Sue Archer’s Fortune’s Shadow (Nexus Chronicles #1) — New Book Release!

Check out the new paranormal/urban fantasy book from wordsmith Sue Archer:

Fortune’s Shadow (Nexus Chronicles #1)




“You thought you could live without me…”

Jocelyn “Jinxy” Lancaster is having a horrible week. Her dream of becoming a famous indie musician is going nowhere, her day job in her tourist-friendly hometown of Bridgepoint is in danger of disappearing, and to top it all off, it’s almost the ten-year anniversary of her Mom’s death.

When her best friend Grace gives her a wish keeper to help change her luck, she decides she’s got nothing left to lose.

She’s wrong.

At first it seems like she’s on her way to getting everything she desires. Then the people close to her begin acting very strangely. She’s having trouble remembering things, and at night, she’s being haunted by dreams she can’t explain.

Then the best night of her life happens—and all hell breaks loose.

Now it’s up to Jocelyn to try and undo what she’s created and save everyone she loves from chaos and destruction. And maybe, if she’s very lucky, she can even save herself…


As Sue says —

If you like the idea of reading about

• An indie musician trying to make it big
• A magical wish gone sideways
• A secret from the past
• A small town full of fun characters
• A supernatural showdown

Then this book is for you!


Publisher: Doorway Between Worlds
Release Date: April 26, 2020
Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy


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Celebrate the Small Things! And Cover Reveal and Giveaway for Crystal Collier’s Timeless!

Celebrate the Small Things is a weekly celebration created by VikLit and now hosted by Lexa Cain to celebrate the happenings of the week, however small or large. You can learn all about it and sign up for it here. CelebrateSmallThings_Badge

The air is crisp, the leaves are turning, and it’s time to start thinking about Autumn and Halloween! This week I’m celebrating:

  1. I gave my daughter her first driving lesson, and she and I and the car emerged unscathed.
  2. That same daughter received an invitation to join the National Honor Society!
  3. I made my annual trip to IHOP to celebrate the kids going back to school!
  4. Tonight we’ll be going on a Ghost Walk Tour of the city of Burlington, VT. We’ll get to hear all about the ghostly history and spookiness of the city.


And now take a look at this gorgeous cover —







Author: Crystal Collier

Publisher: Raybourne Publishing

Series: Maiden of Time, #3

Publication: November 1, 2016

Category: Young Adult (YA)

Genre: Paranormal Historical

Time is the enemy.

In 1771, Alexia had everything: the man of her dreams, reconciliation with her father, even a child on the way. But she was never meant to stay. It broke her heart, but Alexia heeded destiny and traveled five hundred years back to stop the Soulless from becoming.

In the thirteenth century, the Holy Roman Church has ordered the Knights Templar to exterminate the Passionate, her bloodline. As Alexia fights this new threat—along with an unfathomable evil, and her own heart—the Soulless genesis nears. But none of her hard-won battles may matter if she dies in childbirth before completing her mission.

Can Alexia escape her own clock?


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Crystal Collier



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Misha Gericke’s ENDLESS Blog Tour! Setting Up a Five Year Plan

Today I’d like to welcome author Misha Gericke! She’s here to talk about how she decided to set up a five year plan to reach her publishing and writing career goals. And what an ambitious plan it is!

Here’s Misha —

Setting up a five year plan

Late 2013, I decided to set a five year goal. I was frustrated with my day-job at the time, so it seemed sensible enough that I would want to make a living off my writing. But then, I realized that saying “Earning a living as a writer” doesn’t exactly give me something concrete to aim for.

Before I could take aim, though, I had to be more specific. I had to decide what I really wanted to achieve. See, the truth was that writing was my coping mechanism, but I had been wasting my time instead of writing. I wanted to change that. AND on top of that, I wanted to make a living.

Doing that, I took stock of all the books I wanted to write at the time and came to 26 books. And with that, I formed the idea of setting a very high monthly income goal in order to encourage myself to 1) be more productive and 2) maintain high standards at the same time.

Next, I set out a plan. A timeline, if you will, where I marked down everything I need to do over the next five years in order to publish all of those books.

Sounds good enough in theory, but how am I actually doing?

Well. I’ve spent the first two years mostly drafting, but I published the first two of my books. I’m hoping to publish a few more this year in addition to Endless. Being year 3, this is the year where I need to find some sort of momentum. Since Endless is my first book for the year, I’ll only really be able to know.

That said, I think I’m doing well so far.

Sales from my first two books are already enough to pay for publishing their sequel. Which means I’m already that much less reliant on my day-job’s income to keep publishing.

More than that, though, I’m just plugging away, hopefully able to publish at least two more books this year.

Do you have a five year goal? Do you have a plan? How is it going?


Here’s Misha’s latest release!

Endless for Web


About the Book

First, do no harm.” Blake Ryan swore that oath to become a doctor. Ironic, given that he spent most of his thousand year life sucking souls out of other immortals.  Things are different now. Using regular shots of morphine to keep his inner monster at bay, Ryan has led a quiet life since the Second World War. His thrills now come from saving lives, not taking them.  Until a plane crash brings Aleria into his hospital. Her life is vibrant. Crack to predators like him. She’s the exact sort of person they would hunt, and thanks to a severe case of amnesia, she’s all but defenseless.  Leaving Aleria vulnerable isn’t an option, but protecting her means unleashing his own inner monster. Which is a problem, because his inner monster wants her dead most of all.

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About the Author 

Misha Gerrick Author Pic Misha Gerrick lives near Cape Town, South Africa, and can usually be found staring at her surroundings while figuring out her next book.

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This had to be what dying felt like. Floating outside my body, waiting for that final link to my life to be severed, only vaguely aware of indescribable pain. More screams than I could count rose up around me. Hundreds of footsteps beat against tiles. I couldn’t open my eyes if I wanted to. Not when it was easier to listen and wait. People shouted for a doctor or an IV, or a thousand other things that made no sense. I listened to all the chaos, trying to untangle it in my thoughts.

Soon, I could go. The peace around me was so relaxing, completely out of place in the clamor I heard. I wanted it. To rest forever in that peace. Why not? There was a very good reason, but I couldn’t call it to mind.

A numb buzz shot through my body and shattered my serenity.

It happened again. Only this time was more of a sharp pulse. The third time jolted like lightning. The fourth…Hell. Suddenly, the screams were coming from me. My heart’s relentless thundering added to my torment.



My chest burned like fire. It hurt to breathe. Cold air drove down my throat and into my lungs, amplifying the inferno in my chest. My skin felt scorched. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t right.

I had to see. I had to understand why pain dominated my existence like this. My eyes were fused shut. My breaths grew shallow, trying to draw air when there was none. I tried to clench my teeth. I bit hard plastic. A pipe. Cold air suddenly forced back into my lungs, out of time with my own breathing. This was wrong. It wasn’t safe. I had to see. The best I got was a little fluttering of my lashes.

A high-pitched beep shot through my head. It repeated again and again. I wanted to reach over and slam my fist into its source. My arm wouldn’t lift. Something kept it trapped. A scream rose up from the depths of my soul, but the pipe jammed inside my throat stifled the sound. I only managed a whimper, trying my best not to gag. More air blasted into my lungs against my will. What was going on? I was trapped in my own body, but why?

I needed to move. I had to move. Now. Before… Even… Even though… Panic gripped me. The beeps increased at a frenetic pace. I needed to move. To be gone. Didn’t matter where. Just not here. Not defenseless. Not trapped.

The air sucked out of my lungs. I gasped, choking on nothing, strangled by invisible fingers. I tried to convulse my body. To twist myself free of what’s holding me.


The air rushed back in a cold flood. Seconds later it left, only to return in the same amount of time.

There was a rhythm to the air. In… out… in… out… The breaths were slow—sleep-like. I concentrated on this rhythm, striving to clear my head. If I wanted out, I needed to think. Calmly. Clearly. Eventually, those irritating beeps slowed. I tried to focus past the sound.

Voices buzzed about me, adding to my need to see, to do something to protect myself. No one seemed to pay attention to me. Good. I could use that to my advantage.

I centered my every thought on moving my little finger. It finally jerked, but collided against something solid. So the thing trapping my arm was physical and too heavy for me to lift. It was better to be trapped than paralyzed. With luck I could escape my restraints. I tried my other hand, but it was cemented stuck as well. Right leg. Left leg. Damn it! Both trapped. I had to move!


No, I needed to stay calm. I tried to make larger movements, biting the pipe in my mouth against the urge to scream in pain. There was no wiggle room.

Fearing that I might be blindfolded, I focused on blinking. It worked. My eyes opened and the blur faded, revealing ceiling tiles. Why would there be tiles? Where was the canvas of hospital tents? The distant sounds of bombs dropping? The power of their explosions rushing through my blood?

No. That wasn’t right. I wasn’t there.

Where was I, then?


Thanks so much for stopping by, Misha!