Featuring 30 Seconds by Chrys Fey.

Chrys Fey reveals 10 things about herself and her new romantic-suspense novella, 30 Seconds:

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  1. Blake Herro is a police officer and Chrys Fey wanted to join the police force when she was a teen.

 

  1. Dani Hart was in a horrible car crash when she was a teenager, and Chrys Fey doesn’t drive because she’s afraid of being in a car accident.

 

  1. Chrys’s grandmother had a large cedar chest, but she never had to hide it in for her own safety like Blake and Dani do in 30 Seconds.

 

  1. Dani performs surgeries and Chrys has had three surgeries, including spinal surgery.

 

  1. Chrys has never played in the snow, but there’s a fun scene in 30 Seconds when Blake and Dani have a snowball fight.

 

  1. Blake and Dani eat all sorts of meat in 30 Seconds, but Chrys has been a vegetarian for six years.

 

  1. Chrys has a dragonfly tattoo on her arm, and Dani has two tattoos, one of which is string notes to a rock ballad.

 

  1. Dani was born at a Kiss concert. Chrys has never gone to a concert in her life.

 

  1. Dani loves to run. Chrys hates running, but she did run track in Elementary school.

 

  1. Dani made it half-way to her prom while Chrys never go to have a prom.

 

 

Title: 30 Seconds

Authur: Chrys Fey

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Length: Novella (105 pages)

Format: eBook

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Published: September 10th, 2014

 

Tagline:

When a woman finds herself in the middle of a war between a police force and the Mob, 30 SECONDS is a long time.

 

Blurb:

When Officer Blake Herro agreed to go undercover in the Mob, he thought he understood the risks. But he’s made mistakes and now an innocent woman has become their target. He’s determined to protect her at all costs.

 

The Mob’s death threat turns Dr. Dani Hart’s life upside down, but there is one danger she doesn’t anticipate. As she’s dodging bullets, she’s falling in love with Blake. With danger all around them, will she and Blake survive and have a happy ending, or will the Mob make good on their threat?

 

BOOK LINKS:

The Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=5801

NOOK: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/30-seconds-chrys-fey/1120324958?ean=2940150711938

KOBO: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/30-seconds-1

Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B00N26EU9G

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00N26EU9G

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22591698-30-seconds

 

Excerpt:

She panted with fear. What if they see the chest? What if we get caught? What if my breath stinks and I’m breathing right into Officer Hottie’s face? She shut her mouth and let oxygen flow through her nose.

Her eyesight slowly adjusted to the darkness and she could see Officer Herro’s silhouette. His head was turned and he was listening to the thuds of heavy boots getting louder; the intruders were coming their way.

Then the thunder of footsteps sounded right next to them. “There’s no one here, Red,” someone announced.

“Look for documents,” a man ordered, who Dani could only assume was Red. “I want the name of the person I’m going to kill.”

A moment later, there was a reply. “All the mail is addressed to a Dr. Hart.”

Hearing her name said aloud by one of the men who had ransacked her place made her want to gasp. Her mouth fell open and her breath was reversing into her lungs, but before she could make a sound, Officer Herro lowered his lips to hers, silencing her. Stunned, she could only lie beneath him with her eyes wide and her body tense. She couldn’t believe he was kissing her. She wanted to push him back, but knew if she did he might hit the inside of the chest, giving away their hiding place. That was when she realized he was kissing her so she wouldn’t gasp.

She let her body relax. After her initial shock faded, she was able to feel his lips. They were comforting and caused a reaction deep inside her. She couldn’t stop her lips from reacting to his. It was an innocent connection, a soft touch of lips. Until his hand slid from her shoulder to her neck and the kiss deepened into something else.

 

Bio:

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Chrys Fey is a lover of rock music just like Dani Hart in 30 Seconds. Whenever she’s writing at her desk, headphones are always emitting the sounds of her musical muses -especially that of her favorite band, 30 Seconds to Mars, the inspiration behind the title.

30 Seconds is her second eBook with The Wild Rose Press. Her debut, Hurricane Crimes, is also available on Amazon.

 

Discover her writing tips on her blog, and connect with her on Facebook. She loves to get to know her readers!

 

 

 

Author Links:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/chrysfey

Blog: www.writewithfey.blogspot.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ChrysFey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Interview with Linda Cahill

Hi Linda how are you feeling these days?10623401_883323051686467_648178878645520190

Hi Karen, I am so excited to be in The Whole She-bang 2 a new anthology published by Toronto Sisters in Crime.

Tell us about your new story in the collection, ‘Special Delivery’.

That story jumped up at me and demanded to be written, Karen. I was working on another story and trying to finish my novel Fire and Ice and had decided to take a few days off in Montreal. I got on the train, sat down and started writing the story on the back of my e ticket. I couldn’t stop until I had a draft a week later. I have never written anything that fast.

Why do you think that story just had to be written?

It came to me in a series of images. One character stuck in my mind and I realized I would not get anything else done until I gave him his story, so I did!

‘Special Delivery’ has a dark, mysterious flavour. What attracts you to this kind of storyline?

In this case, I told the story from the point of view of a kid exploring the neighborhood while delivering newspapers. I wanted to get at the notion that all of us, not just kids, have fears we have to grapple with. Kids aren’t always aware that the thing they fear is not the real danger and neither are the rest of us. But there are definitely things and situations to be wary of. I wanted to bring out the atmosphere of childhood, how everything is larger than life and so influential on the people we will become.

How do you like to write?

Anywhere, anytime can be a good place. Like the train for example. I’m also partial to a cafe downtown that gets a lot of foot traffic going by. If I need inspiration, I just look and listen. Beware the author in your midst! Sometimes I need it quiet and then I stay in my office but other times I need the bustle around me to spark my brain.

What’s your next story about?

There are three actually. One is the novel I mentioned above, that features a series character Michael Duluth a Montreal police detective. I’m just touching it up now. I also have a draft of a novella about another police officer, this one is set in rural Ontario. And for a change of pace I’m working on a summer holiday story, but despite the blue Mediterranean and blue skies, this story is not the kind of holiday anyone would book. This story also features a younger character.

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Linda Cahill is the author of “Special Delivery” a spooky tale about a kid, a witch, and delivering newspapers before dawn. Linda used to work nights as a police reporter and still likes to hang with newspaper people. When she’s not staying up late thinking of ways to scare readers, she gets taken for walks by Atlas, the family husky shepherd dog. Her first reporting job was with The Gazette in Montreal and she is working on a mystery novel about a Montreal police detective. In 2013, she contributed two stories to Nefarious North, an international anthology of short fiction. Linda is a member of the Toronto chapter of Sisters in Crime and is on the chapter executive. She is also a member of Sisters in Crime International and an Associate member of Crime Writers of Canada. She lives in Toronto.

Thanks for stopping by Linda, good luck with your writing

Thanks Karen it was great talking with you.

Happy St. Martin’s Day by Barbara Betties

Happy St. Martin’s Day or Martinmas! If you lived in medieval times, you might very well be getting ready for—or already in the midst of—a major celebration. It’s the Martinmas feast, where you would have celebrated the end of autumn and the ‘natural’ beginning of winter.

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By November the autumn harvest and land preparation for winter crops was completed. Time to get ready for the challenging days of winter. Hogs that had been turned out into the woods in October to fatten on acorns were brought in and slaughtered, and the meat preserved. Cattle were butchered, as well, keeping only those few used to begin production in the spring. (Food was scarce enough; extra for animals wasn’t available.)

In fact, the term Martinmas (or martlemass) cattle was applied to cattle butchered at this time of year. There was even an “old English saying his “His Martinmas will come as it does to every hog,” meaning “he will get his comeuppance” or “everyone must die” (Wikipedia.com).

November was often called Bloodmonth. Sounds gruesome, doesn’t it. Actually, it refers to this period of slaughtering animals to be preserved for food during the long, cold months ahead.

The Old English name for November was ‘Blotmonth’ literally “blood-month,” “the time when the early Saxons prepared for winter by sacrificing animals, which they then butchered and stored for food” (etymology.com). The name November came from “ninth month” which was where November fell in the old Roman calendar.

This celebration of the end-of-harvest-beginning-of-winter honors St. Martin of Tours. A predominant image of St. Martin is of his cutting his cloak in half and sharing with a beggar he saw along the roadside.

He was a former Roman soldier who became a humble monk and so deplored the idea of become a bishop, tradition says he hid in a pen of geese. It didn’t save him. The honking geese alerted the churchmen to his whereabouts. He was brought forth and ordained Bishop of Tours. Thereafter, geese were identified with St. Martin. And goose traditionally was eaten during the Martinmas feasts. Unless you were poor, of course. Then you couldn’t afford it. If you were lucky, you got chicken. Or maybe pork. Or beef. Those two meats were handy, after all.

In the countryside, this time of bounty was celebrated with bonfires, dancing and, of course, drinking and eating. Martinmas was an important time in the medieval calendar. In Scotland, it was a quarter day. (England’s corresponding quarter day fell in September.)

St. Martin’s day, the first feast day in November, could be considered a ‘man’s day.’ But the second November feast/holiday was in honor of St. Catherine. It was considered a ‘ladies’ day.’ It gave rise to the term the Catherine Wheel. But that’s another story.

Thanks for stopping by the hear the story of St. Martin’s Day and Feast. It sounds a lot like Thanksgiving, doesn’t it? What’s your favorite Thanksgiving dish?

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The Heart of the Phoenix

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Some call him a ruthless mercenary; she calls him the knight of her heart.

Memories

Lady Evelynn’s childhood hero is home—bitter, hard, tempting as sin. And haunted by secrets. A now-grown Evie offers friendship, but Sir Stephen’s cruel rejection crushes her, and she resolves to forget him. Yet when an unexpected war throws them together, she finds love isn’t so easy to dismiss. If only the king hadn’t betrothed her to another.

Can be cruel

Sir Stephen lives a double life while he seeks the treacherous outlaws who murdered his friends. Driven by revenge, he thinks his heart is closed to love. His childhood shadow, Lady Evie, unexpectedly challenges that belief. He rebuffs her, but he can’t forget her, although he knows she’s to wed the king’s favorite.

And deadly

When his drive for vengeance leads to Evie’s kidnapping, Stephen must choose between retribution and the love he’s denied too long. Surely King John will see reason. Convict the murderers; convince the king. Simple. Until a startling revelation threatens everything.

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Featuring J.C. McKenzie

Today I’m featuring J.C. McKenzie and her new urban fantasy, Beast Coast, the second book in her Carus Series published BeastCoast_w9073_750by The Wild Rose Press.

Blurb:

Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

When Master Vampire Lucien Delgatto threatens her potential mate Wick’s life, Shape Shifter Andrea “Andy” McNeilly will employ a den of witches, a bedazzled thong, and her ability to shift into multiple animals to meet his demands. She plans to keep Wick safe—even if she’s not speaking to him. Lucien’s unwelcomed control over Wick’s life has thrown Andy into a whirlwind of emotions. Though Wick vows to do whatever it takes to earn Andy’s forgiveness and win back her trust, it may be too late.

This recent conflict awakens something within Andy, an animal she’s never learned to control. For hidden beneath all her forms is a beast whose anger and brutality rivals none. And she’s pissed.

 

Excerpt:

 

Letting my falcon drift close to the surface, my eyesight sharpened. A dark figure moved in the brambles near the deer path ahead of me. About to step closer, something tugged at my senses.

Come to me, a voice echoed in my head. I froze.

An overwhelming urge to walk into the forest on my right consumed my body. I hadn’t felt anything like this since…

Since I was fourteen, and walked into the forest to meet three feras.

Sweat beaded on my brow and the bridge of my nose. I wiped it away, while fighting the compulsion to move.

Come to me, Carus.

Leaning forward, I tried to locate the animal. A branch snapped, and my attention darted to where the sound originated from. The forest hummed with the sound of summer insects. My heart beat loud and heavy in my chest.

Underbrush rustled. There!

A flash of orange.

Pop! A sharp sting, much like a rubber band on bare skin, radiated across my right butt cheek. I yipped and jumped three feet in the air.

Whirling around, I found Wick with an ear-to-ear grin and his paintball gun resting over one of his shoulders. If he had a leg propped up on a recently deceased moose, he’d look like a hunter from a photo.

“Tagged you,” his whiskey voice crooned.

 

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Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

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