Tuesday, May 23, 2023

He’s used to women falling for him – #Blacksmith #CountryRomance #Beagle @LauraSt05038951

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Blurb

When he dares her, will she take a chance on love?

Diana Gendarme has spent her life doing for others, so when she moves into her dream cottage, she’s ready for some “me” time. But the cottage is shabby and her new neighbors quite close. One of them makes a din in his blacksmith’s forge all day long yet has the nerve to complain about her beagle’s yodeling. He’s the last sort of man who should attract Diana. So why can’t she resist the absurd dares he persists in issuing?

Reg Coltsfoot doesn’t plan on falling for his neighbor. A lifelong charmer, he’s used to women falling for him instead. There’s just something about Diana that has him longing to draw her out of her staid life and into his. Maybe it’s the magic of spring, but Reg will do all he can to persuade Diana she needs his laughter and his love to light her days.

Excerpt

Reg Coltsfoot was a charmer, all right. He probably knew it, as did every woman who’d been standing and watching him work. She couldn’t be foolish enough to get caught up in all that.

The charm, the rakish smile, and most of all the way he made her feel were the reasons she’d always avoided men of his ilk. He threatened her self-control. He wasn’t what she needed in her life.

She’d tended to be attracted to bookish men. Educated men, like Dad.

But Reg was here. Now. And the way he looked at her made her feel—so beautiful.

She told herself it was the dress. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her when they stood at his gate.

Maybe not just the dress.

So all right, the attraction existed. Maybe even raw, animal attraction, though she’d never imagined herself capable of any such thing.

He would forget about her and their agreement to meet up later. He’d get engrossed in his work and some other lady would catch his eye.

Why did that thought bother Diana so much?

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About the Author

Multi award-winning author Laura Strickland delights in time traveling to the past and searching out settings for her books, be they Historical Romance, Steampunk or something in between. Her first Scottish Historical hero, Devil Black, battled his way onto the publishing scene in 2013, and the author never looked back. Nor has she tapped the limits of her imagination. Venturing beyond Historical and Contemporary Romance, she created a new world with her ground-breaking Buffalo Steampunk Adventure series set in her native city, in Western New York. Married and the parent of one grown daughter, Laura has also been privileged to mother a number of very special rescue dogs, the latest of whom is a little boy named Tinker, and is intensely interested in animal welfare. Her love of dogs, and her lifelong interest in Celtic history, magic and music, are all reflected in her writing. Laura's mantra is Lore, Legend, Love, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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Monday, May 22, 2023

The world expanded... a chat with author A.L. Butcher @LibraryofErana #FantasyAuthor #DarkFantasy #MeetTheAuthor

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I am delighted to welcome fantasy author A.L. Butcher to Beyond Romance today. She has kindly agreed to answer some questions, as well as to share a bit from her fabulous series The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles.

Hello, Alex. Where did your idea for this series come from?

I’m a gamer (yes, I’m a nerd but I write fantasy – what did you expect?) – and I’ve written adventures for games for some years. I was playing an online RPG (Roleplaying Game) with some friends, and we’d had quite a long story arc set up when unfortunately the game group broke up.

The Light Beyond the Storm grew out of this – I adapted the stories I’d written into a world of my own creation (which I’d been working on for something else) and so the story was born.

Originally it was just the first book, but the world expanded, and the characters told me they needed more adventures.

That’s the thing about being a storyteller – the stories don’t end. There’s always something that pops up – some inspiration which triggers a scene, then perhaps a short story, then a novel, then a series.

Writing helps me escape – if you write you create worlds, people, situations. Anything is possible, everything is possible.

What have you learned on your writing and self-publishing adventures?

Writing and self-publishing are steep learning curves. It’s not simply a case of putting words to paper (or screen) – writing is a craft and crafts take time and energy to learn.

I’ve studied creative writing, social media marketing, mythology, copyright law, how to format, learned (and still learning) Photoshop, copyediting and proofreading, and a whole host of skills I didn’t have a decade ago. And that’s important – at least to me. If I can do most of it myself I’m in control and it’s cheaper too.

I see lots of authors on the KDP forums and facebook with no clue about how to be self-publisher, or even how to go about finding these things out and lots who are simply not willing to try.

Self-publishing is a business – you are the publisher – it’s up to you to market the book, to ensure it’s properly edited, has a decent cover, doesn’t breach someone else’s IP or copyright, abides by the rules of the publishing platform such as KDP or Draft2digital etc.

If you cannot or will not be able to do these things for yourself – hire someone if you can afford it, if you can’t then at least learn the rules of the publishing platform and get advice from experienced authors and publishers. I’ve found the community helpful and supportive – but it’s give and take. I’ve helped out with formatting or editing for free – but then I’ve had covers made for books for nothing, or swapped critique. There are people willing to help and advise if you ask around– and if you do hire someone – ask for their credentials, what they have done before.

There are ways to promote your work for free or low cost – but marketing is hard work – it takes time to build an audience and you need to do it often and vary what you do.

What are your top 10 favorite books/authors and why?

Not in any order:

I, the Sun – Janet Morris – not only is this an amazing biography of a remarkable man but through this book I was lucky enough to meet Janet and Chris Morris, and become friends with these lovely, talented people, and write for Perseid Press.

Watership Down – Richard Adams – it’s a beautiful, enchanting story that’s both simple and complex. It’s not just a story about rabbits – there’s adventure, the theme of the destruction of the natural world by humans, loyalty, courage and beating the odds. I have read it many times and I always cry.

The Count of Monte Cristo – A Dumas – possibly the greatest revenge story in the world. It’s exciting and the antihero is awesome.

Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte – same reason as Monte Cristo. I’m team Heathcliff.

Phantom of the Opera - Gaston LerouxI love this story – it’s tragic, exciting, mysterious and has spawned one of the things I love most. The original novel is also a mystery (Leroux was also a mystery writer) as well as a horror. I still cry.

The Odyssey – I love mythology – especially Greek and Roman myths. It’s great adventure, filled with mischief, monsters, morals and more.

Lord of the Rings – I love the mythic storytelling – the grand adventure and that in the end it’s the simple folk who save the day – Samwise and Frodo. It’s a tale of friendship, courage, magic and a rich lore that permeates British culture.

Thud – Terry Pratchett – I love all of the Commander Vimes stories. He’s a complex character – a good man who knows it’s a fine line between being a good man and a bad one and that he could easily go down the dark path and become what he seeks to fight. He hates rules and bends them whenever possible.

Schindler’s List – because everyone should read this book.

I read fantasy, gothic horror, crime fiction such as Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie, true crime, historical fiction, history, science fiction, classics and biographies.

Pen or type writer or computer?

Definitely computer. I have awful handwriting – so much so I used to get detention at school for handwriting practice. I think I may be dyspraxic – I’m super clumsy, I fall over, walk into things, I struggle to tell my left from my right, I have poor spatial awareness.

I hold a pen between my first and second fingers with my fingers wrapped around it. That is a comfortable writing position for me. Because I rarely write anything freehand now my handwriting is barely readable anyway. Writing freehand also makes my hands hurt – I have a neurological condition called fibromyalgia and I get pain and pins and needles in my hands. Typing on a keyboard doesn’t hurt as much.

I also have a spellchecker, delete, and a whole host of info near to hand if I use the PC or laptop. I haven’t used a typewriter for…maybe 30 years. We had a Victorian one at my parents’ house years ago – it was an awesome, antique piece of kit but it ate fingers. If you used it for more than about 20 minutes your fingers would be shredded.

Do you have any advice to offer for new authors?

Write what you want to write, and what you want to read. Don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. Write for yourself, for the joy of it, for the worlds and people you create.

If you want to self-publish – then go for it. There are pros and cons to it, of course. But that’s true of traditional publishing as well. Do what is right for you. Keep in mind self-publishing is hard work – you don’t have the backing of a publishing house – so the marketing, editing, getting cover art etc. is your responsibility. That said, you can publish the quirky stuff, the non-mainstream stuff and have some success with it.

Excerpt

From The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I

Archos followed with only a fraction of his attention on where they were going. He was tired and knew he needed his magic for a while longer. As he walked, he trailed the storm behind him. Out in the darkness, he let it go and suddenly the full fury of the storm was allowed to rage.

Run,” he breathed. “Run now!” Although by now his muscles ached and were not too obliged to respond without protestation.

They ran as the clouds raged in the sky and released rain in huge drops that froze. Whipping water determined to soak everything it could find, it was a rain that obscured the vision and chilled the bone. Wind roared in from the south, battering the banners and slamming the casements of the upper windows, raining glass in shards. The storm twisted in a tempest in the courtyard, sucking up stones and wood and slamming them into walls, ground and people, without prejudice. Angry clouds spat forked lightning, cleaving the sky like the vengeance of the gods and grounded within the walls of the fort and on the roof, splitting tiles and bringing fire even in the driving rain.

As they reached the coach, the horses skittered in fear and Olek pulled the door open and jumped up, almost dragging Archos and the girl inside. He hastily pulled one of the soft rugs onto the floor, then leapt out and up to the seat as the thunder rolled and lightning sliced the air just behind them. Archos would trust no one else to drive in such a situation, and besides Simon had business elsewhere. The horses began to run in fear and it took all Olek’s skill to bring them under control enough to steer. Looking behind him, he saw mayhem. The roof burned, and he could hear the sounds of panicked men and terrified horses, even at this distance. Three mounted riders rode out of the fort towards them. As the carriage picked up speed, he steered it to the forest trail.

Archos heard the storm rage and the frail breathing of the girl beside him. He flipped up the window and grinned when he saw the chaos of the storm unleashed. He felt a little hollow for having held the storm for so long and he saw the horses panic as thunder rolled close. The hoof beats behind them grew closer and he knew Olek was struggling to control the carriage as it rocked and bucked around him. As they approached the forest path, he looked down at Dii and gently he touched her, feeling her Power even now and it gave him strength.

I bloody well hope you have a plan, my lord, those riders are gaining on us, our horses are terrified, and your storm seems bent on killing everything!” Olek screamed back to him.

Closing his eyes, Archos tried to calm himself and summon the Power he needed. “Just drive for the gap in the trees, off the road,” he yelled back.

Olek looked around in the darkness and the mayhem of the storm. “Gap? What gap? Oh gods, if it was any man but you, I would think you mad. I hope you have Power enough left for this.”

So do I, my friend,” muttered the Archmage.

As the trees rapidly approached, Archos drew his Power and slammed his staff into the floor. “Wood to my will, let us pass where there is no gateway. Wood to my will, hide us from sight!” he cried into the darkness and the rapidly approaching trees.

As the spell ended, a gap appeared as branches turned and trees bent aside. The carriage plunged into the dark wood as the greenery slammed back behind them.



The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I

In a dark world where magic is illegal, and elves are enslaved a young elven sorceress runs for her life from the house of her evil Keeper. Pursued by his men and the corrupt Order of Witch-Hunters she must find sanctuary. As the slavers roll across the lands stealing elves from what remains of their ancestral home the Witch-Hunters turn a blind eye to the tragedy and a story of power, love and a terrible revenge unfolds.

*18 rated for adult scenes and violence.

Available as ebook, paperback, hardcover, large print and audiobook.

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The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm - Book II

Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden, and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome, and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy.

*18 rated for adult scenes and violence.

Available as ebook, paperback, hardcover, large print and audiobook.

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The Stolen Tower – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book III

What stalks the land cannot be but is.

Where magic is outlawed a troll Shaman calls from her deathbed to her heiress, Mirandra Var, daughter of the storm. Mirandra vows to find her missing kin, sort friend from foe, and claim the dangerous secrets guarded by unthinkable creatures. If she succeeds, she will become the leader of her tribe. If she fails, there will be no tribe to lead.

*18 rated for adult scenes and violence.

Available as ebook, paperback, hardcover, large print and audiobook.

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About the Author

British-born A. L. Butcher is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet, and a dreamer, a lover of science, natural history, history, and monkeys. Her prose has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as ‘evocative’. She writes with a sure and sometimes erotic sensibility of things that might have been, never were, but could be.

Alex is the author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chroniclesand the Tales of Erana lyrical fantasy series. She also has several short stories in the fantasy, fantasy romance genres with occasional forays into gothic style horror, including the Legacy of the Mask series. With a background in politics, classical studies, ancient history and myth, her affinities bring an eclectic and unique flavour in her work, mixing reality and dream in alchemical proportions that bring her characters and worlds to life.

Alex is also proud to be a writer for Perseid Press where her work features in Heroika: Dragon Eaters, Heroika Skirmishers – where she was editor and cover designer as well as writer – as well as Lovers in Hell and Mystics in Hell – part of the acclaimed Heroes in Hell series. http://www.theperseidpress.com/

Awards

Outside the Walls, co-written with Diana L. Wicker received a Chill with a Book Reader’s Award in 2017.

NN Light Book Heaven awards:

The Kitchen Imps and Other Dark Tales won the best fantasy for 2018

Echoes of a Song - one of her Phantom tales – won the best fantasy in 2019

Tears and Crimson Velvet won the best Short Story category in 2020

Dark Tales and Twisted Verses – won the best Short Story Category in 2021

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Friday, May 19, 2023

What if we streamed language? – #SciFi #Linguistics #Giveaway @VyvEvans

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By Vyvyan Evans (Guest Author)

The Babel Apocalypse imagines a future in which we stream language directly to neural implants in our heads. Today, we stream anything from movies, to books, to music, to our ‘smart’ devices, and consume that content. Smart devices use streaming signals—data encoded in IP data packets—encoded and distributed via wi-fi internet.

Given my background as a professor of linguistics, a “what if” question occurred to me: What if we also streamed language? And what would the consequences be for us as human beings, if we no longer had to learn it? What would we gain, and more importantly, what would we lose, if language became a commodity, controlled by big tech? Clearly, with recent developments in AI and Chatbots, this is no longer far-fetched.

Language streaming would work, in principle, in the same way as streaming wifi devices today. With a ‘language chip’ implanted in our brains, in the future we will be able to ‘stream’ language from internet-in-space on demand, 24/7.

Moreover, based on an individual’s level of subscription to a language streaming provider, they would be able to stream any language they chose, with any level of lexical complexity. This means that someone could, potentially, apply for a job in any country in the world, without needing to be concerned about knowing the local language. Rather, the individual would just draw upon the words and grammar they need, to function in the language, by syncing to a language database, stored on a server in space. And call it up, over the internet, in real time, as they think and talk. It means that everything someone needs to know, to be able to use a language, is streamed over the internet, rather than being stored in someone’s head. Language learning, thus, becomes obsolete.

Science fiction has a long and illustrious habit of predicting the future. In 1940, with his first in the Robot series of stories, Isaac Asimov predicted some of the ethical issues that would arise as artificial intelligence comes to have a more pervasive influence in our daily lives.

Today in the twentieth first century, we are on the brink of a Fourth Industrial Revolution, sometimes dubbed 4IR. This is where automation and connectivity, via the internet, will dramatically alter the way in which we interact with each other, as well as everything around us, in our increasingly joined-up technological environment. And I predict, in less than one hundred years from now, this new technology will transform many aspects of our daily lives that we currently take for granted, including language itself.

Indeed, in 2015, many of the world’s leading scientists, warned, in an Open Letter and accompanying report, against the new dangers of AI, as a consequence of 4IR. This Open Letter was issued in response to new breakthroughs in AI that, without adequate control, might pose short and long-term existential threats to humans.

But potential dangers come not just from the use of AI, in the sense of, for instance, The Terminator series of movies, in which AI seeks to wage war and destroy the human race. New implantable devices, that will enhance how we as humans can interact with our new tech-landscape, will also give rise to potential dangers. Language is, arguably, the single trait that is the hallmark of what it is to be human. And yet, in the near-future, language-chipped humans, or ‘transhumans’, will have enhanced abilities that bring new opportunities, as well as ethical challenges and even threats.

Of course, for a new ecosystem of implantable language chips to gain traction, as predicted in The Babel Apocalypse, big tech would need to lead with the initial investment, once the value of the product has been established. And there are significant initial costs, in terms of implanting the body-borne hardware.

The Babel Apocalypse imagines the process beginning with a public referendum, in California, after which all adults must undergo “chipping”. And there would be a transitional generation, as minors also undergo language chipping at the age of eighteen, and newborns at birth, moving forward. And from there, the initial benefits of language streaming would appear to outweigh any ethical or civil liberty concerns.

Blurb

Language is no longer learned, but streamed to neural implants regulated by lang-laws. Those who can't afford language streaming services are feral, living on the fringes of society. Big tech corporations control language, the world’s most valuable commodity.

But when a massive cyberattack causes a global language outage, catastrophe looms.

Europol detective Emyr Morgan is assigned to the case. His prime suspect is Professor Ebba Black, the last native speaker of language in the automated world, and leader of the Babel cyberterrorist organization. But Emyr soon learns that in a world of corporate power, where those who control language control everything, all is not as it seems.

As he and Ebba collide, Emyr faces an existential dilemma between loyalty and betrayal, when everything he once believed in is called into question. To prevent the imminent collapse of civilization and a global war between the great federations, he must figure out friend from foe—his life depends on it. And with the odds stacked against him, he must find a way to stop the Babel Apocalypse.

Excerpt

It wasn’t her cold beauty that marked out Ebba Black as unique—her chilling looks, as she called them—although her looks invariably made an impression on all who met her. Rather, it was the fact that she was the last nate in the automated world. That made her famous. Undoubtedly she was celebrated for other things too—Ebba Black the Babelist, the heiress, the conspiracy theorist, the charismatic professor. Maybe even the oddity. After all, Ebba was the last speaker of languages that would die with her. With Elias’s passing five years prior, she had no one left to speak them with. And Ebba Black would not marry. Commitment of that sort wasn’t her thing, and she would certainly never have children. You could say she wasn’t the maternal type.

Ebba knew she was unique in other, ineffable ways, too. For one, she listed things to herself, silently, in her head. Reasons to know me. Reasons not to know me. Reasons to hate me, to admire me. But not reasons to love me. Never that. That was forbidden. Ebba never allowed anyone to get that close.

Sometimes Ebba even indulged in one of her trademark waspish grins. To no one in particular, while she mentally scrolled through one list: reasons to kill. The list with the names. Her list of lists. The grin was the only outward sign she was performing a mental stock-take. It wasn’t good to be on that particular list. Ebba Black was neither the forgiving nor the tolerant type.

About the Author


Dr. Vyvyan Evans is a native of Chester, England. He holds a PhD in linguistics from Georgetown University, Washington, D.C., and is a Professor of Linguistics. He has published numerous acclaimed popular science and technical books on language and linguistics. His popular science essays and articles have appeared in numerous venues including 'The Guardian', 'Psychology Today', 'New York Post', 'New Scientist', 'Newsweek' and 'The New Republic'. His award-winning writing focuses, in one way or another, on the nature of language and mind, the impact of technology on language, and the future of communication. His science fiction work explores the status of language and digital communication technology as potential weapons of mass destruction.

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The Babel Apocalypse earned a starred review in Kirkus: "A perfect fusion of SF, thriller, and mystery—smart speculative fiction at its very best."

The full review is here: https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/vyvyan-evans/the-babel-apocalypse-songs-of-the-sage/

The author will be awarding a physical paperback copy of the book (available internationally) to a randomly drawn reader who enters the drawing.




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Thursday, May 18, 2023

From Writer to Witch – #PaganRomance #WitchLit #AdirondackMountains #CancerSurvivor @janina_grey

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By Janina Grey (Guest Blogger)

The first dream I ever remember having was a nightmare of my village burning. Dirt houses with grass roofs peppering a rolling field of green, surrounded by hills, all in flames. People running and screaming.

I was four years old and I’d lived in the Bronx, one of the five boroughs comprising New York City. You know, apartment buildings and wall to wall traffic. Grass was nearly non-existent. This was a reoccurring dream that had me screaming in the middle of the night for my father.

Regularly.

Combine that with incessantly demanding my mother ‘find my long dresses,’ because I wanted to wear them again. (This was the 60s, think Laugh-In and mini-skirts.) Yeah. I was constantly freaking my parents out. I tried often to explain that I had had lived “before.” They started to realize I was a bit different when we’d look at a new apartment or house and I’d tell them about people I’d see in the various rooms, even though we were alone but for the agent doing the showing. After a while, I’d only have to do a walk-through of the prospective dwelling while my parents waited for my findings before making the final decision.

I was obsessed with witches. I would watch Dark Shadows, and my favorite movie (that scared the poop out of me) was Crow Haven Farm. The Disney movies were just as frightening, because all the witches were mean. I thought I was a witch, but I knew I wasn’t mean.

At six years old I started writing spells, mostly for homework issues and to make mean girls like me (I didn’t know about freewill, what can I say?) But then for a writing assignment, I wrote a book report on the Salem witch trials.

Later that year, I told my mom I’d decided . . . “I want to be a nun.” I think the Disney movies and the Salem witch trials made me realize being a witch might cause me a bit of trouble. Or maybe my spells weren’t working. Who knows? I made my Holy Communion that year, and all dressed in white I was told I was marrying Jesus. I was going to be Jesus’ bride.

I spent my teen years struggling to be a good candidate for a nun. But as Robbie Burns said, things “aft gang agley.” I was a devout Catholic. I loved catechism classes and making my Sacraments, and going to Mass. Yes, I actually loved Mass. The ritual, the prayers, the fellowship, the sermons, the music. All of it. I loved it all.

On the other hand. . . by Sweet Sixteen I fell in love, started learning Tarot, and was doing astrology charts for a $1 a piece.

I had a foot in both worlds from my teens until I turned forty years old.

I began teaching religious classes at eighteen years old, which was unheard of at the time. I taught until I moved off Long Island, just before my fortieth birthday. Somewhere along the line I’d been told I was going to hell for all those ‘witchy’ things I did, but I insisted I was not a witch, and that I loved Jesus.

But then we moved upstate shortly after the September 11, 2001 attacks where I joined a writer’s group, got a job in a school as an assistant, and attended a psychic party where I was told I’d lived at least two lives as a witch.

Wow. Talk about Mind Blown.

So I reached out to one of the vampire romance writers in my group and asked if she knew any witches who could help me out.

The rest is history.

Last week, at 60 years old, I gave ‘birth’ to my sixth and final coven. I’d been serving as founder and High Priestess of my tradition since I started holding Moon Circles in 2004. I officially retired as teacher and coven leader, but I will continue to serve in my role as a Pagan Minister, and do all I can to heal the name of Goddess and Witch.

It’s been a crazy life. But I wouldn’t change a thing.

One thing that’s bugged me about being a witch is the way Hollywood depicts us. We don’t have drug-induced orgies. We don’t worship Satan. We don’t sacrifice babies. We don’t shoot lightning bolts from our fingertips, or throw people across rooms with a wave of an arm.

We celebrate the seasons, life, nature. We honor the Gods and the Ancestors. We live by the rede Harm None.

And all of THAT is why I wrote the EARTH AND SKY SERIES, published by Soul Mate Publishing.


This week I am celebrating the release of LOST IN YOUR RHYTHM, Earth and Sky Series Book 3. This is the magical tale of two people who faced death, fought to live, then proceeded to hide away for years as they struggled to heal from their trauma.

Liza Purkypile is a fifth-generation resident of the Village of Purkyville, five-foot pool shark who can drink pint after pint of Guinness but can’t hold her whiskey very well.

Jack Issa is a former Broadway performer, the Apple of the Big Apple’s Eye, who has retreated to the Adirondack Mountains to heal his wounds and rediscover his worth after falling two stories during a dress rehearsal with his troupe, THUMP!

Jack and Liza sizzle from the first ‘how ya doin’?’ While learning how to live, love, and trust again, they soon realize the Universe may have had a hand in bringing them together.

Jack works magically with Runes, tapping into his deceased mother’s Celtic heritage, and Liza is an Empath, who received this ability after dying on the operating table in her early twenties. They soon learn they fit right in with the rest of the Earth and Sky crowd.

Readers are introduced to the magical, mystical world of Upstate New York in Book 1 of the Earth and Sky Series, LOVE IN THE FOREST. Here they meet Brooke Meadows, the camp photographer of the Earth and Sky healing retreat located in Demilune, NY, nestled in the Adirondack Mountains. In addition to her skills with a camera, Brooke is a practicing witch and affectionately known as the retreat’s deathwalker. That nickname came from her ability to communicate with the dead.


It's that ability that introduces her to Rosalie, the dead wife of Quirkyflirt.com’s CEO, Josh Quinn. Josh has been sent to Earth and Sky to figure out a way to end three years of grieving the loss of his wife and children, or face retirement, an ultimatum given by his board president and best friend.

Josh and Brooke soon learn that Rosalie has her own ideas about Josh’s path of healing.

In addition to meeting Josh and Brooke in LOVE IN THE FOREST, readers get a glimpse of the lovable and charming Barefoot Dan, a counselor at Earth and Sky.

His story is told in Book 2, LIFE IS FOR LIVING, when he runs into a one-night stand from four years earlier who left him high and dry before the sun rose following a Beltane festival. Dan and Jayde soon learn that some one-night stands are meant to last forever.


The reader gets to meet both Jack and Liza in Book 2, LIFE IS FOR LIVING, which moves right into Book 3, LOST IN YOUR RHYTHM, my May 17 release.

Here’s a peek at Jack and Liza from LOST IN YOUR RHYTHM:

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I was going to suggest dessert at the café, or . . .” Jack’s eyes narrowed as he dipped his head closer with his open-ended statement, his voice husky with suggestion.

All tangled up in the heat of his gaze, Liza found herself in the heart of a wild, untamed forest. Found? More like lost, but unafraid, not worried a bit about being able to find her way home. “Or?” She raised an eyebrow hoping she matched his level of sexy, drawing nearer, so near to him their cheeks nearly touched. She inhaled his earthy scent that brought to mind a wooded patch of the Adirondacks she’d explore when she needed to ground. Did he smell like this all over? She wanted to lose herself forever in the haven of that forest.

You tell me, Liza.” His whisper rested in the hollow of her neck, sending shivers through her body as he punctuated his sentence with a caress of his lips on the tender spot near the base of her throat.

Well,” she leaned back, clearing her throat as she placed her hands on the table between them. “What are my options?” It had been so long since she’d warmed herself with flames this hot. Simmering or roaring, Jack was hot.

We can go back to my place.” His eyes flashed like heat lightning as she contemplated his offer.

Your place? And?” Her feminine furnace kicked into high as she tried to control her breath, her racing heart.

I dunno. Get to know one another better?” He raised a shoulder with a tilt of his head to one side.

Okay?” She was twenty-nine, for god’s sake. No curfew. Her mom wasn’t going to be waiting up for her. It’s not like she was a virgin or anything.

We’ll just talk. Maybe watch a movie. You know. First date stuff.” He scanned the crowd as she contemplated her options.

First date? “I didn’t realize this was a date, Drummer Boy.” His attention made her uncomfortably happy.

It feels like a first date, no? Either way, this is the day we’ll be telling our grandkids about.” He followed that with a lopsided grin that cut a dimple the size of the Grand Canyon in her heart. “Mark my words,” he added with a wink.

Whoa? Grandkids?You work fast.” She rumpled and unrumpled her napkin, focusing her attention on smoothing the crumpled paper with both hands. That was easier than looking at him trying to pretend she didn’t feel what he was alluding to, despite the fact they’d not even spent a collective twenty-four hours together. Yet.

Not normally. Just telling you what I know.” He cocked his head, catching her eyes. “Call me crazy.”

Liza wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She wanted to run, but she didn’t. He had no clue what she could or couldn’t promise for her future. He had no idea what she could or couldn’t give him. Rather than cave into her fears by ending this right now, bracing herself, Liza held out her hands, motioning him to do the same. “Lemme see.”

Without hesitation, he obeyed, nesting his open palms in hers. Closing her cool, slender fingers around his, she allowed his energy to flow through her. Shielding her emotions behind lowered lids, Liza reveled in the storminess washing over her. It was like standing on a dock as a storm blew in across the lake. Passion and harmony, honesty and integrity, strength and determination swirled in the mist of emotions cascading through their connection. She could feel his blood coursing through his veins, feel his breathing sync with hers. His pulse was steady, his heartbeat strong . . . It was all she could do to keep from getting totally lost in his rhythm.

Finally, she opened her eyes in disbelief. It felt good to touch him. It didn’t hurt. “Not too sure about the grandkids. But yeah. First date. Maybe.” She giggled nervously, allowing fantasy to outshine her reality for a little while. “Yeah.”

He squeezed her hands lightly before letting go, then waved toward their server, signaling the meal was over.

Buy Links

AMAZON
https://www.amazon.com/Lost-your-Rhythm-Earth-Book-ebook/dp/B0C4Q6X181

LIFE IS FOR LIVING/ Earth and Sky Series Book 2

SOUL MATE PUBLISHING
https://soulmatepublishing.com/life-is-for-living

AMAZON
https://amazon.com/dp/B09WNG7J7F/

BARNES AND NOBLE

https://barnesandnoble.com/w/life-is-for-living-janina-grey/1141939531?ean=9781647163006

LOVE IN THE FOREST /Earth and Sky Series Book 1

SOUL MATE PUBLISHING:
https://soulmatepublishing.com/love-in-the-forest/

AMAZON:
https://amazon.com/Love-Forest-Janina-Grey/dp/1647162394/

BARNES AND NOBLE:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-in-the-forest-janina-grey/1139804111?ean=9781647162399


Earth and Sky Series

https://amazon.com/Earth-and-Sky-Series-2-book-series/dp/B09238RJZ8

About the Author

Janina Grey has been writing since she could hold a crayon, and there has been no stopping her since. Journaling, short stories, poetry, newsletters, news, feature, columns, Op/Eds, and press releases have kept her busy her whole life. But it was the sweet Harlequin romances she read in her downtime that stayed forever in her heart and gave her the inspiration to write her own contemporary romances now published with Soul Mate Publishing.

By day, Janina guides domestic and sexual assault survivors down their path of healing and empowerment. But in the wee hours of the morning, she hunkers down at her childhood writing desk with Imagine Dragons, Coldplay, Elton John, Fleetwood Mac, or Led Zep streaming through her earbuds while she brings to life her characters as they face their real-life sorrows and successes, and best of all, their happily-ever-afters.

Growing up on Long Island and living periodically in Tennessee as a youth has given her the opportunity to meet many different types of people and experience many different lifestyles. After moving from Long Island to settle in the Mohawk Valley in Upstate New York with her family, she found the support needed to pursue her writing endeavors with Central New York Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.

When Janina is not writing, she may be marching for women’s rights, kayaking, camping, drumming, or dancing around the fire.

With the kids grown, she and her husband, David, share their 115-year-old Mohawk Valley farm house homestead with a few resident spirits and a very squawky murder of crows.


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