#BadMoonRising The Ferryman and the Sea Witch by D. Wallace Peach #paranormal #mermaids #TuesdayBookBlog

This author is known for her beautiful prose and imagery, whether in poetry or her fiction books. I’ve reread passages in several of her novels because of their lyrical quality. Talk about eerie – her tarot card reading from many years ago may have predicted something that didn’t turn up until decades later in her life. Welcome D. Wallace Peach!

Have you ever had a tarot card reading?

Of course, Teri. And thanks for the fun questions. I’m delighted to be visiting during this bad, bad moon. I’ve had many tarot readings, and for a while I became absorbed in giving them too. The most unusual one I received was when I first married my husband. We both had children from a previous marriage, and the reader said I shouldn’t have more kids because it could damage my heart. We never did have more children (for various reasons) and my heart was fine… until my fifties. I wonder sometimes whether the tarot cards knew something that I didn’t discover until twenty years later.

Was there a horror movie you refused to watch because the previews were too scary?

I had to ask my husband the name of the movie because, of course, I never watched it. Hellraiser. That was a bazillion years ago in 1987, so I don’t know if I’d feel the same way now. He watched it with our kids when the tykes were about ten years old, and they all loved it. Now it’s the twisted psychopaths that totally creep me out because they could be REAL.

Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?

Oh yeah. My youngest brother was murdered in 2003 (my own little horror story), and after his death, I saw him everywhere. I’d pull over in the car, stare at people, follow them like a stalker. I’m surprised I didn’t get a crick in my neck from all the doubletakes. It was very disorienting. And eventually it stopped. Apparently, this happens to a lot of people. I wonder… is it wishful thinking or is the person’s soul making its presence known?

Would you and your main character get along?

That depends on the book. My main characters tend to live hard lives, and they take everything so seriously. They’re usually honorable people at the core, but who needs all that drama? Not me. The exception may be Madlyn in the Sorcerer’s Garden. She’s self-deprecating and snarky, two qualities that I find irresistible, especially the snark. It’s my lightest book, and I think she’d be fun to hang out with around a fire pit and drink wine.

If you decided to write a spinoff of a side character, who would you choose?

I have a lot of side characters that I think might have a good story inside them, usually from stand-alone books where there’s more story to explore. In my recent high seas fantasy, The Ferryman and the Sea Witch, there’s been some reader interest in Grier. He’s lazy, sarcastic, self-serving, and at times, remarkably noble. Who know? He may get his own book someday.

What do you do to get inside your characters’ heads?

I write extensive bios on my main and secondary characters before I ever start writing. I know everything about them from their hobbies down to their fears, hopes, and deep dark secrets. They’re fully formed before I write my first sentence. I was also a mental health clinician in the real world, and I think those years exploring people’s emotional lives helped. My husband can always tell what type of scene I’m writing by the look on my face. His frequent question: “Are you okay?”

Thanks for the fun Teri. Happy October!

The merror rule the sea. Slender creatures, fair of face, with silver scales and the graceful tails of angelfish. Caught in a Brid Clarion net, the daughter of the sea witch perishes in the sunlit air.

The queen of the sea bares her sharp teeth and, in a fury of wind and waves, cleanses the brine of ships and men. But she spares a boy for his single act of kindness. Callum becomes the Ferryman, and until Brid Clarion pays its debt with royal blood, only his sails may cross the Deep.

Two warring nations, separated by the merrow’s trench, trade infant hostages in a commitment to peace. Now, the time has come for the heirs to return home. The Ferryman alone can undertake the exchange.

Yet, animosities are far from assuaged. While Brid Clarion’s islands bask in prosperity, Haf Killick, a floating city of derelict ships, rots and rusts and sinks into the reefs. Its ruler has other designs.

And the sea witch crafts dark bargains with all sides.

Callum is caught in the breach with a long-held bargain of his own which, once discovered, will shatter this life.

Buy Links

Amazon global link: http://a-fwd.com/asin=B095J5X8DW

Amazon Author’s page: https://www.amazon.com/D-Wallace-Peach/e/B00CLKLXP8

Author Bio:

A long-time reader, best-selling author D. Wallace Peach started writing later in life after the kids were grown and a move left her with hours to fill. Years of working in business surrendered to a full-time indulgence in the imaginative world of books, and when she started writing, she was instantly hooked.

In addition to fantasy books, Peach’s publishing career includes participation in various anthologies featuring short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She’s an avid supporter of the arts in her local community, organizing and publishing annual anthologies of Oregon prose, poetry, and photography.

Peach lives in a log cabin amongst the tall evergreens and emerald moss of Oregon’s rainforest with her husband, two owls, a horde of bats, and the occasional family of coyotes.

Social Media Links

Author’s website: https://dwallacepeachbooks.com

Authors blog: https://mythsofthemirror.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Dwallacepeach

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DWPeachBooks/

#BadMoonRising Demon’s Life (Demon’s Blood Universe #2) by Shari Sakurai #horror #LGBTQ #vampires

I’ve been a vampire fan since the first time I saw them in movies. Even when they were “out of style”, I still read vamp books. Today’s author is here with the second book in a series, and it features the two vampires I got to know and love in Never Change, the novella companion to this series. Welcome Shari Sakurai!

Was there a horror movie you refused to watch because the previews were too scary?

The human centipede. This wasn’t because it looked too scary though, it’s because it just looked horrible!

If you watch horror movies, are you the person who yells at the characters, covers your eyes, or falls asleep?

I’m definitely the person who is yelling ‘look behind you!’ or ‘watch out for…!’

Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?

I do sometimes and they never fail to make me jump!

If you decided to write a spinoff of a side character, who would you choose?

I would choose Akito Okada who is one of the antagonists of the series. He has some rare abilities as a vampire that in the series he chooses to use for his own selfish gains. I would like to explore his character and abilities in more depth in his own novel.

How do you celebrate when you finish writing a book?

I will buy myself a gift to say ‘well done’ and then start with the editing!

What are you working on now?

I have just finished working on the third novel in my Perfect World series. I plan on writing the fourth novel next and the fourth book in my Demon’s Blood series.

Out of respect for the relationship we once had I will spare your life. However, if you try to obstruct me again then I will kill you

Vampires are now an endangered species. Possessed by the demon Kurai, Kokawa Taku has sworn to eradicate all those whom he deems inferior.

Determined to free Taku from the demon’s corruption Thane seeks help from Taku’s sire, Takata Koji. Thane’s search for answers takes him to Hong Kong where he learns the devastating truth. That in order to save Taku, Thane may have to kill him.

Refusing to accept this, Thane makes a decision that places the fate of all vampires in the balance. However Thane is unaware of the betrayal around him and that his actions will either save Taku or destroy him.

Purchase Links

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Author Bio and Social Media

Shari Sakurai is a British author of paranormal, horror, science fiction and fantasy novels that almost always feature a LGBTQ protagonist and/or antagonist. She has always loved to write and it is her escape from the sometimes stressful modern life!

Aside from writing, Shari enjoys reading, watching movies, listening to (loud!) music, going to rock concerts and learning more about other societies and cultures. Japanese culture is of particular interest to her and she often incorporates Japanese themes and influences into her work.

Shari loves a challenge and has taken part and won the National Novel Writing Month challenge twelve times!

Websites: http://www.sharisakurai.com  / http://www.perfectworldseries.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sharisakurai

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShariSakurai

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/shari_sakurai

#BadMoonRising August-Lost by R.G. Vaughan #thriller #mystery

Get the candy ready – Halloween is only a week away! Hope these authors have been getting you into the holiday spirit. Today features another new author to BMR. Guests at his Halloween party might want to check those candy apples twice before eating them – you can’t be too sure what’s really inside. Welcome R.G. Vaughan!

Have you ever had a tarot card reading?

No, and I never will. Although I’m not a believer, there’s a nagging voice of caution in the back of my mind. I prize logic and science above all else, but the last thing I would want is to be proven wrong in this particular area. After all, if tarot card reading is real, it would mean there are forces at work that would make me very nervous. And if there are good spirits out there, then there must be bad ones.

I suppose ignorance is bliss so I’ll bury my head in the sand.

Would you rather dunk for apples or carve a Jack o’ lantern?

That depends on who’s in the room at the time. There are some people I wouldn’t trust with the tools for carving a Jack o’ lantern, and others I wouldn’t trust as I put my face near a barrel of water. That might sound paranoid but it’s a side effect of being a thriller writer. I think of the worst ways to kill someone in normal situations.

Candy apple or candy corn?

Candy apple all day long. Everything about them is amazing. Especially the thick part that pools when they’re drying. And the fun you can have with party guests is particularly cruel. Put out a batch of candy apples at your next party, but plant an onion in there somewhere. Then, sit back and wait for someone to take a bite.

What do you do to get inside your characters’ heads?

Each character is an enhanced version of people in my life– past and present. I’ve known these people for years and enjoy watching and listening to them. When a character is needed, I try to think of which one would be the best person for that situation. Bear in mind, I’ve served in the Armed forces for more than twenty years. The people I’ve met along the way come from a variety of backgrounds and all have pretty spectacular characteristics.

By using real people to anchor my characters, I feel like I already know them and can anticipate how the story will unfold–what would they do if this or that happened? But sometimes, the words run away from me and I’m left surprised by what appears on the page.

How would you describe your book’s ideal reader?

Someone who knows right from wrong but is morally flexible in how and when punishment should be applied. I tend to think that we all have a hidden dark side, and deep down, all of us are capable of vengeance to a certain degree.

However, I don’t believe in evil for evil’s sake. Every antagonist must have a reason to be what they are, and I want my readers to be able to empathize or even agree with them. But they should also root for the protagonist.

What are you working on now?

I’m working on books two and three to August–Lost at the moment. They are being written side by side because I can’t decide which order they should be released. I’ve also got another series in the pipeline that I add to from time to time. But I’m struggling with where that series should be set. I’m torn between the UK and USA.

Secrets, omissions, disingenuous greetings. What do people hide?
Even the most trustworthy have secrets. The neighbour who smiles when walking their dog, the delivery man who thanks you for a signature, even the police officer who takes your statement could all be hiding something dreadful.

DI Matt Bruce processes evidence with absolute clarity, but with PTSD restricting his ability to empathise, he lives as a prisoner to a tragic history. Thankfully, DS Val Marsh is brought in to unseal his bottled feelings and help release him from himself. But when a simple murder case evolves into something more, the pair stumble upon haunting crimes of vengeance and hate, and a myth from the art underworld becomes a terrifying reality.

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Born in Wales, UK in 1982, Rob grew up with two brothers and one sister in the valley of Aberdare.

From a young age, he aspired to follow in his Grandfather’s footsteps and join the Royal Air Force. That dream came true in May 2000 when he left home for the first time. He remembers his first big challenge was interacting with people. Thanks to his strong and fast Welsh accent, his fellow trainees struggled to understand him, leaving him feeling isolated. Never-the-less, he finished his training and is twenty-one years into a military career. During this time, he served in many countries including multiple tours of Iraq and Afghanistan, and has deployed on several international aide missions around the world.

Having read hundreds of books over the years when flying in the back of military cargo aircraft, he only put pen to paper two years ago. During a particularly difficult chapter in his life, he found solace in writing and released his debut novel in August 2021.

Married to his childhood girlfriend, he’s always had a reason to return back to Aberdare where he lives with his wife and son. And even though a two-hour commute sounds horrible, it gives him plenty of time to ponder on his plots and characters.



#BadMoonRising Things Old and Forgotten by Mae Clair #paranormal #supernatural #magic

Mention cryptids and I immediately think of this author’s intense and thrilling Point Pleasant series featuring the Mothman (if you haven’t read it, you’re depriving yourself – trust me on this). She’s here today with her new release, and the excerpts I’ve read during her blog tour have me wanting to drop everything, curl up on the couch with it, and dive in. Welcome Mae Clair!

Hi, Teri! I’m delighted to be a guest on Bad Moon Rising yet again. I look forward to this event every year—not only as an author, but also as a reader looking for new and riveting reads. I’ve discovered several, thanks to your yearly Halloween Festival, and have even made a good friend as a result. Thank you for putting this together. I wish you and your readers a happy October and a Happy Halloween. You had some intriguing questions this year, a few that really made me think.

Which urban legend scares you most?

The first one that stuck with/terrified me, I heard when I was six years old. There was an upscale park not far from where I lived, tucked next to a neighborhood of elite homes. In the version of “the hook” I was told, two high school kids were cuddling in a car when they heard a scratching noise on the roof. Of course it was late at night—pitch black, moonless. The guy got out to investigate. Minutes passed, stretching longer and longer. The scratching noise stopped, then after a span, grew louder. Worried, when her boyfriend didn’t return, the girl got out of the car. She found his lifeless body hanging upside down from a tree, his fingernails scratching against the roof as he swayed back and forth. It still gives me shivers when I think of it!

Candy apple or candy corn?

Change “candy” to “caramel” and this is a tough one, because I love both. Candy corn is the ultimate Halloween treat. That said, I don’t have to buy it every year, but I almost always buy caramel apples coated with nuts. I love them! Even more, there is one Halloween treat I absolutely/positively must buy each October – Sweetzels Spiced Wafers. They are the ultimate ginger snap cookie! I’ve been eating them each year since I was a kid.

Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?

I have memories from when I was a kid. I was six and terrified of “someone” behind a blind in my bedroom. The room had a row of four windows covered with venetian blinds. I swear I saw “something/someone” behind the last blind. My older sister tried to calm my fears by raising the blind on each window to show me no one was there. She did that to all four windows. But I distinctly remember thinking “why didn’t she raise the blind on the fifth?” There was no fifth window, but I can still see it clearly in my head. Weird, I know. That was just one of my “peripheral encounters.”

How do you celebrate when you finish writing a book?

I treat myself to something fun. That’s usually a shopping spree for clothes, jewelry, shoes, or books, but definitely something that makes me happy. In the past, when sales were good, I’ve also treated myself to a new iPhone, MacBook, and Bulova watch at different times. I miss those fabulous days of sales!

Which book have you read more than once?

There have been so many! When I really love a book, it’s nothing for me to go back and read it again and again. Tolkien’s The Fellowship of the Ring is probably the one I’ve read the most. I’ve also reread Black Sun Rising (a fantasy novel) by C.S. Friedman, Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, and Still Life with Crows and Fever Dream, both by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. These are just a few, but there are many I cherish and have read multiple times.

If you could spend the day with another popular author, who would you choose?

Oh, my! I have so many wonderful writing friends online who I would love to meet. I would choose so many of them. I would so love to sit down in a coffee house to chat writing, books, and reading. We talk online but meeting face-to-face would be phenomenal! One can only hope.

A man keeping King Arthur’s dream of Camelot alive.
A Robin Hood battling a drastically different Sherwood.
A young man facing eternity in the desert.
A genteel southern lady besting a powerful order of genies.
A woman meeting her father decades after his death.

These are but a few of the intriguing tales waiting to be discovered in Things Old and Forgotten. Prepare to be transported to realms of folklore and legend, where magic and wonder linger around every corner, and fantastic possibilities are limited only by imagination.

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Author Bio and Social Media

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#BadMoonRising Reaper (A Horror Novella) by Jonathan Pongratz #horror #paranormal

This author describes his ideal readers as those who love chills and thrills. Having read this novella, I guarantee it’s filled with both, along with scary escapades and vivid imagery. And it features a basement. Tell me that doesn’t scream horror. The second book in this series released in February of this year, and it’s waiting (still – so many books!) on my Kindle. Maybe he’s inspired by the shadow figures he’s met face to face. Welcome Jonathan Pongratz!

Which urban legend scares you most?

Lately it’s been Cryptids (aka Bigfoot). There’s something terrifying about the urban legends that something unknown has been sharing this world with us the entire time, waiting in the hidden pockets we typically ignore. My reading of Harlan Graves’s short stories on them probably doesn’t help!

My mother recently told me of a time where she saw a cryptid a couple years back and it just made the fear all the more real.

What’s your favorite season of American Horror Story?

Either Coven or Apocalypse. I can’t resist the mystifying allure of witches since the days of Charmed, and I love all the great characters and their amazing powers! Can I join the coven? Please? I promise I won’t try to end the world. *fingers crossed behind back*

Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?

All the time. The hardest thing to figure out is if it’s actually shadow people or just a trick of the light. I’ve seen them face to face a number of times and it’s terrifying. Maybe they’re just passing through and don’t want to mess with me … yet.

How do you celebrate when you finish writing a book?

A huge party with all of my supportive friends and copious amounts of alcohol. Maybe not so much on the alcohol these days, but life’s too short to not share your successes with those you care about.

How would you describe your book’s ideal reader?

Anyone who loves chills and thrills. Regardless of what genre I experiment with, my novels will always have a dark edge to them. It’s something I feel is necessary and is a trademark of mine.

What are you working on now?

I’m currently working on an LGBT Horror novel called The Ruins. In a nutshell, a travelling video blogger and his boyfriend get more than they bargained for when they unwittingly unearth an ancient malicious evil on a trip to Peru. Expect plenty of suspense and paranormal mayhem!

How do you fight a monster?

Halloween night, 1992. Promised the allowance he’s always dreamed of, Gregory has to babysit his little sister Imogen and hand out candy.

That was before the basement door opened on its own. Before the strange door appeared in the basement. Before Imogen was taken from him by that terrifying monster.

Now, Gregory has to scramble to put the pieces together before it’s too late. Where did the door come from? What was that creature? Can he save his sister, or is she already gone forever?

Purchase Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07P9FCQT8

Kobo   https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/reaper-a-horror-novella

B&N Nook     https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/reaper-jonathan-pongratz/1130732747

Apple Books  https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1550231114

Author Bio and Social Media

Jonathan Pongratz is a writer and author of captivating horror, fantasy, and other speculative fiction stories. When he’s not writing, he’s busy being a bookworm, video game junkie, and karaoke vocalist. A former resident of Dallas, he currently resides in Kansas City with his Halloween cat Ajax. By day he works magic in finance, by night he creates dark and mesmerizing worlds.

Website: www.jonathanpongratz.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/jonathanpongratz

GoodReads: www.goodreads.com/jonathanpongratz

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jonathan-pongratz

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#BadMoonRising Unwitting (Erica Rosen MD #2) by Deven Greene #thriller #geneticengineering

Today is this author’s first time participating in BMR, and it’s also release day for the second book in her series – congrats! Read on to see how the shower scene in Psycho was nearly a real life experience for her. Welcome Deven Greene!

What urban legend scares you most?

This is the scariest to me, because it’s the most believable and I dreamt about it:

I wake up uncomfortable, freezing cold. Before I open my eyes, I try to move but the pain is too intense. I’m on a hard surface, not in my bed. Something isn’t right—fear takes over me. Finally, I overcome my dread and open my eyes. How did this happen? I’m in a bathtub, almost completely covered by water and melting ice cubes. Streaks of blood are suspended in the water, and overlie some of the remaining ice. On the far edge of the bathtub, leaning against the wall, is a cardboard sign with instructions: “Your kidneys are gone. Get to a hospital immediately.”

Would you rather dunk for apples or carve a Jack o’ lantern?

Believe it or not, I’ve never dunked for apples, but I have carved many a Jack o’ lantern. Nothing elaborate, but it’s fun just the same. I particularly enjoy cutting around the teeth in Jack’s smile. So, I would definitely prefer to carve a Jack o’ lantern.

If you watch horror movies, are you the person who yells at the characters, covers your eyes, or falls asleep?

I’d be yelling at the characters. “Get out of there!” or “Cut it out – well, not literally, I mean stop what you’re doing!” I have to admit, though, I’m not a big fan of horror movies.

Allow me to segue into a true story along the lines of horror. When I was a college student living in the dormitory, I came home late from a date. Almost everyone on the floor was asleep, but I got to talking to a friend of mine. I wanted to take a shower, so we continued talking while I took a shower in one of the many shower stalls. My friend continued to talk to me from outside the shower curtain. We moved from subject to subject, and she asked me if I’d ever seen the movie Psycho. Before I could answer, she asked, “Do you remember the shower scene?” Then she immediately turned off all the lights. It was pitch black, I was in the shower, and I just SCREAMED. I screamed non-stop until I realized I’d been set up. I started laughing then, but for a while there, I was very scared.

Would you and your main character get along?

I would definitely get along with my main character. She’s a doctor, like me, although she is a pediatrician, while I’m a pathologist. She’s more adventuresome than I am, but that would work—she can go on adventures, and I can write about them.

If you could spend the day with another popular author, who would you choose?

I would choose David Sedaris. He is a humorist, and his type of writing is very different from my own. He finds humor in everyday things, and I would like to add more of that to my books. His talent probably wouldn’t rub off on me, but hopefully I could learn something from him.

How would you describe your book’s ideal reader?

My ideal reader is someone who loves the thriller genre and enjoys learning about new things, especially in medical or scientific fields. I include background information on the subject at hand. I aim to give enough detail to make it interesting, but not so much that it becomes tedious.

Dr. Erica Rosen’s world is turned upside down after a suicide bomber explodes amidst a large crowd entering Oracle Park baseball stadium, near her San Francisco home. Many are killed or injured, and police have no leads in solving the case.

Erica becomes involved after a teacher of young autistic men calls her. The teacher believes her students are involved in the bombing but is afraid to contact law enforcement. She reaches out to Erica, who has experience with special needs children.

Erica arrives at the school but finds the police already there and a young autistic man doing a jigsaw puzzle, oblivious to his murdered teacher on the floor. The young man has information about the mastermind behind the bombing but has limited ability to speak. Erica is determined to protect him, prevent further bombings, and find his missing classmates.

Purchase Link

Unwitting (Erica Rosen MD #2)


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Unnatural (Erica Rosen MD #1)


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Author Bio and Social Media

Fiction writer Deven Greene lives in the San Francisco Bay area. Ever since childhood, Deven has been interested in science.  After working as a biochemist, she went back to school and became a pathologist.  When writing fiction, the author usually incorporates elements of medicine or science. Deven has penned several short stories. Unnatural, Erica Rosen MD Trilogy Book 1 is the first novel the author has published. Her recently completed novel, Unwitting, is the second novel in the trilogy.

Website:  https://www.devengreene.com

Blog:  https://www.devengreene.com/blog

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/dgreenewriter/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/devengreeneauthor/

Twitter:  @DGreeneauthor

#BadMoonRising Rhymes from the Wicked Nursery by J.D. Estrada #horror #poetry

Today I’m introducing another new author to BMR. The title and cover of his book should come with a warning: May induce the feeling of icy fingers crawling up your spine. He’s seen figures in his peripheral vision, but is trying to shrug it off – despite evidence to the contrary. Welcome J.D. Estrada!

Candy apple or candy corn?

I think this is a quality vs. quantity type of deal. I don’t always indulge in candy apples, but when I do, it’s fantastic. Candy corn just happens more often and I don’t care if it’s wax and sugar, the inner child demands to be fed.

If you watch horror movies, are you the person who yells at the characters, covers your eyes, or falls asleep?

I’m the type to slightly look away and have been known to add a full paragraph of dialogue, often cursing the lack of survival instincts and common sense from some characters. And if the movie gets me good, I’ll probably cuss out the movie while I laugh at the scare.

Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?

I actually have and on more than one video I’ve shot in my office, odd dust orbs appear and have had some odd bits of audio slip in. I play it off…because it’s where I work and let’s be honest, we don’t need an extra reason to fear where we work.

If you decided to write a spinoff of a side character, who would you choose?

The idea for the poem the Children Tooker came from a song by the band Idles. This and several poems from the Rhymes from the Wicked Nursery have spawned ideas for full stories I’ll be including in a horror short story collection to be released in the coming months.

How do you celebrate when you finish writing a book?

I’m always working on something so I celebrate success with more work. I might reward myself with a nice bottle of wine, a good solid and strong beer, or dinner at one of my favorite restaurants.

What are you working on now?

I’m currently working on translating one of my books, a middle-grade short story collection, a Spanish horror short story collection, a novel, and two non-fictions. You know, to stay busy.

Rhymes from the Wicked Nursery is a poetry collection full of verses that will definitely not go gently into the night. So tuck in, keep a night light handy, and read at your own risk.

This is JD Estrada’s 18th release. He really hopes it keeps you up at night while feeling bad at the things that make you giggle.

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Author Bio and Social Media

Although JD Estrada currently resides in Atlanta, GA, home shall always be Puerto Rico. With 18 published works and many more on the way, Estrada likes to explore a variety of genres including urban fantasy, middle-grade, poetry, non-fiction, and horror in both English and Spanish because if variety is the spice of life, then let things be spicy. Beyond books, he is also a Creativity Ambassador with a sock collection that borders on the ludicrous and is the original banana secret agent #00Bananas. If you don’t know what that is, check that hash tag for some silly and say hi as well.

Twitter – www.twitter.com/JDEstradawriter

Instagram – http://instagram.com/jdestradawriter/

Facebook page – www.facebook.com/JDEstradawriter

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/JDEstrada

For Writing Out Loud Blog – www.jdestradawriter.blogspot.com

#BadMoonRising If the Light Escapes by Brenda Marie Smith #thriller #dystopian #postapocalyptic #TuesdayBookBlog

I’m currently reading today’s featured book, and if real life didn’t make demands on me (seriously, why can’t I read all the time?), you’d need a crowbar to pry it from my hands. It’s a sequel that can be read as a standalone, but trust me when I say you won’t want to miss the strong-willed, no-nonsense main character grandmother Bea Crenshaw in the first book. This author combined a few of the questions and created quite a humorous Halloween scenario that I’d love to witness. Welcome Brenda Marie Smith!

Which urban legend scares you most?

The idea of a Chupacabra scares my pants off (which is a scary idea in itself), but I like the Mothman because he’s scary but also tragic and mysterious. Mae Clair has written a fictionalized account of him: The Point Pleasant Series, in which he sometimes goes into a rage and haunts the residents of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, but he also shows compassion and gives aid to certain people who have shown him kindness. Ultimately, he is all alone, the sole member of his species, and I can’t imagine much that would be scarier or more tragic.

Was there a horror movie you refused to watch because the previews were too scary?

I never liked Alien or Aliens because the monster was so SLLIIIIMYYY, but I watched them with my hands over my eyes. I refused to watch The Walking Dead for ten years because zombies are so gross. My son finally convinced me to try one episode, and I was instantly hooked—not on the zombies, but on the excellent human drama, all based on the well-drawn characters in extreme peril.

I’d like to answer all of these questions at once: Candy apple or candy corn? If you watch horror movies, are you the person who yells at the characters, covers your eyes, or falls asleep? Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?

If you were to find me watching a horror movie on Halloween, I’d be sitting near a pile of untouched candy apples, munching candy corn, alternately yelling at characters and covering my eyes, while trying to avoid looking at the floating spot in my eye that looks like a spindly black spider and ignoring the monsters in my peripheral vision. If the caramel is soft and the apples are crisp, I might eat a candy apple anyway. If the caramel is hard, I’ll use it to whack the monsters on the head or poke them in the eye with the apple stick.

If you decided to write a spinoff of a side character, who would you choose?

I did write a spinoff of If Darkness Takes Us, with its standalone sequel, If the Light Escapes. The first book was told from the point of view of grandmother Bea Crenshaw, the second in the voice of her 18-year-old grandson Keno Simms. I chose Keno because he was a standout character in the first book. I was a little worried that, being so young, he wouldn’t be able to carry an adult novel, but he surprised my socks off by spewing out of me so fast that I literally could not type fast enough to keep up with him. I’d like to write a third book in the series from the points of view of both Keno and Bea as well as other characters, perhaps Keno’s younger cousins Milo and Mazie, maybe his mother Erin and/or his uncle Pete.

How do you celebrate when you finish writing a book?

For me, there are different levels of “finishing” a book. Finish the first draft: take a day or two off from writing and marketing. Complete a rewrite: have cocktails and a special dinner with the hubby. Polish off the various publisher edits: hoot and holler with my family and my critique partners. Finally see my book go up for sale: sit there stunned, laughing and crying, refreshing the book buy link hundreds of times per day, tearing myself away to sleep for a week. For my first two novels, I threw a book launch party. For this one, due to COVID, I might have a much smaller gathering then do an online event sometime soon after.

If you could spend the day with another popular author, who would you choose?

I would have chosen Toni Morrison or John LeCarré, but, sadly, these amazing authors are no longer with us, unless I could contact them in a séance. I would love to spend a day with Margaret Atwood and absorb some of her talent and wisdom through osmosis. I would do my best not to turn her off with my pesky questions and be on my best behavior. I admire her so much. I’m sure I would be a nervous wreck but also happy as a clam.

A Standalone Sequel to If Darkness Takes Us

A solar electromagnetic pulse fried the U.S. grid. Now northern lights are in Texas—3,000 miles farther south than where they belong. The universe won’t stop screwing with 18-year-old Keno Simms. All that’s left for him and his broken family is farming their Austin subdivision, trying to eke out a living on poor soil in the scorching heat.

Keno’s one solace is his love for Alma, who has her own secret sorrows. When he gets her pregnant, he vows to keep her alive no matter what. Yet armed marauders and nature itself collude against him, forcing him to make choices that rip at his conscience. IF THE LIGHT ESCAPES is post-apocalyptic science fiction set in a near-future reality, a coming-of-age story told in the voice of a heroic teen who’s forced into manhood too soon.

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Brenda Marie Smith lived off the grid for many years in a farming collective where her sons were delivered by midwives. She’s been a community activist, managed student housing co-ops, produced concerts to raise money for causes, done massive quantities of bookkeeping, and raised a small herd of teenage boys.

Brenda is attracted to stories where everyday characters transcend their limitations to find their inner heroism. She and her husband reside in a grid-connected, solar-powered home in South Austin, Texas. They have more grown kids and grandkids than they can count. 

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#BlogTour The Keeper of the Night by Kylie Lee Baker #bookreview #YA #fantasy #darkfantasy

Death is her destiny.

Half British Reaper, half Japanese Shinigami, Ren Scarborough has been collecting souls in the London streets for centuries. Expected to obey the harsh hierarchy of the Reapers who despise her, Ren conceals her emotions and avoids her tormentors as best she can.

When her failure to control her Shinigami abilities drives Ren out of London, she flees to Japan to seek the acceptance she’s never gotten from her fellow Reapers. Accompanied by her younger brother, the only being on earth to care for her, Ren enters the Japanese underworld to serve the Goddess of Death… only to learn that here, too, she must prove herself worthy. Determined to earn respect, Ren accepts an impossible task—find and eliminate three dangerous Yokai demons—and learns how far she’ll go to claim her place at Death’s side.

With the mention of a Reaper who collects souls and the Japanese underworld, my interest was immediately piqued. I had no idea what I was in for with this book – I totally underestimated it.

As a half British Reaper and half Japanese Shinigami, Ren has never been accepted by her British peers, who bully her on a regular basis. Her own father and stepmother offer the basics of food and shelter – love and concern don’t figure into the equation. Neven, her half brother and also a Reaper, is the only person who cares for her. Your heart immediately goes out to Ren. After losing control of her abilities, she and Neven quickly depart to Japan, where Ren has two goals: one, serve the Goddess of Death as a Shinigami and finally gain acceptance, and two, find her mother.

I’ve always been a fan of morally gray characters, so it was a wicked kind of delight to see Ren gradually cross the boundaries of what she’d previously considered acceptable. The author puts her into situations requiring impossible choices. The relationship between Ren and Neven is an interesting one. Reapers aren’t supposed to be capable of feeling love, but these two are loyal to each other. Neven even chooses to abandon his parents and country to go with Ren so she won’t be alone. Early on it’s clear Ren is thicker-skinned and actually enjoys her job, whereas Neven takes in stray cats and dreads reaping souls. Character development is a strong point.

The Japanese underworld isn’t a place you’d want to vacation. It’s dark (literally) and full of dangerous creatures, so Ren and Neven are fortunate to come across Hiro. He assists in navigating the underworld, and then travels with them to help complete the tasks assigned by the Goddess of Death. Hiro is persona non grata with the goddess and hopes his assistance will get him back into her good graces. I’m not a fan of insta-love, but the spark between Ren and Hiro ignites almost immediately. Then their relationship goes to places I never saw coming and becomes a key plot point.

If you’re a fan of dark fantasy, morally gray characters, and Japanese folklore, jump on this one. After that jaw-dropping cliffhanger, I’ll be one of the first in line for the sequel.

I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.

About the Author

Kylie Lee Baker grew up in Boston and has since lived in Atlanta, Salamanca, and Seoul. Her writing is informed by her heritage (Japanese, Chinese, and Irish), as well as her experiences living abroad as both a student and teacher. She has a B.A. in Creative Writing and Spanish from Emory University and is currently pursuing a Master of Library and Information Science degree at Simmons University. In her free time, she watches horror movies, plays the cello, and bakes too many cookies. The Keeper of Night is her debut novel.


Excerpt – Chapter Two

At the far edge of London, somewhere between nightmares and formless dreams, the Reapers slept by daylight.

The only way to enter our home was through the catacombs of the Highgate Cemetery, through a door that no longer existed. It had been built there long ago, when the Britons first came to our land and Ankou carved a hole in their world so that Death could enter. But humans had sealed it shut with layers of wood, then stone, then brick and mortar, all in the hopes of keeping Death out.

By the nineteenth century, humans had mostly forgotten about the Door and what it meant. Then, when the London churchyards began to overflow with bones, the humans had searched for a place just outside of London to bury their dead. By chance or fate, they’d built their new cemetery right on top of the Door. It turned out that Death drew all of us close, even if we weren’t aware of it.

No streetlights lit the path through Highgate at night, but I didn’t need them to find my way home. Before I’d even passed through the main gate, Death pulled me closer. All Reapers were drawn to him, our bones magnetized to the place of our forefather. As soon as I entered the cemetery, a humming began just under my skin, like a train’s engine beginning to whir. My blood flushed faster through my veins as I brushed aside the branches of winter-barren lime trees and low-hanging elms. My boots crunched shattering steps into the frosted pathways as I ran.

I stumbled through jagged rows of ice-cracked tombstones on uneven ground and through a village of mausoleums, finally reaching the gothic arched doorway of the catacomb entrance. The pull had grown unbearable, dragging me along in a dizzy trance as I descended the stairs into the cool quietness of damp bricks and darkness. The labyrinth would have been unnavigable if not for the fervent pull.

At last, my hands came out to touch the wall where the Door used to be, but now there were only damp bricks and an inscription on the arch overhead that read When Ankou comes, he will not go away empty in rigid script. I dug one hand into my pocket and clutched my clock, pressed my other hand to the bricks, then closed my eyes and turned time all the way back to the beginning.

Time flowed through the silver-and-gold gears, up into my bloodstream and through my fingertips, dispersing into the brick wall. Centuries crumbled away, the mortar growing wet and bricks falling loose. One by one, they leaped out of their positions in the wall and aligned themselves in dry stacks on the ground, waiting once again for construction. Objects were easy to manipulate with time, for I could draw from their own intrinsic energy rather than siphoning off my own. Rather than paying in years of my own life, I could borrow years before the bricks crumbled and quickly repay the debt when I put them back.

I stepped through the doorway and the pull released me all at once. I breathed in a deep gasp of the wet night air, then turned around and sealed the door behind me. The bricks jumped back to their positions in the wall, caked together by layers of mortar that dried instantly, the time debt repaid.

The catacombs beyond the threshold spanned infinitely forward, appropriated as resting places for Reapers rather than corpses. Mounted lanterns cast a faint light onto the dirt floors and gray bricks. It was almost Last Toll, so only the last Reapers returning from the night shift still milled around, their silver capes catching the dim light of the tunnels, but most had retreated to their private quarters for the morning.

I turned right and hurried down the block. The low ceilings gave way to high-arched doorways and finally opened up to a hall of echoing marble floors and rows of dark wood desks. Luckily, there was no line for Collections this close to Last Toll.

I hurried to the first Collector and all but slammed my vials into the tray, jolting him awake in his seat. He was a younger Reaper and seemed perplexed at having been awoken so unceremoniously. When his gaze landed on me, he frowned and sat up straight.

“Ren Scarborough,” I said, pushing the tray closer to him.

“I know who you are,” he said, picking up my first vial and uncapping it with deliberate slowness. Of course, everyone knew who I was.

He took a wholly unnecessary sniff of the vial before holding it up to the light to examine the color, checking its authenticity. The Collectors recorded every night’s soul intake before sending the vials off to Processing, where they finally released the souls into Beyond. He picked up a pen from his glass jar of roughly thirty identical pens, tapped it against the desk a few times, then withdrew a leather-bound ledger from a drawer. He dropped it in front of him, opened the creaky cover, and began flipping through the pages, one by one, until he reached a fresh one.

I resisted the urge to slam my face against the desk in impatience.

I really didn’t have time to waste, but Collections was a necessary step. I didn’t consider myself benevolent in times of crisis, but even I was above leaving souls to expire in glass tubes instead of releasing them to their final resting place, wherever that was. And besides, a blank space next to my name in the Collections ledger meant a Collector would pay a visit to my private quarters to reprimand me. The last thing I needed was someone realizing that I’d left before Ivy could even report me.

But when the Collector uncorked my fourth vial and held it up to the lamp, swirling it in the light for ten excruciating seconds, I began to wonder if I’d made the right decision.

The bells of Last Toll reverberated through the bricks all around us, humming through the marble floors. In this hazy hour between night and day, the church grims came out in search of Reaper bones to gnaw on. Night collections had to be turned in by then, while day collections had to be processed by the First Toll at dusk.

The Collector sighed as he picked up my fifth vial. “I’m afraid I’ll have to mark your collections as late.”

My jaw clenched. “Why.”

“It’s past Last Toll, of course,” he said.

My fingers twitched. The lamp on the Collector’s desk flickered with my impatience, but I took a steadying breath.

“I was here before Last Toll,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.

“According to my ledger, your collections still have not been processed,” he said, spinning my fifth vial in his left hand.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Of course, I knew what he was doing. Chastising a “latecomer” would earn praise from higher management. It was the easiest way for him to climb the ranks—to exert his power over the half-breed. He would be praised for his steadfastness and gain a reputation as a strict and immovable Collector, while I could do nothing to complain. I could explode his lamp and send glass shards into his eyes, but that wouldn’t make him process my vials any faster. The fastest way to get out of there was subservience.

“Forgive me, Reaper,” I said, bowing my head and dropping my shoulders. I let my voice sound timid and afraid. “I apologize for being late.”

The Collector blinked at me for a moment, as if surprised that I’d given in so quickly. But he looked young and power-hungry and not particularly perceptive, so I wasn’t too afraid that he’d see through my tactic. As expected, he sneered as if I truly had offended him, finally beginning to process the fifth vial.

“It’s a great inconvenience to both Collections and Processing,” he said, “though I wouldn’t expect a half-breed to understand the workings of the educated Reapers.”

The only believable response to his goading was humiliated silence, so I hung my head even further and tried to make myself as small and pathetic as possible. It wasn’t hard, because the memory of the night’s events was still wringing my heart out like a wet rag and my skin prickled with nerves so fiercely that I wanted to claw it all off and escape before Ivy could find me, yet here I was, brought to my knees before a glorified teller. I imagined being a High Reaper, being able to reach over and smash his face into his blotter and shatter his owlish glasses into his eyes for delaying and insulting me.

His lamp flickered more violently and he paused to smack it before finally finishing with my last vial. He placed all seven in a tray and pressed a button that started the conveyor belt, sending the souls down to Processing. The moment he put a black check next to my name in the ledger, I stood up straight and turned to leave.

His hand twisted into my sleeve, yanking me back.

I shot him a look that could have melted glass, but he only pulled me closer.

“There’s the matter of your sanction,” he said.

“My sanction,” I said, glancing around the office to see how many people would notice if I simply twisted the Collector’s neck. Too many.

“For your tardiness, of course,” he said, smirking sourly. From his position stretched across the desk, the lamplight caught in his glasses and turned them into two beaming white moons.

The standard punishment for failing to make curfew was a night on the pillory, hands and feet nailed to the wood and head locked in a hole that was just slightly too tight, letting you breathe but not speak. The other Reapers could pull your hair or pour mead over your head or call you a thousand names when you couldn’t talk back. But the worst part wasn’t the nails or the insults. It was the Reapers who did nothing but look at you and sneer like you were nothing but an ugly piece of wall art, like they were so perfect that they couldn’t fathom being in your place. And far worse than that was my own father and stepmother walking past me and pretending not to see.

“Come back at First Toll,” the Collector said. “We’ll find a nice place to hang you up by the Door.”

It took every ounce of restraint I had left to keep my expression calm. This was the part where I was supposed to say, Yes, Reaper, and bow, but he was lucky that I hadn’t smashed his glasses into his face with my fist.

As if he could smell my defiance, he pulled me closer. His glasses fell out of the lamplight, revealing a deep frown.

“Scrub that look from your face,” he said. “Remember that I’ll handle your collections in the future.”

The future, I thought.

Luckily, I didn’t have a future.

The light bulb flashed with a sudden surge of power, then burst. Glass shards rained down over the desk, forcing the man to release me as hot glass scored his hands. Some of his paperwork caught fire, and he frantically patted out the flames with hands full of shards.

“Yes, Reaper,” I said, bowing deeply so he wouldn’t see my smirk as he sputtered about “bloody light bulbs, I knew we should have kept the gas lamps.”

Then I turned and rushed off to the West Catacombs.

Excerpted from The Keeper of Night by Kylie Lee Baker, Copyright © 2021 by Kylie Lee Baker. Published by Inkyard Press. 

#BadMoonRising A Ghost and His Gold by Roberta Eaton Cheadle #supernatural #paranormal #ghosts

Poetry, children’s books, young adult, cookbooks, adult – today’s author writes in all of these genres. She also works in a demanding profession, is raising a family, and maintains several blogs. Makes you wonder if she ever sleeps. She learned about tarot cards from a fellow blogger (bet I know who) and incorporated them into her featured novel. Welcome Robbie Cheadle!

Have you ever had a tarot card reading?

I have never had a tarot card reading. I don’t know where you would go to get one here in South Africa. I learned about tarot cards through a series of posts by a fellow blogger and found them fascinating. They interested me so much that I researched the meanings of all the different tarot cards and wove them into my book, A Ghost and His Gold.

My main character, Michelle’s, best friend reads tarot cards and I have a few scenes with readings. I also closed out the tarot card readings as part of the conclusion of the story.

Here is a short extract:

“Alice turns over the card on the left. It’s the Moon. Paling slightly, she draws in a deep breath.

“The Moon in the past position, as it relates to romance, could mean that you have an inaccurate perception of your partner. It is possible that your partner has not been completely honest with you and has hidden secrets.”

Michelle grimaces, “That is rather concerning, especially considering the poltergeist, or whatever she is, said he was a lying cheat and that I was a traitor to my sex for marrying him. What can it all mean?”

“I’m not sure, Michelle, but it may not mean what you think it does. Let’s consider the next card and what it tells us about your relationship?”

Alice flips over the middle card and reveals the Ten of Swords.

Starting visibly, Michelle sucks in air through gritted teeth. “That’s not a good card in the context of a relationship,” she hisses.”

Would you rather dunk for apples or carve a Jack o’ lantern?

I have never dunked for apples but have read about it. I have actually assisted my dad with carving a Jack o’ lantern. Halloween is not celebrated much here in South Africa although in the past 10 years, a few people have parties on 31 October. I have always enjoyed the idea of Halloween and loved horror stories from a young age.

A few years ago, our local grocery store got carving pumpkins and we bought few to make Jack o’ Lanterns. They came out well, but sadly, I forgot to take a picture.

As you can see from this picture, our local pumpkins aren’t suitable for carving due to their thin skins and flat shape. When I was a girl, I used to wonder how on earth anyone managed to carve a pumpkin, I didn’t know there were different types of pumpkins.

Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?

I have seen figures in my peripheral vision, but sadly they are not ever ghosts or spirits, but usually my cat who likes to slink up behind me.

My character, Michelle, on the other hand, does see otherworldly shadows in her peripheral vision. This is evidenced in the following short extract:

“She inspected the board and, after removing the plastic covering, the planchette. There were no instructions on how it should be used. “I must look up how it works,” she murmured to herself.

A shadow shifted on the far wall of her office and an unexpected cold draft made her shiver. Glimpsing a subtle movement out of the corner of her eye, she swung around quickly, but saw nothing at all. There was no shadow on the wall.

Michelle picked up the Ouija board and planchette and placed them next to her laptop. As soon as I finish my work, I’ll do some research on these and how they work.”

Would you and your main character get along?

My main character, Michelle, shares similar characteristics to me in many ways. She is a chartered accountant [just like me] who has elected to leave full time employment and run her own small accounting business so that she can develop her career as a writer [I haven’t done exactly this but I do work reduced hours – in theory anyway]. Michelle’s husband is a chartered accountant [just like mine], but unlike my husband, Tom is the personification of everything I dislike in select individuals in the profession who participate in excessive drinking and extra marital affairs and who become the target of office gossip and speculation.

I think that Michelle is probably nicer and softer than I am. I don’t know if I would be able to forgive my partner misleading me and telling outright lies. I think, when I created Michelle, I made her a better version of me.

If you decided to write a spinoff of a side character, who would you choose?

Hmmmm! For me this question should be could you write a spinoff of a side character. I am not sure I could for the simple reason that, for me, when a book is finished and I sign off for the publisher to go ahead, all the characters disappear out of my head. So far, none of them have returned to tickle my writing fancy again. I only have three novels though so there is still time for it to happen. Somehow, I don’t think it will though. I am not a person who ever looks back or who is good at staying in contact with colleagues and acquaintances from the past. It is always about the future and something new and exciting for me. I’m even like this with baking, never creating the exact same cake or dish twice.

What are you working on now?

That is an interesting question, Teri. I seem to be having a bit of trouble settling on one idea at the moment, so I am working on five books at the same time. I like to write sections in my books from the perspective of different characters and so I am finishing a piece by a character or a chapter, as relevant, and then moving to another WIP.

The one I am currently progressing is called The Soldier and the Radium Girl and is a historical paranormal book about the First World War. I am writing from the American perspective which is quite interesting for me. I have to make sure I don’t slip into language like bloody which is not a term an American would use. I have an American Beta reader who is checking this for me. I am currently at 15,000 words with this story.

I am also working on the first book in a series about climate change and the fourth industrial revolution. This is a sci fi book, but it is heavily entrenched in reality and real future predictions for mankind. I am doing a lot of research for this book too, as I need to get the details of genetic engineering, climate change, pollution, and the future of the pandemic correct and then extrapolate these predictions forward. The writing and research for this book are quite intense which is why I need to take breaks from it. This book is approximately 45,000 words to date.

I am working on the sequel to While the Bombs Fell, a historical novel for teenagers about my mother’s life growing up in a small British town during WWII. I have progressed this document to about 15,000 words.

I am also writing a biography of my own childhood growing up in South Africa in the 80’s. It is stilled along the lines of My Naughty Little Sister by Dorothy Edwards and is called The Girl Who Loved Dolls. This one is approximately 10,000 words to date.

Finally, I am working on a new Sir Chocolate book called Chocolate Fudge saves the sugar dog story and cookbook which is due out before Christmas. All the artwork is finished and I am just finalizing the recipes before it goes to my publisher.

After Tom and Michelle Cleveland move into their recently built, modern townhouse, their housewarming party is disrupted when a drunken game with an Ouija board goes wrong and summonses a sinister poltergeist, Estelle, who died in 1904.

Estelle makes her presence known in a series of terrifying events, culminating in her attacking Tom in his sleep with a knife. But, Estelle isn’t alone. Who are the shadows lurking in the background – one in an old-fashioned slouch hat and the other, a soldier, carrying a rifle? 

After discovering their house has been built on the site of one of the original farms in Irene, Michelle becomes convinced that the answer to her horrifying visions lies in the past. She must unravel the stories of the three phantoms’ lives, and the circumstances surrounding their untimely deaths during the Second Anglo Boer War, in order to understand how they are tied together and why they are trapped in the world of ghosts between life and death. As the reasons behind Estelle’s malevolent behaviour towards Tom unfold, Michelle’s marriage comes under severe pressure and both their lives are threatened.

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Roberta Eaton Cheadle author biography

Roberta Eaton Cheadle is a South African writer and poet specialising in historical, paranormal, and horror novels and short stories. She is an avid reader in these genres and her writing has been influenced by famous authors including Bram Stoker, Edgar Allan Poe, Amor Towles, Stephen Crane, Enrich Maria Remarque, George Orwell, Stephen King, and Colleen McCullough.

 Roberta has short stories and poems in several anthologies and has 2 published novels, Through the Nethergate, a historical supernatural fantasy, and A Ghost and His Gold, a historical paranormal novel set in South Africa.

Roberta has 9 children’s books published under the name Robbie Cheadle.

Roberta was educated at the University of South Africa where she achieved a Bachelor of Accounting Science in 1996 and a Honours Bachelor of Accounting Science in 1997. She was admitted as a member of The South African Institute of Chartered Accountants in 2000. Roberta has worked in corporate finance from 2001 until the present date and has written 7 publications relating to investing in Africa. She has won several awards over her 20-year career in the category of Transactional Support Services.

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