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A Samhain Treat for You

Just a Smidgen of Magic - Five encounters with the arcane in the mundane.
Just a Smidgen of Magic – Five encounters with the arcane in the mundane.

Just in time for some spooky reading

Download your free copy of Just a Smidgen of Magic from Amazon Oct. 31 (today) and Nov. 1 ( tomorrow). Five flash fiction encounters with the arcane in the mundane!

I’d love to make the top 100 freebies on Amazon this weekend, and you can help. Download the book, tell your friends to download and spread the word. It’s a treat for everyone (though these are not really written for younger kids–no graphic sex or violence though.)

Artifacts: Heed the Mother's Warning
Artifacts: Heed the Mother’s Warning
Not Even One Wish; Be careful whom you wishi to
Not Even One Wish; Be careful whom you wishi to
Zen of Cool: a festival, a full moon, a fool & a fiddler
Zen of Cool: a festival, a full moon, a fool & a fiddler
Taffy's Tale- A high price to pay to be fed by the Fae.
Taffy’s Tale- A high price to pay to be fed by the Fae.
Just a Smidgen of Magic: Free 10/31/14 & 11/1/114 Scan or click now
Just a Smidgen of Magic: Free 10/31/14 & 11/1/114
Scan or click now

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Walking Off Heaven’s Shore – Southern Fried Flash Fiction

Walking off Heaven's Shore
Walking off Heaven’s Shore

My author has been exploring her roots, but she has been writing. Today only, her new book, Walking Off Heaven’s Shore, is free at Amazon today only:   

Grab a copy, even if you don’t have a Kindle; read on your phone as I do, or you can convert for  a Nook or iPad instead of a Kindle here:

Use the download to computer option. I don’t put DRM on my books.


Ten-Piece Bucket of Southern Fried Fiction with Fixings

  1. Walking off Heaven’s Shore : Washed in the flood of knowing
  2. Intervention :Mothers and daughters–can it ever work?
  3. Turning Point : Friday morning, a cup of coffee, a decision
  4. Pachelbel’s Canyons : Mall Markswoman Maintains Muzak Manifested Mayhem
  5. Walk the Dog: Who’s holding which end of the leash?
  6. The Fire Inside: Can he stand the heat?
  7. Kitchen Witchery :The lost art of female bonding across generations
  8. Swamp of the Soul: You only see the snakes if you look for them.
  9. Storm Front : Revenge  served cold can be slippery when wet.
  10. The last time I dated a serial killer: A literate man is hard to find

New ebook coming soon

Stay tuned. I have some new ebooks ripening on the beanstalk and I hope to release several of them this summer. Be the first to get a crack at them.

Here’s a hint:

The Vine that Ate the South
The Vine that Ate the South

Dan O’Brien: Conspirators of the Lost Sock


You’re never too old to have one more adventure 
Brought to life by Steve Ferchaud’s vibrant drawings, this story for all ages by Dan O’Brien lets us know that it is never too late to have one more adventure. 
An Excerpt:
Robert Pendleton opened one eye as the light of a passing car flashed over the window, shattering the darkness into prisms. He rolled onto his back on the beat-up couch and yawned as he reached his hands up and rubbed his eyes unceremoniously.
He looked out over the darkness at the digital clock. The red digits spelled out a quarter ‘til midnight––nearly fourteen hours of sleep. He smiled and grabbed one of the cushions of the couch, burying his head in it. Just enough sleep, he reminded himself. Robert felt that anything less than twelve hours of sleep was very nearly too little.
He grasped blindly for the TV remote.
Groaning as he lifted his head, he looked at the empty table––his eyes drawn by another flash of a passing car. He couldn’t see clearly, but he knew that the remote had been there before he had fallen asleep nearly half a day ago.
“Could have sworn….” he mumbled as he pushed himself up and brushed his hand around the top of the table, finding nothing. “Where did….”
Another groan escaped his lips as he lifted his body to a sitting position and threw aside the cluster of pillows that he had gathered around himself. He reached out for the lamp, but instead knocked it to the floor with a resounding thud.
Robert muttered as he stood up from the couch, and then sank to his knees to search around in the darkness for the fallen lamp. Reaching around on the shadowed floor, shards of the broken lamp scattered like pieces of light.
He turned his head, peering beneath the large space underneath the couch and saw the reflection of the buttons on the remote. The off-gray piece of machinery was underneath the couch––only darkness lingered beyond it. He reached out as he spoke again.
“How did it get all the way down there?”
Robert flexed his hand and strained as he twisted his back to reach farther; yet, the remote remained just out of reach. He pulled his arm away with a huff and craned his neck to the side, staring underneath into the darkness below the couch.
His eyes widened as he saw the impossible: there was something beyond the remote. He shook his head and closed his eyes, whispering to himself that he didn’t see what he thought he had.
“I saw a little man,” he whispered to himself as he opened his eyes once more and nearly gasped as he did so.
The figure was closer now and he could make out the outline clearly. A tiny man rested just beyond the remote.
“What in the name of…?”
“Not here in the name of nobody, laddie. I be a friend though,” crooned the miniscule figure as he interrupted Robert and stepped forward, placing a hand on the darkened and slick surface of the remote.
A tam-o’-shanter crested his bright red hair, the shaggy mane blending perfectly into his equally crimson, neatly trimmed, beard.
A billow of whitish smoke drifted from the long-stemmed pipe that he held clenched between his lips.
Robert fell back and knocked aside the adjacent table. Rubbing his eyes, he spoke a single word: “Leprechaun.”

About the Author:
Dan O’Brien, founder and editor-in-chief of The Northern California Perspective, has written over 20 books––including the bestselling Bitten, which was featured on Conversations Book Club’s Top 100 novels of 2012. Before starting Amalgam, he was the senior editor and marketing director for an international magazine. In addition, he has spent over a decade in the publishing industry as a freelance editor. You can learn more about his literary and publishing consulting business by visiting his website at: Contact him today to order copies of the book or have them stocked at your local bookstore. He can he reached by email at
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New story excerpt: Lurleen at the Cafe o’Lay

The words weren’t coming out of Lurleen’s pen onto her purple spiral notebook with college ruled pages. She’d come in early on Tuesday, knowing that it would be slow until after seven, and she would have some writing time. Now she had time, but no words. She couldn’t bear to write down the mundane things that happened in her life, her divorce, her family’s redneck crudities, even the small dramas of the bar that sometimes ended in bloodshed. That was too real. She wanted to escape into another world, one that made more sense, where the good guys looked different from the bad guys.
She despaired, until she thought she saw someone walk through the wall of the Café O’Lay.
Lurleen stared at the wall at the corner of the bar near the bathrooms, where the old projector room had been when the café had been the concession stand at the drive-in, back when Lurleen was a little girl. It was a plain cinderblock wall, many times painted but showing every impact of bullet, chair and redneck skull. The woman had walked right through it, just like it was a beaded curtain.
The woman was chubby, dressed garb like a cross between an ancient hippie and a lingerie counter at the Salvation Army, complete with dragonfly wings that vibrated and buzzed every few seconds. Fifty-something with some wrinkles short salt and pepper hair, she could have been anyone’s old maid aunt.
“While you are deciding what you want to wish for, ” she said, “You can get me a beer. Draft. Domestic is fine.”
Lurleen’s professional manner kicked in while her brain refused to process what was going on. She grabbed a mug, filled it and handed it over. “Want a tab?”
The fairy didn’t answer at once. She was too busy sucking down the beer. When she came up for air, she said, “Sure. Now about that wish. You only get one, so think carefully. Wish for what you really want.”
Maybe I’m asleep, or this is some kind of flashback, Lurleen thought. She’d been heavy into the drug scene in college, but that was years ago. She didn’t even drink now, not even coffee, coke or sweet tea. She ran cold water over her hands at the sink and dabbed a damp towel over her face, not to get her makeup wet. She put out of her mind whatever she thought she’d seen.
The fairy quaffed the rest of her beer and held out the mug for more.
“Did you miss a turn on the interstate? The Renfaire is on the other side of Greenville. ” Lurleen took the mug and filled it back up, though she had a premonition that the beer would never be paid for, not even in fairy gold.

Mama Bear Gossips

girl rides bear
Mama Bear tells all to some listening ear while Vasalisa rides

What do you mean telling people I am manipulative? I most certainly am not. I do offer my considered advice, but people take it on their own, or to their sorrow, they don’t. I cannot make anyone do anything, any more than you can, you silly author.

So what if I did put it into Panya’s mind that she might drown the poor, misbegotten waif to better comfort the miller in his grief over losing his wife. He would surely have thought that the water monster had taken the child when she abandoned him.

Well, of course the fish abandoned him when her red hat was taken. She could not stay above water without it, and it would be foolish to drown in the air. She is sensible for a fish. And what mother, piscine though she might be, would not take her child? Leaving the child behind was not acceptable. She is no sort of decent mother. What if she does wail along the river at night? It is no concern of mine. It was an indecent marriage.

What do you mean, the child can’t breathe water? Well, due to her parentage, she has the worst of both worlds. Have you seen the webs between her toes? It’s disgusting, but she must have her feet to manage things—can’t hide those toes with decent socks or shoes, only those clogs she wears.

Yes, the first time she came here, she still had her hands, and she was so sweet, a lovely, golden-haired child, barely out of toddlerhood. The fish was clearly a bad mother, as she let this child out of her sight where she might fall into the millworks or into the pond at any moment.

I didn’t realize who she was until she came visiting that first time, and we found her asleep in the cub’s bed, sucking her webbed thumb. But Cobb fell in love with her at first sight, and when her mother abandoned her, it was simple to let her come here for comfort. Her.father had certainly gone off the deep end. I’ve hoped that she and Cobb would live here with me and take care of me in my old age.

Review of Bluff by Lenore Skomal

Bluff by Lenore Skomal

Told from both third-person about secondary characters and from Jude’s first-person voice, the story has an eerie sense that Jude’s spirit knows all, but only reveals what she knows she waits for the birth of the healthy child growing within her.  How she fell from the bluff, who called 911, how she became pregnant, and who fathered the child are the mysteries that drive this tale.  Jude is the focus of the whole village, and her fate rests entirely in their hands, while she comes to terms, both physically and metaphysically, with the consequences of her choices. Redemption is the best anyone in this story can hope for through the legal and ethical issues of what will happen to Jude’s body once the child is born.

Well-written and intriguing, it’s too dark for my taste. If you like a light, fun read, this is not for you. But if you want to question your own beliefs about the present life and the afterlife, you should read this.

Lenore Skomal
Author: Lenore Skomal

About the author: Lenore Skomal wants you to eat her books. Her passionate desire is to touch your heart, inspire you, and luxuriate in the world of the written word. She is an award-winning author with the single goal of resonating with others. Winner of multiple awards for blogging, literature, biography and humor, her catalogue spans many genres. With 30 years of writing experience, 18 books published, a daily blog and weekly newspaper column, the consistent themes in her work are the big issues of the human experience and adding depth and voice to the intricacies involved in living a multi-dimensional existence. She has won many Society of Professional Journalist awards, the Whidbey Island Writer’s Conference honorable mention for best fiction, Writer’s Digest 73rd Annual Fiction Contest, New York Public Library’s Best Books for Teens 2003, and most recently, the 2012 Next Generation Indie Book Award for humor for “Burnt Toast.,” her first anthology of her award winning humor columns. From journalism, to literary fiction, to humor and biography, her writing is consistent, if not in genre, then in message.

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Interviews, Reviews, and Giveaways: Blog tour dates

Full Moon Bites has organized a blog tour for me, though I am a bit late posting it. Follow along to read interviews, reviews and get a chance at a free tarot reading.

Dec. 10th- Identity Discovery (Review)
Dec. 11th- The Insane Writings of a Crazed Writer (Interview)
Dec. 12th- I am, indeed (Review/Giveaway)
Dec. 13th- Musings of a Writing Reader (Review)
Dec. 14th- Juniper Grove (Interview/Giveaway)
Dec. 15th- Waiting on Sunday to Drown (Book Review/Giveaway)
Dec. 16th- 1889 Labs (Guest Post)
Dec. 17th- The Book Maven (Review/Interview)
Dec. 18th- Paranormal Romance Fans For Life (Guest Post)
Dec. 19th- Crazy Four Books (Review)
Dec. 20th- My Seryniti (Review)
Dec. 21st- Laurie’s Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews (Author Interview/Excerpt/Giveaway)
Dec. 22nd- A Book Lover’s Library (Book Review)
Dec. 23rd- The Avid Reader (Excerpt/Giveaway) 

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ABG Reads Blog Tour

Maven Fairy Godmother Blog TourVisit with Charlotte and learn more about me and my adventures in Faery.  Read guest posts, book reviews and sneak peek excerpts not available on Amazon.

Come by and visit these blogs. Leave  comment. Make a wish!

November 8 Over Cuppa Tea  Balancing Order and Chaos – how magic works

November 9 Book Reviews by Dee

November 10 Amys Booket List 

November 11 A Buckeye Girl Reads 

November 12 Hanging With Bells 

November 13 My Devotional Thoughts

November 14 Truth, Beauty, Freedom and Books 

November 15 Oh, The Books You’ll Read

November 16 My Cozie Corner

November 17 Hanging With Bells 

November 18 Ramblings Of A Caffeinated Writer

Crones Rule! – A review of Maven Fairy Godmother

5.0 out of 5 stars Crones Rule!, October 14, 2012

By Darlene “Dar” (Reno, NV, United States) – See all my reviews (REAL NAME)
This review is from: Maven Fairy Godmother: Through the Veil (Kindle Edition)

I am going to read this again. There are no fairy tales for old people, well, except for this one. Ms. Babb give others, besides the pretty virgins, a chance to make wishes. I can’t tell you how many times I laughed out loud while reading this book. I can’t tell you how many times I had to read a phrase aloud just to enjoy it even deeper. Philosophy and wisdom give weight to this story that seems light-weight. This was too much fun for kids. It is fun only those with experience in the world will enjoy.

Thank you, BookRooster for offering this book for review. I loved it!