Bite Me by Robyn Bachar

We emerged from the coffin to find a note taped to the inside of my closet door, with the

instructions, “Sean, read this first.”

No good would come of that. Irritated, I handed him the note and opened the door.

I emerged into an empty, silent bedroom. Blinking in confusion, I paused after a few

steps. No flock, no werewolves and no one seated at my computer. The door was shut

and locked, and my stomach dropped as I was blasted by an icy wave of fear.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, whirling on Sean.

He stood in the doorway to the closet, lean and so tall he nearly scraped the doorframe.

Sean studied me silently, his face a placid mask, and then he slowly unbuttoned the

jacket he’d just donned and set it aside.

“Sean…” My voice dropped in warning as he began unbuttoning his shirt. I growled

for added effect, but he continued, stripping the shirt and then the undershirt beneath

until he was bare-chested. He didn’t seem interested or aroused—Sean looked like a

man being led to the gallows. I growled again, but instead of a threat it was a sound of

interest voice by my stirring demon. She was captivated by the landscape of pale skin

across his toned abs, wondering what his skin would feel like beneath our fingertips.

“Lean and strong, like our Athena. Wouldn’t they make a striking pair in our bed?”

“Elizabeth, come here,” Sean ordered.

I was halfway to him before I realized what had happened—anger at falling so easily

into the reflex warred with my demon’s desire to obey. With a snarl I froze, planting my

feet in a fighting stance just out of arm’s reach.

“What the fuck is going on?” I snapped.

 


Bite Me
Robyn Bachar
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: March 17, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-61922-457-5
ASIN:
Number of pages: 211
Word Count: 80k
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Book Description:
Consumed by the need to feed…
After an out-of-control spell triggers the zombie apocalypse, Lizzy Addams is left in the ruins of Chicago with only the slightly unhinged commentary—and endless erotic appetites—of her inner demon for company. Her blood supply dwindling, she is forced to find survivors to feed from, or die trying.
Officer Angela Kinney was on duty when hungry corpses overwhelmed the city. The survivors look to her for leadership, but nothing prepared her for a beautiful monster who offers safety in exchange for blood.
Sean MacMillan never expected to see Lizzy again after she rejected his attempts to lure her back to the vampire fold. But with his flock threatened by the horde and his murderous vampire brother, Lizzy is the only one he can trust to keep them safe.
The veil of secrecy shrouding the supernatural world torn apart, humanity’s only hope is to forge an alliance with vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night. Though accepting their aid could be a devil’s bargain that puts humans at the bottom of the food chain.
Warning: Contains vampire orgies, angsty demon sex, a frisky lesbian werewolf, light kink, and enough sex toys to start a store.

 

Available at Amazon   BN   iTunes  Kobo  Samhain Publishing
 

 

About the Author:
Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing.
Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.
As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.
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Missy the Werecat by P. G. Allison

 

Published in the December issue of The Australia Times Indie Books:

http://www.theaustraliatimes.com/magazine/indiebooks/issue/102/page/32/

Questions for Indie Authors — Answers by P. G. Allison

1. What made you want to be a writer?

I’ve read LOTS of fantasy books about witches and werewolves and I

really enjoy the genre but it always seems the focus is all about the

supernaturals with their interactions with humans almost non-existent,

other than humans being “prey or food” (for vampires) or else people to

hide from and avoid (for werewolves). Also, the werewolf books are all

about the packs and the alphas.

What I wanted was a book where: “There is no pack, no pride of other

werecats and no alpha”. So … I decided to write one, just to see if I could.

Missy the werecat has enhanced senses, abilities and powers (which

increase in later books) but she’s interacting with normal humans. I also

liked starting her off completely alone, making her have to cope all on her

own for two years after suddenly being forced to become a wild predator

while retaining her human intellect. What would living like that do to a

person? Then, when she finally learns to be human again, what would she

be like? Returning to “normal” life yet still having all her enhanced senses

and a wild predatory nature? She retains all the instincts and reactions of

a mountain lion but these are now carried over to her human life and

must be controlled. I thought trying to write such a fantasy might be fun

… and, it was! I’m enjoying what I’ve created and it seems three out of

four of my readers seem to “get” what I’m doing and enjoy Missy as well.

Completely unrealistic for a young girl to behave the way she does? Yep!

Of course! It’s a FANTASY !!! Is she arrogant? Well, if you had all those

enhanced abilities and powers, which you worked hard to keep hidden …

would YOU be arrogant? Hard to be humble when you know you can

easily overpower everyone around you. At the same time, I’ve tried to

have Missy be willing to protect her friends and loved ones, stand up to

any bully and bravely risk herself in doing so. Does she make mistakes?

Yes. Is she perfect? No. It’s been fun and I do hope I can continue to

write her story. I’ve just published Book IV, Missy’s Misadventure.

What started out as something simply fun has turned out to be four books

in just over a year. I could never have done this unless I had done so as an

indie author … thank you Amazon! They provide a marketplace and

enable me to distribute my books and reach thousands of readers.

2. What inspired your latest book?

Missy has supernatural powers and has proven she can be trusted to use

those powers wisely; while she merely wants to attend college and be

“normal”, those in high places now seek her help. She can’t say no when

she’s asked to come to anyone’s rescue and save the day, especially when

otherwise there’s little hope. But, she’s no longer doing things all alone

and that’s what I wanted in this latest book; she’s got some other friends

who can help her, both normal and supernatural. Thus, her adventures

can be even wilder and more outlandish than ever before. Fun, fun, fun!

3. What is your favorite thing about being a writer?

Not knowing when I start writing things just where the story will end up

going. As I try to work through each situation which my characters find

themselves getting into, possible scenarios and dialog will evolve and the

result will often go places I’d never dreamed of. Then, of course, I go back

and re-write and edit and re-write some more, but the storyline has

emerged and it’s fun to see just what has happened.

4. What advice do you have for other potential indie authors?

Write. Just write things down and see where those things will take you. If

you are stuck trying to work out some elaborate plot? Just write some

things for each of your characters and see what they come up with, what

direction they will take you. Often, an exciting plot will emerge or new

characters will show up. So, don’t just sit there … write! Always write the

stuff that you want to read about and don’t worry about your readers. If

you end up liking what you’ve written, chances are that others will like

your stuff as well.

Everyone has read stories or watched shows or movies and has said to

themselves, “I’d have done things a bit differently”. So, write those

“different” things and see if they make sense to you. See if you like where

your story goes and your characters end up. Just write things and then,

re-write them until you’re pleased with what you have. But, if you never

write anything down, you’ll never have anything to re-write and you’ll

never get to where you want to go.

5. What books do you like to read for fun? Do you have a favorite?

I enjoy all of the following authors, who write the kinds of stories I enjoy

and I read everything they write: Kelley Armstrong, Jennifer Lynn Barnes,

Patricia Briggs, Sierra Dean, Jennifer Estep, Diana Gabaldon, Kim

Harrison, Faith Hunter, Chloe Neill, Nalini Singh, Carrie Vaughn, Rachel

Vincent and Eileen Wilks.

 


Missy the Werecat
Book One
P. G. Allison
Genre:  New Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: Dec 6, 2013
ISBN-13: 978-1494334260
ASIN: B00H2WPGDA
Number of pages:  400
Word Count: 105,000
Book Description:
When puberty brings on her first Shift, Missy goes into the mountains for two years until finally learning to Change back.  She can Change from fully human in one instant to a mountain lion in the next. 
Everyone assumes her two year disappearance was because she’d been kidnapped by a sexual predator that she managed to kill.  She keeps her werecat nature a secret. There is no pack, no pride of other werecats and no alpha.  She’s a girl with fantastic abilities growing up and learning to do great things in today’s world, amongst humans.  She only has her instincts to guide her and those drive her to train herself to extremes.  She must control those instincts; dampening the wild predator is often necessary. 
Her raging hormones and enhanced senses require very strong controls; she explores what happens when those controls are relaxed.
Available at Amazon

 

 About the Author:
P. G. Allison has always loved stories about female characters with special powers (Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Bionic Woman, Batgirl) along with stories about witches and werewolves.  The Missy the Werecat Series has no pack, no pride of other werecats and no alpha; Missy is a girl with fantastic abilities doing great things in today’s world, amongst humans.  Future books in this Paranormal, New Adult, Urban Fantasy series are planned where Missy will go on to West Point and eventually serve in the Special Forces.

Darkness Within by Candis Vargo

 

Chapter 1The force of the impact with the truck thrust the Jeep forward, throwing Mia deep into her

seat as they went nose first into a ditch. What was left of the back of the jeep rolled up over the

front. It continued to flip over several times before seeming to levitate in the air after rolling off

the embankment. It felt like an eternity, the world moving in slow motion, before it smashed

against the icy cold river sending shards of glass and ice throughout the vehicle. As it slowly

began to sink Mia automatically reached down to unbuckle herself. After struggling to free

herself from the seat belt she reached back for her son.

Her long, dark hair floated through the thickness of the icy water and streams of blood swam

around her face. As she turned around everything became hazy and the darkness fought to take

away her control. A panic began to set in as her heart raced. She needed to get back to Eli, to

unbuckle him…she needed to save her son.

Being a mother she couldn’t care less if she was hurt, she just needed to save her son. Like a

tiger protecting her young, it was a mother’s first priority.

As she tried to move into the back seat she reached out to Eli again.

He gently placed his outstretched hand into hers. His eyes, so soft and gentle, stared into his

mother’s, whose were full of pain and fear for him. He smiled his sweet innocent smile as if

telling her that things were going to be okay.

It was the end of February, a time the weather was supposed to be warming up as it was

readying for spring. Supposed to…but of course it wasn’t.

Mia had been trying to avoid what happened. Just moments ago she was talking to her

husband on the phone through the Bluetooth she managed to con him into installing, stating that

she was going to wait for the storm to pass.

“Hello,” Mikes groggy voice had echoed through the car.

“Hi, Daddy.” Eli’s enthusiasm rang throughout the vehicle. “Dad…Dad, I’m out of school,

Dad. And it’s snowing!”

“Oh yeah, buddy,” Mike replied. “Well, I guess I will see you soon then.”

Mia had angled her rear view mirror down to look back at Eli. She placed her index finger in

front of her mouth to shush him but smiled underneath it.

Eli puckered his lips out and grabbed them with one hand to keep himself from talking as he

gave her a thumbs up.

“Yeah, it’s snowing like crazy.” Mia took her time as she drove. She was never a fan of the

winter weather and only liked snow on Christmas Eve and

Christmas Day, any time before or after that she’d prefer it be seventy degrees and sunny.

“We’re going to be late for dinner. I think I’m going to pull over when I can manage to even see

anything so I don’t slide into a damn ditch.”

When Mia left to pick Eli up from preschool there were just a few flurries floating in the icy

wind. Now it had come to near white out conditions, causing her to curse winter even more.

“All right, just take your time and watch out for the crazy people out there. And I came up

with an awesome idea for big man’s birthday party. Turning the big five soon, eh, buddy.”

Mia looked in the mirror and saw Eli’s deep brown eyes light up. He hopped up and down in

his booster seat with excitement. “Do I get a guitar,

Dad? Daddy, I want a guitar!”

“You’ll have to wait and see, buddy, but I better let you guys go so you can get home. Maybe

this snow will be good enough to take you snowmobiling later.”

Mia rolled her eyes and shook her head in frustration. “See you when we get home.”

She was still upset with him over what had happened the night before. She could swear that

sometimes it seemed like he’d rather be anywhere but where the man of the house should be at

night…home. Gender roles were never really her thing, but to her it always seemed like the man

did a better job of protecting the family from intruders.

“Stay safe,” Mike said before he hung up.

After Mike hung up Mia had slowed down even more, trying to find a place to pull over before

she got anywhere near the upcoming bridge that crossed the river. She wanted to be out of the

way of any oncoming traffic but with the snow falling as hard as it was, it was nearly impossible

to see anything.

After a few more minutes of driving the snow let up ever so slightly, enough for her to spot a

place where she could pull over. Slowing down to a near stop, she started to turn the wheel.

The distinctive sound of a big rig’s horn snapped her attention to the rear view mirror, still

angled for her to see Eli. She snapped her head to the right side mirror and saw a tractor trailer

turned sideways, sliding towards her. Her heart raced as she pushed the gas pedal, trying to get

out of the way as fast as she could. The wheels seemed to turn in pace and the air horn blared

again, but was drowned out by the screeching of metal as it collided.

Everything went black.

 


Darkness Within
The Darkness Series
Book One
Candis Vargo
Genre: Paranormal Thriller
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Date of Publication: March 10
ISBN:
ASIN:
Book Description:
Tragedy strikes the Roseburg family and leaves Mike struggling to help his wife, Mia. After losing their only child in an accident, Mia is far from emotionally distraught…instead, she continues on like their son is still alive.
Four months passed since the accident…
Mike begins to work with a psychiatrist to help his wife with her delusions when a darkness begins to haunt them. As this dark presence becomes violent, making itself known, Mike wonders if the illusion of their child that his wife is seeing is something far more demonic.
With the dark force looming over them, Mike is left questioning his own sanity as he tries to unravel what is real and what is not.
Soon he realizes…
Something is dreadfully wrong.
 
About the Author:
Growing up on an old dirty road in the middle of nowhere, as a child Candis used her love for books as a way to escape reality (and her brother constantly trying to kill her—literally). She blames her love of all things Horror on being born on Friday the 13th and will always find joy in scaring her friends.
You will find a little piece of her in every book she writes. She loves a good happy ending, but most of the time she prefers one she never saw coming.
When she’s not writing or reading, she can usually be found chasing her children around. She currently lives in Rome, Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. And her fat cat.

Circumstantial Evidence by Lisa Clark O’Neill

 

 
The fog was so thick you could slice it with a knife and serve it up a la mode.

Will Hawbaker scrambled over fallen logs, wading through a sea of saw palmettoes as

deep as his waist. The maritime forest was nearly impenetrable, with boggy patches of ground to

catch the unwary in its earthen grip, sucking the boots right off your feet if you weren’t careful.

Will paused, shining his flashlight around, the beam a feeble weapon against the

moonless night. It was hours yet until daybreak, when the sun would burn off the fog like the

wispy vestiges of a bad dream.

And this was definitely a bad dream. One Will wished he could wake up from.

Even at this time of night the air felt like a slow cooker, baking him from the inside out.

Sweat rolled down his temples, his back, causing his shirt to cling and his hair to drip salty tears

on the fanned leaves of the nearest palmetto. Mosquitoes droned just outside the protective zone

of the repellent he’d applied, black clouds swirling through the white.

Nearby, an owl hooted.

This was an uncomfortable environment for an adult, even one who was accustomed to

putting himself in danger.

For a child, it had to be terrifying.

“Sam!” Will called out, listening as his voice seemed to be absorbed by the soup-like air.

He heard barking, but couldn’t tell if it was coming closer to him or moving away. The

team from the Sheriff’s Department with the bloodhounds had set out at the same time he had,

but they’d all headed in different directions.

They had a lot of forest to cover, and not a lot of time. The twenty-four hour window,

that critical time after an abduction, was closing fast.

Hearing something – had that been a whimper? – off to his left, Will turned the flashlight

that direction.

“Sam?”

Even though no response was forthcoming, Will began moving toward the sound. If the

child was hurt, he may not be able to answer. If he was frightened – and why the hell wouldn’t

he be? – he may be too terrified to make his hiding spot known.

“Sam!” Will called as he shoved a small sapling out of his way. “I know you must be

scared, buddy, but I’m here to help you.”

And because the kid probably didn’t believe jack shit coming from adults right now,

especially adults he was supposed to be able to trust, Will didn’t bother to mention anything

about being a cop. That wasn’t quite the vote of confidence it once was, anyway. Better to try

something on the boy’s level.

“I hear you like dogs,” he said, his voice radiating calm even as he viciously kicked at

a vine that wanted to tangle him up in its thorny grip. “Do you hear the dogs barking? They’re

looking for you, too.”

Fingers of fog tickled the back of Will’s neck, teasingly cool against his overheated flesh.

Mother Nature was definitely female, Will thought sourly. Soothing and confounding at

the same time.

“I like dogs,” Will said conversationally, because what the hell. If nothing else, maybe

the boy would get sick of hearing him yapping and tell him to shut up. “You hear those

bloodhounds barking? They’re out here looking for you, too. Kind of like Timmy and Lassie.”

Will paused, wondering if the kid even knew who that was. Given that this was the age of

animated sponges living in undersea pineapples, probably not.

“That was an old show I used to watch, about this awesome collie that was always saving

this kid Timmy’s butt. I thought it would be cool to have a dog that could get help when you did

something dumb like fall down a well, but I couldn’t have one when I was a kid. My mom didn’t

want one. She thought it would mess up the house and was too much responsibility.”

His mother didn’t particularly want him or his siblings either, for much the same reason.

But that was beside the point.

“Your mom told me that you’ve been asking for a dog.” Will stopped, shone his

flashlight toward the base of the enormous oak tree off to the right. Was that a flash of red he’d

just seen?

“But that you two had been debating about that responsibility thing, too. And that line

about a boy who can’t even pick up after himself not being responsible enough to take care of a

dog? I heard that one too, and it sucks. But the thing is, your mom is kind of right. I think she’s

willing to give you a chance though. She told me that when you get back home, safe and sound,

she’s taking you to the pound, first thing.”

“Liar!”

Will froze. It had been the merest whisper of sound, ephemeral as the fog itself. He half

thought it was wishful thinking on his part.

“Now, I’ve got no reason to pull your leg about that, son. Dogs are a pretty serious

business. A lot more serious than putting away your Legos and getting your dirty clothes in the

hamper. You’ve got to make sure you feed them and water them and take them for walks… but

maybe you’re not ready for all that responsibility.”

“Am too!”

That was definitely no figment of his imagination.

Covering his relief with a look of exasperation, Will followed the voice with the beam of

his flashlight.

Nine-year-old Sam Bryant peered back at him from one of the branches of the oak tree.

“Pretty good climber, are you?”

The kid looked terrified, but defiant. “Yes. But my mom…” his voice trembled on the

word “tells me that I’m going to fall and break my head.”

“Your head looks pretty hard to me.”

“She’s dead.”

“Excuse me?”

“He…” the kid’s whole lower face started to quiver. “He said my mom was dead. So

you’re lying about the dog.”

Will swallowed the curse he wanted to say, but silently wished all the seven plagues to

be visited upon the man in question. Hopefully while he was naked. And staked out on a fire ant

mound. Why the hell would he say such a thing?

“He lied,” Will told the boy. “He’s the liar.”

He was Matthew Hastings, Sam Bryant’s mother’s boyfriend. After a particularly nasty

argument over Hastings’ belief that Sam’s mom was coddling him too much because she was

squeamish about Sam learning to hunt, Hastings decided to take the kid out into the woods

anyway while his mom was at work. He’d abandoned him there, with no food, no water, and

little hope of finding his way out. Apparently this was meant as an illustration of the importance

of developing survival skills.

Luckily they’d managed to track Hastings car to this area, a stretch of uninhabited

woodland used primarily for a hunting club.

Hastings seemed to have abandoned his car along with the boy, which meant he was in

the wind somewhere. But the important thing was that they’d found Sam, alive and in one piece.

At least he looked to be in one piece.

“Sam, I need you to listen to me, okay? Your mom is fine. She’s worried sick, but she’s

fine. But I need to know if you’re hurt anywhere.”

“I’m thirsty.”

“I’ll just bet.” The kid had been alone in the woods for almost eighteen hours. Given the

fact that it was August in South Carolina, dehydration was a given. Will pulled a bottle out of the

pocket of his cargo pants.

“Lucky for you I brought some water with me. Now, I have to contact the other people

who are looking for you, so that everyone knows you’re okay. Can you climb down from there,

or do you need help?”

“I can do it.”

“Good man.” But because Will didn’t want to take any chances, he moved closer

to the base of the tree even as he thumbed on his radio. “Found him,” he said, and gave his

approximate coordinates. “I’ll give you a status report on his condition just as soon as I have a

chance to check him out.”

Fog swirled, obscuring his view of the boy, the tree, and Will moved his flashlight around

in an attempt to see through it. “Sam?” he said, but received no answer.

“Sam?” he said again. “Be careful climbing down.”

That would be just what they needed at this point, for the kid to fall out of the tree and

actually break his head.

Concern niggled. “Sam? Maybe you should just stay put, buddy, and let me help you.”

Will closed the final distance to the tree, but he tripped over an exposed root near the

base and nearly went sprawling.

“Some help I am,” he muttered. “Pretend you didn’t see that,” he called out. But still the

boy didn’t respond.

“Sam?” Will aimed his flashlight toward the branch of the tree where he’d last seen the

kid sitting. Empty. He started moving the beam lower.

“Sam!” he said one more time when he saw no sign of the boy on any of the branches.

The nerves that had so recently calmed began to jump beneath his skin. Shit. Had the boy fallen?

He shone his flashlight at the ground, the boiling fog making it nearly impossible to distinguish

shapes, around the side, back toward that root he’d tripped –

“Oh Jesus. Oh no.” Will stumbled the two steps that would take him to where the boy lay,

dropping down on his knees beside him. How could he have fallen without Will hearing a thing?

“Sam?” Will reached out, turned the boy over.

And felt the blood drain out of his head.

The boy hadn’t fallen. He’d been shot.

And he’d been dead for quite some time.

 


Circumstantial Evidence
The Sweetwater Trilogy
Book 3
Lisa Clark O’Neill
Genre: Romantic suspense
Date of Publication: February 26, 2015
ISBN: 1508605998
ASIN: B00U1FH2L4
Number of pages: 475
Word Count: 95,000
Cover Artist: Brian Koch
Book Description:
As Chief of Police in Sweetwater, South Carolina, Will Hawbaker has seen more than his share of violent crime. But none of it has prepared him for the aftereffects of a young boy dead at the hand of his mother’s boyfriend. And when the suspected killer turns up dead himself, it raises more questions. Could this crime which has already shaken the town be even more sinister than it appears?
Camellia Abernathy has seen her own share of heartache following the violent death of the husband she only thought she knew. In returning to Sweetwater, her childhood home, Cam hopes to pick up the pieces of a shattered life for both herself and her young son. One piece of that life includes Will Hawbaker, the man who not only launched the investigation which uncovered her husband’s double life, but with whom she’s been in love since they were teens.
A rapid fire series of events turns both Cam and Will’s lives upside down, drawing them together even as they find themselves in the crosshairs of a killer.
Available at   Amazon    BN     Smashwords
 
 
About the Author:
One fine day in the not-too-distant past, Lisa Clark O’Neill left Wittenberg University with a BA in English, which she promptly neglected. After working as an interior designer, decorative artist, and Montessori art teacher (there may have been a BA in art as well,) she finally settled into the role of mother to two very fine children.
However, two years of doing the stay-at-home-mom brain cell melt drove her to pull out a pen and one of her old college notebooks.
That turned into six manuscripts.
Lisa spent subsequent years avoiding housework by burying her nose in just about every romance novel she could get her hands on, after completely falling in love with the genre. Her own work falls into the romantic suspense sub-genre, with strong comedic undertones.
Lisa currently lives in the Atlanta area with her family, her dog, her cat and her daughter’s pet rabbit. When she isn’t attempting to keep the rabbit from eating the woodwork, she’s hard at work on her next novel.
  

 

Foxglove In Springtime by Abigail Madison Chase

 

Care Instructions for Springtime Love

Prepare your heart for love.

Carefully weed through the dirt bags

till the best bachelor or bachelorette,

begins to shake free of those who are unworthy.

Set out each season carefully planting yourself

in your best light.

Don’t dig a hole with lies.

Sow the seeds of love and happiness,

as you watch love hop your way.

Spring Showers of Truelove

Truelove showers open hearts in the springtime,

the fertile earth gives birth to the gentle beauty of,

a blissful season of truelove.

Sweet rays of springtime

thaw the freeze heart.

Gone like the first day of winter,

Love Springs forth like the hands of time

 

 


Foxglove In Springtime
Short stories and Poems
Abigail Madison Chase
Genre: Poetry
Date of Publication: February 28, 2015
Number of pages: 30
Cover Artist: Keri Knutson
Book Description:
Foxgloves In Springtime, is a collection of beautiful lyrical expressions of love in the springtime. Lovers of romantic poetry can scarcely go wrong with this collection. 
Many of the poems reflect on longing, loss and great passion. Written from the perspective of a lover, there are poems for every mood and occasion.
This thoughtful collection of poems is a treasure for connoisseur of poetry and those who are not big poetry readers.
 About the Author:
Author Abigail-Madison Chase is a 20 something (ok, 40something) neurotic mother of two. A highly trained professional (ok, only in her mind she’s Jane Bond super heroine), along the way she writes terrible poetry and illegible books.
Abigail Madison Chase lives in the beautiful Mountains of the Western United States. Always a dreamer, Abigail has been writing since she was in Mrs. Turners 4th grade Language Arts class. There she won 1st prize in the Creative Writing Fair. Abigail holds a B.F.A and M.F.A in English and Literature.
Abigail’s family, and her writing exist in a world of make-believe harmony. Each fighting for their right to become a character she want kill off. Sarcasm, quick wit and lots of laughs are the hallmark of Abigail’s Wonderful World. A place were lots of peace and harmony descend upon, she and her two children is where Abigail-Madison Chase lives.