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Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Beyond the Book: Cream Caramel and Murder

 

Blurb:

With its stunning turrets and beautiful rose gardens, I always thought Audley Castle was perfect, set in the idyllic English village of Audley St. Mary. It’s a place I love to call home. But behind the trimmed hedgerows, stately gardens, and birdsong, a killer is waiting…

After being forced to close my charming café in this quaint little village, I’m thrilled to get a job in the Audley Castle kitchens, making divine treats for visitors and serving the Audley family who live in the castle.

The joy fades when I take my beloved dog for a walk, and he leads us to the body of a family friend, Kendal Jakes. Seemingly caught in the act of tampering with evidence by the castle’s security team, I become the number one murder suspect! It’ll take more than my skills with a piping bag to solve this crisis.

As fingers get pointed at me, I have no choice but to take matters into my flour-covered hands and clear my name. As I snoop, I discover old rivalry, jealousy, and long-standing grudges.

Having mastered the art of creating a perfectly fluffy souffle, I’m known for my determination to get things right, and I won’t rest until I uncover the truth about this murder. Even if doing so puts me in the killer’s line of sight.

My Review:

This is my first experience with K.E. O’Connor’s work, and I did enjoy the book. It’s definitely a cozy mystery, but the characters may surprise you. The connection to royalty was very different from the traditional view. The family may be royalty, but it sure is an updated kind of royalty. I liked it, though. The heroine’s dog, Meatball is a nice character as well.The book was a quick read, but if the author had dragged it out it wouldn’t have been as much fun. If you’re interested in a mystery set in a castle that may be haunted, grandmothers locked in the turret (maybe), some twists and turns as you go, and of course baking, you’ll like this one. Oh, and don’t forget Lord Rupert. He’s definitely got an eye on Holly. 

Does it sound like your cup of of tea?

Monday, April 22, 2024

Sea Glass and Fireflies

                                                               


                               Sea Glass And Fireflies

by Kate Ellington

 

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GENRE:   Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

Elsie Hayward moves into her uncle's seaside estate on what should have been her wedding day. All she wants is peace and quiet, and to escape the guilt that's haunted her since her betrothed was lost at sea. Any hope of tranquility is dashed, however, when Charles Rockingham arrives in town. A lifetime ago they'd been best friends and almost more. If there's one person she can't hide her feelings from, it's him. Charles hasn't received a letter from Elsie in over a year. He returns home hoping to recapture the deep bond they once shared, but shadows of the past stand between them. One last secret must be revealed before they can find their way back to each other.

 

 

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EXCERPT


 

 

Invigorated by the stirring wind, Elsie ran through the garden to the beach. It was her favorite kind of weather.

 

When her feet touched the sand she let out a happy sigh. After walking for a few minutes, she reached a driftwood log as big as a tree, its roots and branches removed or washed away years ago. With the tide as high as it was now, the log was close to the shoreline. She sat down in the sand and rested her back against the cold wood, facing the sea. The full moon reflected on the dark, undulating waves.

 

In the distance, the foghorn sounded. It was mournful yet held the sound of safety for those ships out on the water. She closed her eyes and listened to the gathering wind. Soon there came a new sound: rocks crunching under light steps. She didn’t have to turn to know it was Charles.

 

He sat on the log, his knee almost touching her shoulder. “What are you doing out here, Elsie? A storm is coming.”

 

“This has always been my favorite time on the beach,” she said, craning her neck to look up at him.

 

“I know, and I’ve told you since we were children it isn’t safe.”

 

“We’ll go in before the storm really hits.” She turned her face into the wind.

 

“Are you ready to talk now about why you ran away?” Charles sounded like he was awaiting a confession.

 

She traced patterns in the sand with her fingers. “I wasn’t running away.”




My Review.


All in all I enjoyed this sweet romance set near the beginning of the 20th century. I feel like the author's prose and characters all contributed to the historical feel of the romance. The characters all behaved as I think they would have at that time. I did think the pacing needed a little work. In some places the story dragged, and to be honest it ran on just a little too long. The story does have a happy ending, and it's definitrly a sweet romance. If you like sweet historical romance this is probably one you'd want read

  

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Kate Ellington grew up in a woodsy New England town where summer days at the lake seemed to last forever. She read her first historical romance at age eleven when a teacher challenged her to find a book in the library written by an author she’d never heard of. Thus began a life-long love of love stories.

After graduating from college with an art degree she settled in the Pacific Northwest, where she currently resides with her family.

Kate wrote her first romance when she was sixteen, then set her pen down for years until another story floated into her head out of the clear blue sky. She jotted it down, just for fun, but soon it took on a life of its own.

 

https://www.amazon.com/Sea-Glass-Fireflies-Kate-Ellington/dp/1509248803/

 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sea-glass-and-fireflies-kate-ellington/1143071596

 

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/29720924.Kate_Ellington

 

https://www.kateellington.com/

 

https://www.facebook.com/kateellingtonauthor

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 

 

Kate Ellington will award a $20 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner.

 



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Braided Dimensions


 

BRAIDED DIMENSIONS

by Marie Judson

 

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GENRE:  Fantasy

 

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BLURB:

 

Celtic mythology, medieval history, and modern-day mystery blend in this story where past and present collide.

 

Kay, a professor of ancient languages, finds herself drawn into a hidden realm of magic and danger. Transported to a medieval world on Halloween night, she meets Baird, an enchanging stranger who claims to know her spirit, and Duff, a burly silversmith who welcomes her as Kyna, long-lost kin. Kay joins them in a festive celebration where she discovers she can understand their arcane tongue, as ghostly figures haunt the night.

 

When dawn comes, she is in her own time, still holding a silver pendant that connects her to Baird and his world. She struggles to return to that time even as Baird is endeavoring to find her and unravel the secret of their connection. Follow Kay and Baird on their journey across dimensions in this novel of intrigue, adventure, and magic.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Franklin Street Café had a lively crowd bathed in the lurid orange glow of gauze-covered lights. A projector flashed images of old Celtic stones onto the wall. A fabric forest hung across the entrance to the next room, the air permeated by yeasty aromas of pizza crust and ale. Shouts of conversations battled to be heard over haunting music and the clatter of dishes.

 

Where were the nyads and faeries? In place of the figures of enchantment in the email invitation, Kay saw a faux belly dancer who never should have revealed her midriff, and men dressed in bathrobes and tennis shoes attempting, she supposed, to convey Druidic high priests. With absurd disappointment at seeing no apparent magic, she thought she wouldn’t stay long. Then her attention was drawn by a hand-printed sign offering homemade organic mead, and pressed through to the bar. A young waitress, her peachy complexion disturbingly pierced with lead posts, asked for her order. 

 

“Could I taste the Moonlight Mead?” she requested. 

 

“Certainly.” The young woman behind the bar handed over a sample.

 

Pushing aside glued-on mustache hairs, Kay sipped the tasty brew, then ordered a twelve-ounce, and again surveyed the crowd. She considered making the glass of mead a solo act when she noticed a birdlike creature, tall and hunched like a heron, tattered feathers splaying from head and neck. It stalked, with wild-bird grace, across the projection of ancient stones, through the cloth trees, into the next room. Kay’s drink arrived, and she followed the strange apparition.  



A Word With the Author


 

1.Did you always want to be an author?

You’d think with my love of books from an early age, I might have pictured myself writing my own, early on. Except for flashes of daydreams as a child where I imagined myself sitting behind a large polished-wood desk feeling important, I don’t recall any specific career desire until high school when I fell in love with French. The only aim I crafted from that passion was envisioning myself a sort of 007 or other spy traveling the world, knowing every language and everything about everything. When my kids were little, I made an attempt at writing fantasy fiction and formed the idea of Elf Stone of the Neyna but it wasn’t until I’d spent seven years writing a dissertation that fiction started to flow from me. The muscles were now there. After years of dry writing in a PhD program, I could tap into a wellspring of creativity and emotion for fiction writing, it seemed, with relative ease. 


2.Tell us about the publication of your first book.

When I left the Ph.D. program without defending, I moved to the setting of Braided Dimensions—the Northern California coast I called Pomo Bluffs which is actually Ft. Bragg. There I took a data entry job, just as Kay does in the novel. The story began as a short story that won a Halloween contest for a Danish Druid newsletter. I picked up the thread and as I began expanding it into a novel, I put myself into Kay’s life and myself into hers. Walking around town, I imagined stepping through a portal into medieval time. Walking on the beach most evenings at sunset, I let myself sink into the story and continue from the last scene. I formed writing groups which honed my craft and gave me direct access to readers every week. I worked on Books 1 and 2 (Book 2 is relaunching on April 10th) for ten years, from 2008 to first publishing in 2018. 


3.Besides yourself, who is your favorite author in the genre you write in?

Some current fantasy writers I enjoy are Eren Morgenstern (Night Circus), Laini Taylor (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, Strange the Dreamer), Neil Gaiman, Phillip Pullman, Julie Czerneda (Web Shifters series). I write about authors of the past in my blog. As a young adolescent I spent two summers reading Lord of the Rings which has had a profound influence on my life. Another summer I read all of Frank Baum’s Oz books. Through my teens, I read Heinlein and Bradbury as well as Dickens and other classics. I had a kind of awakening when women proliferated (MZB, Jo Clayton, Anne McCaffrey) and I could imagine myself as the heroine in the stories. It’s still relatively rare that a fantasy author meets all my criteria, with quality writing, intriguing plots, good healing mind powers. I recently stumbled on The Keeper Origins, by JA Andrews, an indie writer, and am waiting for the third book. I’d love to discover more indie writers like that! 


4.What's the best part of being an author? The worst?

There are many great aspects of writing. I don’t even know yet all the ways I can love writing because I keep learning more every year. Maybe the best part is belonging to writing groups. I love the camaraderie and sharing, and best of all, getting reader feedback directly, the same week I write a section. In the past couple of years, I’ve had the experience of recording my own first novel for public radio. It’s online in the archives at KNYO. I had a blast collaborating on adding sound effects and picking songs to play before and after on a story hour just for me.  Now I’ve worked with three different narrators recording three books. It’s a fantastic way to comb through a novel and improve it. I’m also anticipating a couple of author interviews coming up, have done book readings. The collaborations just keep increasing. I do sometimes wonder briefly why I put so much work into writing. It sure isn’t making me rich! But it’s not really a question I can ask. I’m compelled. I guess the worst part is worrying about publishing mistakes. 


5.What are you working on now?

Currently I’m writing a fantasy sci fi series called Lost Xentu. I’m on the third book, Missing Moon. The first two, Elf Stone of the Neynaand A Far Cry are available as audio books on Audible. Elf Stone of the Neyna was recently selected by Indie Library Project so it should be available as eBook and audio book from your local online library. If not, ask for it! The fun thing about writing the third book in a series is you’ve already built the world(s) and developed characters. They have a history, so ideas flow, scaffolded onto what’s gone before. The reader has already become curious about those plot elements and how they’ll unfold, so there’s juice, there’s fire behind a mere word or object. I love that. In this book, Yanda is searching for her daughter, out in the universe. She has an intrepid group of allies who have powers, as does she. We experience a planet with a bird-like human world and many others. 



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

 

Marie Judson is a schoolteacher on the wild coast of Northern California. Language and the mind are her passions. An ardent fantasy reader since childhood, she also loves singing, dream work, and crashing waves. Follow her blog at https://mariejudson.com/

 

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/marie.judson.writer

Website: https://mariejudson.com/

 

Book Video: https://youtu.be/50AdR_Ib4KQ?si=QQHZCHobmTm-okML

 

https://www.amazon.com/Braided-Dimensions-Book-Marie-Judson/dp/1726614913

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION


Marie Judson will award an epub copy of one of her books to a randomly drawn winner.

 


 


 

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Pining for You


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My best friend from high school, the one I hadn’t seen in twelve years, turned toward me. “We’re going back to the courthouse and getting married.”

I followed him numbly.

Zeke stopped us next to a faded blue truck that had seen better days parked outside the courthouse. Was I really going to do this? Marry my old best friend just to inherit some money?
My birthday was in four days. There was no way I’d find anyone else who would marry me. I needed that cash to start a new life.

“A bride should have flowers on her wedding day. Something your douchebag fiancé should have thought about.”
Zeke stepped back on the curb holding a simple bouquet of wildflowers tied with a white ribbon, much like the flowers down by our spot. He handed them to me while I clutched them to my chest and wondered why my ribs ached from this simple gesture.
When was the last time a man had given me flowers?

His hand warmed my lower back again as he ushered us up the steps of the courthouse. I dug my heels in, my hand gripping his bicep as I tugged him to a stop. He looked back at me, a questioning look on his handsome face.

“Why are you doing this?”

Zeke looked away, scanning the street. “I watched you, Rain. All four years I knew you, I watched you. I observed how you lit up when people paid you attention. I saw how much you needed that attention and I figured it was because your father never gave it to you. You wouldn’t tell me about it, and that was my fault for not being someone you could fully trust. Probably because I was just a dumb kid with stars in my eyes and a lack of impulse control when it came to you.”
Zeke’s gaze swung back and nearly glued me to the ground with his intensity. His voice came out low, intimate in the way it scraped across the air between us. “But you’re back now. And I’m no kid.”

My knees began to shake. He dipped his head until he was looking at me from my height. I couldn’t have looked away even if I wanted to. “I’m marrying you because you deserve to know what it’s like to be someone’s everything. Even just once in your life. And I can give that to you, baby girl.”

Then he swung open the door and ushered me inside the courthouse.

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Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Pursuit of Innocence

 


PURSUIT OF INNOCENCE

Bethany Rosa

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GENRE:  Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

“I’m done waiting around. You’re mine. No more games or pining over someone else when it’s me you want. You won’t remember his name after I get through with you.”

 

Lily knows exactly what she wants in life. To graduate, land a high-paying job, and forge her own way. Nothing will distract her. Until the ultimate playboy, billionaire Sebastian Dubree, barges in. Not to be overlooked, Lily’s longtime crush, Jackson, decides she’s worth the fight.

 

Reluctant to succumb to either, she quickly becomes a challenge to conquer.

 

Lily must decide between the familiarity of her childhood longing or the newly discovered  passion ignited by the dominant CEO. But can she surrender without losing herself in the process, or will someone take matters into his own hands?

 

Boundaries blur between desire and resistance in this gripping coming-of-age romance, leaving readers yearning for more.



A Word With the Author


Have you ever had an imaginary friend?

Sure, a friend I thought was a friend, but it turned out they weren’t.

Do you have any phobias?

Haunted houses freak me out, and I refuse to do them. I won’t watch or read thrillers or horror movies. I’m afraid to die painfully. Morbid thought and one of the main reasons I don’t do any of the above.

Do you listen to music when you're writing?

Nope. I prefer loud music, and that would be distracting. I listen to music when I’m alone and can blast it with the bass as high as it goes. I also do it in my car; I think the whole neighborhood hears as I’m driving through. The golfers love it, I’m sure.

Do you ever read your stories out loud?

Yes. I discovered it’s one of the best editing tools there is. If it doesn’t sound good out loud, then it shouldn’t be written down on paper. Thank goodness for good narrators who can make just about anything sound normal.

Tell us about your main character and who inspired him/her.

I would say I inspired my main female character. I didn’t mean for that to happen; it just did. I can’t say there are many differences between her and I at that age, other than she made it through college. My main male character was based on all my favorite alpha male characters I’ve read about daily over the last several years. Wealthy, successful, possessive, dominant. Are there really women out there who, deep down, don’t like that? Okay, maybe, but I’m not one of them.

 

 

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EXCERPT:

 

I hit a wall. A solid, warm wall that smells dreadfully sinful. Before I have time to process, two firm hands are on my shoulders to steady me. “Hey, watch where you’re going” comes the deepest, sexiest voice imaginable, which would be incredibly hot if the words spoken were anything other than rude and demanding. Looking up, which is crazy, considering I’m one step higher, I freeze as my eyes land on a dark, handsome god of a man who looks like he wants to commit murder. What is it with me and jerks tonight? 

 

His eyes get bigger, and his brows furrow as soon as my shocked gaze meets his. He has short black hair that’s longer on the top and styled perfectly. His menacing eyebrows are folded downward from scowling at me. The dark scruff that shadows his face is so sexy, trimmed razor straight, accentuating his perfectly chiseled jaw. Mentally slapping myself, I apologize. 

 

“Crap, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” He doesn’t release his hold. 

 

“That’s because your head was down. Your eyes should be looking forward.” His voice is hard and demanding. 

 

Flustered and—I reluctantly admit—slightly turned on by his strong, firm grip and penetrating stare, I stand there frozen in place. After what seems like minutes but I’m sure is only seconds, I snap out of it and apologize again. “Sorry, I’ll watch where I’m going from now on.” The words rush out as I pull away to leave, this time keeping my head up. I think I hear him say something else behind me, but I don’t stop. Running into one of the hottest guys I’ve seen in a while should’ve been the highlight of my night. Instead, I’m more irritated. Do all good-looking men have a license to be an ass?


 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Bethany Rosa raised four amazing daughters before fulfilling her dream to become a writer. Her goal is to ignite passion in readers through her erotically charged stories. When not immersed in writing, Bethany finds joy in life traveling the world alongside her husband of 25 years. Home is divided between the mountains of Montana and the Arizona sunshine.

 

Website: http://www.bethanyrosa.com/

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/Bethanyrosa.author

TikTok: http://www.tiktok.com/@authorbethanyrosa

 

Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CVHM9VG7

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 


A randomly drawn winner will receive a $25 Amazon/BN gift card.

 


 



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Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Beyond the Book: Not What I Expected

 What color is your house? Did you pick the color? If you changed it what color of paint would you pick? (or stain) 

Way back in 1978 my family moved from Virginia to South Carolina. We had one weekend to look for a place to live before we had to go back to Virginia. We looked. A lot. Nothing seemed to suit us, though. My father finally suggested the house across the street from his house. The weather was dreadful that day, but to my surprise the house was very nice. I was impressed that it had two and a half baths. The most we’d had before was one and a half. It had started to snow, but we rushed things and got the paperwork in order. I didn’t have a job when we bought the house, but I was going to school to get my master’s degree so my parents were right across the street to keep my kids when I was in class.

The following fall we decided to paint the house. It had a beige and chocolate brown color scheme, and I didn’t like it. I wanted a gray house. When I was a child I visited some people who lived in a gray house, and I thought it was wonderful. So we picked a nice gray shade for the house and trimmed it in white. It looked great with the brick on the house.I had gotten a job over the summer, and I couldn’t wait for school to end the day the painters came. I stopped in my driveway and gasped. I was too shocked to even get out of the car. This was not the nice gray that I picked. It was blue.There was no way to mistake the color for gray. 

My husband came home from work, and we sat down on the little hill at the end of the yard. Was it awful? Should we make the painter repaint it? It was his fault. I can also assure you that there were only two houses besides mine to have paint other than beige, white, gray, etc. One was yellow and one was pink. 

We waited several days to make up our minds. We finally decided that even though it wasn’t what we wanted we’d just keep it. Our neighbors said they’d never have thought to pain it blue. I imagine a lot of people felt the same way.

Anyway, it still is a nice pastel blue, like something you'd see in the Caribbean.

If I had to redo the paint, I guess I’d pick … Well, frankly I don’t know. There have been so many houses done inside and outside with gray that I’m kind of tired of it. You can’t see the picture well enough to know this, but the brick has a bit of green in it. A nice dark green trimmed in white would be very nice (maybe), but after all this time we’ve grown to really like the the blue. My husband especially likes it. I think he’d have a hissy fit if I told him I wanted to paint it.  
If you were painting your house, what color would you pick?

On the Threshold

 


On the Threshold

by M. Laszlo

 

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GENRE: Historical Science Fiction

 

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BLURB:

 

Obsessed with learning the origins of the cosmos, the actual meaning of life, and the true purpose of civilization, a fine Scotsman named Fingal T. Smyth dedicates himself to the study of Plato’s most extraordinary ideas. Convinced of Plato’s belief that humankind possesses any and all innate knowledge deep within the collective unconscious mind, Fingal soon conducts a series of bold, pioneering occult-science experiments by which to resolve the riddle of the universe once and for all. However, Fingal forgets how violent and perilous the animal impulses that reside in the deepest recesses of the unconscious mind. And when Fingal unleashes a mysterious avatar of his innate knowledge, the entity appears as a burning man and immediately seeks to manipulate innocent and unsuspecting people everywhere into immolating themselves. Now, with little hope of returning the fiery figure into his being, Fingal must capture his nemesis before it destroys the world.

 

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Autumn, 1907: late one morning, some kind of torrid, invisible beast seemed to wrap itself all around Fingal T. Smyth’s body. Each one of his toes twitching fiercely, he exited the castle and scanned the distant, Scottish Highlands. Go back where you came from. As the entity wrapped itself tighter all about his person, Fingal blinked back his tears. I’m melting, I am. Aye, it’s the heat of fusion.

            

Gradually, the beast’s heartbeat became audible—each pulsation. At the same time, too, the illusory heat of transformation emitted an odor as of oven-roasted peppercorns dissolving in a cup of burnt coffee.

 

Over by the gatehouse, Fräulein Wunderwaffe appeared—the little German girl wearing a plain-sewn robe and square-crown bowler. In that moment, she no longer seemed to be a sickly child of seven years: her inscrutable expression resembled that of a wise, indifferent cat. 

 

Perhaps even some kind of lioness. Fingal cringed, and he recalled a fragment of conversation from three weeks earlier.

 

“She suffers from a most unnatural pathology, an anguished, maniacal obsession with cats,” Doktor Hubertus Pflug had explained. “Ever since the poor girl was a baby, she has always regarded it her fate to one day metamorphose into a glorious panther, for she believes herself to be ein Gestaltwandler. Do you know this word? It means shapeshifter and refers to someone who possesses the power to take the form of anything in nature.”

 

The heat radiated up and down Fingal’s spine now, and his thoughts turned back to the present. Aye, it’s a change of phase. I’m melting into a chemical compound. Despite all, he greeted the girl and willed himself to flash a grin.


A Word With the Author


Can you describe your dream home?

A cottage beside an ocean beach where lots and lots of seagulls regularly congregate and call to one another.

 

If we were to come to your house for a meal, what would you give us to eat?

Pancakes. They’re not just for breakfast. They also happen to be the perfect supper.

 

Tell us about the absolute BEST fan letter you have received.

A young lady once wrote me to tell me that she really believed in me—that she really believed in what I’m doing. She understood that it was my purpose or fate to really try to find the meaning of things and to explicate that meaning via the written word.

 

Say your publisher has offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming book, where would you most likely want to go?

The Wave, Arizona (the Coyote Buttes North area.) It would be great to live there and to imagine that the whole place is Planet Mars. Of all the possible settings in our solar system, it’s hard to imagine one more alluring than Mars. 

 

Who designed the book cover for the book you are touring?

Rose Newland designed my cover, and she does all the covers at AIA Publishing. It’s a good cover because it’s designed to appeal to humble people who like odd, kooky covers. If I ever do a second edition, I’ll probably do a different cover—perhaps a bit more understated. Still, it felt right to go with a more shamelessly commercial cover for the first edition.

 


 

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

 

M. Laszlo is an aging recluse who lives in Bath, Ohio. Rumor holds that his pseudonym is a reference to Victor Laszlo, a character in the classic film Casablanca. On the Threshold is his first release with the acclaimed, Australian hybrid house AIA Publishing. Oddly, M. Laszlo insists that his latest work, On the Threshold, does in fact provide the correct answer to the riddle of the universe.  

 

Buy link: https://aiapublishing.com/product/on-the-threshold-m-laszlo/

 

 

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 


One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $25 Amazon/BN.com gift card.

 




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