A #bookreview of Sue Coletta’s PRETTY EVIL NEW ENGLAND

Ciao, amici! I’ve got a true crime book review today. If you read Sue Coletta’s guest post not long ago, you’re already familiar with this one. I’m delighted to share my thoughts about the book with you below. I’ve already posted to BookBub and Goodreads and will also post to Amazon when the preorder goes live.

Snuggled up to finish reading my autographed copy of Pretty Evil New England.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ It’s More Chilling Because It’s True

I read Sue Coletta’s stories because they always send a shiver up my spine. When I saw she was writing a true crime book about female serial killers, I couldn’t wait to read it. Talk about chilling!

If you (like me) read true crime accounts or watch television specials about murderers and their victims, you’ve sat through—or given up on—some boring ones. Pretty Evil New England isn’t like that. Coletta doesn’t write this like a textbook but rather almost like a novel, with plot and scene-setting and dialogue that will keep you invested in these five women’s histories the way she does her own fictional tales. But in the case of this work, it’s all the more horrific because it’s all true.

I was particularly interested in the different motivations that prompted the killings. But then, without a motivation, there is no crime. Also worth noting is the forensic science and the criminal procedures that we get to see. And I was pleasantly surprised to find out how our forensics today have been impacted by those times.

This was an impressive work that I’m delighted to have read. I hope there are more installments to come. Whether there are or not, this one is an easy five-star recommendation.


Have you read this one yet? I’d love to hear your thoughts. Leave a comment below. Saluti!

The Ballad of Mrs. Molony by C.S. Boyack #paranormal #bookreview

Ciao, amici! I read C.S. Boyack’s The Ballad of Mrs. Molony a while ago, and I haven’t taken the time to write the review. And I’m embarrassed about it. I’m a writer. I know how important those reviews are. I have no excuse other that I didn’t take those two minutes to do it. So, I just did. Posted to Amazon (if they’ll let me) as well as Goodreads and BookBub. And now I’m sharing my thoughts here, too, for those of you who have seen this in the blogosphere but are still on the fence about it. It’s a short read and this is the perfect season for this kind of story. And (spoiler alert) I loved it.

MY REVIEW

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ A Clever New Twist on a Classic Old Trope

If the sun is down and you’re hearing noissssessss, it might be a vampire. One particular vampire—with crooked teeth and a speech impediment. It makes him quite impossible to miss.

And that’s precisely the point. Boyack’s done it again. He’s taken a classic trope—the vampire—and turned it on its head. Kevin isn’t your sexy, compelling blood-sucker. You won’t find him bare-chested on a book cover or sparkling in the sun. He is unique, though. And he’s the perfect catalyst for Lizzie and the hat’s latest adventure. Lizzie is on the cusp of trusting Kevin, teetering on the edge of pitying him after hearing his story. The hat? Totally doesn’t buy it. Doesn’t trust him and wants to put an end to Kevin and every other vampire in the area. Thinks he’s leading them into a trap.

Who’s right? It was so much fun finding out. As all hat adventures are. The banter is first-rate. The pace is tight and even accelerates breathlessly at the end. I love the way he’s worked the music into the story, and the Mrs. Molony twist was positively brilliant. This is a fast and fun read worth every one of the five stars I’ve given it. Highly recommended.

Introducing C.S. Boyack’s #NewRelease: The Ballad of Mrs. Molony

Ciao, amici! October is the month of all things weird and wonderful, and today I’ve got something that totally fits the bill. I’ve got a vampire with mangled teeth and a speech impediment who doesn’t want to kill people. A talking hat with supernatural powers that loves to surf the web. And the fabulous mind that comes up with all this stuff!

That’s right. my friend, fellow author, and long-time visitor to the blog, C.S. Boyack, is back to talk about his latest release—The Ballad of Mrs. Molony—the newest installment in his wildly inventive and always entertaining Hat series of stories. I know you’ll give him a warm welcome. No point in me teasing you with more when I can let the expert give you the good stuff. Take it away, Craig!


Thanks for inviting me back, Staci. I hope your fans are ready for some Halloween reading, because I’m touring around The Ballad of Mrs. Molony. This is the third book in The Hat series, and this time Lizzie and the hat are chasing vampires.

I want to pause to let everyone know that I worked to make sure people could read these books out of order. I like to read things in order, but I’m not everyone. If your first introduction to this series is Mrs. Molony, I don’t think you’ll feel lost at all.

Since Staci is one of my partners at Story Empire, I thought I might take that approach to this post: Some ramblings about writing a series. Once upon a time, some friends of mine talked me into series work. (You know who you are.) This has been both maddening and a work of pure joy.

In my mind, there are two kinds of series. One has a definite ending, the other one goes on for as long as people are interested. My Lanternfish trilogy is the former. The Hat series is the latter.

You’ve all read, or at least know of, the ongoing series. Think James Bond, Sherlock Holmes, Bones, or Perry Mason. Even The Dresden Files fits this mold. These were good books and grabbed a lot of attention in their day. I have to be me, so why not a paranormal superhero?

One of the things I’ve learned is that “happily ever after,” doesn’t work here. The shtick has to go on, and that kind of ending will kill the series. These are more about solving the problem at hand, surviving, and maybe gaining some small reward beyond the job well done.

The other strange thing involves character arc. Too much character arc can also spoil the series concept. This might shock a lot of readers, but think about it. In a novel, or closed-loop series, conquering those inner demons is part of the story. In an open series, defeating those demons could limit what you do next.

There is still character evolution, but it has to be slower. If you think about it, Bond fell in love, got married, then took revenge against those who killed her. He evolved to a degree, then it almost had to be stripped away so the series could continue. In another example, keeping Booth and Bones apart was the lifeblood of the series. After they got together, something was lost.

In these stories, my characters had to change to accommodate each other. The hat is magically bound to Lizzie’s bloodline for as long as it lasts. He’d never worked with a woman before, so he had (and still has) a bit of a learning curve. Lizzie had never been part of the party culture, but she’s adapting.

Those smaller places are where character develops and helps anchor readers to the series. I used generation gaps, creed differences, and more to make sure Lizzie and the hat have struggles. A lot of the comedy happens because of these differences.

I’m kind of known for stand-alone books. I love them, honestly. Writing a series wasn’t exactly on my radar, but I like to play with all the tools. I also want to offer something for a broad reader base.

Part of what appealed to me was learning new things. The pressure to sail the final Lanternfish book up the “Amazon” (my attempt to be cool) is incredible. The first two volumes were well received and I need to bring it home with guns blazing.

Lizzie and the hat are different. It requires me to think ahead and look behind. Everything I write builds a small fence in this series and I have to stay aware of it. The longer it goes on, the more I have to keep track of. As an author it offers a more leisurely pace. It’s the solving of a problem, with some humorous interactions, and then all I have to do is find a way to convolute the process enough to make it a short novel. I kind of like it.

If you’re looking for some Halloween themed reading, I hope you’ll give Lizzie and the hat a chance. Thanks again for hosting me, Staci.

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Blurb: Lizzie and the hat are back, and this time they’re chasing vampires across a subculture of America. A pair of rodeo cowboys are holding a woman captive to use like a milk cow since they joined the undead.

The person who put them onto the trail is also a vampire, but he has to be the worst vampire in history. Is he really that pitiful, or is he setting a trap for our heroes? Does the woman even exists? Can Lizzie and the hat find her before she also takes up blood sucking?

Follow Lizzie and the hat as they use their cover band to stalk vamps across the country music scene.

Purchase your copy here: The Ballad of Mrs. Molony

Other stories in the series are: Viral Blues | The Hat

You can contact Craig at the following locations:

BlogMy NovelsTwitterGoodreads | FacebookPinterestBookBub


So, how about that? We learned a little about series work. Learned a bit more about the story world the hat is set in. And it’s always fun to visit with Craig. I’m sure by now most of you know and adore him like I do. So let’s give him some support by hitting the purchase, like, and share buttons, then leave him a little note below. Grazie!

Introducing Marcia Meara’s THE EMISSARY 3: LOVE HURTS

Ciao, amici! Today, I’m once again sharing a friend and fellow author’s new release. I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am that so many authors are putting out such quality work, and I assure you, this one will rank high on your list.

I’ve got Marcia Meara here today. We’re revisiting our favorite emissaries, Jake and Dodger, in her latest release, The Emissary 3: Love Hurts. And without further delay, it’s my honor to turn things over to my Story Empire cohort, Marcia Meara. Marcia, take it away…


Thanks so much for having me here today Staci. I’m pretty excited to be sharing the release of Book 3 in my Emissary Trilogy with you and your followers. I hope they’ll enjoy this little excerpt featuring a conversation between Jake Daughtry, the first angelic emissary, and his unofficially adopted son, Dodger, the second one. The boy has been searching everywhere for a young lady he’d helped two weeks earlier when she’d dropped an armload of books. Jake was killing time at a local diner as he waited for the boy to join him for lunch.  When the girl of Dodger’s dreams walked through the door, Jake was eager to alert his son—until he saw she wasn’t alone.

Excerpt:

Jake hunched over his cup of coffee, trying to hide his face while listening to the ringing of Dodger’s phone. Just what he was going to say to avert this catastrophe, he wasn’t sure, but before he could come up with a plan, his boy answered.

“Hold that thought, whatever it was. I’ll be there in about sixty seconds. Go ahead and order my usual, if you would.” And with that, the call ended.

Oh, this was so not good.

He sneaked a glance over his shoulder as the girl headed for an empty booth. The young man followed directly behind her. Well, great. After two weeks spent searching all over town, was it really going to turn out that she was already in a relationship? He slid off the stool, left money on the counter, and walked out the door to head off trouble.

Too late.

Dodger gave a little wave as he approached, his smile morphing into a puzzled frown. “How come you’re out here? No place to sit?”

“Not exactly. I’m just not sure you really want to go in.”

The boy’s frown grew, then his eyes went wide. “Did you see her walk by? Which way? She’s not … is she … is she here?

He started for the door, but Jake caught his arm. “Wait!”

“Why? I’m not gonna run up and grab her, you know. I’ll be cool.”

“It’s not that. It’s just … uh … there’s a guy with her.”

Dodger’s mouth dropped open, then his shoulders slumped. “Well, hell. I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to deal with that.”

“I know, and I figured a heads up would be good, so you could decide what you want to do.”

“Yeah. Lemme think this through for a minute.”

Dodger’s idea of a minute was about fourteen seconds. “Are they sittin’ to the left or the right side of the door?”

“All the way down on the left.”

“Are there any booths open to the right?”

“Yeah, a couple.”

“Okay. How about we turn right as soon as we go in. We’ll find a booth as far down as possible, and I’ll sit facing them. That way, I can watch how they’re actin’ before I decide what I want to do next.”

“You’re being awfully calm about this.”

“Got no choice, do I? If I want to have a chance with her, I have to play my cards right. First off, I need to see if she even remembers me, but I have to be careful with that. I don’t want to look like some creepy pervert stalker. And I have to keep Azrael’s rules in mind so I don’t blow this right from the get-go. Lots of stuff to remember here, and I only get one shot. I have to be sure it has a chance to work, and a lot of that depends on her.”

“Are you saying you’re not one hundred percent sure she’s The One, after all?”

“No way. She’s the one for me, all right. The question is, am I the one for her?”

About The Emissary 3: Love Hurts

The archangel created his emissaries to help mortals avoid choices that would doom them for eternity. He hadn’t planned on the youngest member of his team falling in love with one.

~~~

Azrael’s emissarial program was growing daily, but it still met with stubborn opposition from many on the Council of Angels. Dodger’s request to be allowed to experience what falling in love was all about didn’t help matters, but Azrael thought the boy was onto something. He agreed emissaries who’d shared a loving relationship during their mortal lives would have a deeper understanding of human emotions and motivations, thus enhancing the skills they needed to do their jobs.

With that in mind, Azrael gave Dodger one chance to search for true love. He then laid down a daunting set of stringent rules and guidelines that could not be broken under any circumstances lest dire happenings occur. But while the angel sincerely hoped Dodger would find a way to make this endeavor work, he feared an avalanche of unintended consequences could be in store for his youngest emissary.

Sometimes even angels hate to be right.

~~~

Will Azrael ever tire of popping up behind Jake just to see his first emissary fall out of his chair in shock? Will sharp-eyed motel owners ever notice a big red and white semi mysteriously appearing and disappearing from their parking lots overnight? And will Dodger be able to track down the mystery girl who caught his eye two weeks earlier to see if she’s really The One?

To find the answers to these and other angelic or emissarial questions, come along on one last adventure with Jake, Dodger, and that ginormous, glowy-eyed archangel, Azrael. They’re waiting for you!

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Bio

Marcia Meara

Marcia Meara lives in central Florida, just north of Orlando, with her husband of over thirty years and four big, spoiled cats.

When not writing or blogging, she spends her time gardening, and enjoying the surprising amount of wildlife that manages to make a home in her suburban yard. She enjoys nature. Really, really enjoys it. All of it! Well, almost all of it, anyway. From birds, to furry critters, to her very favorites, snakes. The exception would be spiders, which she truly loathes, convinced that anything with eight hairy legs is surely up to no good. She does not, however, kill spiders anymore, since she knows they have their place in the world. Besides, her husband now handles her Arachnid Catch and Release Program, and she’s good with that.

Spiders aside, the one thing Marcia would like to tell each of her readers is that it’s never too late to make your dreams come true. If, at the age of 69, she could write and publish her first book (and thus fulfill 64 years of longing to do that very thing), you can make your own dreams a reality, too. Go for it! What have you got to lose?

Contact & Buy Links

Purchase Link | Email | Website | Pinterest | Twitter | Amazon Author Page


Well, if that doesn’t spark your interest, I’m at a loss. Please consider using the sharing buttons and (of course) the purchase link. And when you’re done, I hope you’ll join me in wishing Marcia congratulations and all the best with her latest release by leaving her a comment below. Grazie!

Sue Coletta’s #NewRelease PRETTY EVIL NEW ENGLAND #nonfiction #serialkillers

Ciao, amici! If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you know I kind of have a thing about serial killers. My WIP has a totally twisted one, and I used to have a feature about them right on this site (but I don’t have the time to do that anymore). If you came here today hoping to get your “serial killer fix” — and isn’t that just a bit disturbing? let’s not dwell on that — you won’t go away disappointed. I’ve got the perfect post for you.

Today, I’m SO HAPPY to welcome Sue Coletta back to talk about her upcoming nonfiction release, Pretty Evil New England. I’ve long considered myself among her biggest fiction fans. (Have you read her Mayhem and/or Grafton County series? If not, you really should. ) Now I’m a fan of her true crime writing, too.

Before I get carried away, I’m going to turn things over to the master. Sue, the floor is yours.


There are several ways to use research to our advantage when writing true crime. The top two approaches are journalistic or novelistic. Journalistic is more “Just the facts, ma’am.” Novelistic reads more like fiction only everything is true. All true crime books use a little of both, but I prefer to lean heavier on the novelistic approach. Some writers fictionalize true crime, which is fine as long as they label the book as “based on true crime.”

Without that label, nothing we write can be our fictional interpretation of what occurred during the case. If we don’t find source material for, say, dialogue, then we can’t put words into our subject’s mouth. It’s not easy to find all the pieces to the puzzle, but when we do, we breathe new life into our “characters.”

While writing Pretty Evil New England, I developed a fondness for resurrecting dead female serial killers. LOL This may sound crazy to some, but it’s one of my favorite things to do now. As a writer, I love the challenge. Below is an excerpt of how I used pieces of a confession to help drive the story. Enjoy!

Jane Toppan — © Sue Coletta — image NOT in public domain

Another scorching summer day, another unexplained death.

In 1901 on Cape Cod, seagulls squawked over the catch of the day in fishermen’s nets, osprey nested along marshlands and sandy beaches, waves lapping against miles and miles of shorelines on the eastern, western, and southern tips of the Massachusetts peninsula, where horse-drawn carriages kicked up sorrel dust clouds, iron-shoed hooves clomping against pressed-gravel streets. Salt scented the air for miles. But by August 15 of that year, something evil veiled the peaceful seaside community of Cataumet.

Jane Toppan vacationed in the area for the first time in 1897. As a trained nurse and Cambridge Hospital graduate, Jane looked the part in every line of her face, every curve of her ample figure, every movement and mannerism. At that time she stayed at the Davis cottage with the prominent family of L.W. Ferdinand of Cambridge, next door to a rambling seasonal hotel called Jachin House. Guests from the city would congregate on Jachin House’s wide wrap-around porches to relax, rocking away the evening hours, cooled off by crisp ocean breezes sweeping in from Buzzards Bay.

The Davis family owned both properties. Alden Davis, considered by many to be Cataumet’s most influential citizen due to his reorganization of the railroad system so the train stopped at the Cape, worked as the town’s postmaster, station agent, and had a successful marble business. He also ran the general store across from Depot Square. Some say he founded the town.

Most of the headstones in the local cemetery were engraved by Alden Davis’s hand, a fact that seems ominous in hindsight.

Jane Toppan fell in love with Cape Cod. So much so, she returned to Jachin House year after year to spend the summer, thereby avoiding the hustle and bustle of city life. During one such summer, in late August of 1889, Jane’s foster sister, Elizabeth Brigham, decided to come down from Lowell to visit Jane—a little “girl time” for the two women to reconnect.

Jane had something else planned for their reunion.

Over the years Jane had maintained a cordial relationship with Elizabeth, but deep down she harbored resentment. Twenty years her senior, Elizabeth represented everything Jane wasn’t. Not only was Elizabeth pampered by her biological mother, Ann Toppan, while Jane was treated as the family slave, Elizabeth was also wealthy, attractive, and married to Oramel A. Brigham (known as “O. A.”), a well-liked, highly regarded deacon of the First Trinitarian Congregational Church in Lowell and depot master for the Boston & Maine Railroad.

When Ann Toppan, Jane’s foster mother, died she excluded Jane from the will. And Jane touched on this in her confession:

I felt rather bitter against Mrs. [Elizabeth] Brigham after Mother Toppan’s death, because I always thought she destroyed the will that left me some of the old lady’s property. Mrs. [Elizabeth] Brigham came down to visit me at Cataumet on Buzzards Bay, where I was spending the Summer of 1899 in one of the Davis cottages. That gave me a good chance to have my revenge on her.

On August 26, the day after Elizabeth arrived on the Cape, Jane suggested a picnic on the beach might lift her foster sister’s spirits. For several weeks Elizabeth had been suffering with a mild but persistent case of melancholia (known today as depression).

Weaved picnic basket in hand, Jane escorted Elizabeth down to Scotch House Cove, where the two women spent several hours chatting away the day while munching on cold corned beef and taffy. Salted ocean breezes swept its fingers through their hair as they basked in the summer sun. But deep within Jane a volcano of resentment was about to erupt.

She was really the first of my victims that I actually hated and poisoned with a vindictive purpose. So I let her die slowly, with griping tortures. I fixed mineral water so it would do that and then added the morphia to it.


All that sun drained Elizabeth of energy, so she retired early to her upstairs bedroom. The following morning, Jane called Elizabeth down for breakfast. When she didn’t respond, Jane rushed to the home of her landlord, Alden Davis, and asked if he could summon the doctor because “her sister had taken sick.” Jane then telegrammed O. A. in Lowell, informing him that his wife was in grave condition.

Alarmed, O. A. took the first available train to Cape Cod. By the time he arrived the next morning, Monday, August 28, Elizabeth had fallen into a coma. She died in the early morning hours of August 29. The doctor said Elizabeth had suffered a stroke of apoplexy (cerebral hemorrhage or stroke).

But Jane knew better.

I held her in my arms and watched with delight as she gasped her life out.

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I love the way Sue brought this history to life. It was so much more engaging than textbook reading. If you’re interested in what makes the criminal mind tick, you’ll love this book.

Thanks for spending these few minutes with me and Sue today. I hope you’ll take a few more to use the like and sharing buttons, the purchase link of your choice, and the comment box below to leave her any questions you might have and/or a note of support. Grazie!

Talking about Astral Conspiracy with John Howell

Ciao, amici! I’d said we were almost done, and I’d meant it. Here we are, the last stop. And we couldn’t go out with a bigger bang than with John Howell.

I’m honored that John offered to host me. He blogs every day and has one of the biggest followings I know. It exhausts me to think that he runs circles around me (and he’s around my parents’ age!) and it humbles me that he offered me space on his site. It’s my first time appearing there as a guest and not a commenter, and I couldn’t be more excited to be in a space where the likes of stars like Lucy and Twiggy appear regularly. (If you don’t know who Lucy and Twiggy are, you clearly don’t visit John and need to rectify that immediately.)

In addition to being a prolific blogger, John is a bestselling author. You can find his numerous works at his site. I recommend you check out his John Cannon books or his latest release, Eternal Road: The Final Stop.

I’m at his site today talking about my character, Nixon Beck, who’s really unlike any character you’ve ever read about (though his true nature can’t be expressed in the short exchange I’ll be providing). I hope you’ll take a moment to visit me at John’s site and spend some time seeing what he has to offer, as well. Saluti!

Talking about Astral Conspiracy with Mae Clair

Ciao, amici! Couldn’t wait to get on the road again. Insisting the world keep turning my way, writing words with my fellow fiction friends.

Yep. Another paraphrasing of another song for another music enthusiast. Mae is almost as big a music buff as Joan is. Couldn’t help myself. Had to pick “On the Road Again” (even though I’m not a Willie Nelson fan) because, well, obviously, I’m on the road again.

My Story Empire family has been SO SUPPORTIVE of me during this rapid release of by five-book series. They practically insisted on hosting me. So, if you’re tired of me, blame them. But we’re almost done.

I’m willing to bet you’ve all seen Mae around. If you haven’t, you don’t know what you’re missing and should rectify that immediately. She’s a fellow Pennsylvanian, so that immediately sparked my interest. But then I got to know her. And I realized we had so much more in common than just a border on a map. Mae is so sweet and so supportive and so talented. I keep waiting for her to teach a class on how to craft sentences. If you haven’t read any of her work, you’re missing one of today’s true artists. I recommend her whole library, but if you need a place to start, check out her Hode’s Hill and Point Pleasant series.

Today, my guest post focuses on Natasha (Tasha) Halpern, one of my Astral Conspiracy series characters. I hope you can pop over to Mae’s for a visit, and while you’re there, check out her work. Then, if you’re not already following her, make sure you do so. You won’t be sorry. Looking forward to seeing you at her place. Saluti!

Talking about Astral Conspiracy with Joan Hall

Ciao, amici! So, I’m hoping to take you away on a mystery tour, so roll on up, only this time, no reservation needed. Satisfaction guaranteed.

This intro was paraphrased from the Beatles in honor of my very good friend and host, Joan Hall, who is a huge music fan (especially the Beatles) and if you didn’t get it, I’m sure she got the “Magical Mystery Tour” reference.

Frequent visitors of my site and/or the Story Empire site know Joan. The one of you who might stumble across this post who don’t know her really should follow her, too. Joan is so kind, so thoughtful, so funny. She’s got a heart as big as Texas, which happens to be where she’s from, and she’s convinced this Pittsburgh girl that cowboys and burning pinion can be every bit as wonderful as steel workers and bridges over rivers. (Well, not the football team, but the guys in the hats. I’m a Steelers girl, all the way.)

Joan’s got a keen sense of how to unfold a mystery, as is evident in her novella The Stranger and her Driscoll Lake Series. You can find more information on her website, which I hope you’ll take a look around after visiting my post, where I’ll be talking about my Astral Conspiracy series character, Reverie Sterling.

Looking forward to seeing you over there. Saluti!

Talking about Astral Conspiracy with Harmony Kent

Ciao, amici! I managed something truly magical this time. And before you sue me for trademark or copyright infringement, this is not the Knight Bus. Note, it is not purple, it is not a triple-decker, it is not driven by a man named Ern nor is the conductor a man named Stan Shunpike, it is not filled with rolling beds nor do dangling shrunken heads hang in the front window, and muggles most definitely can see it.

Yes, I am “across the pond” visiting my dear friend Harmony Kent. Visitors to my blog or to Story Empire surely know Harmz. She is a founding member of SE and she’s a regular commenter and frequent guest here. Moreover, she’s a kind and generous person, quick with a laugh or helpful comment. Harmony writes in so many genres, so if you’re not familiar with her work, you’re missing out. She has something for everyone, ranging from paranormal thrillers like The Glade to nonfiction zen musings like Jewel in the Mud, and you can find them all on her site.

I hope you look through her full body of work when visit, and if you haven’t already, click that follow button when you get there. You’ll find it down in the corner if you read my guest post. I’m talking about a character named Chris Tian. And you can find out all about him by clicking here. Hope to see you there. Saluti!

Talking about Astral Conspiracy with Marcia Meara

Ciao, amici! So, I’m on the road again today, and I really hope you’ll join me.

I’m visiting Marcia Meara at her place, and we’re talking about one of my favorite characters of the Astral Conspiracy series.

If you’ve somehow missed Marcia on the world wide web, I’m delighted to be the one to introduce you to her. Her posts are always engaging. As are her published works. Her latest release is the last installment of a spinoff from another series. The Emissary 3: Love Hurts was an emotional end to the trilogy. And readers of her Wake-Robin Ridge series would be furious with me if I didn’t mention Rabbit. (I’d be just as angry with myself.)

I really hope you follow me there today, then take the time to hit that “follow” button (if you haven’t already). Looking forward to seeing you there. Saluti!

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