COVER REVEAL: Unspoken by Celia McMahon


The Voiceless have been stripped of their land, poisoned, and forced into war with kings for decades. It is said that they made a pact with demons of the seven hells and can change into giant, ferocious wolves.

And seventeen-year-old Princess Isabelle is in love with one.

She’s gone against all the rules and now finds herself encased in a world filled with danger. She discovers that, despite going against everything her parents wished for her, her destiny doesn’t lie on a throne beside a foreign prince, but with a servant boy named Fray who harbors a chilling secret.

Her feelings for Fray transcends every lie she’s been told about the Old Kingdom beyond the Archway. But there’s a war going on and Izzy must choose a side . . . human or wolf…or doom herself forever. 


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I’m Celia McMahon. I write books about princesses, magic and pretty wolf boys.

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Book #32: The Queen’s Executioner by Christopher Mitchell

Would you kill for your sister?

High Mage Shella has a choice to make.

When her sister decides she wants to be Queen at any cost, should she help her?

Or stop her?

Feeling restless in the claustrophobic and over-crowded metropolis of her birth, Shella is drawn to the power of her sister’s voice as she assembles thousands of their people, calling upon them to gather their possessions and follow her in a Great Migration.

Her sister plans to lead them over the border into the Rahain Republic, whose unconquered army has just returned from victorious campaigns abroad. There, she intends to settle and crown herself Queen.

Shella’s mage powers have only ever been used for the good of her homeland. Now, in the service of her sister, is she prepared to use their darker side?

For Shella knows that if she cannot control her powers…
…they will consume all that she loves.

I received a copy from the author for an honest review. Below is my opinion and mine alone. There was no compensation for this review.

Hmmm… I really wanted to like this book. I like fantasy. I like politics in fantasy. And I love a unique magic system. However, The Queen’s Executioner fell short for me.

The writing isn’t bad. Let me get that straight. The author can write and he definitely has an interesting story idea. But, the writing is what I would consider the first draft. Not really a full length and polished work. There is a reason for that statement.

I understand that with fantasy, you need to have exposition and sometimes there is a very fine line between world building and info dumping. I don’t like info-dumping and Mitchell does a good job at not doing that. However, the world isn’t well built either. You don’t see descriptions about characters until well after their chapters. You don’t find out about the people being descended from different animal species until a minor character gives another one a history lesson.

I had no clue what the characters looked like, how they acted, or even what anything looked like. There were bright moments where the narrative did have great descriptions. But, I was left confused and upset when dialogue, later on, explained something previously. It left the story lacking a way for me to connect.

The shiny bright moments had attention to detail, some world building, and body language. But it didn’t make up for the rest. It is a decent enough beginning, but I feel Mitchell could do better. The bare bones of an interesting story is there and I see it, I’m just not invested in the rest of the story at the moment.

Final Rating: 2/5

Book #31: Fallen by Lauren Kate

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?

17-year-old Lucinda falls in love with a gorgeous, intelligent boy, Daniel, at her new school, the grim, foreboding Sword & Cross . . . only to find out that Daniel is a fallen angel, and that they have spent lifetimes finding and losing one another as good & evil forces plot to keep them apart. 

Get ready to fall . . .

I read Fallen with a friend for a buddy read. Apparently, this is the year of buddy reads. That said, I honestly think it could have been better.

I feel that this book wasn’t as good as it could have been. The story itself is slow and the writing is pretty simple. Not in a bad way, but… just not engaging. I did like the setting and some aspects of the story but, again, it didn’t engage me.

I can see where people like to compare this to Twilight and though it is about angels, I found myself doing the same. Unfortunately, Twilight was better for me. That said, I am going to eventually continue with the series. I hope that this is just a case where book one is just not as good as the rest.

I can’t really go into detail with what I liked or disliked because they are spoilers. That said, I’m planning on buddy reading the rest of the series with that friend.

Final Rating: 3/5

What the Future Holds

Last Friday I talked a bit about my own personal fears and worries. Well, today I’m going to talk about one that has been on my mind and is coming ever so closely. In fact, it will be happening in about two more months. And it terrifies me.

To start, I’m going to have to give you some back story. I’m not sure how long any of you have been reading this blog, but in the beginning, it was more of a daily rant blog than the reviews you see now. There’s a reason for that. I was going through a rough emotional time. I was either pregnant or going through post partum. I was unemployed, choosing to be a stay-at-home mom instead of working.

The thing is, I’m still fairly new to the employment scene. I’ve only worked about four different jobs. My first two were as a bookseller for Borders/Waldenbooks. My third was as an office associate. I was able to work for almost three years and even worked right up to my water breaking. It broke after my nap before I usually left for work.

I am currently on my fourth employment where I am a caregiver for my wheelchair bound younger brother, J. If you follow me on Instagram, you would have seen pictures of him. He’s awesome and my mom is amazing for asking me to do this. Actually, I’m inclined to believe she saw how much I was struggling. And I was.

For three years, I was having a mental and emotional roller coaster of postpartum, first mom worries, marital worries, self-doubt, and all of my normal depression and anxiety. I was a mess. I admit that. My husband knows. And as a family, with everyone on my side, we have ironed out a lot of what was going on. The big thing was, the moment Bug was able to move around on his own, mom asked me to help with J.

That was three years… maybe four years ago. It was a godsend for me mentally and emotionally because I wasn’t alone in the house with a little toddler. I was doing something, but I could still have Bug with me for the whole time. Once he started school, it was even better for me.

But now… well now mom has orders to move. She’s moving to her forever home. It’s a place that was a sanctuary for me, even though I had breathing problems there. What this means for me is that I’ll be without a job.

Well, not completely, I am writing. But, writing can only get you so far if you aren’t consistent and have quite a few under your belt. I consider myself lucky that I’ve gotten as much done with my writing as I have so far and I hope that it will grow, but I’m scared.

There, I said it. I’m scared that I will go back to that dark place. I’m scared that my current successes won’t be enough to keep me going. And most of all, I’m scared that they will die out and I will too.

It’s a lot to take in and I’m currently trying to figure out what I’m going to do alongside my writing. Which of course brings on another slew of worries, but that’s just me being scared that I’m not marketable enough to work.

So far, I’m thinking of freelancing as a proofreader or writer. I have a degree in Writing and it would make sense that I could do it for a job. I’m also thinking about library work. Hell, I even thought I could become a Hooters waitress because I’m spunky, like attention, and you can imagine all the interesting stories I could overhear.

What was the point of this blog post? 

To show that I am human. That we all are. We all have worries and we are all wondering about our financial future. It shouldn’t stop you from doing what you love, but it is okay to do what you love alongside working or perhaps finding a job that works with your passion. I’m also trying to air out my worries and help me feel better. After all, blogs are just like diaries. It’s just more out in the open.

Anyways, thank you for reading this. Hopefully I have a more interesting story or anecdote to follow in the future.

Book #30: Pretty Bones by Erin Lee

From the USA Today Bestselling author of The Ghosts who Raised Me comes the contemporary coming of age duet about growing up in a funeral home beginning with Pretty Bones. It’s complicated. Marlow has always been fascinated with bones. To her, they’re no big thing and everything. Bones are things that everybody has – even the dead. Yet, they’re responsible for most of her problems.The daughter of a mortician, Marlow has spent enough time with the cold bodies in the funeral home to be comfortable with the dead. In fact, the stiffs in the viewing room downstairs are some of her awkwardly-mute best friends. She certainly doesn’t have many of those at school. Not with her condition.But things are about to change.Tired of the daily scene at Kennedy High School, Marlow looks forward to her next bone density test where she’ll finally get answers about her condition. There, she hopes to learn more about idiopathic juvenile osteoporosis and the strand of it she has. With the right answers, she just knows the dead can help her. They have to. It’s not like they can object.It’s simple. Marlow has a plan.What happens when the living and the dead collide?Will the pretty bones be enough to change a life?

Pretty Bones is a novella that follows the life of a young woman named Marlow as she questions her meaning in life, whether or not she can truly live, and her rare bone disease.

On the surface, I wasn’t expecting to be so emotionally impacted by Pretty Bones. In fact, for the story itself, I’m not. It’s the other content next to Marlow’s own questions and life that had me thinking. I actually had to put the book down for a few days, maybe only reading a few pages at a time. It’s because I was having panic attacks.

To clarify, I understand that it is irrational and that having panic attacks over cold hard facts is almost too silly to comprehend. I recognize it. However, it doesn’t change the fact that it happens. If anything, it only proved to me more that the aspect of dying . . . no, I mean the end result of death, scares me.

Pretty Bones is written in a way where you get the facts behind a funeral home. At first glance, this can seem to push out the main part of the story, but when thinking how much the funeral world is so closely ingrained in Marlow, it begins to make sense. That said, it is the facts that had me.

I could go into depth about my own personal issues and I probably will in a regular blog post, but not for the review. To see my own fears and life, just check out the blog.

Anyways, as I mentioned before, the book is written with the bulk of the facts about the funeral business with small vignettes of Marlow’s day to day life. I personally didn’t have a problem with having that information in the narrative and in fact, it didn’t bother me when I could set aside my emotional brain. That said, there were parts in the book itself I wish happened more.

There is a person mentioned in the book. She’s dead, but her manner of death is mentioned. I realize that we don’t always get an answer and I have a feeling that is what Lee’s intention was, it just bums me out that we don’t get that resolution behind her death. There is also a moment where Marlow is invited to go to a teen safe space with a classmate. I would have liked to have seen that.

I think, I would have liked to see Marlow’s life more. That said, I recognize what was being done here. Erin Lee was trying to show how a “life” can take control of a person’s “living”. We all end up in the same place, but not everyone can say they truly lived. And I think that is what Erin Lee is getting at with Marlow’s story.

She is telling us that we need to stop worrying about death. Stop worrying about our day to day life and responsibilities. Instead, we need to find little adventures in our life and actually live. So, yeah, when you really sit down and think about it, the story means something more than just hard cold facts.

Unless I’m reading too much into it. But, I like my thoughts on it.

All in all, I would read more of Erin Lee’s work.

Final Rating: 3/5

Book #29: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

The compelling story of two outsiders striving to find their place in an unforgiving world. Drifters in search of work, George and his simple-minded friend Lennie have nothing in the world except each other and a dream–a dream that one day they will have some land of their own. Eventually they find work on a ranch in California’s Salinas Valley, but their hopes are doomed as Lennie, struggling against extreme cruelty, misunderstanding and feelings of jealousy, becomes a victim of his own strength. Tackling universal themes such as the friendship of a shared vision, and giving voice to America’s lonely and dispossessed, Of Mice and Men has proved one of Steinbeck’s most popular works, achieving success as a novel, a Broadway play and three acclaimed films.

I actually read this book back in high school and loved it then. It is a quick read set during The Great Depression. It is one of those books that just stays with you. So, when a friend suggested I buddy read with them, I thought why not. I don’t often reread books, but I was intrigued to see if it would call to me like it did in high school.

It did a bit more than that.

I used to love Lenny and really dislike George. I found him mean and unable to really comprehend his motivations or feelings about the more mentally challenged man, Lenny. Though I grew to quasi-like George the first time I read it, I was able to understand him better now.

I take care of my younger disabled brother for a living. I would do it even without the pay. That said, he does get on my nerves sometimes. In the past, I don’t think I was ever really in a position in my life where I would get mean just to push out my frustration. Not to him. The others, I’m sure I have.

That said, today it’s a little different. I am quick to realize my mistake and we make up whenever there is a frustrating moment like that. I’m not proud of those moments, but they make me realize just how human we all are and really, in a way it strengthens our sibling bond because he is my brother and I treat him that way.

Though George and Lenny aren’t related and aren’t in the same situation, I have grown to relate to George better this time around. The story itself is even more heartbreaking though. Because now that I see myself in George, I am seeing myself in that situation.

I don’t think I could do what he did even though I understand it. I can’t fathom it.

The book itself hasn’t grown in rating from this second read through, but my respect for it has. Of Mice and Men is a book worth teaching and rereading.

Final Rating: 4/5

BLOG TOUR: Cursing by Lynne Murray

Faust Series Book 1
Lynne Murray
Urban Fantasy 
day she killed her boss…
never laid a hand on him to take his life. She didn’t have to.
her boss lies on the floor with a dozen witnesses staring and
paramedics working in a futile effort to save him, a mysterious
stranger approaches Angie with a bizarre offer.
a job with the ExtraTerrestrial Protection Agency, a secret
organization. Can Angie trust a group whose very existence is ultra
has to decide in a hurry because her newly released power starts
drawing attention from life-draining, telepathic, Mindworms and alien
scientists obsessed with abducting humans. Most terrifying of all,
she’s stalked by one of the most fearsome predators in the
you loved Men in Black or Ilona Andrews’ Innkeeper Chronicles
series, buckle up for a wild ride with Angie Faust in Cursing. Get it

Chapter 1


Things changed the day I killed my boss. I was trying so hard not to.

He died quickly from cardiac arrest in front of a dozen witnesses in the glassed-in fishbowl of a conference room at Wolfe, Savage and Steele, the law firm where we worked. I never touched him physically. I didn’t have to. His name was Carroll Caine.

The Office Manager’s death interrupted an extended yelling session aimed at me. Caine was a short, square-built man with small bulging, blue eyes, a permanently red face and silver hair, cut brush short. For some reason, he had singled me out for verbal abuse almost from his first day on the job. He retired from the Navy as a Warrant Officer. Law firms like to hire former non-coms on the theory that they work well with a formal chain of command. But for Caine, taking orders from civilian lawyers he didn’t respect chafed him like a sandpaper jockstrap.

He took it out on his subordinates. I was a favorite target.

Understanding why Caine attacked me so often didn’t protect me when he did.

My other co-workers looked away in embarrassment or relief that, at least for the moment, Caine wasn’t singling them out. Not Francine, the woman sitting next to me in the conference room. She was petite, blonde and eager to score points with Caine by digging up the slightest hint of an error on my part.

Caine picked a bad day to stand over me and settle in for an extended rant. My Aunt Bess had simply disappeared six months earlier and without her, I had no one. The pain of her loss had retreated to a dull ache most days, but sometimes it flared up into a sharp pain of grief and confusion.

I focused all my attention on breathing slowly and letting his word roll over me.

I huddled in my chair, trying to make myself invisible, staring down at the pad of paper in front of me, a pencil gripped in my hand.

Caine paused for breath as if savoring looking down at me. He leaned in close. “You’d already be out of here if I didn’t suspect you might have a hidden disability and you’d sue all our asses. Is that it, Angie?”

“Look at me!”

I slowly looked up and met his eyes. Bad idea. The urge to let loose the anger that built in every cell of my body. I blinked when a cloud of black dots like a swarm of tiny insects filled my vision, swirling between Caine and Francine. I glanced around. Most people stared at the table or Caine. No one else gave any sign of seeing the whirling dots.

Great Angie, you’re hallucinating, just what I need.

“Keeping something up your sleeve, Angie? Maybe you lied on your employment application?” His spit landed on my face. Droplets hit my glasses. I wanted to wipe them off, but I didn’t move a muscle.

I could smell Caine’s rage under the Bay Rum aftershave and lingering cigar smoke on his breath.

Something inside me settled. Everything seemed sharper, clearer and despite the black cloud of dots passing between Francine and Caine. It couldn’t be real. A voice somewhere in the mists of early life echoed in my head.

Stop the heart.

Deadly calm washed over me. I felt myself starting to shake as if there was an earthquake. There was not. Yet an inner vibration shook me physically like the roars I heard when my aunt took me to the Lion House at the San Francisco Zoo at feeding time.

I focused on Caine. Not on his face, on his chest. Every sound in the room fell away. I found his heart. I raised my hand to point at him, still holding the pencil.

He straightened up. A slow smile on his face told me he was hoping he had made me mad enough to do something stupid. He had.

“Ya gonna hit me, Angie?” he asked.

“No.” I couldn’t remember ever feeling so calm.


I snapped my arm a few inches back as if I meant to throw the pencil at him. Caine instinctively rocked back on his heels, but there was no escape for him. Energy tore through me. My fingers tingled as I completed the short gesture toward his chest. I sensed the familiar but unknown force piercing him like a tool. It reached for his heart and grabbed it. And squeezed.

The pencil broke in half. The eraser end bounced off the table and fell on the rug. I lowered my arm, feeling his heart, frozen in a spasm as if my hand really was squeezing it. The inner shaking stopped and I took a deep breath, suddenly, oddly at peace.

Caine’s knees gave way and he crumpled to the floor. He twitched a few times. I don’t know how, but I could feel his life leave his body. He wasn’t coming back.

I stood up and backed away as two co-workers rushed past me to attempt CPR. They knelt beside him, but I knew they wouldn’t be able to revive him. I jammed my hands into my pockets and finally let go of the top half of the pencil. I kept my head down because I couldn’t help myself from smiling. The roaring inside me was gone. The swarm of black particles was gone too.

I took my hands out of my pockets and saw a couple of wood slivers had pierced my skin. I was bleeding. It didn’t even hurt. I didn’t feel anything but relief at the sudden quiet when Caine shut up.

Then the fear hit.

Everything I learned growing up told me I should go home, grab my getaway pack and leave town. It would be hard to run without my aunt organizing our escape.

I didn’t want to move again. I loved San Francisco. The rent-controlled apartment was my true refuge with my grandfather’s books lining almost every wall.

Maybe I wouldn’t have to run. Maybe no one noticed how Caine had died. People drew back to the edges of the room while efforts to revive him got more frantic. No one paid the slightest bit of attention to me. It wasn’t as if I’d physically touched the old man. Maybe no one would blame me.

Scratch that.

As I surreptitiously dabbed Caine’s saliva off my face and glasses with the cuff of my long-sleeved blouse, I raised my head and looked straight into the eyes of the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He twirled a pair of sunglasses in his hand and continued to stare right at me.

He had a tousled mop of sun-streaked light brown hair. He wore a tan suit about the same shade as his hair and a light blue shirt and gold and darker blue striped tie. His angelic face, even features and sensual lips seemed familiar. Maybe I’d seen him in one of those semi-porn underwear ads—the kind where you don’t look closely at the model’s face because you’re too busy checking out that impossibly lithe and muscular body. He leaned against the receptionist’s desk as if he owned it, as if he owned any place he stood simply by standing there.

He stowed his glasses in his jacket pocket and raised a blond eyebrow at me as if asking a question with luminous blue eyes.

The receptionist, a sixty-something retired airline stewardess with a British accent, had already called 911. Now she leaned over her counter at the perfect angle to check out Underwear Model Man’s ass at the same time that she watched the drama around our co-workers struggling to revive Caine.

Underwear Model Man held my gaze and nodded at me. I flinched in surprise. He didn’t quite smile, but his eyes crinkled as if we had a secret understanding. A deep feeling of dread settled like lead in my gut. This couldn’t be good.

I made it past the reception desk and nearly to the elevator when Underwear Model Man fell into step beside me. He was taller than me. I’m five ten, he must have been around six feet.

“Meet me for coffee after work,” he whispered, leaning close. He smelled of Irish Spring soap. “There’s someone you need to talk to. Someone you have a lot in common with. You won’t regret it.”

I kept moving without answering. Every woman in the place stared at this guy. He was that magnetic. The last thing I wanted at this particular moment was anyone paying attention to me.

But the stranger followed me and held the elevator door while I got in. “Seriously, you owe it to yourself to listen to an offer that would get you out of this…place.” He didn’t have to say “This hellhole,” it was implicit in his tone. I couldn’t disagree with him. The only thing I liked about Wolfe, Savage and Steele was the paycheck.

“An offer I can’t refuse, huh?” I snapped at him. “That turned out so well for the guy who found the horse’s head in his bed.”

The man chuckled. “No dead horses, I promise. But your skills deserve better.”

“You know nothing about my skills,” I kept my voice low.

“Don’t I?”

Francine and three other women slipped past Underwear Model Man into the elevator with me. They all stared at and me, then back at him again.

He let go of the door and it closed before I could say another word.

An older woman whose name I didn’t know commented on how fine that young man was. Then the elevator bell dinged for our floor and we all filed out in silence. No one mentioned Caine.


Underwear Model Man was leaning against the building waiting for me when I went out the front door. He’d taken off his tie and it was hard not to look at the tanned skin and a curl of golden chest hair showing where the top button of his shirt was open.

“Hi, I’m Chad Falconer.”

At least I didn’t have to keep calling him Underwear Model Man. Automatically, I responded, “Angie Faust.” I instantly regretted that. Now he knew my name.

I needed to get away fast. Men like him don’t follow women like me home from work without some agenda. Whatever his reason it didn’t involve flowers, dinner dates and happy endings. Maybe he sensed how desperately I missed my aunt. Predators can read body language and track wounded animals.

“Whatever it is you’re selling, I can’t afford it.”

He grinned as if I’d said something terribly witty. “Fair enough,” he said, falling into an easy pace beside me. Chad persisted, walking closer and tilting his head down to get my attention.

“Whoever you are and whatever you want, I don’t trust you,” I said.

“The only reason you should listen to me at all is that you and I seem to be the only two people who understood what was going on this morning.”

I stopped so fast he almost ran into me.

“My boss had a stroke or heart attack while he was yelling at me. He was an old man. He had a strenuous day of verbally abusing people. His heart just gave out.”

“It doesn’t usually happen that way though, does it?” Chad said. “I don’t know about you, but the people I want to see die usually go on to live a disgustingly healthy life of making everyone miserable and die peacefully in bed at 95.”

“You can’t blame me for what happened,” I concluded, my voice wavering a little.

He seemed to understand because he stepped away a foot or so. “Believe me, Angie, blame is the last word I would use to describe you or anything you do.” He stepped in front of me to stop for a moment but he held out his hands out with palms up. “Would you do me a favor?”

“Maybe. Will you let me alone if I do?”

“Absolutely. The only thing I ask is that you come with me to a coffee shop and meet someone who understands your great gift.”

“Gift?” I snorted a small burst of laughter at that thought.

“Seriously, it’s a public place, a café not far from here. No pressure.”

I stared at him. I never admitted that I was responsible for the violent things that happened around me. My aunt and I rarely spoke about it. “Where is this place?”

“It’s an easy walk. Come on, it will only take half an hour of your time.”

I admit I was curious and absurdly relieved that he didn’t seem to be selling anything or whipping out a chloroformed rag and forcing me into a car. But mainly I agreed because of a vain hope that there might actually be a way to cope with whatever the hell it was that I had been fighting my whole life.

Murray was born in Illinois, but she grew up in transit due to her
father’s work with the military. She’s lived in Texas, Alaska,
Florida, Washington state, and Southern California, before landing
and staying in San Francisco.
writes the kind of books she loves to read. Those usually feature a
lot of action, quirky characters and supernatural attitude. She just
might read anything that isn’t tied down, but some of the books that
have to be restrained also make it onto her list. Her favorite
authors include Illona Andrews, Faith Hunter, Patricia Briggs, Kim
Hamilton, Terry Pratchett and T.H. White.
now lives and writes and stares out the window at the ocean with a
group of rescue cats, who rescue her right back with heroic feats of
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My Fears and Worries

In almost every author interview I’ve seen or read, there is something big in common: they all have anxiety.

Go ahead, go check that out. Once you’re done, come back and you can read about my own personal fears and worries. Or you can stay and read them and then go check out your favorite authors. Tell me I’m wrong. Comment below that there are authors without anxiety. I’d love to read them. So far, I haven’t found one without it.

Anxiety itself isn’t new. Everyone has stress and everyone shows that stress in different ways. That is essentially what anxiety is. It’s the stress of life, both positive and negative, interacting with your body in ways that can heighten your senses or dull you down. That is the most basic part of anxiety.

That said, there are people with chronic anxiety and what goes with that isn’t always normal or rational. I have anxiety. I always have had anxiety.

A good example is that sometimes my mind wanders to a weird space. I will be at an intersection and stop to turn or wait for the light to turn green. In the process of that though, the thought that at any moment I could get hit or hit someone would cross my mind. It’s irrational. It’s not very likely. But, it’s enough to heighten my awareness and keep me alert as I cross that intersection.

I’ve always been like this. I would worry about something silly and at times sound like I don’t trust the person beside me who has my life in their hands (yes, I’ve had panic attacks about my mom making a choice). It’s not that I don’t trust them. I don’t trust the outside world. I want to be able to know everything and make sure I have all the options on hand before a decision is made.

It’s a control issue. It’s never been too debilitating . . . until I realized it is.

I am afraid of life. Not life, but living. I’m also afraid of death. And yes, I mean the full concept of dying and leaving behind everyone as well as the funeral process and what is to become of Casia both spiritual and physical.

I’m also afraid of heights. It actually goes with the death part. I don’t like the idea of falling and subsequently dying. A gun I could potentially run away from or maybe convince someone not to shoot me (not sure but the likelihood is better than me jumping off a cliff).

I don’t like open water. I get seasick and that prevents me from thinking or acting clearly. It also has sharks. Which I am unable to defend myself against.

I don’t like alcohol or cigarettes or drugs in general. Again, it’s the lack of control that the substances can cause. I have to be very comfortable in my surroundings and people before I can do those things and oftentimes, I just don’t.

I’m afraid of many other things. Like fungi. Fungi growing on people really bother me. It’s not normal. It’s scary.

Anyways, what I mean to say is that I’m afraid and I worry all the time. But one thing helps and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. That’s writing.

I write and the tension just seems to go away. I can sleep better. I am more likely to do something and have a personal adventure. I can breathe.

And maybe that’s why so many people with anxiety write. It’s the act of putting yourself on paper. You are literally showing yourself to the world. You are doing a scary thing over and over and over again. It’s not until you decide that what you write doesn’t matter but the act of writing does, that everything seems to fall into place.

I’m still scared of things. I still have anxiety. But every word I put down, every story I write, or every blog post I show out, just makes the world feel that much more understandable. I try not to control the things I can’t control, but I can control my writing. So I write and I encourage you to as well.

COVER REVEAL: The Night Weaver by Monique Snyman

Series: Shadow Grove (Book 1)
Paperback: 266 pages
Publisher: Vesuvian Books (October 15, 2019)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1645480062
ISBN-13: 978-1645480068

Praise for THE NIGHT WEAVER“I have been searching high and low to get a writer that could intrigue me with writing as witty and crafty as Cassandra Clare, and lo and behold I found one. HOLY HELL what a read.” Nadine Maritz, MY HEAD “IN A NUTSHELL”

“… a strong dark fantasy and fairy folklore … a very easy to read page-turner..” Ginger Nuts of Horror


Bram Stoker Award Nominated
The Night Weaver (Shadow Grove – Book 1) (2018)
2019 Bram Stoker® Nominee
The Bone Carver (Shadow Grove – Book 2) (2019)
The Sin Eater (Shadow Grove – Book 3)
The Dream Keeper (Shadow Grove – Book 4)


Shadow Grove isn’t a typical town. Bad things happen here. Children disappear, one after the other, and nobody is doing anything about it. Parents don’t grieve, missing posters don’t line the streets, and the sheriff seems unconcerned.

Seventeen-year-old Rachel Cleary lives on the outskirts of Shadow Grove, next to the creepy forest everyone pretends doesn’t exist. Usually the forest is filled with an eerie calm, and unmistakeable graveyard solemnity. But the trees have started whispering, forgotten creatures are stirring and the night feels darker than ever.

Something is stalking the residents of Shadow Grove, changing them into brain-dead caricatures of themselves. It’s up to Rachel to find a way to stop the devouring of her hometown before all is destroyed and everyone she loves is forever lost.

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Photo Content from Monique Snyman

Monique Snyman’s mind is a confusing bedlam of glitter and death, where candy-coated gore is found in abundance and homicidal unicorns thrive. Sorting out the mess in her head is particularly irksome before she’s ingested a specific amount of coffee, which is equal to half the recommended intake of water for humans per day. When she’s not playing referee to her imaginary friends or trying to overdose on caffeine, she’s doing something with words—be it writing, reading, or fixing all the words.

Monique Snyman lives in Pretoria, South Africa, with her husband and an adorable Chihuahua. She’s the author of MUTI NATION, a horror novel set in South Africa, and Bram Stoker Award® nominated novel, THE NIGHT WEAVER, which is the first installment in a dark fantasy series for young adults.



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BLOG TOUR (REVIEW): A Killer’s Alibi by William L. Myers, Jr.

Print Length: 426 pages
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer (February 19, 2019)
Publication Date: February 19, 2019
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English


“William Myers’ riveting new novel is not just a crackerjack legal thriller, it is also a wrenching portrayal of a whole range of father-daughter relationships,showing how they can damage, how they nourish, how they go dangerously offtrack. A story not to be missed.” ―NewYork Times bestselling author, William Lashner

I was blown away…A Killer’s Alibi in three words: Sharp, Shocking and Intricate. ―Novel Gossip Book Review

For attorney Mick McFarland, the evidence is damning. And so are the family secrets in this twisty legal thriller from the Amazon Charts bestselling author of A Criminal Defense.

When crime lord Jimmy Nunzio is caught, knife in hand, over the body of his daughter’s lover and his own archenemy, he turns to Mick McFarland to take up his defense. Usually the courtroom puppeteer, McFarland quickly finds himself at the end of Nunzio’s strings. Struggling to find grounds for a not-guilty verdict on behalf of a well-known killer, Mick is hamstrung by Nunzio’s refusal to tell him what really happened.

On the other side of the law, Mick’s wife, Piper, is working to free Darlene Dowd, a young woman sentenced to life in prison for her sexually abusive father’s violent death. But the jury that convicted Darlene heard only part of the truth, and Piper will do anything to reveal the rest and prove Darlene’s innocence.

As Mick finds himself in the middle of a mob war, Piper delves deeper into Darlene’s past. Both will discover dark secrets that link these fathers and daughters–some that protect, some that destroy, and some that can’t stay hidden forever. No matter the risk.

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Set in Philadelphia

Built on relationships between fathers and daughters

Features strong women characters with their own agendas

Features a Mafia kingpin with a femme fatale wife

Protagonist attorney Mick McFarland and his client, crime-lord Jimmy Nunzio, are both Machiavellian schemers, who have to dance around each other to achieve their goals.

Protagonist Piper McFarland comes into her own, becoming a driving force in her quest to win freedom for Darlene Dowd, a woman convicted of killing her sexually abusive father

The book features two kinds of characters: Bad people doing bad things for bad reasons, and good people doing bad things for mixed reasons

Piper and Mick learn the truths about their killers’ alibis only after it is too late

It’s never what you think it is

I received a copy of the book from the author via Jean Book Nerd Tours for an honest review. What follows is my opinion and mine alone. There was no compensation for this review.
A Killer’s Alibi follows two cases, both concerning the father/daughter relationship. In contrast, we also see the relationship between Mick McFarland and his own daughter, Gabby. I love parallels in books and this one was well done. You can see bits and pieces where the narratives could be similar, but are altogether different.
The book is a little slow to get into in the beginning. It’s well written and interesting, but just a bit slow. It’s not until the reader gets a feel of all the players that we get sucked into the narrative. About the halfway point, everything starts to converge and I wasn’t flipping the pages fast enough.
This isn’t an action driven book. It is a mystery, but more like a Law drama. I found myself thinking the Law & Order theme song as I was reading. Which is a good thing, that’s a television universe I can binge watch and never get bored. I like that we get to see what goes on in the courtside as well as see how the defense attorneys do their job. It really astounds me that they can fight tooth and nail for a person, but still know that their client isn’t the greatest person.
Don’t get me wrong, I like that they can, but I’m not sure I could be in that position. I find it interesting and great that there are people who can without losing their own moral compass.
Anyways, you don’t need to read the previous books first to get a feel of the characters or world. I was able to relate and get involved in their own personal stories while still enjoying the mystery about their cases. I would recommend reading them though. Because, really, I liked this book!
Final Rating:4/5
Photo Content from William L. Myers Jr.

William L. Myers, Jr. is the No. 6 best-selling author for Amazon Kindle in 2017 for his debut novel, A Criminal Defense. That was the first in what has become the Philadelphia Legal Series. The third book in that series, A Killers Alibi debuts February 19, 2019.
A Killer’s Alibi has had rave early reviews including New York Times Bestselling author, Bill Lasher—

“William Myers’ riveting new novel is not just a crackerjack legal thriller, it is a wrenching portrayal of a whole range of farther-daughter relations, showing how they can damage, how they can nourish, how they go dangerously off track. A story not to be missed.”

Born in 1958 into a blue-collar family, Mr. Myers inherited a work-ethic that propelled him through college and into the Ivy League at The University of Pennsylvania School of Law. From there, Mr. Myers started his legal career in a Philadelphia-based mega defense firm. After ten years defending corporate America, he realized his heart wasn’t in it. So, with his career on the fast track to success–he gave it all up and started his own firm. It was time to start fighting for the common guy.

That was twenty-five years ago and since then, he has focused on representing railroad employees and other honest, hard-working people who have been injured by others. He has represented thousands of clients in his tenure and has become a highly-regarded litigation attorney up and down the Eastern Seaboard.

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