Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Dracula's Mistress

Our blogging bud Carmen Stefanesco has a new release. Knowing Carmen it will be filled with all sorts of fun, hair-raising factoids.  Can’t wait to read this one. And... wait for it....it's only .99¢
Below is an excerpt. 
Warning: Better read with the lights on.

Dracula’s Mistress
Angela smiled with fond indulgence and looked at her father. “Prepare for mother’s. . .” She
stopped as the words passed her lips, looked over her father’s shoulder, and started violently. The image behind her father made her words freeze on her lips. A sickening sense of dread overpowered her.
The pale light of the moon fell on a man’s face. A man dressed in torn clothes. Some ragged ends of silken thread were still attached to his arms, stretched towards them in begging.
His face, all covered in blood. His eyes were closed. His bluish lips mumbled something Angela couldn’t clearly understand. Slurred words reached her. She thought she heard, “Candle. . . candle. . . pleaaaase. . .” A sickening odor reached Angela’s nostrils. Slowly, the closed eyelids opened revealing two empty sockets instead of eyes.
A low moan of horror escaped her.
“What? What’s wrong?” Grigore asked.
But before he turned his head to see what triggered Angela’s reaction the apparition melted into the darkness.
Angela staggered a little, and then found her balance.
“Nothing,” she answered in a shaken voice. “I thought . . . Nothing, Father.” She pushed the horrible apparition from her mind. Perhaps all the stories about the souls of the young noblemen killed so cruelly here were not just stories.
Grigore shook his head and shrugged. Then reaching out his hand, he helped her climb into the carriage. She was barely able to move as she trembled from head to foot. She shrank back on the bear skin spread inside.
Grigore sat facing her, but looked absorbed by the things that had happened that night.
The neighing of the horses sounded strange to her ears. The sound of a tree branch scraping the roof of the carriage sent Angela’s heart into her mouth.
She leaned forward until her nose was touching the glass of the carriage window. Outside, on the side of the road, she glimpsed again the silhouette of the horrible man, dressed in tattered clothes. She peered into the darkness to see better. There was no doubt. The same specter. With begging hands stretched towards her. She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a cry. And then she shook her head and passed a hand over her eyes and dared to look out again.
There was nobody in sight. A dark cloud had settled over the moon. All that met her eyes was the deep darkness. Her heart hammered as she gripped her fan harder, almost crushing the fragile spikes. Sweat collected at the base of her neck despite the cool evening. With a trembling hand, she covered the window of the carriage with the small curtain and leaned back on the carriage pillow. To fight the panic yammering in her head, Angela forced Vlad’s face back into her mind.
All through the rest of the journey home, the thought of Vlad’s enthralling smile and dark, intent eyes never left her.
From the day that the powerful, brave and merciless Vlad III Basarab, a descendant of the Draculesti family—better known to most people as the infamous vampire Dracula—ascends the throne, he knows only battles, betrayal and intrigue.
Evil grips the town of Targoviste, capital residence of Walachia. The secrets behind the stone walls of the palace are as dark and violent as a winter’s night, as terrifying as the prince’s deeds. Dead bodies, drained of blood and missing their little finger keep appearing in the streets at night.
Lovely, smart, determined, Angela Oltenescu ignores all the aggressive rumors and her mother’s warning regarding Vlad. Will she suffer the consequences of falling in love with a man nicknamed Dracula by his enemies—an infamous creature of the night?
Rich, sly, treacherous,  Marin Craioveanu, a powerful landlord, craves the same woman loved by Vlad. Marin's hatred toward the prince will make him an ally to Handsome Radu, Vlad’s brother and Sultan’s friend, ready to sell the country to the Ottomans to get rid of his rival.
Dracula’s Mistress will awe legions of fans of Gothic literature, paranormal and historical fiction.
Author Bio and links
Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count
Dracula  where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
High-school teacher of English and German in her native country, and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression  by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books. Reading was, is and will always be her greatest hobby.
Author Carmen Stefanescu's Links
Trailer Dracula’s Mistress
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Saturday, March 25, 2017


The Cats of Catarau

Shardai is a large, sleek cat with attitude. He has the courage of a tiger and the disdain of a king. The fearless feline has only one weakness...his guardian.

Free @ Amazon   (US) March 25-March 29
Free @ Amazon (UK) March 26-March 30

Akasha is a pretty little calico who, along with two of her kittens, has drowned and passed on to Catarau. Now she must journey back to earth to save the kitten left behind.

On sale for .99 at Amazon (US) March 25-March 30
On sale for .99 at Amazon (UK) March 26-March 30

Sometimes it takes a cat to save a dog.

On sale for 1.99 at Amazon (US) March 25-30
On sale for 1.99 at Amazon (UK) March 26-30

Saturday, March 18, 2017


Marnie Sinclair has a secret that can rock the modern world.  
Two men have discovered it.  One is a scholar.  One is a madman.

On sale for .99¢ at Amazon through March 20th.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Four-Legged Terrorists

If you look closely you can see Captain on the other side of the window.

The monster kitten and the dog got so bad about getting into the  kitchen cabinets we had someone come out and put magnets on the doors.  Then we dry-washed our hands. Problem solved.
The HH didn't get the pantry door closed securely.  The next morning when we got up we found paper and food strewn all over the dining room floor. As close as I can tell the cat pried the door open and the dog got on his hind legs and pulled items off the shelf.
My next plan:
Wear the dog out so she wouldn't have the energy or inclination to get in the pantry or whatever else she happened to be poking her nose into at the time.  I started leaving her in the (enclosed) backyard for three hours a day.
She figured out how to open the door.
Back to square one.
The HH's take: Good thing we didn't have them when the kids were little or they would have given the kids ideas.
Got any four-legged terrorists at your house?

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

IWSG Wednesday

It's IWSG  Wednesday!  Can you believe it's March 1?
The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Members post about their  doubts and fears, discuss struggles and triumphs, and offer words of encouragement to others who are struggling. 

The IWSG March Question: Have you ever pulled out a really old story and reworked it? Did it work? 
It depends on one's definition of really old. Like Steven King's UNDER THE DOME?  If so, yes I pulled one out and no it didn't work out.  

I have been re-releasing books that were published several years ago.
The latest: Boji Stones
I love this cover (designed by pixelstudio at Fiverr).  It reminds me of Donna's Gracie at the Gather Blog. 

Marnie  has a secret that could rock the modern world.  Two men have discovered it.  One is a scholar.  One is a madman. 

Available at Amazon.

Happy 15th Faux Paw