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The Media Kit will be updated to include GRAVE REACH shortly.
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Lesley Chase fought her way free from an abusive marriage, thanks to Coventina Circle. After her ex-husband’s murder, she took a sabbatical to study yoga, meditation, and dreamwalking in Costa Rica. A passionate affair with Sam Pierce helped her self-confidence and healing, but she insisted they break all contact when she returned to New York. She’s stunned when she runs into Sam, who has an office in the same building as her therapist. He convinces her it’s just a weird coincidence, and he won’t try to rekindle their passion. But when Lesley’s dreamwalking crosses into dangerous territory, and her ex-husband starts stalking her from beyond the grave, Sam is determined to set her free, once and for all. Of course, Sam has a few dark secrets of his own, on both sides of the veil . . .
Excerpt from GRAVE REACH:
“Speaking of training,” Lesley finally said, pulling them back on track. “I think it’s time we discussed ours.”
Sam would have preferred to do this after dessert, but he had the sense Lesley wouldn’t be put off. He was proud of her for sticking to her purpose. “I’m happy that the strength you grew into in Costa Rica remains.”
“Thanks.” She blushed and looked down at her plate for a minute.
He wondered what she was thinking, what she remembered. Was it about him, or about her ex-husband?
“Training.” She looked up again, meeting his eyes. “We never talked much about your path when we were together.”
“I didn’t feel I had much to say.”
“You listened to me talk about Coventina Circle enough.”
“They were vital in growing your strength to leave your husband,” said Sam. “They’re your friends. They love you. You love them. You tapped into them and did remote work with them often while you were away. It was part of growing your practice.”
“You helped with that,” said Lesley. “You were my anchor.”
“I was glad to help,” said Sam.
“You never asked much about us or our practices.”
“I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”
“I thought you were being kind, considerate.” She gave him a little smile. “You were, I know you were. My perspective on that hasn’t shifted. But I assumed you weren’t pagan. That you weren’t particularly interested in religion, even though you’re deeply spiritual.”
“You let me assume.”
“I did,” Sam admitted.
“Looking back, I realize only someone who understood our practices would understand about not discussing specifics about circle work.”
Again, Sam nodded. Saying less would serve better than a rambling explanation.
“But you’re not Wiccan.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Were you trained in one of the Wiccan traditions and then grew away from it?”
“But you’ve studied magic. You understand ritual. You follow a path.”
“Yes.” Sam signaled the waitress. “Do you want dessert?”
“I-” Lesley sighed. “The chocolate mousse.”
“Two,” said Sam.
“I’m answering your questions.”
“As though you’re on the witness stand in a trial.”
Sam smiled. “Force of habit. My consulting work puts me on the stand in trials more often than I’d like.”
GRAVE REACH releases from Bluestockings and Gentlemen Press on December 5, 2019 For $3.99 via multiple digital channels. Universal buy link here.
Amanda Breck’s complicated life gets more convoluted when she finds the body of Lena Morgan in Central Park, identical to Amanda’s dream. Detective Phineas Regan is one case away from retirement; the last thing he needs is a murder case tinged by the occult. The seeds of their attraction were planted months ago, when Phineas investigated an attack on Amanda’s friend Morag. Now, fate is determined to draw them close. But can they work together to stop a wily, vicious killer, or will the murderer destroy them both?
He was almost back at the Henry Hudson Parkway, looking forward to finishing his paperwork and going off-shift, when his phone rang. He had it plugged into the dashboard for hands-free driving and glanced at the Caller ID. Amanda Breck. Why would she call him at this hour?
She didn’t let him get a word in edgewise, her fears tumbling out in a rush, finding a body in the park, knowing it looked bad for her. When she finally paused, he said what he knew she needed to hear, “I’m on my way.”
Phineas saw her as he walked the curve of the path, sitting on a bench. Head down, but back straight. Her booted feet lined up, exactly beside each other, bare hands clasped in her lap. Cops and crime scene technicians moved with efficiency, doing their jobs,cracking the quiet joke.
He recognized the two Homicide detectives immediately: Manuela Ortiz and Jerome Wilkins. It didn’t matter how overworked they got, or how deep the circles under their tired eyes–they never missed a trick. Wilkins was a tall, muscular African-American man. His gleaming, shaved head was under a fedora in the cold February air. Ortiz, shorter, sturdier, wore a bright red woolen hat and gloves, no doubt knitted by her mother, who ran a yarn store in one of the boroughs.
“Regan.” Wilkins greeted him.
“Nice film noir look you got going.” Phineas gestured to the hat with his cigarette.
“Don’t get ash on the crime scene.”
Phineas took a final, long drag before he stubbed the cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe and slid the butt into his pocket. Wilkins gave him a half-smile.
“She told us she called you,” said Ortiz.
“She was a victim of an assault I caught last year.”
“What’s your sense of her?”
“Intelligent, resourceful, strong. Doesn’t take shit from anyone.”
“She found a body.” Wilkins gestured to the crime scene techs. “Said she was walking in the park because she couldn’t sleep. At this hour.”
“She has martial arts training. That’s what saved her when she was attacked last fall.”
“So she was looking for trouble?” Wilkins raised an eyebrow.
“No. But if she was here at that hour, I’m sure there was a reason.”
“She said she saw the body on the ground, and thought the victim was injured. She called 9-1-1 and then went over to help,” Ortiz added. “When she rolled the body over, she realized the woman was dead. And that she knew her. Met her yesterday at the Edgar Clarence Franklin Museum a few blocks over.”
Phineas breathed out a curse.
“Yup,” said Wilkins. “There’s something she’s not telling us. I’m hoping she’ll tell you.”
Published by Bluestockings and Gentlemen Press in October 2018. $3.99 Universal Buy Link.
Bonnie Chencko knows books change lives. But she never expected her life to change because she happened to duck into a small bookshop in Greenwich Village on a rainy late November night. She’s attracted to Rufus Van Dijk, the mysterious man who owns the bookshop in his ancestors’ building. A building filled with family ghosts, who are mysteriously disappearing. It’s up to Bonnie and her burgeoning Craft powers to rescue the spirits before their souls are lost forever.
“I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” Amanda reminded her.
“Jake said something happened at the bookstore.”
“Rufus’s? What was Jake doing there?”
Bonnie looked at her. “I know. That’s what I want to find out.”
“Call the–” Amanda started.
“–bookstore,” they finished together. Bonnie nodded. “I am.”
She dialed the number. It rang twice before Adam picked up. “Mathias Hendrik Books, good afternoon.”
“Adam? It’s Bonnie.”
“Oh. Hi.” Adam didn’t sound happy to hear from her.
“Can I speak to Rufus?”
“He’s not here.”
“Can you tell me where he is? I got a weird message.” Bonnie decided not to tell Adam that it was from Jake, not Rufus.
Adam sighed, so deep and heavy it shook down the transmission. “Rufus is at the police station. They found the body of his ex-girlfriend in a dumpster around the corner.”
Witchcraft, politics, and theatre collide as Morag D’Anneville and Secret Service agent Simon Keane fight to protect the Vice President of the United States — or is it Morag who needs Simon’s protection more than the VP?
Witch and theatre professional Morag D’Anneville is annoyed when she’s assigned to dress the conservative Vice President as he makes a surprise appearance in his favorite Broadway show. Even more irritating, she has to teach Agent Simon Keane, part of the security detail, the backstage ropes in preparation. A strong attraction flares between them which they both recognize is doomed, and Simon must also fight his superior’s prejudice that Morag’s beliefs make her a threat to the Vice President. When Morag is attacked, Simon’s loyalties are torn between protecting the man he’s sworn to protect, and protecting the woman he loves.
The man’s knife flashed in the glow of the streetlight. Morag kicked
at him and scrambled away as he lunged for her. She stumbled, but managed to put more distance between her and the attacker. She grabbed the lid of a trashcan to use as a shield.
A couple out for an evening stroll stopped and watched the fight, mouths open. They stood directly in Simon’s line of fire. “Move!” he ordered. They turned and stared at him, at the gun, like deer in headlights. He saw Morag twist, avoiding the attacker’s next thrust. Simon stepped forward and shoved the couple out of the way. “Get out of here before you get hurt!”
The woman screamed, grabbed the man’s hand, and they ran.
“Drop the knife! Drop it or I’ll shoot!”
The attacker and Morag continued their jerky dance. If Simon fired,
he risked hitting her. He needed to position himself to get a clear shot. She was trapped between the garbage cans and the iron railing.
The attacker charged again and Morag squirmed to one side. His knife scraped the plastic lid. Morag grabbed the lid off another can and threw it at him, left- handed. It hit him and bounced. He took a step back.