Welcome Author Anthony Avina

Anthony writes horror . . . and I thought it might be interesting to highlight his latest release, I Was An Evil Teenager, and to interview him to find out what makes a horror writer tick.

AvinaAnthony Avina’s latest novel, “I Was An Evil Teenager: Remastered,” is the collective work of the Evil Teenager novella series. Featuring the novellas “I Was A Teenage Killer”, “I Was a Teenage Zombie” and “I Was A Teenage Demon”, the story follows the exploits of Lisa Etron, an innocent looking teenage girl that everyone in her small hometown loves.

Yet a sinister presence resides behind the mask that is Lisa Etron, and the terror she brings will affect the lives of those closest to her in dark and terrible ways. This is the story of the evolution of evil and whether or not true evil can ever truly die. It’s also the story of hope and overcoming that evil with the love and support of family and friends, and how that hope can bring out the strength people never know they truly have. Good versus Evil come to life in this series in new and terrifying ways, and only by reading this completely remastered version of the stories can you find out what makes Lisa Etron a truly evil teenager…

You can find this suspenseful novel Here.

So let’s get on to the interview:

1. What book do you wish you could have written?
I wish I could have written The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. The way he’s able to effortlessly mashup various genres and infuse such an epic story with very real and grounded characters is so inspiring. That’s the kind of story I hope to write someday.
2. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you to write?
Definitely Stephen King is my biggest inspiration. He is the one that first brought about my interest in writing. I also am inspired by Dean Koontz and his incredible characters, as well as Cassandra Claire and her unique style of YA genre writing.
3. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?
For I Was An Evil Teenager: Remastered, I’ve always pictured the story as being a television show or film series. For the main antagonist of Lisa Etron, I’d probably want to cast someone like Ashley Benson or Chloe Grace Moretz or even Sophie Turner of Game of Thrones fame. They are young actresses who have displayed a wide range of roles and can bring the dual role of innocent and beautiful girl next door meets demented and cruel serial killer. I also would want to cast Tom Holland or Brendan Meyer from The OA as my protagonist Dave Trent. They both have the look of innocence but also possess the acting chops to show the steady progression of a young kid who is forced to become an adult quicker than he could have ever imagined, and must fight to stop an incredible evil from rising. I could go on for hours on the other characters but those are just my main two characters for now.
4. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning? Do you have any name choosing resources you recommend?
Names are very important to me. I think the names of the characters help bring their personalities to life for me when I’m writing them. Some names i hope will inspire terror or fear the same way as Freddy Krueger does, and others I want to inspire hope and heroism much like Bruce Wayne does for comic book fans. I found a great app called List for Writers in the iOS store that has allowed me to explore several names and combinations that allow me to find the perfect name for my characters.
5. What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?
In recent years I have managed to sign my very first book contract. Up until now I’ve been self-publishing my books, which I love to do. However I am one man with limited funds, and having a publisher behind you has proven to be a huge help when it comes to editing and formatting my book. I can’t go into details yet on the book deal or the publisher, but when I can I will be making a big announcement and can go into more details. However getting my first publishing deal is definitely my best and biggest accomplishment so far.
6. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
I see myself living in a small apartment or loft in a city, preferably near a beach somewhere. I want to be in a relationship, living as a full time writer and travelling around the world as I do so.
7. What are you working on now? What is your next project?
As I mentioned I am working on my first book publishing deal and I will be sharing the  details of that hopefully within the near future. I am also working on the second novella in my YA series Nightmare Academy, and the fourth book in the Nightmare Wars series. Nightmare Wars is the main adult action/horror series that my YA series Nightmare Academy serves as a prequel.
Bonus Question: Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?
I’ve always wanted to visit the UK. London, Scottland and Ireland are in my top three places I’d love to travel to, taking photos of beautiful landscapes and castles while exploring these infamous locations and writing to my hearts content.
Thanks for sharing that with us, Anthony! Now, a little about where we can find you:







Thanks for visiting with me today, Anthony, and best of luck with “I Was An Evil Teenager.”


Claire Gem is an award-winning author of contemporary romance & supernatural suspense novels. You can find out more about her at her Website or her Amazon Author Page.




Welcome SciFi Author, Kayelle Allen

I am honored today to be hosting a fellow author and good friend of mine, Kayelle Allen. She’s the author of some of the most innovative heroes and villains one could ever conceive of. This lady’s imagination humbles me . . .

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When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that’s the problem. He’s not.
Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped in their pods and it’s up to Pietas to rescue them. Before he can save his people, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he’s fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father. Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever…

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Today Kayelle has agreed to let me ask her a few questions so maybe we get inside the mind of an author who creates “misbehaving robots” and “warriors who purr.” So let’s get started . . .

What is your best marketing tip?

Write more books. Subsequent books sell earlier books. When readers discover you and fall in love with your stories, it’s common for them to buy other books in a series. If they love your style, they are likely to buy all your books. No one else can do that for you. Book two sells book one. Book three sells books one and two and so on.

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning? Do you have any name choosing resources you recommend?

I couldn’t name Pietas “John” and have it be the same character. The name makes them who they are. If it doesn’t sound right to me, I can’t use it. It must be something I can type as well. I save time on long names by using autocorrect in MS Word. For example, Luc Saint-Cyr — I write out the letters of his last name as s t c y (without spaces) and it autocorrects them to Saint-Cyr. I was going to write it out the way I do to show you, but Word kept changing it. I have multiple characters and other words whose names are unique. I use autocorrect for nearly all of them. When I need a name, I Google baby name sites. I will also look up a word that portrays their character or an aspect of their being and use something from a thesaurus or made up from another language. For example, Alitus came from the word “elite.” I chose Pietas because as a child, I’d read a book with a character named Piet and the spelling fascinated me. It wasn’t until after I’d published the first Bringer of Chaos book that I discovered the word Pietas is also one of the Greek virtues. How ironic is it that the virtue refers specifically to devotion for family and fathers. Pietas detests his father with every part of his being. So I’m going to have his father claim he named him that because he wanted a son who would respect him — and what a disappointment Pietas is. These two cannot be in the same room without a fight or unkind words — for good reason. I won’t spoil the story by explaining. But bottom line, to me, names are vital.

Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)?

I wear a fingerless glove on my right hand when I’m writing. Originally, it was to protect my hand from the mouse and from rubbing the heel of my hand against the table. I spend so much time on the computer that it irritates my skin otherwise. I’ve used it for so long that now I find it difficult to write anything unless I’m wearing a glove. Somehow, it went from a matter of protection to a ritual. I put on the glove and I’m ready to write. Weird, I know.

Do you have a favorite conference to attend? What is it?

I have never missed an OutlantaCon. I live near Atlanta and it’s held there, so it’s an easy reach. This is a scifi and gaming convention with a queer bent. I was a guest author their first year and it was so much fun I wanted to go back the next. I’ve been a guest every year. A few years ago, they presented me with an honorary lifetime membership. There’s a small writer’s track, gaming, films, cosplay, and a wonderful dealer’s room. www.outlantacon.org

Have you ever been in trouble with the police?

No one ever believes this story, but it really happened. I was in the eighth grade and one day the cops came to the school and took me to the station. And what was I questioned about? They asked me if it was true that I could fly around the room. See? I told you. No one believes me. It turned out that a young girl had gotten into trouble with her father so she told him that another girl and I had forced her to do whatever it was. I never found out. At the time, I had a reputation of being a goody-goody. I never got in trouble. Maybe she thought it wouldn’t go any further. But it did.

Her father questioned her (apparently none too nicely, because she made up this whopper) so she said we had taken her into the girls’ room at school and flown around the room. We supposedly told her we were alien witches who had come to this planet to kill the president and take back secrets. Honestly, I am not making this up. Now, it happened to take place just two years after the Kennedy assassination, so the police figured a threat on the president ought to be followed up. So they pulled me in and questioned me. Of course, I had no idea what they were talking about. I didn’t find out until later why they thought I could “fly” and the rest of the story.

My parents heard what had happened and righteously stormed into the station demanding to know why the cops were questioning their minor daughter without counsel or them being present. We were issued an apology. Still, the story is so completely out there that no one believes it. But yeah, that’s the sole extent of my “trouble with the police.” Although I did get a ticket one time for an illegal U-turn. Does that count?

Wow, with experiences like that, Kayelle, no wonder you have an incredible imagination! Thanks so much for visiting my blog today, and best of luck with Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire. I’m on my way over HERE to download it right now!

Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She’s a US Navy veteran who’s been married so long she’s tenured.
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A New Cover for this #MFRWHooks Haunted Voices Novel!

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I’m excited to reveal a brand-new cover for my 2017 “I Heart Indie Award” finalist, Spirits of the Heart. Here’s the blurb:

An addiction counselor and a security guard struggle to free a little girl and her father, two lost spirits trapped inside an abandoned mental asylum.

Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.

Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.

But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit searching for her father. Then Laura starts digging into old asylum records . . . Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing their love—and lives—in the process?

And here’s an excerpt from this exciting, supernatural suspense/romance:

As Miller made his way back toward his house, he tried to ignore the fetid tinge of sadness that had permeated his gut. He hadn’t been to a funeral since . . .well, in quite a few years. But even then, he hadn’t felt the cramp of grief in his chest he felt now. And hell, he’d hardly known Ken Rupert. Guilt fueled his bad feelings.

He should have made more time, paid more attention. Ken Rupert had been his next-door-neighbor, for Pete’s sake. Ever since he bought this house and moved in three years ago. There was no denying it: Miller should definitely had made more time in his day, in his life, to pay attention to the living. Instead of grieving the dead. Or, the just-as-good-as dead.

Miller glanced at his watch. Damn. The hour he’d had to run to the store was nearly gone now. Sighing, he trudged back up his porch steps. He’d take his shower and maybe stretch out on the couch for a half-hour before he had to leave for work.

But as he stepped into the tub and reached for his bar of soap, Miller found only a slimy, slender green splinter. He swore and stepped out. Padding out into his hallway—nude—he left a trail of dripping water on the hardwood floor. He didn’t give a shit. Slinging open the pantry door, he grumbled as he rummaged through five haphazardly folded towels, four extra rolls of toilet paper, and three half-empty bottles of tile cleaner.

Where the hell was the soap?

Another stark reality hit him. “That spiteful bitch,” he snarled, his voice echoing in the hallway. He simply couldn’t believe it. Not only had Angie run out on him without any notice, but she took his last, new bar of Irish Spring with her.

Laura Horton’s bad feeling began the minute she pulled up in front of Angie’s puke green, two-story house and parked at the curb.

Not Angie’s house, she reminded herself. Angie’s boyfriend’s house. Although they’d been pretty tight in high school, she and Ang had kept in touch mostly via telephone and email these past few years that Laura had been in grad school. Once, a few years ago, they’d gotten together for their five-year reunion, when Laura had come home to visit her ailing dad.

That was the first time she’d seen the compact craftsman bungalow—after dark—and she hadn’t realized it was such an ugly color. She hadn’t met the boyfriend, Miller Stanford, whom Angie either claimed to love with all her heart, or wanted to eviscerate with a Phillips head screwdriver, depending on the day. Nor had Laura noticed then that the house snugged up tight on one side to an ancient-looking graveyard. The only thing separating the two properties was a narrow strip of grass and a dilapidated, iron fence.

A shiver ran across her shoulder blades as she sat in her car, studying her new surroundings. Her new home.

Holy crap.

Chillier up here. Where’d I pack that hoodie?

She turned to dig around in one of the boxes squashed into the back of her tiny car, quickly realizing it was pointless. Nearly everything she owned in the world—besides a few pieces of battered, old furniture—filled the back seat, and passenger side, of her thrifty Kia. When she’d run out of room for boxes, she’d resorted to folding softer items, like her sweaters and sweats, into new plastic trash bags. Stuff crammed every nook and crevice in the car, leaving just enough space beneath the headliner for her to see out through the rearview mirror.

There was no way in hell she was locating her hoodie in Mt. Clothesmore.

Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she climbed out and sprinted up the steps to the front door. She hadn’t been able to reach Angie by phone since she’d left Boone, North Carolina the day before, but that wasn’t too unusual. Her friend was a bit flighty, and prone to misplace her phone, her charger, or both. Angie had been juggling courses at the community college with a full-time night job, tending bar at the pub just down the street, for the past two years. Laura couldn’t blame her for acting a bit squirrelly at times.

She reminded herself how nice it was of Ang and Miller to rent her their spare room. When Laura landed the job in Middletown, her initial exhilaration had been tempered by a glaring question: where the hell was she going to live? There was no way she could move into her father’s tiny condo with his new wife, Deirdre. And securing an apartment on her own was out of the question, at least not until after her first few paychecks hit the bank.

Laura squared her shoulders, which were quaking slightly in the cool spring breeze, tipped up her chin, and rang the doorbell.

Twice. She shifted her sneakered feet against the creaky porch boards, folding her arms against the chill. After another long moment with no answer, she rang the bell a third time, holding down the ancient button a full ten seconds this time. She could hear the electronic buzz through the peeling front door, but no other sounds at all.

Angie had to be here—she knew Laura was coming. It was Friday, but Angie’s last term of college ended last week, and it was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon. There was only one vehicle parked in the short driveway, a late-model Ford pickup. But Laura wasn’t sure what it was Angie was driving these days.

Then, she heard the booming, thumping sound. Footsteps? Deliberate, heavy, booming steps. Did Bigfoot live here too?

A dull click, then the tinkle of chain skittering on the inside of the wood. The door burst open. But it wasn’t Angie standing on the threshold.


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My Writing Cave

Happy New Year, fans of all that is mysterious, supernatural, and thrilling! For my first blog of 2018 I thought it might be interesting to you to see the space where I create . . . and so I present . . . My Writing Cave.


I am fortunate to own a gorgeous, dark wood desk (mahogany, maybe?) as the mainstay of my office space. We bought this piece in Hickory, NC, about ten years ago when we lived there. I fell in love with it instantly, but it was way over my budget. My husband (indulgent and supportive creature that he is), insisted that “If you’re going to be a writer, you need a writer’s desk.” It weighs a ton, takes up an entire wall, and gathers clutter like lint to dry velvet. But I love it, and wouldn’t give it up for the world.

My present workspace features a beloved Macbook Pro laptop and a large, auxiliary monitor, along with an ergonomic keyboard (had to undergo carpal tunnel syndrome surgery on both years a few years back. Don’t want to do that again!).


The office is long and narrow, with a brick fireplace along one long wall (the one opposite my desk). I’ve decorated it with my favorite things: a framed page from a Medieval manuscript, a gargoyle candle holder, an old photograph of somebody I never knew (but who might end up in one of my novels someday), a water globe with a raven perched on a stack of books.



I have one window, which today is looking out over a snowy back yard (it’s 8 degrees Fahrenheit here as I write this). On the opposite short wall, my beloved angelfish live in their giant tank, and the bubbling of their filter soothes me. In the corner I proudly display a gift from a cherished friend: a framed poster featuring the covers of all the books I’ve published to date.





And then, there’s the nook. I transformed the tiny closet into a reading nook, which, although a little too small to be enjoyed by an adult, makes the perfect spot for my grandson to tuck himself away with a book . . . or his iPad. =/  I strongly encourage the former.IMG_1797



For Christmas this year I received two outstanding additions to my collection of weirdities. “Santa” brought me something I’ve been asking for for years: a dragon’s egg. I love this thing. Every time my grandson comes into my office he has to touch it and ask, “Grandma, are you sure this isn’t real?” It sits atop a mouse pad that my daughter gave me for Christmas, featuring adorable pics of us with my grandson.IMG_1790

The other gift came from my son and his gal—an electric candle that whirls tiny spiders around in its watery cell. I’d never seen anything like this before, and was thrilled when I opened it. It runs on AA batteries. I need to buy stock in Duracell, because this thing is going to run A LOT.

This is also the son who, knowing his mother’s special affection for spiders (I believe they are good luck), gifted me with a spider necklace made of blue sapphires a few years back. It’s still one of my favorite pieces.



So there you have it. My writing cave. The place where all the magic happens. The place where I’m now working on my next Haunted Voices novel, CIVIL HEARTS. This ghostly tale is set in an antebellum home in rural, western Alabama—a place I actually visited at one time. The idea for the book came to me several months ago. In a dream.

Be on the lookout for CIVIL HEARTS in early 2018.

I do believe in magic, you know? I try to infuse every one of my books with it. I hope I succeed.



Claire Gem writes supernatural suspense that will keep you turning the pages late into the night. Join her Author-Reader group here, and be the first to know when the next Haunted Voices novel is due for release!

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Welcome Lyndi Lamont to Ghost #Bookhugs!


Lyndi Lamont’s inspirational message: I believe love is a powerful force in this world. It brings lovers together, creates families and lives on after death in the hearts of those left behind. It may not make the world go ’round, but love makes the world a better place.

Giveaway! Lyndi is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the blog post for three chances to win! Scroll down for details.

Tova’s Dragon

Steamy Paranormal Romance

By Lyndi Lamont

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Seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg. Only he can aid you. You must fly with the dragon.

Tova Svensdottir, an earth mage, is on a mission to save her homeland, the Kingdom of Velosia from the evil wizard Bruno of Grimmdorn. Her grandmother tells her to seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg, but the old lord is dead. In his castle, high on a mountaintop, she instead encounters his son, the Outlaw Kane.

Kane fled Velosia after a futile attempt to rescue his father and his mate from Bruno’s cruel prison, killing the head guard in the process. Now that Bruno has been banished, Kane has returned to clear his name, but his purpose changes when he meets Tova.  Tova’s warmth stirs his passions and her courage touches his heart, but he dreads telling her of his true nature, certain she will recoil. But Tova is made of sterner stuff.

Together, Kane and Tova have the power to save Velosia. If they survive the coming battle. But can an earth mage find happiness with a dragonshifter?

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Seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg. Only he can aid you. You must fly with the dragon.

Her grandmother’s words rang in Tova’s head as she climbed the path into the mountains. Why had Mutti Zee sent her out of her way on a fool’s errand? Everyone knew the dragonfolk had fled Velosia years ago, driven away by Bruno of Grimmdorn’s crusade against them. Until he’d been driven from power. Now Bruno had returned at the head of a mercenary army, if Mutti Zee’s vision could be believed. And Tova had no doubts. She’d felt the vibrations in the earth.

And somehow she was supposed to save the kingdom?

She raised her gaze to the sky and asked, “Why me? I’m no hero.” The heavens gave no answer, though she saw clouds form to her left. She shook her head. Now she was talking to herself, like mad Magnus, the village idiot.

She stopped to catch her breath and rest her tired legs in a level area. The path ahead grew steeper and narrower the higher it wound into the mountains. She groaned. After walking all day, her legs ached. She was glad she’d worn men’s breeches and a tunic with her sturdy boots. A gown and petticoats would be but a hindrance.

After a deep breath, she started to climb again. Dusk came early in autumn, and she needed to find shelter before dark. Castle Drakkenberg, abandoned and forlorn, perched high above on a cliff, its turrets silhouetted against the leaden sky. Almost as if mocking her with its remoteness. Too much was at stake and her chances of reaching the capital in time to warn the king were slim at best. Even without this detour, she estimated the journey to Castle Novita would take three days or more.

For centuries, the dragon lords had resided in the castle, ruling the isolated mountain communities. People in this area were known as dragonfolk, though Tova knew not why. A great puzzle, but one she had no time to ponder. With luck, she had but to find the dragonlord, and he would take charge of the quest.

A shadow blocked the sun, and she looked up at an enormous bird silhouetted against the sky. Goddess, she’d never seen such a large raptor. It turned and the sun’s rays glinted on its shiny red-gold wings and barbed tail. She stopped and stared after it, shaken to the core of her being.

No, impossible. Dragons didn’t exist. They couldn’t.

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About the Author:

Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of romance author Linda McLaughlin. Writing sexy stories gives her a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of her books! She has written several full-length novels plus numerous short stories and novellas, ranging from historical to futuristic. She believes that love is unending and universal, and enjoys transporting her readers into a different world where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward.

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Claire Gem writes contemporary romance, women’s fiction, and supernatural suspense. Check out her work at her Amazon Author Page.

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Welcome Lisa Chalmers for Ghost #BookHugs

#BookHugsHow hard would you fight for the one you love?

Josh Collins has the perfect life—a beautiful girlfriend and a baby on the way, until an accident takes his life.

Avery Rhodes’ world imploded the moment she lost Josh. Her life and future unravelled in an instant. Alone and pregnant, she finds herself facing an unimaginable, turbulent and painful new reality.

With his newfound guide Gabriel, Josh is witness to the unintended consequences of his death, until he can’t take it anymore. He has to fight for everything and everyone he loves.

Together, Josh and Avery are forced to learn what happens…

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Josh had the sketchbook Gabriel had given him propped on his legs as he sketched absently as he sat on the beach, the sun rising behind him, not concentrating on what he was doing, the pencil moving quickly across the paper. His thoughts were where they always tended to drift to lately, Avery and the baby. He’d been afraid to sneak down and see her since the day he’d actually held her. It tore him up inside to be away from her for so long, but he didn’t understand what that meant, that he could suddenly touch her and she’d feel it. He didn’t want to scare her somehow. He smudged one of the lines he’d drawn and studied his work. Her face stared back at him. He darkened a few lines before he set the book beside him on the warm sand and closed his eyes, thinking back.

He’d decided to go with her to that very first doctor’s appointment, the one to confirm whether or not her suspicions were correct. It was uncomfortable being the only male in the doctor’s waiting room, being smiled at by every woman who walked in. He could still see the surprise on the nurse’s face when she walked out and found him there by himself for the first time. He’d tried to keep from squirming around anxiously in the chair every time he heard a door open and close in the distance. He wondered just how long it took to come back with test results anyway. They’d called and said they were in, so it didn’t take all that long to tell her yes or no, did it? He kept stretching his legs out ahead of him then bringing them back, not wanting to trip anyone as they were called for their appointment. He’d been there at least an hour waiting, jumping at every noise. He’d been sure the nurse was about to give him something for his nerves when he felt someone nudge his foot. He scooted his feet back, letting whoever it was pass by on their way to their appointment.

“Good quiz in Cosmo?” Avery’s voice came from behind the glossy pages.

He lifted his gaze in record time. “Who cares?” He tossed the magazine on the empty chair beside him.

She read the cover. “Rating your lover in twelve easy questions.”


“What?” She’d been reaching for the magazine.

“I want to know.”

“I haven’t taken the quiz yet.” She giggled as he batted her hand away. “You’re absolutely crazy.”

He glanced around the almost deserted waiting room before he pulled her down to sit on his lap. “I want to know if we’re going to have a baby.” His arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers sliding beneath the back of her shirt, rubbing the soft skin at the small of her back. “I need to know.”

“You need to know, huh?”

His eyes locked on hers. “Come on, Aves. Am I going to be a daddy?”

She took one of his hands and moved it around, resting it on her abdomen. She bit her lip for a moment before breaking out into the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “I think Daddy’s crazy, don’t you, baby?”

Josh’s jaw dropped, his mind going absolutely blank as he tried to comprehend her words. She was kidding, she wasn’t kidding. She didn’t look like she was kidding. That smile on her face, the way her eyes were shining as she waited for his reaction. “Oh my…oh my God…”

“So I guess I was right.”

“Let’s take you home,” he said suddenly, his hand tightening over hers.


He leaned in close to her. “Because I want to talk to the baby and then I want to make love to his beautiful mommy.” He stared into her eyes. “All right with you?”

She blushed as she slid off his lap. “More than all right with me.”


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Lisa Chalmers writes wherever her muse takes her – which is usually somewhere warmer – Florida, Los Angeles or Las Vegas. She has a deep love for the paranormal. IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES is her first release.friends quote

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Welcome Anita Philmar for Ghost #BookHugs : Banished Hero – Book 1 in Banished Series!

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Inspiration: A lover is important but so is a friend. It’s even nicer when

they can be one in the same.

An Exciting Shapeshifter Syfy Romance by Anita Philmar


AP-Banished-Hero-300x450Can a lost princess find her way home?

Can a sexy wolf save her or is he out to eat her alive?

Shapeshifters need love too!


With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.

Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.

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“So tell me, how did you get onto my property?” He leaned against the rock where she’d transformed.

His nostrils flared. He turned his head. His dark hair caught the light of the falling sun and sparked with the same red highlights from the night beast. The fabric across his chest expanded, displaying strong, well-defined muscles.


He turned and nailed her with a piercing black stare. “You’re a shape-shifter, aren’t you?”

Uncertain if she should speak the truth, Faye Lynn shook her head. “Why would you say such a thing?”

“Because I can smell you.” He stepped forward. His rubber boots splashed in the shallow waters of the river. Each step drew him closer.

If she knew how to swim, she would’ve turned and swam away, but alas, she didn’t. “What? What smell?”

A lustful smile passed over his lips. His white sharp teeth looked ready to feed on her flesh. He licked his lips and stopped a few paces from her. “An alluring scent of a shape-shifter. After changing form, they burn with a hunger that can only be satisfied in one way.”

Her heart jumped into high speed at idea of this excellent example of a man knowing her desires. She studied him again, taking in his narrow hips and powerful legs.

Oh, what a superior lover he’d be.

Faye Lynn swallowed her yearning to mate and denied his claim. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just decided to take a quick dip in the lake so I could cool off after the walk I took through the forest.”

His gaze examined her, and she shifted lower into the lake, wondering if he could see her naked body under the clear water.

A flame lit his eyes. “Then where are your clothes?”


Other Books in the Banished Series

Banished Scoundrel

Banished Witch

Banished – 3 books in one


Some of Anita’s other Titles

Black Dragon’s Blood

In Deep Water

In Too Deep

Duty’s Bride

More Than Ready

A Cowboy’s Pleasure

The Country Doctor’s Bride

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Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.

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