Congratulations to Morgan on his new release! Love the mysterious cover.
Congratulations to Morgan on his new release! Love the mysterious cover.
Uncovering hidden secrets can sometimes kill you . . . or worse, steal your soul.
Anastasia Tate has a secret. She can feel the emotions of others through their life energy auras. Not a welcome gift for a teenager. Especially when a sinister presence begins stalking her.
Viktor Castle also has a secret. He’s tasked with protecting humanity yet cursed by an ancient evil to destroy it.
After Viktor saves Ana’s life, her abilities grow stronger. Drawn together, she senses Viktor has answers to lifelong questions. Only he shuns her at every turn, knowing he has saved her only to put her in more danger.
As Ana struggles with her attraction to Viktor, he tries everything to bury his unexpected feelings for her. But they must find a middle ground. For only together can they combat the dark forces threatening both their lives . . . and their souls.
About the Author
S.A. LARSEN is the author of the award-winning novel Motley Education, the first book in a fantasy-adventure series for middle grade readers. Her work has appeared in numerous local publications and young adult anthologies Gears of Brass and Under A Brass Moon by Curiosity Quills Press. Marked Beauty is her debut young adult novel. Find her in the land of snowy winters and the occasional Eh’ya with her husband of over twenty-five years, four children, a playful pooch, and three kittens.
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Forbidden love is hell…
Confident and quirky, Jo Sanford thinks her boss is God’s gift to women–and she couldn’t be further from the truth. Devilishly handsome, Luc DeVille will stop at nothing to lure his administrative assistant right into his arms–and bed. Over Rafe Goodman’s dead body…
Rafe, Jo’s best friend, refuses to sit by and watch as Luc tries to win the heart of the woman he’s always protected. After all, Rafe is her guardian angel.
Suddenly, Jo’s caught in the middle of a battle between good and evil. But the closer she gets to the fire, the hotter it burns. Now, Jo’s going to learn that when love battles lust, Heaven and Hell collide.
Tempting Jo by Nancee Cain
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Nancee Cain Tempts Readers
…with her quirky heroines, hot-as-sin angels, southern charm, and cheeky humor. The wonderful characterization of Saving Evangeline continues in this story, featuring a young woman, Jo, who’s torn between the bad boy (Luc, her boss) and the good boy (Rafe, her guardian angel).
The story begins when angel Gabriel summons angel Raphael to God’s chambers, telling Raphael not to make Him wait long.
“He’s already pretty upset. He hasn’t been able to crack level 666 on that candy game He plays on His phone.”
“That’s bizarre. I mean if anyone could, He could.”
“You know how He is. He likes to experience what frustrates the humans.”
This is precisely why I don’t play Candy Crush!!!
God sends Raphael on a mission to rescue Jo from her lecherous, soul-sucking boss. Rafe already knows Jo from helping her through her abusive childhood. God urges him to take a little vacation on Earth afterwards.
“You need to live a little, Raphael. Everyone needs time off to relax. Even I took the seventh day to — how do they say it now? — chillax?”
I love God. 😀
Jo has a boss from hell but dang is he devilishly delicious. Butter my biscuit; he looks good enough to eat. He wines and dines her; makes her knees weak. Jo considers succumbing to his charms.
Not if heavenly handsome Rafe has anything to say about it. He calms and protects Jo, but seems to hold back from a physical relationship.
Too late, Rafe realizes he has deep feelings for Jo. I’m no stranger to love. Look at Who I work for. He’s the Author of it. He’s not supposed to fall in love with a human. How will this supernatural conundrum unfold? Will he follow God’s plan, or will he wing it?
The twist leaves me curious about the relationship between God and the devil. Things that make you go hmm.
Well done, Nancee! Excellent writing.
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During the day, Nancee works as a nurse in the field of addiction to support her coffee and reading habit. Nights are spent writing paranormal and contemporary romances with a serrated edge. Authors are her rock stars, and she’s been known to stalk a few for an autograph, but not in a scary, Stephen King way. Her husband swears her To-Be-Read list on her e-reader qualifies her as a certifiable book hoarder. Always looking to try something new, she dreams of being an extra in a Bollywood film, or a tattoo artist. (Her lack of rhythm and artistic ability may put a damper on both of these dreams.)
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Forbidden love is hell…
Confident and quirky, Jo Sanford thinks her boss is God’s gift to women–and she couldn’t be further from the truth. Devilishly handsome, Luc DeVille will stop at nothing to lure his administrative assistant right into his arms–and bed. Over Rafe Goodman’s dead body… Rafe, Jo’s best friend, refuses to sit by and watch as Luc tries to win the heart of the woman he’s always protected. After all, Rafe is her guardian angel. Suddenly, Jo’s caught in the middle of a battle between good and evil. But the closer she gets to the fire, the hotter it burns. Now, Jo’s going to learn that when love battles lust, Heaven and Hell collide.
To my surprise, Mr. DeVille scratches Atticus behind the ears instead of pushing him away. “Since we’re stuck here, what should we do?” Finished with his sandwich, he wipes his mouth with his thumb. I’d have been more than willing to lick it clean for him.
A pounding on the door interrupts us. Dadgumit, just when things are about to get interesting with Mr., er, Luc. I scurry to the door, intent on getting rid of whoever it is. I find Rafe holding a bag of food and two cups of coffee.
“Hey, I figured your power was still out, so I brought you some coffee and breakfast.” His eyes scan my small apartment, narrowing when he spies Luc.
Mr. DeVille smirks. “What impeccable timing. Goodman, is it?” He casually swings his legs over the side of the bed and steps into his pants.
“Yes, sir.” Although polite, Rafe’s voice has an edge to it. The tension in the air snaps like an impending storm. “The roads are clear, although Mrs. Cabot called and said not to come to work today since schools are still closed and the power remains off for much of the area. Here included, I see.”
“How astute of you to notice. No wonder I pay you the big bucks. Of course Mrs. Cabot said to stay home. It isn’t her losing money, is it?”
Mr. DeVille pulls off my sweatshirt, revealing those cut abs. I stare unabashedly, and Rafe snaps his fingers in front of my face. Luc buttons his shirt, glaring at Rafe the entire time.
“Well, Friday. Thank you for the hospitality. I’m sure since Goodman flew here on the icy roads to check on you, I’ll have no problems getting home. I suggest you take today to study for your classes, and remember I’ll be more than happy to help with your homework assignments.” His eyes flash with desire, and my cheeks heat.
Rafe snarls, looking positively feral.
“A-Are you sure the roads are okay? Would you like a cup of this coffee before you go?”
“I only brought two cups,” Rafe protests.
Shocked by his rudeness—and to our boss, no less—I quickly offer, “Mr. DeVille can have my cup.” What has gotten into him?
Ignoring Rafe, Mr. DeVille turns to me as he shrugs into his coat. “That’s quite all right. Thank you, Friday.” He gives me a conspiratorial wink and a smile.
Rafe, in comparison, receives a cool nod. The hair on my arms stands on end when Mr. DeVille stops and turns to face my friend. I must be having some sort of low blood sugar event because I swear it looks like the rims of his blue eyes have turned the color of a hot stove eye. I blink and find him glaring at Rafe, and the look is returned in kind. Good thing we aren’t living in a century past. If we were, I’m quite certain there would be a duel at fifty paces. He leaves without saying another word.
Rafe slams the door with a muttered, “Good riddance.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Thanks a lot.”
“You’re welcome.” He ignores my sarcasm.
I sigh and gratefully accept the warm to-go cup. I can’t stay mad at him for long; he’s my best friend.
And he has coffee.
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Summary:Twenty-six-year-old Margot sets out on a journey of self-discovery – she dumps her New York boyfriend, quits her Chicago job, and crashes at her friend’s flat in London. Rather than find herself, though, she only feels more lost. An unsettling energy affects her from the moment she enters the old Victorian residence, and she spirals into depression. Frightened and questioning her perceptions, she gradually suspects her dark emotions belong to Charlotte instead. Who is Charlotte? The name on a local gravestone could relate to Margot’s dreams and the grey woman weeping at the window. Finding a ghost isn’t what she had in mind when she went ‘soul searching’, but somehow Margot’s future may depend on Charlotte’s past. Woven between 21st century and Victorian London, What the Clocks Know is a haunting story of love and identity.
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My to-do list dictates that I try to cram 48 hours of living into a day instead of the usual 24. I’ve chosen a life filled with animals. I train for marathons with my dog, then go to work as a small animal veterinarian, and finish the day by tripping over my pets as I attempt to convince my two unruly children that YES, it really IS time for bed. But I can’t wait until the house is quiet to write; I have to steal moments throughout the day. Ten minutes here, a half hour there, I live within my imagination.
Like all busy American mothers, I multi-task. I work out plot holes during runs. Instead of meditating, I type madly during yoga stretches. I find inspiration in everyday things: a beautiful smile, a heartbreaking song, or a newspaper article on a political theory. For example, a long drive in the dark listening to an NPR program on the SMILEY FACE MURDERS theory made me ask so many questions that I wrote HOW TO DATE DEAD GUYS to answer them to my satisfaction.
I’d love to have more time to write (and run, read, and sleep), but until I find Hermione Granger’s time turner, I will juggle real life with the half-written stories in my head. Main characters and plot lines intertwine in my cranium, and I need to let my writing weave the tales on paper so I can find out what happens next.
When Mike drowns in the campus river under her watch, Emma’s sheltered life shatters. Haunted by nightmares, she turns to witchcraft and a mysterious Book of Shadows to bring him back. Under a Blood Moon, Emma lights candles, draws a pentacle, and casts a spell. The invoked river rages up against her. As she escapes, a stranger drags himself from the water and follows her home. Instead of raising Mike, Emma uses witchcraft to assist other victims stolen back from death. But her powers may not protect her against the vengeful river and the killers that feed it their victims.
Jake drops his backpack at the fifth station of the kidney dialysis center. “Let’s get your weight and temp done right away so the nurse can get started.”
“Yeah. I know.” His younger sister Laura steps on the scale. “I’ve been here before, remember? Okay. Sixty-eight pounds.”
The nurse writes this down. Jake passes Laura the electric thermometer.
Laura slips on the plastic shield and places it under her tongue. A few seconds later it beeps. “Ninety-eight-point-seven.”
“Great.” Jake pumps his arm. “No fever. Let’s go!”
“What’s the rush?” Laura asks. “We’re gonna be here for four hours no matter what.”
“I know.” Jake shrugs. “But I got some stuff I wanna do.”
“Well, keep your pants on.” Laura plops into the chair, holding her arm out for the blood pressure cuff.
Nurse Lisa takes a reading. “You sure are antsy today, Jake. Got a hot date waiting?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “I need to go talk to the doctors.”
Laura sighs. “Not this again.”
“Yes, this again.”
Laura scratches her side.
“Feeling itchier than usual?” asks the nurse.
“How’s your appetite? Your weight’s down. The doctor isn’t going to like that.”
Laura picks at the hem of her shirt. “I know.”
“All right. End of lecture. Let’s get your dialysis started.”
Laura slips off her long-sleeved cover-up, exposing a surgically enlarged vessel. The nurse swabs her arm.
“I should time you.” Jake holds out his watch. “I’ll bet you’re the fastest one here.”
The nurse raises her eyebrows. “It’s not about speed, you know. Dialysis takes time. Lots of time.”
“You’re such a moron,” Laura side-whispers to him.
“Runs in the family,” he whispers back.
“You two.” The nurse clucks her tongue. “Laura, your fistula site looks healthy. I’ve applied the Lidocaine cream. Ready for the needles?”
Laura nods, tensing her jaw.
Disjointed beeping resounds through the room, every monitor at its own pace and rhythm.
After she tapes in the inserted needles, Lisa removes her gloves. “You’re all set. Three hours and fifty-eight minutes to go.”
Laura scans the side table. “Got any new magazines? I’ve already read these.”
“Sorry, honey, but when you’re here three times a week, it’s hard to have fresh ones available. Maybe Jake can find you something in the gift shop.”
“That’s okay.” Laura digs in her bag. “I brought a couple books.”
“Too bad.” Nurse Lisa smiles back at them as she moves to another patient. “The high school volunteer at the gift shop has a crush on your brother.”
“That’s right.” Jake grins, settling into the chair alongside his sister. “No dame can resist my charms.”
Laura rolls her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me—”
“I am undeniably handsome—” Jake frames his face with his hands like a portrait.
“You’re so embarrassing—”
“And the most intelligent guy in the world—”
“Whatever. You couldn’t possibly be the smartest guy on the planet.”
He shrugs. “That’s a fair call. Just in Wisconsin, then.”
She snorts. “What you are is the most obnoxious guy in the state.”
“Is that so? Then I don’t feel bad about ignoring you long enough to finish my homework.” He pulls out a textbook from his bag. “Then we can watch a movie if you want. Anything except Dirty Dancing.”
“You never want to watch that one.” Laura glances at the clock. “Three hours and fifty-five minutes to go.”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Dialysis machines chorus around the room. Voices are muffled. Each patient rests in a chair reading, watching a screen, or sleeping.
Laura pokes Jake. “Are you done yet? I’m bored.”
“Yep.” He stuffs his books into his backpack. “What should we do?”
“I’ve a great idea.” Laura sits up, notebook in hand. “We’re both going to make a list of everything we want in a spouse—”
Jake crinkles his nose. “What the heck? I’m not doing this.”
“But you promised to do whatever I want when we’re here.”
He shrugs. “That’s before you said we were going to do this.”
“No excuses.” She hands him a piece of paper.
“No complaining allowed.” She bends over, scribbling away.
“Fine, but this is stupid.” Jake writes for five seconds, then puts down his pencil. “Got it. Are you ready?”
“No. I just got started.”
“Wake me up when you finish.” He closes his eyes, then peeks out. “Aren’t you done yet?”
Laura sighs. “You’re such a pest.”
He closes his eyes again, then opens them. “Aren’t you done yet?”
“Be quiet. I’m taking this seriously.”
“You’re taking this seriously?” Jake laughs. “Why?”
“Because it’s important. Duh. All the women’s magazines say you gotta know what you want so you don’t just settle for whatever man comes along.”
“But you’re twelve.”
“I’m thirteen, and you know it.”
He shakes his head. “No. You’ll always be twelve to me, and you’ve never even been on a date.”
“Thanks for reminding me. Some of my friends at school already have boyfriends… but I don’t.”
“You’re too young to have a boyfriend.”
“That’s not it.” Laura’s shoulders slump. “Boys don’t like me that way. They just feel sorry for me.”
“No way. You’re the prettiest girl in your school class picture.”
She stares at her hands. “You’re just saying that because you’re my brother.”
“I am your brother—you’re so lucky by the way—”
“What are you—some love expert? You don’t know anything about dating.”
Jake puffs up his chest. “Sure I do.”
“No, you don’t. You hardly date. And anyone you do date doesn’t stick around long. What’s that about?”
He shrugs. “It’s complicated.”
“Then un-complicate it.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Well, the truth is they all get jealous of you.”
Laura flushes. “Really? Even Marisa?”
“Yep. She couldn’t accept that you always come first, and you’re always going to come first. So it ended.”
Laura sighs. “I’m ruining your life.”
“No, you’re not. Don’t be silly.”
“You shouldn’t have just me. What if I die? Then you won’t have anybody.”
Jake pales. “Don’t talk like that. I mean it.”
Laura takes a deep breath. “I have to, because it might happen. And you need to be ready.”
“No.” Jake shakes his head. “Listen, can we talk about something else?”
She grins. “Like me dating some hot guy?”
“Ugh.” He groans. “That’s it. No more romantic comedy movies for you. You’ve been poisoned. There’s more to life than dating. Lots more. You’ll find out once you get better.”
“I don’t actually care about dating… It’s just this.” She points at the bulging fistula in her arm. “Nobody can deal with how ugly I am, and it sucks.”
Jake grasps her hand. “You’re not ugly. Don’t ever say that.”
Laura lowers her head and mumbles. “Some of the kids at school tell me I am.”
Jake’s eyes narrow. “Give me their names, and I’ll wipe the playground with their ignorant asses.”
“No, you won’t. I won’t let you.”
“Just because other people are jerks, don’t let them get to you. They’re probably just unhappy about something in their own life and taking it out on you.”
“I know, but it still hurts to hear it.”
Jake carefully puts his arm around her shoulders. “Forget about them. Read me your list. See if I approve.”
She folds the paper closed. “You first.”
“No way. It was your idea, so you go first.”
“Fine. Number one: he must be tall—”
Jake nods. “Of course. You don’t want to have short kids, right?”
“What’s so bad about being short?”
“You can’t reach anything in the kitchen cupboards.”
“Fine. No short kids. Okay, number two: he must be cute—”
“Of course no one’s ever going to be as cute as me. Try not to be disappointed.”
“Yeah. Very funny.” Laura clears her throat. “Number three: he must be smart—”
“I’m also smarter than everyone else… in Wisconsin, anyway—”
“That’s it! Show me your list first if you’re going to keep interrupting.”
Jake hands it over.
“But there’s only one line.”
He shrugs. “I got it covered. Just read it.”
“My wife will be awesome… But that doesn’t tell me anything.”
“Sure it does. Besides, I’m not worried about getting married. I’m only worried about…”
“Me, right?” she whispers. “You’re always worried about me.”
Jake glances around the room. “I don’t want you to have to keep coming here all the time. And I can’t bear to think of those kids at school bugging you because of your arm.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’ve got a plan.”
“I don’t always like your plans.”
Jake grins. “Sure you do.”
Nurse Lisa stops by to check the dialysis machine.
Laura giggles. “Remember when you brought the neighbor kid’s karaoke machine in here and forced everyone to sing?”
Jake chuckles. “One of my finer moments.”
“Actually, that was a blast,” the nurse says. “You should do it again.”
Laura groans. “Don’t encourage him.”
Nurse Lisa pats her on the shoulder. “You feeling all right, honey?”
“Good. I’ll be back to check again later.” The nurse walks away.
“Are you okay?” Jake asks.
“I’m just tired.”
“Then rest your head on my shoulder and get some sleep.”
“Okay.” She yawns again.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Fifteen minutes pass as Jake watches his little sister sleep. He brushes her head with a kiss, then whispers: “I’m going to fix this. You’re not going to have to come here forever. Not if I can help it. I’m going to make it better… even if it kills me.”
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Today I’m psyched to have author Rumer Haven to the blog! I loved her ghostly historical romance Seven for a Secret. After my review, stick around for the interview and giveaway.
Seven For A Secret by Rumer Haven
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Secret Lives, Secret Deaths
“There’s souls not at rest here. It’s a troubled place, this.”
A historical romance set in Chicago, one of my favorite cities? Sign me up! The classy cover also drew me in.
In the year 2000, 25-year-old Kate moves into Camden Court, an apartment complex that used to be a 1920’s hotel. She meets a cast of quirky elderly neighbors who report they didn’t find the former tenant Olive in Kate’s apartment until three days after her death. *shudders* Then Kate gets locked in her bathroom, and it feels like she’s not alone. Eek!
Kate works at a museum with her boyfriend Dexter. While Dexter is sweet, he’s no Jake Ryan from Sixteen Candles. (The 80s and 90s references made me happy.) Kate also feels intrigued by her hottie neighbor and wants to take a “break” from her relationship with Dex. (Anyone who knows the Ross/Rachel saga from Friends worries this won’t turn out well.)
As Kate gets to know spunky Vera and kind-hearted Leo from the geriatric crowd, they tell her more about the ghostly Olive and her older sister Eva from the well-to-do 1920’s Hughes family. The story then travels back through time to the scene of a decadent house party, full of flappers and moonshine. Bachelor Lon meanders through the crowd with cynical distaste, until he comes upon an “exquisite nymph” of a woman, Eva.
Lon first notices Eva’s eyes:
They burned with a jade green he’d once seen in a great bonfire, the hottest of flames devouring all they came into contact with.
A bit of foreshadowing, perhaps? Sadly, Eva is betrothed to a man from another of Chicago’s socially elite families. But Lon won’t give up easily.
The historical romances in the 20s and 00s gradually pulled me in deeper to the point that it felt like I lived in Camden Court myself. The descriptive writing style authentically captures the proper debauchery and impending sense of doom from the twenties. This is a long novel, which allows both stories to unfold at their own pace (unlike my dissatisfaction with jamming two stories into one in Ugly Love).
One story has a happy ending and the other ends on a tragic note, but a common thread woven throughout is the search for love with the right partner, no matter how tangled the threads (or bonds) of life become. Kate’s friend Blair tells it so well:
“Kate, trust me. When a guy’s genuinely into you, the rules don’t apply. Real love isn’t a game, and that’s how you’ll know it when you see it. You’ll recognize The One when you aren’t overanalyzing him. You’ll just … be, and it’ll play out organically.”
And Kate responds:
“Why do I always feel like Enya should be playing in the background of your advice? I can almost smell herbal incense spraying out of my phone.” Hehe.
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And now I interview Rumer:
Jennifer Lane (JL): Welcome to the blog, Rumer. I loved the uniqueness of Seven for a Secret. What sparked the story for you?
JL: I also love Chicago! What made you choose the Windy City for the setting?
JL: You’re an editor and an author. Which started first? What is your favorite thing about both?
JL: What is one thing about publishing that has surprised you?
JL: What are you working on now?
Larsen Davis isn’t afraid to stand up to those who bully him, but in a two-against-one situation at Mystekal High, it’s never easy. When classmate River Dalworth witnesses the abuse and intervenes, the two seniors become good friends. Larsen explains that he’s fighting another battle at home: his own mother, Raylene, bullies him for being gay.
When Larsen meets River’s mother, Arielle, and learns she is overseeing the renovation of the Desert Theater, he shares his dream for a career on stage. Soon, Arielle offers Larsen a job as her assistant, but Raylene is dead set against the idea of her son doing what she considers “gay work.” After Raylene gets a new boyfriend, Reggie, the bad situation at home worsens and Larsen has no choice but to leave.
Now working at the Desert Theater, Larsen feels the unearthly presence of someone in the long-abandoned theater. Meanwhile, as the theater nears completion, a talent show is scheduled for opening night. As it becomes more evident that the theater may have a ghost, it also comes to light that someone may be sabotaging the renovation and the show. Is the ghost real or just the handiwork of someone with a grudge?
Opening night at the Desert Theater sets the stage for a crime, never-imagined reunions, long-awaited explanations, and otherworldly miracles.
River was just leaving school for the day when Gina caught up to him. “Hi there, River.”
“Oh, hi, Gina.”
“I was just wondering …”
“What? If I’m as good-looking close up as I am from a distance?”
Gina giggled. “Well, maybe.”
Just as River was about to respond, Larsen appeared at his side. “Sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if I could speak to you for a minute. Before you head home.”
Gina looked disappointed. “Guess I’ll talk to you another time, River.”
“Sure thing.” River turned to Larsen as Gina walked away. “Let’s go outside and hang a left. I think they spray for bullies there.”
“Ha! I think they do. Thanks, Riv.”
As soon as they walked around to the side of the school, Larsen leaned against the wall and exhaled. “Man, it’s been a bad day.”
“I’m really sorry about Jax and Antonio.”
“They cornered me right after Ms. Carrow’s class.”
“Sucks, dude. Sorry I wasn’t there.”
“Listen, River. I wanted to thank you for standing up for me. People rarely do. I wasn’t so sure Jax wasn’t going to punch you out.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
“I really appreciate what you did. I just don’t want you to get caught up in my nightmare.”
River shook his head. “No. It’s everyone’s nightmare when nobody stops bullies.”
“I sure wish more people felt like you did. Wish they had your courage. I should be able to stop them without any help.”
“Reinhardt’s a big guy. Antonio is a body builder. We all need a little help now and then. Just try to go home and chillax.”
Larsen looked down and kicked the dirt. “Home. That’s a joke. I’m gonna tell you something, Riv, because I know I can trust you.”
“You can. What’s up?”
“Let’s just say that being at school is better than being at home most of the time. And considering I’ve got two jerks bullying me, that doesn’t say much, does it?”
River looked dumbfounded. “School is better than home? What’s going on?”
“I’ve got a mother who’s the biggest bully of them all.”
“Your mom bullies you for being gay?”
“That’s about right.”
She is the author of five novels. Her first-published book, Crooked Moon (General/Literary Fiction) was published in 2008. Her first-written, second-published book, Squalor, New Mexico (General Fiction/Literary Fiction) was published in 2009. Molly Hacker Is Too Picky! (Women’s Fiction/Chicklit), was published December 1, 2011.
In October 2013, Lisette’s fourth novel, Mystical High, book #1 in a YA paranormal trilogy, The Desert Series, was published. In November 2014, her fifth novel, Desert Star, book #2 in The Desert Series was published.
In January 2013, the author edited and published a book of her mother’s poetry (written 50 years earlier) called My Way to Anywhere by Jean Lisette Brodey. The author’s office website is: lisettebrodey.com. In addition to information about her books, Lisette blogs, hosts guest bloggers, and interviews fellow authors on a weekly basis.
The Kindle edition of Desert Star is available for $2.99. The paperback edition will be published in the near future, and Desert Star will soon be available at other major e-tailers. Also, don’t forget to check out Mystical High, the first book in the series, now only 99c!