Review & Interview: Burnt Stones by Danny Fisher

Saturday, June 30, 2012
We are very excited to have Dannie Fisher here with us today. 
She is the author of several books including Burnt Stones. We had a chance to ask her a few questions and she was kind enough to answer. 

1. What made you decide to take the plunge and actually start writing?
This question is a two-parter. I did not grow up knowing I wanted to be a writer, or even thinking I possessed that particular skill. After earning my bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice (which really helps with some of my storylines), I applied for an internship in that field. I did not get the job, but part of the interview process required me to write a personal statement. After reading it, the interviewers (a panel of ten or so people) all commented on how good it was, and one lady held it up, looked me dead in the eye and said, "You need to write a book!" I went home that day and bought a laptop (a mini-pink Acer) and started my autobiography. In the years that followed, I've written a total of four finished manuscripts. In the early stages of writing my autobiography I was still unsure if I wanted to write full-time. I was unsure of myself, my writing ability and whether or not I could actually sell anything I'd written. I happened to come by an article in a magazine with an interview about finding your calling. Joy Behar, the comedienne, said something that stuck with me. She said she spent her life teaching English until she realized that to be happy she needed to go back to doing what made her happy at ten years old because at that age everyone just does what makes them happy instead of what the world expects. She recalled that entertaining her family with jokes made her feel alive. I took that advice, thought back, and remembered the many hours I spent reading. My favorite book was called, A Stone for Danny Fisher, by Harold Robbins. It was a great story, and as I thought back, I recalled how awesome it felt to see my name in print on a book. I decided then and there that I had found my calling and I needed to get started on it seriously. So it took a little nudging, but I finally got the point.

2. Burnt Stones isn't your only book. City Vamps is already out and The Exit Strategy is to come. They all seem to be very different genres. How did you come up with such different ideas for each book?
You are the first person to ask me about the difference in genres with each of my books. This was a question that stumped me early on because I will read anything I think is good. I didn't want to pigeon-hole myself as one kind of writer so I made a conscious decision to write any kind of story that intrigued me. I believe that readers like good stories, and while we all have certain genres that we favor, what's really important is that the story is good and well-written. So in the end, I decided the idea of genre was pretty irrelevant. As far as how I got each idea...

Burnt Stones was inspired by my experience as a single parent for fourteen years, and the related experience of one of my son's. The story is not true, but I like to say the emotions are true. I wrote many things in there that I would've liked to have said, or that I feel are paramount to how society views parenting, single parenting in particular, and of course, teen pregnancy. City Vamps was written simply because that is one of my favorite genres, and I wanted to do it justice. My goal with that story was to have an adventure with immortal characters that landed somewhere between Twilight and  Interview with a Vampire (two of my personal favorites). I didn't want angst-ridden, love sick vamps who were too emotionally stunted to enjoy being vampires, and I didn't want a story so dark it lacked humor. The storyline itself just came to me when I thought about casting characters in modern day times and the fascination society has with celebrities real or imagined. The Exit Strategy came to me as I watched a commercial for LifeLock, a product that supposedly protects against identity theft. I wondered, "What if someone stole the identity of a person that was a much worse criminal than they were?" In the initial phases, it was going to be a petty con stealing the identity of a serial killer, but as it progressed it became the identity of a guy who recently stole five million bucks from the mob.

I am a reader of everything as long as it's good too. So I really loved this answer. It resonates with me.

3. I just finished Burnt Stones. It was an emotional roller coaster! Were you writing from experience? 
Yes, and no. As I said in the last question, it was inspired by my experiences as a single parent, but the story itself is a work of fiction. I'm glad you touched on the emotional part because tapping into the emotions that surround parenting was paramount to the story. It would not have rung true had I sugar-coated the events, or not let the characters say the things that needed to be said. I really made it a point to delve into the issue of parenting from several points of view including the grandparents, the kids, those who struggle to have kids while someone else ignores theirs, and bad parents/good parents and really, what makes a parent good or bad. Is it a simple question? I don't think so. I raised my kids alone from the age of nineteen to thirty-four. I can attest to the way society viewed me just because of my age, assuming as they do, that it made me a bad parent. I wanted to challenge that notion of age making the difference because in my experiences the age factor has so little to do with it.

4. I also saw on your website that you are writing another book called Lucky. Do you want to share any tidbits about this new book?
I would love to, smile. While all my books hold a special place in my biased writer's heart, Lucky is one that really touches me personally. Again, it is a complete work of fiction born of my imagination only. The story revolves around a little girl who has suffered a serious tragedy, and as a result, doesn't even remember her own name. The reader does not get all the answers until the end, but I promise they do get them eventually. What happens to this little girl is where the story really comes alive. In a twist of fate only a writer could think up (lol), our nameless child gets kidnapped by an outlaw biker gang. The story follows her as she grows into a young woman, and without giving too much away, as readers we are left to wonder if she was actually better off with the biker gang. It is another roller coaster ride that takes the reader from Las Vegas to New England and back again. It's an adult themed book because you can't cover outlaw bikers and keep it PG, and really, why would you want to? This story will be dedicated to those children who fell through the cracks of society like Lucky does and hopefully, it shines a light of hope in the process.

5. You have a full time job, a family, how do you find time to write?
Like anything, if you really want it you make time. My goal is for my full-time job to someday be writing, but until then I must work. My children are grown and busy living their own lives so that does give me more time to write. My husband is supportive, and stands back and lets me write when the creative juices are flowing. The struggle as far as time is not finding the time to write the stories, but to market myself and my books. As a self published author, I am in charge of every aspect of my career. I love that because it gives me final say over everything, but it also gives me all the responsibility for the parts of this career that I don't always enjoy. I'm a creative soul, I'd rather write than update my Facebook or Twitter accounts. When I made the conscious decision to make this my career, I also made the decision to dedicate part of my day to writing. I write almost every day (if I didn't work an outside job I would write every single day). It took me thirty-seven years to find this calling, it's not work.

All About Danny

Danny Fisher has two published books to her credit, Burnt Stones and City Vamps. Her third, The Exit Strategy, is due out this year. Born in Ohio, and raised in New England, Danny returned to Ohio at nineteen with a photography portfolio in one hand, and two hundred bucks in the other. She raised two sons alone until she met her husband in 2004. They blended families in 2005 making Danny the proud mother/step-mother of five boys total. Danny works an outside job to pay the bills, but considers her writing career her true calling. Any spare time is spent with the family, traveling or playing poker. Contact Danny at or check out her website at

Publication Date: August 5, 2011
Publisher: Infinity Publishing
Length: 556 pages
Reviewed by: Amber R.

When Casey Jack Tucker throws a fastball scouts take notice. Hardworking and proud of his country roots Casey has his eye on the big show. On the verge of making his dream a reality unrequited love threatens his future when one night with his dream girl proves disastrous. Casey blocks the memory and moves on. But before he can suit up for college ball consequences of that night come knocking. Now Casey has a choice: Does he give up his life's passion and "do the right thing" or does he play ball?

My Thoughts

This book is a little different than our normal paranormal/urban fantasy that we usually have going on. This book is a story about life, about something that happens all over the world every day. This is a book about human emotions, betrayal, and heartbreak.

Casey is an 18 year old guy who makes a mistake that most teenagers make at some point, unprotected sex. Which leads to the girl, Allison getting pregnant. With Casey's baseball career on the line and Allison's dreams getting further and further away, what are two 18 year olds supposed to do?

This book is about their lives and decisions that they make throughout the years. It's really an emotional roller coaster. One of the things that I liked so much about this book is how you kind of got everyone's perspectives. Even though the books goes between the different characters you really get to be involved.

I think that this is a really great book. I read it in just a couple of days but it definitely carries you along. I really needed to know what happened. I think that if I book drives you to finish it, drives you with that yearning to know what happens, then it's a great book. This was definitely great.

Giveaway: The Golden Lily Bracelet Created by Janet Cadsawan

Friday, June 29, 2012
Today on AwesomeSauce we are handing over our blog
 to the amazing 
Janet Cadsawan! 
 And at the end of this guest post you can enter to win this beautiful 
Golden Lily (by Richelle Mead) bracelet.

Strangely enough, this is my first guest blog. So, I'm quite delighted to lose my guest bloginity here. I met Amber and Amber from Awesomesauce at Romantic Times 2012 in Chicago with Rachel Caine over drinks. I don't quite remember if we got to talk about the mystery behind books and jewelry, but here I am now ready, willing, able.  
Books and jewelry are not an obvious duet, but for many people who love the universe, characters and stories they read, a piece of jewelry from the book makes complete sense. I like to think of it as a shapeshifter of sorts - off the pages of the book and into one's real life; a literary time warp, if you will, disguised as a charm. The piece of jewelry reminds you of the feelings you had while reading the adventure. I like to call these pieces "bliss jewelry", because it's shines from the inside out. That kernel of light is the essence of an idea, myth or a book, and that's what makes the piece beautiful. Of course, the form is very important too. When I say to people that I've cornered the vampire jewelry market, they laugh and say "aren't fangs cliche?" But if you look at my jewelry without the reference to the books, they are just beautiful. I think I have one stake in my True Blood collection and it is a very beautiful stake. Of course, I don't always do pieces from books. I have astrology, dragon and Viking collections. Again, they draw from ancient themes that are universal.

Of course, it's a lot of fun too! Richelle Mead's VAMPIRE ACADEMY and BLOODLINES are a series that I adore. Who wouldn't want to design for them? Her heroines are women who were accidentally put in a leadership role, and their courage, intelligence and determination make them out as winners - in love as well as in larger societal issues.  Both series have strong symbols, so it was was a challenge to make them wearable. I think I did a good job. The most recent addition, the golden lily bracelet was a fun. The lily symbolizes many things. The Greeks believed it sprouted from the milk of Hera, the queen of the gods! But it means friendship, virtue, transformation, and I will add resilience! Anyone who has lilies it their garden know this well! So, I say wear this lily with pride!!

My favorite piece of jewelry is not one that I made myself. It is, in fact, an antique from India. It is an oval turquoise with a diamond on one side and has red and green enameling of a lotus on the back. It's not terribly expensive nor is exquisite piece of antique Indian jewelry. It just speaks to me and that's what jewelry should do. I make these pieces and I know they are not my mine but belong to those who hear it.

Thanks for the chance for me to talk about my jewelry!!!

About Janet 

Janet Cadsawan's philosophy is that jewelry is magic adorned. She designs one-of-a-kind talismans, fine jewelry and supernatural baubles. Her pieces are showcased in both art galleries and fine jewelry stores. Her work has been on TV shows and movies. Several pieces come straight out of books!
All of her jewelry is made in New York City and Rhode Island with as much recycled metal as possible.

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Excerpt and Giveaway: A Demon and his Witch by Eve Langlais

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Eve Langlais
A Demon and His Witch

Roasted at the stake as a witch, while her lover watches, Ysabel sells her soul to the devil in return for revenge. A fair trade until her ex-boyfriend escapes the bowels of Hell and she’s forced to team up with a demon to fetch the jerk back. 

Remy’s seen a lot of things during his tenure in Lucifer’s guard, but nothing can prepare him for the witch with the acerbic tongue--and voluptuous figure. Her mouth says ‘Screw you,' but her body screams ‘Take me.’ What’s a poor demon to do when his heart makes things even more complicated by goading him to make her his, forever? 

Before he can decide if his demonizing days are done, though, he needs to catch the bad guys, save the girl and then find a way to convince her to love him and not kill him. 

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Lucifer lined up his shot and gave a few practice swings with his number nine thigh bone. The shrunken skull waited for him to putt. He pulled back and – 

“I demand you castrate him!” 

– his shot went wild, careening off the pillars and missing his interior putting green entirely. Sighing, he turned and faced Ysabel, who, as usual, appeared annoyed. 

“What has he done this time?” he asked as she flopped into a chair. 

“He kissed me.” 

He’d always known Remy was braver than most. “The horror. The shame. And?” 

“What do you mean, and? I didn’t want him to.” 

“So tell him no.” 

“I did. Kind of.” He stared at her. She sighed. “Fine, I kissed him back. But I didn’t want to. He made me do it.” 

Lucifer blinked. Stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it. Surely he misunderstood. “He made you do it? I’m sorry, did I suddenly enter an alternate universe? Since when does anyone make you do anything? I’ve been trying to get you to show up on time for five hundred years and you still insist on making your own hours.” 

A smirk graced her face. “I do it to keep you on your toes. But, back to the kissing demon. I want to know how to stop him from using his magic or potion or whatever it was he used to make me like it.” 

Now this was interesting. “You’re mad because you enjoyed it?” 

“Loved it, actually,” Remy announced, striding in unannounced. It seemed his witch’s bad habits were rubbing off. 

“Does no one knock anymore?” But they weren’t paying Lucifer any attention as they faced off.

“I did not like it.” 

“Liar. The tongue in my mouth said otherwise.” 

“I was pushing yours out.” 

“Then what were the moans of pleasure?” 

“I did not moan.” 

“Mmm. Mmm.” Remy closed his eyes and adopted a blissful expression with puckered lips.

It occurred to Lucifer as Ysabel raised her fingers that he might want to take cover. 

“I am going to turn you into an imp,” she threatened. 

“Touch me in a non-erotic way and I am telling you right now, I will consider it foreplay, and not only will I kiss you again, I will strip every piece of clothing from you, lick you from head to toe, and make you scream my name, not once, not twice, but three times as you come.” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” she huffed, her eyes flashing with ire – and more intriguing to Lucifer, interest. 

Before they could cause any damage, to his office at any rate, Lucifer snapped his fingers and froze them. He didn’t really care what they did to each other, but he’d spent several months in the wild capturing the beast he’d turned into a desk. 

“Children, children,” he said tucking his hands behind his back and adopting his father figure mode. It usually made his daughter, Muriel, laugh. “Must I remind you that I tasked you with a mission. One that I might add, Ysabel, you should be most eager to complete. What I do not need, is for you to FUCK IT UP!” He let his voice increase in treble until it boomed. “I’ve been more than tolerant, but enough is enough. You will cease bringing me your petty squabbles. You will do the job I assigned. And if you don’t want his tongue in your mouth, Ysabel, then bite it off. Although, really, if you enjoyed it so much, I don’t see what the problem is. Maybe he can help you remove the stick up your ass if you let him kiss the other end. Now, if we’re done here, and since I’m boss, and I say we are, leave and don’t come back until you’re done, because if you do, I’m duct taping the pair of you together and throwing you in a dark room until you learn to get along. Or fuck. I don’t really care which, but I prefer the latter so I can watch.” 

A snap of his fingers, and the glaring pair, stalked off, silent for the moment, but he’d wager it would only last until they hit the hall. 

And right on cue… 

“I’ve never seen a stick up a butt before. Wanna bend over and show me?” Whack. “Ow, that was totally uncalled for.”

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Guest Post and Giveaway: Demonically Tempted by Stacey Kennedy

Wednesday, June 27, 2012
 Today we have a special Guest Post 
with one of my all time favorite authors
Stacey Kennedy!
 I love all  her books. And after her post you will get a chance to win Demonically Tempted a book from one of my favorite series!! I will stop rambling now and  let Stacey take over!!

WOO HOO! I’m thrilled to be back at Awesomesauce Book Club, and even happier the next Tess & Kipp book is out in the world. So, here we are in their next adventure, and I thought I’d talk a little bit about Tess and where she’s at. I had a reader contact me the other day saying that Tess seems so different…and yes, she would. It wasn’t by accident that she seemed that way. It’s all about her journey…
DEMONICALLY TEMPTED is much darker than the first book, SUPERNATURALLY KISSED. And I knew that was going to happen. Tess was a woman who ignored her abilities to converse with the dead. Her journey through the first book was coming to terms with that ability. Even that was a huge leap for her. So, what happens when change comes into your life? It either makes things better or makes things worse. For Tess, it’s the latter.
I’ll admit this book was emotional to write for me because I missed the light-hearted Tess I knew in SUPERNATURALLY KISSED. I felt her strain, her stress, and the weight on her shoulders in this book. Tess has fought for a long time not to accept what she can do and then with that acceptance, comes a world of trouble that she wants no part of. We have to remember that Tess wanted none of this—EVER! She wanted a normal life and to be left alone, so when things take a new direction it’s pulling her in ways she’s not mentally prepared for. Not mentally accepting of. And to put it very simply, the world is a dark place around her.
It made her character much more serious. But I always knew Tess would be tortured along the way because accepting her gifts isn’t an easy thing to do, but a complete life change. And any life change, as we all know comes with a rocky road. However, that’s Tess’s journey in her life—her uphill battle to find happiness in this new life of hers.
So, do I love to be cruel to my characters? Sometimes. But more than that I love to send them on an emotional journey. One that we all face. One that makes “the end” just that much better because it was hard to get to. It makes the characters in my eyes more deserving of it. And I love, love, love seeing characters’ lives comes full circle.
Do I feel for Tess? Incredibly, so. My heart went out to her in DEMONICALLY TEMPTED because her struggle was an obvious one. She’s torn in a bunch of directions, has more to deal with than I think any sane person could handle, and she’s got forbidden love on her hands. Nothing in her life is “normal”, and that was all she ever wanted. Does Tess realize the strain in her life? No, I don’t think she does…but she will.
That’s her emotional journey. She’ll have to come full circle to remind herself who she once was at the beginning. She’ll have to realize what she has to give up to have that again, what she has to accept to find her peace, and I’m only too glad to be on that journey with her.
Because one thing is for sure—I’m cheering Tess on and wanting her life to settle, for her be happy in the gifts she has, and finally for her to have that happily ever after. 

Frostbite, Book Two
Tess Jennings, now a member of the Memphis Police Department, is on her first cold case. The suspected suicide of Lizbeth Knapp ten years ago isn’t a theory her family accepts—they believe she was murdered.
But the case is only one of Tess’s worries. Ghosts are talking, and word of her abilities rapidly spreads. A dark ghost is terrifying the spirits of Memphis, and she must force the entity to cross over.
Tess doesn’t have to do this alone. Not only does she have her ghost-lover, Kipp McGowen, but the department has brought in a medium. Dane Wolfe might answer all her questions, but he also brings a world of trouble. Will Tess finally have all she’s ever wanted, or will everything she’s vowed to protect be ripped away?


The old farmhouse had seen better days. Not only could it use a coat of paint, but it also needed a dose of love. Dry, brown grass surrounded the home, and the only flowers topped four-foot high weeds. I glanced toward Zach—a cop with the Memphis P.D.—and crinkled my nose. “Someone actually lives here?”
His blue eyes met mine and he ran a hand through his blond, stylish hair and shrugged. “Max said the victim’s sister still resides in the home where the death happened.”
As he lowered his arm, he cringed. The injury still hindered him at times since we solved the cold case of Hannah Reid, especially when the weather was damp like it was today. Heck, only weeks ago he’d been stabbed and shot in the shoulder.
The man who caused Zach’s injury got it worse—by my very hand, no less—but I was glad Hannah’s murderer hadn’t returned to haunt me.
I might have suffered some serious remorse. That is, if I didn’t believe God wouldn’t punish me because I killed a murderer. Brody would’ve done the same to me if I hadn’t gotten to him first. I tried my best to stick with that theory. It saved me from the lingering guilt I might—and would never admit to—have for taking a life.
Sure, there was an internal investigation through the police department, and I had been questioned until my voice went scratchy. But in the end, the shooting had been declared self-defense, and I was perfectly happy with that. Or so I told myself every day until I finally believed it.
Besides, the cops that I now worked alongside had my back throughout the investigation, and nothing would change that. We’d grown close through the time spent during the Reid case, and even closer in the weeks that followed.
“I’m going to see if Lizbeth is out here somewhere,”  Kipp—a ghost, and my lover—said, dragging me from my thoughts.
Yes, our relationship was complicated and it’s insanely sick that I’m in love with a ghost, but I wasn’t about to fight my heart’s desire. “If you find her, then come tell us, immediately. The less time I have to spend in that house, the better.” Scummy houses and me didn’t mesh well. I like cleanliness and hate spiders.
“He’s going off on his own then?” Zach asked.
As of late, Zach had caught on to our conversations better. Seeing that I was the only lucky one—or not so lucky as I viewed it—who could hear ghosts’ communication was annoying, at best.
Maybe I gave more descriptions in my answers than I normally did, or maybe he’d gotten used to having to fill in the blanks. Whatever it was, I appreciated the ease of our conversations now. The back and forth got on my last nerve.
As Kipp strode away, I stared at his scrumptious ass filling his dark blue jeans. The man might be a ghost, but he was sex packaged into muscular goodness. One of his eyes was chocolate brown, while the other was crystal blue, and he had untidy brown hair that no matter how messy only made him look more attractive. And he was all mine.
I blinked, pulling myself away from my ogling, and frowned at Zach. “Ready?”
His gaze danced with laughter, yet a smile never appeared. “For someone who accepted a job with the department, you would think you’d hold more excitement.”
I snorted. “Just because I can officially call myself part of the police department—which is absurd, by the way—doesn’t mean I still don’t have hesitations.”
My gift took a while to adjust to but I knew when to see reason. Helping ghosts that had met a horrible fate wasn’t a bad job. That is, as long as I didn’t run into any more crazy-ass killers who wanted to make me a ghost, too.
Zach approached the house, and I trailed after him, not showing half the confidence he carried in his gait. I climbed the old steps, slightly worried the wood would break under my weight, but seeing Zach went first and the man was all power, the wooden planks could support my slender frame.
He knocked on the door. And a moment later, it opened to a woman who matched the house. She looked to be in her fifties, but the dark circles under her eyes and the hunch to her shoulders made her look well worn.
“Ms. Knapp?” Zach asked.
“Yes.” Her voice dripped with despair. “Are you the detectives?”
Zach nodded. “Is it still all right if we come in?”
She widened the door, and moved aside. “Please call me Anna.”
“Thank you, Anna.” Zach entered the home. “We appreciate you taking the time to discuss Lizbeth with us.”
I hesitantly followed and tried my damndest not to let my repulsion in the house show. Not an easy feat.
“Please, will you have a seat?” She waved out to a couch that I wouldn’t sit on even if it had a layer of plastic over top of it.
I held back my desire to gag, and twirled my finger in my brown, shag-cut hair. “I’m okay here, thanks.”
Zach grimaced at me before he took a seat and shed all emotion as he turned to Anna. “We’re aware that this will be difficult for you to discuss, but we need you to remember anything you can from when Lizbeth died.”
“I’m not sure I can tell you anything that…” She peeked at the ceiling. I followed her gaze seeing dark brown stains, and restrained my shudder. “…Max, was that who I spoke with?”
“That’s right. He’s the sergeant.” Zach smiled softly. “He told us the necessary information, but I’ve learned it’s always best to hear it directly for myself.”
In all actuality, I hadn’t heard all the details except that I was officially on my first cold-case file.
“Well,” Anna paused, glancing down at her fingers as she fiddled them. “It started a year before Lizbeth’s death. She began to act differently.”
Zach pulled his pad of paper and pen from his pocket, and flipped the notebook open. “Can you explain that in more detail?”
I clasped my hands in front of me. Just because I was now part of team didn’t mean I would start acting like a cop in any official capacity. Let’s be serious now. I wasn’t really a detective.
Anna continued, “She’d talk to me about an evil presence around her.”
“Evil?” I gasped.
“I know how funny it sounds. At the time, it did to me, too. But looking back, Lizbeth just didn’t seem like herself, and maybe I should’ve listened to her.” Anna crossed her arms and shifted in her seat. “She used to be a very happy young woman. Full of life and spirit, but all of a sudden she seemed so dark.”
I gave my head a shake, trying to make sense out of her nonsense. “Dark how?”
“Depressed.” Anna exhaled. “She never came out of her room, and totally withdrew from life.”
“She was suicidal, then?” Zack asked with a gentle tone.
“I suppose you’d draw that conclusion from what I’m telling you now, but the truth is I never took her to be the type.” She gave a knowing look. “Like I said, she was well adjusted and quite happy.”
“But you just said she was depressed,” I countered.
“Yes, I did, but still, Lizbeth was a fighter. She used to tell me that this evil presence was overtaking her soul, and she tried so hard to fight against it.”
Zach made a face. I made one of my own. We were speaking English, yet gibberish would have made more sense. Seeing that we were getting nowhere, and I suspected Anna had lost her mind a long time ago, I moved along. “Did her condition get worse?”
“It got so bad, my parents had no idea what to do. You have to remember it was a different time. The medications for depression that exist today didn’t back then.” Tears welled in her eyes, but they cleared just as quick. “My parents took her to a doctor, even admitted her into a hospital, but my mother couldn’t manage to leave her there. She thought love would bring Lizbeth out of her trouble.”
“Clearly, it didn’t.”
“That’s right, it only got worse. Lizbeth started to hurt herself.”
Zach’s eyebrows rose. “You mean, caused injuries to herself?”
“No one ever knew—and Lizbeth never said—how she did it. But she had lacerations all over her back.”
Zach scribbled notes, and then peered at Anna. “Did Lizbeth ever say anything to you about the wounds?”
Those tears now weren’t so easily pushed away. “She was adamant she had never caused them.”
One conclusion came to my mind. “No one believed her, did they?”
“Who else would have done it?” Anna retorted. “At that point, Lizbeth hadn’t left the house in over six months.”
Zach stared at Anna, his gaze probing. I inhaled deeply, understanding the frustration. The dust in the room settled into my nostrils. I rubbed at the tickling in my nose, and considered what she had told us.
It seemed to me Lizbeth had clearly been suicidal. I’d watched television shows were people cut themselves. Maybe this was all that was going on here. Case closed.
Zach scribbled a few more lines of notes then scrutinized Anna. “How did Lizbeth act in the days before she died?”
“Strange.” Anna wiped the tears from her face. “She always had this dark cloud over her, but in the week before her death it became much worse. She’d stopped eating and we had to force liquids down her throat.” Her chin quivered, more tears spilling. “But it was in her eyes where I saw her demise.”
“What did you see?” I whispered, not totally sure I wanted to hear her answer.
“She was already dead.”
Zach coughed. “Pardon?”
“Lizbeth was no longer in her body.” Anna shook her head, sending more tears rushing down her cheeks. “I know that is hard to believe, but that’s the only way I can describe it. She had already left.”
“Where did she go?” I urged.
“I have no idea. All I know is she was gone.”
My assumptions that Anna was off her rocker deepened. One question would solidify if I believed she held any sanity at all. “Why do you stay here…in this house?”
Anna’s eyes swam in sadness. “I’m afraid that Lizbeth is still here, and if I leave she’ll be all alone. I don’t have the money to fix the house. Since her death—times have been hard.”
Wasn’t I a shit? Her answer was clear and concise, and, well…I could understand her reasons. If she were crazy, I assumed her purpose for staying here would be, too.
Zach closed his notebook, and placed it into the pocket of his black slacks. “Would you take us outside to the water and discuss what happened the night she died?”
“Of course.” Anna stood from the couch and approached the front door.
Zach gestured toward the hall. I took the hint. Since Kipp hadn’t returned yet, it confirmed he hadn’t found Lizbeth’s ghost. Before we left I needed to check out the house to see if she remained. “Do you mind if I use your washroom?”
“Not at all.” Anna dabbed her tears with a tissue, and then raised her chin. “It’s down the hall—third door on the right.”
“Thank you.” I headed toward the hallway while Zach continued to ask Anna another question as they exited the front door.
The hallway was in a similar condition to the rest of the house, completely in shambles. The flowered wallpaper was peeling off the walls and the color of it resembled something not worth discussing. I wrinkled my nose, catching a whiff of mold, and continued walking.
To my left was an open door to a bedroom. I peeked in and clothes were thrown over the light blue bedspread. Furniture was scarce, but the room seemed lived in. It did appear slightly more taken care of than the rest of the home, which drew the conclusion that this had to be Anna’s bedroom.
I scanned the room and couldn’t see Lizbeth’s ghost, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t there. She could be hiding. “Lizbeth,” I whispered.
No one responded.
Leaving the room, I carried on down the hall to another bedroom on the right, but as I called out her name again, I received the same response.
The bathroom was to my left and another room lay on the right. The door was closed and I did my best to keep quiet as I opened it. I couldn’t hear Zach or Anna in the house anymore, but I didn’t want to chance it. I pushed the door open and it creaked.
I peered in and my heart skipped a beat. “Creepy.”  The room wasn’t in the same condition as the house. It looked brand new, even the paint on the walls appeared fresh, and Lizbeth’s name was written in wooden letters above the dresser. Of all the rooms to keep nice, Anna chose this one. I couldn’t decide if that was sweet or freaky.
“Lizbeth,” I whispered again only to be met with silence. I’d never had a ghost hide from me before, usually they were so intrigued by my ability they always approached.
After silence greeted me, I left the room and closed the door. I headed for the bathroom and went straight for the sink. At least the room was clean. Yes, in horrible condition, but the blue bathtub had been scrubbed recently.
At the sink, I turned on the faucet to wash the icky feeling off my hands. I wanted to get home and have a shower. Being in this house for even a few minutes had left my skin feeling filthy and downright gross.
I waited a moment to let the water warm since the pipes thumped indicating trouble stirred, and just as I placed my hands under the water, a voice startled me. “Why are you in my house?”
I looked over my shoulder and spotted a middle-aged ghost dressed in a double-breasted black coat, white dress shirt, and fitted tanned breeches. “I beg your pardon,” I snapped. “But I don’t deserve to be glared at—or spoken to in that nasty tone—when I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You can hear me?” His eyes widened. “You can see me?”
“Yes I can.” I returned the glower he not-so-kindly offered me. “Why are you so rude?”
“Classic.” I snorted. “The ghost is beside himself. Isn’t it supposed to be the live person who is shocked when they see a ghost?”
“You’re alive?”
Now he was being just downright mean. I shut off the faucet, and with the water dripping off my fingertips, I turned to face him. “Do I look dead to you?”
He gave me a once over with an expression that left something to be desired. “No, but why are you glowing?”
“Yes, well,” I wiped my damp hands on my skinny jeans, “that’s my ability.”
He examined my gold hue—or so I’d been told that is how it appeared—and by his huge eyes this revelation stunned him. “And this ability is how you can see me?”
I wasn’t in any mood to get into this with him. A change in topic was in order. “Have you seen a young girl around here?”
“No,” he responded without haste.
I nibbled my lip, considering that. “Not ever, or not lately?”
If Lizbeth died in misery, it made no sense that her ghost wasn’t here. Ghosts always lingered and needed help to cross over. Someone who committed suicide wouldn’t be a settled soul. And most of the ghosts I’d met returned to a place that had meant something to them. Considering Lizbeth was young when she died, I had assumed she’d come home. Where else would she have gone?
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“I have no idea.” He paused, thoughtful, then said, “I think it’s been quite some time.”
His response didn’t surprise me. Ghosts never remembered much except what they needed to, to move on. Seeing that this ghost would lead me nowhere, I figured I might as well try and help one ghost today. “Do you want to cross over?”
He scowled. “Are you threatening me?”
“Good God.” I dismissed him with a flick of my hand. “You’re foul. I’m asking to be nice. I can help you, if you’d like.”
“This is my house. I don’t want to leave. I want you to.”
I grunted. “Trust me, I want the same damn thing.”
He gestured toward the door in what might have seemed like a bow of respect, if his tight features hadn’t thoroughly flipped me off. “Best you see yourself out.”
I had just about enough of his bad attitude. I pointed at him. “You better not go scaring Anna. She’s been through enough.”
“I don’t scare her.” He scoffed. “She’s a lovely woman and I don’t mind her sharing the home with me.”
“I’m glad to hear it, but if I find out you’re frightening her, I will Ghostbuster your ass. Got it, jacko?” I flicked my hair over my shoulder, not waiting for him to respond because frankly, I didn’t give a shit.
I exited the bathroom, heard him grumbling something after me. I really couldn’t blame him, though. If I’d been dead since the eighteen hundreds, from the looks of his clothing, I’d be pissy too.

Stacey Kennedy’s novels are lighthearted fantasy with heart-squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and they even give you a good chuckle every now and again. But within the stories you’ll also find fast-paced action, life-threatening moments and a big bad villain who needs to be destroyed. Her urban fantasy/paranormal and erotic romance series have hit Amazon Kindle and All Romance eBooks bestseller lists.

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Review: Chasing Magic by Stacia Kane

Series: Downside Ghosts #5
Publication Date: June 26, 2012
Publisher: Del Ray
Reviewed by: Ambers I. & R.

Magic-wielding Churchwitch and secret addict Chess Putnam knows better than anyone just how high a price people are willing to pay for a chemical rush. But when someone with money to burn and a penchant for black magic starts tampering with Downside’s drug supply, Chess realizes that the unlucky customers are paying with their souls—and taking the innocent with them, as the magic-infused speed compels them to kill in the most gruesome ways possible.

As if the streets weren’t scary enough, the looming war between the two men in her life explodes, taking even more casualties and putting Chess squarely in the middle. Downside could become a literal ghost town if Chess doesn’t find a way to stop both the war and the dark wave of death-magic, and the only way to do that is to use both her addiction and her power to enter the spell and chase the magic all the way back to its malevolent source. Too bad that doing so will probably kill Chess—if the war doesn’t first destroy the man who’s become her reason for living.

Amber R's Thoughts

This has been an amazing series from book one and book five doesn't disappoint. Chess is back at it again, in the mix of all kinds of Downside trouble.This time it doesn't involve the Church. This time someone is making the people of downside their own personal zombie-esque army. Basically there is trouble all around because Lex tries to recruit Terrible to his side and when Terrible refuses his offer, well, let's just say Lex doesn't take it well.

Chess is still a mess in this book. I just want to hug her and tell her that she's going to be okay. We've seen the steady increase of her drug intake over the past four books. I wish I could say that she slows down but unfortunately she just speeds up. I think a lot of things play into this but the  main reasons are obvious. Poor thing is so certain that she isn't worth anything, that Terrible is going to realize how awful she is and leave her, that Elder Griffen is going to realize that she is a horrible person. I feel so bad for her.

A lot of things come to front in this book. Lex is running his fathers half of Downside, Chess is slowly spiraling out of control withe her drug usage, Terrible may have met his match because someone is trying their hardest to kill him. Not to mention, yet again, there is all kinds of ghostly magic running rampant in Downside. I don't know if I've said it enough but if you haven't read this series, please do!

Amber I's Thoughts

The paragraph below has some slight spoliers, and a total rant it can't be helped!

Oh Chess Chess Chess. Why do you torture me so. You know I love you but why do you do this to me. I can deal with a lot of things like your out of control drug use and well everything EXCEPT Lex! Why oh why do you want to keep him in your life? Yes he was your friend but he has also put a hit on Terrible and you have seen the assassin in action. Then there is also that bedroom scene!! What are you thinking!! Just stop it if not for Terrible's sake then for mine! I literally threw my kindle down and jumped online to get some reassurance that things where not going to go where I thought. I was ready to quit the book in the middle and in the middle of the scene! GRRRRRR Still MAD!

If not for a few scenes, well one big one this would have been my most favorite book in the series. There is this scene towards the end with her and Terrible on the roof and the things he said just made me cry. He is so freaking sweet and awesome and I love him. Chess just better get her shit together. I know she has had it rough but I know she loves Terrible so she needs to get it together.

Okay lets say this, if you have come this far in the series then you are going to love this book. Its just full of emotions. You will go from throwing your kindle across the room to swooning to crying to laughing and it will just keep you on the edge of you seat the whole time. The action is so intense and their battles are even deadlier. Chess is still her drug using self loathing self but she has Terrible on her side and when they are together your heart will melt.

 And if you haven't started this series then shame on you, get off of here and go buy the first book now!! Its one kick ass series and once you start it you are going to be addicted! Trust me on this.

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Review: Once Burned by Jeaniene Frost

Monday, June 25, 2012
 Series: Night Prince #1
Pages: 384
 Publication Date:June 26th
 Publisher: Avon
 Reviewed by: Amber I.

 She's a mortal with dark powers...

After a tragic accident scarred her body and destroyed her dreams, Leila never imagined that the worst was still to come: terrifying powers that let her channel electricity and learn a person's darkest secrets through a single touch. Leila is doomed to a life of solitude...until creatures of the night kidnap her, forcing her to reach out with a telepathic distress call to the world's most infamous vampire...

He's the Prince of Night...

Vlad Tepesh inspired the greatest vampire legend of all—but whatever you do, don't call him Dracula. Vlad's ability to control fire makes him one of the most feared vampires in existence, but his enemies have found a new weapon against him—a beautiful mortal with powers to match his own. When Vlad and Leila meet, however, passion ignites between them, threatening to consume them both. It will take everything that they are to stop an enemy intent on bringing them down in flames.

Holy crap Dracula falls for a Carny!lol At first I was like what the hell is going on, why  is there bearded ladies and all that. But then we see what Leila is and  you can see why she fits into this crowd. They don't judge her and they are generally nice people. I really wasn't so sure I was going to wrap my head around Leila's "ability" and think it could happen but I really did. Plus she proved to be someone that I just really liked. Vlad he is arrogant and cocky and well he just oozes sex me vibes. I was surprised at how fast he started pursing Leila but so not disappointed that he did.

Leila has had a pretty hard life after her accident she really can not touch anyone. But when she is kidnapped by vampires to try and use her special power she meets Vlad and he can touch her. How could a girl who hasn't been touched not fall for a sexy vampire who can actually touch and be touched by her? And when she does finally decides to stop resisting temptation, (which had me applauding) the sex was hot hot hot!! I have missed Jeaniene Frost's sexy scenes.

We see some characters from the other books (but not my Ian boooo. lol) Plus there is a lot of action to keep you anticipating what is going to happen next. I loved it.

My only disappointment is waiting until 2013 for the next book. Vlad has promised Leila everything, well everything except love and that is just not good enough for me! I can not wait to get to the next book and hopefully wear him down. Any fans of the Night Huntress series is surely going to love this one!

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Sorry for the very short review, but I did not want to ruin this book for you! 
Trust me its a MUST READ!

Review: Let It Bleed by Jeri Smith-Ready

Sunday, June 24, 2012
Series: WVMP #3.5
Published: 2012
Format: ebook novella
Reviewer: Amber R.

Con artist-turned-radio-station-manager Ciara Griffin hopes to settle into a normal un-life as a fledgling vampire, with the help of her immortally hot fiancĂ©, grunge DJ Shane McAllister. But she has bigger problems than finding a sane blood donor and a new home for those boxes of mac ‘n’ cheese. Ciara’s best friend mourns her like she’s dead instead of undead, and her own maker clearly wishes she’d never been born (again). Worst of all, the WVMP crew calls a Code Black: hippie vampire DJ Jim has murdered a pair of humans—humans who share Ciara’s true last name.

That’s when trouble rolls out the red carpet, straight into Ciara’s life. At Shane’s first live concert, Ciara finds herself face to face with her Irish Traveller cousins, a not-so-welcome family reunion that might hold the key to Ciara’s anti-holy blood. Jim’s spiral into madness makes Ciara an unwilling prize in his deadly feud with Shane. As Ciara clings to what’s left of her humanity, she’ll need her new vampire strength—and old con artist cunning—now more than ever.

I've been anxiously awaiting the next installment in this series. I do this a lot. I'll find out about a series, usually from Amber I., then I'll buy and read them all at once, then I have to wait like everyone else to get the next book. It makes me so sad. So I was especially pleased to find out this novella had been released. This is directly following Ciara becoming a vampire.

In the books leading up to this we could all tell that Jim is starting to go off the deep end. Well that really comes to front in this book. We get a good look of the beginning stages of the change for Ciara. Also, how her becoming a vampire affects her relationships with her human and vampire friends. I thought that this was a good transition from book three to book four.

I don't know if any of you have read this series but it's a fun twist on vampire life. All of the main characters are awesome and the story line is always on spot. I really recommend this series, it's one that you won't easily forget and you'll be impatiently waiting for the next installment.

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