21 August 2021

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Cajun Kiss of Death: A Cajun Country Mystery by Ellen Byron

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Cajun Kiss of Death: A Cajun Country Mystery 

Cozy Mystery 7th in Series Publisher ‏ : ‎ Crooked Lane Books (August 10, 2021)

Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 320 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 164385738X 

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1643857381

Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08N6SMX1J

The next shot from Cupid's bow may be fatal in USA Today bestselling, Agatha Award-winning author Ellen Byron's hearty and delightful seventh Cajun Country mystery.

 

In Pelican, Louisiana, Valentine's Day has a way of warming the heart, despite the February chill. But the air at Crozat Plantation B&B turns decidedly frigid when celebrity chef Phillippe Chanson checks in. And when the arrogant Phillippe--in town to open his newest Cajun-themed restaurant--perishes in a fiery boat crash, Maggie Crozat's dear friend JJ lands in very cold water.

 

Did JJ, proprietor of Junie's Oyster Bar and Dance Hall, murder Phillippe because he feared the competition? Might Maggie's mother, Ninette, have bumped off the chef for stealing one of her cherished recipes? Or was the culprit a local seafood vendor, miffed because Phillippe was somehow able to sell oysters for a remarkably reasonable price, despite an oyster shortage?

 

Maggie had planned to devote her February to art lessons in New Orleans, a present from her sweetheart, Bo. But now she has to focus on helping her friend and her mother cross a murder charge off the menu. Meanwhile, Maggie receives a series of anonymous gifts that begin as charming but grow increasingly disturbing. Does Maggie have an admirer--or a stalker? And are these mysterious gifts somehow related to Phillippe's murder?

 

Blood may be thicker than water, but this case is thicker than gumbo. And solving it will determine whether Maggie gets hearts and roses--or hearse and lilies--this Valentine's Day.

 

About Ellen Byron

Ellen’s Cajun Country Mysteries have won the Agatha award for Best Contemporary Novel and multiple Lefty awards for Best Humorous Mystery. She writes the Catering Hall Mystery series, which are inspired by her real-life, under the name Maria DiRico. Ellen is an award-winning playwright, and non-award-winning TV writer of comedies like WINGS, JUST SHOOT ME, and FAIRLY ODD PARENTS. She has written over two hundred articles for national magazines but considers her most impressive credit working as a cater-waiter for Martha Stewart.

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First Chapter

Basheer and Shekinah


Basheer stood on his balcony overlooking his kingdom in the twilight hour. The warm breeze carried the soul of the desert as small traces of sand tickled his olive skin. His people below were busy closing up shops as the lack of sunlight made it harder to watch for thieves using the cover of night to rob the poor shopkeepers’ blind.

As Sultan, he wished he had a way to provide his people with more wealth so they never knew hunger again. “If I were a good man, every man, woman, and child would live a life of luxury.” he thought.

The familiar arms of the Sultana wrapped around him. He didn’t know she was watching, but he welcomed the company.

“My King, you are a great man, and your dream of a thriving kingdom is obtainable,” Shekinah whispered in his ear before kissing his nape.

She always seemed to know what he was thinking, but he never gave it a second thought.

“My beautiful Queen, there is none wiser in the entire kingdom than you. But I do not see how it’s possible to fulfill my heart's desire.”

She turned him to face her and started unbuttoning his robe. “I may know a way to call upon the jinn. They are known as wish granters, and they give you what your heart desires.”

Allowing his garment to hit the floor, she kissed his chest as her hand slid down into his pants.

He moaned from her seductive caress. “The creatures of myth and legend?”

She trailed her lips down his abdomen, kneeling before him. “Legend, yes, but they are no myth, my dear husband.” She freed his growing cock, and tongued the tip.

“Ah! Shekinah, you possess the knowledge to drive a man wild with just your mouth. But do you really know how to obtain an audience with a being no one has ever seen?”

He gripped the thick balcony railing as she took all of him in her mouth, looking into her mesmerizing brown eyes. Fifteen years his junior, she was a beauty to behold. But only a fool would dismiss her as just a mere beauty. There was more to her than met the eye— beautiful, but twice as deadly.

Shekinah served a sinister god that rewarded her with powers just as dark. Most men would be frightened of her, but not Basheer. Her danger was precisely what weakened his knees. The sex was out of this world. She was as aggressive as a cobra, and insatiable as the desert's thirst. Basheer loved it. He loved her.

He lifted her up, forcing her to relinquish his manhood, and sat her on the wide railing. She removed her dupatta, letting it fall to the ground below, and unpinned her hair allowing the glossy, ebony waves to tumble down to the small of her back. Basheer leaned in to kiss her lips but she stopped him short. He wasn’t sure if it were to tease him or because the subjects below would have a scandalous show.

“With my Lord’s grace, I will have an audience with a jinni, and force him to give my mighty Sultan everything you could ever dream of possessing under the hot desert sun.”

He lifted her dress up so he could settle between her thighs, and penetrate deep in her core. 

Let them watch!

“Legends cannot be forced, my queen.”

She moaned from the wave of ecstasy engulfing her as he pumped his hips. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing a kiss from her.

In an instant, they were on the silk sheets of their bed. Shekinah had used her powers to teleport them, positioning herself atop him. Basheer laughed, amused by her not wanting to give the people a show they would never forget.

She ripped open the top of the dress, revealing her breasts to him, placing his hand on the left one.

“Feel my love for you with each beat of my heart, Basheer. As sure as my body lives for you, know that I will give you the greatest kingdom the world will ever see, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me, Basheer?”

She stared into his hazel eyes, rocking on his cock. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold out, but he would have told her anything in that moment. He would have sold his soul into endless torture if that’s what it took to make her happy.

“Yes, I trust you.”

Basheer didn’t know it at the time, but those four words would prove to be his downfall. That was the moment he changed not only his life, but the life of a young jinni by the name of Jafar.


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Grief drove Alys and Fletcher apart. Their son’s destination wedding and the double-booked Valentine Suite bring them back together. Will their stay in the Valentine Suite heal their broken hearts or drive them further apart? Readers who enjoy Marci Bolden and Kristin Hannah, will love The Valentine Suite by Tracy Broemmer, an emotional and healing, women’s fiction novel.

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Grief pulls some families together and rips others—like the Hollands—apart. Two years have passed since Alys and Fletcher Holland lost two of their children in a fatal accident. But time has done nothing for Alys’ broken heart.

Her surviving son’s destination wedding means a reunion for Alys and Fletch, who divorced shortly after the accident. Alys intends to keep to herself for the wedding festivities and hustle back home to her quiet, sterile life when the big day is over.

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Alys Holland rested her head on the lounge chair and closed her eyes only to open them immediately. She’d only just arrived in Palos Verdes earlier in the evening—after a four-hour flight, a thirty-four-minute wait at the rental car counter, and a quick stop at a liquor store in Redondo Beach. The next two weeks that stretched out before her beckoned, invited relaxation, respite,  healing. The trouble with that being that she would need to tear the scars away and dig into the pain to heal completely.
She wasn’t willing to do that. Not for Iva. Not for Fletch or Claire.
Not even for Ledger.
Still, her chest felt squeezed, painfully so. Gasping to breathe, Alys leaned forward, coughing hard at the tightening sensation. Shoulder and neck pain were sometimes symptoms of a heart attack in women; she had read somewhere that coughing could save someone suffering a heart attack until help arrived.
She wasn’t having a heart attack, though. If Iva were here, she would tell her that. She would roll her blue eyes and laugh at Alys, though usually Alys laughed, too, and laughing together took the sting out of Iva’s words.
No heart attack, though at her lowest points—and there had been so many now—she would have welcomed it. Death, sure. If there was a God, Alys would have died two years ago. The fact that she hadn’t, that she still woke in a comfortable bed every day, was why she quit believing. She would take death, gladly, and she would take the horrible pain and die in the most horrible way possible.
If only.
She heard music in the distance. Someone trying to sing an old Foreigner song, though the voice most definitely did not belong to Lou Gramm. Was it still the same band who had played at the bar two years ago?
The bar—Howie’s, no use pretending she didn’t remember the name—was just north of the main hotel where she was now. Where she and Fletch had stayed then. Still part of the resort campus, it was a family friendly bar and grill, and when they had wandered there, hand in hand one night, there was a summer festival going on. Perfect for enjoying live music and cold beer while you waited for a table.
She and Fletch had grabbed a beer—Fletch was into weird IPAs at the time and he had ordered a Firestone Walker Mind Haze, while teasing her about her simple, safe lager—and wandered over to the fence to watch the sunset bleed dark purple and a deep, flushed pink over the ocean, already black with night.
Alys thought the music was mediocre, but mostly, she remembered that incredible sunset and the feel of Fletch’s warm, solid body at her side.
She sipped from her thick glass tumbler. The glasses—everything—here was nicer than her own personal belongings. Which was saying something, because she and Fletch had done well together, and they had amassed a lot of nice things.
Lost some, too.


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19 August 2021

Odyssey of Ashes by Cheryl Krauter Odyssey of Ashes: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Letting Go by Cheryl Krauter, Excerpt and Guest Review!

Odyssey of Ashes by Cheryl Krauter
Odyssey of Ashes: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Letting Go by Cheryl Krauter Publisher:  She Writes Press, (July 20, 2021) 
Category: Memoir, Grief, Loss, Healing 
Tour dates: August-September, 2021 
ISBN: 978-1647421328 
Available in Print and ebook, 168 pages 
Odyssey of Ashes

Description Odyssey of Ashes by Cheryl Krauter

Odyssey of Ashes: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Letting Go begins with the sudden death of Cheryl Krauter’s spouse. Five months later, in a stroke of irony and magic, her husband wins a long-desired guided fly-fishing trip in a raffle―and Cheryl decides to go in his place, fulfilling a promise to scatter his ashes by a trout stream. Part I of this memoir is an account of the first year after Cheryl’s husband’s death, where she becomes an explorer in the infinite stream of grief and loss, a time traveler between the darkness of sorrow and the light of daily life. Part II concludes with stories of the poignant and humorous adventures she had during the ensuing year. Tying it all together and woven throughout is Cheryl’s account of the creation of an altar assembled during the three-day ritual of Los DΓ­as de los Muertos. Poetic and mythological, Odyssey of Ashes is a raw story of loss and the deep transformation that traveling through darkness and returning to light can bring.

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Sometimes, from ashes a greater understanding can rise. Cheryl Krauter lost her husband, John suddenly. In the middle of the night, John woke with back pain. Only minutes later he had collapsed on the floor and was not breathing. Completely devastated and unsure of where to turn next, Cheryl began doing the things that we all do when we experience grief—trying to take things one day at a time. While she was trying to rebuild her life, she learned that John had won a raffle that he had applied for before his death. The raffle is for a once in a lifetime fly fishing trip. After some internal debate, Cheryl decides to go on the trip by herself, and bring John's ashes along with her to spread across the river. Madison river in Montana is a well-known spot for fly fishing. Because John was a devoted and skilled fly fisherman, the couple had been to Madison river once before, in 1988. Now it was 2017, and Cheryl was arriving on her own, with her husband's ashes. To say that this memoir touched my heart would be an understatement. I definitely teared up a few times while reading this, and I challenge anyone to keep a dry eye while Krauter remembers her life with her husband and their son. Many of us have experienced grief in our lifetimes, but not everyone can write about it with the grace and tenderness that Cheryl writes with. Her prose is both touching and heartbreaking, while sometimes also being funny and lighthearted. In 'Odyssey of Ashes: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Letting Go,' a full picture of a life, friends, family and hobbies is created in order to honor the man that Cheryl Krauter loved, and I cannot think of a more fitting tribute.

Excerpt Odyssey of Ashes by Cheryl Krauter

In fall 2018, a year and a half after returning from Montana, I gather photos, sugar skulls, bones, and other mementos for my DΓ­a de los Muertos altar that’s become a tradition over the past several decades. Each year, I celebrate the Day of the Dead by honoring all of those who have died, who have crossed over into other worlds.

 

Times passes on, as it does, and with each year there are more photos and mementos to lovingly place on the altar. The spirits of those who have traveled to the other side are invited to return, lured by favorite treats and a bottle of whiskey (a drink once heartily enjoyed by many of those represented in the tableau of the dead). I imagine them feeling enticed to cross through the veil between the living and the dead.

 

Black candles burn to light the way for the dead on their journey from these unseen realms to visit those of us left behind, still bound to the earth. I continue creating the altar. In one photo, my mother and father stand together, grinning at the camera and holding a sunflower as they stand in front of an old copper- hooded brick fireplace in a home whose cottage walls, long ago knocked down, have been replaced by a gaudy, brownish-orangish stuccoed two-story mansion overlooking the ocean. My mentor, my teacher, dead nine years now, is still present with me; at times, it seems he’s just over my shoulder in my psychotherapy office. As I stand in front of the altar, he looks on from his perch on the mantle. His kind but always-searing gaze, burning with uncomfortable questions and keen insights, follows me around the room.

 

Gently, carefully, I place photos of two young cousins, tragically gone—one from mental illness, the other from an overdose that took him too young— next to each other. Drugs and alcohol being contributing factors in both deaths, in a fit of dark humor, I question their seating arrangement—directly next to the whiskey— on the altar. Such are the inner conversations within me as I hold each photograph in my hands, looking at faces and places once so familiar, now distant memories. Grandparents, friends, and my first love, taken early by ALS, line up next to one another, a collage of the troubled and beloved departed. Callie, my faithful dog, who had to be put down a month after John died, sits forever beautiful beside Lucy the cat, my familiar—the two joined together in death as they most certainly would never have been in life.

 

I sit with these souls who have traveled on, remembering stories, images of moments spent laughing, crying, and screaming, times that will never come again but that live deeply within me. This evening, I laugh, cry, occasionally scream, alone. I tell my dead loved ones stories of my life, of what has occurred for me since they left. I think that my critical mother would be pleased with me, and that my sensitive and troubled father, who always wanted to write a book himself, would be proud of my two published books.

 

Night falls; it is a silent and respectful ritual. John in his baseball cap, smiling and waving at the last game his son pitched, looks out onto the room, and his eyes seem to find mine as I light each candle and sit in front of all those who are no longer here. In the months since scattering his ashes that violent, stormy day in Montana, I have felt his presence fade, and I imagine him flying about in some universe or other as he explores a territory that I cannot enter. His photo goes in the center of the altar, and I place my hand over his waving one, as if a touch, a word, a plea for contact might actually draw him back.

 

I do not linger too long, however, as the ache in my heart begins to crack open into a gaping hole. I move between gratitude for the time we had together and a strong, surreal disbelief that John is actually on an altar for the dead and not in the next room in our home. DΓ­a de los Muertos is a celebration of those who have died, a colorful festival that sends encouraging missives to departed spirits for the success of their journeys. It holds both mourning and celebration of those who have died, but I feel no celebration in John’s passing, only a mournful emptiness that longs for his return . . . and again this strange sense of unreality overcomes me. Will that ever change? I wonder.

 

Two years after John died, less than a year after my trip to the Madison River, my friends Bill and Shash gave me a gift: a personal mythology created for me by a Celtic storyteller. The myth chosen for me was the story of Mis, who, while little is written about her, is known as the original wild woman of Irish mythology. Mis was the daughter of DΓ‘ire DΓ³idgheal, a powerful ruler from Europe who set out to invade Ireland. A fierce battle raged for a year and a day until DΓ‘ire was eventually slain, which brought the battle to an end. In the days that followed, Mis came to search the bloody battlefield, looking for her father. Upon finding his dead, bleeding body, she became overwhelmed with grief. Casting herself over his mortally wounded body, she began to lick and suck at his wounds like a wild animal trying to heal him.

 

Unable to bring him back from the dead, a madness came over her, and she rose up into the air and flew away into the heart of the Sliabh Mis mountains. Mis lived in the mountains for many years. Over time, she grew long, trailing fur and feathers to cover her naked skin, and great, sharp claws that she used to attack and tear to pieces any creature or person she met. She could run like the wind, and no living thing was safe from her. She was believed to be dangerous, and all feared the wildness of her grief. It came to pass that the king in those parts, Feidlimid Mac Crimthainn, offered a reward to anyone who would capture Mis alive. For fear of her, no one accepted except for one man, a gentle harper by the name of Dubh Ruis. Dubh Ruis was able to entice Mis out of hiding and make love to her. He coaxed her into a pool and, over a period of days, washed away the dirt and scrubbed away her feathers and fur.

 

He combed her hair, fed her, and made a bed for her. Eventually, he brought her back to civilization and married her, and Mis then lived a long, full life. Mis is the archetypal madwoman who lives within each of us. She screams the rage we are afraid to express, she wails the grief that threatens to swallow us whole, she expresses the unacceptable inner voices we suppress out of fear. At the heart of Mis’s story is the need to honor mourning in all its wild expression of rage and grief so that one can once again open a broken heart to love. In Ireland, this expression of mourning is called Caoine, something the rest of us might know as keening or funereal dirges. These primal mourning songs date back to the Etruscans and the wakes held by the ancient Greeks.

 

They briefly join the mourner with the departed in the liminal space between life and death; through keening, the mourner can let go of the grief and return to daily life. Returning from the wildness of Montana and the Madison River memorial, I was called back from the underworld to reenter the upper world of my day-to-day life. I was living in two worlds, one an urban scene of responsibilities and schedules, the other an inner wilderness that flowed constantly beneath my feet like a river as I walked through each day and night. Disorienting and unpredictable, it was exhausting work to keep track of myself as I simultaneously struggled with a sense of unreality and negotiated my life as a responsible human being residing in the world of the living.

 

No one really knew the depth of my struggles— living in the land of the dead even as I paid taxes, laughed at parties, and then drove home alone in the dark. Somehow I managed to continue my daily existence even as, like Mis, I wailed and raged in an imaginary mountain cave.

About Cheryl Krauter

Odyssey of Ashes by Cheryl Krauter 
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  CHERYL KRAUTER is a San Francisco bay area psychotherapist with more than forty years of experience in the field of depth psychology and human consciousness. A cancer survivor, she is the author of Surviving the Storm: A Workbook for Telling Your Cancer Story (Oxford University Press, 2017) and Psychosocial Care of Cancer Survivors: A Clinician’s Guide and Workbook for Providing Wholehearted Care (Oxford University Press, 2018). She lives with her personal assistant, a cat named Amie. 

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Title: Make Me

Author: Evelyn Sola

Release Date: 9/17/2021

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Tropes: Widow Romance, Single Mom Romance, Blue Collar Romance, Small-Town Romance, New Adult Romance, Diverse Romance

Laci Hogan isn’t looking for love when she moves back to Oak Bend. Coming home is all about Laci gaining her independence she once lost. Besides, getting over a rocky past and losing her husband is more than enough for her to juggle while raising her two-year-old daughter but old acquaintance - Cooper Stevens can be persistent when it comes to getting what he wants.

No stranger to hard work, he’s willing to do all it takes to prove to his new neighbor Laci that she doesn’t have to do life alone and that with the right person, a relationship makes life better - oh so much better.

Will Cooper make her see that this could be all the happiness she never knew she was looking for?

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A Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about writing, you will find Evelyn with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing for years, and she will continue to write for many years to come.  

Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor. 

She currently lives in Chicago, IL with her husband and two daughters.

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From broody carpenters to sexy electricians, these eight standalones are packed with small town feels, heat, and heartwarming happily ever afters.

Enjoy your favorite tropes written by an amazing group of authors: Jaymee Jacobs, Alexa Rivers, Evelyn Sola, Kate Carley, Tracy Broemmer, Mila Nicks, Claire Wilder, and Moni Boyce.

Fall head over heels for swoon-worthy book boyfriends who aren’t afraid of a little hard work for that happily ever after.

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