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Hidden treasures…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Last week recap: Cecilia knocked down the guitars in the walk-in closet and was putting them back in order when she realized a floorboard had come loose. She could see something hidden beneath it.

Now for the snippet.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She slipped out her phone from her pocket of her jeans and used the flashlight to see what had been secreted away beneath the floorboards before she stuck her hand down there to retrieve it. Creepy crawly things could be lurking beneath there for all she knew. However, a second later all thoughts of spiders and other creatures had slipped her mind once she could identify the object as a book. Her fingers curled around the binding and snatched it from its hiding place.

She sat down crossed legged and brushed the dusty film away from the front cover before she flipped through the pages to glance at the contents, which appeared to be handwritten in blue ink. She was about to flip through it again at a slower pace when a photograph fell out from its confines and landed face down beside her knee. She reached for it and turned it over. A chubby-cheeked and all eyes toddler stared back at her and it took her a second more to realize she stared at a photograph of herself. She was probably about two years old here. Her gaze riveted to the book again.

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Could this be her father's journal? What do you think?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Something new, something old, something hidden…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Cecilia cleaned up the study her bereaved mother left in shambles. Her mother had been watching old films of her rock-star father who died 23 years ago. She stacked the films away in canisters, intent on putting them away in the walk-in closet but something else caught her eye. Now for the snippet.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Five guitars were situated on the floor of the closet, upright and leaning against the wall for support. On impulse, she reached for the candy-apple-red electric guitar with a skull painted on the base.

She could play the piano, but she never mastered the guitar, which now she regretted since Billy Pitts – who played the electric guitar for the Silent Plaids and was one of the best of the best – had offered to teach her, but she rebelled against the idea since it was her father's instrument of choice. It was a stupid rebellion against him for dying and leaving her as if he had a choice, but she had a stubborn streak and it plagued her more times than not; just another trait she inherited from her father or so her mother told her on many occasions.

Her fingers lightly caressed the skull painted white and black before she returned the instrument to it resting place, but it tilted and before she could right it once more, it fell against the guitar standing next to it, then the next went and the next as if the instruments were imitating the domino effect for her benefit. She cringed and hoped she hadn't caused any damage for her carelessness. She sat down on her knees to pick up the instruments and place them back in order. As she reached to place the last one down, her gaze caught sight of the floorboard in the corner sitting askew. It must have been why the guitar had fallen to the side when she'd put it down.

She reached for board and picked it up, intending set it straight, but her gaze landed on something hidden beneath the plank.

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Hmm...I wonder what she found.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

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Can’t escape your past…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. We're jumping ahead a few paragraphs.

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"Come here, darlin'," she heard her father say in a gentle tone, making her pause, making her wonder who he was talking to in that sweet voice despite the deep timber of it, but at the same time, she did know. Then the blonde haired toddler, clothed in pink and yellow flower pajamas, waddled into view with her hands outstretched toward him. It was her younger self, wanting her father to hold her. He put down the microphone he'd been gripping on top of the road box–the same one that sat next to the desk in the present–and sank down on his haunches. As he gathered her into his arms and stood, his face lit up and she'd be hard pressed not to see how much he loved her.

"Give your daddy a kiss goodnight, CeeCee," she heard a woman's voice say, but she stood just out of the screen's shot, but she knew it to be her mother's voice. Cecilia had long outgrown the nickname, CeeCee–dubbed by her father–and no one called her by that name anymore.

Her younger self gave her father a slobbery kiss with a big noisy sound to go with it. Her father chuckled and kissed her cheek with the same over exaggerated sound to go with the kiss. "Love you, sweet thing," he told her younger self.

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Nothing like memories coming back to haunt you. lol

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday

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Camera rolling, slate, action…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. We're jumping ahead a few paragraphs.

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She left the full bag beside the couch and strode over to the projector intent on rewinding the reel so she could put it away. Her father had a real passion for film, despite the fact it wasn't all that popular in the 90s when video tape recorders were all the rage. Of course, her father owned a camcorder as well and those videotapes were stored in the library upstairs. His bandmates told her a few stories about her father's dream to be a film director. He used to drive them batty as he followed them around and recorded their every move.

She spotted an empty tin on the edge of the desk and there were other tins stacked on the desk too. It appeared her mother had worked through quite a few reels before ending up with the one loaded on the projector. She reached for reel but as her fingers touched it, the projector turned on with a blast of air that sounded similar to hairdryer and the tick-tick-tick of the film reel added to the machine's antiquated music. Her brows drew together as she stared at the faulty machine in surprise. She reached for the switch to turn it off, but a child's giggle drew her attention and she glanced at the wall where the past had come alive in muted colors and grainy lines.
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Can you guess who is the child starring in the home film?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

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Make-believe or not?… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative punctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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She glanced around the room that had been untouched by time, a shrine of sorts to her father. His books, his couch, his stereo system that probably been state of the art back when, and heck, his last scribbled notes were still on the desk. She'd been fascinated with the room when she was a kid, most likely because it was considered taboo to go inside.

Her mother's words haunted her. You would say: Daddy's playing his guitar and singing to me.

Had her three-year-old self truly been communicating with her father's spirit? Some believed children were more in tune with the afterlife. She recalled some of her visits home from boarding school–when make-believe was still a big part of her life. She would pretend that her father hadn't died and he was in his study working on his next big hit. She would press her ear against the large wood door and she'd swear sometimes she could hear him in there.

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Now she's starting to remember. Make-believe or not?

Loved to hear your feedback. 🙂

Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.

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Participating Authors are listed at these sites:

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Spawn of the Nordic God… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 4  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia finds her mother at home sitting in the study, a shrine of sorts to her father who died 23 years ago.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Her mother gripped a bottle of whiskey in her hand as if it were a lifeline to the here and now. Her mother was only forty-six, looked older without her stage makeup, but she still kept her figure, most likely because she'd forgotten to eat half the time she was on tour. She may be mom to her, but the world knew her as Phoebe Keddie of the Feral Hearts with golden blonde hair, gray eyes, and a curvy firm body that knew how to move in a way that hypnotized and fascinated the audience into dreaming of sex on the long summer nights–or so the reporters liked to say about her. Wonder what they say if they saw her tonight.

The clicking hum of the projector playing behind her mother drew her interest, and she took a few steps into the room to glance at the white wall where her mother's gaze seemed to be fixated and then she realized why there was such a fascination. Her father had recorded all of the band's rehearsals, and apparently, they still had the old reels stored somewhere since one of the rehearsals was being projected on the wall.

She never really knew her father, Lars Gunner, frontman for the Silent Plaids, since he died when she was three years old, but she'd seen plenty photos since the media liked to keep his image alive with videos of his performances and his photographs plastered on the Internet. Lars could almost be called pretty with his Nordic good looks and wide blue eyes, but his five o'clock shadow and longish blonde locks gave him the edge he needed for his rock star image. She was blessed or cursed, depending if they'd ask her, with looking like him–long straight blonde hair, wide blue eyes...yep, she could not deny she was the spawn of the late Nordic god whose songs had rocked the world in the early 90s.

Truthfully, she never cared for the Silent Plaids' music, and if she were to listen to the oldies but goodies, she went for a Civilized Heathens' CD because let's face it, Bellamy Lovel was a babe back then and his curly dark hair was to die for, but most of all his voice and the way he moved was every woman's rock star dream.

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Loved to hear your feedback. 🙂 Those of you who followed snippets of Two Worlds Collided, my recognize the rock star Cecilia admired. 🙂

Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

TWO WORLDS COLLIDED has been nominated at Preditors and Editors for Best Sci-fi Novel. Sure would love your vote: http://critters.org/predpoll/novelsf.shtml. Sure would appreciate your vote.

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Mother of the year, she is not… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/mystery romance.

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 3  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia has been trying to reach her mother. She heads over to her mother's house to check on her.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She reached for the light switch and instantly chased the shadows away. "Mom?" she called and her voice echoed off the walls, making the house feel empty and lonely as usual.

She placed her purse and keys on the Mahogany table at the entrance and headed toward the stairs, her boots clicking on the black and white tiled floor as she went. At the foot of the long winding staircase, where she could see the dark landing at the top from where she stood, but she changed directions when she realized where her mother would be. As she neared the study that stood at the end of hall, and right across from the kitchen, she recognized the low and raspy voice belting out the lyrics to the edgy rock and roll ballad.

The door stood ajar, which surprised her since her mother kept the study, a shrine to her father, locked at all times whether she was inside or not. Cecilia usually had to pound on the door to rouse her mother from a drunken state to answer it. Her gaze shifted and she found the reason for the change of habit this year; the doorknob was broken, and the weapon of choice a hammer, which lay on the floor imitating a door jam. Her mother must have lost the key and had to improvise.

Cecilia entered as far as the threshold and spotted her mother slouched on the leather couch wearing a pink nightie that barely covered her to make it decent attire and her golden blonde hair appeared unwashed in its disarray of a half-hazard bun of sorts.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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It’s going to be a long night… End of the Road #8sunday #snippetsunday

Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/mystery romance.

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 2

Jumping ahead a few paragraphs. Cecilia has been trying to reach her mother, who is a rock star, a bit messed up, and not answering her phone.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She glanced at her phone again and cursed as she grabbed her car keys and headed outside of her apartment and to her dark green BMW parked in the assigned parking spot. Once her car purred to life, she headed out to the highway. It was only eight o'clock but she had a hunch it was going to be a long night.

It had been three days since she heard from her mother who at least would text her with 'Thinking of you, babe' if she couldn't pick up and have a decent conversation. Her mother's annual drunken binge was her way of remembering the good old days with dear-ole-dad, which was such a laugh. The night her father died, he told her mother he was going to divorce her. It's why the crazy conspiracy theorist kept on insisting her mother had something to do with her father's death.

If one more reporter hunted her down and ask her if she knew if her mother was responsible, she might have to prove to the world she was indeed her father's daughter and deck someone.

When she arrived at the house, where she only lived until she was old enough to go off to boarding school, she parked in the driveway void of any cars, but it didn't mean her mother wasn't at home. Her mother usually called a limo if she wanted to go out and hadn't owned a vehicle in years.

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Black Friday #TreatYourself w/ @BookCelebration book extravaganza on #BlackFriday weekend. #mystery #romance #fantasy


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Today, I am one of several authors joining together for the Black Friday -- Treat Yourself -- book extravaganza.
The motto this year is #TreatYourself. There are many different authors from several different genres -- romance, mystery, fantasy. Discover something new.
Head on over to Celebrate with a Book at http://celebratewithabook.com/treat-yourself-1/!

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Snippet Sunday: Confusion Proves Catchy…The Gryphon and His Thief @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday #SPeekSunday

Snippet Sunday Sit back RelaxWelcome to Snippet Sunday. I thought I'd change it up a little this week. I have a new release! So this is a snippet from The Gryphon and His Thief.

If you missed the last weeks snippet from The Gryphon & His Thief, here's the link. Chapter 3 #1 :)

Set up: We're jumping a few paragraphs from last week. Calli awakes to find Darrien in her room and she demands to know who he is and why he's in her room. Darrien believes Calli is his wife reincarnated and he has another chance to keep her safe. Only he's confused why she doesn't recognize him.

*The excerpt was modified to fit the 8 sentence limit. There are a few long sentences. :)

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"Callista, we must talk," he said. "I am not sure—"

"Who's Callista?" she questioned, interrupting him before he took this further.

"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked. She could see a battle going on inside of him as if he couldn't comprehend why she didn't know him.

Yeah, confusion seemed to be catchy tonight. "For your information, crazier-than-the-mad-hatter-on-a-good-day, my name is Calli. So you have the wrong girl if you think I'm this Callista chick."

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Wrong girl? Darrien doesn't believe so. How will he convince her when she thinks he's a nutter?  :)

**If you have a chance, I would sure love your vote!! The Gryphon and His Thief is up for Best Young Adult/New Adult novel at P&E!  http://critters.org/predpoll/novelyoungadult.shtml

I hope you enjoyed the sneak peek at The Gryphon and His Thief. Love to read your comments and know what you thought about the snippet. Thanks for stopping by!

Next week look for another snippet from my Paranormal Mystery tale, The Gryphon and His Thief.

If you're interested in knowing more about The Gryphon and His Thief, here's a blurb:

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Ebook: Amazon / Amazon UK / ARe / OmniLit / iBook / Nook

In Print: Amazon  / Amazon UK / Barnes and Noble /Createspace

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Some Treasures are Priceless…

A long time ago, a Gryphon shifter’s duty was to guard and protect the people of the tribes, but Darrien Andros failed to keep his human wife safe from harm. Cursed for the crime, he must guard everything in the Museum of Cursed Antiquities forever, never to truly live and never to die. Centuries have passed, but when he encounters a thief, who uncannily resembles his dead wife, he is convinced he has a second chance.

Calli Angelis is hired to steal Hecate's Stone from the Museum, believing she would be returning it to its rightful owner. She never really trusted the person who hired her and now Darrien makes her doubt her motives, too. He also has her questioning the possibility of reincarnation when the attraction between them ignites into something she can no longer ignore.

As the two work together to unravel the mysteries behind the stone, it becomes apparent an old and dangerous enemy from Darrien’s past is determined to have history repeat itself.

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