Missing the Gift

Happy Monday everyone. Today we are starting off the week with a special book spotlight with Traci Wooden-Carlisle’s book “Missing the Gift”. She provided a sneak peek below, so please check it out. Happy reading and if you love it so far make sure to show your love by purchasing a copy.


She unlocked and opened her car door. She was about to slip in when he spoke.
“I have to confess. I had an ulterior motive for wanting to walk you to your car.”
She turned towards him but refused to look up at him. “Oh?”
“I wanted to know if you were an experienced rider, or if you will need me to stick close to you tomorrow?”
She glanced up, surprised by his social misstep, and caught the teasing light in his eyes.
“I can hold my own,” She leaned back against the car, both to put some distance between them, and to show her figure in a complimentary light.
She watched him glance down briefly then step back, piquing her curiosity.
“Why do you do that?”
“Play at teasing when you are uncomfortable.”
Play at teasing?
She was momentarily at a loss for words, but didn’t drop her act.
“Play at teasing?” She lowered her lashes and leaned closer. Why would you think I was teasing at all?”
“Because the passion never touches your eyes.” His words turned her blood to ice. “I wasn’t lying. I think you are intelligent and beautiful, but I also think you are hiding behind that beauty, in hopes that men won’t truly look at you. Why?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said lowering her lashes even further, so he couldn’t see the fear he evoked.
“It’s okay. Just know that while others’ eyes go where you guide them, I look for the truth.” He leaned only slightly closer. “And I am still searching.” He finished in a whisper.
Maddison crossed her arms in front of her. She didn’t know if it was the night air or his words that chilled her.
“Goodnight Maddison,” Ryan said, backing away from the door.
Rendered speechless, Maddison slipped into the driver’s seat and closed the door quickly. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a light tapping at the window.
She turned on the car and lowed the window a couple of inches.
“Don’t forget your seatbelt. Shauna would never forgive me if something happened to you.”
She strapped herself in, put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot without giving him another glance. She held tight to the steering wheel all the way to her destination because she was afraid her shaking hands would cause her to veer off the road.
She tried to push his words to the back of her mind until she could safely concentrate on their meaning, and pray to God she was wrong. Yes. She would definitely be spending some time in prayer.

Missing the Gift

Missing The Gift eBookHer life depends on her ability to hide her identity.
Loving him may cost her everything.

Nine years ago she was left for dead and Maddison Baer gained a life. It wasn’t her real life, but it was more than she’d had before. Pretending to care about her looks and social lifestyle was sometimes more exhausting than fun. Lying to her only real friend was hard, but if it kept her safe, she could do it.

Then there was Ryan Gramble. A man that made Maddison speechless.

Ryan has spent years running from one challenge to another. He’s come to Chandler County to face and deal with his previous traumas and come from under his family’s overprotective wing. He has used his love for horses as a way to treat himself and others with equine therapy. He prides himself on his ability to read people.
Still, he isn’t ready for Dr. Maddison Baer, with that beautiful face and those disturbingly familiar eyes…that lie.

Their attraction is instantaneous, but neither is willing to pursue what they believe is an ill-fated relationship. That is, until danger comes perilously close to Maddison and she is forced to seek refuge amongst the lights and glitter of Chandler County at Christmas. As the threat looms Ryan steps up to keep Maddison safe only to find that they are in danger of falling for one another.

Will they give in and accept the gift they’ve been denying themselves?

This inspirational interracial romantic suspense is part of the Chandler County multi-author branded series.
This standalone is my third book in this series.

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Traci Wooden-Carlisle

New Traci Wooden-Carlisle picTraci Wooden-Carlisle began writing poetry and short stories as soon as she was able to form words on paper. She used that as a way to create worlds, as well as, to communicate with God.
She began writing to publish in 2011 and enjoys writing stories that provoke thought and evoke emotions. Her desire is to draw readers into the lives of her characters and share messages of God’s love, His faithfulness and peace. The messages in her books speak to her way before they speak to her readers.
Traci lives in San Diego with her husband, David. When she isn’t writing she does some light traveling or assists people with their physical fitness, creates graphics, designs pretty things for her jewelry business and swag for authors.

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Corrupted Enchantment: When Fairy Tales Collide

Screen Shot 2019-09-29 at 3.57.12 PMFans of Once Upon A Time will be obsessed with this series!

Welcome to Enchantia, where all your favorite fairy tale characters live happily ever after… That is, until a dark spell takes over the land. 

Robin Hood: Everyone at school seemed to be scared of me. What? Had they never met someone who’d been in jail before? Whatever. I liked it that way. I didn’t need friends. I just needed to be left alone so I could get back to what I was supposed to be doing… Stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Something was getting in the way of my usual goal though. There seemed to be a spell looming about, and I knew exactly who was responsible for it– Presidential candidate, Rumpelstiltskin. 
There was also the Peter Pan problem. Now that I was back, I could tell he wanted to approach me, but there was nothing he could have done to make me forgive him. He could bat his pretty little eyes all he wanted. The ultimate betrayal wasn’t something I took lightly.

Rumpelstiltskin: I didn’t care what the three fates said about that filthy little brat, Robin Hood, being my undoing. I would spill her blood to change that destiny. Now that I had the power of the Presidency in my palms, I wouldn’t let anything stop me from achieving what I set out to do.

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C. Penticoff

Screen Shot 2019-09-29 at 3.58.10 PMC. Penticoff has always considered herself a dreamer in a world with a million opportunities.

She recalls her dream of being an author starting at the ripe age of nine years old, when a published author visited her school and empowered her to reach for the stars. It was then she realized her ability to write a great story could be something that made her shine in a world full of bright lights.

C. Penticoff began writing her first full length novel when she was 12 years old, and finally published the new and improved story September of 2017.

C. Penticoff lives in the Pacific Northwest with her two sons and husband. They are in the process of building a tiny home for their family.

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Fantastical Tales from the Lady’s Quill

Axen rattled on. “The opposition (for he never referred to the Warriors by name) will now be much less able to protect the inhabitants of this world, and you know we are running low on citizenry here for raw material. We require a new source of blood-victims for our Rites.”
His wine-embellished, pompous tones nauseated her. All these things they both knew quite well. He likes hearing himself talk in this state, she noted once again. Boredom began to seep in through her haze of wine. Although their relationship was important for Devil’s Tail purposes, right now she chafed at its bindings, though the power she wielded with Axen was not, she admitted, something to be taken lightly.
Vajti decided to escape. “I feel the need for sleep, Axen. I will see you afterward…..”

from The World that Resisted, included.


Like a touch of magic with your fiction? Need a story to read in a short period of time? This speculative fiction collection contains tales that can be read in 1 to 30 minutes. Almost instant gratification! Recommended if you like independent reads with no mainstreamed formula. Legend, myth, and fable influences.

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Wendi L. Sneden

WendiSneden795363aThe author lives in the Midwest with her family. She is a writer of poetry and speculative fiction, and has been since childhood. She is an animal lover and has three cats, a rabbit, a hamster and a garter snake as friends. Wendi spends her time writing, doing needlework, and reading widely. She also enjoys gardening and the out-of-doors. Wendi was born under the sign of Taurus, and can be reached at wsneden@gmail.com.

She received her B.A. from Michigan State University, has a black belt (Shodan) in Judo, and in other incarnations has pursued direct sales, waited tables, been employed in libraries, and been a homeschooling parent–addicted to all the gorgeous curriculum out there!

As a lover of languages, writing is a natural outlet and she does not foresee an end anytime soon.

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The Curse of the Dragon Stone


Betrayed by an ambitious traitor to The Realm and doomed to an unimaginable fate, Prince Kirin of Greynor seeks to avenge his father’s name—not knowing whether the King is alive or dead.

Cursed to live a half-life as both man and dragon, Kirin finds his situation advantageous to his cause until he stumbles upon a massacre where his boyhood friend—a Nephilim named Tyriel—lies horribly maimed and barely alive.

Upon his return to his lair, Kirin learns that he may be able to save Tyriel and restore order to The Realm through a powerful relic called The Dragon Stone. But now, with Tyriel’s life hanging in the balance and the young prince’s fate about to change, will Kirin forsake his quest for revenge and bring himself to choose love over vengeance?

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JB Richards

unnamedJB Richards is an historian and international multi-award-winning, multi-genre Amazon, Goodreads, and Xlibris author. She holds Bachelor of Arts degrees in Psychology and History.

Richards is the founder and driving force behind the Indies Helping Indies Book Review Project (IHIBRP)—which she created and initiated in April 2017 to provide qualifying Indie authors with high-quality book reviews and free promotional services, the Indieverse Resource Library (IRL)—a free online eLibrary for Indie authors and readers who wish to obtain information and guidance on a variety of book-related topics and services, the Indieverse Newsletter—a community-based, up-to-date resource for Indie authors and readers, and the #IndieBookParade—a promotional vehicle which brings Indie authors and readers together in celebration of various holidays throughout the year. Richards is also the founder of the Indie Fabs—a team of authors who are equally dedicated to offering free assistance, guidance, and support to Indie (independent) authors with the aim of building strong bonds of cooperation and fellowship within the Indie community. Richards has been a member of various author venues, such as the Authors Den, the Women Fiction Writers Association (WFWA), The International Women’s Writing Guild (IWWG), and various writing groups since 2016.

In November 2016, Richards was nominated “Top Female Author” by TheAuthorsShow.com. In April 2017, she received a nomination for “Author of the Year” in the Indie Author Books 2016 Readers’ Choice Awards. In 2017, Richards was voted Best Fantasy Reviewer in the Virtual Fantasy Con Awards. She received a nomination for the Liebster Award for her IHIBRP Book Review Blog in July 2018. In May 2019, Richards was presented with the Inspiring Muse Award—A personal achievement award bestowed on individuals who are excellent examples of different aspects of the creative community, or of humanity in general.

Richards’ multi-award-winning debut novel, “Miriamne the Magdala”—Grand Prize Winner of the 2017 Golden Quill Award—was published in 2015 after more than 20 years of extensive research into the lives and times of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene. Her reimagining of their lives together provides an intimate, yet provocative and controversial look into a relationship nourished by a rich culture, forged by ancient traditions, transformed by an insurmountable love, and threatened by a turbulent and oppressive political landscape. “The First Christmas: A Yeshua and Miri Novel Series Short”—released in December 2017–received a Golden Squirrel Independent Book Award from Book Squirrel Blog for Best Holiday Themed Novel for 2018, and her upcoming sequel, “Yeshua the Christ: The Silk Road”, is currently in production for publication in 2020.

Richards’ fantasy short story, “The Dragon’s Heir”, was included in a multi-award-winning adult fairy tale anthology called “Once Upon a Fabulous Time” that was published in December 2017. In November 2018, Richards expanded on this short story when she completed her first two fantasy novels—“The Curse of the Dragon Stone: The Dragon’s Heir Trilogy Book 1”, which was released in May, 2019, and “The Sorceress’ Vengeance: The Dragon’s Heir Trilogy Book 2”, released August 5, 2019—during her participation in NaNoWriMo2018 (National Novel Writing Month). In May 2019, “The Curse of the Dragon Stone” was selected as Top Shelf Magazine’s Indie Book Cover Award in the category of Ebook Fiction. While Richards works to complete “Magic Awakens: The Dragon’s Heir Trilogy Book 3” for release in Winter, 2019, she is also developing several other multi-genre novel series’ including her epic Heaven’s Guard Series, a Mystery series, a Sci-Fi series, and a number of illustrated books for children.

Richards is also a regular contributor to several Indie news magazine publications, including Indie Publishing News and Golden Box Books Magazine. Her books have been featured in Reader’s Choice Magazine (2016-18), Reality Bites Magazine (2017-18), Golden Box Books’ All About Love 2018 Valentine’s Day publication, Books Go Social’s 2018 Your Secret Library Holiday Magazine, and Top Shelf Magazine’s Featured Indie Discoveries (May 2019).

Richards is a lifelong resident of Manchester, New Hampshire, where she resides with her husband of 35-years, Daniel, her son, Matthew, and her three rambunctious but lovable pups, Monty, Ayden, and Spirit.

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The Beast Within-Sneak Peek

It’s another Hump Day! And, boy do I got a treat for you. Today I am doing a Book Spotlight on The Beast Within by LaVerne Thompson. She was gracious enough to provide a sneak peek for your enjoyment. So, sit back and enjoy the read…if you love it why don’t you go buy a copy :).

Sneak Peek



“Where is she?” the woman wailed.

The man clasped her to his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her, restraining her while tears streamed down his face.

She tugged at his muscular arms.

“She coming, Taabia, dey bringing her. Prepare yourself,” he warned.

The musk of his fear enveloped her. Taabia’s gaze snapped to his. “She dead?”

He hesitated then shook his head slightly.

Taabia understood what he did not say. Her daughter, her youngest child, was dying. “Let me see her, I want to see her.”

Normally at this hour, the quarters would be filled with the sounds of softly spoken conversations, even a few snores. Instead, it was as though the world stood silent vigil with Taabia and held its collective breath. A noise broke the stillness of the night and two men walked out from around the cabins.

By the light of the full moon, Taabia could see they carried a body between them.

The clothing hung off the young girl’s slender form in tatters, like it had been ripped from her. Her blood watered the dry ground with each step the men made with their burden.

Taabia’s nostrils flared, her will alone drove her fear inward, her screams were internal now. She didn’t wait for them to come to her. With the strength born of a mother needing to get to her child, she shoved away from the man restraining her and rushed to the others. She stopped the men carrying her child and gathered her into her arms. The man, her lover, the father of this girl who’d come to warn her, took the child’s legs, helping to carry some of the weight.

Taabia kissed her daughter’s bruised and bloodied face. She barely recognized her beloved features. Her tears mingling with the blood. “I got ya, I got ya,” Taabia crooned.

“Mama?” Her voice was weak and weary, sounding much like a small child, even though she’d seen fourteen summers.

“Yes, chil, I’s here.”

“I’m sorry, Mama, sorry. I shoulda listen.”28469-26

“Shh…none o’ dis your fault.”

They carried her back to the cabin and laid her on the threadbare cot in the corner. Everyone crowded in the doorway, wanting to help in any way they could.

Taabia shooed all the men out of the room. This was for the eyes of women only. Two of the women skilled in healing on the plantation came running when they’d heard about the attack. It would not be the first or the last of such an act. Even though they knew none were as skilled in Vodou or natural and unnatural arts as Taabia, a priestess of Damballah. One look at the child’s torn clothes and wounds, and they knew it was not enough.

Taabia cleansed her daughter’s body, but it had been damaged beyond even her repair. Sometimes when a soul is badly damaged, it no longer has the strength to live in the body. But it takes the body with it before it departs. This was her daughter. Taabia could see her life essence flickering and dimming where once it had been vibrant and full of enough light to brighten up a room. She shut her eyes from the painful world and never opened them again.

Her baby died in her arms that night. Instead of crying and wailing, Taabia made a blood vow. “They will pay,” she whispered, as she laid her daughter upon the funeral pyre and set the branches to flame. She stood silent watch, surrounded by her lover and the other slaves on the plantation, as the fire consumed her child’s body. She slit her palm open with a knife and dripped the blood within the flames. It sizzled as the fire consumed it. Gift given, gift received.

Taabia remained on the cot where her daughter died. She meditated for the rest of the night and the day, gathering her strength, calling upon the older gods of her motherland, the ones who hated man, the light and dark powers that be.

At midnight when the storm she’d called broke, and Jakuta the Lightning God and the others of storms ruled the skies, she left her hovel. Now the first sounds of thunder rumbled in the sky and the tears of the clouds began to fall. Taabia walked out into the night, making no effort to shield herself from the elements. In fact, she was calling them to her, their powers fueling hers. She embraced the night, letting the water soak deeply into her skin, accepting the blessings. At first, heavy clouds hid the full moon from sight, but still she called upon Arawa, Goddess of the Moon for vengeance. A sliver of its lunar light broke through, bathing her in its rays.

She stood in front of the manor house as she raised her arms and face to the sky. Lightning flashed above the house, the storm battered at her hair and clothing but she stood firm in her need. When she spoke, the wind amplified her words for all within the walls of the house to hear.

“I curse you, Clyde deNuit, and you brothers. I curse you and all you beget. Each generation one son be born. One son only. At the turn from child to man, he be ruled by the call of the full moon. You act like selfish beasts; then let you be beasts. On all fours shall you crawl the earth until the pull passes. Every cycle from moonrise to moonset, your beast will rule. Until the day you can control the beast and one of mine deem you selfish no more.”

Thunder rumbled overhead bearing her words to the heavens. The oldest of the deNuits stood at the window and watched the crazy slave woman. His brothers were passed out in their rooms down the hall, but the thunder had awoken him. He sneered at his slave daring to threaten him. He thought he’d have the overseer whip her for her bull in the morning. Meanwhile, he turned away to go back to bed with his wife, wishing he had that young slave girl again. He and his brothers had shared her between them a couple of nights ago. Thinking of the way she’d fought them made him hard all over again. Too bad she died. Well, there were more where she came from. He’d just closed his eyes when the house seemed to shake like it had been hit by lightning.

* * *

When the moon next traveled around the earth and sat in full illumination like the sun, the deNuit men dropped to all fours, growing fangs and fur, turning from men to beasts. The next morning when the sun sat high in the sky as the men woke up naked and in the fields covered in blood, they had reason to fear the witch woman’s words. But it was too late for them all. She’d taken her secrets to the grave where the overseer had put her—almost a month to the day after the master had her whipped to death.

The Beast Within

TheBeastWithinFinal-FJM_Draft2Digital_1600x2400From moonrise to moonset, the beast will rule.

Caleb’s family had a secret. One they’d held for over 300 years. One he’d reveal to save one woman’s life. Because she was the other half of his soul, even though it was her kind who condemned him to be the beast he was.

Lissette knew her family had secrets. What family in New Orleans as old as hers didn’t have family legends, most she disregarded as nonsense. Until she came across something leaving her no choice but to believe. Especially, when it meant her life… or his.

Because of the subject matter and content must be 18+
This was previously part of the Creole Nights Anthology but has been updated.

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The Author

Me2 (1)LaVerne Thompson is a USA Today Bestselling, award winning, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within and without our world. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair also a USA Today Bestselling Author.
She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain her sanity.

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