Scarred Excerpt Tour

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ONE tropical island.
Placida Island’s gentle ocean breezes and rolling surf beckon to those who wish to reside in remote tropical serenity.

TWO men living in self-imposed exile.
Wearing twisted ropes of mutilated skin on his back and carrying devastating damage in his soul from severe childhood abuse, Matthew North lives alone in a rustic cabin on the shore, avoiding human contact.

Gender fluidity his perceived “crime” against family and friends, Vedie Wilson flees his childhood home so he can freely express his identity.

THREE persecutors seeking their warped view of justice.
Vedie’s past refuses to stay in the faraway city he left behind when family members, intent on forcing him to change, steal him from his island home.

TOO MANY scars to count.
Their beautiful faces masking deeply scarred souls, Matt and Vedie live in hiding from the world and each other.

Can they unite and embrace each other’s painful pasts, leaving the scars behind to find love?

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Vedie

I’m pretty sure he’s got a clue where I’m planning to go with my next question because he looks as nervous as a cat in a shower stall. “Let’s see…you’re from Marblehead, but you didn’t grow up there…and you won’t tell me why. You got a tattoo of a chameleon that hides in plain sight twisted all over your arm, and scars all over your back. You black out when shit gets too heavy. You’re not close to anybody, but you always gotta defend me when I’m attacked, like you’re super pissed off when folks mess with me.”

A full picture of the heart and soul of the man sitting beside me on the couch comes together in my brain. Maybe I’m no book scholar, but I’m no dumbass, either.

He turns to face me. His eyes look lighter and wider and more open than I’ve ever seen them. I wonder if he wants me to know his secret.

“You got abused.”

His jaw drops and his eyes get glassy.

“Ans somebody took you.”

His eyes roll back…and he’s gone.

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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—one in law school, another a professional dancer, a third studying at Mia’s alma mater, Boston College, and the baby finally off to college. (Yes, the nest is empty.) She publishes LGBTQ fiction and romance when not editing National Honor Society essays, offering opinions on college and law school applications, helping to create dance bios, and reviewing English papers. Her husband of twenty-five years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about this, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of young people who are challenged by the circumstances of their lives and relationships. She has a great affinity for the tortured hero in literature, and as a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with tales of tortured heroes and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She has NineStar Press to thank for providing an alternate place to stash her stories.

Her books have been featured in Kirkus Reviews magazine and have won Rainbow Awards for Best Transgender Contemporary Romance and Best YA Lesbian Fiction, a Reader Views’ Book by Book Publicity Literary Award, the Jack Eadon Award for Best Book in Contemporary Drama, an Indie Fab Award, a First Place Royal Dragonfly Award for Cultural Diversity, a First Place Story Monsters Purple Dragonfly Award for YA Fiction, among others.

Mia Kerick is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology. Contact Mia at miakerick@gmail.com or visit at www.miakerickya.com to see what is going on in Mia’s world. You can also check in with Mia at Twitter and Facebook. 

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Love for Christmas Excerpt Tour

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Five Christmas Romances from the heart warming to heart pounding:

A Witch for Christmas by Barb DeLong

Whimsical witch Abigail Goodbody must find her one true love by Christmas Eve or be doomed to a loveless future.

The Christmas Wish by Jill Jaynes

Southern California girl Allie hopes a magical Christmas ornament will bring her the Mr. Right she is hoping for.

A Vote for Love by Kathleen Harrington

In 1886 Montana, feisty Suffragette Paulette Winslow finds love where she least expects it.

Night Train to Hong Kong by Ottilia Scherschel

Sarah Crawford finds getting home for Christmas more dangerous than she bargained for on a Night Train to Hong Kong

Winter’s Warmth by Angela Shelley

Drawn to an abandoned mansion by mysterious Christmas cards, artifact hunter Alma meets a strangely familiar yet distant astronomer and his captor, a powerful, icy specter in a tale inspired by the myth of the Snow Queen.

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“Men are impossible!”

Paulette sailed out onto the boardwalk – smack-dab into a tall stranger, who grabbed her by the elbows to keep her from falling. Her precious signs drifted to the wet boards, landing in a puddle of snowmelt.

“Watch where you’re going, you big oaf!” Paulette tried to shove him away. “Now look what you’ve done!” Her heart sank as the paint smeared, blurring the carefully drawn posters she’d spent hours creating. Hoping to salvage something from the disaster, she bent to snatch them up.

“Whoa there, little filly!” the man said with a wide grin.  He scooped the soggy cardboard pieces up in his large hands and offered them to her. His dark eyes sparkled with merriment. “No need to call me names,” he continued, “though I’ve been called much worse in the past. And never by anyone nearly so fetching.”

Paulette’s breath caught high in her throat. She straightened her spectacles to peer at him, only to realize just how very handsome he appeared standing there in the afternoon sunlight. His masculine features bordered on classical perfection. The straight nose and granite chin could have been chiseled by a sculptor. Except, of course, for the thick moustache above his upper lip. No Greek statue she’d ever seen had sported facial hair.

Quite aware of her own inadequate appearance, Paulette felt the heat of a flush burn her cheeks. Far taller than the average female, she’d never enjoyed the buxom curves so admired by the opposite sex. At twenty-eight, she looked exactly like the spinster librarian she was.

“Humph,” she sniffed, letting him know she couldn’t be placated with a foolish compliment that no one in her right mind would believe. She snatched the signs from his grasp. Drat it. The wet paint stained her new leather gloves, and she smothered the urge to whack him over the head with the waterlogged paperboard.

Instead she brushed aside the broken feather that had fallen in front of her face when her hat had been nearly dislodged. And realized too late that she’d most likely smeared bright orange paint across her forehead.

The stranger belatedly swept off his wide-brimmed hat, revealing thick, black hair. The corners of his eyes crinkled with good-humor. “May I introduce myself?”

“No, you may not,” Paulette snapped. She stepped around him and hurried away.

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Jill Jaynes began her love affair with romance when she was a teenager growing up in Southern California, spending many a late-night under the covers with a flashlight and good romance novel.  This early addiction stuck, and she discovered one day that telling great stories was even more fun than reading them.

When she’s not writing, you can find her a) wine-tasting, hiking or otherwise hanging out with her awesome husband, b) walking her two high-maintenance dogs, c) plotting her next story with her writer-daughter or d) working at her day job in her spare time.

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Barb DeLong has always had a passion for reading and writing. She has won and been a finalist in several writing contests. Animals are another passion, and creatures both wild and domestic are featured in most of her stories of love, laughter and magic. Barb contributed contemporary romance stories in Romancing the Pages and Secrets of Moonlight Cove anthologies. A transplant from Canada, she enjoys the sunny climes of Southern California with her one-and-forever hubby and a fluffy, blue-eyed ragdoll cat, two children and five grandchildren.

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Kathleen Harrington, multi-published, award-winning author, has touched the hearts of readers across the country and the world with her sparkling tales of high adventure and unending love. Her historical romances have been published in Chinese, Russian, Italian, and German. She lives in Southern California with her American Bulldog, Auron.

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When Ottilia Scherschel, a Hungarian immigrant, started sixth grade, she learned her fifth language. After retiring from teaching languages at the college level, she spends her time writing romantic suspense stories set in foreign climes. She has been a finalist in a number of writing contests and published a short story in the Romancing the Pages anthology. Ottilia loves to pack a suitcase to visit family, friends and food or wine purveyors anywhere in the world. When she is not writing, she can be found at the movies, at the gym, or cooking for her husband, kids and grandkids.

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Angela Shelley was born in Vancouver, Canada in 1973 and grew up in rural Southern British Columbia. Her love for children's fantasy stems from reading CS Lewis, Tolkien, George MacDonald, JK Rowling, Terry Brooks, Neil Gaiman, and many, many more wonderful authors. She lives in Los Angeles, California, with her husband and their twins.

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Undercurrents in Time Excerpt Tour

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What if time travel proved you were meant to be together? Sometimes the very things that bond two people can drive a wedge between them. Tabitha and Milt have been through a lot together, but they find themselves pulled in very different ways.

Tabitha longs for a getaway, while Milt is busy with his responsibilities. She embarks on an unplanned journey. With this attempt to pull herself out of the rut, how will she handle the unknown dangers she faces and return her life to normal?

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Other images flooded into Tabitha’s mind.  The electronics shop; was that what it was called?  The device that told her where her brother was in 2047.  She shuddered, then remembered her parents’ memorial.  Brandon.  The woman with a cat’s paw.   Milt putting his hair up to not look so much like himself.  Milt, her “partner in crime”.  How that last excursion had brought them together, breaking so many rules, trying to right their own wrongs, being powerless to do so.  Time travel really was dangerous.

And yet, the Envo was parked in their garage.  Only one room away, a portal to another time.  How easily she could just hop in and escape to a whole new world.

Her body felt weary, but her mind would not stop.  She heard a stirring on the monitor and then the familiar cries.  She jerked as if to get up, but her legs stayed firmly in place.  Milt came to the door.  It was close to midnight.

“Tabitha, are you awake?  Should I just give him formula?  Or I could bring him to you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

A moment later the door opened and Milt handed her Peter.  He then sat down beside her, and lay back.

“I’ve been thinking we should get away, maybe the first weekend in January.”

“I’d LOVE to get away,” she responded.  Peter was getting fussy again.

Talking over his shoulder, he left the room.   “Let me double check my calendar.  Oh wait, there’s an inventor’s convention at the end of January.  Shoot!  We’ll have to make it February. ” He came back in.

“Hmmm. ‘Shoot.’  I’m thinking of a stronger word.”

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Author Pamela Schloesser Canepa had a childhood full of travel and moving, fueling her writing of poems and stories as a child to provide entertainment for long trips. When her family settled in the southeast, writing provided an outlet for private thoughts and emotions for years, until she decided to self-publish fiction in 2016. Pamela's genres include science fiction, paranormal fiction, and poetry of all types. The "Made for Me" series was Pamela's first published fiction series with a futuristic flavor. Pamela plans to continue to write a spinoff with one of the characters in “Undercurrents in Time,” and her next project is another installment in the “Made for Me” series.

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Shenanigans Excerpt Tour

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Kandi Cain inherited her Dr. Doolittle abilities from her grandmother and became a psychic pet detective. To her dismay, she just acquired the power to communicate with the spirit world, but dead people give her the willies.

Just when Kandi thought her life couldn’t get more complicated, the neighbor from hell moved in next door. The nasty guy’s name is Dutch Callaghan. How can someone so gorgeous be such a dick? Kandi could chalk some of it up to his job. Dutch is a Phoenix PD homicide cop.

Kandi’s current case is rescuing a Yorkie from a brutal dog fighting ring. Little does she know her dog napping suspect is involved in a series of brutal murders. Disguised as an elderly nun, Kandi rescues the Yorkie and, in the process, blows the hell out of Dutch’s undercover operation.

Kandi now finds herself a person of interest in her client’s murder and her sexy-as-hell, pain-in-the-butt neighbor is in hot pursuit of the Ninja Nun. Is Dutch about to slap the cuffs on? Only time will tell.

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I bolted from the warehouse and ran over to the Impala. Hot dang! The keys were in the ignition. Crap. Would I be interfering with a police investigation, if I borrowed it?

“No matter how long it takes, I will find you, Sister,” Dutch roared from inside the warehouse.

Shit! Instead of going after Tomas, he was coming after me. Dutch’s priorities were screwed all to hell.

I jumped in and started the Impala up. The front end hopped up and down. I found a remote control and punched a button. The rear end hopped up and down. I tried the bottom button. The car rocked back and forth.

Oh, dear God, this could only happen to me. I hit another button. The rocking stopped.

Blowing out a breath of relief, I put the Impala in gear and drove off. The front end abruptly bobbed up and down like some demented rabbit. “Fuck!” I pogoed down the alley.

Tinkerbell wiggled out of my pocket and yapped.

“Yes. I know we’re in trouble.”

She barked frantically.

“No, the mean doggies won’t eat us. When she yapped again, I added. “Or the birdies.”

Tinkerbell looked out the window and yipped and yipped.

“You are not seasick.”

She growled.

“No. I’m not calling you a liar, but have you ever been on a boat?”

Arf.

“Lose the attitude. I just risked my life to save you. Show some gratitude.”

Tinkerbell bared her teeth.

I rolled my eyes. “Do you want to end up in doggie jail? Cause, if I get caught, that’s exactly where you’ll go.”

Woof.

“Didn’t think so.”

The sirens got closer and closer. It sounded like every cop in the city was responding. There was no way I could outrun them. I needed to ditch the car and the habit. I pulled into the rear parking lot of a convenience market.

Tinkerbell barked a warning.

“Are you shittin’ me?” I looked down the alley. Sure enough, Dutch was running after us. Persistent bugger.

The little Yorkie let out a series of yaps.

“You’re right, he does look like he wants to kill us.”  I shot out of the car and quickly picked the lock on the backdoor of the store. “You coming?”

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I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.

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The Rake and the Bishop's Daughter Excerpt Tour

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Society’s beloved wastrel, Sir Harry Collyns, pushes his popularity past the point of acceptability when he poses for a statue that creates a social uproar. People line up for blocks to see Handsome Harry in the nude, sculpted by a female artist! Bored with the fuss and scandal, Harry hitches up his fastest team, heads for the country, and a near fatal curricle accident. When the bandages are removed from his head days later, he discovers the angel-voiced widow who’d cared for him is neither elderly nor as mild as her tone, but a straight-laced do-gooder unimpressed with his flamboyant past and dashing good looks. Head-battered and heading for a broken heart, he falls into love with Widow Olivia St. Clair, who might be the one woman in England that Harry can’t charm into loving him back.

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“You make it sound as if you have no part in this, but since you’ve introduced the topic, if you have no objection, I should like it if the ceremony could take place as quickly as possible.”

Her heart began to thump.  “But the engagement notices haven’t yet been announced in the newspapers.”

“A friend suggested this avenue of surprise suited my style, and in truth, Olivia, it should be done quickly. The sooner the better. For the child’s sake.”

“You are right, of course. Your friend seems to understand you very well.”

“All of my friends know me perfectly well. I cannot wait for them to meet you.”

Olivia couldn’t fathom why. She was so ordinary and had so little to recommend herself. Harry’s friends, an elite cadre once known as The Eligibles, were all so unique, sought-after and extraordinary; their names littered the society sections of every newspaper. Perhaps their brilliance would provide an avenue for her survival. Being average and plain, she could submerge into the background of their radiance. Who noticed a grouse amid the splendor of peacocks?

She peeked a sideways glance at Harry, London’s favorite scamp. Arbiter. Raffiné. Her lover. A flush scorched her skin as she remembered. Soon, he would expect more of that. Wouldn’t he? What if he didn’t? Her stomach sank. Percy refused to touch her while she was pregnant. But then, he never cared for that sort of thing.

“Olivia, is everything all right?”

His question jerked her thoughts back to the present.  “Sorry. Wool-gathering.”

“You looked distressed.”

With a tiny head shake, she admitted, “I confess to some concern when it comes to meeting your brother and sister-by-marriage.”

“Don’t be silly. They’re going to take you up and dote on you, just as I will.”

Yes, he’d spoil her and act the gallant but would he ever love her? Would having the comfort of his child be enough? Would she end up ignored, sent off to the country for her dullness, too plain to fit in with his friends and a society that always considered her odd?

When she didn’t speak, he gently said, “There’s no need for worrying any more, Livie.”

Frustration replaced her lapse into pathetic despair. She shouldn’t worry about meeting one of the cleverest women in London—a female Harry worshiped and admired—a brother, whose family her father had so crudely insulted?

Honestly, Harry could be as annoyingly dense as he was adorable. His family and friends were famous, as much for their uniqueness and brilliance, as they were for their fierce loyalty to each other. And into this cage of flamboyant personalities, she, a bland, uninspiring, aging matron, was to be thrown, like a chunk of raw meat into the den of tigers.

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Julia Donner (aka M.L.Rigdon) grew up in historic Galena, IL, USA, and spent most of her time in the museum of her aunt, who encouraged her interest in history and understood the need to cherish a dream. She started writing in secret in her teens and never stopped, merging it with her mother's encouragement to study theater and music, which led to performing in the Midwest, California and as far away as Austria.

Donner never forgot what it was like to write alone as a girl and is a happy member of Summit City Scribes. Concern for the failing educational system led her to develop Your Futures in Ink, a panel of local and regional authors, who go into to schools to encourage students and answer questions about writing.

THE TIGRESSE AND THE RAVEN, first book in the regency Friendship Series, is an RWA contest finalist. The ninth book in the series, A ROGUE FOR MISS PRIM and the tenth, AN AMERICAN FOR AGNES, are available now. A LAIRD’S PROMISE will be released by Spring 2018.

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Nadia's Heart Part One Excerpt Tour

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When an amnesiac girl who thinks she has been born without a heart utters a prayer, she is met by a mysterious angelic stranger from her forgotten past. Together they embark on a journey to recover her removed heart, but enter into battle with an Evil Voice on a rampage to remove the hearts of an entire generation of children - and replace them with stones.

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When she passed through the birch Trees on the Hill into Standhøfl Tourdemil the first thing that Nadia felt was the cold. She saw snow, but something was wrong. . .strange.  The wind blew faintly, but eerily.  And Nadia noticed, as snowflakes stuck to her face and arms, that she cleared a path, for the snowflakes were all suspended in mid air. What had first looked like a blizzard was now a white spotted sky.

Nothing moved, except for a distant wind.  It blew through the barren, uninhabited land.    It was a watching wind that searched for life.  It had nothing to do with the snow, with the season, with the weather, nor the Land itself.  It was an other- worldly wind, searching, defying what Nadia had done, unaffected by the dappled snow frozen in space and the stoppage of time itself.

Nadia had accumulated quite a few snowflakes on her face and arms, and as she looked back, she saw the path that she had cleared.    She was startled to hear Prince Talman’s voice, and hardly comprehended what he had said.  Looking ahead at the mountain, she adjusted the weighty parcels of meat she had brought along for the men.    The higher they flew, the less snowflakes there were.

Nadia swallowed.   She listened.   The wind was the only presence in the Land, and its sound was both distant and near. It was everywhere.

It frightened her.   She had a quick, sinking feeling in her chest, and she had to check to make sure she hadn’t dipped down in flight.   For a fleeting moment, she wondered if  the wish had been a good idea, and had the sensation that she had done something of quite a serious magnitude.

What had she done?  It was the only thing she could do—a decision she had to make—and now they had only one wish left.   It would have to be used to start time up again. 

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Wendy Altshuler is a writer-producer who explores myth in new media. She writes fantasy novels and creates works in stop motion animation.  Her credits include award-winning screenwriting and WGA-accredited representation. With a degree in psychology and a Master of Arts from Columbia University, Altshuler documented the work of international choreographers and wrote and produced regional programming. Her short plays have been performed at Boston Playwrights' Theatre, at regional schools and most recently, Puppet Showplace Theatre. Altshuler's young adult book series has been hailed as "emotionally moving, uplifting and wholesome," and "spirited and haunting. . .with much symbolism and beauty." 

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Interwoven Excerpt Tour

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Belle Hamilton is a romantic at heart. She's engaged to the love of her life and dreams of marriage, children and a happily ever after. Belle’s world is close to perfect until one afternoon she makes a decision she can't take back.

In the blink of an eye, Belle’s life spirals out of control. She loses everything that is dear to her and is forced to flee to the other side of the world where she meets Andrea, a local bartender from Rome, and develops an unexpected connection with him.

Can they break through the complications of past hurts and a long-distance relationship to make it work or will one terrifying night in Paris end it before it had a chance to begin?

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She was back in the terrace kitchen in Pyrmont, having slipped away momentarily without meaning to. Time was ticking on and she had to focus and start preparing the linguine.

She washed her hands under the tap, dried them on her apron and was tipping flour onto the bench when something caught her eye. Ben’s suit jacket and tie were lying on the armchair by the fireplace. Not hung nor draped neatly, they’d been thrown there rather haphazardly, which she thought a little odd since he was so meticulous about the care of his suits. Maybe he’d changed in a hurry to get to the Ivy.

She was still tipping flour onto the bench, her mind tumbling over all the things she needed to get done before Ben arrived home, when she heard it. It was a noise above her, like a squeak, then a moan of the timber flooring. She froze, the packet of flour suspended above the stone benchtop. She strained her ears to listen, her body still, but then the sound vanished. The only discernible noise was from the ticking of the clock and her own heart thumping in her chest.

She released her breath—hadn’t realised she’d been holding it—and shook her head with a smile, feeling silly as she cracked eggs into her well of flour. The house was shifting, settling as the cool night air crept in. She really needn’t be so jumpy. She wasn’t used to being in the house without Ben. Usually, they had music playing, the coffee machine whirring in the background or the gas stove fired up. It was rarely this quiet.

She took another sip of wine and concentrated on the dough. Using a fork, she began incorporating the eggs, working her way outwards to mix in the flour.

She heard it again.

This time it was louder. Another squeak, and as she strained her ears and her eyes shot upwards to the ceiling, it sounded like voices. Yes, voices. Was someone upstairs?

She shook her head again, set down the fork and wiped her floury hands on her apron. She knew what it was. Ben was forever leaving the television on in his room. Voices of the evening news combined with the settling of the house were jangling her nerves. She shook off the ghosts, for of course there was no one in the house with her. Ben was out and she was quite alone.

She walked to the stairs, climbing them one by one with a determination that felt forced. Her footfalls were quiet as they sank into Ben’s luxurious Pierre Frey carpet, and when she reached the top, she paused on the landing to listen. There were sounds, definitely coming from Ben’s room. Muffled voices and it certainly sounded like the television set had been left on. Then it occurred to her.

Ben had moved that television set out weeks ago.

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Michelle Montebello was born and raised in Sydney, Australia, where she lives with her husband and two young children. She has always had a passion for reading, writing and the dramatic arts and she spent most of her childhood immersed in books, writing stories and performing in plays.

She has worked full-time in the corporate sector since 1998. It wasn't until she completed a writing course with James Patterson that she was inspired to write and publish her first novel, Interwoven, in 2017.

In addition to her writing, she also has a passion for travel and loves to combine her two favourite things - creative writing and travelling - to create vibrant worlds for her characters to explore.

When this busy mum is not working, chasing little ones or searching under beds for monsters, she can be found reading, writing or plotting her next story.

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