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Guest Author: Chris T. Kat (Giveaway)


 

Shape-shifters: a sub-genre

 

There are a lot of paranormal books out and I admit that I’ve read a lot of them. I like to read contemporary stories but paranormal or fantasy books appeal even more to me. From the sheer amount of books dealing with paranormal topics I take it that I’m not alone…

 Now, m/m romance is a sub-genre anyway, so why did I chose to write a story that’s a niche in a niche? To be honest, that question only came up when I started reading some other blogs about m/m books.

Like I’ve mentioned above, I’ve always had a thing for paranormal books, and especially for stories in which the humans get to shift into an animal form. It fascinates me to no end! Do these shape-shifters have special communities? Do they always know they can shift or does it come as a surprise? How do they deal with their special abilities? How much of the typically associated animal behavior shows in the human’s personality? I could go on forever!

In A Purrfect Match Jim Sanders is a large, gray house-cat. Tony, Andrew’s son, confesses a lot of his secrets and worries to him, something he wouldn’t have done if Jim had been in his human form. Even Andrew talks freely to Jim as “Mr. Frosty”, which helps to push their relationship forward. Jim, Andrew and Tony bond on several levels, uniting them to a family.

Would they have become a family without Jim sometimes appearing on Andrew’s porch as “Mr. Frosty”? Nope, I don’t think so. The dynamic would have been very different. Jim’s shape-shifter abilities also allowed for some funny and warm-hearted moments. I really loved to write this story and hope readers will enjoy reading it.

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A Purrfect Match
Chris T. Kat

Genre: m/m romance, paranormal (shape-shifter)


ISBN: 9781623802356
Number of pages: 236
Word Count: 66,000

Cover Artist: Shobana Appavu

Book Description:

When a bad day at work culminates in losing out on a promotion, Jim Sanders shifts into his animal form to let off steam. Then his bad day turns into a bad night—while prowling his Atlantic City neighborhood as a large gray house cat, he’s caught in a torrential downpour. What little luck he has washes down the gutter when his new boss, Andrew Wright, catches him taking shelter on his porch, brings him inside, and starts calling him Mr. Frosty.

As a feline, Jim becomes the inadvertent confessor for his boss’s lonely son, Tony, a victim of schoolyard bullying. As a human, he feels drawn to Andrew, a man he wanted to resent. Finding love was never part of Jim’s plan for the future—not with his bizarre secret—yet suddenly he finds himself navigating that minefield anyway. But not everything is easy, especially for an interracial gay couple dealing with prejudice in the workplace, at Tony’s school, and even within their own families.

Author Bio:

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of almost 15 years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks, or crafts.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Guest Author: J. Dorothy (Giveaway)

 

Author Guest Post

The Lady of Shalott: My inspiration.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

                 The Lady of Shalott.

 

I first discovered this poem when I was a young girl after my grandmother gave me a very old hardback copy of, The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson. She had received it as a prize when she was at school.  From that day, The Lady of Shalott, became my favourite poem, and I learnt it off by heart.

Twenty or so years later, it’s still my favourite poem, and became my inspiration for The Eternal Curse Trilogy. I love the mystique and sadness of the poem. The fact The Lady is cursed but doesn’t know by who, or why. Trapped away from society, a life lived, watching a reflection of the world in a mirror.

 Some have speculated that Tennyson wrote the poem as a metaphor to explain the artistry in the world, as artists act as observers not participants, their easels and writing a mirror of the world.  As with anything I believe poetry and art is for the individual —to decipher their own personal messages. And so my first book, Reflections, was written. Born from my own interpretations. Born out of various themes from the poem. A mysterious curse, a life isolated from the world, and of course, a knight in shining armour.

However, unlike the poem, readers will discover the secret of the curse. Where it comes from, who places it and what it does. As the story continues with each book, more secrets are revealed, as my main character, Jo, faces impossible challenges and grows in strength, fighting for her rightful place in the world—to become more than an observer, more than a trapped soul, looking at life in a mirror.

The last line of the poem is my favourite. But I won’t tell if the ending of the poem, mirrors the ending of the final book. That would be giving the story away. And I wouldn’t want to do that.

But Lancelot mused a little space;

He said, “She has a lovely face;

God in his mercy lend her grace,

              The Lady of Shalott.”

 

Here are some links:

Web site: http://www.taylorstreetbooks.com/

                http://eternalcursetrilogy.weebly.com/the-author.html

Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Eternal-Curse-series/248812455248382?success=1#!/pages/Eternal-Curse-series/248812455248382

Good reads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/11970152-jacoba

Book Trailer for Reflections: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNCvAS5HXio

Book Trailer for Shadows: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMpcQdMENK0

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Reflections
Eternal Curse Series Book One
Jacoba Dorothy
 
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
 
Publisher: Taylor Street Books
 
ISBN: 13: 978-1480058040
ASIN:   B009NY724G
 
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 74,621
 
Cover Artist: Tim Hewtson
 
 
 
Book Description: 
 
Jo doesn’t know why she inherited a magical ring.
 
She doesn’t know why her father abandoned her when she was a baby, or the truth about her mother’s death.
 
Jo doesn’t know a lot about her past. But she’s about to find out.
 
Nearing her eighteenth birthday, she’s about to discover what really happened to her father all those years ago.
 
She’s on a new path, a path including her first love, a path that will lead to the truth about a family secret held for generations.
 
Jo’s about to face her first real challenge. ‘Reflections’ part one, is just the beginning.
 
 
About the Author:
 

 

Jacoba Dorothy lives in Canberra, the bush capital of Australia. She is the mother of two and works part time teaching children with English as an additional language. Most days she can be found bashing away at the computer, either writing, editing, reviewing great books or face-booking. Oh and of course balancing her time to make sure she give special attention to her husband and family.

 

 

 

The Eternal Curse trilogy is her debut series, the second in the series, Shadows, should be released later this year. And the third installment, sometime next year. 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

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Excerpt 
 

CHAPTER 1

 

“Rome wasn’t built in a day.” God, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that cliché. Dad was particularly fond of it when I had issues with homework or a dilemma in my personal life. I knew what his point was. He was telling me to be patient, to let things progress the way they were supposed to. But, I wasn’t good at that. I never had a lot of patience. I imagined my Dad reiterating the cliché after the North Platte takeover, wondering what he would think of what I’d done. What we’d done. We liberated Nebraska, but we still had a long road ahead of us. I knew Rome wasn’t built in a day, but I was pretty sure the zombies could destroy it in one.

I stood in the guard tower, overlooking the field. My body pressed against the railing. Corpses still littered the ground, but there weren’t as many as when I first came to North Platte. The crews had done a great job of cleaning up, though there was little they could do about the atrocious smell.

The sun sank beneath the horizon, casting hues of orange, pink, and purple onto the silhouettes of the undead. A bullet was chambered into a gun behind me. Quinn had been sitting in a chair behind me in the tower the whole time.

“Quinn, what happened to your parents?” I turned so I faced him.

Quinn rested the butt of his gun on the deck and wrapped his arms around the barrel. He sighed. “My mom died about seven years ago from cancer. I don’t know what happened to my dad.”

I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, when we heard about the first zombie attacks, Dad wanted to help. Most of the neighbors lived within a few miles, so it didn’t take too long for him to move them onto the ranch. One morning, him and a few of the others decided to venture a little further, see who else might need some help, and he never came back.”

My stomach felt queasy. I averted my gaze to the floor, then glanced back at Quinn. “Did you go look for him?”

Quinn shook his head. “He told me not to. He said no matter what happens, I was to stay at the ranch and take care of the people.”

“Yeah, but you must have been curious what happened to him.”

Quinn nodded and stood from his chair. “Of course, but I did as I was told.” He shouldered the rifle and lined up his sights. He fired

I moved so I stood next to him. “Do you think he’s out there somewhere?”

Quinn glanced at me. “Probably. But I doubt he’s anything like I remember.”

“Doesn’t that make you sad?”

He returned his attention to the sight. “Every day. But there’s nothing I can do to change it now.” He fired another round.

I slumped against the rail. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I averted my gaze back to the field. I rubbed my sore shoulder. A breeze picked up, bringing a chill and the smoke from the funeral pyre. I wrinkled my nose.

“We need to do something about that.”

Quinn straightened. “Like what?”

I shrugged the good shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe we could put a building around it. It might help contain some of the smoke and smell.”

Quinn nodded. “You should suggest it at the next meeting.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs interrupted me. It was Pam. She still wore her old guard uniform, a relic from Liet’s reign, but it was obvious whose side she was on. Thank goodness she was on our side. She trained me; I knew how tough and skilled she was. It would’ve been a battle to take her down.

“Krista,” Pam said. “There’s someone who needs to see you.”

I pushed myself away from the rail. “Who?”

Pam motioned toward the courthouse. “I think it’s best if you just head over there.”

I looked at Quinn, who shrugged, then the three of us headed to the courthouse.

My stomach fluttered as I pushed opened the door. Visions of Mrs. Johnson’s bodyguard flooded my mind, and I didn’t think I could stand another visit like that. I held my breath as I opened the door. The person stood at the end of the room, her head down as she chewed on her thumb nail. Excitement rose in my chest and relief loosened my shoulders. A smile crossed my lips. I held out my good arm and hurried across the room. Normally, I wasn’t one for hugs, but anyone besides guards from Florida in the office was a welcome relief.

“Tanya! What are you doing here?”

Tanya looked up. She balled her hand into a fist and swung it over her head. I flinched, and the blow hit me on the bicep. Tanya lunged forward, flailing her arms. I crouched and covered my head. I didn’t know what else to do. I was so shocked, I froze. I couldn’t react. Several more hits landed on my back and head before someone pulled Tanya away.

“How could you?” Tanya yelled. “HOW COULD YOU?” She kicked and caught me on the knee.

Pain radiated through my leg, and I rubbed at the minor injury. Anger replaced the shock. Who did she think she was coming into my courtroom and attacking me?

“What are you talking about?” I tried to keep my emotions in check, common sense told me I needed to know what was going on.

 “Don’t play dumb with me! You know what you did.” She jerked her arms out of Quinn and Pam’s grasp.

Really? Was she mad that we liberated Nebraska before we helped Florida? I didn’t think it was a big deal, but I guess it upset her.

“I’m sorry, Tanya. We had to move quickly. We had to set the people of North Platte free.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not talking about the attack.”

I stared at her for a moment. “Then what are you talking about?”

“You sent zombies down in the truck of supplies! You figured if you couldn’t overthrow The Families, you’d overrun the state with the undead!” Tanya yelled, then attempted to attack again. Pam and Quinn restrained her and stared at me.

I picked myself off the floor, staring at Tanya wide eyed. Zombies in the truck? What? When? Why would I have done that? I hate those things! I would have to get pretty close to put those in the truck, and I wasn’t willing to do that. But someone must have. Who would be stupid and conniving enough to do that?

“Tanya, honestly, I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe you should fill us in on some details.”

Tanya snarled. “The truck showed up a few weeks ago, with Mrs. Johnson’s bodyguard behind the wheel. He said it had come from North Platte, and I assumed it had another shipment of guns. As usual, I was going to wait until night to collect the weapons. My father took the vehicle to the storage yard, like he always did. I was done working at the coffee shop, so I decided to see what you guys sent. I stood at the chain link fence, watching the guys work, when I heard my father scream from the trailer. The others ran to see what was going on, and a zombie lurched out of the vehicle. They ran.”

Tanya continued her story, and I pictured the whole scenario in my mind. She was a bit lacking on details, so I filled in the blanks with my own imagination. It wasn’t hard, especially when you’ve seen as many zombies as I have. There were three creatures, buried under crates. Two men, newly turned with just the slightest hint of yellowed skin. Their clothes were dirty but not yet torn. The third, a woman, she had been a zombie for a while. Her stringy blonde hair was knotted, caked in mud, and falling out of her head, only wisps remained on the bottom and right side. Her clothes had almost completely decayed, tatters of a floral print dress clung to her the bones exposed in her chest and legs. Her gray, wrinkled skin looked like leather. They hid in the shadows, hard to see, and for some reason, they didn’t moan like the others when food was near. The workers didn’t know they were there and had unloaded almost the entire truck. They were almost finished when the attack started. Tanya ran through the gate, making her way to the back of the truck, just in time to see her father beating one of the creatures with a tire iron. The third one was still pinned behind a crate. Her breath caught as she watched the creature’s mouth snap for her dad. Her dad panted with exhaustion. He leaned against the side of the truck for support. Blood, brain matter, and bits of skull were everywhere, and the smell was overpowering. Tanya was about to climb in, find out if her dad was all right, but he told her to stop. He collapsed onto the floor, sliding down the wall. He cradled his hand. The zombie had bitten him.

Tanya set her jaw. “The other one that got out of the truck attacked several of the workers before it was put down. I don’t know how many of them got bit, but within a few days, we had an epidemic on our hands. They got it under control, but thirty people got infected.”

Pam and Quinn released her, and she pointed a finger in my direction.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you? You just had to make all of us pay.”

My throat felt tight and a knot developed in my stomach. I swallowed hard. “What happened to your dad?”

Tanya snarled. “Instead of waiting for the plague to take its toll, he took care of himself.”

I lowered my gaze to the floor. My stomach lurched, bile rose into my throat. I took several deep breaths, but the feeling never abated.

“I’m sorry, Tanya.” I looked into her face. “I really, truly am. But I did not put zombies in the back of the truck. Why would I harm the people I’m trying to help?”

Tanya shook her head and opened her mouth to speak.

“Think about it,” Quinn interrupted her. “The Families were afraid of losing control. They knew about the rebellion here in North Platte, and they knew the people would soon hear about it. They had to do something to ensure the people wouldn’t revolt, so they planted zombies.”

Tanya stared at him for a moment, letting the information sink in. “Maybe,” she spoke softly.

I stepped closer to her. “Tanya, please, you have to believe us, we would never do anything like that. Smuggle guns to kill the regime, yeah, but we wouldn’t infect Florida with zombies.”

Tanya took a deep breath. “Maybe.”

“Didn’t Bill and Kyle tell you what was going on?” Quinn asked.

Tanya faced him. “They did.”

“What happened to them?”

She took a deep breath and averted her gaze to the floor. “After the attack and my dad’s suicide, guards, um, did random house searches and they were arrested.”

Pam’s, Quinn’s, and my eyes grew wide.

“What?” Quinn glanced from Tanya to me. “Arrested? Why?”

“They were outsiders.” she responded. “I guess they felt they were a threat to The Families and Florida.”

“Did they find out about the guns?” I stammered out the question.

Tanya looked at me. “No. Those are still safe.”

“How did you get here?” Pam chimed in.

“After everything calmed down, I took the boat Bill and Kyle came in on and found their vehicle in Texas. I made my way up here to you.”

 “Do you know what happened to them?” Worry coated Quinn’s eyes.

“I’m sure they’re not dead. I’m sure The Families kept them for interrogation.”

Quinn rubbed his hand over his mouth, staring at me. “What are we going to do? Everything is ruined. I told you we had to attack simultaneously.”

Confusion and anger coursed through my body. “It’s a moot point now. We’ll figure it out. It’ll be fine.” What did he expect me to do? I couldn’t change the past.

The room was silent for a long moment. The group glanced at each other out of the corners’ of their eyes, then averted their gazes to the floor. My head spun. When we first took over North Platte and found out there had been a spy, I felt like I was losing control then, but after Tanya arrived, I knew I lost my grip. An all-out attack on Florida was out of the question. They would know what was coming. Plus, we were grossly outnumbered by Floridian soldiers. Despite the tragic nature of the event, a zombie attack wasn’t a half bad idea. It would keep the soldiers busy long enough for our people to get in and take control. There would be some collateral damage, but in the long run, it would lead to the liberation of the people of Florida.

I shook the idea out of my head. How could I even think of that? There were innocent people down there. Children. It wouldn’t work. Besides, three zombies had already done enough damage. I couldn’t believe Tanya thought we sent the attack.

Quinn grabbed my arm and directed me away from Tanya and Pam.

“We’ve got to evacuate the city.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you see what’s going on? Florida sent men up here to investigate what happened. They planted zombies in the back of the truck and blamed it on us. They are trying to rally the masses against us.”

“Yeah? So what else is new?”

“The people they sent here were the dregs of society. They were causing problems in Florida. They are still causing problems. This is the perfect excuse to wipe us off the planet.”

My stomach knotted. The color drained from my face. I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew Quinn was right. They were probably on their way to level the city.

“There are two thousand and eleven people in North Platte.” I couldn’t raise my voice over a whisper. “Where are they going to go?”

Quinn pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and shook his head. “I don’t know. All I know is they can’t stay here.”

“What about Liet? What are we going to do with him?”

Quinn didn’t have the opportunity to answer.

“Everything all right over there?” Pam asked.

We faced her.

“No. I don’t think it is,” Quinn responded.

“Well, maybe you’d like to fill the rest of us in.”

Quinn glanced at me for a second, then back at Pam. “I think you need to call a town meeting.”

“For what?”

“Just do it!” I didn’t mean to yell at her, but I had no control over my emotions. The room spun and breathing was difficult, it just slipped out.

Pam hurried out of the room, and I sank to my knees. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. I felt light-headed and nauseous. I couldn’t believe it was this hard. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard. I felt Quinn’s hand on my back.

“You all right?”

I looked up at him. “I’ll be fine. Just give me a second.”

Tanya moved so she stood in front of me. Her knees popped as she knelt down.

“What are we going to do now? Everything has been ruined.” She lowered her gaze. “I ruined it. I can’t believe I was so stupid to believe you would have sent zombies!”

I took a deep breath and stared at her face for several moments. Anger clenched my chest. I wanted to tell her it was her fault, that she should have known we would never do anything so devious, but it wouldn’t get us anywhere. Her eyes were red rimmed and her shoulders slumped forward. She probably didn’t stop traveling until she made it to the city. Rage kept her moving. Her desire to see me dead or maimed fueled her journey. After she found out the truth, rage was replaced with sheer exhaustion. Sadly, her journey wasn’t even close to being over.

Besides, I wasn’t mad at her, I was angry at the universe. I was upset that my luck had run out. The same rage that kept her moving was going to have to sustain me. We still had a job to do, we just had to rethink it.

“You didn’t ruin it,” I told her. “You were just reacting to a situation you thought we created. It’s understandable.”

She placed her hands on the floor and leaned forward. “I want to help you fix it. Please tell me what I can do.”

“First of all, we’ve got to get the people to safety. Then, we’re going to disappear.”

“And go where?”

“The only place we have left. The West.”

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For the contest, anyone who leaves a comment on any of the blogs will be put into a drawing to win a coffee mug, a spiral notebook (2 will be given away), or a complete signed set of books (both Life After the Undead and Death to the Undead) (2 will be given away).  Be sure to leave a way to be contact in case you win.

 
 
 
Death to the Undead
Book 2
Pembroke Sinclair
 
Genre:  YA horror
Publisher:  eTreasures Publishing
 
ISBN-10: 1937809226
ISBN-13: 978-1937809225
 
Number of pages:  286
 
Cover Artist:  Jerrod Brown
 
 
Book Description: 
 
The battle that began in Life After the Undead continues.
 
Zombies changed her life completely…
 
Tough teenager Krista escaped to the safety of Florida after her parents were killed by the zombie horde. She united with General Liet, a distant cousin, and moved with him to North Platte to help build a wall to keep the zombies in the West. Krista fell in love with Quinn, a survivor and fighter from the zombie-infested wildlands of the West, and together they freed the garrison at North Platte from the power-hungry Liet.
 
But zombies aren’t the only enemy they have to face…
 
Now, North Platte is free, but Liet was not the only one using the zombie apocalypse to control their people. Florida is ruled by five ruthless Families, who use intimidation and the threat of the zombie horde to coerce their populace. Krista and Quinn hatch a desperate plan to run guns into the state and help the people revolt. Krista and Quinn, labeled as rebels run for their lives when the Families attack North Platte. The Families want them captured, the zombies want to eat them, and other survivors want them dead. Caught in between powerful forces, they must survive long enough to devise a new plan and put it into action, all while trying to solidify their new relationship and trying not to self-destruct in the meantime.
 
 
About the Author: 
 
I write fiction under the pen name Pembroke Sinclair, and I have had several short stories published.  My story, “Sohei,” was named one of the Best Stories of 2008 by The Cynic Online Magazine.  I have novellas and a short story collection forthcoming from Musa Publishing and eTreasures Publishing.  I have two novels, Coming from Nowhere (adult, sci fi) and Life After the Undead (YA, horror), that are available from eTreasures Publishing, as well as Death to the Undead (YA, sequel to Life After the Undead), which is forthcoming.  Life After the Undead was a Top Ten Finisher in the Preditors and Editors Reader’s Poll in the YA category and the cover art category.
 
Under my real name, from March 2008 to January 2011, I wrote scientific articles for Western Farmer-Stockman.  I have a nonfiction book, Life Lessons from Slasher Films, scheduled for release in July 2012 from Scarecrow Publishing (an imprint of Rowman and Littlefield).
 
I have my Master’s in English, and I am a freelance content editor for Musa Publishing, as well as a former content and line editor for eTreasures Publishing.
 
 
 

 

 

Guest Author: Ingrid Jennings (giveaway)

Greeting everyone, thanks for taking the time to read about Slopjar. Slopjar is a book of poetry that was created to enter the souls of these that read it. There are seven chapters in the book and it is because seven is the number of completion. Each chapter begins with the letter L. There is a chapter about love, loneliness, lust, Lucifer, Lord, laughter, and one titled lunatic. Each chapter moves thought the life of a woman and she is dealing with all of the chapter titles.

Many people have asked me, “What is a slopjar and why did you name your book Slopjar?”.

A Slop jar also known as a chamber pot is a pail used as a toilet to urinate or defecate in. They were used long ago before there were toilets. I choose this name for my book because the book is a storm of emotion, some good but most are the filthy thoughts of a mad woman looking for salvation. With that being said read the poem Slopjar taken from the book:

 

SLOPJAR

Piss out the piss,
shit out the shit,
simmer it,
in a slopjar.
Release all frustrations,
lay them to rest,
simmer them,
in a slopjar.
Simmer the lunatic thoughts, the loneliness, the laughter, the lust, the love, the
feelings of hurt and pain.
Simmer it all in a slopjar,
then throw it in the woods.
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SlopjarSlopjar
Ingrid Jennings
 
Genre: Poetry
 
Publisher: Lioness Publishing House
 
ISBN: 978-0985696047
ASIN: B008Q3DHLM
 
Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 9,122
 
Cover Artist: Gaelyn Larrick
 
 
Book Description:
 
This is a book of poetry that will truly touch your soul. Indulge in the words of a lonely lunatic full of laughter, love, lust, Lucifer, and the Lord. 
 
Escape into a world of profound, seductive words that will melt your soul like butter. 
 
Escape into an insane mind and learn the trials of a battered soul. 
 
Fall into the trap of this astonishing book that will pull at the strings of your heart. 
 
Immerse yourself in the pure pleasure of this dazzling work of art. 
 
Open up the Slopjar.
 
 
Author PhotoAbout the Author:

Originally from Shreveport, Louisiana, Ingrid Jennings is what one would call a true Lioness. As a wife and a mother, she is loyal and a protector. As a publishing guru, she is a team player and works with her clients toward their success. As a teacher, she is passionate about education, and as a business woman, she is always on the hunt for new opportunities to learn and grow. She wears many hats and handles each situation in stride and with ease.
 
        With a B.S. in biology and chemistry from Palm Beach Atlantic Christian University, Ingrid decided to go a step further, to get a step closer to her true passion by excelling with her masters degree in reading education from Nova Southeastern University.
       
Ingrid spent three years working as a public school teacher in Palm Beach County, teaching integrated science to ninth graders. While teaching, Ingrid self-published her poetry into her first book titled SlopjarSlopjar recieved rave reviews not only for its creativity, excellent writing, and self expression but also for the excellence of its publishing and marketing. Through the experience and knowledge gained while publishing and marketing her own book, Ingrid gained an appreciation for the inner workings of the publishing world and ultimately birthed her own publishing company Lioness Publishing House.
 
 
Twitter @ingridmjennings
 
 

Giveaway: The Mortician’s Wife by Maralee Lowder

 

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The Morticians Wife
Maralee Lowder
 
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Taylor Street Books
 
ISBN: 13: 978-1480011229
ASIN:  B009KDVFEI
 
Number of pages:194
Word Count: 71000
 
Cover Artist: Tim Hewtson
 
 
Book Description:  

“I have spent the night in supposedly some of the most haunted buildings in America. I have met people who could fairly be described as evil incarnate. I have been to the Old Mortuary in Dunsmuir. It is gorgeous but I wouldn’t spend a single night there.” Kathleen McKenna, author of horror novels ‘The Wedding Gift’ and ‘Family Matters’.
 
Five miles from the new age Mt. Shasta City, the sleepy Northern California town of Dunsmuir plays host to a nightmarish house – the Old Mortuary – where the mortician’s wife spent four decades alone, and some say insane, sleeping in an alcove off one bedroom where she believed the evil spirits of the house could not get to her, harboring terrible secrets.
 
With the steady flow of dead bodies through the basement and the murderous events upstairs, this is the story of how the Old Mortuary of Dunsmuir became one of the most haunted houses in America as a result of the personality and misdeeds of one man, Horace Carpenter, whose eternal soul most certainly does not rest in peace, as many will attest, and probably never will.
 
 
 
About the Author:
 
Maralee Lowder found so much pleasure in reading such a wide spectrum of romance genres, she has never been able to write in just one.  Her novels run the gamut of contemporary, historical, humorous, horror, paranormal and suspense. 
 
Look for the sequel to “The Morticians Wife”  coming soon
 
 
 
 
 
 

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