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Sneak Peek Monday: The Awakening Book 1 the Bloodmane Chronicles by Sara Brooke (paranormal with romance)

The Awakening Book 1 The Bloodmane Chronicles by Sara BrookeToday’s Sneak Peek is from the paranormal (with romantic elements) The Awakening: Book 1 The Bloodmane Chronicles by Lachesis Publishing author Sara Brooke. The Awakening is a compelling and riveting book about a librarian who discovers she has the ability to perform exorcisms on people who are possessed by demons.


Everything she knows . . .

Renda Bloodmane is a quiet librarian, who lives a quiet life, in a small quiet town in Florida. Her days consist of going to work (which she loves) and watching old Hollywood movies with her dog Jane (which she also loves). Her life is just fine, if a tad on the dull side. So, when her best friend from college, Bobbie Trillo, invites her to visit her family in Georgia, Renda decides a vacation is in order. Bobbie has moved back in with her mother and brother after her parents’ divorce. Things aren’t going well for her mother, and Bobbie needs Renda’s friendship and support.

Everything she believes . . .

Renda soon discovers that there is a lot more going on in the Trillo household than meets the eye. The moment she sets foot in the Trillo home, Renda starts seeing ghosts everywhere she turns. But one very unique ghost stands out from the rest. A sinfully attractive man named Cole, who died more than one hundred years ago, begins to haunt Renda’s every thought. He warns her there is evil in the house and it’s attacking Bobbie’s mother. Only Renda can stop the demon from taking over and destroying the entire family.

Will never be the same . . .

Renda can’t believe she’s seeing dead people. She can’t believe she’s attracted to a dead man. And most of all, she can’t believe that she’s the chosen one who has to fight a centuries-old powerful demon. But there is more to Renda Bloodmane than even she realizes. Her quiet, ordered life is about to change and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.


I didn’t actually see anything strange at first, but the temperature around me felt like it had suddenly dropped several degrees. Goose bumps popped up on my arms as the cooler air surrounded me in a chilly embrace. Taking a deep breath, I briskly rubbed my skin to warm up and continued pushing the cart.

When I turned down the aisle, I was surprised to see a man standing with his back to me. He was looking down, and appeared to be reading something intently. At first, I didn’t notice anything strange about him, but as I moved a bit closer, I saw a big red stain on the back of his shirt.

It was blood.

My heart started beating quickly and a list of things to do raced through my mind. I wasn’t sure exactly how long it would take for the paramedics to arrive, but clearly the man didn’t realize that something was wrong with him as he was simply standing in place, reading a book.

Dropping the novel I was holding into the cart, I started to approach him. “Sir, I think there’s something wrong with your . . .” But I never finished my sentence, because as soon as I started speaking, the man turned around to face me.

He was in his mid-thirties and looked calm, almost disinterested. But that was probably because I couldn’t see most of his face. It had been blown away by something brutal . . . maybe a gunshot blast.

It was unbelievable, but I was looking into the face of a person who couldn’t possibly be alive. Blood dripped down from a gaping hole in his forehead and covered most of his face in a red sheen. Part of his mouth was missing, and a smiling, skeletal profile gleamed at me under the library’s fluorescent lights.

My mind told me to run. Flee. But then another part of my brain suddenly came alive, filling me with a sense of calm. It was a feeling that I’d never felt before. And in that deep, strange calmness, I heard a gentle, masculine voice speak to me.

I wanted to read for a while.

As soon as the voice entered my brain, it left just as quickly and for some bizarre reason, I didn’t want it to go away. Because somehow, I knew that if the voice disappeared―so would this strange, dead corpse . . .


You can get The Awakening at Lachesis Publishing, as well as, barnes and noble, kobo, and iTunes.

Sara Brooke is an Amazon bestselling author of horror, paranormal romance, and suspense fiction.

A lifelong avid reader of all things scary, Sara’s childhood dream was to write books that make readers sleep with their lights on. She hopes that isn’t too troubling for the thousands of readers worldwide who have purchased her books.

Sara resides in beautiful South Florida. 

You can Like Sara’s facebook page  – called, The Bloodmane Chronicles . Connect with Sara on facebook and on her website. Sara welcomes feedback and questions from readers.

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Our Free Book Friday Winner is Sandie Yearsley White

Our Lachesis Publishing Free Book Friday Winner is Sandie Yearsley White! Congratulations Sandie! 🙂 You win a Lachesis Publishing ebook of your choice.  Our question was: What is your favourite Christmas or Holiday Treat and Sandie commented that she loves pumpkin rolls. I’ve never tried one but if it has pumpkin in it it must me delish. 🙂 Cheers! jojo

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Why do we love happy endings? by Beverly Adam (historical romance / regency romance author)

THE-SPINSTER-AND-THE-EARL-COVERWhy do we love happy endings?

Happy endings give us closure to a tale that may be an emotional roller coaster ride, and in romance novels it’s almost a must have requirement. The chief female character, the heroine, has many ups and downs in her life before she reaches her happy ending. So does the reader, who comes along for the ride, quickly turning pages to find out what happens next. There is a certain amount of empathy as we relate to her many dilemmas, some of which might be outright funny. Maybe she’s attracted to the handsome, arrogant lord her family wants her to marry, but decides to fight her attraction, because she thinks he wants her only for her money? She may even be cursed by interfering magic, or just plain mistrustful of men, but in the end she gives in to her emotions and reaches a wonderful compromise which the reader vicariously enjoys.

The many steep exhilarating downs in the tale are interesting conflicts. She has a bad, shrewish temper, or unknowingly the innocent key to a dangerous secret, the couple is at times at crossed purposes, and their past lives or social status may keep them from completely trusting each other, perhaps she’s a poor Irish healer and he’s a self-assured, English sea captain, who has a murderer on board his ship, is he completely reliable? The road blocks in the relationshiLady and the Captain 200x300p add interest to the tale and are part of the conflict, a key element. The readers can relate to her vulnerabilities as we all have had doubts at one time or another about someone’s character, and been at odds with others in our own lives. We enjoy the moments when we clutch our chair arms when these conflicts occur in the story, eagerly anticipating them being resolved later in the tale.

At the end of the story the scary dragon of doubt is tamed, the secrets and misunderstandings revealed, the villains punished, and the lovers find a satisfying happy ending, giving closure, when they make the fateful decision to date exclusively, or after they tell each other they can’t go BEVERLY ADAM THE WIDOW AND THE ROGUEon without the other, kiss on their wedding day. Everyone loves happy endings, because it gives hope that despite all odds, love will prevail and conquer all. We all want a little fantasy in our life to make us feel good, to wonder what it would be like to be standing in those sometimes unsteady satin slippered feet, and have a worthy, stalwart hero by our side, helping us through all the difficulties of life. So, why does everyone love happy endings? Because everyone wants happy endings for themselves, as well!

Beverly Adam writes Regency historical romances for Lachesis Publishing. And her books always have a good dose of humour. Her Gentlemen of Honor series follows three wonderful heroes (and heroines) in Ireland.

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Q and A: Round Two with author Jacqui Morrison (suspense thriller author)

THE-VIGILANTE-COVERRound 2 with Lachesis Publishing author, Jacqui Morrison  Jacqui has written two suspense thrillers for Lachesis Publishing – Kaitlyn Wolf Crown Attorney and The Vigilante. Her books delve into the gritty underpinnings of society.

What was your favourite book as a child and why?

The Nancy Drew Series. Nancy had it all, a great boyfriend, good friends, and she solved mysteries.

Who was your favourite teacher growing up and why?

Mrs. Hawley, she was an English teacher at my high school. She ran the creative writing club and strongly encouraged me to continue writing after I finished school. I reconnected with Mrs. Hawley when she was in her late 70s and we visited once or twice a year.

When did you know you wanted to be a writer? Why?

I morphed into becoming a writer. As a youth I wanted to be: a lawyer, a travel agent, a hotel manager, a journalist and an entrepreneur. I wrote a weekly newspaper column for two years in the mid-nineties. Then I did some paid business articles and I had a short story published. It was not until Lachesis Publishing published my first novel that I called myself a writer. Now, in an obscure way, I can do all of the professions that I dreamed about as a teenager, through my prose.

Who in the writing/publishing world do you admire and why?

Writer extraordinaire Jodi Picoult is admirable because she writes books on brave topics. After I’d read any of her books I think about the moral implications for weeks afterwards.

Tell us about your daily writing routine – what do you typically do every day?

I’m a nighthawk. I write after dinner for about an hour. I’ll then spend weekends writing until one or two in the morning. I know writing late into the night isn’t healthy but that’s when the magic happens for me.

What is your favourite snack or guilty pleasure food that you (may or may not 😉 indulge in when writing?

Cappuccino and chocolate

What does “writing voice” mean to you? Describe your own writing voice.

I write in third person omniscient and I try to incorporate my own personality into my writing voice through humour, quirkiness and by playing with turns of phrases.

kaitlyn-wolfe-crown-attorneyWhat do you want to accomplish in the next five years in your writing career?

I want to do more speaking engagements (book talks) and write more books

Tis the season to be jolly. What is your favourite thing to do over the holidays?

I have a wonderful two-year-old grand-daughter and I will be spending time with her over the holidays, reading books together, watching movies and enjoying ourselves.

Shortbread cookies or gingerbread cookies?

Neither – sorry – Chocolate Yule Log that my mom used to make

Connect with Jacqui Morrison on her web site, and on facebook and twitter.

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Sneak Peek Monday: For a Short Time by Lori Lapekes (new adult contemporary romance)

FOR A SHORT TIME COVERToday’s Sneak Peek is from the contemporary romance (new adult romance) For a Short Time by Lachesis Publishing author Lori Lapekes. For a Short Time is about a young woman who goes through many changes in her life, including realizing whom she truly loves.


Keri has no idea who she really is anymore.

Raised in the Midwest, where catching frogs and shoveling manure is common practice, then spending several adult years traveling the country and hob-nobbing with celebrities and the elite, Keri returns to her roots. She now lives in her sister`s basement, wondering just who she really is anymore.

After a peculiar meeting with the Quinn cousins, Keith and Jeremy, Keri is determined to capture Keith`s attention. An actor, a tall, compelling man, elusive, even abrasive at times, Keith is particularly intriguing to a woman like Keri who is accustomed to capturing the heart of any man she`s ever wanted. Yet it was Jeremy, the humble cabinet-maker and owner of a misshapen dog named Scalawag, who leaped into a bon-fire to rescue a scrap of an old coat that had sentimental value for her.

Following two episodes with the facial disorder, Bell`s Palsy, and after Jeremy has moved out of state, possibly to run from his heartbreak over her, Keri finally realizes not only who she really is─but who she needs to become.

But is it too late . . .


“It can’t be over between us, all the signs were there for you to finally be the right one for me,” Keri insisted.

“What signs?” Keith asked.

Keri stared into his shadowy face. Clinging tatters of mist drifted across it, obliterating his eyes for one moment, his mouth the next moment. The fog was cool and clammy to the skin in the dismal mist.

“The signs,” said Keri. “You know, the signs.” But, suddenly, she couldn‘t think of a one.

He turned his back on her, and began to fade away into the mist.

“Keith, come back!” Keri said. “I‘ll remember them, I know I will. It‘ll make a difference!”

But Keith continued to shrink into the fog. Soon he was only a dark patch in the distance, then that was swept away by the wisps of lonely swirling mist.

Keri was left in silence. A silent world of emptiness and chill.

“Keith . . .” she whimpered, “come back, I need you . . .” Only silence.

Keri heard her heart beating against her chest.

“Keith.” she whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks. Her knees went weak, and she sunk into the ground. “Don‘t leave me, I need you, don‘t leave me.”

“Straighten up, Keri,” came a voice behind her.

“What—who?” Keri asked, and slowly turned around. It was clearer where he stood, almost as though the sun was ready to break through the mist that was strangely falling away from him.


“Please, stand up,” Jeremy said again. Something about the tone of his voice, oddly authoritative yet gentle at the same time, made Keri gather her strength and stand.

“Come here,” Jeremy said, and held out his hand. “

Keith left me,” Keri sobbed, but found herself drawing nearer to Jeremy. He seemed spectral as she stared at his hand, his comforting hand, and it drew her closer. When she reached him, she took his hand, and he pulled her close.

A jolt of something indescribable, joy mixed with peace and an incredible calmness pulsed through her at Jeremy‘s touch. He held her hand tighter, pulled her closer, and Keri began to quiver as she found herself face to face with Jeremy, gazing into wonderful eyes radiating a calm assurance and wisdom she had never before encountered. Heat raced through her and her legs became weak.

Jeremy‘s eyes glimmered. It paralyzed her to stare into them. Those eyes seemed to search into hers, gently probing, as though trying to connect with her soul. Keri became lightheaded, intoxicated, the poison of Keith‘s rejection now drained away.

“You‘re going to be all right now,” Jeremy said, and his voice seemed to roll like thunder and yet felt like a breathy whisper at the same time. It echoed as he continued, and suddenly the fog parted and a warming blaze of sun fell across them.

“I‘ll stay with you,” said Jeremy. “You don‘t have to be afraid anymore. You can finally be yourself.”

Those words flowed through Keri in cascades of relief. Finally, finally she felt it. She couldn‘t quite grasp what it all meant, but a weight had lifted.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeremy,” Keri said, gulping in great breaths of air. “What would I do without you? You‘re the one I need, you‘re the one I was meant for all along”

At those words, Jeremy smiled. Keri‘s eyes strayed toward his lips, and lingered there. His mouth smiled, his eyes smiled, and Keri was sure his heart smiled, too.

And so did she. Keri let go of his hand, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her shoulders and drew her tighter to him. When they fully connected, the warmth of their touch was explosive, and Keri could scarcely control herself. She closed her eyes and suddenly, tantalizingly, his lips were pressed against hers. She gasped inwardly as the warmth and movement of his kiss sent shivers down her spine and into her toes. At first Jeremy‘s kiss was sweet and gentle, but as it became more urgent, its passion leached all of the strength from Keri‘s limbs until she was practically hanging limp in his embrace.

All she could think was—how did he learn to kiss like this? Was it the way it was supposed to be when two people were genuinely . . . in love?

No—it couldn‘t be! Jeremy was just her dear friend, like a brother, really.

Yet . . .

“Aunt Keri, get up!” said a wee voice far, far away. “You promised to play opera lady with me this morning.”

“What?” Keri moaned.

There was a soft shaking on her shoulders. “Aunt Keri, Keri, get up, sleepyhead! Take the pillow off your face.”

Reality crawled back to Keri in a lazy wave. Jeremy‘s embrace vanished, and the scene dissipated into fragments as Keri awoke, reluctantly pulling herself from the dream. Only a dream.

“Jutht a minute, Kate,” Keri mumbled. “Have thum patienth.”

“What?” Katie asked. “You sound weird.”

“It‘th the pirrow on ma face,” Keri said, rising slowly as she removed the pillow. “I like ta thleep like dat.”

Keri noticed the oddity just as Katie‘s eyes bulged at her.

“What‘s wrong with your face?” Katie cried.

Keri‘s hand flew to the right side of her face, which felt heavy and numb. It seemed dragged down, contorted. She could barely see out of her right eye.

“There‘s drool coming out of your mouth, just like Rover‘s,” said Katie. “I think your pillow got too heavy! It melted your face!”

Keri tried to gasp, but her mouth would not work correctly. It seemed weights were pulling her lip down on the right side, making it lopsided.

Dear Lord . . . had she had a stroke?

She flung off her blankets, twisted to the side of her bed, and sat up. It seemed her right arm worked fine, as well as her leg. And she could think clearly. But the horrified look on her niece‘s face confirmed the frightening fact that something was drastically wrong.

If you want to read more you can purchase For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

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Every Friday we’re asking a question right here. You have until midnight tonight (EST) to leave a comment to get your name put in a draw to win a free e-book! The winner will get to choose one e-book from our site (winner’s choice!) and we will send it to him or her. On Saturday morning, I’ll post the winner’s name here and on my facebook page and contact him/her on facebook as well.

This week’s question is: snowmen or snow forts?

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Why Heroes Matter by Greg Ballan (science fiction / horror author)


I remember forty five years ago running around my back yard with a beach towel tied loosely around my neck pretending I was Superman saving the world from an evil villain. I was the good guy willing to risk life and limb to do the right thing for truth justice and the “American” way. As a child I looked up to these comic book icons because they were powerful representations of ideals I was taught; truth over deceit, fair play and decency over evil. These comic book heroes helped cement these values in many generations of little boys and girls. These heroes were perfect manifestations of all the positive things I wanted to be, right down to the bulging biceps, six pack abs, and massively broad pecs and shoulders. Everything about these heroes was larger than life and there wasn’t a boy in my neighborhood that didn’t want to be a superhero at one point in our adolescence. What kid wouldn’t want to have superhuman powers and be idolized by all the more mundane people that required saving. This was quite the little boy fantasy. But then we grow up.

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Courtesy Warner Bros.

We grow up too quickly in a world where the comic book values and parental lessons espoused to us in our youth are seldom practiced. We’re forced into a world where compromise of integrity and injustice over justice seem to be prevalent on every newspaper page, television newscast and magazine cover. We see flawed political leaders, bickering and chaos threatening to engulf the world we inhabit. This world of reality is a far cry from the hero-filled comic book world of our youth. Nothing was as black and white as our childhood comic book. The gray area never existed in the Marvel or DC Universe; there was good and there was bad with nothing in the middle. Heroes never sacrificed their morals or values for gain and they never had to compromise their integrity; in the comic book world, right always won out in the end. Pick up a comic book or see a movie today and you’ll find a vastly different world than the one of my childhood. The darker aspects of our modern society have leeched into the hero universe. Batman is now a scary vigilante called ‘The Dark Knight’, Superman is re-branded into a mysterious alien whose ways are dark and mysterious in the movie “Man of Steel”. The age of Silver innocence and purity are gone from the superhero world, corrupted by a generation of skeptical consumers no longer buying into the innocent naivety of the 1960s and early 1970s. Even superheroes have to struggle with morality issues and corruption in today’s comic pages. Sacrifices are made for the overall greater good, which lead to compromises. Don’t believe me? Read Marvel’s “Civil War” epic or even “World War Hulk”. The heroes are on a warpath fighting each other and endangering the population of innocent men and women. This generation of heroes is a far cry from the pure heroes we grew up with. As my generation shed its innocence so have the vaunted heroes in the pages of every comic book and so have those in real life we once put on pedestals. Forty years ago a United States congressman or Senator was respected and revered. People held the President in high esteem. Today a Congressman is about as well respected as a shady used car dealer and just as corrupt, and as is clear from the long list of current and past scandals the office of President is just as morally challenged.

Now that I’ve spent two paragraphs depressing the reader allow me to focus on the all important question, ‘Why do heroes matter?’ And equally important ‘Are heroes still relevant?’ I believe it’s even more crucial to have heroes and yes, even super hero role models for children, despite the less than perfect role models heroes now represent. The message in today’s comics and in today’s society is far different than four decades ago. Modern media focuses on the dirt and corruption that pollutes society rather than the positive. It is often the negative headline that sells papers and generates ratings over the positive story. Our society has grown to love dirty laundry and enjoys seeing someone built up and then just as quickly torn down by the media under the spotlight of scandal. In this modern, scandal-driven society that celebrates Kim Kardashian and Kanye West, it’s even more important to have role models for children to look up to and for adults to admire. Society has become more skeptical and cynical and dare I say morally vacuous in the modern age. In such a time children and adults need heroes, but not the ones from the pages of fantasy, the heroes that are found in everyday life.

The 21st Century hero doesn’t leap tall buildings in a single bound, spin webs, dress like a bat or wear skimpy revealing costumes. Today’s heroes are the men and women who rise up to meet the challenges of everyday life and, no matter how difficult the struggle, they keep plugging forward with a smile on their faces and a light heart. Today’s hero still knows right from wrong and in the age of the “gray areas”, refuses to cross that nebulous line. The 21st Century hero is the selfless soldier on his third tour overseas leaving behind his loved ones, and the firemen/women running into a burning building when people are running out. A hero is the average man picking up that part time job while struggling to keep a roof over the head of his family and put food on the table. The 21st Century hero is the person doing the right thing even when nobody else is watching. The 21st Century hero is the politician that still believes in serving his constituents rather than serving himself and voting the will of the people over the will of some lobbyist. These are the modern heroes that deserve praise not the Hollywood elite or overpaid athlete.

I was blessed to grow up with a man who lived such principles and values.  While I was running in the backyard playing Superman he was working hard to put a roof over my head and put food on the table. That man was James Ballan, my father. I remember when I was eight years old and my father’s company went out of business. He never showed any panic and never let the bitterness inside him rise up. He always had that smile on his face and the most positive outlook. During those difficult times the man who taught Physics at Clark University and helped develop advanced metal plating technology for his own company, delivered newspapers by the trunk load to make money and put food on the table. I remember waking up at 5:00AM on Saturday and Sunday and going with my dad to get hundreds of newspapers, bringing them home and folding them up, then wrapping them in rubber bands for delivery. We’d drive several miles to apartment complexes delivering papers for hours and when we’d finish we always stopped to get a donut on the way home. I never stopped to ponder how he felt, an Engineer with an advanced degree, delivering papers, because he made it fun and I was too young and naïve to understand anything beyond hanging out with my dad and getting a donut and chocolate milk. He taught me the value and integrity of honest work no matter what kind of work being performed. No matter how difficult times were he always had that smile and happy nature. As an adult I look back and wonder how he kept it all together, how he carried the frustration of that loss. I’m sure there were times, when he was alone that he’d take his armor off and worry, but he never let us see it. My father didn’t wear a cape, nor did he have the superhero build, but he was the living embodiment of all that a hero, a real hero, should be and I was blessed to have him in my life.

It’s important to have heroes for people to emulate. In the trouble filled, cynical world we live in, it’s vital to know there are still people doing it right and standing up for something other than personal gain. In a society that worships the vapid celebrity and the overpaid athlete it’s crucial that real heroes, the everyday man and woman that overcome hardships and do the right thing, are recognized and given their due. These people are the threads in the fabric of society; these are the people that keep the world moving forward despite the obstacles. These are the real heroes.

hybridGreg Ballan has a science fiction/suspense series with Lachesis Publishing called the Hybrid series. (HYBRID and HYBRID: Forced Vengeance). The series follows a private investigator who becomes a hero when he discovers his super-human and “other-worldly” abilities.

To read some of Greg’s musings visit his writing page on facebook, for several short stories and pithy takes on yard work and homelife.

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