IndieWritersReview Spotlight! Fey by Kirsten Weiss (Cozy Witch Mystery)(Flash Fiction Feature/Rafflecopter Giveaway!)


Hello guys! Well in the spirit of the season, today IndieWritersReview is participating as a host for  a little  Halloween Flash Fiction! Check out  Wherein Jayce Battles a Phooka Halloween Flash Fiction from the Witches of Doyle By Kirsten Weiss! 🙂 (Bewitching Book Tours).

 

 
 
Wherein Jayce Battles a Phooka
Halloween Flash Fiction from the Witches
of Doyle

By Kirsten Weiss

 

 
***
“Well, you
didn’t have to answer so honestly,” I grumped. My sister Karin could be bossy.
A farmer
wandered the pumpkin patch beneath a full, harvest moon, his curses floating on
the warm, night air. He prodded a smashed rind with his boot.
Jaw clenched, I
scanned the ruined field and jammed my phone into the apron of my French maid
outfit. Hey, when you’re a real witch, there’s no point to dressing as
something supernatural. Besides, Halloween night was supposed to be time for
sexy fun with my boyfriend, Brayden, not for playing monster-cop.
My chest
tightened. Brayden and I were solid. Totally. But I’d sort of missed our last
two dates due to unforeseen magical circumstances, and Halloween was a special
time for us. I couldn’t let him down again.
I plastered on a
smile and waved to the farmer. “Did any pumpkins survive?”
“Damned kids!”
In other words,
no.
My phone
vibrated again. Ignoring the text, I knelt beside a tiny pumpkin the vandal had
overlooked. I picked it up, brushed off the soil. Since I was an earth witch,
plants liked me. I closed my eyes and focused on the pumpkin. Was there magic
here?
“You! You!
Stop!”
My head jerked
up.
The farmer raced
toward a scarecrow by the side of the dirt road. The scarecrow lifted its arms
and smashed a pumpkin to the ground.
“Damn it.” It
was magic. I leapt to my feet and sprinted toward the scarecrow. Was this a new
trick? The local fairies animating scarecrows?
A shadow swept
through the darkness in a clatter of hooves. Bells tinkling, a wagon flashed
between us.
I skidded to a
halt, teetering inches from the moving hayride, loaded with giggling kids and
beaming parents and jingling harnesses.
The pumpkin
split in my hand, and I jumped. My hair lifted at the nape of my neck. What the
hell?
The hayride
passed.
A shimmer of
light flitted behind the scarecrow and vanished into the nearby woods.
I cocked my head
and shivered. What was that? Dropping the pumpkin’s remains, I hurried forward.
The scarecrow
slumped and dropped the pumpkin in her hands. And it was a her, a real her in a
scarecrow outfit, and not, as I’d thought, a scarecrow come to life.
“What? Where am
I?” She glared at me. “What did you do?”
“Nothing!”
Typical. I always got blamed.
The farmer
roared forward, arms swinging. The scarecrow sprinted away, which seemed like
smart thinking.
I checked my
phone and texted my sister.
***
Seriously.
Crappiest pep talk ever. And where was I supposed to get iron?
The hayride
clattered to a halt. Its driver helped the riders out and handed each a
horseshoe.
Iron. I jogged
to the wagon.
“Hey,” I said,
chest heaving.
The driver
smiled at my costume. “Hay is for horses.”
Yay. A comedian.
“Can I have a horseshoe?”
“Did you buy a
ticket?”
“Please, it’s
super important.” That I make my date. Okay, and that I de-possess innocent
Doyle-ites. Oh yeah, and send the stupid fairy back to wherever it came from.
“No ticket, no
ride, no lucky horseshoe.”
“Fine,” I
snapped and rummaged in my frilly apron for some bills. “How much—wait, are
they real horseshoes? Iron horseshoes?”
“Sure.”
I handed over
the money and got my shoe. “Perfect.” I raced into the oak forest.
The light dodged
through a vineyard, between rows of twisted vines, and vanished behind a rise.
I jogged over
the hill into another pumpkin patch.
A middle-aged
woman in a plaid shirt, jeans, and vest hurled a pumpkin to the ground.
Aghast, I gaped
at the wreckage. At least a quarter of the field was already destroyed, rinds
and seeds and orange strings tangled on the ground.
“Catch!” I
pitched the horseshoe at the woman.
She plucked it
from the air and tossed it over her shoulder. The woman kicked a pumpkin.
Okay then. No on
the iron. Or that guy had lied about the horseshoe.
My phone chimed,
a gentle cascade of notes, and my insides fluttered. I didn’t need to check the
screen. Brayden was the only person I knew who called instead of texting. He
was old-fashioned that way. It was super cute.
The pumpkin in
the woman’s raised hands exploded, raining down on her head. Her mouth opened,
and the orb flew from her throat.
She stumbled and
rubbed her forehead. “What…? My pumpkins! Who smashed my pumpkins?”
Keeping an eye
on the wavering light, I answered the phone. “Hey there,” I said, trying for a
low purr. But it’s hard to be sexy surrounded by smashed squash.
“Jayce.”
Brayden’s voice rumbled. “Am I in the wrong spot?”
My belly heated,
turning liquid. “Sorry. My bad. I’m on my way.”
He laughed
softly. “I’ll wait. See you at Antoine’s.” He hung up.
The fairy light
bobbed up a forest trail, along a stream.
I looked down
the hill, where my F-150 was parked, and bit the inside of my cheek. If I
ditched my fairy quest, I could be at Antoine’s in ten minutes.
The light
vanished around a bend.
I swore and
charged up the inky trail. But the blasted light kept ahead of me.
The trail
changed, ribboning past cottages and a miniature red waterwheel.
I jogged up the
stone steps from the creek to Main Street.
Across the road,
a deflating bouncy castle marked the entrance to a pumpkin patch. Old Mrs.
Biddlecreek raised her cane and brought it down on a pumpkin.
Frustrated, I
glanced at my phone. It was nearly midnight. I was sweaty. My maid’s outfit was
a wreck. Antoine’s, a small town bar, would be closing soon. I was so screwed.
How had I gotten
stuck with fairy-removal duty? I didn’t know what I was doing. Iron was a bust.
And I’d no idea why the fairy had left its first two hosts. Not because of me,
that was for sure.
My phone pinged,
and my muscles tensed. I really needed to choose a text tone that was more
relaxing, like my chimes…
Chimes.
The first time
the fairy had left, horses had trotted past, bells jingling. And the second
time, Brayden had called, and my chime tones had rung.
Mrs. Biddlecreek
whacked another pumpkin.
If I was going
to get rid of the fairy for good, I needed bigger bells.
I scanned
through cat videos, political screeds… “Ha!” I turned up the volume and thrust
my phone toward the old lady. Winchester Cathedral’s bells bonged from my
phone’s speaker.
The old woman
clapped her hands to her ears. A ball of light flew from Mrs. Biddlecreek’s
mouth. The light quivered, pulsing, then shrunk to nothing, popping out of our
world’s existence.
The pumpkin
patch exploded, pelting me with an orange mess.
“Augh!” I
ducked, too late.
Mrs. Biddlecreek
blinked and shook a pumpkin rind off her cane.
“Jayce?”
Brayden, dressed like Zorro, strode down the sidewalk. Even beneath the black
mask, I’d know his broad shoulders and confident stride anywhere.
Frantically, I
brushed slimy orange from my maid’s outfit. “Brayden! You came looking for me?”
“Whoa.” He
plucked a string of seeds from my hair, and his emerald eyes sparkled. “What
happened?”
“It was sort of…
uh… a magical problem.”
His handsome
face creased. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was worried.”
I motioned
toward the pumpkin patch. “I didn’t want to ruin your Halloween with… this.”
“Ruin?” He
pulled me close, getting pumpkin on his silky white shirt. “All I want is to be
part of your magic.” He kissed me, sending a shockwave through my body.
“Is that all?” I
whispered.
He peeled
another string of orange goo from my shoulder. “And get you into the shower.”
*****

 

Read about Jayce and her magical sister in The
Witches of Doyle cozy mystery novels. Book 5, Fey, arrives on October 28th,
just in time for Halloween!
 

Fey

The Witches of Doyle

Book 5

Kirsten Weiss

 

 

 

Genre: cozy witch mystery

 

Publisher: Misterio Press
Date of Publication: October 28, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-944767-34-1
ASIN: B07GBHMJZZ
Number of pages: 192
Word Count: 61,000
Cover Artist: Dar Albert
Tagline: This witch will do anything for a normal life with the man she loves. But when you’re on fairy patrol, normal is relative.
Book Description:
This witch will do anything for a normal life with the man she loves. But when you’re on fairy patrol, normal is relative.
Witch Jayce Bonheim has packed away her candles, crystals and cauldrons. With her boyfriend recovering from a hex, she’s determined to build a sane and magic-free life for them both.
But when a horde of troublemaking gnomes invades the small town of Doyle, it’s up to Jayce and her magical sisters to send them packing.
After the gnomes lead Jayce to a murdered employee from her own café, she’s plunged into an investigation that lands her in the sheriff’s crosshairs. And Jayce must catch a killer before the sheriff’s brewing witch hunt nets a very real witch.
Fey is book 5 in The Witches of Doyle cozy mystery novels. Buy Fey and start reading this quirky witch mystery today!
Spells included at the back of the book.
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About the Author:

 

Kirsten Weiss has never met a dessert she didn’t like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer re-runs and drinking red wine. The latter gives her heartburn, but she drinks it anyway.
Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes genre-blending cozy mystery, supernatural and steampunk suspense, mixing her experiences and imagination to create vivid worlds of fun and enchantment.
If you like funny cozy mysteries, check out her Pie Town, Paranormal Museum and Wits’ End books. If you’re looking for some magic with your mystery, give the Witches of Doyle, Riga Hayworth and Rocky Bridges books a try. And if you like steampunk, the Sensibility Grey series might be for you.
Kirsten sends out original short stories of mystery and magic to her mailing list. If you’d like to get them delivered straight to your inbox, make sure to sign up for her newsletter at kirstenweiss.com
Feel free to follow her on Twitter @KirstenWeiss or Bookbub, get in touch on Facebook, post a picture of this book to Instagram and tag her @kirstenweissauthor, or send her an email. She’ll answer you personally…which may be a good or a bad thing, depending on your perspective.

Twitter: http://twitter.com/KirstenWeiss    

 

 

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IndieWritersReview’s Spotlight! Dragon’s Shadow by Allison Morse(RABT Virtual Tour) Excerpt Feature


Hello guys, I’m very excited that IndieWritersReview is participating as one of the hosts for The Dragon’s Shadow RABT Virtual Book Tour!

 

 

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Tween High Fantasy / YA
Date Published: September 24, 2018
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
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Royal twins ripped apart at birth become reluctant champions of good and evil.
Kylie, a teenage science geek, has no faith in people. Instead, she relies on what she trusts the most, the facts––what she can see, touch, and hear but never feel. With enough pain to deal with in her own world, she is thrust into another––a kingdom at war whose strange inhabitants fear one thing the most––the return of the dragon.  All of this is illogical to Kylie, but even more so, when she discovers she belongs there.
Her brother, Prince Jarlon, journeys to kill the dragon who has laid waste to his kingdom.  His only hope for destroying the beast is help from his sister, whom he has never met. Will their paths cross before the beast’s malevolence infects Kylie and turns her into his creature or will Jarlon have to destroy her, too?
Advance Praise
“A heartwarming fantasy adventure featuring winning characters.” – Kirkus Review



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Jarlon’s Kingdom Attacked.

A deafening screech sounded. Jarlon’s limbs vibrated from the piercing cry of a teledicthus. The dragon’s minions.

The twenty-foot-high shelves rumbled, and books rained down. Screams came from outside the library door. “Jarlon you must escape,” the king commanded. “Go into the forest and find the Lady of the Eyes. I need you safe. Go.”

The library doors flew open. A teledicthus, flapping large leather wings and screeching its horrible wail, flew into the room. The monster’s red face featured a mouth that was more like a barracuda than that of a bird. Its lower jaw was longer than the top, and both were lined with a double row of razor-sharp teeth. The creature’s large, black eyes darted about, then settled directly on the prince.

The master of arms pushed Jarlon toward the doorway, but the giant bird swooped closer. The soldier lifted his sword.

Too late.

The teledicthus swiped. Blood sprayed from the soldier’s shoulder, and he fell. The bird screamed in triumph and flew upward, preparing to attack again.

Jarlon leapt to the soldier’s aid. Using a sleeve of his waistcoat, he made a tourniquet by tying it around the man’s arm to stop the bleeding.

The Sword of Legends in his hand, the king yelled to Jarlon to run and hide.

Jarlon looked up and saw the glistening teeth of the giant bird come closer. Blood covered the bottom double row. The beast then closed its mouth, and the blood vanished. The creature dove toward him.

Unsheathing his sword, Jarlon waited for his moment to strike. The wind from the teledicthus’ wings whisked across his cheek and a touch of saliva brushed his arm. He swung his saber at the bird’s neck.

The teledicthus dropped in midair to dodge the blade. Still, the bird did not avoid the sharp blow to the back of his head as Jarlon hit downward.

“Maglot!” he swore. He hit the bird squarely but with the flat side of his sword. The sharp end had failed to pierce the beast’s skin.

The teledicthus flew up and out of reach. A second screeching bird swooped into the room, and the two circled their prey, their sights set on the king.

Jarlon ran toward his uncle. Everything slowed. His heart pounded.

The teledicthus dove closer and closer still.

With arm held upward, Jarlon placed his body and his sword in front of the king, waiting for the beasts’ jaws to tear into his flesh. Instead, his uncle shoved him to the floor, and Jarlon watched the king ram the Sword of Legends into one of the great birds.

The bird fell dead.

Jarlon pushed himself to his feet but not in time.

The other teledicthus sliced into his uncle’s chest, leaving a gash that exploded in red and ran down the king’s robe. His uncle was dead!

A scream, more primal than any teledicthus could make, erupted from Jarlon. “No!”

The giant bird flew back to the roof of the library.

Watching it circle above, Jarlon held his sword tightly and waited to die. Then the stone floor rumbled beneath him. Something grabbed his leg.

“Jarlon!”

Tryff! Where was he?

Jarlon looked down. A stone from the floor had been removed. He scrambled through the opening and dove into the darkness.

 

 

About The Author:

Allison Morse is the author of three very different novels: Fallen Star a Hollywood Gothic mystery, The Sweetheart Deal, a Rom/Com and Dragon’s Shadow a YA Fantasy & Adventure all published by The Wild Rose Press. She lives with her wonderful husband in a house in the hills filled with books.

 

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IndieWritersReview Spotlight! THE DRAGON’S SHADOW by Allison Morse (RABT Book Tour Blitz) Raffle-copter Giveaway!


Happy Tuesday! I’m so happy that IndieWritersReview is one of the host for THE DRAGON’S SHADOW by Allison Morse (RABT Book Tour). Check out the excerpt and awesome giveaway below!

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Tween High Fantasy / YA
Date Published: September 24, 2018
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
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Royal twins ripped apart at birth become reluctant champions of good and evil.
Kylie, a teenage science geek, has no faith in people. Instead, she relies on what she trusts the most, the facts––what she can see, touch, and hear but never feel. With enough pain to deal with in her own world, she is thrust into another––a kingdom at war whose strange inhabitants fear one thing the most––the return of the dragon.  All of this is illogical to Kylie, but even more so, when she discovers she belongs there.
Her brother, Prince Jarlon, journeys to kill the dragon who has laid waste to his kingdom.  His only hope for destroying the beast is help from his sister, whom he has never met. Will their paths cross before the beast’s malevolence infects Kylie and turns her into his creature or will Jarlon have to destroy her, too?
Advance Praise
“A heartwarming fantasy adventure featuring winning characters.” – Kirkus Review
Excerpt
A deafening screech sounded. Jarlon’s limbs vibrated from the piercing cry of a teledicthus. The dragon’s minions.
The twenty-foot-high shelves rumbled, and books rained down. Screams came from outside the library door. “Jarlon you must escape,” the king commanded. “Go into the forest and find the Lady of the Eyes. I need you safe. Go.”
The library doors flew open. A teledicthus, flapping large leather wings and screeching its horrible wail, flew into the room. The monster’s red face featured a mouth that was more like a barracuda than that of a bird. Its lower jaw was longer than the top, and both were lined with a double row of razor-sharp teeth. The creature’s large, black eyes darted about, then settled directly on the prince.
The master of arms pushed Jarlon toward the doorway, but the giant bird swooped closer. The soldier lifted his sword.
Too late.
The teledicthus swiped. Blood sprayed from the soldier’s shoulder, and he fell. The bird screamed in triumph and flew upward, preparing to attack again.
Jarlon leapt to the soldier’s aid. Using a sleeve of his waistcoat, he made a tourniquet by tying it around the man’s arm to stop the bleeding.
The Sword of Legends in his hand, the king yelled to Jarlon to run and hide.
Jarlon looked up and saw the glistening teeth of the giant bird come closer. Blood covered the bottom double row. The beast then closed its mouth, and the blood vanished. The creature dove toward him.
Unsheathing his sword, Jarlon waited for his moment to strike. The wind from the teledicthus’ wings whisked across his cheek and a touch of saliva brushed his arm. He swung his saber at the bird’s neck.
The teledicthus dropped in midair to dodge the blade. Still, the bird did not avoid the sharp blow to the back of his head as Jarlon hit downward.
“Maglot!” he swore. He hit the bird squarely but with the flat side of his sword. The sharp end had failed to pierce the beast’s skin.
The teledicthus flew up and out of reach. A second screeching bird swooped into the room, and the two circled their prey, their sights set on the king.
Jarlon ran toward his uncle. Everything slowed. His heart pounded.
The teledicthus dove closer and closer still.
With arm held upward, Jarlon placed his body and his sword in front of the king, waiting for the beasts’ jaws to tear into his flesh. Instead, his uncle shoved him to the floor, and Jarlon watched the king ram the Sword of Legends into one of the great birds.
The bird fell dead.
Jarlon pushed himself to his feet but not in time.
The other teledicthus sliced into his uncle’s chest, leaving a gash that exploded in red and ran down the king’s robe. His uncle was dead!
A scream, more primal than any teledicthus could make, erupted from Jarlon. “No!”
The giant bird flew back to the roof of the library.
Watching it circle above, Jarlon held his sword tightly and waited to die. Then the stone floor rumbled beneath him. Something grabbed his leg.
“Jarlon!”
Tryff! Where was he?
Jarlon looked down. A stone from the floor had been removed. He scrambled through the opening and dove into the darkness.
About the Author

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Allison Morse is the author of three very different novels: Fallen Star a Hollywood Gothic mystery, The Sweetheart Deal, a Rom/Com and Dragon’s Shadow a YA Fantasy & Adventure all published by The Wild Rose Press. She lives with her wonderful husband in a house in the hills filled with books.










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Purchase Links
RABT Book Tours & PR

 

IndieWritersReview’s Spotlight! A Light in the Darkness by Lisa A. Sniderman(Review)


Hey guys! I’m excited that IndieWritersReview is hosting A Light in the Darkness by awarding winning musician, playwright, author Lisa A. Sniderman (Aoede). I give my thoughts below on her new release!

 

When the music changesso does the dance”  African proverb

A Light in the Darkness

by Lisa A. Sniderman

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In 2008, singer-songwriter Lisa Sniderman was living the dream in California. As Aoede, the Muse of Song, her star as a gifted recording artist was rising fast. Lisa’s quirky folk-pop performance style electrified audiences up and down the West Coast, and the albums just kept flowing. But just when her career was rocketing skyward, a health crisis brought all of her dreams crashing to the ground. Diagnosed with a rare, debilitating immune disorder called dermatomyositis (DM), Lisa struggled to maintain a normal life with a body in revolt and, eventually, to accept a new normal. Living with a chronic illness challenged Lisa to see DM as a gift in disguise that has opened the door to new dreams, new songs, and new opportunities. Lisa’s story is for you if you seek strength, new inspiration, hope, joy, healing, and if you or someone you love struggle with a chronic illness, disability, or unexpected life events. Her insights and reflections on her journey inspire hope and the courage to keep dreaming and living to the fullest no matter what life hurls at you.

PRAISE FOR A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

“Chronic illness challenges us in so many ways, but need not define who we are and what we have to offer. Sniderman is an inspiration. Her memoir provides an honest window into the power of the human spirit through real life examples and wisdom to reimagine what is possible.”
— Keith W. L. Rafal, MD, MPH, Founder of Our Heart Speaks, http://www.ourheartspeaks.org

“Caring for a son with Juvenile dermatomyositis, I was overcome with the truth and rawness (and tears) of Sniderman’s moving story. Her words are uplifting, compelling, engaging, and illuminating for anyone living with chronic illness and for those who love them.”
— Shannon Malloy, Cure JM Foundation

“Sniderman shares valuable wisdom in her open and honest account about overcoming the adversity of living with a chronic illness. A truly inspirational story of the healing power of music and creativity and finding your true purpose.”
— Tom Willner, cancer survivor and author of Having A Ball At Thirty

“A personal and poignant meditation on healing and hope. Sniderman’s brilliant account will surely enlarge empathy, so that more can understand what it means to live with and triumph over struggles.”
— Kabir Sehgal, New York Times and Wall Street Journal bestselling author and Grammy Award winner

“As a former psychological counselor, poet, and mother of a child with Juvenile Myositis, I am thrilled by Lisa’s book. Her story of both living with a chronic illness and finding ways to harness and express her talents to encourage and inspire others is a gift. I know many kids and adults will not only resonate with her story but will be uplifted by it and will find ways to let ‘their lights shine’ too. This is an important and necessary story, not just for people with Dermatomyositis, but for anyone who struggles with, or loves someone with a chronic illness.”
— Suzanne Edison, MA, MFA, Cure JM Board of Directors

“Sniderman’s ability to overcome impossible obstacles is nothing short of miraculous. Her positive outlook on life and remarkable passion for the arts has truly helped in her recovery. I highly recommend reading A Light in the Darkness. You will find it to be a transformative experience.”
— Tim Battersby, Grammy nominee and novelist

“Lisa Sniderman’s inspiring life lessons portray the story of struggle, relentless determination and perseverance, leading to her success lifting herself up. Her artistic life is an inspiration to others and an encouraging testament to never giving up in this beautiful universe to make the best out of this life despite challenges.”
— Rupam Sarmah Music Director, composer, filmmaker

 

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REVIEW

A Light in the Darkness by the awarding winning musician, playwright, author Lisa A. Sniderman, (Aoede) inspired warring emotions within me as I read. I alternated between joy and tears! Ms. Sniderman gives her personal journey on living with the effects of Dermatomyositis, a muscle disease, and inflammation response to cell damage. She starts with her personal philosophy of setting goals, visions and creating opportunities to realize her dreams, and giving it all she has in the pursuit of those dreams. So when diagnosed with DM she explains how she had to adapt to a “new normal” of doctor’s visits, drug therapies and increasing fear and doubt of whether she will be able to continue being all that she could in her daily life and career. But she persevered and with the support of family, friends and those in her network, Ms. Sniderman continued to set and achieve her dreams.

I believe that everyone comes to a point where he/she may hit a wall. Going after dreams takes courage and when those achievements aren’t happening the way one might envision, it’s easy to want to give up. But when reading A Light in the Darkness, and reading the story of someone who refused to give up on being who she always meant to be, no matter the limitations in body or the doubts in her mind. It inspires the reader to take that next step and keep moving. It inspires the reader not to give up. It inspires the reader to be brave in the pursuit of the life they desire and the pursuit of who they want to be. I am grateful to Ms. Sniderman for sharing her journey and being an inspiration to those who may be dealing with the same challenge physically, as well as being an inspiration to all readers who may need encouragement not to give up on their dreams.

I fully recommend A Light in the Darkness as a must to be read and to share with those who could use a little inspiration and hope!

IndieWritersReview’s Spotlight! Kadupul Cover and Trailer Reveal!


Hello guys! Well here’s something a little different at IndieWritersReview. Today’s spotlight is on a short independent film called Kadupul produced by 4CWMedia Production, BRJproductions and cinematography by Luz Pictura Productions which releases on July 24th 2018! Take a peek at the poster and trailer below! Stay connected and leave a like for updates on events, releases and giveaways at 4CWMedia Productions on Face Book

What’s it about?

Summary: Short term memory loss and an inability to look at herself in mirrors or old pictures; this is College Sophomore Klarissa Bloom’s life after surviving a physical assault in her freshman year. However, she’s now determined to prove to her parents that she can handle her return to school.

But recovery is not a straight path, it’s one with dips and twists. A journey, not a final destination.  With the help of her friends,Ravyen, Xander and Julian, Klarissa finds strength to identify with her passion for dance, not the assault…

But will she be able to pick up the picture and see who she was before, while trying to build a life that’s new?

KADUPUL

Let Your Passion Define You

Release date July 24th!

Produced by 4CWMedia Productions and BRJProductions

Cinematography by Luz Pictura Productions

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IndieWritersReview’s Music Monday Spotlight!


Happy Monday Guys! Got a new music spotlight for you! Today’s feature is  Atella – The Monster from EskimoRecordings@Atellatweets

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Out now. Buy here: https://itunes.apple.com/be/album/the… Vinyl: http://www.juno.co.uk/products/atella… Early support from Tensnake, The Aston Shuffle, Satin Jackets, NTEIBINT, Eelke Kleijn & more. We fell in love with Norwegian Atella after hearing just a few notes. With her enchanting voice, Kristiane lures you into a dreamlike state and lets you experience the seductive sound of Atella’s electronic pop music. ‘The Monster’ is their impressive first output and leaves us hungry for more. London based electronic soul music duo Stubborn Heart, signed to One Little Indian, seemed perfect to add breaks and bass to ‘The Monster’.

We are big fans of their debut album (which was crowned Album Of The Year at Gilles Peterson’s Worldwide Awards 2013), imagine how excited we were about their contribution. Xinobi, who runs the Discotexas label with Moullinex, recently did remarkable remixes for Agnes Obel and John Grant. His taste in music is rather eclectic, as are his productions. He strips Atella’s original to its core, leaving only the vocals behind. His rework is built around an uplifting piano lick and a ridiculously funky bassline. From Portugal with love.

The Monster is taken from ‘The Blue Collection’, the second installment in a new compilation series on Eskimo based around colours. It’s the follow-up to last year’s lauded ‘The Pink Collection’.

 

TRACKLIST 1. Atella – The Monster 2. Atella – The Monster (Stubborn Heart Remix) 3. Atella – The Monster (Xinobi Remix) Video credits: Director – Chris Ullens Black and White illustratior – Bill Porter Black and White illustration assistant – Dace Brakmane Colour illustratiors – Chris Ullens & Bill Porter Final compositing – Bill Porter http://www.facebook.com/atellamusic http://soundcloud.com/atella http://www.facebook.com/eskimorecordings http://www.eskimorecordings.be http://www.newsrecords.be/ http://www.facebook.com/NEWSrecords

IndieWritersReview’s Spotlight! Paradise Dreams by J Hale Turner!


Happy Wednesday All! Today IndieWriterseview is hosting Paradise Dreams by the very talented Inspirational Romance Author J Hale Turner!

Paradise Dreams

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Book Summary: Melanie Harris returns to the United States after recuperating from a tumultuous marriage, to care for her aging parents and maintain her writing career. During a visit to New York she is robbed, and before her attacker can pursue his other interest in her, Melanie is rescued by a handsome stranger. In the ensuring chaos, they are separated, leaving her to wonder if she will ever see him again.

Kendall Myers, handsome bachelor and owner of the fabulous White Sands Villas in Ocho Rios, spends life focusing on his work, his precocious eleven-year-old daughter, and his doting Aunt Beth. While in New York on business, he rescues a beautiful woman from a robbery, but before he can learn her name, she runs away, puzzling both Kendall and the police.

Paradise Dreams offers readers an inside view of two people who learn that it takes endurance, patience and forgiveness to regain faith in opening one’s heart to love.

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J Hale Turner, Fiction Writer for Family Enjoyment, has published seven books with new releases in the works for 2018.

She reissued romance novel, PARADISE DREAMS, under her label, JHT Books. It will also serve as forerunner for her new releases. She thanks her readers for their patience “and hope the wait will be worth it.”

Ms. Turner’s works include books for children and adult reading. BRIANNA’S DOLPHINS, is planned to be released this summer for young readers.  That being said, her stories are considered to be wholesome and clean, with lots of drama/suspense.

She continues to encourage family time for reading. Her belief is that family reading prompts questions and answers “and draws family closer through patience and motivational interactions.”

Updates will be announced on her website, http://www.jhaleturner.com, her YouTube vblogs, Facebook and Goodreads.

 

EXCERPT:

Melanie’s stomach rumbled as a reminder that she had missed breakfast and lunch.   Perhaps a bag of nabs would carry her over.  She released a sigh of relief when she spotted an ATM machine outside a nearby bank.

She entered the building’s side alcove, swiped her card, and awaited the cash.  In an instant, her face was rammed against the cold stone wall and the breath knocked out of her.

 

Her hands pulled behind her, rendered her helpless.  Melanie’s dulled senses finally started to clear, and she screamed.

“Shut up or I’ll cut your throat,” he threatened with a raspy voice, then rammed her against the machine.  He pried her money from her clutched hands.  She didn’t care.

Her attacker wanted more.  She felt him groping at her body.

Sudden desire for survival took over and she fought back.   Melanie forced another scream in the struggle, then instantly she felt his muscled frame move away.

In the midst of the madness, Melanie heard another man’s voice and a strange grunt that followed.  Her legs gave way as she slowly slid down, braced by a pair of strong arms.

Disoriented, Melanie struggled to gather her bearings.  Renewed, she screamed and fought harder against her attacker.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore, Miss.  I’m here to help you.”  The deep mellow voice poured over her like warm brandy.  Her eyes closed as tears streamed down her face.  Her body trembled as she allowed the kind stranger to straighten her should bag and return her scattered money to her trembling hands.

He removed his leather gloves and gently lifted her chin to examine her face.

“You need to have that looked at.  That’s a nasty scrape.”

The moment their eyes linked, Melanie felt another collapse coming from the intensity of his chocolate brown eyes laced with coal black lashes women vied for.

He protectively held her in one arm while he flipped out his cell and dialed the police with his free hand.  She felt safe.

The clean scent of his aftershave sent her thoughts reeling.   She did not want him to let go.

He held on to her until her trembling subsided, seemingly unaware of the effect he had on her.  His body felt strong beneath his camel hair coat.

She regretted his release.  Gaining her balance, she recognized her would-be attacker, slumped over and semi-conscious.  She gasped.

“He’s okay, jut resting until the police get here,” he said as if it was nothing, giving her a mischievous grin that made her heart skip a beat.

“And I’ll be happy to press charges.”

As he was escorting her out of the alcove, they saw blue uniforms approaching.  Of all things, so were the media, huddling around a loudmouth advocate against the bank’s haphazard location for the ATMs endangering the college community and surrounding businesses.

Her eyes darted around her.  The curious crowd of onlookers increased as did her fear of being questioned and recognized.  She relished her anonymity in the Big Apple.  This is not the time for media exposure—not again.  Did she not escape public humiliation to recover from her horrendous marriage, to heal and start life anew?

As the police approached, her handsome rescuer asked her to stay put as he walked toward the police, but she saw it as her chance to escape.

She slithered through curious glances until she was down the block.  At a safe distance, Melanie turned around hoping for the last look at her gallant black knight.

He stood tall and confident among the gathering crowd of spectators while the officers stood over the dazed assailant.  Just a glance at the tall figure stirred emotions she had willed dormant and forgotten.

Melanie watched his puzzled face search the onlookers and the street.  She ducked.  Her heart raced and tugged interchangeably.  She dreaded her cowardly flight, but could not risk being discovered.

Quickly, she headed around the corner and hailed a cab.

“Just my stupid luck,” she muttered.  Welcome to the Big Apple, kiddo.  Your first day back to your hometown and you get mugged, meet your prince charming and lose him all in a few minutes.

Nerves frayed, she searched in her bag for her cell.  Her attorney was in court, but her attorney’s assistant, Lill, immediately accepted her call.  Melanie rambled incoherently about her attack and gave the bank’s name and location.  She was assured immediate action would follow and advised not to worry and to see medical attention.

Lill’s compassionate voice helped ease a bit of Melanie’s angst before she disconnected.  She leaned back against the leather seat in the back of the cab and took deep breaths.  Her head pounded, and her body ached even more.  This wasn’t how her visit was supposed to end—to be driven into the sunset, leaving the man of her dreams behind.

 

 

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