Regan Black at My Place

On this sunny - if a little hazy - spring Sunday, I welcome fabulous romance author Regan Black. Her Shadows of Justice series, set in the future, is an intriguing read. The future certainly provides plenty of scope for imagination!

As I'm off to clean the garden furniture, I hand My Place over to Regan.


Cathie, it's a pleasure to be your guest today. This is a terrific blog feature and I'm excited to share 'my place' with your readers. As an author, I focus primarily on crafting action-packed paranormal romance and urban fantasy novels. The Shadows of Justice series (Justice Incarnate, Invasion of Justice, Veil of Justice, Tracking Shadows and Shadows to Light) has a cast of characters that keeps me on my toes with psychic abilities, reincarnation, smugglers, assassins, and some seriously dark villains too.

Joining the St Paddy's Day Blog Hop!

Irish Blog Hop!

Celebrating the Luck o' the Irish as part of Romance at Random's fabulous giveaway marking St Patrick's Day! There's a wonderful array of authors and bloggers taking part.

Romance at Random are giving away three $20 gift vouchers for Barnes & Noble. To enter, go to:
http://www.romanceatrandom.com/luck-o-the-irish-giveaway-hop-march-17th-thru-31st/
Plus discover exciting freebies on other authors' blogs (links below)!

Historical Romance or Historical Romantic Fiction?

Is there a difference? Well, yes.

Lately, I've been pondering about the types of books I write. I keep saying that my novels don't fit into a specific box - but publishers (and reviewers) love those boxes!

So, how do I ensure my books find the 'right' readers? Or should that be the other way round? ;-)

First of all, how do you approach historical romance as opposed to a romantic adventure? The big difference is the love story. Romance focuses predominantly (naturally!) on the love story, the development of the main characters - in my books one male, one female - often classified as category (i.e., following a certain pattern). The historical setting, background, etc, are secondary. Still important to an extent, but they don't overshadow the love story, the internal and external conflict of the couple-to-be, with all its twists and turns. It might be used to throw obstacles in the characters' path, keeping them from each other until the end, but always linked to their own internal growth.

At My Place today - author Caroline Clemmons

I'm delighted to welcome back a fabulous romance writer - Caroline Clemmons! Like me, she has a penchant for rescue pets. My door's always open to other pet lovers. Her setting of Lubbock, Texas, sounds like a treasure trove for archaeological finds. Fabulous!


Caroline Clemmons writes mystery, romance, and adventures—although her earliest made up adventures featured her saving the West with Roy Rogers. Her career has included stay-at-home mom (her favorite job), newspaper reporter and featured columnist, assistant to the managing editor of a psychology journal, and bookkeeper. She and her husband live in rural North Central Texas with a menagerie of rescued pets. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with family, reading, travel, browsing antique malls and estate sales, and genealogy/family history. 

Welcome fantasy author Maggie Secara!

I'm delighted to host another fabulous author on her launch day. Today, it's California based writer Maggie Secara whose fantasy saga, The Dragon Ring, is released by Crooked Cat Publishing.


So, to learn more about Maggie, I've asked her some questions. 


As a writer, Maggie Secara loves to explore the heroic ideal, to find the mythical in the every day, and discover the places where the realms of Faerie intersect the mundane. As a historian, she calls herself a gossip who just can’t stand that someone might have done something 400 years ago without her knowing about it, who else was there, what they had for dinner, and what they were wearing at the time.

Join the Par-Tay with Mimi Barbour!

Today, I support again a wonderful writer taking part in a huge giveaway Par-Tay. Please help me get the word out for the talented Mimi Barbour whose paranormal romance, My Cheeky Angel, is out now. 

Wishing Mimi good luck! :-)


My Cheeky Angel 
(1st book in the Angels with Attitudes series)
Mimi Barbour
Blurb:
Annie is naïve and love-starved, she’ll soon to be celebrating her big 3-0. Something needs to be done! Celi, her ‘down-to-earth’ guardian angel appears to help kick-start Annie’s big change—her looks, her job, her whole life. By taking a managerial position with a sophisticated shoe manufacturer, Annie becomes embroiled with her new associates and hooked on the power of big business. Unfortunately, her exhaustion from overwork forces her to ignore old friends, and her lapse places someone she cares about in terrible danger. 
Tyler, a Social Worker and a woman-hater previously hurt in two relationships, only wants Annie in his life as a good buddy. Oh yeah! And to help with his mixed-up street kids. Perversely, once her life alters, he misses her like hell.  In one sweet night of loving everything changes. But, due to an overabundance of nightcaps, she doesn’t remember the night he can’t forget.


Excerpt:
  Every time he closed his eyes, a strange image of Annie in trouble took on such realistic tendencies it seemed surreal. Sick of his own company, Tyler decided a walk would do him a world of good, clear his head, and help to get his mind off his tomboy gone rogue. 
  Once the idea appeared, it became a fixation. No choice, no dragging his feet, he had to get out of his apartment. Either he needed hallucination treatments or a curt, gravelly female had taken up residence in his brain and urged him to hurry and get his butt moving. 
  The elevator, not ever on his floor, awaited him with the door open and no one else inside. He shivered. Strange and stranger! The ride down lasted only seconds. When it slowly opened, a nightmare unfolded. One look at his Annie clinging to her evening’s escort and his rage superseded common sense. Without thought, he ripped her from the scumbag’s groping fingers and shoved the conceited-looking, puffed-up character against the wall. All Tyler’s six feet two inches of anger intimidated. He watched the coward evaluate, then shrink back. 
  Within seconds the smooth prick spoke. “Anna had a bit too much to drink. I was seeing her safely home.”
  “Not a problem. I’ll take her up,” he growled. By this time, Tyler had a supportive arm around the wobbly woman. He looked down at her. “Say bye-bye to your date...Anna.” His spitting out her newly chosen name would have set worry bells ringing, if she’d been in her normal state of mind. Blitzed out of her head, she just jiggled her fingers and said, “Bye-bye, date.” 
  With everything happening so fast, Tyler knew Annie hadn’t had a chance to fully appreciate the change in her situation. One minute she was leaning drunkenly against the slimy character whose hands were all over her body, while her unfocused eyes gazed at him adoringly. The next minute, Tyler had taken over. 
  As the elevator doors closed, leaving Sergio shrugging off his disappointment, a fuming Tyler lifted Annie into his arms. 
  At ease, Annie wrapped her arms around him, snuggled her face into his neck, and then sighed. His familiar expensive cologne, one of her gifts that he regularly used, seemed to soothe her. “I love how you smell.” 
  His anger fled the moment he became aware that she sniffed at him like a small kitten. His legs almost buckled when he felt the tip of her tongue lick him, and then press a tiny kiss over the wet spot.
The groan started deep, frustration forcing it out, chasing away his righteous snit. At her door, he lowered her to her unsteady feet, but she refused to unwind her arms from around his neck. They clung, her body glued to his. 




Announcing 
Lucky Days Free Par-Tay
Discover over 40 amazing ebooks: Romances, Thrillers, Mysteries, Humor, Fantasies, and more!
All FREE at Amazon.com
Fantastic ebooks, many by award-winning and best-selling authors. 
There's a genre for every reader's taste.
Romance from sweet to HOT, suspense, paranormal, humorous, historical...we have an awesome range.
If Mysteries and Thrillers are your thing you can't go wrong. Police action, murderous mayhem, amateur sleuths and more.
You'll also find Horror, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Woman's Fiction.... A fantastic selection!
Got kids? We have books for elementary school age and teens alike.
Don't miss out! Soon these amazing ebooks will be back to their usual prices. Grab them while they're FREE! March 14th-18th.
Who says you can have too much of a good thing. You can never have too many great books. Load up your Kindle and tell your neighbors to do the same.
The FREE Par-Tay is a BLAST!
Some Examples of the Great Books Available:
You like Romance? Find them here.  
Don’t miss Mimi Barbour’s “My Cheeky Angel” or Virna DePaul’s “Chosen by Sin.” Rita Herron will make you smile with “Marry Me Maddie.” Stephanie Bond’s “I think I Love You” and Denise Domning’s “Almost Perfect” are perfect for the addicted romance reader. Debra Burroughs “Three Days in Seattle” and Nina Bruhns’s “The French Detective’s Woman” add a splash of mystery and suspense to their romance. 
Excited by Thrillers?  Ecstatic for Mysteries? Scared by Horror? Tweaked by Sci-Fi? You're in the right place!
Ron Kierkegaard’s “The God Particle” stretches the boundaries and Michael Shean’s “Shadow of a Dark Star” will open your eyes to new worlds. Michael Paneush’s “The Stein and Candle Detective Agency” is a fantastical take on mystery and fantasy abounds in Jack Albrecht’s “Osric’s Wand” and Vicki Keirie’s “Worlds Burn Through.”  
“Liquid Lies” By Lois Lavrisa dives into secrets, lies and murder, while Shannon Mayer will lead you through ten Horrifying stories in “Ingredients of a Caldron.” Nathan Yocum investigates a post-apocalyptic future in "The Zona" and Katherine Owen digs deep in a story of love and loss in "Seeing Julia."
And don't forget to sign up for our Newsletter. You'll automatically be entered to WIN $100 in Amazon Gift Cards.

Join the Par-Tay with Mimi Barbour!

Today and tomorrow, I host a wonderful writer taking part in a huge giveaway Par-Tay. Please help me get the word out for the talented Mimi Barbour whose paranormal romance, My Cheeky Angel, is out now. 

Wishing Mimi good luck! :-)


My Cheeky Angel 
(1st book in the Angels with Attitudes series)
Mimi Barbour
Blurb:
Annie is naïve and love-starved, she’ll soon to be celebrating her big 3-0. Something needs to be done! Celi, her ‘down-to-earth’ guardian angel appears to help kick-start Annie’s big change—her looks, her job, her whole life. By taking a managerial position with a sophisticated shoe manufacturer, Annie becomes embroiled with her new associates and hooked on the power of big business. Unfortunately, her exhaustion from overwork forces her to ignore old friends, and her lapse places someone she cares about in terrible danger. 
Tyler, a Social Worker and a woman-hater previously hurt in two relationships, only wants Annie in his life as a good buddy. Oh yeah! And to help with his mixed-up street kids. Perversely, once her life alters, he misses her like hell.  In one sweet night of loving everything changes. But, due to an overabundance of nightcaps, she doesn’t remember the night he can’t forget.


Excerpt:
  Every time he closed his eyes, a strange image of Annie in trouble took on such realistic tendencies it seemed surreal. Sick of his own company, Tyler decided a walk would do him a world of good, clear his head, and help to get his mind off his tomboy gone rogue. 
  Once the idea appeared, it became a fixation. No choice, no dragging his feet, he had to get out of his apartment. Either he needed hallucination treatments or a curt, gravelly female had taken up residence in his brain and urged him to hurry and get his butt moving. 
  The elevator, not ever on his floor, awaited him with the door open and no one else inside. He shivered. Strange and stranger! The ride down lasted only seconds. When it slowly opened, a nightmare unfolded. One look at his Annie clinging to her evening’s escort and his rage superseded common sense. Without thought, he ripped her from the scumbag’s groping fingers and shoved the conceited-looking, puffed-up character against the wall. All Tyler’s six feet two inches of anger intimidated. He watched the coward evaluate, then shrink back. 
  Within seconds the smooth prick spoke. “Anna had a bit too much to drink. I was seeing her safely home.”
  “Not a problem. I’ll take her up,” he growled. By this time, Tyler had a supportive arm around the wobbly woman. He looked down at her. “Say bye-bye to your date...Anna.” His spitting out her newly chosen name would have set worry bells ringing, if she’d been in her normal state of mind. Blitzed out of her head, she just jiggled her fingers and said, “Bye-bye, date.” 
  With everything happening so fast, Tyler knew Annie hadn’t had a chance to fully appreciate the change in her situation. One minute she was leaning drunkenly against the slimy character whose hands were all over her body, while her unfocused eyes gazed at him adoringly. The next minute, Tyler had taken over. 
  As the elevator doors closed, leaving Sergio shrugging off his disappointment, a fuming Tyler lifted Annie into his arms. 
  At ease, Annie wrapped her arms around him, snuggled her face into his neck, and then sighed. His familiar expensive cologne, one of her gifts that he regularly used, seemed to soothe her. “I love how you smell.” 
  His anger fled the moment he became aware that she sniffed at him like a small kitten. His legs almost buckled when he felt the tip of her tongue lick him, and then press a tiny kiss over the wet spot.
The groan started deep, frustration forcing it out, chasing away his righteous snit. At her door, he lowered her to her unsteady feet, but she refused to unwind her arms from around his neck. They clung, her body glued to his. 




Announcing 
Lucky Days Free Par-Tay
Discover over 40 amazing ebooks: Romances, Thrillers, Mysteries, Humor, Fantasies, and more!
All FREE at Amazon.com
Fantastic ebooks, many by award-winning and best-selling authors. 
There's a genre for every reader's taste.
Romance from sweet to HOT, suspense, paranormal, humorous, historical...we have an awesome range.
If Mysteries and Thrillers are your thing you can't go wrong. Police action, murderous mayhem, amateur sleuths and more.
You'll also find Horror, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Woman's Fiction.... A fantastic selection!
Got kids? We have books for elementary school age and teens alike.
Don't miss out! Soon these amazing ebooks will be back to their usual prices. Grab them while they're FREE! March 14th-18th.
Who says you can have too much of a good thing. You can never have too many great books. Load up your Kindle and tell your neighbors to do the same.
The FREE Par-Tay is a BLAST!
Some Examples of the Great Books Available:
You like Romance? Find them here.  
Don’t miss Mimi Barbour’s “My Cheeky Angel” or Virna DePaul’s “Chosen by Sin.” Rita Herron will make you smile with “Marry Me Maddie.” Stephanie Bond’s “I think I Love You” and Denise Domning’s “Almost Perfect” are perfect for the addicted romance reader. Debra Burroughs “Three Days in Seattle” and Nina Bruhns’s “The French Detective’s Woman” add a splash of mystery and suspense to their romance. 
Excited by Thrillers?  Ecstatic for Mysteries? Scared by Horror? Tweaked by Sci-Fi? You're in the right place!
Ron Kierkegaard’s “The God Particle” stretches the boundaries and Michael Shean’s “Shadow of a Dark Star” will open your eyes to new worlds. Michael Paneush’s “The Stein and Candle Detective Agency” is a fantastical take on mystery and fantasy abounds in Jack Albrecht’s “Osric’s Wand” and Vicki Keirie’s “Worlds Burn Through.”  
“Liquid Lies” By Lois Lavrisa dives into secrets, lies and murder, while Shannon Mayer will lead you through ten Horrifying stories in “Ingredients of a Caldron.” Nathan Yocum investigates a post-apocalyptic future in "The Zona" and Katherine Owen digs deep in a story of love and loss in "Seeing Julia."
And don't forget to sign up for our Newsletter. You'll automatically be entered to WIN $100 in Amazon Gift Cards.

At My Place - Author Doris Lemcke

On a windy, overcast Sunday, I welcome talented author Doris Lemcke who tells us not just about one, but two fabulous releases, Passion's Spirit and Passion's Secret.

Handing over to Doris...


The Passion’s Legacy Series is the realization of dream that began a loooong time ago, after I became hooked on historical fiction back in the 4th grade. There was, of course, “Gone with the Wind”, that made me wild about romance and the War of the Rebellion. And through John Jakes’ Bi-Centennial series, “The Americans”, I fell in love with the Family Saga. From authors too numerous to name, I have followed the loves and lives of many a beloved family through generations, and even centuries. My heartfelt thanks to Kathleen Woodiwiss, Jude Devereaux, and Belva Plain! 
I devoured their fabulous books until I finally told myself, “I can do that.” Of course I couldn’t do that…at first. So I set about learning, and achieved my dream of publication in 1993. It was a dream that faded too quickly when Kensington cancelled the line and I became an orphan in the publishing industry. But the Langesford family wasn’t finished with me. Not even Georgia’s founding family can keep their secrets hidden forever. Those brave and passionate characters, who risked everything for love, demanded their stories to be told, baring their secrets, their sins—and their hearts to the world: 
Flora, the beloved quadroon servant from New Orleans whose secret enslaves her; Camilla who pays dearly for deserting the faded dream that was “The South”; Sean, whose untamed spirit yearns for the freedom of the West; Lily, the musical prodigy who dreams of being the next Lily Langtry—but must help free a nation first. Through war, betrayal, love and loss, this brave and passionate family leads us through the physical and cultural expansion of our great country, into a new century.


My Place:

Since time travel hasn’t been invented yet (or has it?) I take my inspiration from old diaries, letters, and period fiction. A particularly valuable treasure trove was an old trunk my grandfather bought at a railroad unclaimed freight sale (and stored for a generation in the rafters of our garage).  Among those books, Seven and Nine Years Among the Comanche and Apache, written in 1837, yielded inspiration and authenticity for both Passion’s Secret, set in 1866, and Passion’s Spirit in 1892.    
I feel that the location/setting is both a character itself and a part of each character in any story. It’s the world that makes it a story, the place where they’re tested and refined, where they change from characters into people. People we don’t want to forget. In order to do that, I love to take my characters’ WAY out of their comfort zones. I use the setting as a vehicle that drives them on a journey to places that will heighten their passion for life (and each other), and strengthen their souls. Places like:
Georgia, with moss-weeping oaks, pink sunrises, warm breezes and the song of life humming in the moist summer air; where the land served man and the slave master’s whip kept the world level—until a war turned it upside down.  
New Orleans, where the French Creoles kept their secrets behind elaborately hand-wrought iron gates, their mistresses walked the same streets as their wives, and where French, Spanish, and African blood mixed as naturally as wine and music.  
New Mexico – Sacred resting place to an ancient people, now scarred and ravaged by war, greed and violence.  
Cuba – A pawn in the game of world politics, echo of the American fight for liberty, and the gateway for America’s entry into world affairs.  
I strive to create the right mix of characters and setting to weave a story that, like a great meal, leaves the reader satisfied—and wanting more. 

Blurbs:

Passion’s Spirit 
Untamed Hearts, Worlds Apart - 1892 Santa Fe, New Mexico
Raised by Santa Fe missionaries, half-Apache orphan Elena Santiago has vowed to avenge their murders the Apache way. But first, she must masquerade as a white woman to deliver a dangerous message across the country, into the land of her enemies. And more dangerous than the warning she carries, is her heart’s response to the untamed spirit behind Sean O'Grady's smoky grey eyes in a body that reminds her more of an Apache warrior than a soft, white “gentleman”.

Sean O’Grady has always dreamed of exploring the Wild West, but at 25, he’s put aside his dreams to run his family’s Georgia plantation and wed his neighbor. When Elena arrives looking and speaking more like a Spanish lady than an Indian mission girl, he wonders if she's really who she say she is. Is she a virgin or a vixen? The question taunts him as he struggles with feelings he’s never felt for a woman before. Feelings that could get them both killed. 


Passion's Secret
Release Date: 04.20.2012
The Wild Rose Press
Haunted by the sins of their fathers, searching for the treasure of a lifetime
1866 Georgia
She’d never give in…Camilla Langesford has no intention of letting her ailing father’s new Yankee partner steal their plantation. But Patrick O’Grady isn’t like other carpetbaggers. His pewter-gray eyes speak of a dangerous past. And his soul-searing kisses melt her frozen heart—until a deadly secret shatters them both. 
He’d never give up…Langesford Plantation is the former Pinkerton agent’s last chance to solve a mystery that’s haunted him for four years. But he didn’t plan on the chestnut-haired virgin with smoldering, green eyes and a fiery temper, who dogs his every step. And after a secret tryst in a hot-spring grotto, he discovers a treasure worth more than a cache of gold bars—until one night changes everything. 



Excerpts:

Passion's Spirit

When Sean pulled away, Elena looked into his eyes wondering, is this what love feels like, or is it only lust? She decided that nothing as beautiful as the moment they’d just shared could be evil. But it could never be love, either. She had felt his passion press against her and ached for him to fill her. Now she was grateful that he hadn’t. They were from different worlds that still warred against with each other. He could never survive in her world and she refused to live in his. 
As if he read her thoughts, he leaned into her, whispering so close to her ear that it could have been a kiss, "Why can’t you be Mary Louise? And I the Apache brave who will eventually claim you?” Then he turned to stare at the stream that patiently followed the course nature had carved out for it. 
The question echoed in Elena's mind. For a moment, his heart had beat to the rhythm of hers. The curves of her body had melted into the angles of his as they breathed the same breath and tasted each other’s souls. For a moment, they had truly been one body and one soul. 
Now separated, the chilly breeze that stirred the pine needles at their feet told her that when she was with him, even angry, she was whole. And though he changed his moods faster than the mountain gods and was promised to marry a weak and silly white woman, part of her would always belong to this loco Gringo. 
She also turned her gaze toward the river. "We can only be who we are."

Passion's Secret – April 2012

Patrick talked to her from the other end of the pool as he bathed, his deep voice young and carefree. “I've heard of hot spring pools, but never thought I’d enjoy one in private with a beautiful woman washing my clothes,” he chuckled. 
“Just your shirt, Mr. O’Grady, and this is an emergency situation.” But Camilla couldn't forget the sight of his bare chest, the corded muscles defining his strong arms, or his soft voice when he’d called her beautiful. Suddenly, she ached to reach out to something, or someone. 
But certainly not a Yankee! She shouldn’t have brought him to her secret haven where she could lay on the fresh grass and dream of far away places. Now, the position of the sun told her it was well past luncheon. 
“You better hurry,” she called. “Or we'll be late and my honor will be severely compromised.” 
“We wouldn't want to do that, would we Camilla?” warmed her ear, and her neck tingled from the caress of his breath. She turned to meet his smoldering gray gaze and wide smile. A heartbeat later, she was in his arms, her palms resting against the still-damp, curling hairs on his chest. 
Her heartbeat quickened at the feel of his warm, moist skin against her fingers, his strong thighs pressing against hers through the thin, cotton dress. And when he kissed her, his lips suckled hers, top lip first, then the bottom, while his tongue tickled them into a smile. 
She knew she should stop him, but the heat that spread though her body wouldn’t be denied. She’d never felt anything so...right. With her eyes closed, the curves of her body molding against the sharp angles of his, her hands slid up the rugged landscape of his chest and her arms wrapped around his broad, sinewy shoulders. Then her lips parted to taste him.


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Pseudonym Peril - by Frances di Plino (aka Lorraine Mace)

Today, I welcome a fabulous new name on the thriller novel circuit - Frances di Plino. She talks about leading a double life. Ooh, must be exciting!

Over to you, Frances (or is it Lorraine?)...

Long before the Crooked Cat Publishing accepted Bad Moon Rising I had already decided to use a pen name. As Lorraine Mace I have a good author platform, so why would I make life difficult for myself by using a different name? One of my Writers Bureau students was so confused by this that he took the time to write and ask: “Why did you choose a pseudonym for Bad Moon Rising? You are a well-known writer and have a strong brand.”

I’ve never thought of myself in terms of a brand, but in a way he’s right. I have a regular column in Writing Magazine, am a judge for the monthly short story competition in Writers’ Forum, write features and short stories for a variety of national magazines, as well as running Flash 500 - an international writing competition, all under my own name, whereas Frances di Plino (who?) isn’t yet known by anyone outside of a few close friends.

The reason for going down the pen name route was a simple one: I write novels for children which I hope one day to find a home for. The last thing I would want is for a young fan sometime in the future to pick up Bad Moon Rising, or the next in the series, thinking it was a children’s book. As Patrick Forsyth said in a review for The Woman Writer: For this police thriller Lorraine Mace writes under a pseudonym and the opening page makes it clear why she might want to differentiate this from her other writing; it is gritty stuff. 

I’ve since discovered that getting Frances di Plino known using the Lorraine Mace platform isn’t easy, but it is possible. I started by writing a humour piece for my Writing Magazine column explaining how I came to choose the pen name. My regular readers now know not only that I have a novel out (yay!), but also that I’m using a pseudonym. I also arranged to do an interview for the Writers Bureau students’ newsletter. In answering one of the questions I managed to drop in information about the novel launch (9 March) and, of course, let them know about my nom de plume.

What my student hadn’t realised, when he expressed concern over my decision, is that he was actually providing me with proof my plan is working. He’d seen the article and interview and demonstrated that even the name of the novel had stuck in his mind. Exactly what I was hoping for.

In many ways using a pen name has made marketing harder, but in others it’s given me an opportunity to guest post on blogs such as this one and let the world know about my debut novel. So, I suppose at this point it would be a good idea to tell you what Bad Moon Rising is about.


Blurb:
Bad Moon Rising is a dark psychological thriller.
Brought up believing sex with the living is the devil’s work, a killer only finds release once he has saved his victims’ souls. Abiding by his vision, he marks them as his. A gift to guide his chosen ones on the rightful path to redemption.
Detective Inspector Paolo Storey is out to stop him, but Paolo has problems of his own. Hunting down the killer as the death toll rises, the lines soon blur between Paolo’s personal and professional lives.

Is it any good? Reviewers seem to think so.
Jo Reed said: I finished ‘Bad Moon Rising’ feeling as though I had just eaten a good meal – satisfied, and just a little guilty. The guilt came, in part, from the degree of empathy the author had managed to invoke for the killer. (Full review: http://joreed.co.uk/blog/?p=60)  

And from Judging Covers Book Reviews: “... the best of Cracker and Prime Suspect stuffed together to make a truly thrilling novel.” (Full review: http://judgingcovers.co.uk/reviews/bad-moon-rising

So, if you’re thinking about using a pseudonym, don’t let the thought of marketing the new name put you off. Embrace the challenge – you never know, one day your pen name might be more famous than your own. At least, that’s what I’m hoping will happen in my case.

Bio:
Just in case you hadn’t realised by now, Frances di Plino is the pseudonym of columnist, editor, non-fiction author and writing tutor, Lorraine Mace. Writing as Frances di Plino gives her the opportunity to allow the dark side of her personality to surface and take control.

Bad Moon Rising is now available in electronic formats on Amazon UK, Amazon US and Smashwords 

My Place - in Yorkshire with David W Robinson

This first Sunday in March sees not only winter returned after weeks of mild temperatures, but we also discover a new holiday destination (for a slightly warmer season): Filey in Yorkshire, England.

The seaside town of Filey is the location for author David W Robinson's cosy English murder mystery, The Filey Connection, now available from Amazon & Smashwords.

Let's head over to the seaside with David...


My name is David Robinson, and I’m the author of the Sanford 3rd Age Club Mysteries. I have a long and varied track record as a writer, turning out everything from short works of non-fiction to hardline psychological thrillers, sci-fi and horror, and all of them have an element of mystery
The Sanford 3rd Age Club Mysteries were a departure for me. I’ve never written traditional British cosy crimes before, but I’m a great aficionado of the whodunit. From Sherlock Holmes to Poirot and Miss Marple, I love a good mystery, and from a writer’s point of view, I enjoy the intellectual challenge of creating a complex yet airtight plot.
I’ve travelled extensively throughout the UK and wanted to draw upon that experience, so I needed an amateur detective who lived a life where lot of travel was possible. Who better than a 3rd ager. With no family ties, but others to take over the running of his business, Joe Murray and his mob of 3rd age rockers would be free to travel the country as they pleased, and if I gave Joe a home and business in the industrial heartland of West Yorkshire, it was for no other reason than I came from that same area.
Light-hearted in tone, there is no graphic sex, violence or bad language in the Sanford 3rd Age Club Mysteries, and despite the umbrella title, they are designed to tax the deductive skills of anyone of any age. 



My Place: 
Filey is the location for the first title in the series and it was chosen with great care.

Unlike so many of my novels where the area is unnamed or fictitious, Filey is a real English seaside town, nestling in its own bay on the Yorkshire coast, 7 miles south of Scarborough, 10 miles north of Bridlington.
It has a fine, sandy beach, and at the northern end, the waters are safe for swimming and splashing in the sea. On the northern boundary is the greed/red cliff known as Carr Naze. It drops off quickly, several hundred yards out to sea, and becomes a flat spar over which the waters can often be seen breaking. Filey Brigg.


You can walk out on the Brigg at low tide, and take the views or study the sea life which gathers in the rock pools. A word of caution, however. It can be slippery and treacherous underfoot, so you need sensible walking shoes.
The Brigg acts as a natural breakwater which keeps the more vengeful power of the North Sea at bay, and there are times, on a still, summer’s day when the waters beneath Carr Naze are almost mirror-calm.
Although the Beachside Hotel as mention in The Filey Connection, is fictitious, many of the locations are real. The Three Tuns on Murray Street, for example, and the delightfully tended gardens around the bus station.

Coble Landing is another such real location. Filey does not rely solely upon tourism for its economy. There is a small, but busy fishing industry, and at any time of year, you can visit Coble Landing, enjoy a cup of tea and a toasted teacake and watch the tractors pulling the tiny fishing cobles from the sea as described in the novel.
Billy Butlin, surely one of Britain shrewdest entrepreneurs, sited one of his holiday camps at Hunmanby, about two miles south of Filey. It was so large, so popular that the camp eventually had its own railway station, and for many years it appeared on UK maps as “Holiday Camp.” I met my present wife while working on that camp in 1978 (no, I was not a Redcoat, but a driver).
Filey is traditionally seen as an “old folks’” resort, but that’s unfair. Surrounded by caravan parks, it’s just as popular with younger people; especially families. Walk down the steep hill from the town to the promenade and you will see children playing on the safe sands or enjoying rides on the fairground near Coble Landing, seniors ambling along the smart sea front, and teenagers doing what teenagers do best: showing off in the shallows, or arranging impromptu games of football and cricket on the beach. Come back into the town and you will find the usual array of souvenir shops, cafes, pubs and bars as you’ll find in any of the larger resorts. The town is within easy travelling distance of Scarborough, Whitby, Bridlington and the Special Conservation Area of Flamborough Head. It’s only a little further to towns like Driffield and Beverley and cities such as York or Hull.
So if you get the chance, take a day out in Filey. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed. 

Blurb:
After Nicola Leach is killed a hit and run accident, and Sanford 3rd Age Club member Eddie Dobson drowns in the sea off Filey Brigg, amateur sleuth Joe Murray persuades his companions, Sheila Riley and Brenda Jump that the two events are connected. 
If Eddie was such a skilled angler, why did he only take half the equipment he needed for a day’s fishing on the Brigg? What secrets lurk beneath pleasant ambience of the Beachside Hotel, and why does the landlady take such a shine to Joe? Why are the Irwin brothers so belligerent, and who stood to gain what from the two deaths? A drunken accident or murder? Suicide or a second murder? Joe needs answers to many questions and as his two companions know, he will not stop until he gets them.
A traditional, British mystery clothed in a hot summer’s weekend at a traditional British seaside resort, The Filey Connection: A Sanford 3rd Age Club Mystery.

Excerpt:
In the extract that follows, Joe, Sheila and Brenda are making their way out to Filey Brigg. Joe has just had an argument with Ivan Irwin, which ended when Ivan threatened him.
  “What do you make of all that?” Joe asked.
  “That fisherman?” Sheila asked. “A nasty piece of work. That’s why I told you to come away. There are times, Joe, when I think you deserve a good smack on the legs, but I wouldn’t want to see you end up in hospital after getting into a fight with a man like that.”
  Another tractor was out in the shallows, the driver hooking his chain to an incoming coble, while the fisherman stacked his catch in ice boxes in the prow.
  “And you were asking for it, Joe,” Brenda said as the aged vehicle slowly hauled the boat from the water and across the sands. “Accusing him of running Nicola down, like that.”
  “I didn’t actually accuse him,” Joe said as the tractor laboured up the ramp.
  “As good as,” Sheila countered. “We’re eighty miles from Sanford. What on earth makes you think he would have been there on Tuesday night?”
  “He annoyed me,” Joe declared. “Now are we gonna get a move on?”
  They set off once more for the most northerly point of the beach and the landward end of Carr Naze.
  From there, a rough path led along the base of the cliff until they reached the spur of rocks thrusting out into the sea.
  “Interesting legend behind the Brigg,” said Sheila taking Joe’s hand as she stepped between the treacherous rocks and intermittent pools of water. “They say that the Devil dropped his hammer into the sea while he was making the ridge,” she gestured up at the towering cliff. “Then he dipped his hand into the sea to get the hammer back, and when he pulled his hand out, he found he’d picked up a fish instead and shouted, ‘Ha, Dick’, and that’s how the Haddock got its name.”
  Helping Brenda across a difficult patch of rock, Joe tutted. “Where do you get this twaddle?”
  “It’s legend, Joe,” Sheila insisted. “Myth. Fireside stories from the days before TV, radio and newspapers.”
  Joe was not convinced. “Well, if you ask me, it was an insurance fiddle. The Devil claiming for a lost hammer that was hidden in the back of his van.”
  Both women laughed.
  From the far end of the Brigg, where Constable Flowers and a couple of colleagues were stationed, keeping back sightseers, they had a fine view of Gristhorpe Sands, Cayton Bay and, seven miles to the north, Scarborough with its harbour and prominent lighthouse. To the south, they could now see the cliffs at the furthest point of Flamborough Head, and looking back the way they had come, Filey sat slightly north of centre of the fine, sandy bay. 
  A number of anglers were still fishing on the south, Filey side of the Brigg, but Joe noticed instantly that there were none on the north side; not just in the area where Eddie had gone into the sea and where the police now kept people back, but all along the length of the spur, there were no anglers.
  “Better catches on the other side, sir,” Flowers explained when Joe asked. “You can fish this side, but the waters are fast and your chances of a bite are a lot slimmer. Usually only really skilled anglers fish this side. On the south side, you’re inside the breakwater formed by the Brigg, and the fish come there to feed.” He waved at the north side in general. “But to be honest, we have divers down there, and we don’t want anglers snagging them.”
  “Sounds like another fireside tale for the kids before radio,” muttered Joe logging the information in his agile brain.
  “Sir?”
  “Nothing. It’s just that a lot of things don’t add up, Constable, and I think you’re possibly dealing with a suicide.”
  Busy wiping mossy weed from his boots, Flowers looked sharply up at Joe. “What makes you say that?”
  Patiently, Joe explained his findings and conclusions. Flowers listened with equal patience, occasionally asking questions to clarify one point or another, and when Joe had finished, he ruminated on the matter for a few moments.
  Eventually, he said, “I can see where you’re coming from, sir, but it’s largely circumstantial. I’d need more concrete evidence than that before confirming suicide. But I will make a note of it all in my report. The CID bods can make their minds up whether they want to investigate further.”
  “I tried asking around at Irwin’s tackle shop in the town, but he gave me the bum’s rush.”
  Flowers laughed. “Ivan or Jonny?”
  “Jonny. We met Ivan at Coble Landing, and he was none too pleasant, either.”
  Flowers smiled again. “This is a close-knit community, Mr Murray, and people like the Irwins are very protective of it. It’s bluster, most of it, but they can be serious trouble if you’re not careful.”
  “Well, anyway,” Joe concluded, “We thought you ought to know all this.”
  Flowers was eager to encourage him. “No, sir, that’s all right. Despite what most people think, the police are always glad of the public’s help, no matter how trivial things may seem.”
  The head of a police diver appeared in the water, close to the edge of the rocks. He held up his arm clutching a wet and bedraggled coat.
  “Mike,” shouted one of the officers on the rocks. “We’ve got something.”
  “Excuse me, sir,” said Flowers, and hurried off across the slippery surface to join his colleagues.
  Joe and his two companions watched as the garment was passed onto land, its pockets searched, a wallet removed and that too searched, before the coat, wallet and its contents were carefully placed in separate, seal-easy evidence bags.
  A grim-faced Flowers approached them. “I wonder if any of you could identify this.”
  They looked it over, a wax cotton coat in dark green with a twill lining.
  “Like I said earlier, I never saw him this morning,” said Joe.
  “How about the wallet then?” asked Flowers when the others said nothing.
  Again they were unable to comment.
  “Anything in the wallet?” asked Joe?
  “Just this, sir.”
  Flowers held up the evidence bag for them to see a white, laminated card bearing the legend, Sanford 3rd Age Club, beneath which was a passport sized photograph and the member’s name: Edward Dobson.
  From somewhere behind Joe, Brenda burst into tears.



Links:
David W Robinson's website; http://www.dwrob.com/
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The Filey Connection trailer: http://youtu.be/Eu_qa7-fYlQ





Love English murder mysteries? Try Filey!

Today sees another fabulous release from Crooked Cat Publishing:


The Filey Connection by David W Robinson

A cosy murder mystery in which the Sanford 3rd Age Club investigate a spate of events that occur in the Yorkshire seaside town of Filey. 

If you love classic English murder mysteries, this is a must read for you! It has already received a glowing 4* review. Check it out on Amazon or Smashwords! :-)

Oh, and don't miss My Place this Sunday, 4th March, where author David W Robinson spills the beans on Filey!