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Saturday, 9 October 2021

The Killer on the Heath #Mystery #NewRelease #99cent #sale by Karen Mossman


A woman is dead, and another is missing. The only person who can save her is Cassie.

With no clues and time running out, her brother, Detective Newbold, desperately needs her help. He is counting on Cassie’s clairvoyant and empathic abilities to locate Chantelle.

When Chantelle’s brother, Pedro, seeks out a psychic for help, he meets and falls for Cassie. Though he wants answers, neither Cassie nor Detective Newbold can give any, which complicates their relationship. To make matters worse, his overbearing mother adds further damage with her meddling.

Meanwhile, the killer has been caught, but he refuses to talk. Now, it’s up to Cassie to read the signs and rescue her lover’s sister.

Will she find the answers in time?



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Available as a paperback and on Kindle Unlimited

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The Killer on the Heath is the first of a forthcoming trilogy.

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Meet Cassie, the main protagonist in a character interview on the blog of J. M. Northup

‘He could be anywhere, I realised. He might be striding down this very street, seemingly normal. That’s what made him even more dangerous. He could be choosing another victim from the crowd while everyone else just thought him to be a regular guy. They wouldn’t know what he’s done, or the life he’s taken for his own gratification.’

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‘I considered how and why people could be so cruel to each other.  When I’d asked Seb, he’d said, “Not everyone’s wired the same.  Some people think what they’re doing is okay.”
“How is that possible?” I’d asked him. 
“Take Plinth,” he continued, “being brought up by parents who didn’t give a damn and mistreated him set the stage for the man he’d become. He didn’t have a proper standard to compare to, and the power he enjoyed only reaffirmed his beliefs.”’

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‘“You can stop that right now!” A shrill voice crashed into us, throwing us apart guiltily. His mother stood in the doorway, disapproval written all over her face. For a fraction of a second, her eyes lingered on my chest where my nipple stood erect. Once more she had caught me in a compromising position. I felt like a child being found doing something I shouldn’t. What is it with this woman? Couldn’t she have waited until we returned?!’

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‘The original short story was born in 2018. I liked it, and wrote another and another. I soon had a collection of short stories.’


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The Killer on the Heath is published by Norns Triad Publications and was introduced to the world in September.

Watch and listen to the  author read an exciting excerpt from her book. https://youtu.be/2h-j5iMg0DQ


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October 3rd to the 9th in honour of Mystery Week we are offering the book at the knock down price of 99p.





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About Karen

Spending most of her life in the big city of Manchester, Karen and her husband moved to Anglesey, a small island off the north Wales coast. Along with their two dogs, she enjoys the freedom of the countryside and beaches that surround her.

Karen is also an avid reader and reviews every book she reads. On her website she also has two features - Pictures Telling Stories and About a book. And in keeping with the title – Magic of Stories, Karen believes in telling yarns in different ways. Check out the Magic Posts on her website.

If you would like a book featured in any of these, simply purchase The Killer on the Heath and send a copy of the receipt to kazzmoss@gmail.com and let her know which you would like. She will then send you the form to complete.

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Wednesday, 16 January 2019

A LOVE AFFAIR with a beautiful old building... A Bestselling Memoir New Release by John Searancke RT @JohnSearancke #KindleDeal #RPBP #ASMSG

 A LOVE AFFAIR WITH AN OLD BUILDING...
The Reluctant Hotelkeeper 

by 

bestselling author John Searancke
ISBN: 978-1789017571
ASIN: B07LB7WLZM
Published: December 2018
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(Regularly 5.99)

"A Brilliantly Funny Memoir About A Hotel!"

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JANUARY 16 - JANUARY 20, 2019
A rescue mission originally thought of as lasting for a year or two turned into a 35 year lifetime love affair with a beautiful old building.

There were to be battles royal with neighbours not wanting their status quo to be altered, and with the local fire authority who sought to impose draconian new safety measures.

John Searancke came to the role of hotelkeeper almost accidentally, and most definitely with much reluctance. After his parents' marriage fell apart, he was dragooned in, at the age of 22, to pick up the pieces of their new venture, a barely-trading country house hotel that had, frankly, seen better days. Not only was it posting an annual loss, but the fabric of the building was crumbling and there was no money left to make improvements.

Over the years, and with the steepest of learning curves, the grand old building was renovated and transformed to meet the requirements of the modern discerning traveller. Accolades for the hotel and its restaurant were won; together they became a well-regarded destination for a number of celebrities - and those that deemed themselves to be celebrities but were not. Stories abound featuring idiosyncratic guests, overbearing public bodies, fractured family life and animals of all shapes and sizes. The local fire station next door was demolished one foggy night, people were frightened by flying dogs and snakes in the long grass, and there were, as befits a country house, strange goings on in the night. Many were the guests who checked in who really should not have been seen together.

This is a tribute to all the people behind the scenes who helped to make the hard-won transformation into a great success.
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A Short Excerpt

Meanwhile, for my part, I recalled the tale of how one morning, on the way to the new kitchen, and walking through what remained of the old original hotel kitchen, I thought that I had been transported into another lifetime, a cross between Dante’s Inferno and a Victorian Christmas. I had stopped dead in my tracks.

There at the far end of the room was an unrecognisable person covered almost entirely in feathers. Any feathers not attached to that person were swilling around the room like a cloud, all but obscuring the far doorway, before landing softly to form a light covering on the floor tiles, much as I imagine the interior of a duvet to be.

On closer inspection, the mystery person turned out to be my mother! What had got into her mind I do not know, but she had, unbeknownst to anyone else, decided that her contribution to that particular Christmas was going to be the plucking of all of the pheasants that had just been delivered. Swooping on the box of birds and snatching them away from the hapless potboy, she maneuvered herself into a spare space, which happened to be adjacent to the top of a chest freezer. Clearly, tidiness was not going to be her watchword during this process. Feathers were pulled out, legs and heads were chopped off with gay abandon, and finally, the right hand was plunged into the bloody interior, emerging clutching a large handful of intestines, slimy heaps of which adorned the top of the freezer. Cleaning up after her was a bit of a trial, but I was glad that she had made the effort. I suppose that she could identify that with long bygone times and tasks that she had undertaken all those years ago.
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1:45(8:45am est)- Gearing up with Margaret Daly

2:00- John Searancke (posting done by Margaret Daly)

2:30(9:30am est) - Chariss K. Walker 

3:00(10:00am est) - Casi McLean
3:30(10:30am est) - Chris Schatz
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4:30-(11:30am est) - Janet Givens
5:00(12:00pm est) -Pamela Wik-Grimm
5:30(12:30pm est) - Nicole Anderson
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About John Searancke
John Searancke is restaurant reviewer for the Tenerife newspaper Island Connections. Born in 1943 at Derby Royal Infirmary, a war baby, he lived his early life in Ashby-de la-Zouch and was sent away to be educated at Kings Mead Preparatory School, Seaford and afterwards at Rugby School. Later commissioned into the Territorial Army, he has been variously a director of a light engineering company, an hotel and restaurant owner, director and chairman of a marketing consortium, and latterly a partner with his wife in a commercial legal services company. He has enjoyed working in England and Switzerland and has homes in England and northern Tenerife, where he now lives with his wife Sally.
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Tuesday, 21 August 2018

I've not sensed such power in a very long time! Widdershins by author Eve Lestrange RT @mdaly_margaret #SALE #RPBP #ASMSG


Amazing from start to finish - Gina-An Amazon Reviewer



"Widdershins deserves five stars for beautiful writing, character development, plot twists, knowledge in subject matter, and most important: Originality. I have no doubt the sequel “Solitary Fire” will rise above the bar Widdershins has set."  -August 19, 2018

ASIN: B00GMRI0Q6

Widdershins
The Christina Lafage Chronicles Book 1
by 
Eve Lestrange

ON SALE NOW FOR $1.99 OR FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

Widdershins introduces a strong female character in the horror genre-Christina Lafage, an eighteenth century French girl who sells her soul for the fierce power of the black arts.

​Christina's world is filled with spell casting, black magic, distant lands and intense power.

The story unfolds with Christina's introduction into the black arts by a mysterious benefactor that she meets in a wooded grove. This benefactor, Madame Duchamp, takes Christina under her wing and teaches her to use the powers of the occult and bend the laws of nature to her will as they provide spells and services for the wealthy aristocrats of Paris. 

At first she struggles with her newly acquired power and with her own feelings of doubt and apprehension until a grave situation forces her to conquer fear and doubt. 

Christina's power continues to grow and explodes into an electrifying series of events that lead her to Egypt where her power is put to the ultimate test.

Sample Part of Chapter One

Welcome to a meeting of ink and paper meant to chronicle the life of one who is damned. By no means is this a confession or a warning. I have already confessed everything to those responsible for my imprisonment and now await my journey to the gallows. I must say I feel no remorse or guilt for any of my actions because I do not feel I have done wrong. I will meet death with head held high and hand extended to accept his eternal dance.

My name is Christina Lafage and I die as a member of the wealthy upper class but I have not always been so. I was born unto poor parents in a small village outside Paris. As a child I would often see members of the nobility pass through our village wearing fine silks and jewels, riding on magnificent stallions or in gilded carriages. As I watched them I always felt I belonged with them rather than the poor peasants of the village.

I asked my mother as a child of six if we would ever be members of the nobility and have fine clothes and ride in gilded carriages to which she replied, “Young child, you have much of the world to learn. We are of the poor peasant class and of that class we shall remain.” But somehow I knew that another destiny awaited me.

Now our village had always been very religious but I never quite understood prayer. We prayed yet we were still poor; we prayed before meals but always had little to eat. I had asked my mother why we prayed because it seemed we were never heard. “God does not grant earthly riches but rewards us in Heaven,” was her reply.

“But what about while we are here, why should we suffer so?” I asked.

“You are too smart for your own good and too young to worry about such things,” she replied. This was not a sufficient answer for me, but she would discuss it no further and told me that I should pay more attention at mass.

We attended mass faithfully but quite frankly I found the whole ceremony rather tedious. Colorless rituals performed by celebrants with no emotion did not appeal to me at all, but when I criticized or questioned the ritual, I was sent to my room and told to pray for forgiveness, but my prayers were empty and unemotional.

I had begun to feel estranged from everyone and a bit saddened that I did not feel the same way everyone else did at mass. They seemed to draw joy and fulfillment from an experience which left me confused and unmoved. The only time I did enjoy going to church was when a member of our village had passed away and the church became a home to the deceased while a requiem mass was being performed. I held a profound interest in the funeral rite and the ceremony where the deceased was laid to rest. I found solace in the somber mood and the melancholy dirges the congregation sang as the lifeless star of the production lay at the front of the congregation. The forlorn rhythms of the music aroused something deep within me so much that I actually felt as if I was part of the dismal hymns and chanting. The rhythms would often linger in my memory and I would sing them to myself as we accompanied the deceased to the churchyard for interment. As I would watch the body being lowered into the ground, I wondered what the other occupants of the cemetery looked like after being buried for so long. I had never seen a decayed body and could only imagine what a decomposed corpse looked like. I tried to envision how they looked in life as I read the inscriptions on the tombstones and imagined their flesh withering away eventually exposing bare bones. I loved the time I spent in the churchyard, especially when no other living soul accompanied me. I felt at home in the solitude among the weathered tombstones and stone crypts that protruded from the ground as if they had sprung forth from the very bowels of the earth.


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