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Sons_of_the_Sphinx_Cover_FINALArmed with what she considers her grandmother’s curse, 15-year-old Rosa agrees to help the ghost of King Tut find his lost queen Hesena. Thrust back into Ancient Egypt with Tut, Rosa discovers that finding Hesena is not all she must do. She must keep out of the reach of the living Horemheb – who crosses mortal boundaries using Seth’s evil magic – if she is to stay alive to make it back home.

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Sons of the Sphinx snippets

 

No way am I that crazy.

 



“ ‘Touch me, Roosa. You will see I’m real enough.’

 



Touch him? Is he as crazy as I am? Okay, so I’m going to touch him, just for my own peace of mind.

 



I reach out my hand, fingers extended, trying to reach him but not move from the wall. A crooked smile appears on his face. He takes a couple of steps forward, reaches out and touches me.

 



Lightning heat shoots out from him, races up my arm, switches direction and dives into my stomach. I snatch my hand back and grab my belly with both hands. The burning sensation knocks my knees out from under me. I slump to the floor, still leaning on the wall. The room spins, and my head swims. Tears mixed with stars blur my vision so there is no focusing. Not enough air in here; my chest tightens as if the lungs inside are ready to explode.”

 

Dead?

 



A shout from behind makes me turn. Tut is running after me, but it is not his voice that ignites the terror in my heart. It is mine screaming to hold on to life.

 



“No. No. NO!”
The force of the explosion flings me through the air like a rag doll. By the time I pick my head up a dense cloud of dust engulfs me. Too late I cover my face.

 



I’m choking, can’t breathe, can’t see! I’m dying!
Arms encircle my chest pulling me backwards. My legs scrape painfully across the debris- covered granite floor. Another pair of arms lifts my legs. Floating. That’s what it’s like. Dying is like floating on air.

 



My body touches solid ground. Voices, whispers really, penetrate my clogged brain. I hope this is heaven.
Without warning, I start coughing and gagging. My brain screams at me. “Fight! Breathe!”

 

The Queen Speaks

 



No way! “Hey, Tut. This sphinx still has its nose. This isn’t The Sphinx.”

 



“What are you saying, Roosa? Come and help me clear the sand away from the stele.” “I said, this isn’t The Sphinx. It still has its nose.”

 



“Of course, it has a nose. That’s the way it was made.”

 



“No. You don’t understand,” I protest. “The Sphinx in my time has no nose. It’s been broken off for centuries.”

 



Tut casts me a perplexed look. A tingling sensation goes through me like when you touch your tongue to the two terminals of a battery. “Come, Roosa. We need to unbury the stele.”

 



I follow blindly, still looking at the undamaged face of the Sphinx. It’s definitely more striking to see it in one piece.

 



“People have always wondered what happened to it,” I say more to myself than to Tut. “Guess I won’t find out now.”

 



It is only as I help Tut scoop the sand away from the top edge of the stele that I realize the sand has drifted and blown all around the Sphinx, burying it up to its neck in places. No wonder it appears smaller.

 



The desert always reclaims its own, even mighty Pharaohs.”

 



I jerk my head up searching for the voice. I glance at Tut, but he continues to dig.

 



My hands wrap themselves around my stomach. The nausea’s coming back. It is her. It is Ankhesenamun.

 



“It is all right, Rosa. Here in my homeland I find communication easier for short moments.”

 



Tut stops digging, his eyes glued on me. “Please, Rosa. Show him I still love and support him.”

 



Confused, I start to question her, but like an avalanche, the answer bursts into my mind.

 



The picture at home in my room. The two of them. Her longing sits heavy in the pit of my stomach. Unable to do anything else, I nod ever so slightly. Then, with Tut’s expression still questioning, I reach out and touch him as she does in the picture. Energy flows down my arm into my fingertips. Tut grips my hand and presses it to his heart.

 

Sons of the Sphinx Playlist

1. Walk like an Egyptian by The Bangles

 

2. Hunger by Of Monsters and Men

 

3. King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men

 

4. The Darkest Hour by Howard Shore (The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies)

 

5. America by Simon and Garfunkel

 

AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

 

 

 

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Reveal Blast Tutankhamen Speaks

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Tutankhamen_Speaks_Cover_FINALHundreds of years ago, scrolls that would alter the view of Ancient Egypt’s most famous pharaoh were lost. Rumors through the ages said the scrolls told of a time that the Pharaoh Tutankhamen spoke from beyond the grave. No one who heard of these scrolls believed that the scrolls had ever existed.Then following the Arab Spring in 2011, S. L. Wood, an Egyptian scholar, made an amazing discovery in the basement of the Cairo Museum.

Read the story from the lost scrolls that recorded the Boy King’s words from beyond the grave.

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Tut 1: 3D printer copy of Tut’s mummy
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Tut 2: Tutankhamen’s Golden Throne
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Tut 3: Small sacrophagi of Tut’s children
Tutankhamen Speaks Playlist


1. I Threw It All Away by Bob Dylan

 

2. Welcome to My World by Jim Reeves

 

3. Glitter in the Air by Pink

 

4. These are the Days of Our Lives by Queen

 

5. Walk like an Egyptian by The Bangles

 
AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

 

 

 

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Reveal Blast The King’s Ransom

 

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The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table

 

12Three Friends. Three Quests. Three Mysterious Predictions

In medieval Wales, eleven-year-old Prince Gavin, thirteen-year-old orphan Philip, and fifteen-year-old blacksmith’s apprentice Bryan are brought together in friendship by one they call the Wild Man. When an advisor to the king is killed and a jewelled medallion is stolen from the king’s treasury, the Wild Man is accused of the theft and murder. Filled with disbelief at the arrest of the Wild Man, the three friends embark upon a knight’s quest to save their friend’s life. To succeed, the three must confront their fears and insecurities, and one of them will have to disclose the biggest secret of all.

 

 

 

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Prince Gavin


Gavin’s gaze was drawn back to the castle’s battle-scarred walls and the heavily armed guards. The evil emanating from the structure surrounded and held him captive, like a lone deer surrounded by hungry wolves in the dead of winter, unable to move, its eyes glassy with fear, its limbs frozen by the hypnotic gleam of the wolves’ yellow eyes. Even knowing its life was ending, the deer wouldn’t break and run. So Gavin sat frozen in front of the castle.

 

The enormity of his quest enveloped Gavin and he sighed. Continuing on meant he might save the Wild Man, but he might put himself in danger as well. King Edward was his father’s enemy and possibly responsible for Aldred’s murder. If Gavin were caught, Edward wouldn’t treat him kindly. The young prince summoned his courage and focused on the Wild Man. It had seemed so simple last night in the company of Bryan and Philip.


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The air inside the blacksmith shop lay dense and heavy, making it difficult to breathe for any who ventured inside. The fire from the forge still burned red hot, even though the bellows hadn’t fanned the embers in some time. Sixteen-year-old Bryan submersed the newly formed sword into a cold bucket of water. Steam enveloped him, adding to the sweat already streaming down his face. With his free arm, he wiped his forehead and pushed back his soaked red hair.

 

The blacksmith, James, watched intently as Bryan Balyard lifted the sword out of the water, its blade cooler but still hot to the touch. Holding the sword in front of him, Bryan sighted down the blade’s edge as he’d been taught. Straight and flat, just as it should be. He made a few short cuts to check its balance. It responded well to his moves. Bryan handed the sword to James for approval. After checking its weight and doing a closer inspection of the craftsmanship, James nodded.

 

“You’re getting better. This weapon is good enough for a knight of the Round Table.”

 

Bryan beamed, his eyes reddened and watering from the smoke.

 

“I haven’t an order from any of Arthur’s knights, so make this your own.”

 

Bryan’s lower jaw dropped.

 

“Mine?” he forced out.
Philip

 

The late afternoon sun still held the day’s heat. Philip set the ax down and wiped his brow before getting a drink of water. Looking at the stack of chopped wood, he smiled sadly. Two years ago he would never have dreamed he’d be here, chopping wood for food and a dry place to sleep. He shook his head at his thoughts, his shaggy, ill-cut black hair falling unevenly across his forehead. Two years. It seemed like forever.

 

Two years earlier, he had lived with his parents and baby brother on their small farm up north. His parents worked hard to put food on the table and to pay off the farm. Philip’s main job was to watch baby Benjamin while his mother helped his father in their small field. When Benjamin fell sick, Philip helped his father clear the old stalks and rocks from the soil while his mother nursed the baby. He helped his father carefully plant the winter wheat and barley for harvest in the spring.

 

As autumn slipped into winter, Benjamin hadn’t gotten better. His tiny body burned with fever. Those last few days when Philip held him, the heat coming from Benjamin threatened to slowly engulf him like the embers of a dying fire.

 

Then one day, the heat drained from Benjamin’s body, and cold took its place. Philip didn’t understand at first why his mother and father cried. For days they’d waited for the fever to leave, and finally it had. Then he noticed the stillness of Benjamin’s body. His small chest didn’t rise and fall; he wasn’t breathing. Along with the heat, life had also left the tiny body.

 

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Book Sound Track for Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, book 2 and The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table.


Stand By Me by Ben E. King

 

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

 

I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrands

 

B.B.B.F.F. (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

 

Float On by Modest Mouse

 

Learning to Fly (Brave) by Tom Petty

 

Learn Me Right (Brave) by Mumford & Sons, Feat Birdy

 

Touch The Sky (Brave) by Julie Fowlis

 

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Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reveal Blast Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend

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Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, Book 2


“Think before acting,” her father always warned. But Princess Guinevere is ruled by her heart. Her betrothal to King Arthur has not changed this. When Guinevere and Cedwyn’s latest adventure takes a dangerous turn, they find themselves embroiled in a life-or-death struggle as foretold by Merlyn’s Goddess of the Stones. Renegades—foiled in their attempt to kidnap the princess—steal the children of Cadbury Castle to sell as slaves. Guinevere and Cedwyn vow to rescue the children, but a miscalculation puts them all in more danger. The plan quickly unravels, and Guinevere’s impassioned decisions come crashing down as Cedwyn chooses to turn his dream of becoming a knight into reality. Will their courage be strong enough to survive, or will one make the ultimate sacrifice?

 

 

Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend snippets


1. The Goddess Speaks:

 

Many trials await the two of you. Perhaps the hardest are the ones you will have to endure alone.

 

“You, Guinevere, will find yourself lost. You—who are destined to be a great queen—will have to traverse a journey of immense pain and self-doubt. You must let your inner feelings guide you. The journey will be hard and painful. You must summon the courage of your soul to sustain you.

 

“You, Cedwyn, faithful friend of the princess and the queen. Your journey may be the hardest of all. You will be sent far from those you serve and love. Your duty will demand that you see this most difficult journey to its end. Whether it be death or life for you will depend upon many things. Your courage must also come from deep within your soul for one so young. Your love of family and friends must be great. But greater still must be your loyalty to the knight’s duty. For your knight’s vow comes soon. You must embrace it. You must defeat the temptations to turn aside for your own safety.

 

2. Great Sadness and Danger:

 

With saddened and heavy hearts, they left the gruesome glen behind and rode for the castle.

 

Samuel followed Guinevere, having chosen to ride beside Aaron. His tears dried, but the anguish not buried with his family. The grief was clearly evident in his hunched body, the anger in his clenched fists on the pony’s reins. Cedwyn worried about the boy’s state of mind.

 

Guinevere now led the trio, concern for the safety of the castle and the people there were marked by the hard set of her chin. Worry etched lines in her wrinkled brow and deepened her hollowed eyes.

 

Cedwyn brought up the rear. His eyes noted every movement. Ears tuned to the echoes of the forest, head swiveling at each movement and sound. Fear had taken permanent hold over his body—a feeling he was certain should have been as foreign to him as it would have been to Arthur’s knights. Cold fear tightened its grip on his heart and throat. Those who would kill the gentle monks would stop at nothing. Now the little group rode in the dark, a time when all earthly creatures took on the pallor of ghosts, and hidden danger lurked all around them.

 

3. Fathers and Daughters:

 

His finger on her lips stopped her rebuttal.

 

“Not now. Other issues demand the attention of the knights and kings.”…

 

“But Father…I promised.”

 

“So you did, daughter mine, but kings must rule with their heads not their hearts. This discussion is over. You are dismissed to go to your room. I have a knight there who will make sure your rest tonight isn’t disturbed.”

 

Her legs refused to move. She opened her mouth, but no words came.
“Go. Now Guinevere. Before I forget you’re my own flesh and have you flogged for the dangers you’ve brought upon us. Go!”
Guinevere ran from the room, fists clenched, tears streaming down her face.
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Book Sound Track for Guinevere: At the Dawn of Legend, book 2 and The King’s Ransom, book 1 of Young Knights of the Round Table.


Stand By Me by Ben E. King

 

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

 

I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrands

 

B.B.B.F.F. (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

 

Float On by Modest Mouse

 

Learning to Fly (Brave) by Tom Petty

Learn Me Right (Brave) by Mumford & Sons, Feat Birdy

 

Touch The Sky (Brave) by Julie Fowlis

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AUTHOR BIO

Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

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Reveal Blast of Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend

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Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend, Book 1


At the dawn of Camelot, one young girl is about to take her place beside the greatest king in England’s history…. She is a mere child of twelve. But in these medieval days, this is the age when childish things must be put away and greater responsibilities accepted—all in preparation for a betrothal of marriage. For young Lady Guinevere, on the advent of her thirteenth Birth Day, the whole idea is quite unbearable. After all, what could be better than spending her youth playing with her best friend Cedwyn, roaming the grounds around the castle looking for mythical creatures or hunting rabbits? However, the wizard Merlyn—her teacher and friend—knows that destiny has a way of catching up with a person. His arrival sets in motion a series of events that will lead Guinevere to her destiny whether she is ready for it or not.

 

The Legend Within
by Cheryl Carpinello
Arthurian stories are steeped in legend. While perceived as fiction, legends often contain elements of factual happenings. It is left up to readers to decide if they believe or not.
In the Arthurian tales I write, I always add one or two of my own legends. Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend contains one of my favorites: The Legend of the Red Deer and the Unicorn. I’ve recited this story at readings and at Medieval Festivals where I have been the storyteller. Here it is:


The Legend of the Red Deer and the Unicorn

 

A long, long time ago when the forests were young, the unicorns roamed the land of what is now called England. They numbered in the thousands. One day a red deer washed up on a sandy shore during a violent storm. Not knowing the land, the red deer soon became lost, unable to find fresh water and enough grasses to eat. The unicorns found the deer near death from thirst and starvation. These kind creatures nudged and pushed the deer to fresh water and later showed it the best grazing grounds and the safest places in the forest to bed down.

 

Before long the unicorns adopted the deer, which, in turn, promised that all future generations of red deer would protect the unicorns. A few years later, another red deer washed up on the shore, was discovered and saved by the red deer and the unicorns. The two deer later mated and left the unicorn herds.

 

Hundreds of years passed and in those years, the red deer herds grew in number until there wasn’t a forest without the deer across the land. Sadly, the same could not be said for the unicorns. As men populated the island, a myth arose about the unicorn. It was believed that a unicorn’s horn held strong magic for man, and some even thought it could cure all of men’s ills. To that end, unicorns were hunted ruthlessly for the magical horn, their bodies left to rot once the horn was harvested.

 

The numbers of unicorns across the land dwindled to just a handful when the unicorns and the red deer met once more. The unicorns asked if the red deer remembered when the unicorns had saved them. The red deer remembered because the memories of the first red deer were passed on to each new deer. Filled with dismay at how few unicorns remained, the red deer kept their promise to protect the unicorns.

 

Today if you are lucky enough to come across a herd of red deer in England, you must be very quiet and patient. If you wait long enough and look hard enough, between the legs of the red deer, you may catch a glimpse of white. At the middle of each herd, the unicorns thrive and play.

 

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Hard to believe that last night she had been so happy. Now, her world had fallen apart. It’s not that I don’t expect to get married. I know I must. But not now, not so soon. And to spring it on her and not give her the opportunity to participate in the decision stung like the bee that had bitten her last summer. Suddenly, the magic of the unicorn seemed so far away. Her eyes started to water. She blinked and tried to wipe the tears away before Cedwyn saw them, but she couldn’t.

 

“What’s the matter? Why are you crying again? Is it because of that decision your father made?”

 

Guinevere nodded in reply.

 

“What do you have to do? Is that what the king and Merlyn were talkin’ about last night in the hall after everyone left?”


“It must be,” she said, wondering if Merlyn had known even in the forest. “When did you see them?”


“I sneaked back into the hall after everyone had gone to bed to see if there was any more circlette left. I saw them with their heads together, but they didn’t see me. They were discussin’ some secret.”


Shaking her head, Guinevere said, “That’s why Father waited for Merlyn before he said anything to me. They came up with this idea between themselves.” She felt so betrayed.


“So, what is it that you have to do? Why have we run away from home?”

 

“My Father the King and apparently Merlyn have decided that I am to marry King Arthur in two years and become his Queen. I’ll have to leave the castle, my home, you, and everything I’ve grown up with,” she added, not realizing that Cedwyn was staring at her with his mouth wide open.
“He even promised Grandfather’s round table to King Arthur. All without asking!” She finished, sure that she had stated her point clearly. Her eyes strayed to the hand that Arthur had kissed. Quickly she averted them.
“Are you sure they said King Arthur?” Cedwyn asked, his amazement showing in his voice.
“Oh yes! I’m sure.”
“That’s fantastic! He’s gonna be a great king! He’s gonna bring all of England together. I heard some of the knights talking about him last night. They said that he is the bravest and best warrior they have ever seen. And the smartest!” He looked at Guinevere and shook his head. “And you are gonna be his Queen!” Disbelief washed over him. “I wish someone would make a decision like that for me!”
“Really? Then you can marry King Arthur!” she said, standing up and stamping her foot.

 

Then she turned and stomped up the rise.

AUTHOR BIO


Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.



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Naomi Blog Tour w/ #Giveaway

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Naomi has a knack for attracting attention from ethereal beings—whether she wants it or not. Newly engaged to her sexy neighbor, Bryce, she has little time to celebrate and plan for her upcoming wedding, because no sooner does she wrap up a heartbreaking cold case than she finds herself right back where she started, searching for answers alongside ghostly spirits.

This time, however, Naomi learns that things are not what they seem as a man from her past quickly becomes her worst nightmare. If she’s not careful, this man might crush her hopes and dreams forever as he proves to be her most difficult opponent yet.

Still, Naomi tries to focus on her relationship with Bryce. Can it withstand head games and cruel intentions? Naomi makes it her mission to keep Bryce and his daughter safe from harm, but will true love be tough enough to withstand her adversaries?

Naomi must keep her eyes wide open and question everything— and everyone—in order to survive.

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Character Interview- POV of Bryce

DDB: It’s wonderful to get a chance to sit down and talk, Bryce. It seems you and Naomi have been at it again, getting wrapped up in the spirit world, that is. Tell me about it.

Bryce: Well, I think Naomi would all the credit there. She’s the one who attracts these lost souls.  It’s as if she’s a magnet for the paranormal. Seems like every time I think things will quiet down, another spirit turns to Naomi, seeking closure.

DDB: Is that a bad thing?

Bryce:  (laughs) Actually, I hate to admit it, but no. I think one of the very things that drew me to Naomi is her gentle, generous soul. I believe that’s why these lost souls gravitate toward her.  And, hey- life never gets boring, that’s for sure.

DDB: I can only imagine. Without giving away any of the story, I will say that you and Naomi have been through a lot in this book. I worry that all of the stress may cause problems with you and Naomi.

Bryce: Oh, Naomi’s had a rough time, but she’s such a strong person. I won’t lie when I say  our love will be tested. I don’t have the connections to ghosts like Naomi does, so I can’t imagine what she goes through while trying to help these souls, but I admire her dedication to these spirits. She certainly has a gift.

DDB: Yes, absolutely.  I do recall her determination, but I also remember the paranormal became all consuming for Naomi in the book, Maggie. That must be difficult to deal with.

Bryce: When Naomi sets her mind on something, she gives it her all. What could be more admirable? Sure, at times, it’s frustrating, but when you take a step back and consider the big picture, it’s all worthwhile. I wouldn’t have her any other way.

DDB: What a wonderful role model Naomi must be for your beautiful little girl, Holly.

Bryce: The best. Naomi selflessly considers the safety of both myself and Holly before worrying about herself.

DDB:  Why do you suppose these ghosts are connected to Naomi, I mean, I know she’s a kind soul herself, but have you ever considered there could be another reason?

Bryce: Every single day lately, but that’s for another time and another story.

DDB: Wait– are you saying there will be a third book in the Maggie series?

Bryce: Yes- it’s in the works now. This will be the last in the Maggie trilogy.  This one had really opened my mind to all of the possibilities of fate, destiny and the paranormal.

DDB: Sounds amazing. I can’t wait to read it.  Thank you, Bryce, it’s been wonderful talking with you.  I can’t wait to see what you and Naomi have in store for us next.  Is there a title to the upcoming book that you can share?

Bryce: Thanks, DDB. It’s been a pleasure talking with you as well. I suppose I could give you the title- the final book in the Maggie trilogy is titled Entangled Souls.

DDB:  Wow- that sound absolutely perfect for the series.

Bryce:  Oh, just wait.

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Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently lives with her husband, daughter and three step-daughters. The family also consists of two boxers; Destiny and Dolce and a ragdoll cat named Colby. Mya earned an undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy. She works as a special education teacher and enjoys making a difference in the lives of her students.

Mya’s passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. Mya spends her free time reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She is a romantic at heart and loves to create stories with unforgettable characters. Mya likes to travel; she has visited several Caribbean Islands, Mexico and Costa Rica. Mya is currently working on her tenth novel.

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Top Ten Internet Searches


As an author I get to research a lot of fun, weird, and sometimes scary things to make sure facts are straight or things are possible. This is my top ten research list.


10. How much of the world population would die if Yellowstone exploded. – 1/3 of the population, with more to follow from starvation. (Below the Surface-Short Story)


9. Different kind of raptors – this term didn’t refer to just one kind of dinosaur, I chose to go with the type that were thought to be a bit larger than a dog. (His Name in Rodger, A Case Files of Abigail Collins short story, available in Domesticated Velociraptors anthology)


8. Drug overdose symptoms – shortness of breath, unconsciousness or barely conscious, slurred words, lack of motor skills. (Code Name: Fox, Syndicate Novella Set One)


7. How long it takes for an eye ball to decompose – A couple months give or take (On Torn Wings/ Past Demons –Dark War Chronicles book 3&4)


6. How long it would take the plague to spread through humanity. – The plague can be spread through bodily fluids and would spread quicker in more populated areas and the effects can be seen as soon as 24 hours after infection. (Just a Little Death, Children of the Apocalypse book 1)


5. How to fight with a scythe. – there’s no real way to fight with a scythe, they aren’t meant to be used as weapons. However, there is a royal guide to fighting with them, but it’s more for show. (Just a Little Death, Children of the Apocalypse book 1)


4. How many people Jack the Ripper killed – At least five. (Split Souls, short story)


3. How to make tea in the Victorian era – so very complicated, almost ritualistic (Of Brass and Magic)


2. Poltergeist –  there are some very interesting stories out there on these. (The Trouble with Ghosts, Here Witchy Witchy book 3)

 

 

1. If it was plausible to keep someone captive in a basement for an extended period of time. – Yes, yes it is, and there are some very modern examples as well as older ones. This was by fare the most terrifying thing I’ve had to research. (The Trouble with Ghosts, Here Witchy Witchy book 3)

 




Interview

 

How did the idea of these two novellas come about?


Mia and I had been discussing two different, yet similar ideas and we decided to pull together and create a world we could both work in. We’ve worked together before, so we knew we could pull it off. We spent a couple weeks brain storming and coming up with the world and characters.


How does writing with two authors help the these novellas?


Readers get a bit of both writing styles and personalities. Mia is a little more PNR whereas mine is a bit more Urban Fantasy. We also get the advantage of different audiences to help with marketing purposes.


What was the hardest part of co-writing?


Consistency! Making sure the details of the world and story line match up from novella to novella. There was no clashing of personalities or any crazy drama which is nice. Mia is great to work with.


What is the Agency?


The Agency was created by the government to police the supernatural creatures where the human agencies can’t. But they have their own darker secrets and aren’t what they seem.


What is the Vampire Syndicate council?


The Syndicate council is actually made up of many difference supernatural creatures who supervise the mafia on goings of their respected race. They make sure that they stay within the agreements and work towards the goals that the Syndicate has placed on them.


What is the hardest part of write about shifter, vampire and this kind of world?

 

 

I don’t actually find anything particularly hard about this kind of world. It almost comes natural to me and maybe that’s because I spent my childhood imagining what it would be like for such creatures to exist in our world.




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BOOK INFORMATION

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TITLE – Young Knights of the Round Table: The King’s Ransom

SERIES – Book I

AUTHOR – Cheryl Carpinello

GENRE – Middle Grade Arthurian Legend

PUBLICATION DATE – 2016/2012

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 120 Pages

DISTRIBUTOR – Bublish, Inc.

PUBLISHER – Beyond Today Educator

COVER ARTIST – Berge Design

Formats – paperback, ebook

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Answer the hero’s call to Adventure with the Young Knights of the Round Table on their Quest.

Three friends. Three quests. Three mysterious predictions.

In medieval Wales, eleven-year-old Prince Gavin, thirteen-year-old orphan Philip, and fifteen-year-old blacksmith’s apprentice Bryan are brought together in friendship by one they call the Wild Man. When an advisor to the king is killed and a jewelled medallion is stolen from the king’s treasury, the Wild Man is accused of the theft and murder. Filled with disbelief at the arrest of the Wild Man, the three friends embark upon a knight’s quest to save their friend’s life. To succeed, the three must confront their fears and insecurities, and one of them will have to disclose the biggest secret of all. Join Gavin, Philip, and Bryan on their quest and share the adventures that await them in the land of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table.

AUTHOR

4209f-author2bpicture2b300dpi2bcopyI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these worlds.

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buried-alive-coverMonica wakes. It’s cold, damp. She feels confined…trapped…alone, and doesn’t know where she is or how she got there. Then panic sets in…clawing, feeling the dirt falling onto her face, Monica realizes she’s been buried alive. Escape may not be easy, it may not even be possible. She tries to remember what happened, how she became trapped inside this box, who it was that did this to her, and then the truth becomes crystal clear. Soon they will learn, when you kill someone, you better make sure they’re actually dead.

Jeremy Simons lives with his wife and three young daughters in Grayson, Louisiana.  He writes constantly in his spare time.  His dream is to someday be able to write full-time.

Jeremy has had stories appear with Carnage Conservatory Aphelion, Psychopomp, Voices from a Coma, The Horror Zine, Hellfire Crossroads Volume 4, Deathlehem Revisited, Short-Story.Me, Massacre Magazine, and three separate anthologies from Horrified Press (October’s End, the X3 Anthology, and Midnight Ghosts).  His novella (Buried Alive) and debut novel (Untold Tale) are both under contract with Celestial Waters Publishing and are available on Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and Books-A-Million.

The links for Buried Alive are as follows-

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Guest post with Jeremy Simons

I loved writing this book for several different reasons. For one, it’s loosely based on true events; it was fun to take something real and embellish it while keeping it an empowering story. Starting it was difficult, but it was interesting to try and pour my own emotion—my own fears and reservations—into trying to climb out of a grave.

This was also the first time I’ve ever really led with a female character, and going from victim to assailant is no easy feat. I only hope I did it justice.

Top ten favorites

Favorite Book:  probably It by Stephen King.

Favorite Movie:  Maximum Overdrive

Favorite Band:  Metallica

Favorite Song:  I don’t know about of all time but right now is probably Jekyll and Hyde by Five Finger Death Punch

Favorite Food:  Cookies-n-cream ice-cream

Favorite Saying:  “Don’t take life too seriously…you’ll never get out alive.”

Favorite Author:  Stephen King

Favorite Hobby:  Writing of course, but a close second would be playing basketball

Favorite Sport:  Basketball

 

Playlist for Buried Alive by Jeremy Simons

Def Leppard-Rock of Ages

Metallica-One

Five Finger Death Punch-Jekyll and Hyde

Tesla-What You Give

Breaking Benjamin-You Fight Me

AC/DC-Who Made Who?

Three Days Grace-Chalk Outline

Green Jelly-3 Little Pigs

Orgy-Blue Monday

Seether-Careless Whisper

Aerosmith-Last Child

The entire Queen of the Damned soundtrack

In This Moment-Whore

Pearl Jam-Yellow Ledbetter

Sick Puppies-You’re Going Down

I could go on and on, but these are definitely the ones I listen to the most.