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Stories of Love are Sticky by Rachel Dacus – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Stories of Love Are Sticky
By Rachel Dacus

Stories of love stick with us, draw us in easily. They’re often the most memorable stories, the ones we carry around with a glow of happiness—unless they were tragic stories, and then we keep the tender feelings of that. Think of your favorite romance or love story. It’s not hard to bring to mind, is it?

Love in all its forms is the epitome of relationships working as well as they can, given that humans are imperfect. Love stories are sticky, I think, because they’re basic to human nature. It’s the heat in a connection that matters most and indicates depth of feeling.

Shakespeare said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d cupid painted blind.” Love sees the Beloved’s interior, rather than simply the exterior (though gorgeous exteriors don’t detract!). In Romeo and Juliet, one of my favorite love stories, Juliet declares: “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee the more I have, for both are infinite.”

In devising the story I wanted to tell in The Renaissance Club, depth of feeling seemed to me central. Gianlorenzo Bernini was an artist of great feeling, and his sculptures are some of the most passionate and emotional works of art ever made. I posed myself the question: what if I could go back in time and meet Bernini? What would I ask such an amazing genius and man of feeling? I’d want to know more about how he lived so creatively and poured so much life and emotion into his works.

And meeting him, would I feel drawn to them in more than artistic ways? Well, of course! That was the spark of idea for the story. And how May Gold was born as my main character—an art historian with an undercurrent of passion and a creative soul, and with lots of questions for the artist she most admires.

Being lucky enough to slip through a fold in time and meet the living, breathing genius she admires, May is swept into a storm of emotion, but feelings aren’t always easy to live with, and they complicate life. As does a gulf of centuries between you and your beloved! And thereby hangs a tale … the tale of The Renaissance Club.

Would you give up everything, even the time in which you live, to be with your soul mate? That’s what young art historian and teacher May Gold must decide when she slips through time’s folds to meet the man of her dreams and the subject of her master’s thesis — fiery 17th century genius artist Gianlorenzo Bernini.

In her fantasies May is in his arms, the wildly adored partner of the man who steered Renaissance art into the Baroque. In reality, she has just landed in Rome with her stodgy boyfriend and teaching colleagues for a tour of Italy. She yearns to unleash her passion and creative spirit.

When the floor under the gilded dome of St Peter’s basilica rocks under her feet, she finds herself in the year 1624, staring straight into Bernini’s eyes. Their immediate and powerful attraction grows every time she meets him during the tour. Passion blossoms, but history says they have no future. Can May thread her way through time, and will she take a perilous risk to begin a magical, exciting new life?

This time travel romance is perfect for lovers of Italy, art, and love stories.

Enjoy an Excerpt

He lowered the rod and at last, smiled. Historians had written that his smile could charm anyone, but he had never been painted smiling. What a shame.

“Why are you, a woman, studying my art?” His voice wasn’t deep but it was vibrant, with an Italian lilt. “Women only study languages, lute playing, babies, and needle work.”

“I’m a different kind of woman.” She remembered what a range of women he had known, from models to noblemen’s wives. In his era, women’s decent occupations could be listed in five lines.

“I do not wish to be rude, but because of your sex you cannot study art.”

“I’m an exception.” She enjoyed the way that startled him.

“What are you called?” he demanded.

“My name is May Gold.”

He bowed. “Signorina May Gold, Cavaliere Bernini is at your service! Your golden skin makes me think you are perhaps from Egypt, where women aren’t properly schooled in manners.”

She smiled at what he thought would be an insult. “I’m half Italian and half Jewish. And I am a student of your work, despite my sex.”

“How can that be?”

His superior certainty made the sarcasm pinch, but she knew he couldn’t easily understand. She might as well tell him what he would find unbelievable. “I’m a historian studying Baroque art, and you’re the focus of my study.”

He laughed loudly. “A woman historian? Impossible! And I know nothing of your Baroque. I am merely—” he bowed insincerely “—a genius of sculpture and architecture.”

About the Author: Rachel Dacus is a poet, essayist, and novelist who writes about love and relationships, with a touch of the supernatural. Love and history are the themes of her debut novel, The Renaissance Club, a tale of romance between a young art historian and her hero, the fiery 17th century Italian sculptor Gianlorenzo Bernini. Praise for her novel — “enchanting, rich, and romantic” — describes the kinds of love and adventure stories Rachel enjoys, preferably set in exotic places. She has traveled to Italy and India and plans to expand her journeys beyond countries that start with the letter “I”.

She’s the daughter of a bipolar rocket engineer who worked on missiles during the race-to-space 1950’s. He was also an accomplished painter.

Her interest in Italy was ignited by a course in Renaissance art history that culminated in tour of northern Italy. She’s been hooked on Italy ever since. Her essay on Italy, motherhood, and infertility was anthologized in Italy, a Love Story: Women Write About the Italian Experience.

Dacus shows off her versatility in four poetry collections. Her newest is Arabesque. Three other collections are: Gods of Water and Air, Femme au Chapeau, and Earth Lessons. She raises funds for arts, human service, and healthcare organizations and takes walks with her way-too-smart Silky Terrier.

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My Totally Eighties Life by Z.A. Maxfield – Guest Blog and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Z.A. Maxfield who is celebrating the recent release of Hawaii Five Uh-Oh. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post for a chance to win a box with Hawai’ian Island-related items, valued at $25.00 (US only please).

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Hi everyone! Thanks so much for welcoming me to the Long and Short Review blog for a little teaser of the newest “Plummet” story, Hawai’i Five Uh-oh.

My Plummet to Soar books are a series of affiliated books–super loosely based around Plummet To Soar, a fictional self-help book written by Mackenzie Detweiler. (The man from book one, who fell from a tourist helicopter and lived to tell the tale.)

Each of the books features some person touched by reading Plummet to Soar, whose life has changed because they were forced to rethink what they have and what they truly want.

Today, I thought I’d share five things you might not know about my totally eighties life, beginning with:

1. Stevie Nicks. Seriously. Is there a woman my age who doesn’t love Stevie? Who didn’t try to dress like her. Wear their hair like hers. I get now why the raspy, throaty voice gave me shivers to my toes, but even back in the day I would have called it a major girl crush. I saw Fleetwood Mac in concert, and also caught Stevie Nick’s solo tour. A lot of those songs were thoughtful. The lyrics were poetry. The music, compelling. I was in a California Fish Grill restaurant, just this morning, with the radio tuned to some kind of everything eighties station, and they played “Stop Dragging My Heart Around,” Stevie’s duet with Tom Petty. I told my husband I resented the implication that the healthy diners where we live are all our age – between close to and well past retirement, but it is what it is. Outside, there was a meetup of folks with classic cars, and inside, most of the diners were old enough to have purchased those songs as LPs or 45s.

2. MTV. You know what? A lot of people dug watching music videos back in the day. Everyone still makes them. I watched about a month and a half’s worth of MTV on the Z channel in the early eighties, but honestly? I was never a fan. Unlike listening to music in the background, they were designed to totally engage me. As a child of the sixties, I’d been trained to give a television my full attention, but it was obvious early on that music videos were only commercials and there was no there there. I found them insufferably boring. After the first time, I was done. A few good ones stick out in my mind: “Take On Me”, of course. Anything by Michael Jackson, but “Thriller”, especially. “Hot for Teacher”, by Van Halen because I hadn’t planted my feminist flag yet. Now, the only videos I watch have Beyoncé in them… I’d be embarrassed to say how many times I’ve watched “Lemonade,” all the way through.

3. Jane Fonda and Richard Simmons. I’ve always struggled with my weight, so these two are a natural. Between sparkly headbands, dolphin shorts, leg warmers, and high-cut leotards, I ate it all up. I worked out to their videos, got the stretchy bands and pulleys, and even purchased one of Jane Fonda’s manual treadmills, which turned out to be awesome, actually, something I used for years, and not only for fitness. Once, when my daughter had an elementary school project on statistics and probability, she devised a test where we elevated the machine and one of her brothers ran on it, while another threw buttered toast on the track, and a third recorded the results as each piece fell off the end: Whether it landed face up, or face down. What a terrific, creative way to use that equipment–and yes, it was a statistical dead heat. #Mythbusted

4. Marriage. A pretty girl named Diana got married to a prince in the eighties and then totally dominated the world of style until she passed, tragically young. I had my collection of Di hats until we moved a couple months ago. I know they’ll come back, so hit the thrift stores. They’re out there somewhere. You’re welcome.

5. Sexism. I worked as a computer programmer, which started out to be a really promising place for women in technology. My friend Joanne wrote one of the very first home computer video games. She was even written up in magazines! But programming and gaming became a boy’s club for the most part and women were getting 2/3 of what men earned. Let’s be honest, I don’t miss that part of the eighties at all.

But you know what? Now is such a good time to be alive. It’s the best time ever to be a writer. All the world’s information, art, literature, and news is yours for the push of a button! Sure, you have to be discerning and it’s easy to get confused by misinformation, but would you really rather live before the information age? I sure wouldn’t!

Tell me about your eighties life (or your twenties, whenever they happened.)

Best wishes for a wonderful, drama-free holiday season!

ZAM

Sarcastic cop Theo Hsu returns home to Hawai‘i after realizing he wants more from his life, and also, less. He hopes to reconnect with his past and make amends with his mother, who remarried a cool, distant man, leaving Theo unsure where he stands.

It doesn’t take him long to figure out where he wants to stand, though: right next to his childhood best friend, tattooed detective Koa Palapiti. Theo would like to upgrade their relationship, but Koa is putting out some seriously mixed signals. It’s a mystery Theo can’t let go, but just as they start to connect, kidnapping, murder, and a deadly game with international stakes get in the way. Koa wants to keep Theo out of it, and if it comes to a choice between him and Koa’s partner, Freddie Ortiz, Theo doesn’t like his chances.

But even if Koa wants to push him out of the investigation, and his life, Theo still has a few tricks up his sleeve. It’ll take all his special gifts, ingenuity, risk-taking, family ties—and even some kinky undercover work—to save the day… and the man he never should’ve let get away.

About the Author: Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

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My Top Five Books in the Genre by Kaje Harper – Guest Blog and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Kaje Harper, who is visiting with us to celebrate today’s release of Fair Isn’t Life. Leave a comment or ask the author a question for a chance to win a digital copy of the book.

My Top 5 Books in the Genre

Thanks for inviting me to the blog to do a Top-5 chat with your readers, as I release my new book. I picked this topic, but really, I should’ve gone with top 5 recipes, or writing snacks. Because if you know me, you know that I love recommending M/M books. I’ve reviewed over 1,000 of them with 4-5 stars on Goodreads in the last 7 years. So… top 5? What was I thinking???

Well, I’m committed, so I’m going with a range of stories that wowed me in different ways. In NO PARTICULAR ORDER. Because yeah, 5 is bad enough, picking a number 1 is impossible.

Whistling In the Dark by Tamara Allen (historical)

This wonderful book gave me real historical flavor from 1919, with lovely character immediacy and connection. Sutton is sweet and honorable and a little lost. Jack is wild and determined and wounded, and carries on with gallant courage behind the mask of not giving a damn. There are moments of humor and moments of sharp poignancy.

Chase in Shadow by Amy Lane (contemporary)

Amy Lane writes guys who get deeper in my heart than almost any other author. This is one of her most intense stories, about a closeted man with a painful past who will break your heart, little by little. But thank God she writes romance, and so at the end of deception and discovery, worry and pain, there is love.

For Real by Alexis Hall (BDSM)

Two men, one older, one younger; one experienced in the scene, one completely new to it; one broken by losing love through no fault of his own, one urgently seeking something he’s never had… and the young, inexperienced guy is the Dom.

His Quiet Agent by Ada Maria Soto (ace character, contemporary)

A lovely, slow, subtle book in which an asexual government agent and a demisexual analyst discover, through nearly silent meals, and moments of stress, that their hearts speak to one another.

Claimings, Tails, and Other Alien Artifacts by Lyn Gala (SciFi, Dom/sub)

This is the best alien-human romance I’ve ever read, because the alien isn’t just a human in purple skin. Ondry has his own culture, his own physiology, and imperatives that complement what human Liam needs in real ways. Wonderful world-building, and believable love.

Honorable mention (because I’ve never met a limit I didn’t just blow past. Even the book I’m here about – Fair Isn’t Life – is 52,000 words into Dreamspinner’s 50,000 word limit 🙂 )
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Erik the Pink by Matthew J Metzger (contemporary, trans, pregnancy, established couple)

I read everything by this author, and this is a recent favorite. (Consider reading Married Ones first, with trans and cis guys hoping for a family.) But either way, check out this sweet, real story of a different couple after the baby. Palpable love, real dysphoria issues, a strong couple, an overweight MC, and conversation that is sharp and funny and wonderful.

One of the things I love most about M/M is the range of stories. I could have mentioned a wonderful werewolf BDSM by Kim Dare, or historical urban magic fantasies, or one of Harper Fox’s many great contemporary thrillers, or several mysteries. We have stories with autistic MCs, like Jordan Castillo Price’s Mnevermind, or with OCD like Taylor Donovan’s Disasterology 101 or even dissociative identity disorder in Nicky James’s Love Me Whole. And we have straightforward contemporaries like my new release, each one different because the authors and writing and characters and settings are never the same. I love recommending all the good books, and I love writing. I hope Fair Isn’t Life will end up on someone’s favorites list. When a book speaks to even one reader enough to become a favorite, then it’s done what it was created for.

– Kaje Harper
November 2018

Luke Lafontaine survived the past year by not thinking about the father he lost, the dairy farm he couldn’t save from bankruptcy, or his way of life that vanished with the rap of an auctioneer’s hammer. Cleaning up city folks’ trash at the Minnesota State Fair is just another dead-end job. But at the Fair, surrounded by a celebration of farm life, ambitions he’d given up on and buried deep start to revive. And seeing Mason Bell in the parade—gorgeous, gay, out-of-his-league Mason—stirs other buried dreams.

Mason left his hometown for college in Minneapolis without looking back. Student life is fun, classes are great, gay guys are easy to find, but it’s all a bit superficial. He’s at the State Fair parade route with his band when he realizes a scruffy maintenance worker is Luke, his secret high school crush. Luke should be safely home working on his dad’s farm, not picking up litter. Mason wishes he hadn’t fallen out of touch. He’s an optimist, though, and it’s never too late for second chances. Now he just has to convince Luke.

Kaje Harper – Bio
I get asked about my name a lot. It’s not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old nickname. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to admit (*whispers – forty years*), mostly for my own entertainment, usually M/M romance (with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi…) I also have Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)

It was my husband who finally convinced me that after all the years of writing just for fun, I really should submit something, somewhere. My first professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out from MLR Press in May 2011. I now have a good-sized backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact. A complete list with links can be found on my website “Books” page.

I’m always pleased to have readers find me online.

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Top Ten Tuesday: Bookish Items/Merchandise I’d Like to Own

Hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl

One of the reasons why I decided to blog about this week’s topic is that I’m a minimalist. There aren’t many physical objects in life that I wish I owned but haven’t already either purchased for myself or been given as gifts by people who know me.

I’d much rather save up and buy a really nice version of something I know I’ll use regularly than get a flimsy version of the same item or buy something similar that doesn’t quite have all of the features I’m looking for.  (Yes, this means I can be a hard person to shop for. It’s something I try to warn new friends about pretty early on.)

Given all of this, I thought it would be a worthwhile challenge to come up with ten practical and useful things for this list. Wish me luck! (Oh, and Long and Short Reviews is not affiliated with either of the sites I’ll be linking to in this post. I included them only to give our readers a better idea of what I was talking about in those sections).

1. All of the Mint and Herbal Tea in the Entire World

Or at least enough of it to get me through the long, cold winter that is looming ahead. I originally started drinking tea when I was in elementary school.

My parents only brought sweets into the house on special ocassions, so tea was my best option for most of the year unless I was genuinely hungry and wanted a salad or apple as a snack, too. On the positive side, this taught me to love this beverage from a very early age.

Now I automatically think of books when I drink tea, and reading often makes me crave tea as well. It’s a beautiful cycle that I hope lasts forever.

2. Novelty Mugs

Speaking of drinking hot liquids, is it ever really possible to have too many mugs? I go through them so quickly during the cold season that this is one of those things I don’t mind having extra copies of. I will use them regularly, especially if they have funny sayings on them.

3. Tote Bags

I’ve been known to use tote bags until their handles disintegrate. They’re good for everything from packing up miscellaneous items for a vacation to bringing home way more library books than I was intending to borrow. Honestly, I use mine every single day…and I could use a few more of them now that I think about it.

4. Book Lights

Occasionally, I wake up far too early in the morning and can’t get back to sleep. When this happens, it sure is nice to have an easy way to shine a light on the pages I’m reading without also filling the entire bedroom with light.
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5. Dairy-Free Chocolate

While I do still eat carrots and salad while reading sometimes, there are other stories that demand something a little richer to nibble on as I find out what happens in them next. Due to my milk allergy, I don’t get to do this as often as I’d like, but I do love it when I find a chocolate I can eat at the same time that I’m reading something exciting or scary.

6. Warm Socks

I have no idea why this is so, but I have a hard time concentrating if my feet are cold. Sometimes I specifically seek out my warmest pair of socks before reading something complicated or nuanced so that I’ll be better able to pay attention and figure out what is happening in the story.

7. T-Shirts with Book Quotes Printed on Them

There are bonus points if the quotes are humorous, but really any thought-provoking quote will do. I think you can learn a lot about a person by paying attention to what kinds of messages they’d want to have on their t-shirt.

8. Literary Smart Phone Cases

This is something I just discovered recently, and I really like the idea of walking around with a quote or scene from your favorite book on your smart phone.

9. Little Blank Books for Writing Down Quotes

I used to do this more often before cellphones became capable of storing this kind of information, but I still like the idea of pausing what you’re reading in order to write down a meaningful or uplifting quote. There’s something beautiful about being later being able to go back and read through those quotes.

10. Literary Duvet Covers

For example, I recently saw one that had a picture of Edgar Allen Poe printed on it. If I needed a new duvet cover, I’d go for something creative and unusual like this over a traditional floral pattern in a heartbeat.

What bookish items do you wish you owned?

Fair Isn’t Life by Kaje Harper


Fair Isn’t Life by Kaje Harper
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short Story (148 pages)
Other: M/M, Anal Play
Rating: 3.5 stars
Reviewed by Fern

Luke Lafontaine survived the past year by not thinking about the father he lost, the dairy farm he couldn’t save from bankruptcy, or his way of life that vanished with the rap of an auctioneer’s hammer. Cleaning up city folks’ trash at the Minnesota State Fair is just another dead-end job. But at the Fair, surrounded by a celebration of farm life, ambitions he’d given up on and buried deep start to revive. And seeing Mason Bell in the parade—gorgeous, gay, out-of-his-league Mason—stirs other buried dreams.
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Mason left his hometown for college in Minneapolis without looking back. Student life is fun, classes are great, gay guys are easy to find, but it’s all a bit superficial. He’s at the State Fair parade route with his band when he realizes a scruffy maintenance worker is Luke, his secret high school crush. Luke should be safely home working on his dad’s farm, not picking up litter. Mason wishes he hadn’t fallen out of touch. He’s an optimist, though, and it’s never too late for second chances. Now he just has to convince Luke.

Luke and Mason knew each other in high school but never really managed to connect. Mason is out, proud and loves his life in college, whereas Luke was happy to remain quiet and focused on the life he loved, his family farm. Only life isn’t meant to be fair – Luke lost his father and the farm and Mason has come to understand while easy, casual student sex is great it’s rather soul-less. The two men meet up at the Minnesota State fair and realize they might be able to start something meaningful together.

I found this to be an interesting and emotional read. I really enjoyed Luke’s character, an honest, sturdy and heart-felt kind of guy who misses his old farming life but is realistic enough to know that there’s not much he can do but roll with it and do your best when life throws crap at you. I have to admit it took me a little longer to warm to Mason’s character. Next to Luke, Mason initially felt to me a little superficial and young – while chronologically they’re roughly the same age Luke has weathered a few more hard knocks and just feels more strong and mature, whereas Mason was still pretty carefree, living the idle and slightly self-centered lifestyle of a college guy. I think it’s important to note that at no point did I dislike Mason, but it did take me a while to warm to him.

I really enjoyed the slower romantic pace of this story, it helped the plot and overall feel of the book feel a lot more realistic to me. And while I feel it wouldn’t have been unusual for Mason’s character to jump right into it, Luke needed the slower pace and so it helped me relax and really come to understand the dynamics growing between the two men. I also was really impressed that the relationship growing between Mason and Luke wasn’t the only point of the book – I felt there was a quite well-developed plot surrounding Luke and his looking for work on a farm and both Luke and Mason’s respective friends and room-mates. I thought all this helped the book feel rounded and like it wasn’t just a one-dimensional romance about two people coming together. The sex was tender and hot and while not over-the-top prolific I feel it should satisfy the need for spice for most erotica readers.

With lots of interesting secondary characters, two different and complex main characters and a whole lot of steamy romance this was a good read I really enjoyed. While I might not have warmed instantly to Mason he and Luke were a great pair and I thoroughly enjoyed reading about the two men coming together and sorting out their respective lives. A good read.

The Nefarious Series by Lucille Moncrief – Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Lucille Moncrief will be awarding a (US ONLY) signed paperback copy of Book 4.5 and a poster of the series (The series is illustrated) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

A captured mermaid, two vampire hives on the brink of war, and a bored, sadistic king weave a tale of forbidden love in this spin-off from Moncrief’s Nefarious series.

Follow Hannibal Steele, chief alchemist of the Scion Hive, as he races against the clock to produce the coveted Bone Elixir. Will he finish the elixir in time before the Great King Abaddon murders Hannibal’s love, Emmeline, princess of the rival Minoa Hive?

Find out in this thrilling, fast-paced tale set in a steampunk world, where the sea rises in anger at the capture of her princess, wolves howl within the hoary swirls of a white potion, and mermaids join forces with a lonely alchemist in the foggy Georgia night.

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Nefarious Volume One

Penny Dreadful meets Fifty Shades

Book 1 of 6 of Lucille Moncrief’s the Nefarious Series

Talcott Henderson, dead for over one hundred years old, wants to live again. Enslaved and abused, he longs to destroy his maker and return to the world of the living. But first, he must replace himself with someone else. Armed with only a silver tongue and a fuzzy sense of right and wrong, he sets his sights on Elyse Delafayette, a lonely melancholic. But Samuel Quartermaine, a vampire hunter with a dark past of his own, bears a grudge against Talcott’s maker, and stalks Talcott from the shadows of the cemetery walls.

Will Talcott succeed in convincing Elyse to join the ranks of the undead before Samuel can stop him?

Fans of Dracula, steampunk, and gaslight fantasy will love this collection of dark and lurid tales. If you’re tired of sparkly vampires and sickly-sweet romances, sink your fangs into the Nefarious Series and get a bigger bite out of the vampire world.


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Nefarious Volume Two: Honor the Suffering

While the bombs rain overhead, Talcott Henderson and a group of fellow soldiers huddle in the cratered ground beneath the German front lines. Through the never-ending din of enemy fire, the voracious, blood-soaked machine of war haunts Talcott. Memories claw at him; kill or be killed, eat or be eaten. In the bowels of the earth a specter appears and offers him an eternal life free of guilt.

But what is the cost of an unmarred soul?

If you like dark and gritty tales, war stories and the supernatural, you’ll love this installment of the authoress Moncrief’s Nefarious series. Grab your copy today, travel through time, and escape into a breathtaking new world!

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Nefarious Volume Three: The World is Our Exile

Can evil consume innocence?

Can the one who walks the line between both save it?

Elyse Delafayette, innocent yet darkly cynical, continues a naive flirtation with evil incarnate. Although goodness pursues her, she rebukes him. Although he seems sincere, she fears he is not.

Samuel Quartermaine, embodying darkness and light, races against time to save her from the clutches of the undead.

Will she let him love her?

If you are sick of sparkly vampires and love sarcastic heroines, brooding, secretive heroes, and exploring the stark contrast between good and evil, you will love this story. Get your copy now to experience a sensual, thrilling ride into vivid new world!

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Nefarious Volume Four: The Dirigible Airship Disaster

Penny Dreadful meets Fifty Shades

Described as “captivating,” and “hauntingly beautiful,” the Nefarious series is a sophisticated, enthralling, and well-written tale of intrigue and devious desires. Set in a lurid, southern gothic world, follow the undead Talcott Henderson as he engages in a battle of wits with his intended, Elyse Delafayette.

But wait, what’s this? Half-ling dhamphyrs armed with hawthorn stakes, an energy-witch coven torn apart by infighting, and a corpse-like, ancient vampire king with an agenda of his own?

Enhanced with custom illustrations, this fast-paced steampunk series will leave you on the edge of your seat and hungry for more. If you are sick and tired of wimpy vampires and the flood of terrible books on the romance market, grab your copy today of the Nefarious series and relearn what a true escape into fiction is all about.

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Nefarious Volume 4.5: The Heads That Rolled

Fans of Trueblood and all things dark and steampunk will fall in love with Lucille Moncrief’s Nefarious Series.

In the fifth installment of this newest generation of vampire lore, go back in time to the savage heights of the French Revolution. Heads will roll as the story follows the series’ anti-hero, Samuel Quartermaine, as he falls victim to the family curse and his father’s betrayal.

Book 4.5 is a wild ride that will keep you on the edge of your seat and reading long into the night . . . With the lights on, of course.

Enjoy an Excerpt from Nefarious 3

I picked up the chamberstick and paused in the halcyon room. The grin in the peeled paint of the flagstones seemed an assurance of victory, and now the grin was my own. Smiling wide, I went upstairs. The soft click of the cellar door latch echoed in the still house, which was quickly darkening inside from the setting sun. Patches of faded evening light filtered through the leaden windows and crisscrossed the hallway. My insides buzzed with gleeful mischief. I rounded the corner in the foyer to go upstairs, only to find Lucius seated on the bottom step. The sight of him was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on my back. I quickly hid my smile and gripped the handle of the chamberstick. His pale, yellow-blue eyes burned with joy and his hair framed his face in what I used to think resembled a halo. Now I saw it for what it really was—a wispy, dirty aura of ill-will. His clothes were rumpled. His once white shirt was torn and stained brown, and his face glowed with the kind of mirth only given to victors.

“My prodigal son!” His tone was cheerful and incongruously warm. He stood and licked his lips, snuffed out my candle and pulled me into a tight embrace.

An acrid pool of bitterness lapped at my insides from his touch. My back teeth began to grind. He patted my shoulder and licked my ear. I stifled a gag and pulled away from his grasp. That same oily, rotten, muddy smell I’d found in his room seemed to leech from his pores. My eyes burned as I caught a whiff of it, and my nose crinkled in abject disgust at his condition.

“Such a stone-cold heart.” He smirked. “Although you’ve broken mine, I still love what special kind of monster I made you.” He put his hands on my shoulders, held me in place and stared into my eyes.

I tried fighting Lucius once, over one hundred years ago. The failed attempt put me underground for several months, too weak to hunt anything but the rats in the crypt. My ribs still bear the scars of his paternal rage. They throbbed at the memory. The thought of him nearly destroying me again struck fear into my bones. I tried to keep my voice emotionless and steady.

“What do you want, Father?” I asked.

“Thanks to your espionage, I’ve effectively neutered The Quartermaine.” He dropped his hands and straightened out his shirtsleeves. They were caked with mud. Strands of what appeared to be cat fur peppered the front ruffles of his shirt.

He seemed to take no notice of me, far too drunk on his speciously assured victory.

I pushed passed him and started up the stairs. “That’s wonderful, Father.” I said over my shoulder and tried not to glare at him or worse—divorce his head from his neck with my bare hands. I willed myself to stop grinding my teeth. If my actions in any way clued him in to my deception, he’d put me underground for decades.

“Oh, Talcott?”

The blue blood in my veins stopped cold.

“As a reward for your, I don’t know, what is this? Change of heart? It doesn’t matter.” His hands fluttered and his brow knitted. He pursed his lips before a fanged smile took over his face again. “I give you Trina.”

I stopped on the steps and quickly turned away from him. My eyes burned red and a tear of joy threatened to fall. Now I could do with her as I wished without catching the ire of the Scion Hive! I bit my tongue to keep from smiling and turned around.

“Father, I thank you for your beneficence.” I bowed. The piece of black coal beneath my ribs nearly burst with happiness.

Lucius laughed, shook his head and put his hand to his chest. “Your formality is so endearing.” He pulled a small, weathered, coffin-shaped box from his pants pocket and smirked.

My eyes widened. “You . . . you didn’t eat it?” I asked, lunging for the box.

Whoever devoured the heart of a freshly turned vampire gained their strength and held sway over their free will, rendering them the property of the consumer. My nerves electrified and pulsed at the prospect of gorging on Trina’s desiccated heart.

Lucius pulled the box just out of my reach and the contents made a sickening thud inside. I started to salivate like a mangy dog begging for table scraps.

“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you eat it,” Lucius said, his face hard and unflinching.

My hand clenched around the chamberstick. I went back down the steps and knelt before him. Humiliation burned and lashed at my jowls.

“I ate yours that night in the trenches whilst you slumbered, meek and young as a kitten.” He put his cold hand over the crown of my head. “Your soul tasted like,” he smacked his lips, “mhm, crisp leaves in the fall, and just a hint of an all-consuming love.”

The sound of his claws ripping soft flesh and Ilse’s curdled scream boomed within my memory. A tear fell from my eye and hit the floor. I stared at it through a watery lens as he continued unabated.

“I only ever tasted it again when I met your Ilse.”

I grit my teeth in rage. My back molar cracked as I started to stand. His hand gripped my head, and he pushed me down and held me in position. White-hot pain flared throughout my jaw and a dull ache assaulted my knees. My hands shook and the sharp edges of the chamberstick handle cut into my palm. I tasted ashen blood on my tongue as I bit into it and groaned.

“I’m still forever grateful to you for leading me to her. Your turning, finished off with her death?” He chuckled. “The most delectable, two-course meal I’ve ever had. I haven’t had anything so fresh and natural since before the industrial revolution. Everyone’s so polluted now.” His talons crushed my temples and a scream caught in my throat.

Murderous lust ignited within my veins.

About the Author:

Lucille Moncrief, authoress of the steampunk and gaslight vampire series, Nefarious, was clearly a stodgy old librarian in a past life. She loves poring over history books and binge-watching PBS’s Secrets Of series.

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First Earl I See Tonight by Anna Bennett – Spotlight


Long and Short Reviews welcomes Anna Bennett who is celebrating today’s release of First Earl I See Tonight.

An heiress with a daring proposal. An earl who’s determined to resist her. And a love that just might be written in the stars, in First Earl I See Tonight by Anna Bennett.

Recently jilted by his fiancée, David Gray, Earl of Ravenport is not in the market for a wife. Even if Gray didn’t have his hands full renovating his crumbling country house, it would take more than a bold marriage proposal from a headstrong young beauty to thaw his frozen heart. Gray is confident that spending a week at his ramshackle estate will change her mind about marriage, but every passionate moment he spends with her tempts him to change his…

A talented artist, Miss Fiona Hartley desperately needs her dowry money to pay off a blackmailer set on ruining her sister. The handsome earl seems a sensible choice for a husband…if only she can convince him that romance will play no part. But marrying in name only may prove difficult for Fiona. Gray can’t help but be dazzled by her genuine warmth. Yet as their feelings deepen, Fiona’s deadline looms. Will her secrets destroy them, or is true love their final destiny?

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“Lord Ravenport,” Lady Callahan intoned, closing her fan with an expert flick of the wrist. “Please, allow me to present my daughter Miss Sophie Kendall and her friends Miss Fiona Hartley and Miss Lily Hartley.”

Gray exchanged the expected pleasantries, then turned to Fiona. A halo of loose curls crowned her head, and she worried her plump bottom lip. Her pink gown exposed the long column of her neck and the curve of her shoulders; he could almost see her pulse beating wildly at the base of her throat.

His instincts screamed for him to run right out of the ballroom, and yet his boots remained rooted to the floor. Worse, before he knew what he was doing he’d asked her to dance.

“It would be my pleasure,” she stammered, taking his arm.

As he led her to the dance floor he questioned his own good judgment—and not for the first time that day. He’d witnessed Miss Hartley trip and tumble into the orchestra at the Millbrook ball. He’d been dancing with Helena at the time but had paused to help her up.

So much had changed since then.

He had no idea if Miss Hartley’s dance partner had been to blame for the incident or whether she was prone to falling, but just to be safe he tightened his hand on her waist. And they began moving to the music.

The first measure had barely played before she asked, “You received my letter?”

“I did,” he said noncommittally, twirling her beneath his raised arm.

When she faced him again, she looked him directly in the eye. “What do you think of my . . . offer?” she asked, her voice cracking on the final word.

He tamped down an unexpected pang of sympathy. “I think that we hardly know each other.”

“True, but that is easily rectified, is it not?” There it was—an unmistakable hint of desperation. And a sense of urgency that even her letter hadn’t conveyed.

“It is,” he conceded. “However, I suspect that the more we know each other, the less we’ll like each other.” Cynical but true in his experience. His parents certainly hadn’t grown fonder of each other. Neither had he and Helena.

She winced and looked away before regaining her composure. “Perhaps. But we needn’t like each other.”

Gray chuckled at that. “I never thought I’d meet some­ one more jaded than I.”

“So, you’ll consider my offer?” she pressed.

“I will not,” he said firmly. Under different circum­ stances, her fortune may have tempted him. But she was clearly intent on using him for her own purpose—and he suspected that she’d set her sights on him for reasons be­ yond his title. After all, there were half a dozen peers in attendance right now who’d leap at the chance to marry a young and unconventionally beautiful heiress.

But he was not one of them.

“It seems rather closed­minded of you to dismiss me summarily,” she shot back, displaying a boldness that was borderline rude—and refreshing.
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“If I said I’d consider your offer, I’d only be giving you false hope. Delaying the inevitable.”

“The inevitable rejection, you mean,” she clarified. “Yes.” He was still reeling from the sting of Helena’s
rebuff and wouldn’t wish anyone that sort of pain and humiliation.

“Please,” she begged. “I realize that it’s highly unusual for a woman to propose marriage—”

“It’s unheard of.”

“Surely you must be curious—as to why I did it.” She looked up at him, her shining blue eyes challenging him to deny the truth of her words.

Gray shrugged. “You have your reasons for making the offer; I have my reasons for declining it.”

“Give me the opportunity to explain,” she pleaded. “Just a quarter of an hour to make my case. If, after that, you remain unconvinced, I promise I shan’t mention it again.” He must be out of his damned mind to consider engag­ing in further discussion with Miss Hartley. The very last thing he needed was another conniving, self­serving fe­male attempting to interfere with his life. He had opened his mouth to tell her so when someone bumped into his
back—hard.

Gray’s torso collided with Miss Hartley’s chest, and she stumbled two steps before he wrapped an arm around her slender waist, catching her just before she landed on the parquet floor. She gasped and clung to his jacket, her expression an odd mix of relief and mortification.

“Oh dear,” she breathed.

Their faces were so close he could see unexpected dark blue flecks in her irises and the individual freckles dotting her nose. “Forgive me,” he said.

“For what?”

For what indeed? Steering her into the collision? Grip­ping her waist too tightly? Or for staring at the swells of her breasts and having decidedly wicked thoughts while he should have been shielding her from further embar­rassment? Ignoring her question, he asked, “Are you all right?”

“I am.” Her cheeks turned a charming shade of pink. She blew out a breath and shot him a shaky smile. “When it comes to dance floor mishaps, I confess I’ve survived much worse.”

Gray looked over his shoulder to see how the other couple fared, surprised to find Helena and her dance part­ner smiling apologetically.

And the truth struck him. For the last ten minutes, while he’d been dancing with Miss Hartley, he’d been completely, blissfully unaware of Helena and what she was doing. Even more remarkable, he’d forgotten that she was in the room. “Meet me in Hyde Park tomorrow,” he said to Miss Hartley, mentally cursing his own weakness. “I will listen to what you have to say, but don’t expect anything to change my mind.”

The corners of her mouth curled in a triumphant smile. “Thank you. All I ask is that you allow me the chance to explain the advantages of the arrangement—for us both.”

“Forgive me if I remain skeptical,” he drawled. “I’ll meet you near the footbridge. Three o’clock?”

“You won’t regret this,” she said earnestly, but the prick­ ling sensation between his shoulder blades suggested he would. In spite of her naïveté and candor—or maybe because of those things—Miss Hartley could prove far more dangerous to him than Helena had ever been.

About the Author: Anna Bennett started swiping romances from her mom’s bookshelf as a teenager and decided that books with balls, dukes, and gowns were the best. So, when she had the chance to spend a semester in London she packed her bags—and promptly fell in love with the city, its history, and its pubs. She dreamed of writing romance, but somehow ended up a software analyst instead.
Fortunately, a few years and a few careers later, Anna found her way back to writing the stories she loves and won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart®. She lives in Maryland with her husband and three children, who try valiantly not to roll their eyes whenever she quotes Jane Austen.

Anna’s books include of the Wayward Wallflowers series and the Debutante Diaries series.

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Background to Queen Mary’s Daughter by Emily-Jane Hills Orford – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Background to Queen Mary’s Daughter

I have a passion for Scotland and everything Scottish. Its people exude an intense aura of mystique and romance. I mean, men in kilts, rugged, tough, strong. Scottish women in long robes with plaids wrapped around them or draped elegantly over their shoulders. And the landscape: lush fields and forests, rocky edifices and grand lochs. Mystery everywhere you go: Loch Ness monster, haunted castles.

For me, Scotland is part of my heritage. My grandmother (Gran) instilled in me a powerful love of the country where she was born. We read together, mostly about Scotland: Mary Queen of Scots, Rob Roy MacGregor (the Robin Hood of the north). She insisted we were descended from both, but then all Scots claim a link to the Stuarts (Stewarts) and the MacGregors.

When I was old enough, Gran and I traveled together. A lot. One special trip took us to Scotland where we traced Gran’s childhood memories. We also followed the trail of Mary Queen of Scots. We had been enjoying a number of novels and biographies about the ill-fated queen and Gran ignited my interest by telling me about ancestors who helped in the queen’s escape from her prison at Loch Leven Castle. There is so much mystery and romance surrounding Queen Mary; so many unsolved myths and legends. I always wanted to write about Queen Mary, but I didn’t want to write a biography, which has been done many times over, and I didn’t want to write a pure historical fiction novel, because I felt Jean Plaidy and others had already done a wonderful job portraying the romantic lore that surrounded this queen and her country. I kept reading new stories about Queen Mary, but it wasn’t until the Brexit debacle and the ongoing desire of the Scottish people to separate from England, that I started looking more closely at the stories around Queen Mary. I knew she had given birth, prematurely, to twins while imprisoned at Loch Leven. History records that the babies died at birth and were buried on the island where the castle sat. An interesting footnote states that the location of the burial and the babies’ remains have never been found. Another myth, unsolved legend? I started thinking, ‘what if?’ What if there had been another heir to the Scottish throne and Scotland never did amalgamate with England and Ireland? And my story unfolded.

There is a sequel in the works. “King Henry’s Choice”. King Henry from the future appears at the very end of “Queen Mary’s Daughter”. He has something to share, but never really gets the opportunity. Another Scottish time travel alternate reality.

I can’t shake this passionate love affair I have with Scotland. I’m sure there are many others who feel the same. Even though I’m only one-quarter Scottish, I am very proud of that one-quarter. As the saying goes, “there’s those who are Scottish and those who want to be Scottish.” I’m a bit of both, I guess.

There are so many possibilities that affect the course of history. One change, one small item overlooked, can make a world of difference, not only in a person’s life, but in the history and well-being of an entire nation. And then there are those multiple scenarios of what if? What if King James VI of Scotland didn’t succeed in amalgamating Scotland with England? What if there had been another heir to the throne of Scotland? One who would secure its independence? Would Scotland have remained free and independent and a nation of its own well into the twenty-first century? And would Scotland, this independent version, make its own decision to join the European Union when its southern neighbor was choosing to pull away?

Queen Mary’s Daughter presents another plausible timeline, one that incorporates both historical fact and fiction with the endless possibilities of time travel.

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As the wind picked up, blowing her deep red, unruly curls helter-skelter over her face, Mary Elizabeth’s eyes focused on her hands. She stretched out the left hand, revealing the old ring that sat on her baby finger. It was a tiny ring and it only fit on the one finger. At the same time Gran bestowed the heirloom gift on her granddaughter, she had shared her story of the ring, at least as much as she was willing to share. The ring had been in the family for generations and only the firstborn daughter of the firstborn daughter (and so on and so on) could wear it. The ring was her connection to a past she wasn’t sure she believed in, a past that had been shared from one generation to the next. Or was there more? Was there a story her grandmother never managed to share?

What would she find at Loch Leven Castle? The clues had to be there. But the boy said it was mostly ruins, crumbled walls and tumbled stones, except for the tower. Queen Mary’s tower. What could she possibly unearth to collaborate Gran’s story? And she only had two weeks to do it. She couldn’t afford more time away from work. Even though it was a poorly paid entry level job, she didn’t want to risk losing it.

A glow emanated from the ring on her outstretched hand. She felt a warmth spread up her arms. The wind picked up, violently tossing her hair in every direction, swishing her coat ends like laundry hanging loosely on a clothesline. She faced into the wind, allowing its vicious impact to draw her forward. She took a step, then another, until she felt the cold wet of the lapping waves of the loch splash over her feet. The water was cold; it jolted her back to reality. What was she doing walking into the loch? What was the strong pulse pulling her forward? She allowed her eyes to glance out across the loch, now almost obliterated by the darkened storm that raged all around her.

“Miss.” She heard a voice from behind her as the power continued to drag her into the loch.

“Miss!” A hand gripped her arm, yanking her back toward the dry shore. “Miss!” The hands tightened their hold as she tried to pull away, tried to return to the loch. A scream pierced the air. She didn’t know where the scream originated. It sounded like it came from across the water.

It also sounded like it came from deep within herself.

Another scream and everything went black.

About the Author: Emily-Jane Hills Orford is an award-winning author of several books, including Gerlinda (CFA 2016) which received an Honorable Mention in the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards, To Be a Duke (CFA 2014) which was named Finalist and Silver Medalist in the 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Awards and received an Honorable Mention in the 2015 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards. She writes about the extra-ordinary in life and her books, short stories, and articles are receiving considerable attention.

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Love for Christmas by multiple authors – Exclusive Excerpt and Giveawway


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Five Christmas Romances from the heart warming to heart pounding:

A Witch for Christmas by Barb DeLong

Whimsical witch Abigail Goodbody must find her one true love by Christmas Eve or be doomed to a loveless future.

The Christmas Wish by Jill Jaynes

Southern California girl Allie hopes a magical Christmas ornament will bring her the Mr. Right she is hoping for.

A Vote for Love by Kathleen Harrington

In 1886 Montana, feisty Suffragette Paulette Winslow finds love where she least expects it.

Night Train to Hong Kong by Ottilia Scherschel

Sarah Crawford finds getting home for Christmas more dangerous than she bargained for on a Night Train to Hong Kong

Winter’s Warmth by Angela Shelley

Drawn to an abandoned mansion by mysterious Christmas cards, artifact hunter Alma meets a strangely familiar yet distant astronomer and his captor, a powerful, icy specter in a tale inspired by the myth of the Snow Queen.

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The sleigh skimmed over the snow, the harness bells jingling in the crisp air. Overhead, the Milky Way, with its countless stars, lit up the black winter sky.

“It’s a lovely night,” he offered, trying to start a friendly conversation.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Try to understand my side, Paulette,” he said. “I refused to dissemble or mislead, just to please you or anyone else at the restaurant. I have to say and do what I believe is right.”

She tossed her head for dramatic emphasis and sniffed. “Hmph. I feel the exact same way. And to be perfectly honest, Mr. McFarland, I don’t like you. How’s that for plain-speaking?”

He chuckled in an attempt to lighten the tone. “Right at the moment, you’re not being too likeable yourself, sweetheart. But I’m willing to overlook it.”

“I’m not your sweetheart!” She turned to glare at him, and then clamped her mouth shut, refusing to say another word.

When they drew up in front of her home, Paulette didn’t wait for Brent to come around to her side of the sleigh. She jumped down and raced up the pathway. By the time they neared the door, Brent was right behind her. He reached over her shoulder and pulled the bell.

Papa opened the door with a smile, then stepped back to let his daughter hurry inside. “Everything all right?” he asked, looking from one to the other with a frown.

“We had a little disagreement,” Brent explained. “About politics.”

“Ah,” her father said. “I think I understand.” Lifting his brow, he looked at his daughter again. “Where are your manners, Paulie? Aren’t you going to thank the gentleman and tell him goodnight?”

Squaring her shoulders, Paulette folded her arms across her chest and met Brent’s gaze. “Good-bye!” She had the satisfaction of slamming the door in the exasperating man’s face before bursting into tears.

Her father put his arms around her and held her close. “What’s wrong, child?”

“Oh Papa,” she wailed. “I think I’m in love with that horrible man.”

About the Authors:

Kathleen Harrington, multi-published, award-winning author, has touched the hearts of readers across the country and the world with her sparkling tales of high adventure and unending love. Her historical romances have been published in Chinese, Russian, Italian, and German. She lives in Southern California with her American Bulldog, Auron.

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Jill Jaynes began her love affair with romance when she was a teenager growing up in Southern California, spending many a late-night under the covers with a flashlight and good romance novel. This early addiction stuck, and she discovered one day that telling great stories was even more fun than reading them.

When she’s not writing, you can find her a) wine-tasting, hiking or otherwise hanging out with her awesome husband, b) walking her two high-maintenance dogs, c) plotting her next story with her writer-daughter or d) working at her day job in her spare time.

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Barb DeLong has always had a passion for reading and writing. She has won and been a finalist in several writing contests. Animals are another passion, and creatures both wild and domestic are featured in most of her stories of love, laughter and magic. Barb contributed contemporary romance stories in Romancing the Pages and Secrets of Moonlight Cove anthologies. A transplant from Canada, she enjoys the sunny climes of Southern California with her one-and-forever hubby and a fluffy, blue-eyed ragdoll cat, two children and five grandchildren.

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When Ottilia Scherschel, a Hungarian immigrant, started sixth grade, she learned her fifth language. After retiring from teaching languages at the college level, she spends her time writing romantic suspense stories set in foreign climes. She has been a finalist in a number of writing contests and published a short story in the Romancing the Pages anthology. Ottilia loves to pack a suitcase to visit family, friends and food or wine purveyors anywhere in the world. When she is not writing, she can be found at the movies, at the gym, or cooking for her husband, kids and grandkids.

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Angela Shelley was born in Vancouver, Canada in 1973 and grew up in rural Southern British Columbia. Her love for children’s fantasy stems from reading CS Lewis, Tolkien, George MacDonald, JK Rowling, Terry Brooks, Neil Gaiman, and many, many more wonderful authors. She lives in Los Angeles, California, with her husband and their twins.

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The High Lonesome Frontier by Rebecca Campbell


The High Lonesome Frontier by Rebecca Campbell
Publisher: Tor Books
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Historical, Contemporary
Length: Short Story (21 pages)
Rating: 4.5 Stars
Reviewed by Astilbe

A meditation about the evolution and influence of a song written in 1902 over the next 150 plus years.

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This was the first time I’ve ever seen a song being treated like a character, much less the protagonist. I was impressed with Ms. Campbell’s creative approach this topic. Even though it wasn’t a sentient being, the song’s evolution over time were fascinating to watch. The identity of the person who originally sang it was forgotten by many fans which only made it more appealing and mysterious to future generations.

The only thing I wish had been done differently had to do with the non-chronological order of the scenes. As much as I adored seeing how the song was rediscovered by each new generation, in a few spots it was slightly confusing to jump around so much in the timeline. While I did soon figure out how to piece everything together, this is something I would have liked to see tweaked. It was the only thing holding this story back from a perfect rating from me.

One of the most magical things about music is how effortlessly it can evoke the same emotion in everyone who listens to it no matter who they are or how many years later they discover it. This was a theme that was explored in depth in this tale. Every single person who sang, heard, played, or was otherwise exposed to this song responded to it with the same mixture of feelings. I can’t say what those feelings were, exactly, without giving away spoilers, but I was amazed by how often this kept happening no matter how many generations had passed since it was originally written and recorded.

The High Lonesome Frontier was a beautiful piece of science fiction that I’d strongly recommend to anyone who has ever absent-mindedly hummed a tune that they could only half remember.