Dayna's Miracles by Lynn Spangler

Dayna’s Miracles

By

Lynn Spangler

Blurb:

She had loved. And she had lost.

Dayna Stone had lost her husband eight years earlier when their daughter, Khloe, was only four months old. She had survived the devastating loss of her husband, only to find out she’d likely lose her daughter as well to cancer.

Eddie Kringle is captivated by his beautiful neighbor and her equally beautiful daughter. Born a Magi, Eddie has issues coming to grips that Magi magic cannot cure the child, though his father, Kris, is more than capable. He and Dayna lean on each other as the days pass.

They grow closer and a bond is formed.

A tragedy befalls them on Thanksgiving. Can their love, and the intense love they feel for Khloe, be the miracle they are looking for?

Excerpt:

    

Grabbing his wallet and keys off the countertop, he exited his domicile and bounded down the stairs. By the time he reached the bottom, a sheen of sweat beaded his brow. His T-shirt clung to his back. Breathing underwater would probably be easier than sucking in the damp air.

The choice of cargo shorts and his favorite flip--‐‑flops would make excellent attire for a visit to the North Pole. Not. Like he’d wear cold weather clothes on a day hot enough to melt asphalt.

Eddie stepped into the side alley next to the apartment complex. He turned his head, which became insubstantial, light as air. His body followed, becoming a mist, blending with the moisture in the air, invisible to the naked eye.

The trip to the pole took minutes. He coalesced, twisting and spinning as his body whorled into his human form seconds before he landed at his parents’ doorstep. The blood thundered through him, his heart pounding as it did when he transformed.

Snow covered his feet, slipping between his soles and his flip--‐‑flops. Not feeling fond of the sensation, he entered the home, closing the door with a solid thud. He slid the soggy footwear off and wiped his feet on the mat. A sigh passed his lips when he stepped onto the heated floor.

“Wow. Two visits in one month. What did we do to deserve this?” said a sarcastic voice from behind Eddie.

He turned and glared at Barry the elf. Eddie nearly had two solid feet on Barry so he crowded the elf and loomed over him. To his credit, Barry stood toe‐‑to‐‑toe with him, staring directly into his eyes, not giving an inch. To irritate the little person, he ruffled Barry’s curling black hair, much like he’d do to a four‐‑year‐‑old.

Barry slapped his hand away. “Knock it off.”

“What are you gonna do? Kick me in the shin?”

Eddie yelped when Barry did just that. Unlike the stories one hears at Christmas, elves don’t wear slipper‐‑like shoes that curl at the end. They wear steel--toed work boots.

Eddie hopped on one leg while holding his sore shin. “You little jerk. I was joking.”

Barry’s laughter reverberated around the foyer. He spun on his heel, murmuring, “I wasn’t.”

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About the Author:

             I live in South Central Pennsylvania with my husband and daughter. My son serves his country in the US Navy.

            My parents instilled a love of reading into my brother and me at an early age. I’ve been known to have my nose buried in a novel.

            When not writing, I’m watching television. Most likely sports or shows like American Pickers, Wheeler Dealers, Rizzoli and Isles, or Major Crimes.

PARANORMAL BLOG TOUR - Margo Bond Collins - Sanguinary

Detective Cami Davis and her sexy, cowboy-turned-vampire informant are all that’s standing between humanity and monsters who would rule the world—and all that’s standing between them having a torrid love affair is the fact that he’s an enemy of humanity. THROUGH DARKEST TEMPTATION When Dallas police detective Cami Davis joined the city’s vampire unit, she planned to use the job as a stepping-stone to a better position in the department. She didn’t know then what she knows now: A silent war rages between humans and their supposedly pacified predators, and the vampires are winning. With the clock running out on her kind, Cami will do whatever she must to defeat the “Sanguinary.” Enter Reese Fulton, a disaffected ex-cop and a vampire. She can’t exactly trust him, but with his cowboy boots and good-ole-boy drawl he’s the perfect beard for Cami’s fledgling undercover operation. Yet playing Reese’s Claimed—a vampire’s personal bloodgiver—isn’t as straightforward as she was led to believe. His bite is as enthralling as his dimpled smile, and soon Cami is wondering which will pose more of a challenge: subduing the enemies of humanity...or her own desire. _____________________________________________ Buy Links Boroughs Publishing Amazon Barnes & Noble All Romance Smashwords Paperback _____________________________________________ Excerpt “Are you looking, Garrett?” the small one asked. “Maybe.” He smiled at her, his voice playful. My stomach curdled at the intimacy I heard there—and at the realization that my partner hadn’t fully briefed me on what to expect tonight. “Your friend doesn’t like it when you flirt,” the taller one said. I glared at her. Vampires should not know more about me than I do. “I’ll have to see that she gets over it,” a voice drawled from behind me. I whipped my head around in time to see a man standing up from a barstool behind me. I hadn’t even noticed he was there. God knows how I could have missed him. He wore jeans and a dark blue button-down shirt. He had on dark brown cowboy boots, and as he turned away from the bar, he picked up a black felt cowboy hat from the seat next to him, placing it on his head. On anyone else, I might have assumed that the hats and boots were an affectation. On him, they looked perfect. He was utterly beautiful, with bright green eyes and dark hair that curled down to barely brush the back of his collar. I am undercover, I reminded myself sternly. Here to do a job. When Garrett caught my gaze in his, flicking his glance toward the cowboy vamp, it was all I could do to keep from sighing aloud. Would it have killed my partner to be a little more descriptive when he briefed me? Of course that was the vampire cowboy I had to get close to tonight. No making eyes at the informants, Cami. But damn, he was hot. “Nice scars.” His gaze skimmed along my bared shoulder. “Thanks,” I said, almost breathless. And I am absolutely not attracted to vampires. I could keep telling myself that.       _____________________________________________ About the Author Margo Bond Collins writes urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She lives in Texas with her daughter and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them. _____________________________________________ Connect with Margo Newsletter: https://confirmsubscription.com/h/d/03A21E5E161401F0 Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/margobondcollins Email: MargoBondCollins@gmail.com Website: http://www.MargoBondCollins.net Blog: http://www.MargoBondCollins.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/MargoBondCollin @MargoBondCollin Google+: https://plus.google.com/116484555448104519902 Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/vampirarchy Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/MargoBondCollins Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/mbondcollins/ Tsu: http://www.tsu.co/MargoBondCollins _____________________________________________  

PARANORMAL BLOG TOUR - DUGAN'S CREEK

Blurb A devastated Heather Stone is driving eight hundred miles to cry on her sister’s shoulder, after her boyfriend of three years has dumped her. He needed space! Our sex life is boring! You need to find the passion that’s been lost! “Well, screw you!” she yells, just as her overheated car, pings, coughs, and shudders to a stop on a deserted road by the Arizona eastern border. Could anymore happen to her? She grabs her purse and starts walking. The sign Dugan’s Creek, leads her to an oasis of lush foliage and rushing water to cool off her blistered feet. The sun starts to set and Heather is thinking this might not have been the smartest move. Moving shadows and night sounds from the brush lets Heather know she isn’t alone at Dugan’s Creek.

Excerpt “Space?” Heather asked slowly. “Look…” Steve stopped, running his hand through his hair. “Yea - space.” “No, please,” Heather said, folding her arms across her chest, “continue with what you were going to say.” Steve plopped down on the Ethan Alan black leather, no-armed straight back chair. “It’s us, Heather. We’ve been together for more than three years and…and, well it’s just not fun anymore.” She took her Liz Claiborne suit jacket off and carefully hung it on a dining room chair. “Well excuse me if one of us needs to play the part of an adult.” “Christ, Heather, we never go out. This is October! We have had to back out of 2 different Halloween parties because you have unexpected obligations. Don’t you remember our plan? I was going as the werewolf and you were going to be Little Red Riding Hood?” He watched as her face turned angry. “Couldn't you just tell them, 'Sorry, I’ve got plans?” “Not if I want to get somewhere in this company! I thought you were with me on this?” She started pacing. “It’s all make believe, Steve. It used to be fun to pretend, but we have to grow up. You…you have to grow up!” http://www.amazon.com/Dugans-Creek-ebook/dp/B00EP5F2GS www.pennystales.com www.pennyestelle.blogspot.com http://www.amazon.com/Penny-Estelle/e/B006S62XBY https://twitter.com/Pennystales http://www.facebook.com/pennystales http://www.pinterest.com/pennyestelle I have a newsletter that goes out for new releases or sales. If you would like to be notified please sign up @ http://eepurl.com/388Xr

PARANORMAL BLOG TOUR - How 'Bout a Ghost Story by M.S. Kaye

Born from Death series - Haunted Blog Tour

Ghost stories—what better inspiration for character names can there be? Follow this tour to find the background for the character names of the Born from Death series.

Kate Raynham nèe Morgan

Kate is a modern woman married to a man who died in 1890. She sheltered her daughter in order to protect her, to save her from the pain she’s lived through her entire life.

The inspiration for the name:

“The Hotel del Coronado is a stunning Victorian beachfront resort hotel in the very southern California city of Coronado, just south of San Diego. It was only four years open when a beautiful young woman named Kate Morgan checked in on November 24th, 1892. She was apparently very ill for the time she spent at the hotel, and it was later speculated she had taken a large dose of quinine in an effort to induce miscarriage of an unwanted child. That she was distraught there was little argument, so when she was found on the outside steps leading to the beach on November 29th, with a single bullet hole in her temple and a gun nearby, the death was quickly ruled a suicide. From that point on, strange phenomena have been reported at the hotel: strange noises, lights flickering on and off, and even the occasional ghostly woman in Victorian garb wandering the halls.” ~www.listverse.com

 

Awaken from Death

Book 2 of the Born from Death series

The only emotion Ilona can muster is anger for the death of her mother. Barely engaged in life, she focuses all of her energy on finding and punishing her mother’s killer.

Since Ilona can see ghosts, Archer has to find unique ways to hide while watching over her. When Ilona is in danger of being mauled by a dog, he desperately tries something that shouldn’t be possible. And yet he succeeds. This is just the beginning of his discovery of who—what—he truly is.

Lettie continues to interact with Ilona, her one friend, even when a Messenger warns her. Eventually, Lettie remembers the ancient connection Archer and Ilona share, as well as her part in the punishment Archer bore as a result of that connection.

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Strong as Death

Book 1 in the Born from Death Series

Ilona runs from her sheltering mother in order to find the truth, why she’s seeing people who are invisible to everyone else. A mysterious boy named Archer guides her through Brooklyn and introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be her father—though he died in 1890. Ilona must discover not only what she must do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and powerful spirit, but also what it means to be half ghost. She proves what her mother told her—love is stronger than death.

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Author Bio:

M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.

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Sneak Peek at Awaken from Death:

The blond boy didn’t walk up to a urinal or into one of the stalls, or even up to the mirror. He stood in the middle of the room.

Invisible, Lettie watched curiously.

Something moved backward away from him. Out of him.

She recognized Archer’s shiny black hair and strong frame even before she could see his face.

She gasped. But ghosts can’t inhabit people.

The blond boy shook his head and looked around. “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” Archer murmured so the boy wouldn’t hear.

Lettie stared at both of them.

The blond boy turned, leaned his hands on the counter, and looked at himself in the mirror…not the way people usually looked at themselves. It was more like he was trying to see something more than was in the reflection.

Archer watched him, as if waiting for him to see something.

Then Lettie understood. Archer hadn’t merely inhabited the boy—he’d possessed him. But there were only a couple ways that’d be possible—if he were half ghost, or if he…

A memory struck Lettie like a horse galloping across a battlefield. An ancient memory. Lettie had been around since the beginning of time on Earth, but most of those thousands of years she let slink around the crevices of her mind. It was mostly just walking the bridge with the newly deceased. There were a few memories, though, that burned into her every time she let herself pull them forward. And burned was precisely the right word.

She knew—or rather, remembered—why Archer would never leave Ilona.

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Lions and Tigers and . . . Elephants

Have you ever seen a gourd at the market and thought...that's an elephant?

Well, I see things and think that's an easy elephant.

All I had to do was paint it and then glue on some wiggly eyes.

And then I took some construction paper and cut out the ears.

And then I glued them...

And then I had to find a pumpkin for the body of my elephant

And then I stuck the head on the body with some bamboo skewers

Maleficent

If you want to make an inexpensive diabolical Disney diva, here's how:

Simple take some pipe insulation - which you can buy at your local home remodeling center

And slit it up the side.

Then slip some wire up inside to form it and use duct tape to attach it to a headband.

 Then you can thicken the "horns" with more pipe-wrapping and wrap it in duct tape.

Then either use a swimming cap or slip a baggie over your hair and cover it in duct tape.

You can touch up the widow's peak by using makeup. You can also highlight your cheekbones to accent them. Then simply add a black cape and some wings.

And wah-lah...Maleficent