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.

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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.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.

You can connect with Anita here:

Website:  http://www.anitaphilmar.com/

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/

FB:  http://www.facebook.com/anita.philmar

GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1329767.Anita_Philmar

Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C



Welcome Jenny Hinsman, Rave Reviews Spotlight Author!

SoulsI have learned so much from my fellow Independent Authors.  Rejection and fear came into play very early on when I decided to put the stories in my head down on paper.  I published my first book, Souls, A Novel, in 2012 and attempted to get a literary agent.  It was difficult at first to get rejected, but the more I read about publishing the book myself, the more sense it made.  It may not be for everyone, but it was fantastic to get my story out, whether I sold a million copies or not.  I truly had a blast writing my story!  I can honestly say, just from the fun I had writing it, it was so worth the time and effort.

I have since found the community of Indie Authors to be very supportive, encouraging and helpful.  I have supported many of them and they have in turn, supported me.  It has been a win-win because I have discovered so many wonderful books that I have really enjoyed reading.  I may have never discovered these treasures had I not met these authors through social networking and publicizing my own books.  We really want to see each other succeed.

Rave Reviews Book Club has been a great place to learn so many aspects of writing, publishing, marketing, etc.  I’ve met people from all over the world and discovered their books too.  Everyone is very supportive and I’ve been able to market my book in places I never would have imagined. Angel of Death

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Jenny graduated from the University of Colorado at Boulder with a degree in business. She currently resides in Michigan with her husband, two sons, a furry son (pet dog) and a furry daughter (pet cat). Jenny is an avid reader and loves to escape with a great book. She is a huge animal lover and supports rescue organizations that help save all kinds of four-legged family members and more. All of her family pets have been rescues.

 Twitter – @JennyHinsman1

Facebook – @SoulsANovel

Website – hinsmanj.wordpress.com

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“Freaky Synchronicity…”


I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for fall. Ready for sweaters and stocking caps; crisp, sunny days; frosty nights. Ready to drag out the corn stalks and scarecrows. Ready to start gearing up for Halloween!

First, however, it seems we’re going to have to get through a rather strange period of astrological discordance.

This is what the Astrology King has to say about tomorrow’s impending full moon, scheduled to reach its peak at 3:03 a.m. EST. This year, due to the event occurring further away from the equinox, September 6th’s full moon will be called the Corn Moon. The Harvest Moon will occur on October 5th at 2:40 p.m. EST.


So what’s all this about “freaky synchronicity“? Apparently, several factors align, giving this full moon more power over us mortal beings than usual. The event coincides with certain arrangements of other planets, namely Mercury and Neptune. According to astrologers, the alignment of the planets (particulary Sun opposite Moon) has increased effect on the polarities in your life: work vs. personal, needs vs. wants, and physical well-being.

This conflict raises tensions that could affect your interpersonal relationships or decision making. We are warned that our intuitions may have higher sensitivity, but their messages might be misinterpreted or skewed.

And the scary part is this: the effects of a full moon last two weeks!

So, two weeks of faulty intuition, high tension, and—as a bonus—increased susceptibility to illness. Here in New England, the weather this week won’t exactly stir longings of fall activities. After some quite chilly nights (it was 41 degrees F at my house the other morning!), we’re expecting temps to hover in the 70s most all this week. And just when I was beginning to pack away all my summer wear and drag out the sweaters . . .


Talk about confusing our lives: it gets even freakier. Some sources claim that even though the fall equinox (the official start of fall) isn’t until September 22nd this year, “unofficial” sources claim that tomorrow, Sept. 6th, is the first day of autumn.  This surely adds some additional imbalance to my life! Do I put out the fall decorations and go apple picking? Start brewing spiced cider and baking pumpkin pies? (If it’s 90 degrees in my kitchen, I can tell you the baking part isn’t going to happen.)

So I’m here to warn you: be prepared for some chaos in your life for the next week or so. If the full Corn moon has anything to say about it, you can count on some unusual forces screwing around with your brain. My advice is to put your head down, consider carefully any “gut” decisions before you take action, and try not to strangle your significant other in their sleep.

As for me, I’m usually awake at 3 a.m. anyway. Maybe I’ll just plan to brew a cup of something tasty and go outside to howl at the full Corn moon.


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

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Gearing up for Halloween . . . already!


I know . . . It’s still mid-August and summer is in full bloom, but as September draws near my mind begins to wander on down time’s path to my favorite season—autumn—and my favorite holiday: Halloween. My affection for this holiday has its roots in my childhood, when my mother bent over backwards to make the occasion special for her children. We lived out in the country and there just wasn’t anywhere safe to trick or treat. Instead, she threw a Halloween party, just for my brother and me.

It’s an ancient custom, this “Halloween.” Just when did it start, where, and why? Over the next weeks, I’ll be dedicating my Haunted Pathways blog to exploring the roots of the holiday.


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Apparently, the Celts began this custom 2000 years ago. They lived in what is now Scotland, the UK, and northern France, and called their holiday “Samhain.” This is pronounced “sow-in,” and represented their New Year, on November first. The Celts believed that this date marked the official transition from autumn to winter.

Winter, before the age of insulated housing and reliable heating sources, was often associated with death. The trees became denuded, the land barren, and many frail, old, or young could not survive winter’s wrath.

spooky-2580548_640The Celts believed that the night before this seasonal transition occurred, the “veil” between the living and the dead was at its thinnest. Thus, October 31st became a day of ritual when bonfires were lit, and sacrifices of crops and animals made to appease their gods. They prayed for protection from the ghosts of the dead who they believed returned on this night to destroy their stores of food for the winter. They also believed that their priests had enhanced power on this night to predict future events.

So, not only ghosts, but psychic powers can be linked to the ancient Celts’ celebration of Samhain, or Halloween. Two of my favorite subjects to write about. No wonder it’s my favorite holiday.

What are your favorite Halloween traditions or memories? Please share in comments!


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Claire Gem is a multi-award winning author of supernatural suspense. You can find out more about her & her work at her Amazon Author Page, and on her website, www.clairegem.com

Boston’s Mysterious Secret Tunnels


I am not a native Bostonian, but have been residing now for almost ten years just an hour away from this iconic city. One, apparently, jam-packed with history—both legendary and secretive.

Underground tunnels are one of the mysteries of Boston’s history, and I’m not talking about the Big Dig. Local lore documents a series of tunnels that existed—may still exist—under Boston’s North End. Who built these underground passages and why?

History points to a privateer named Thomas Gruchy who lived and operated in Boston’s North End in the 1700s. A tunnel under his Commercial Street mansion connected his basement to the wharves, where it would have been easy to smuggle goods, thus avoiding the British tariffs or taxes. It is even speculated that the four plaster angels decorating the Old North Church, donated by Gruchy, were stolen from a French ship. These statues still stand in the church today.

That seems like a classic explanation for an underground tunnel, but what about the others? Writing from 1817 indicates a tunnel underneath a Lynn Street house, and another on Salem Street has a bricked up archway in its basement. It is said this blocks a tunnel that leads to the Copp’s Burial Ground.

In 1927, fantasy and horror writer H.P. Lovecraft crafted a tale called Pickman’s Model in which the North End secret underground tunnels play a key role. I mean, seriously—what better place to set a spooky story than in an underground tunnel, particularly one that leads to a graveyard?

IMG_0831On the campus of the Tufts School of Veterinary Medicine where I work, underground tunnels still exist between some of the original buildings. These grounds comprised the Grafton State Mental Hospital in the late 1800s and up until the 1970s, when Tufts purchased the property. I’ve been in a couple of these tunnels, some of which have been repurposed for storage and animal containment. Others remain exactly as they were a hundred or more years ago.

Yes, there is a ghost story coming set on these grounds . . . it’s on my bucket list of supernatural suspense novels. I even have the plot and characters sketched out, and the title is “Electricity.” Stay tuned for that book to be released sometime in early 2018.

Although many of my novels are set in my native New York State, it appears there may be more fodder for spooky mysteries right here in Massachusetts than I’d previously suspected. Does anyone know of any other interesting sites I might explore? Please chime in under comments.