INTERVIEW by Scott Mullins

 

Joining us today is mystery and romance author Joyce Brennan

 

Let’s get to know you better. Describe yourself in three sentences. Who is Joyce Brennan?

I’m a retired mother of four. When I’m not writing, I’m reading. I have an incredible imagination.

 

You’ve published Misplaced, a crime mystery/romance. What especially attracts you about this kind of story? The adventure. I imagined myself in Gilda’s situation and wondered how I’d handle the stress. If placed in the opposite circumstances of her present existence, would she thrive or fail?

 

Let’s talk a bit more about Misplaced. On the run from her parent’s killers, a wealthy big-city girl moves to a small town. Where did you get the inspiration for this interesting idea? I originally wrote small town romances. I wanted to add intrigue to my stories and remembered reading about the witness protection program. Then I began to think, what if? What would a woman do if taken out of her comfort zone and relocated to what she perceived as a hostile environment? Add her name to the Mob hit list and see where the chips fall.

 

Most writers include things from their surroundings, hobbies, or job experiences in their fiction. What influences your stories, other than your imagination? We were transferred eight times during my husband’s career with American Airlines. Each location offered a different set of circumstances and people to interact with. Also, I’ve volunteered for over 20 organizations during the years. That interaction provided more material for my books.

 

Do you see any popular trends in mystery stories right now? Are there specific plots (such as unearthing a mystery about ancestors, for example) or characters that readers seem to find fascinating? I read a lot about hidden secrets and wrote a book called The Hidden Journal. Every family has secrets, some more outrageous than others. I notice more Time Travel and Fantasies published. I did a survey of my readers and the majority wanted a sound, well-plotted story, whether it was romance, or a mystery

 

Tell us about some of your upcoming projects! What are you writing right now? I’m working on a series about women and romance in a small Ohio town. Each character has her own set of circumstances but are brought together in the same setting. I also have a mystery plotted that takes placed in a retirement center.

 

Where can new readers connect with you and buy your books?

I’m on facebook, twitter, google+ LinkedIn, Wattpage and Tirgearr Publishing’s webpage. My blog is

https://joycebrennan.blogspot.com  Both of my latest eBooks, Misplaced and The Hidden Journal, by Joyce Brennan are available on Amazon

 

Now for some fun stuff:

 

1: Do you prefer movies or TV—or neither? TV. I need to move around, crochet, or read during the commercials.

 

2: If you could pick, what three places in the world would you visit? Ireland, Scotland and Australia.

 

3: What’s the fiction genre that you don’t currently like but is slowly, steadily growing on you? Witches, vampires and werewolves.

 

4: An oldest, youngest, middle or only child? Has your place in the family has affected your viewpoint?

I’m the youngest. Both my brother and sister are five and six years older. It was like being an only child.

 

5: Quality you most admire in other people and wish you had more of? Patience.

 

It’s been so nice meeting you, Joyce! And remember, readers, to check out Joyce’s books here!

Amazon Address for Hidden Journal

http://www.amazon.com/The-Hidden-Journal-Journal-Joyce-Brennan-ebook/dp/BOOHRGMZ8O

Misplaced Amazon Address

 

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords

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THE COURIER, by Dorothy S. Macchio

About the Book

A STORY OF DEDICTION, CHANGE, AND BETRAYAL

 For over five hundred years the Bona Family Trust has been in the courier business with its couriers delivering secret documents between monarchs, heads of state, international businesses, international agencies and powerful individuals who control the world’s economics. It was contrived by two powerful sixteenth century women: Bona Sforza, Queen of Poland and Roxelana Hürrem Sultan, of the Ottoman Empire. Esther Handali, a Jewish agent for Roxelana made the triumvirate. Since royal couriers were frequently slaughtered on their travels, older women were selected as couriers because they, like most older women, were invisible in the world of men. Their journeys to visit relatives and other courts were a perfect cover. It worked well until the 21st century.

 Beatrice Wheeler San Giacomo is a dedicated courier member of the Trust along with several other women who are also direct descendants of the founders. All agents are fifty to seventy years old. A few are older. She accepted what seems a routine assignment and immediately things are different. The operating protocols have changed and it becomes obvious that the Trust has developed new methods to keep adversaries from discovering the couriers. The ability of governments to hack into communications technology made these couriers more valuable, but the same technology also puts them at risk. Beatrice finds that she must adapt on the job or be kidnapped and perhaps killed. The changes by the Trust to become a modern international business leads to the betrayal of all she believes.

 

About the author:

Dorothy is a graduate of Fairfield University (CT) with a Masters Degree in Corporate and Political Communication. She has worked as a newspaper writer, college lecturer, and in California, as a volunteer museum curator for a California Mission.

Dorothy raised three children and has five grandchildren. She is an amateur historian, and is involved in many activities in her community.

You can purchase THE COURIER, on amazon.com @$3.99

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the+courier+by+Dorothy+Macchio

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THE HUNTED, by Shannan Albright

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A druid sworn to protect and nurture.

Leigh Simon, a druidic healer, lives a peaceful existence among her nomadic tribe. She practices the healing arts and communes with the earth—until her estranged mother’s death turns Leigh’s life upside down. Leigh is now heir to her mother’s worldly possessions, including one dark, brooding demon.

A demon sworn to revenge.

Taren’s rage against witches is all that keeps him going. Forced into the beholden vow, magically binding him to the witches’ Guild of Assassins, he bides his time until he can find a way to break the vow. The key to his freedom comes in the form of one curvaceous female who knows nothing about the violence, hatred, and fear his kind has lived through.

A hunt to the death.

Leigh’s shocked at the brutality Taren endures at the hand of the Isis Guild of Assassins. The only way to right the wrong is to enter an antiquated, lethal challenge called The Hunt. If they can evade a deadly squad of assassins for twenty-four hours, they’re home free—something no one has done for hundreds of years—and falling in love only makes the need to survive steeper. Now, they’re not just fighting for Taren’s freedom, they’re fighting for love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT

“She spoke of you, her child, and the hard choice to send you away from her and the guild she’d tied herself to. She’d wanted you to have a life free of blood and death. She spoke of sensing in you a strong magic, one which could be used for good or bad. She refused to have you used as a weapon, and she believed the Guild of Isis would have made you a weapon for their own gain. Instead, she chose someone who would train you in the ways of peace and nurturing. She instructed your Amaya to raise you as one of her own. To guide your mind and magic to their tenants and oppress the darker aspects of your power. I wanted to question her about you, for the first time seeing the real female and not the cold-blooded assassin. Sadly, it was not to be. She refused to say more about you, but the glimpse she gave me softened my wrath toward her. Anyone who could love and sacrifice for their child did have a soul worth salvaging.”

 

Tears ran unchecked down Leigh’s cheeks, and her throat tightened with the emotion rising from a deeply buried part of her soul. There was still that little child crying out for her mother. Always wondering what her mother found lacking in her which caused her to abandon her so easily. The knowledge worked like a healing balm, soothing the pain and giving her closure and peace. She held the truth close to her breast, absorbing it into her very essence.

Her mother had loved her and sacrificed to see her raised in a culture which cherished all life. The revelation was not lost on her.

With great care, Taren lightly brushed away the tears with his fingers before cupping her face and tilting her head up to meet his gaze head on. “So beautiful, tasa meela.” His deep voice held a husky note, sending a cascade of warmth through her, sweeping over her breasts and down to the juncture between her legs.

“What does that mean?” Her question came out in a breathless whisper as his heat caressed her, building a pulsing need hammering through her.

“The closest translation in your words is ‘bright spirit’.”

Taren drew nearer touching his forehead to hers and stroking her cheek with gentle fingers.

“Oh, I like that,” Leigh whispered, placing her hand over his.

Time froze for one perfect moment as they stood poised on the brink of a precipice she sensed there would be no coming back from.

“My mind tells me this is wrong, what is between us. Still, my soul cries out for you, your body a sweet siren’s song I must follow.”

Her breath caught on his words, her heart opening to him. She was dangerously close to falling in love with him, just as she knew she could trust him with her heart and soul, her very life.

Everything about him and her felt…right. Not wrong as he argued.

She drew away just enough to stare up into his beautiful dark eyes, missing the swirl of red she spied that morning in their dark depths.

“I am yours to take, Taren. I have never before felt such a pull. All that I am calls out for you too.” To lend power to her words, she reached out fingers sinking into thick golden strands of his hair. She marveled in the silkiness before lightly tracing his tightly curved horns.

On a shudder, his eyes closed, his breathing labored as she stroked them. Who knew a Demosian’s s horns could be so sensitive?

 

 

BUY LINK:

https://www.amazon.com/Hunted-Guild-Assassins-Book-ebook/dp/B01LBLVQOA/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1473385845&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Hunted+Shannan+Albright#nav-subnav

 

WEBSITE:

www.shannanalbright.com

FACEBOOK:

https://www.facebook.com/shannan.albright

BLOG

http://shannanalbright.blogspot.com/

 

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THE HUNTED, by Shannan Albright

 

A druid sworn to protect and nurture.

Leigh Simon, a druidic healer, lives a peaceful existence among her nomadic tribe. She practices the healing arts and communes with the earth—until her estranged mother’s death turns Leigh’s life upside down. Leigh is now heir to her mother’s worldly possessions, including one dark, brooding demon.

A demon sworn to revenge.

Taren’s rage against witches is all that keeps him going. Forced into the beholden vow, magically binding him to the witches’ Guild of Assassins, he bides his time until he can find a way to break the vow. The key to his freedom comes in the form of one curvaceous female who knows nothing about the violence, hatred, and fear his kind has lived through.

A hunt to the death.

Leigh’s shocked at the brutality Taren endures at the hand of the Isis Guild of Assassins. The only way to right the wrong is to enter an antiquated, lethal challenge called The Hunt. If they can evade a deadly squad of assassins for twenty-four hours, they’re home free—something no one has done for hundreds of years—and falling in love only makes the need to survive steeper. Now, they’re not just fighting for Taren’s freedom, they’re fighting for love.

 

 

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DEADLY ALLIANCE, by Kathleen Rowlands

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Would you like to know Kathleen Rowland’s summertime  to win any guy over?  While cooking his favorite dinner, lighten up, get silly and playful!  Do a sexy dance with a frying pan, move in for a hug and kiss.  Serve dinner outside with candles under the moonlight.

Blurb for Deadly Alliance, romantic suspense

Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.

Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.

Interview—Finn and Amy

Let’s interview the hero of Deadly Alliance,  Finbar Donahue.

  1. Nickname:  Finn. My full name is Finbar Michael Donahue.
  2. Job: I own my own investment company, but who’s the chickenshit stealing money from me?  My goal is to find the thief.
  3. Level of schooling:  B.A. in finance, former Army Ranger. That was when I targeted a known enemy.  Believe me, it’s harder now.

I’ve got a few questions for the heroine, Amy Kintyre.

  1. What’s your dream job? I want to get my sportswear design business back on track.  A few days ago a buyer phoned me and gave me an opportunity to present my line.  I need a nine-to-five with evenings and weekends off to sew mockups.
  2. Is that why you applied for Finbar Donahue’s bookkeeping job?  Yes, but I have a huge problem.   Last night I found a sketchy bank account belonging to my late boyfriend, Les.  He and Finn were partners.
  3. Would you enjoy working for Finn?  No, but there aren’t many job openings in Lake Arrowhead.

 

Short excerpt– Amy’s first day working for Finn

Hours later, Finn straightened his spine as he listened to his new bookkeeper order Rosenberg around with the authority of an Army lieutenant. She spoke with confidence from her chair and waited for answers with intensity. Somehow she came across larger than her delicate self.

“Brad,” his pretty war buddy said, “I’ll need your password to access activity-to-date.” Her attitude wasn’t for show. Her curiosity propelled her to the depths of the drain. Heaven help those who lurked there.

“Sure thing.” Brad blew out a breath and scribbled his password on a sticky note. Handing it to her, he bent to her level.

She said, “I apologize for causing chaos.”

“No apology necessary.” Brad asked, “What are you working on?”

Jumping in, Finn said, “Comparisons, Rosenberg, that’s what she’s working on.” Unholy as she’d undoubtedly turn out to be, at the moment they were forged in combat. “Give her your full support.”

“Absolutely. Consider me your scaffold,” Rosenberg said, accepting his fate. “Excuse me, won’t you? I’m running payroll.”

Finn liked his head accountant. He was solid. Dependable. Not creative, but his easy-going manner was soothing. “Payroll. You’re a masochist.”

Amy smiled, and her crystal-green gaze sought his. She found his comment amusing. Her professional attire included a gray satin blouse tucked into a herringbone skirt. When she moved, her layered, dark-blonde hair settled into a sleek flip over her shoulders.

Amy’s bending and reaching, as she took control of her four-by-four cubicle, was damn compelling. She found a rhythm with a handy notepad beside her computer. Using Brad’s password, she turned sideways to open files. Attractive summed up her symmetrical profile and creamy complexion.

For a long while, getting hot and heavy had not been on his mind. Her envelope gave him concrete evidence to bring to the sheriff and eased his tension. As she brushed tresses off her face, he wanted to nibble on her ear.

Amy packed her lithe frame with succulent curves. He enjoyed observing her ample bust which required high-performance support. He’d like to see those globes running free. He’d never considered her as dating material. Timing was off. When she started dating Les, he was hooking up with Miss California. Now it was too late. She worked for him. Hands off. Finn liked women—lots of women, all women, in all shapes and sizes and ethnicities as long as they met the enthusiasm requirement. He hadn’t tested this, but she was off-limits for another reason. He didn’t intend to put her through another relationship leading to nowhere.

Finn kept things loose. A woman in his bed but not in his life was what he often said. There hadn’t been that either.  Why was she looking at him like that?

 

Purchase links for Deadly Alliance:

Amazon UK

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/

Nook:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/deadly-alliance-kathleen-rowland/1123141145?ean=2940152523393

Amazon US

http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28225810-deadly-alliance?from_search=true&search_version=service

 

Bio and author links:

Bio and Links—Kathleen Rowland

Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts.  Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels.   She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji.  Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.  While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write while listening to demanding character voices in her head.

http://www.kathleenrowland.com/

https://twitter.com/rowlandkathleen

https://kathleenrowland.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/kathleen.rowland.50

http://www.amazon.com/Kathleen-Rowland/e/B007RYMF7S/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1462406582&sr=1-2-ent

 

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NEWEST MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY

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“We’re not buying a dog,” my husband insisted. “We’re just looking.”

“Of course not,” I agreed.

The SPCA website showed a multitude of animals to rescue on my home computer and I wrote down the names of the ones I thought I’d like to see. Tom and I drove out to the Dewey Animal Shelter in Las Vegas to LOOK.

Unlike the old days when you could peruse all of the animals, the shelter now provided a video display of the dogs, cats, rabbits, and gerbils available for adoption.

From my original list, number one was gone. We were told numbers two and three had been abused and snapped at strangers. Number four had health problems. I took another look at the video and saw a dog they tagged as El Paso. (The shelter gives the dogs strange names.) El Paso was put on display that very day, so I asked to see him.

“Abused,” the attendant warned. “I’m not sure how he will react.” He brought him out attached to a lasso-type leash and told me to sit on the bench and let him get used to me. Imagine my surprise when the six pound, long-haired Chihuahua leaped up onto my lap. He then hopped over to Tom and licked his cheek. We were smitten.

Tom took the leash and led the four-year old puppy out to their patio to see how he would behave. El Paso obeyed the Sit, Stay, Come commands. After filling in the paperwork, paying the adoption fee, and listened as the shelter attendant gave us instructions, we were the proud owners of the dog we renamed Pepe. I chose the name Pepe because Tom insisted on calling him Puppy.  Now (Pepe/Puppy) comes by either name.

Once home, we set up boundaries in order to begin the house-training process. After taking him for the initial walk, we watched and waited. Four hours later, the dog leaned against the door, and jumped up and down when we attached the leash.

“He’s housebroken!”

We are so fortunate that this little doggie found us. I highly recommend the SPCA if you’re looking to adopt a pet. There are so many abandoned animals out there, and we got the prize.  

 

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The Importance of Writerly Friends

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