Monday, August 25, 2014

KL Schwengel's The Darkness & Light series ~ Fall Into Fantasy #giveaway #contest

Welcome to the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes!

Week 1: The Darkness & Light Series
Book One: First of Her Kind
Book Two: Emergence
Book Three: Edge of Darkness (Release date 2015)

It seems everyone wants to dictate what Ciara does with her life: Serve the Goddess, destroy the Goddess, do as you promised your aunt -- all Ciara really wants is to keep the two magics she possesses from ripping her apart.

And that's not going to be easy.

Not only is her earth magic in complete opposition to her other power, blood ties pull her in divergent directions as well. And then there's Bolin, the man sworn to protect her. There's no denying the growing attraction between them, but is it Ciara he wants, or her power?

None of which will matter if Ciara can't overcome her fear and learn how to use her gifts. No one knows the depths of the ancient power she possesses, or what will happen if it manages to escape her control. Will she lose herself entirely? Or be forever caught between Darkness and Light?

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The battle for Ciara's power has drawn the full attention of the Emperor and the Imperial Mages, forcing Bolin to put duty above safety and take her to Nisair. It won't be an easy trip, even with an Imperial escort and a Galysian elder accompanying them. Especially since Donovan has found himself some new allies, one of who wields a dark magic that has literally gotten under Bolin's skin.

For Ciara, coming to terms with the increasingly tangible manifestation of her power could destroy her. Even if they make it to Nisair--something that grows more unlikely by the day--there is no surety of safety for Ciara, or any of them. Not with Donovan willing to gamble everything to achieve his goals, or Bolin's uncharacteristically reckless behavior, the result of which is the attention of something that has everyone worried.

Loyalties will be tested, lives will be lost, and no one will emerge unchanged as they find things are not always so clear on the line dividing Darkness and Light.

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K. L. Schwengel lives in southeast Wisconsin on a small farm with her husband, a handful of Australian Shepherds, Her Royal Highness Princess Fiona the Cat, and assorted livestock. Growing up as the youngest of nine children, and the daughter of a librarian, Kathi spent many hours between stacks of books, and secluded away in dusty archives, drawn to tales of medieval heroes and conquering knights. With so many characters and ideas spinning in her head, she had to get them onto paper or risk what little sanity she possessed. She has been penning wild tales of magic and mayhem as long as she can remember, but opted to follow her artistic muse first. After earning a Bachelor of Fine Arts and spending many years working as a freelance artist, grocery clerk, art teacher, graphic designer, stable hand, advertising account coordinator, dog trainer, and process technician (among other things) she answered the call of her writing muse. When not writing, Kathi trains and trials working Australian Shepherds, still paints, dabbles in photography, graphic design, and anything else creative her assorted muses send her way.

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Welcome to Fall Into Fantasy--17 weeks of authors, books, and giveaways galore!

It's August, and that means Fall is upon us! To celebrate the cooler weather and keep your mind off any back to school blues, we've put together the Fall Into Fantasy Tour. This tour celebrates the wonderful fantasy books that you can dive into--right now!

But what's a tour unless we are giving away free stuff? That's right! Each week, we will be giving away some awesome prizes from the author being featured. And to wrap things up at the end of the promotion in December, we're going to have a huge Facebook party all weekend long featuring these authors and more!

Want to get an idea of what is ahead? Check out the calendar below!

August 25th: The Darkness & Light series by K.L. Schwengel

September 1st: How to Date Dead Guys by Ann M. Noser

September 8th: The Undead: Playing for Keeps by Elsie Elmore 

September 15th: The Enchanted Bookstore Legends by Marsha A. Moore

September 22nd: The Curse Merchant by JP Sloan

September 29th: The Ragnarok Prophecies by Ayden K. Morgan

October 6th: The Daath Chronicles by Eliza Tilton

October 13th: The Heirs of War series by Mara Valderran

October 20th: Salvation by James Wymore

October 27th: Strings by G. Miki Hayden


November 3rd: The Shadow Series by Anna Hub

November 10th: Between by Lisa Swallow

November 17th: Darkness Watching by Emma Adams


November 24th: Bound by Kate Sparkes

December 1st: The December People series by Sharon Bayliss

December 8th: The Disciple series by L. Blankenship

December 15th: Evensong by Krista Walsh

Don't forget to join us at the Facebook party here! And be sure to check out these awesome blogs that will be hosting the tour for us:

Bilbo's Book Ends
Katie's Stories
Book Crazy Gals
Read Me
Kelly P's Blog
SW Fairbrother

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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Behind the Curtain ~guest post and contest by Shawn Martin, author of Forget Me Not, a YA paranormal

Today I'm hosting Shawn Martin who is here talking about the mystique of magic that is best left undefined. Be sure to check out his new release, Forget Me Not, as well as the great contest at the bottom of this post.

Behind the Curtain
Shawn Martin

Do you remember when you found out Santa wasn't real?  When you discovered someone other than the Easter Bunny hid the eggs?  When the money stopped appearing under your pillow because the tooth fairy wasn't real?  I remember them all vividly.  The world became a little grayer and reality weighed a little more.

It's natural to want to look behind the curtain and uncover the secrets of magic.  We all do it—that's the curious nature of us humans—and we all regret it.  When we take that peek, the illusions melt away like snowflakes under a heat lamp.  We're left with what the rational unimaginative members of society would call "truth."  I don't call it truth, though.  I call it disenchantment.  The magic is gone.  That is the saddest ending to any story I've ever heard.  I swore I'd never do that to another human being.

When I wrote my first two books, Shadowflesh and Forget Me Not, I weaved magic into the fabric of the story, blending the normal with the paranormal.  And I made sure there were no curtains to peek behind.  A world exists where magic is as normal as the leaves turning color in autumn.

That's the magic of writing and reading.  The illusions are real and magic should never be dashed away.  As a writer, I lose myself in the world I've created.  Spirits come to life, and when the shadows move there is no logical explanation, only an ethereal one.  And I never burden myself (or the reader) with empiricism.

So, for the magic that still exists within your life and the pages you read, embrace it, let it enchant you.  Reality will weigh a little less and the grays will go away if you promise yourself to never look behind the curtain.

Forget Me Not
Shadowflesh Series 
Book 2
Shawn Martin

Genre:  Young Adult Paranormal

Publisher:  Vinspire Publishing
Date of Publication:  March 31, 2014
ISBN:  0989063232
Number of pages:  308
Word Count: 73,500
Cover Artist:  Elaina Lee

Book Description:

Fortune has smiled on seventeen year old Aileen McCormick ever since Addison came back into her life, giving her the love she has so desperately longed for.  That is, until a mysterious man slithers across her path and slips a spellbinding cameo around her neck.  The cameo holds more than just the image of an enchantress who hungers for souls.  It possesses a curse that strangles away every memory Aileen has of Addison.

Addison, a three hundred year old fugitive from the netherworld, recognizes the wretched woman inside the cameo and the curse she has cast on his unsuspecting love.  The enchanted cameo has but one purpose:  to torment Aileen with hints of love she can no longer recall.   

Aileen cannot escape the deadly cameo.  She runs for her life with the curse only a breath away.  If she truly wants her memory back, the enchantress is all too willing to restore it.  It will cost her, though.  Cost her everything.

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About the Author:

Shawn Martin calls Springfield, Missouri, home.  After graduating from Missouri State University with majors in Economics and Political Science, he bounced around the Midwest only to end up right where he started.

His day (and night) job is being a firefighter.  Aside from rescuing cats in trees and removing burnt pot roasts from ovens, he spends his time finding the hardest way to do the simplest of things.  The rest of his time is spent weaving words into another installment in the Shadowflesh Series.  Visit for a look into the author and his work.

twitter:  @martiniaff152

from Chapter 1

I couldn’t remember the last time I had been afraid of the dark.  It seemed like a lifetime ago, when shadows and demons consumed me at night, when the end of the world was but a breath away.  That was all before I met Addison.
From the very moment I literally fell into his arms, I had fallen hopelessly in love with him.  Hopelessly, carelessly, eternally in love with him.  And he loved me back.
Addison Wake had become my entire life, my reason for living.  I breathed in his love and exhaled his name.  My heart beat a passionate rhythm to which only he marched.  He danced into my dreams, stealing me away into the stars at the witching hour.  Since he had come back to me we had been inseparable.
The last amber leaves of autumn waved goodbye to the worst and best year of my life.  The year I lost my home, my friends, everything I thought I needed to live.  The year I discovered a grandmother I hardly knew.  The year I found new friends.  The year I fell in love.
The calendar gloated that Christmas was less than a month away, but who cared?  I looked forward to the first day of winter.  Or rather the longest night of the year.  Ever since finding out Santa was just a figment of my parents’ imagination, I didn’t have much use for the yuletide.  But I had always loved that long and wonderful night.  Addison had already set a date for that night, promising to take me to an air show in the day and onto the rooftop at night to teach me the constellations.
It was kind of embarrassing, but I had never really learned the stars.  Sure, I could spot the Big Dipper and hardly ever mistook the moon for a comet.  But that was the extent of my celestial knowledge.  Most of my time had been spent looking down rather than up, and I regretted that.  Just one more regret in the long list I had been working on in my seventeen years.  But all that was changing, and Addison was helping me one regret at a time.
To say I appreciated everything he had done for me would be an understatement.  He taught me how to drive a stick.  He trusted me with his deepest, darkest secrets.  He saved my life.  He fell in love with me, maybe even more than I had fallen in love with him.  If that was possible.
Mere words could do no justice for how I felt about Addison.  But that didn’t stop me from trying to tell him, or show him.  I poured my heart out into haiku almost daily.  I swirled his initials into the thighs of my worn jeans in three colors of permanent ink.  I learned to say “I love you” in twenty-one languages.
My most recent declaration of love cost me an entire paycheck.  I purchased a star.  Not the Hollywood kind starlets walked across in stilettos.  An actual star, in outer space, where no man has boldly gone before.
Bonnie Fay and Nicola had completely different reactions when I confessed what I had done.  Bonnie Fay wrinkled her nose and squinted at me, forcing the kind of smile that told me I was lame.  “Sounds kinda hokey,” she had said in her southern drawl.  “Sugar, if you’re gonna tease him with something he can’t have, don’t let it be a star.”
Nicola, the polar opposite to everything calm and conforming, had a completely different reaction.  She ached a sigh, crossed her hands over her heart, and fell backwards onto my bed.  “That is just so…”  She took a breath and clicked the heals of her combat boots.  I prayed she’d say something other than “hokey.”  “So… romantic.”  Then she wiped away a hint of her sentimentality before it had the chance to smear her dark eye make-up.  She had spent too long applying deadly Goth to have it ruined by a girly tear.
Yes, I bought my boyfriend a star.  It was a little star – I didn’t make that much money – cleverly hidden in the Scorpius constellation.  The website informed me the little speck could be seen near the horizon using a telescope the size of a small skyscraper.  But the heavenly body, now and forever known as “Addison Wake,” was indeed there.  It was my gift to him, a little piece of eternity that would smile down upon us every night until the stars all went out.
Okay, it was a little hokey.
But what could I have given to Addison Wake?  He wasn’t exactly like the other boys at Redcliff High.  To be perfectly clear, he was nothing at all like anyone on this mortal world.  Addison was a phantom, a fugitive from the netherworld, casually walking among the living as shadowflesh.  He willed his dark, mysterious ether into the tall, lean embodiment of perfection.  An immortal soul, yet vulnerable shadowflesh.
And no, I didn’t need my head examined… or maybe I did.
Addison was completely wrong for me, completely wrong for any living, breathing girl who had a fondness for staying alive.  The more I knew we shouldn’t be together, the more I was drawn to him.  Like a knot, the harder a person tried to pull it apart the tighter it got.
To show my love for Addison, I had to think of something as unique, something as ageless as he.  Haiku hadn’t cut it.  And it wasn’t like I could burn him a CD of my favorite music and expect it to mean anything in a year, or a decade, or a century.  But a star, it would be forever.
And when that long and wonderful night finally came and Addison showed me the constellations, I would surprise him with his star, pointing to the part of the sky where the tiny speck was supposed to be.
I had no idea how he would react.  Maybe he’d shrug or look at me as if I had lost my mind.  Or maybe he’d arch one eyebrow higher than the other over his smoky blue eyes and kiss me.  It would be cold, December nights get that way, so he would undoubtedly drape his leather flight jacket over my shoulders and wrap me in his strong arms, and I would kiss him back like I had never kissed him before, like I would never kiss him again.  And perhaps that would be the night.  The night.
I no longer feared the darkness.  As a matter of fact, I looked forward it.  The longest, darkest night of the year waited for me, and that should have been my happily ever after.  But fate can be a funny, cruel thing.

Tour giveaway:

10 print or ebook copies of the book – winner’s choice (Print US Shipping Only)

10 bookmarks (ebook marks available, print bookmarks US Shipping Only)
Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Not your common faery ~guest post by paranormal fantasy author Juli D. Revezzo

I'm very happy to have Juli D. Revezzo back today to share about her fae adventures in her new release, Changeling's Crown.

Not your common faery

by Juli D. Revezzo

Faeries have been around for ages, so we as observers have a certain view of them. But there are many kinds of faeries. For instance, the pretty, winged beings, the ones that populate pre-Raphaelite art and books. Those beings flit around almost like human bees.

And there are those who dance around toadstools at night. They are probably the most famous. Is it because they’ve been known to steal humans away? The stories say so, and goodness knows, such revelries can leave a partier’s memory quite hazy.

These beings also mixed with other mythologies. Specifically the type of faery we find in faery tales like Charles Perrault’s Cinderella. He turned the faery into a guardian not unlike the Fates. The result was a demotion, of sorts, to a benevolent mentor—the faery godmother. She is, according to author William Indick, “both a replacement mother for the archetypal abandoned heroine, and someone who can help her gain her every desire.” (p. 96).  In some stories, the faery godmother even refuses to help the princess she’s assigned to. (Not exactly the faery godmother any of us would want to have, I’m sure!)

So, there you have two sides, the mischievous and the benevolent fae.  I wondered, with such pressure upon these mentors, what if one couldn’t take it? Is there a specific temperament a faery godmother is supposed to have? And if so, can she conform to the perfect picture of a faery if she doesn’t have it built into her? This question permeated the story of CHANGELING’S CROWN as I began to write. My faery godmother, Ianthe, tries very hard to do everything expected of a faery godmother, but no matter how badly she wants it, she just never quite feels comfortable with the faery godmother lifestyle and duties.  She likes to do what she likes to do and that sometimes runs afoul of the “rules”. I guess that kind of life can be hard to live up to, for a gal who likes a little mischief now and then. ;)


When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.
But why?

Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.

Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?


Stymied for the moment, [Ianthe] turned to her kitchen, set a pot on the stove, and mixing bowls out to work on her contribution to the school’s party. She filled the pot with milk and set it to boil.
Another thunderclap and the power fizzled.
The room went dark.
Oh, for Thumbelina’s sake!
Ianthe tugged open the nearest drawer, feeling for a box of matches. Nothing.
She searched another drawer. Nothing.
She slammed the drawer shut and snapped her fingers. A tiny glow flickered to life at the end of her thumb. She crept into the living room and set the flame to her trio of candles. The fae lights blinked in a triple-branched tea light candelabra. The food, though—
Why, oh, why did King Heath insist they couldn’t give the humans anything by magic that they could procure themselves?
A million recipes flew through her mind. She could finish any one in moments with a little faery ingenuity. Any one would do to fulfill her promised contribution for the party. No. Forbidden.

Dear Ms. Siabelle,
Please see if you can convince His Majesty to revoke that silly rule.

There, she said to herself, send her that when you have a chance.
She rummaged in her pantry for anything to replace the custard she’d promised to make. And keep it cool in what until the power comes back?
She sighed and stepped back, hands on hips. She’d just have to work on it tomorrow. Unless…
She peered out the window and snapped the curtain shut so none of her human neighbors could see her at work. She tapped the stove’s front burner. The burner turned red as it heated. The milk in the pot simmered away.
Humming, she went to her refrigerator, and tapped its small light bulb. The light snapped on; the motor whirred. Ianthe smiled and pulled forth three cage-free eggs. She broke their shells and slipped the whites into a boiler pot. Five minutes should do it.
Now, what to do about Randall and Mallory? The situation proved worse than she first thought. Though they acted civil at the paddock’s fence as she tested the horse, they hadn’t worked together today to save her. Wouldn’t that have been a perfect opportunity for them to do so? No. Mallory had enlisted Briak’s help.
And what about Briak? He shouldn’t’ve worried about me. That he’d calmed the horse himself was nice, but why on Earth didn’t he let Mallory drive her back to the office? She didn’t need such a handsome distraction right now. Especially a human one. Her parents wouldn’t like that.
And then there was Mallory. The woman had a serious brownie in her bonnet about both Randall and Briak. Men stick together, is that why she snapped at Randall’s second in command? Or, was she only worried about the horse’s well-being?
Ianthe shook her head. “That poor horse,” she muttered.
If Randall doesn’t have to put it out of its misery because of Geldon’s violation, I’ll be surprised.
Ianthe shuddered. Possession by Geldon. Son of a goblin, was there anything worse?
The milk bubbled on the stove. She added it to the eggs and sprinkled in some cinnamon.
The couple needed money to fix the stables, Randall had said. Surely, the ranch made enough to cover its bills and then some. The children she’d seen milling around had seemed so enamored with the horses, was that not an example of the ranch’s popularity?
So what was the problem?
In no time, she had the first bowl of custard finished and set in the refrigerator to cool. She decided it might not be enough for everyone attending the party and put a second pot of water on to boil.
How on Earth could Randall want for anything, except of course the love of a good—
“What are you doing?”
Geldon’s voice brought her up short and Ianthe screamed and spun toward the speaker. Her heart pounded in her chest and she leaned against the counter, glaring at him. “What am I doing? What are you doing, you arrogant, son of a goblin?”
He laid a hand to his breast, his eyes wide and innocent.
She knew better.
“Me?” he said. “I just wondered when dinner would be ready.”
“Or if you could scare the life out of me?”
Geldon ignored the question, brushing dust from his gaudy gold silk vest. “You, on the other hand.” He narrowed his eyes at the pot. Ianthe stepped in front of it, shielding its contents from his filthy snort. He leaned sideways, trying again for a peek. “You’re breaking rules all over the place, aren’t you?”

CHANGELING’S CROWN can be found at: Amazon   Amazon UK   Barnes and Noble

And if you’d like to add it to your Good Reads To-Be-Read list, you can do so here:

About Juli D. Revezzo:

Juli D. Revezzo has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and the classics and has a soft spot for classic the “Goths” of the 19th century. Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, The Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine and Luna Station Quarterly. Her paranormal series Antique Magic and Harshad Wars are available now. CHANGELING’S CROWN is her first published new adult novel. She also has an article and book review or two out there. But her heart lies in the storytelling. She is a member of Independent Authors Network and Magic Appreciation Tour.

You can find out more about her at her homepage:

On Twitter: @julidrevezzo

Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

SALE! Seeking a Scribe: Enchanted Bookstore Legend One is on sale this week!

Get involved with the adventure, magic, dragons, wizards, and romance!

Today through August 25th, Seeking a Scribe, my first Enchanted Bookstore Legend is on sale for $1.99. 

Available on Amazon.

Seeking a Scribe: Enchanted Bookstore Legend One by Marsha A. Moore

Genre: epic fantasy romance


Lyra McCauley is a writer and loves fantasy novels, but until she opens a selection from bookstore owner Cullen Drake, she has no idea he’s a wizard character who lives a double life inside that volume…or the story’s magic will compel her from the edge of depression to adventure, danger, and love. 

His gift to Lyra, the Book of Dragonspeir, was actually her copy, misplaced years ago. Lost in her pain following divorce and death, she fails to recognize him as her childhood playmate from the fantasyland. Friendship builds anew. Attraction sparks. But Lyra doubts whether a wizard is capable of love. She’s torn—should she protect her fragile heart or risk new love? 

Opening the book’s cover, she confronts a quest: save Dragonspeir from destruction by the Black Dragon before he utilizes power of August’s red moon to expand his strength and overthrow the opposing Imperial Dragon. Lyra accepts the challenge, fearing Cullen will perish if evil wins. Along with magical animal guides, Cullen helps her through many perils, but ultimately Lyra must use her own power…and time is running out.

Information about the Enchanted Bookstore Legends:

The Enchanted Bookstore Legends are about Lyra McCauley, a woman destined to become one of five strong women in her family who possess unique magical abilities and serve as Scribes in Dragonspeir. The Scribes span a long history, dating from 1200 to present day. Each Scribe is expected to journey through Dragonspeir, both the good and evil factions, then draft a written account. Each book contains magic with vast implications. 

Lyra was first introduced to Dragonspeir as a young girl, when she met the high sorcerer, Cullen Drake, through a gift of one of those enchanted books. Using its magic, he escorted her into the parallel world of Dragonspeir. Years later, she lost that volume and forgot the world and Cullen. These legends begin where he finds her again—she is thirty-five, standing in his enchanted bookstore, and Dragonspeir needs her.  

When Lyra reopens that enchanted book, she confronts a series of quests where she is expected to save the good Alliance from destruction by the evil Black Dragon. While learning about her role, Lyra and Cullen fall in love. He is 220 years old and kept alive by Dragonspeir magic. Cullen will die if Dragonspeir is taken over by the evil faction…Lyra becomes the Scribe.

Click here to read an excerpt. 

Purchase Links for books in the series:

Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy and fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Read her ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS for adventurous, epic fantasy romance. Or enjoy a magical realism tale of a haunted yoga studio with SHADOWS OF SERENITY. For a FREE ebook sample of her writing, read her historic fantasy short story, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.