Guest Post-Tamie Dearen’s New Fantasy and Sale

Cover Reveal for Alora: The Portal

The compelling story of the young soulmates, Alora and Kaevin, continues…

The adventure begins with Alora: The Wander-Jewel.

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Fifteen-year-old Alora has visions.

Only while in the shower. And only of one stranger: a handsome boy with long brown hair, intense green eyes, and the oddest clothes. A boy who vanishes whenever she opens her eyes.

And then one day, he doesn’t…

Alora’s safe world is soon turned upside-down as she’s thrust into another realm where her soulmate waits, magic abounds, and unfathomable evil seeks to claim her.

The epic fantasy continues in Alora: The Portal.

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If one of them dies, they both die.

Bound together as soulmates, something compels Alora and Kaevin to abandon the safety of their refuge for the dangers of Kaevin’s realm.

The soulmates arrive in the midst of a raging battle as Stone Clan warriors defend their capital, an attack made more deadly by the pervasive evil of her father. Alora and Kaevin face mortal danger as they fight against man and magick to preserve Kaevin’s home and heritage.

For Alora’s father will have her allegiance. Or her death.

Praise for Alora

“…I have to admit – I wish the book had not ended! …The romance is sweet rather than steamy making this a clean read for young adults, but the action and adventure is thrilling enough to keep any age reader turning pages…” Today’s Visions

“I found Alora to be a breath of fresh air in the YA fantasy genre! … A YA fantasy with characters you will adore and cheer for, Alora is a book I would recommend to any of my friends!” Books Are Sanity

Alora: The Portal is available on Amazon for the special pre-order price of 99¢ through the August 31 release date! As a bonus, Alora: The Wander-Jewel will be FREE on August 30 through August 31!

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Excerpt from Alora: The Wander-Jewel

Alora fought the urge to beat on the tile wall. He’d disappeared again. Who was this
boy she kept seeing? Why did he only appear when she was in the shower? He seemed so
real, and she could have sworn he looked as confused as she felt. As if he was trying to
figure out who she was, as well. Was he a figment of her imagination? His eyes were so
unusual. They were green. Not an ordinary green, but a deep, intense jade, the color of
her aunt’s emerald ring. He was really cute, although he wore his wavy brown hair a little
long for her taste. Yet she could only see his head—never his clothes or the background.
Today he’d tied his hair back in a ponytail. Surely the fact he’d changed his hair was
significant. Wouldn’t a figment of her imagination have his hair the same every time?

She peeked around the shower curtain at the clock on the bathroom counter. It was
five a.m. on a Saturday, and she had chores to do, feeding the horses and letting the
chickens out. But it was winter, so she had plenty of time to spare before the rising sun
tolled the beginning of her responsibilities. Living on a ranch in the backcountry of
Montana meant cold winters, lots of work, and little time for leisure. It was the only life
she’d ever known, and she usually enjoyed it, despite the heavy work involved.
But right now, she wanted another stab at seeing that boy. The image was always so
fuzzy. If only he wouldn’t disappear when she opened her eyes. She couldn’t summon his
visage at will. He didn’t come every time she closed her eyes in the shower; it seemed to
happen when she was relaxing and letting the water beat down on her head and shoulders.
Maybe, if she were soaking in the tub, she might see his image again.

She pushed the curtain back, put in the stopper, and turned the faucet on full blast. As
an afterthought, she added bubble bath, filling the tub with fragrant suds. Soon the bath
was full, with aromatic bubbles foaming on top. She eased into the soothing water,
closing her eyes at the blissful caress of the heat on her tight muscles. And she waited.
Anticipating. Would he come? She tried to stay alert, but the relaxing warmth seeped into
her skin, lulling her to sleep.

Awakening with a start in the cold water, disappointment formed a knot in her
stomach—he’d never appeared. She released some water down the drain and added hot
water, swirling it around until the temperature was comfortable again. She had five more
minutes before she had to abandon her bath to start her workday. She lay back down,
sinking below the water with her eyes closed, swishing the fresh water over her skin to
remove the bubble bath film, her face floating above the surface to breathe.

He appeared. She held her breath, clamping her eyes shut tight, trying to hold the
image as long as possible. Though the apparition was still slightly blurry, she could see
all of him, head to toe. She took advantage of her increased perception, thoroughly
studying his image. She almost clapped her hands when her mental measurement
estimated his height at over six feet. At five feet ten, she was taller than most boys her
age. But she scolded herself for examining him as if he were a potential boyfriend. He
wasn’t even real. His clothes were made of supple-looking brown leather. The attire was
odd—held together with ties and toggles rather than buttons or zippers. The fit was close
enough that his well-formed muscles were evident. She noted his long hair was tied back,
as it had been earlier. She could only see the front of him as he stood frozen, stock-still,
with his mouth agape, his jewel-green eyes wide and… moving. His eyes were moving, up
and down, as if he were scanning her body as she had done. And it occurred to her if she
could see all of him, he might be able to see all of her.

She gasped, opening her eyes to dispense with the specter. But his image remained,
now sharp and clear. And he seemed to be standing in her bathroom. She cowered under
the water, attempting to hide under the few remaining bubbles. His eyes dropped down to
her navel, and as they widened, he whispered, “Wendelle?”

Lunging for her towel on the floor, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Hastily
covering herself and preparing to leap from the tub, she looked up, only to discover the
vision was gone—if indeed it had been a vision.

Read the first two chapters of Alora: The Wander-Jewel here.

Hymns of the West Blog Tour

Today I’m pleased to introduce you to my guest author, Faith Blum:

For those who do not know me (which is probably most of you), my name is Faith Blum. I have been writing for a long time. I don’t remember exactly when I started, but it was probably around the time I could write legible sentences. I’ve written in a lot of different genres over the years including, light fantasy, historical fiction, contemporary fiction, westerns, mystery, and a very tiny bit of science fiction.

But, for the most part, I have stuck with Westerns. Why is this? Because it is my favorite genre to read and it is hard to find good, clean Westerns. I also love history and the time period I have been most fascinated by is the Civil War and Wild West eras. I like the genre because of all the possibilities for stories. The Westward expansion had so many strong people, growing cities, outlaws, good guys, fights, romances, and so much more. There is so much potential. Yes, a lot has already been written in the Western genre, but I hope I have managed to write novels and novellas that bring a fresh idea and/or perspective on Westerns.

Thank you for having me here and for reading this post. Please read below for a little bit about my three newest publications.

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When his sister dies, leaving him with four children ages 8 and under, Cole Baxter gets desperate. He decides he needs a wife. He writes to a mail order bride before realizing he almost through away the best woman he could have.

Approximately 18,000 words

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Timothy is at his wit’s end. His twelve year old half-sister has run off five housekeepers in almost a year. Since their parents died, she has grown wilder than ever. What can he do? As he looks for a new housekeeper, his eye catches sight of a mail order bride advertisement. One young lady has a younger sister and sounds like a God-fearing woman. Could this be the answer to his dilemma or will Louise run her off, too?

Approximately 18,000 words


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Alexander Granger is tired of his father’s lectures and sermons. It’s time for payback. His plan is to pretend to marry a woman and scandalize his father when he finds out they aren’t really married. Will Mona accept his offer? Can Alex get away with his plan?

Approximately 14,000 words.

Hymns of the West Blog Tour Schedule 

Monday, August 24
    Tour Intro at Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections
    Spotlights and Guest Post at Rebekah Lyn Books – Writing novellas
 Review of Pass Me Not at The Overactive Imagination
 Spotlights at Rise, Write, Shine!

Tuesday, August 25
 Spotlights at River of Stones
 Review of Redeemed of Wildflower Acres
 Author Interview at Jaye L. Knight
 Review of Pass Me Not at Hello Precious Bliss

Wednesday, August 26-RELEASE DAY!
 Review of Pass Me Not and Author Interview at Laura Whiskens
 Spotlight and Character Interview (Rhoda) at Shannon Pemrick
 Spotlights at God’s Peculiar Treasure Rae
 Release Day announcement with excerpt from Amazing Grace at  Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections

Thursday, August 27
 Review of Pass Me Not at Melanie Snitker, author
 Author Interview at Marianne Sciucco
 Review of Redeemed at With a Joyful Noise
 Review of I Love Thee at Hello Precious Bliss

Friday, August 28
 Review of I Love Thee at  Laura Whiskens
 Review of Pass Me Not at Wildflower Acres
 Spotlights at Tialla’s Tellings
 Sneak Peeks at Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections

Saturday, August 29
 Review of I Love Thee and character interview at Flights from the Aerie
 Spotlights and Guest Post at Franky Brown
 Review of Redeemed at Hello Precious Bliss
 Reviews of Pass Me Not and I Love Thee at With a Joyful Noise

Sunday, August 30
 Review of Redeemed at  Laura Whiskens
 Review of Pass Me Not and Author Interview at Flights from the Aerie
 Spotlights at Samantha Fury Novels
 Sneak Peeks at Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections

Monday, August 31
 Blog Tour Wrap-up and Giveaway winners at  Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections

Aerisia Fantasy Series

Sarah Ashwood’s fantasy series, The Sunset Lands Beyond, is one you must check out. The first one is FREE right now.

Aerisia 1 coverThe mystery of other worlds is not one Hannah Winters ever thought she’d solve. However, the day she spots a brown-robed stranger with a magical staff in a neighbor’s field is the day she also discovers Aerisia, a magical land beyond Earth’s sunset.Here in Aerisia, Hannah is believed to be the Artan, a legendary heroine prophesied to deliver Aerisia from the Dark Powers. Plenty of people, including the Simathe, a race of immortal warriors, and the Moonkind, people of the Moon, are willing to help her discover her true identity, but Hannah’s just an ordinary girl from Earth. She doesn’t have any latent magical abilities and she’s not the Artan. However, her allies aren’t seeing it that way. Neither are her enemies. In fact, Hannah’s life is in jeopardy nearly from the moment she arrives in Aerisia. And becoming the Artan may be the only way to survive…

Check out all of Ashwood’s books on her Amazon page.

Facebook 2A genuine Okie from Muskogee, Sarah Ashwood grew up in the wooded hills outside the oldest town in Oklahoma. Sarah is author of the Sunset Lands Beyond Trilogy, the poetry volume “A Minstrel’s Musings,” and the novella “Amana,” along with numerous other published works. In her imagination, she soars effortlessly through historical and fantastical worlds. In real life, she lives (mostly) quietly at home with her husband and sons. Find Sarah on her Sarah Ashwood Facebook author page, on her Sarah Ashwood Goodreads page, on Twitter, or on Instagram where she goes by @runnerwritermom.


Cold Creek Mysteries Countdown Deal

Here’s a Kindle Countdown Deal this week (8/24-8/30/2015) for $0.99 or FREE on Kindle Unlimited from Christa Nardi. Check out this clean cozy mystery.

Murder-in-the-ArboretumFINALAnother murder in small town Cold Creek has tensions rising. Clive Johnson, the groundskeeper at Cold Creek College, is a convenient scapegoat for a police chief. Convinced Chief Pfeiffe has it all wrong, Sheridan Hendley sets out to help prove Clive’s innocence. Not everyone is pleased by her enthusiastic search for the truth. Just as her life is looking up personally, it looks like she might be the next victim. This is the second in the Cold Creek series.




Christa Nardi is and always has been an avid reader.  Her favorite authors have shifted from Carolyn Keene and Earl Stanley Gardner to more contemporary mystery/crime authors over time, but mystery/crime along with romance are her preferred choices for leisure reading.  Christa also has been a long time writer from poetry and short stories growing up to technical, research, and nonfiction in her professional life.  With the Cold Creek series, Christa is joining many other reader/writers in writing one genre she enjoys reading – the cozy mystery.  Christa Nardi is a pen name for a real life professor/psychologist from the Northeast with those attributes.

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Rose Jenster and the Montana Mail Order Brides

Since I’ve discovered Clean Indie Reads, I’ve absolutely loved the romance genre. It’s sweet and clean, but captivating and romantic. Rose Jenster has a series out called Montana Mail Order Brides. The Kindles of all three books are just 99 cents right now!

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Leah is a school teacher in Albany, New York during the 1880s who was devoted to her mother until she passed away. Her father lost his business and Leah did not want to spend the rest of her life living with her protective brother. She begins to correspond with a man from Montana who ran an ad for a mail order bride. Could she have found someone who also loves literature and shares so many of her interests?

How does Leah handle her brother’s negative reactions to the correspondence that now was the focus and light of her life? Can she leave the desperate situation in New York and find that joy that her heart dreams? Or is she destined to live a life without fulfillment?

Will Leah find happiness in Montana? What secrets does her love keep to himself that makes him so hard to reach and read? Can Leah help Henry open up his heart or will she give up? Can his scars heal from the past?

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Tess is a seamstress in upstate New York during the 1880s. She fears she will be working in the sweltering shop her whole life and never find true happiness by finding a man who loves her. A married friend shows her a newspaper that has ads for mail order husbands and Tess shyly studies it with guarded hope. Tess is quite bashful with a lot of fear, but also worries what her life would be like without a big change.

Will she find happiness out west or be stuck in the sweltering shop in New York? Why does Luke withdraw from her emotionally and can he let go of his past loss? Will Tess return home in defeat and be broken inside? Can their love blossom?

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Felicity works in a millinery shop in upstate New York during the 1880s. A letter arrives from the man she was engaged to marry announcing his sudden marriage to another. This crushes Felicity and she has many difficult days where she reflects on her life and the inevitable future of living with her parents. After shedding many tears, she looks at a newsletter that lists mail order bride advertisements. Despite a broken heart, she writes to a doctor in Montana. Felicity hopes to have a home and family of her own, even if she can never truly love again.

Will Dr. Walsh’s solitary ways, habits and quirks be an ultimate barrier for the two of them? Are their worlds too different? Will anger win out over patience? Can there be love and healing after heartbreak? What stops Dr. Walsh from relating as he did when he wrote his letters? Will their emotional distance be permanent?