New Book by Author Sandra Cox

Just in time for the ghostly holiday…

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Blurb:
Caitlin King can’t believe that her shopaholic cousin actually bought two ghosts off of eBay. But she can’t ignore the truth when she starts seeing sexy Liam O’Reilly, who’s been dead for over a hundred years. He’s a fascinating specter, and the more time Caitlin spends with him, the closer they become—sending them both spiraling into a star-crossed tailspin. No matter how desperately they long for each other, there’s just no future with a guy who’s already stopped breathing.

Warning: Contains ghosts and shopaholics.

Bio:
Multi-published author Sandra Cox writes YA Fantasy, Paranormal and Historical Romance, and Metaphysical Nonfiction. She lives in sunny North Carolina with her husband, a brood of critters and an occasional foster cat. Although shopping is high on the list, her greatest pleasure is sitting on her screened in porch, listening to the birds, sipping coffee and enjoying a good book. She’s a vegetarian and a Muay Thai enthusiast.

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Where to find Author Sandra Cox and her books…

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And there’s a GIVEAWAY! Info listed on Sandra’s blog…

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Check Out Romance Suspense Novel – TOXIC

Introducing the latest book release by my friend, Author Debra Jupe.

Nothing gets the blood flowing like romantic suspense.

And. This. Looks. Good…

To Find the Truth She’ll Have to Defeat His Darkness

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Welcome, Debra Jupe.

“I’d like to say a special thank-you to my dear friend, Lorelei Buckley for allowing me to highjack her blog and announce my newest suspense release, Toxic.”

My pleasure. Please tell us about your inspiration for Toxic.

“Toxic is my first full-length manuscript. I started writing seriously in 2004. I lived in Columbus, Texas a small, picturesque town seventy miles east of Houston. Columbus is my inspiration for the story’s setting.

During that time, I was employed at a wholesale nursery. My story takes place in a nursery, patterned after where I worked. The heroine, Gracie Desoto’s personality is closest to mine. She lives on a river. The Colorado River runs through Columbus, and another inspiration, sans the alligators.”

This is your first completed manuscript, yet you have two novels published before Toxic. Can you share some backstory on the publishing process?

“I completed this manuscript in 2008. I set it aside and left it alone for several years. I moved on, wrote, Echoes in the Wind and Tomorrow Doesn’t Matter Tonight then I was ready go back to Toxic. After major revisions, I sent the work to my editor, and received a go several weeks later.”

Thanks for joining me here. I’m always interested in the conception of a story.

“I’m excited to announce its publication. I hope you’ll give it a read.”

Count me in!

Blurb:
Landscaper Gracie Desoto is too busy building her business to worry about her love life. Until she receives news her ex-husband is getting remarried, and she meets the enigmatic Ethan McCarthy. Despite the warning bells, Grace can’t deny her attraction to the much younger man.

Ethan McCarthy is a man on the mission. His job keeps him on his toes, plus he’s dealing with personal issues he can’t figure out. He doesn’t have room in his life for a romance, until an encounter with the adorable Gracie changes his mind.

In a whirlwind weekend of missing plants and a murder with Ethan as a possible suspect, Gracie is determined to solve the mystery and clear her man. Together, they head down a darkened path into an unknown where they may not survive.

Is their love toxic, or is it worth the risk?

Excerpt:
“A model employee, that’s what you are. I’ll tell Mike to give you a raise.” Gracie abruptly broke their connection. “Thank you for the dance. Now excuse me.” She whipped around on the slick floor. One leg slid in front of her, while the other slipped behind. She struggled to regain her poise and not perform the splits in front of the entire nursery industry.

Rough hands glided over her bare arms to steady her. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She didn’t bother to look in his direction as he set her back on her feet.

“Might want to go easy on the margaritas.”

She ignored his recommendation. Though grateful for stability, she wanted to get away from Ethan McCarthy pronto. She stood in mid-indignation not sure of her next move. Everyone seemed occupied, and she had no place to go. The bar caught her eye. The hell with his suggestion. Tonight the section of the restaurant was her only true friend.

A large hand encircled her forearm. “Easy, Ms. D.” Ethan pulled her to him. “It’s an observation. I need to know the feelings weren’t mutual.”

“Mutual feelings? With Reed? Why would you want to know that?”

His lips curved. “’Cause, I prefer not to make a move if you’re otherwise involved.”

“Make a move?”

“I’m pretty sure you understand the concept, but in case you don’t.” He brushed his mouth against hers, then smiled. “Consider yourself hit on.”

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Drinkable Wine Labels

I’m heading off to another haunted hotel soon, and stopped in the wine section at my local grocery store for a bottle of Pinot to take with me on the trip. I’m not a big drinker, so I’m not very adventurous when it comes to alcohol. I find a favorite and stick with it.

However, if I selected wines based on their labels, there’s a good possibility I would be drunk a lot. Look at these beauties…paranormal, Sci-fi, weird, cutesy, you name it…

Asylum Wine

Black Hole Wine (LOVE)

Caricature Wine

Dark Horse Wine

Divining Wine (AWESOME)

Dream Wine

Educated Wine (ANOTHER FAVORITE)

First Wine

The Gift Wine (Paranormal)

Girly Girl Wine (Pink Hair!)

Gnarly Head Wine (Gnarly)

Handprint Wine (GHOSTLY)

Petit Wine (Anything Elephants)

PLungerhead Wine

The Red Room Wine

Repeat Offender Wine
(Well behaved women rarely make history – Marilyn Monroe)

Sin Wine

Sisterhood Wine (Girl Power!)

Spellbound Wine (Speaks for itself)

Octopus Wine
(Doesn’t get cooler than a giant, red octopus)

Castle Wine (Dracula lives in a castle)

Hard to choose a favorite, but for me, in Third Place: Divining Rod. Second Place: Educated Guess. First Place: Black Hole.

By the way, if you have a chance, author interviews go nicely with a glass of wine –
Author Spotlight Interview

Tuesday Tease

If I had an alter ego, she’d look something like this…

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She’d probably be the type to spill wine on a completed manuscript, without flinching. The cost of printer ink bothered her the same as the mole on her abdomen. She wasn’t crazy about it, but she learned to accept it.

And in light of the Batman cape, I’d bet she’d be braver than me. She’d wear high heels with shorts, be the first to jump on a Karaoke stage, and even order spaghetti while in her favorite, white, form-fitting dress.

She might also offer an early introduction of her next sensual, paranormal mystery novel…

Medium Crossing Tease

By the way, this isn’t the cover… She wouldn’t do that…

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Lighthouse: Midnight Road

My latest release is here! Lighthouse is the first in the Midnight Road series (each book is a standalone, too). Residents on this long stretch of asphalt are united by an extraordinary calling, and divided by individual tales of love, lies, secrets, and uncoiling mysteries.

This story began when I joined a group of fellow authors for a box set project. We had a reasonable deadline, but with a nearly completed novel and a trip to Chicago on my plate, the due date crept up on me. Two weeks left to meet my story goal and I had no clue what to write about.

Simultaneously, someone had recommended a free phone psychic. And, well, why not?

I called the intuitive advisor named Bernard, and sorted out a few personal questions. Afterward, he said: There’s a woman. She’s someplace rural, like a ranch or a farm, and she’s alone. It’s night and she’s on a hill, crying. Oh, and she sees weird lights in the sky. Bernard questioned: Any idea who she is?

“Uh, none, whatsoever,” I said. “But do you mind if I use that premise for a novella?”

“No,” he said. “You have to write her story.”

So I did.

Initially I intended to create a series about weird places. Author Linda LaRoque suggested a continuation on the people and houses of Midnight Road. Loved the idea and when the titles broke away for independent sales, I revised, expanded, and renamed the novella.

I’m working on the next in the series, and honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had with storytelling.

Find out what’s happening on Midnight Road…

Available on Amazon!

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Excerpt:

Humming…in her ears, chest, blood. How is that possible? They’d fallen asleep, but this moment, she lay awake, startled by the strange vibration existing inside her bones.

Dominic sprung up. “Holy shit.” He massaged his forearms. “My body feels weird,” he said, half asleep.

She sat, sleeping bag creasing around her waist, veins trembling beneath her skin. “Mine, too.” The lightning bugs had retired. She strained to see through the darkness. She clicked on the flashlight, which offered little help.

The ceaseless hum came from out there, somewhere, and synced with her entire body.

Dominic wiped the dreams from his eyes. “I’ve got to see what’s going on.” He stood.

“Not without me.”

She and Dominic put on their shoes, and descended the ladder. Drew sliced the blackness with a beam of light. The two investigated the yard and shed. Nothing unusual.

“The rocks,” Dominic said. “The nucleus.”

Drew and Dominic trudged up to the boulders, plowing a path between darting raccoons and rabbits.

The humming vanished, yet she couldn’t recall hearing it end. If she had to describe what just happened, without knowing why, she’d insist the sound absorbed into the ethers or their flesh or both.

They continued on, nature crackling underfoot.

Drew aimed the flashlight at the rocks, the garage, Dominic’s car, and the Sycamore tree.

The flashlight’s yellowish ray striped the initials they’d cut into the bark earlier.

She jolted surprised by new pewter-colored indentations. She crunched across dry grass and sticks, checked the fresh marks next to their letters.

Imprints seared into the trunk.

Her heart clomped. “Dominic. What does this look like to you?” Her breath snaked in the chill.

He examined the impressions. Slack-jawed, he said, “Definitely, not human.”

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