ON MY MIND.

You know, it seems like every time I turn on the television all I hear about is death and destruction. Lately, I have heard more news reports about parents killing their children or abusing them than I care to count. For the last several weeks, I haven’t turned on the television at all unless it is to watch a movie I picked out. I just don’t understand what is going on in this world today. 
I have decided that at least a couple of times a week I am going to be adding posts here about things that we can all do to make our lives a little better. Now, I need to let anyone who plans to read these posts and discuss them with me know that I am a Christian. This means that I believe in the God of the HOLY BIBLE, not in something someone made up to support their ‘religion’ or their particular beliefs. I may post scriptures from the King James Bible here along with the same scripture from another translation like the NIV and include my thoughts on how that scripture would apply to my life. Anyone who wants to discuss the scripture can comment but please be respectful of my beliefs and those of others who may be reading/posting here. 
While I primarily use this blog for book reviews, I feel an overwhelming need to do this also. Any books I quote I will provide information on and properly cite the authors when I use direct quotes. This is something that has been on my mind for several days and after thinking about it, I believe I should really do this because someone somewhere might be looking for something to help them through a difficult time. 
In the future, if this is something that people begin to participate in on a regular basis, I may start another blog strictly for this purpose. I hope to see people here and that those people are willing to make a conscious effort to be the best that they can be and touch the lives of those around them. 

NIGHT JOURNEY by GOLDIE BROWNING REVIEW AND GIVEAWAY.

Today is an odd Saturday as I have, not one, but two guest posts and giveaways. This review is for NIGHT JOURNEY by GOLDIE BROWNING. This was an awesome read that actually made me stop and wonder about past lives. You know when you get that feeling that you have done something before or been in a particular place before? NIGHT JOURNEY is packed with these types of remembrances. The hotel in the book is a real place and the historical aspects of this novel are true and dead on. Goldie writes in such a way that you feel as if you are right there with the characters and in the places described. This was a truly enjoyable read that I would have to put in a class of its own. It has supernatural elements, mystery and suspense, romance…it has a little of everything. There is no way you can go wrong with this one. There is also a giveaway for two e-book copies of NIGHT JOURNEY and one lucky winner will get a paperback copy, (as long as you live within the U.S.). Below is the guest post, an excerpt, and a blurb for NIGHT JOURNEY. Remember to leave a comment and the winners will be chosen on Sunday the 28th. Happy Reading!

  
I UNDERSTAND YOUR CURRENT RELEASE IS A GHOST STORY.  WHAT MADE YOU START WRITING AND WHY GHOSTS?
Yes, my current release is called Night Journey and I refer to it as a romantic ghost story/time travel/Neo-Gothic novel.  One reviewer referred to it as The Notebook meets The Shining.  It was released as an e-book in April 2011 and then as a trade paperback a month later by GenerationNext Publications.  It’s set at the 1886 Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas  www.Crescent-Hotel.com. and can be found in their gift shop as well at http://www.amazon.com/Night-Journey-Goldie-Browning/dp/0983279225/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8id=1313625114&sr=1-3 and on Smashwords.com here
I wrote a few short stories in high school and dreamed of becoming a journalist, but the closest I got was as editor for my college magazine and reporter for a local newspaper.  In the late 1980’s I tried my hand at writing sweet romances, but didn’t get anywhere.  I worked for many years as a courtroom deputy clerk for two federal judges and after retiring from that job, I tried writing again.  See?  It’s never too late.

I’ve always been interested in the concept of ghosts and the supernatural since the time my grandmother would tell me ghost stories.  I also loved horror movies at an early age.  When I was very small, my brother would read fairy tales to me.  But at my request, he would transpose the characters into such classics as “Snow White and the Seven Little Frankensteins” or “Cinderacula”.  You get the picture. At a very young age I was madly in love with Lon Chaney, Jr. as The Wolfman and by thirteen, my main man was Barnabus Collins of Dark Shadows.

Night Journey came along when my husband and I visited the very haunted Crescent Hotel on vacation and I fell for another dead bad boy, Dr. Norman Baker.  For those of you who don’t know him, he was an early twentieth century snake-oil salesman who decided he had the cure for cancer—and people believed him.  He bought the Crescent Hotel during the Great Depression, turned it into The Baker Cancer Hospital, and by 1940 was doing hard time in the federal pen in Leavenworth for Mail Fraud.  But in his wake, he left a trail of ghosts.  The fascinating history and the ghost tour at the Crescent were just too good to pass up.  I simply had to write a book. For more information on Dr. Baker, check out www.Sweetheartsofthewest.blogspot.com  today.  They’ll be featuring an article I wrote about him.  

WHAT DO YOU THINK READERS LIKE MOST ABOUT YOUR BOOK?
People are always telling me they love the plot twists and turns, the characters, and the fact that Night Journey weaves real places and historical figures with fiction.  It makes me so happy when somebody tells me “they couldn’t put it down.”  
DO YOU HAVE CRITIQUE PARTNERS OR BETA READERS?
Oh, yes.  I would have never gotten through Night Journey without my critique partners and readers.  I thanked each and every one on my Acknowledgements Page and the list was long.  Over time, I’ve been a member of several groups that read and critique.  Their teaching is invaluable.  I can’t imagine writing a book without input from other people. 
TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.
I’m fifty-seven.  Married.  One grown daughter.  No grandkids.  I live with my high-school-sweetheart-turned husband on a wooded hilltop haven in rural North Texas with two Schnauzers, a Doberman, three cats, two bearded dragons, and an orphaned turtle.  My greatest wish at the moment is to see temperatures below 100 degrees.

I have had my share of health challenges in the last few years, however.  In 2008 I began to feel so terrible I started shopping online for caskets.  I had become short of breath and fatigued, and I started having an odd pain in my chest.  So often, women have different symptoms of heart disease from men and are not taken seriously in emergency rooms.  I was kept overnight, given tests, and then released—but the tests weren’t read by a specialist until several days later. 

When I finally saw a cardiologist a week later, he sent me straight to a different hospital for six days.  I had cardiomyopathy (congestive heart failure) with a weakened, enlarged heart that had an “ejection fraction” (the fraction of blood pumped out with each beat) of 22 percent.  Normal is anywhere from 50-75 percent. 

Long story short, I had a defibrillator implanted and was sent for transplant testing.  Yikes!  One aspect of the plot of Night Journey deals with heart transplants, but ironically, I’d already finished my book the year before.  But a happy result was in store for me, at least for the time being.  The transplant cardiologist formulated an aggressive cocktail of heart meds that caused my heart to remodel itself and within about a month, my e.f. was up to 50.  Three years later, I’m doing pretty well, although I have to be careful.
DOES TRAVEL PLAY A PART IN THE WRITING OF YOUR BOOKS?
Most definitely.  Night Journey developed from a trip to a haunted hotel more than 400 miles from my home.  I’m proud to say that the hotel itself is currently selling Night Journey in its gift shop.  My current WIP (tentatively titled Red-Light) is set in New Orleans.  It will originate at another famously haunted hotel, the Hotel Monteleone.  I haven’t packed my bags yet, but I’ve bought my tickets and registered for Heather Graham’s Sixth Annual Writers for New Orleans Conference to be held over Labor Day weekend.  This will be my first airplane trip since the defibrillator implant, so I guess I’ll get a pat down! 
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SHARE ANY GUILTY PLEASURES THAT FEED YOUR MUSE?
I love to go to places that are supposed to be haunted.  This really gets my imagination going.  New Orleans should put it in overdrive!
DO YOU HAVE A WEBSITE?
I do have a website.  It is www.Goldiebrowning.com.  I’d love for you all to pay me a visit. 

 Thank you Goldie for being here today…it’s been a long time coming, huh? Thank you also for the web links. Looks like I may have an interesting vacation coming up 🙂 I hope you will come back and visit us again with your next book!
Blurb: A ROMANTIC WEEKEND GONE WRONG

A stay at America’s most haunted hotel, a spooky ghost tour with a visit to a former morgue, and a family wedding—all the ingredients for a fun-filled weekend.  Emma and Zan Fuller have never been to the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas—at least not in this lifetime.  But the ghosts that haunt the former cancer hospital remember Emma, and they won’t rest until she’s joined them once again.  When a bizarre accident almost claims her life, her soul is catapulted backward in time to 1938.  Things get even worse while she lies comatose, however, because she is now a target for an organ transplant scheme.
STAR CROSSED LOVERS
It’s Depression Era 1938 when Ivy Turner meets Harry Fuller.  Love happens quickly, but they’ll never live happily ever after if her parents have their way.  Despite their objections, the couple elopes.  Wedded bliss soon turns to despair, however, when Harry is arrested and Ivy is sent to the Baker Cancer Hospital in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.  But Ivy doesn’t have cancer.  She’s pregnant with Harry’s child—the child who will someday become Zan Fuller’s father.
JOURNEY ACROSS TIME
Emma wakes up, but not the way she’d expected.  Her soul has entered the cancer-riddled body of a woman who had died only moments before.  And to make matters worse, she’s trapped in time—it’s 1938.  She’s back at the Crescent Hotel, which is now the Baker Cancer Hospital.  The people who had once been simply characters in a ghost story are now living, breathing human beings.  But Emma’s biggest worry is Zan’s grandmother, Ivy.  If anything happens to her or her baby, Zan will never exist.  Can Emma, imprisoned in a sick and dying body, rescue Ivy and Harry?  Can Zan, in 2011, prevent the hospital from ending her life support and harvesting her heart?
Excerpt: (PG)
Two-fifteen.
The red numbers on the digital clock seemed to waver as Emma blinked to focus her eyes in the darkness. A blustering wind wailed mournfully outside and rain pelted the
windowpanes. She sat up in bed and scanned the dark and misty chamber. Instantly alert, her heart shifted gears.
Something was in the room—something evil. She wrinkled her nose at the smell; the cloying odor of camphor and alcohol permeated the air.
She gasped when she saw the shadowy wraith hovering just inside the bathroom door. Intermittent flashes of lightning illuminated the sky like a strobe light and sifted
through the shuttered window just enough to reveal the outline of the apparition.
Emma clutched the blanket to her chin and stared, too horrified to move or speak. She felt icy cold, yet sweat beaded on her forehead. She turned toward Zan lying beside her. He snored peacefully, oblivious to the terror lurking so near.
Emma heard the creak of footsteps moving across the floor. Whoever—or whatever—was in the room passed from the bathroom and headed toward the door, leaving a bitter chill in its wake. She watched in horror at the murky ectoplasm’s metamorphosis. Even in the darkness Emma could make out the shadowy form of a woman wearing a mid-calf length dress and a handkerchief-shaped cap.
The rasp as the deadbolt disengaged and the groan of ancient hinges fractured the silence; the door began to open.
Light flowed in from the hallway, casting uneven shadows on the parlor walls. The apparition became more distinct. Emma trembled at the intense hatred that emanated from the mad, cold stare of the spectral woman.
Emma summoned all her strength just to move her hand enough to touch her sleeping husband. The warmth of his skin reassured her and she shook him harder, but he didn’t wake up. She tried to call his name, but her vocal cords refused to respond.
Terror gripped her heart like a vise and squeezed until she thought she might faint. She closed her eyes and prayed to wake up from this hideous nightmare. It had to be a dream—a terrible, horrible hallucination.
She opened her eyes and looked toward the door. The phantom was still there. It watched Emma for several more seconds, and then passed through the open door and into the hallway. The door hung halfway open as if to remind her she wasn’t imagining things.
An overpowering compulsion swept over her. She climbed out of bed, slipped a nightgown over her head and crept toward the door. The coldness of the doorknob surprised her. She glanced back toward the bed. The back of Zan’s head was all she could see with his body beneath the mound of covers. She pulled the door all the way open and stepped into the hallway.
The ghost was clearly visible now. Emma stared in horrified fascination at the figure standing near the stairwell. Could it be one of the phantom nurses Cheryl had talked about on the tour? Or was it the pursuer in her reoccurring nightmare? Perhaps they were one and the same?
The woman was dressed in an old-fashioned nurse’s uniform, with starched cap and apron. Her dishwater blond hair was pulled back in a severe knot at the nape of her neck. She looked young, no more than thirty. But the expression of madness in her eyes, combined with the grotesquely scarred cheek, lips, and forehead made Emma flinch with revulsion.
As if she were hypnotized, Emma followed the woman down the stairs. The black cat on the bench arched its back and hissed as the specter passed it on the stairwell landing.  Emma stumbled, almost tripping on the hem of her long nightgown. When she looked up, the ghost had vanished.
Emma scanned the third-floor hallway, searching for the nurse. She didn’t know why she followed her. She only knew that some irresistible urge pushed her. When she saw a movement at the farthest end she gathered her nightgown in her left hand and hurried toward it.
Whatever she had seen turned left. She came to a glass door leading onto one of the observation decks. The wind formed a vacuum and she had to tug with all her strength to open it. She gasped when she felt the full force of the storm. The battering rain pelted down on her, immediately soaking the thin material of her gown.
Emma flinched when she saw a girl standing there. From her profile she looked young and beautiful. She wore an       ankle-length white dress; her long, pale hair was plastered to her head from the driving rain. She turned her back to Emma and slung one foot over the balcony railing. A scream rose in Emma’s throat. “No!”
The girl turned and looked at Emma, her face a mask of utter despair. She gazed sadly, then pulled her other leg over the balustrade and jumped. Emma ran frantically to the edge of the veranda and searched the ground. The storm lashed violently around her, making it difficult for her to see. A bright lightning flash momentarily lit up the night sky. She could see no body on the ground below.
Emma turned and stumbled back inside the hotel. Her teeth chattered; her hair and nightgown were completely soaked. She stood shivering in the hallway, trying to calm her spinning nerves. The clattering screech of unstable wheels approaching from the end of the hallway arrested her attention.
The ghostly nurse advanced, pushing a long cart on wheels. A white sheet covered the object on the gurney.
Emma stood paralyzed as it drew closer; the shrill noise grew louder.
She couldn’t move—she couldn’t think—she couldn’t breathe.
The nurse stopped and smiled at Emma. Her scarred lips twisted into a leer as she pulled the sheet forward. A woman’s corpse lay on the gurney, its face contorted in the final throes of agony. She hadn’t been told who the dead woman was, but somehow Emma intuitively knew. She’d seen that face before—somewhere—sometime.
Overcome with grief, Emma collapsed in the hallway. She pounded on the door of the room where she sat, crumpled and sobbing. She heard voices from inside the chamber; someone fumbled with the deadbolt. The door opened and Emma cried with relief when she saw Moonbeam and Chief Whitefeather.
“Emma, what’s wrong?” Moonbeam clutched her wrap with one hand and helped Emma with the other. “You’re soaking wet.”
“She’s dead,” Emma babbled, shivering and sniffling. “Anna’s dead….”
“Who’s Anna?”
Eyes wild, confusion painted on her face, Emma scanned the hallway. “I don’t know…I know Anna’s dead…but I don’t know who she is.”

COYOTE NIGHT by DANIELLE D. SMITH

A love stronger than Heaven or Hell, passion between Angel and Demon, Indian lore, and a skin walker that steals the children from one unfortunate Navajo reservation are all elements in COYOTE NIGHT by DANIELLE D. SMITH.
Skriker is half-demon, half-man. Rose is half-angel, half-woman. Their love is forbidden and yet it exists and consumes Rose and Skriker with a passion unlike any other. Together they hunt and destroy demons and monsters that haunt the human race. In this part of their story, they are hunting a skin walker or ‘yee naaldlooshii’ as the Navajo people call it. With the help of a wise old medicine man, Nick Whitehorse, Skriker and Rose begin their hunt where the creature lives, Shiprock. Whitehorse warns Skriker that the skin walker is hard to kill and, if given a chance, will take Rose and Skriker may never be able to get her back. Can they kill this abomination and walk away together or will one of them lose the other half of their heart forever?
This book is a truly engrossing  read with characters you will root for from beginning to end. Danielle describes the beauty of the desert in such a way that you will never think of it as a “barren landscape” again. The love scenes between Rose and her demon are so steamy they will make you blush, but boy are they fun to read! The action scenes are dynamic and make you feel as if you are right there in the thick of it.
I absolutely loved this book and can NOT wait to read more of Rose and Skriker’s story. It was a tight and fun read. My only problem with it was that it ended entirely too soon. DANIELLE D. SMITH is a terrifically talented story teller and you would be missing out if you didn’t read this. It completely blew me away! You can find DANIELLE at her website where you can purchase COYOTE NIGHT, which is Book II in the  BLACK DOG AND REBEL ROSE SERIES. You can also read excerpts from sample chapters, watch book trailers, keep up with her on her blog, and check out the graphic novel version of BLACK DOG AND REBEL ROSE. http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=012-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1453872450&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifrYou can also purchase BLACK DOG AND REBEL ROSE from amazon.com. Just click the link on the left. HAPPY READING! Once you have read this unique and amazing story, please feel free to come back here and let me know how much you liked it…and, trust me, you will definitely like it! 

Winner for the GUEST POST with DEBBIE KUMP, author of 7G

And the winner for the guest post with DEBBIE KUMP issssssssss……..GEORGE LASHER! Thank you, George, for coming by and leaving a comment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did!
I also want to thank all the other wonderful people who came by to visit and make Debbie feel at home and, of course, Debbie for visiting and making this possible. I loved doing this so much, I will be doing it again in the near future, so keep your eyes peeled for chances to win other great books and meet other spectacular authors. Happy Reading!!!!!