ROUGAROU by JUDITH McDOWELL

Hot and balmy Louisiana nights in a dark and dangerous swamp is the setting for JUDITH McDOWELL’s novel, ROUGAROU.
People in Saint Anthony’s Parish, Louisiana know how to deal with the lethal and slithering creatures that call the swamps home. What they can’t deal with, however, is the Voo-Doo magic that brings forth an extremely deadly creature with a thirst for human blood.
When the body count starts to rise in Saint Anthony’s Parish, each one mutilated to the point of being almost unrecognizable, Detective Donovan Hays and his close friend and ex-partner, Jack Olivier’, get a crash course in what it’s like to live in a horror movie. As they race against the clock to save their loved ones and their town, the questions weighing on their minds are; what sort of creature are they up against and can they find it before it’s too late?
This was a pulse pounding read that kept me scared silly and on the edge of my seat the entire time. It has been newly edited, (by yours truly!), and re-released by World Castle Publishing. You can also visit Judith’s Facebook Fan page here.
I would suggest to anyone who loves horror or paranormal books to read this as soon as you can download or buy it! It also has some romance mixed into the plot for the lovers out there.
ROUGAROU is currently on the front page of All Romance E books here under ‘New Releases’. It has also gone live on Barnes and Noble here. This will be worth checking out!
Once you’ve read it please come back and let me know what you think of it. It is truly an exhilarating reading.  Happy reading! Stay tuned for more novels by Judith McDowell!

CELEBRATING DANIELLE D. SMITH

Everyone who knows me, even a little, knows that I absolutely LOVE editing and reviewing books. In the process of doing both, I get to know the authors and they become “my” authors and my my friends. Every accomplishment makes me proud to know them. Every five star review, every special interview or recognition makes me smile.
The point to all this is; I love the authors I work with. A while back, I did a review for Danielle D. Smith, the author of COYOTE NIGHT. She is a graphic artist, an author, and now, she is designing a line of handbags. These handbags feature Skriker and Rose, the two main characters in COYOTE NIGHT. I am so proud for her and want to celebrate her success by posting a link back to her review and also a link so that everyone can go and see her handbags. Please let her know that you are proud of her too. Click on her name to visit her website and leave her a message. You can also leave comments on the review post, which is here. Here is the link to go see her handbags, which I think will be out in time for Christmas.

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.”

GUEST POST with DEBBIE KUMP, author of the Apocalyptic Thriller, 7G

I am so excited! Today I have my friend and extremely talented author, DEBBIE KUMP, guest posting on my blog. This is my very first guest post ever and I am thankful it is with such an all-around awesome person. I had the honor of editing DEBBIE’S novel, 7G, before it was published and I must say it will leave you with a different feeling about technology after you read it. I did a review for 7G which you can read here. Please help me make her feel welcome. Read the review for 7G and visit Debbie’s site here . Come back to leave a question for her and you could win an autographed copy of 7G! The winner will be picked at random by Debbie and notified via email so make sure and include your email address in your comment. The winner will be announced on Monday, August 1st.
I’m a big fan of black moments in fiction. But in real life…not so much.
            In literature, I love reaching that emotional climax when the protagonist’s future seems bleak, hoping that a minute chance for a HEA, or Happily Ever After, still remains. Yet when my own life takes a similar turn, I grow increasingly frustrated, doubting a personal HEA exists.
            Just as I prefer to write by plotting out the major scenes in outline form before delving into my next novel, I prefer to map out my future career plans and goals than to simply take things as they come. But unexpected twists in the road of life occasionally throw off my plans.           
            And lately, these black moments seem to be occurring with increasing regularity.
            Nine years ago, I resigned from full-time teaching to stay home and raise our children. By teaching part-time in the evenings, I felt like I never truly left the classroom. Yet when my oldest son entered school, I abandoned the part-time gigs to keep my evenings free for his homework and sports.
            As busy as my children kept me with their activities at home, a void began to grow in my life. No longer needing to read Geometry, Algebra II, and ACT prep books in my spare time to prepare myself for answering myriad student questions, my brain thirsted for a new challenge. In response, an unachieved goal continually surfaced in my mind.
            Personally, I’m driven by goals. Wanted to run a marathon. Check. (Completed four, to be exact.) Wanted to live in Maui. Check. (Then missed it so much after we returned to the mainland that I made my husband move back to the islands.) Wanted to publish a book…
            Unchecked.
            Despite my growing commitments to my children’s school and sports, I decided to do something to remedy that. Back then, my naiveté was bliss, never guessing how much time and effort I’d invest over the next few years in order to actually achieve this goal. But looking back, I believe all of it was worthwhile to be where I am today.
            Especially since my prospects of reentering the teaching field this fall are slim.
            Recessional government cutbacks and a failed levy recently forced my school district to eliminate numerous teaching positions. Not that I’m sure I could even manage a part-time position should one become available. Shortly following my sons’ births, a genetic autoimmune disease called iritis flared in my eyes, triggering eye pain and debilitating migraines due to extreme light sensitivity. To cope, I wear a hat and mountaineering glacier glasses both indoors and out.
            Blessed with supportive family and friends, I eventually met my publishing goal. In October, Whiskey Creek Press will release Exiled to the North in e-book and paperback. Yet a different project surprisingly debuted first. This July, World Castle Publishing released my Apocalyptic Thriller, 7G. Chronicling the interwoven lives of multiple characters, 7G is set in the near future when Smartphones will be obsolete. Instead, technological innovations provide virtual computer screens for texting, surfing the Internet, or reading an e-book on lenses worn directly over the eye. With the upcoming conversion to 7G Network allowing instantaneous optical and audio recording, limitless military and civilian applications abound. Yet an unexpected programming glitch proves fatal, spelling disaster for the nation. In the aftermath of 7G, the fates of college sophomore Erik Weber and submariner Alyssa Kensington entwine, making the reader wonder if these protagonists will escape and manage to survive in a crippled world.
            So for now, I’m done losing sleep over my black moments. (My characters do that to me enough as it is.) While waiting to apply for the scarce job openings in my field, I enjoy working on my next novel and coaching my sons’ soccer, hockey, lacrosse, and baseball teams. Though I know I’ll return to the classroom in some capacity (eventually), in the meantime I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to follow my dream down this new career path.
            7G is now available in ebook and paperback at amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com, World Castle Publishing, and many other ebook vendors. For more information, please visit my website: https://sites.google.com/site/debbiekumpbooks/ You can find 7G at amazon.com in both Kindle and paperback format.
            Thank you, Beth, for inviting me as a guest on your blog today. I wish you all the best in following your writing dream! (And believe me, Beth’s off to a great start. I recently had the pleasure of reading a sample intro of her novel. She really hooks the reader right from page one!)
Wow! Debbie, I didn’t realize how extremely busy your life is! The fact that you find the time to write a paragraph, much less an entire book as thrilling and scary as 7G, is a miracle! I would like to know more about the iritis that you mentioned. Thank you so much for taking the time to guest post on Writing Opinions and I would love to have you back soon. Mi casa es su casa! Also, do you think you might be able to tutor me in Algebra when I start the class? I love words but hate numbers with a passion! LOL!!! Thanks for the kind words about my novel, you sure know how to give a girl a big head!
You can also find Debbie on Facebook here. This is a brand new author page for her so it is still under construction. Make sure to stop by both her website and Facebook page and show my girl some LOVE!!!


THE HOUSE ON MAYBERRY ROAD by TROY McCOMBS

Every town has that one old and spooky looking house that the kids make up ghost stories about. Teenagers looking for a thrill on Friday night  will double dog dare some poor kid to show their bravery by going up onto the porch or going all the way inside.
But what happens when the house is actually haunted? In  TROY McCOMBS’ novel THE HOUSE ON MAYBERRY ROAD, that is exactly the problem. 

Most  people have forgotten that the house on Mayberry Road even exists. That is until thrill seeking teens come up dead or insane. After one adventurous teen is torn in half and thrown out of a window on the second story of the Mayberry house, Sheriff Charlie Steera enlists the help of paranormal investigator John Rollings to help him solve the mysterious case. 
Once Rollings goes inside the house and is the only one to come out alive, he begins to think that maybe he was brought to this point for a reason. He becomes obsessed with figuring out what lurks in the ordinary looking house and discovers a much larger mystery, for some reason, he seems to be connected to whatever thing lives inside.
John begins to unravel a mystery far more dangerous than he ever imagined and also discovers that those he thought of as friends may not be friends after all.


This book will keep you guessing until the very end and scare you half to death. If you ever thought of going into a haunted house alone you will quickly rethink that decision after reading this tale of terror.  THE HOUSE ON MAYBERRY ROAD is available direct from the publisher’s website here or from amazon.com at the link below. After you have read this book and been scared silly, please make sure to come back and let me know what you thought of it. Happy Reading!http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=012-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1937085252&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr

HEADS UP FOR SOME NEW REVIEWS FOR 7/16/2011

I will have several reviews posted tomorrow, July 16, 2011. Among these awesome books will be 7G:SEVENTH GENERATION by DEBBIE KUMP. This is a must read book, especially since we as a nation depend almost entirely on technology. It’s actually really creepy! 

I will also have a review for THE HOUSE ON MAYBERRY ROAD by TROY McCOMBS. This one is scary beyond belief and has all sorts of ghosts and monsters, a haunted house, and, yes, even a love story thrown in, although that isn’t the main point of the story it does help to push it along.

Ewetopia A Land Far from Normal. Can be either a bedtime story for the kids or a light hearted read for a grown up.
There will several more also, just not sure which ones! 🙂 

PURCHASE YOUR COPY OF SALEM MOON by SCARLET BLACK

A few weeks ago I did a review of an incredibly marvelous book by an amazingly talented author. The book is SALEM MOON by SCARLET BLACK. Here is the link to the review: http://bethswritingopinions.blogspot.com/2011/05/salem-moon-by-scarlet-black.html
I told you I would let you know when it was available for purchase…IT IS!!! I am so excited! Partly because this was the very first book I edited for World Castle Publishing and partly because Debra, (aka: Scarlet Black), is a wonderful person. She is a genuinely good hearted individual and I wish her all the luck in the world! Don’t forget that there is a part 2 to this story. She is working on it now(YAY!) Here are the links to purchase this book. Please read it and then come back and let me know how much you enjoyed it…because I know you will. You can go straight to the Publisher’s website here:World Castle Publishing Once you click the link to go to the publisher’s site you will be asked to register to purchase the book. It takes less than a minute, plus you get a code for a 20% discount on any and all books. Here is the link to go to amazon. Happy Reading!!! 

http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=012-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1937085228&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr