Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Meet Jude Ouvrard & Check out LOST & RICH, Contemporary Romance

by Jude Ouvrard

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

BLACKHEART by Raelle Logan--Historical Romance--"No Memory of his Past..."

by Raelle Logan

Monday, August 21, 2017

Paranormal Romances OUTREACH by Dariel Raye and CIMMERIAN SHADE Box Set are on tour!

Promo Tour for 
OUTREACH by Dariel Raye

Friday, August 18, 2017

Regency Romance with SCANDAL'S CHILD by Pamela Gibson

by Pamela Gibson

Thursday, August 17, 2017

LOVE ON FIRE--Six Romances from Best Selling Authors

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Meet Monique DeVere and Check Out Book One of the Sexiest Eye Candy Series, ETHAN'S TEMPORARY FLING

Meet my guest Monique DeVere and check out Book One of the Sexiest Eye Candy Series, ETHAN'S TEMPORARY FLING

He’s so sexy he has the title to prove it!

Super-hunky, weight-loss celebrity Ethan Stone brings out Dr. Karis Van de Burke’s inner bad-girl. To prove it, when Ethan accepts the challenge to persuade the sassy, love-rejected cosmetic surgeon to appear as a guest on his show, she ends up inviting him into her bed for one night of guilty pleasure instead.

Used to women throwing themselves at him boobs first, Ethan knows his way around every female erogenous zone, but the sizzling chemistry he has with Karis blindsides him. Soon he’s convincing her to extend their one-night to another ... and another ... and...

Karis can’t resist! Yet, if Ethan discovers her secret, he’ll ditch her as fast as her ex-fiancé had – but really, what could go wrong in a one-week tangle-free affair?

Ethan Stone.
The reason his name seemed familiar was that his producers had been hounding her to agree to appear on a segment on his health and weight loss show. They claimed to want the sisters to try to mend their relationship so Andie could have closure.
Karis knew better than to put herself within arm’s reach of her sister.
The doorbell rang.
Karis puffed out a delicious sigh of relief and binned the carton. At eight p.m., it could only mean one thing.
“Thank the Lord—dinner.”
“What did you order?” Her mum’s chastising tone filtered into her ear. “Nothing unhealthy, I hope.”
“It’s usually a surprise. A few times a week my friend from the deli drops by with food. She knows I hardly have time to shop and takes pity on me.”
Karis practically bounded to the front door. She was star-ving. She yanked open the door, ready to devour whatever mouth-watering yumminess was on the other side and nearly dropped the phone.
Her mouth fell open. She blinked, unable to believe her eyes. For sure, something yummy stood before her, but not hers to devour—not that she wouldn’t have equally welcomed dinner in this form. She let her gaze roam down then back up again.
Ethan Stone—he of the title Sexiest Eye Candy To Lust After—towered outside her door. He was tall, far taller than she imagined from his magazine photo. At five-foot-eight—eleven in heels—she looked most men in the eye, but to do the same with Ethan Stone she had to tip her chin six inches.
She must have conjured some kind of freaky fantasy after snagging her own copy of the gossip magazine. Because there was no way Ethan Stone would be standing outside her door at eight-o-five at night in a dinner suit holding a single white rose as he unleashed that incredible smile. Karis glanced behind her to where she’d left the magazine, then back at him.
“Karis Van de Burke?” His deep intonation did something strange to her solar plexus. Made it quiver.
“Darling? Are you still there?” Her mum’s voice was an unwelcome intrusion.
“I’ll call you back, Mum.” She cut the call without taking her eyes off the man in front of her. He was striking, with a straight-edged aquiline nose, chiselled features so even and appealing she couldn’t stop staring. His hair was a lighter brown than his photo depicted, but his eyes ... those eyes were just as remarkable. Dark-blue rings surrounded the vivid blue irises, creating a contrast, which added a mysterious air that surely made him stand out in a crowd.
“Yes, I’m Karis Van de Burke.” She cleared her throat. What was up with her voice?
“I’m Ethan Stone.”
“I know who you are.” She tucked the phone behind her back so he wouldn’t notice her slight nervous tremor. “Why are you here?”
He offered her the rose. “I came to proposition you.”
She blinked. The evening sun was still bright and framed him in golden light, making him appear almost dreamlike.
He smiled. Someone should outlaw such a lethal smile. “I’m hoping you’ll let me take you out to dinner, ask you to reconsider my producers’ offer.”
Karis released her grip on the door and took the rose. “I’m sorry to inform you, you’re wasting your time, Mr Stone. As I’ve told your producer—Rob, was it—?”
“Ray ... I’m not interested in becoming a circus act.”
“He relayed your thoughts on the matter. However, I was hoping you’d give me one hour of your time so I can—”
“Try to convince me to let you make a fool of me on national television?” She handed back the rose. “Thanks, but no thank you.”
His fascinating blue eyes flicked to her outstretched hand. He left her hanging.
Choosing that moment, her stomach growled a ravenous reminder.
“You’re hungry, and I’m offering to take you to dinner.” He sniffed the air. “Since I don’t detect the aroma of food, I think I can safely presume you haven’t eaten yet.”
“I was just on my way to pick up something.”
His smile told her he knew she was fibbing. “In that case, will you allow me to join you?”
Arm tiring from its outstretched position, Karis drew the rose back and placed it, along with the phone, onto the side table next to the door.
“So you can talk me into appearing on your show?”
“Because I’m hungry too, and I’d like an opportunity to share my ideas for your sister’s follow-up episode, in the hopes you might consider rethinking your position.”
She couldn’t hold back the wicked smile tugging the corners of her lips, so she bit down on her bottom lip. Any position involving Ethan Stone did deserve some consideration.

QUOTE: “If you love your romance with a dose of humor, this is the book for you. Monique DeVere is a master at tugging at your heartstrings and your funny bone, all at the same time. Highly recommend!” ~ Alicia Dean

About Monique

Monique DeVere is a full-time author of Sweet 'n' Spicy Romantic Comedy and Contemporary Romance. She also writes Christian Supernatural Suspense movie scripts. She was born on the beautiful island of Barbados, where she grew up on a large plantation with enough wide-open space to let the imagination run free. She moved to the UK as a teen and shortly after met and fell instantly, and irrevocably, in love with her very own strong-silent-type hero. When Monique isn’t writing or spending quality time with her family, she likes to armchair travel to distant and exciting parts of the world and considers herself to have the best job on earth.

You can visit her at where she invites you to join her exclusive Sweet ‘n’ Spicy Readers Club packed full of goodies for her members. Monique loves to hear from her readers, do contact her at


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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Meet Meika Usher, Author of SOMETHING SO SWEET, Book 1 of the Breakaway Series

The Breakaway series, book 1
by Meika Usher

Monday, August 14, 2017

Meet S.R. Mallery & Read About GENTEEL SECRETS - Espionage in the Civil War

by S.R. Mallery

Friday, August 11, 2017

Meet N.D. Jones and Read About Paranormal Romance OF DECEPTION AND DIVINITY

Death and Destiny Trilogy, Book 3
by N.D. Jones

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Meet Tina Donahue, Author of WICKED TAKEOVER, Book One of the Wicked Brand Series, Steamy Contemporary Romance

Wicked Brand series, book one
by Tina Donahue

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Spectacular Review of my Romance Thriller THE END OF CAMELOT, Book 3 of The New York Saga

Romance author Lynda Coker reviews books on her blog "Between the Pages" and reviewed
Books 1 and 2 of the New York Saga, FROM HERE TO FOURTEENTH STREET and

Book 3, THE END OF CAMELOT, got a "Totally Hooked--Can't Put it Down" 5-star review.

Title: Book Three - The End of Camelot
Author: Diana Rubino
Genre: Historical Romantic Suspense
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Review Rating: 
***** Totally Hooked - Can't Put It Down

Review Comments: 
In the prologue of this book, Vikki McGlory has just achieved her dream marriage and the fairy-tale life she'd always wanted. She called it Camelot. What an ingenious way to highlight the title of this book, making it jump back into a reader's mind. The End of Camelot... Instantly, without knowing anything about Vikki McGlory, the author had made me care deeply for her loss, one that if the title was true, she would experience in the future. Of course, I have to stay with her! Great beginning

Quote from Book:

She dropped the phone and slid down against the wall. Her glasses fell off her face. The room spun. Sunlight glared. 

Monday, August 7, 2017

Meet Mary Anne Yarde--A Fascinating Arthurian Author

Mary Anne is a friend of mine and a historical author. The Du Lac Chronicles are set in King Arthur's time. As a huge Arthur buff (the play Camelot by Lerner & Lowe being my favorite of all time) I devour any book with Arthur's name on it!

 Island of Glass

Joseph of Arimathea stood on Golgotha Hill and watched, with a broken heart, as Jesus died on a wooden cross. When they finally lowered Jesus from the cross, Joseph felt compelled to offer Jesus' family the use of his tomb, so that they had somewhere to lay Jesus' broken body. 

Picture of Cross ~ Pixabay

It is hard to imagine what was going on in Joseph's mind that day. To give up his grave was no small thing, but his love for Jesus and for what he stood for, meant more to him than his final resting place.

Glastonbury Tor, believed as a portal to another dimension 
Photo: Pixabay

But then a miracle happened, and Jesus rose from the dead. The tomb was again empty, but Joseph's heart was full of wonder. He became a disciple and spent the rest of his life wandering the world and passing on the teachings of Jesus.

Joseph of Arimathea by Pietro Perugino, a detail from his
 Lamentation over the Dead Christ. ~ Wikipedia

It came to pass that Joseph and a group of friends sailed to a distant land called Albion. They followed the River Severn as they travelled inland and finally they found themselves in The Summer Lands.
The Summer Lands were only accessible during the summer months for grazing cattle and sheep. In the winter the water would reclaim the land and all that would be left was a very large hill, seemingly floating in the middle of this great flood. The water reflected the hill and because of this the Celts called this place Ynys Witrin —The Isle of Glass.

Galahad, Bors and Percival achieve the Grail. Tapestry woven by Morris & Co ~ Wikipedia

Joseph and his friends climbed one of the smaller hills that surrounded the largest hill. Joseph lent heavily upon his thorn-wood staff, as he tried to catch his breath from the climb. He decided to name the hill, Weary-A-Hill. Joseph thrust his staff into the damp earth and then sat down to rest.

That night an angel visited Joseph in his dreams. The angel told Joseph that this land was his future. It would be his new home.

Hawthorn flowers ~ Pixabay

Joseph awoke, refreshed, as did his friends, but much to their surprise the staff had taken root. New shoots shot out from the once smooth wood. Theses shoots would soon grow into strong branches. The buds of leaves were already forming. This was a miracle. This was a gift from God. There was no doubt in Joseph's mind.

Weary-A-Hill was owned by a rich nobleman who had no time for the stories of this Christian deity. Neither did he have any use for the hill, for it was too steep to farm. In a gesture of goodwill, he told Joseph he could build on the hill if he so desired.

Joseph took the nobleman up on his offer and build he did. But it wasn't a house for himself — it was a house for God. He built a House Of Worship. In fact, it was the first Christian Church ever to be built.

And then people started to come. At first, the odd few strangers turned up, but people were drawn here, answering a silent call. Soon Joseph had a healthy congregation, and yet, still more people came.

The Pilgrim (Glastonbury Abbey) ~Pixabay

The Angel had been right. Joseph had found his home in what was once a strangely foreign place. He had no need for his tomb that he had given up for Jesus all those years ago. It was said that Joseph was buried on the Hill, although the exact location will forever remain a mystery. The church that Joseph built was rebuilt over the centuries. Times changed, but one thing has always remained constant and that is the Thorn tree. As regular as clockwork, the thorn blossoms every year at Easter and Christmas. 

The Somerset Levels (The Summer Lands) ~ Pixabay

Many travelled to see this miracle tree. Many compared it to Jesus' Crown of Thorns.

The Island of Glass, a forgotten name for a kingdom that inspired many legends. In the years that followed the name would change and it would become known as the Isle of Avalon.

This isn't the end of the story, far from it. Joseph's staff was not the only thing he brought with him from the Holy Lands. It was rumoured that he also brought with him a vessel. A precious cup. A beautiful Grail.

The Du Lac Chronicles series

A generation after Arthur Pendragon ruled, Briton lies fragmented into warring kingdoms and principalities.

Eighteen-year-old Alden du Lac ruled the tiny kingdom of Cerniw. Now he half-hangs from a wooden pole, his back lashed into a mass of bloody welts exposed to the cold of a cruel winter night. He’s to be executed come daybreak—should he survive that long.

When Alden notices the shadowy figure approaching, he assumes death has come to end his pain. Instead, the daughter of his enemy, Cerdic of Wessex, frees and hides him, her motives unclear.

Annis has loved Alden since his ill-fated marriage to her Saxon cousin—a marriage that ended in blood and guilt—and she would give anything to protect him. Annis’s rescue of Alden traps them between a brutal Saxon king and Alden’s remaining allies. Meanwhile, unknown forces are carefully manipulating the ruins of Arthur’s legacy.

About Mary Anne

Mary Anne is an award winning author of the International Best Selling Series — The Du Lac Chronicles. Set a generation after the fall of King Arthur, The Du Lac Chronicles takes you on a journey through Dark Age Briton and Brittany, where you will meet new friends and terrifying foes. Based on legends and historical fact, the Du Lac Chronicles is a series not to be missed.

Born in Bath, England, Mary Anne grew up in the southwest of England, surrounded and influenced by centuries of history and mythology. Glastonbury--the fabled Isle of Avalon--was a mere fifteen-minute drive from her home, and tales of King Arthur and his knights were part of her childhood.

Contact Mary Anne

Thursday, August 3, 2017

SWEET AND SASSY, the Best Kind of Romance

SWEET AND SASSY The Best Kind of Romance

Genre: Sweet Romance

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Meet Jacquie Biggar and Check Out Contemporary Romance HOLD 'EM--in the game of love, all bets are off!

by Jacquie Biggar

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Meet Lauren Marie & Read About A DEMON SCHEME, Paranormal Suspense Romance

The Haller Lake series, book 1
by Lauren Marie

Monday, July 31, 2017

John Surratt Jr.- The-Lincoln Assassination Conspirator Who Got Away

What on earth caused John Surratt, Jr., former Roman Catholic seminary student, to get involved with John Wilkes Booth’s insane plots against President Abraham Lincoln?
Not having left any diaries behind, John took his reasons, his hopes and his fears to his grave in 1916. But from what we know of his devotion to the South, his desire to make his late father proud, and his need to be a war hero, we can draw up a believable picture of what made John tick.

John Wilkes Booth recruited a small group of confederates whose paths never would have crossed if it weren’t for their devotion to him, and to The Cause. John met Booth through Dr. Samuel Mudd, whose name went down in infamy as the doctor who set Booth’s broken leg on the night of the assassination. The handsome charismatic actor charmed everyone, male and female, and John Surratt was no exception. When Booth and his cohorts began visiting the Surratt boarding house to discuss abducting the president in exchange for prisoners of war, John and his mother Mary became loyal followers, eager to do his bidding. The group consisted of David Herold, Lewis Powell, George Atzerodt, Samuel Arnold, Michael O’Laughlin, Mary Surratt and John. Each had their separate talents and purposes to aid the plot—which failed not once, but five times.
Two days after General Lee’s surrender, President Lincoln appeared at a second-story White House window and spoke to an adoring, jubilant crowd. Booth happened to be standing there among the well-wishers. When Lincoln promised blacks the vote, Booth decided abduction would no longer be adequate. The only way to avenge the South was assassination—not just of the president, but the other heads of state, Vice President Johnson, Secretary of War Stanton, and Secretary of State Seward. Booth’s group met at a hotel to discuss the details. But one mystery will forever be enshrouded by the shadows of time—did Mrs. Surratt and John know of the assassination plot?
The essential question of John Surratt’s story is: where was he on April 14, 1865, the night Booth shot President Lincoln? In Surratt’s 1867 trial for Lincoln’s murder, the federal prosecutors maintained that he was in Washington City all day and well into the evening, helping Booth set up the assassination. In front of Ford’s Theater, it was John who called off the time every ten minutes, his announcements relayed down the road by other unnamed accomplices to David Herold near Lafayette Park. Herold then coordinated Powell’s attacks on Seward and O’Laughlin’s on Secretary Stanton to correspond with Booth’s assault on Lincoln.
But John Surratt’s defense team insisted that he was not in Washington that fateful April 14. He was in Elmira, New York, allegedly checking up on the numbers of Confederate prisoners of war held at Elmira prison for a possible exchange. Railroad employees attested that existing schedules and bridge washouts made it impossible for John to get from Elmira to Baltimore, much less Washington, in less than a day and a half or two days.
Both sides claimed the other’s witnesses were lying, then produced new witnesses to verify the integrity of their own deponents.
In fact, John was involved in two attempts to kill Lincoln and his cabinet that April week. The first, on April 13, saw Booth assign John to kill Vice President Johnson in the original plot hastily hatched that evening. That plot failed when the Lincolns didn’t appear at the theater.
But on April 14, the Lincolns invited General Ulysses Grant and his wife to Ford’s for the evening performance, making Grant a perfect target for assassination. Unfortunately for the assassins, a glitch developed in the plan. The Grants declined the presidential solicitation and left Washington. Booth saw the Grants leave. Indeed, he had ridden up to the Grants’ carriage and peered menacingly inside as they rode down Pennsylvania Avenue, headed for the railroad station.
As Booth saw half of his reason for killing the president on April 14 disappear, he providentially ran into John on the street and ordered him to follow Grant and kill him on the train that night. Hence John had plenty of time to arrive in Washington on the 13th and plenty of time to get to the Canadian border the night of the 14th, regardless of the state of the tracks or rail schedules. Barring a train wreck, he was ahead of all delays that man or nature might dream up.
John’s role as Booth’s right-hand man was too important to consign him merely to call out times on a clock. Obviously, as General Grant lived a long productive life as commander of the U.S. Army and President of the United States, John failed in his assigned task.
He boarded the train and walked past Grant, so close John brushed against him. But it wasn’t meant to be. John later collapsed, physically and emotionally exhausted—and greatly relieved.
          His dilemma—whether to carry out this deed for his love of the South, or back out and be branded a coward, but live free from sin—consumed his thoughts, prayers and dreams throughout this part of his life.
          John fled the country after the assassination, and heard second-hand that his mother had been hanged, along with Herold, Atzerodt, and Powell. Booth was already dead, trapped and shot in a barn, the final stop on his escape route.
          John was eventually seized in Alexandria, Egypt and brought back to the U.S. to face trial, after which he was acquitted. He’d never achieved his wish of being a famous war hero. He’s a rather obscure historical figure, known only to Lincoln assassination devotees. But he wasn't a would-be hero; he was a young man devoted to his beloved country, but emotionally torn. On one level, avenging the South was a noble deed. But deep down, his fear of God’s wrath prevailed.
          A backwoods Maryland boy came of age during the Civil War, starting out as a courier, and becomes embroiled in one of the most notorious plots in American history.

As a HUGE Lincoln assassination buff, I've read numerous books about the subject, and wrote my own, A NECESSARY END, about Booth's insane plot to murder the president with a paranormal twist. 

One of my favorite books on the subject is BACKSTAGE AT THE LINCOLN ASSASSINATION, about how the tragedy affected the actors and everyone associated with the Play "Our American Cousin" at  Ford's Theater that night. 


Friday, July 28, 2017

Christmas in July--THE SECRET SANTA SERIES by Nikki Lynn Barrett

Xmas in July
by Nikki Lynn Barrett

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Meet Suzanne Jenkins and Read About THE JADE EMPEROR, her Contemporary Romance

by Suzanne Jenkins

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Meet Linda McLaughlin and Lily of LILY AND THE GAMBLER for our #AuthorLove Exchange

Linda and I have hosted each other many times. She grew up with a love of history, so it’s only natural that she sets most of her books in the past. A native of Pittsburgh, she now lives in Southern California. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O'Farrell. 

A few words from Linda

I'ms giving away a $25 Amazon gift card. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the blog post to subscribe to my email list for five chances to win!

Thanks so much for hosting me today, Diana! I’m so thrilled about my latest release, a Western romance set in the California Gold Country, specifically Grass Valley, 1868. My husband and I visited the area some years ago and I fell in love with it. Grass Valley was especially interesting to me because of the large Cornish population in the 19th century. This area had deep gold veins that couldn’t be panned. Cornish miners were encouraged to come because of their experience in the tin mines of Cornwall, which were petering out. To this day, the Cornish pasty is a local treat, and the city still celebrates a Cornish Christmas.

A shorter, sexier version of this story was previously published by Amber Quill Press. When I got the rights back, I realized I now had the opportunity to tell the tale as I’d originally intended, as a sensual romance. It was fun to revisit Lily and King’s world and spend time with them again. They are two of my favorite characters. I hope readers will agree.


Respectability is in the eye of the beholder. Or so Lily Penhallow hopes when she assumes the guise of the widow Albright. She has learned the price of flaunting convention and is determined to obey society's rules from now on. After her lover, Nigel Albright, was killed in a duel over a card game, Lily dons widow’s weeds and travels to Grass Valley, California where she plans to marry the man her uncle works for, a respectable mine owner named Hugh Ogilvie. Then, on the riverboat from San Francisco, she meets Creighton 'King' Callaway, a professional gambler, just the kind of man she should avoid.

King believes that since life is a gamble, there's no point in planning for the future. You have to trust Lady Luck. After meeting Lily, King knows he has found his Queen of Hearts. But can he convince her to pass up a sober businessman for a foot-loose card sharp?

Only Lady Luck knows for sure...

(Previously published in a shortened version by Amber Quill Press)


Lily smiled at him. “That was quite a trick. Do you tell fortunes, too?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Is the lady interested?”

“Perhaps,” she said, aware he was flirting with her again and annoyed with herself because she was enjoying it. “There should be a deck of cards here somewhere.”

“No cards required. Just let me see your palm.”

Unable to stop herself, Lily stripped off her gloves and let him take her hand. He held it in his left hand, and with his right index finger, traced the lines on her palm. Shivers ran up her arm at each caressing touch. His scent, a mixture of bay rum, male musk, and a faint hint of tobacco, overwhelmed her.

“What do you see?” she asked, her voice suddenly breathless.

“Health and long life.”

“What, no handsome stranger?” she joked.

He raised his head and stared into her eyes. “Oh, yes, I see romance ahead for you. With a dark haired fellow. But he isn’t a stranger.”

For what seemed an age, she stared into his green-gold eyes while her pulse quickened and warmth stole through her veins. It would be so easy to surrender to the feelings he evoked.

“I also see a fork in the road ahead,” he added softly. “You have a decision to make. A very important decision.”

She snatched her hand away, knowing she couldn’t afford to be distracted by him. It wasn’t as if he had made her any promises. “I think you need to practice your fortune-telling skills, Mr. Callaway.”

He chuckled. “There’s something else I’d like to practice.” Cupping her chin, he stared at her, his eyes full of half promises. “Oh, hell, I may get my face slapped for this, but…” His hand moved to the back of her neck as he lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss that stole her breath away.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the kiss. Then a door slammed somewhere in the house, reminding her of where they were. She pushed him away. “How dare you?” she hissed.

He gave her a lazy grin. “What’s that old saying? Nothing ventured, nothing gained?”

“I think you’d best be going.”

He paused at front door, turned and held her gaze for a moment, then left.

She sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. What had she been thinking to let him kiss her, however briefly?

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Monday, July 24, 2017

Meet Judy Meadows & Read About her Spicy Contemporary Romance ESCAPE FROM BEHRUZ

by Judy Meadows

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

A NECESSARY END - My Civil War Romance - Booth's Insane Plot to Murder President Lincoln with a Paranormal Twist -- On Sale for Kindle for 99 Cents Till July 22

Dear Readers, 

I'm a HUGE Lincoln buff, always have been. In 2006, I decided to combine my love of Lincoln and the paranormal. I began researching A NECESSARY END, my paranormal twist on John Wilkes Booth's insane plot to assassinate President Lincoln. It contains no fictional characters. 

I joined The Surratt Society, based in Maryland, and attended their conferences and tours. Mary Surratt was one of Booth's conspirators--the motley crew met at her Washington D.C. boarding house to hatch their plot. She was tried, convicted and hanged with three others.  Through the Surratt Society I met several Lincoln/Booth/Civil War experts. One lady I’ll never forget meeting is Marjorie “Peg” Page, who by all accounts except definitive DNA testing, is John Wilkes Booth’s great granddaughter. 

Abraham Lincoln has fascinated me since I was eight years old. I don’t know what got me started, but it might’ve been a book which I still have titled The Life of Abraham Lincoln, Volume 1, written in 1895. When I was in 3rd grade, in the mid-60s (which shows how long I’ve been a Lincoln nut), my teacher asked us to bring a book to school from home, for a show & tell. My mother suggested I bring this Lincoln book, which even in 1966 was in bad shape—yellowed, stiffened strips of Scotch tape barely held the covers to the spine. With the wisdom of an 8-year-old that sadly, all of us outgrow, I demurred, saying, “This old book? She’ll think we’re poor!” My mother corrected me: “No, she’ll think we’re rich. Books like this are rare.” Then she proceeded to tape it up some more. Those 47-year-old Scotch tape fragments adhere to the book’s spine and pages to this day. My teacher, Miss Cohen, was duly impressed. I treasure that book to this day, and it’s one of many on my “Lincoln shelf” which holds books about our murdered president, his wife Mary, his assassin John Wilkes Booth and his family, the “Mad Booths of Maryland” and the conspirators who faced the gallows or years of hard labor because Booth, their charismatic leader, sucked these poor impressionable souls into his insane plot.

After writing 8 historicals set in England and New York City, I wanted to indulge my passion for Lincoln-lore. I began researching in depth about Lincoln’s life, his presidency, his role in the Civil War, and Booth’s plans to first kidnap him, and then to assassinate him. A NECESSARY END combined two genres I’m passionate about—history and paranormal.My trips to Lincoln's home and tomb in Springfield, Illinois, Gettysburg, Ford’s Theater, and the house he died in, Petersen House, brought me close to Mr. Lincoln’s spirit. My travels also acquainted me with Booth’s brother Edwin, the most famous actor of his time, and his unconventional family.  A recording of Edwin’s voice reciting Shakespeare on one of Edison’s wax cylinders still exists.  Click here for Edwin Booth's recording. My paranormal experience includes investigations at several haunted homes, restaurants and graveyards. I’ve never seen a ghost, but I’ve received responses to my questions with my dowsing rods. 

Tragically, we’ll never hear Abraham Lincoln’s voice. But his spirit lives on. In my book, which is fiction--but we all know that novels are fictionalized truths--I gave Booth what was coming to him. He got his justice in real life, but in A NECESSARY END, he also got the paranormal twist he deserves.

And I enjoyed sticking it to him!

I paralleled the Shakespeare play Julius Caesar in this story because in the play, Caesar was known as a tyrant to the Senators, who feared losing their power, as Booth feared losing the Confederacy. Booth always considered Lincoln the tyrant, hence his proclamation ‘sic simper tyrannis’ (be it ever to tyrants) when he jumped to the stage after shooting Lincoln.

Caesar’s Senators, Brutus and Cassius among them, conspired to stab Caesar to death on an appointed day. Booth recruited a group of like-minded disciples to aid him in his insane plot, at first to kidnap Lincoln, then to kill him.

By day, Booth was a Confederate spy and courier, taking dangerous missions so that his beloved South could fight the North in the war that tore the nation in two. But in this story, an even darker secret plagues him–he believes he’s the reincarnation of Brutus, the man who slew the tyrant Caesar, and Booth’s destiny in this life is to murder the tyrant who’s ravaged the South—Abraham Lincoln. In obeying the spirit of Brutus, Booth devises a plot to assassinate the tyrant.

I wrote it as a paranormal instead of a straight historical novel  because spirituality was extremely popular in 1865 and all throughout Victorian times. Mary Lincoln was a staunch spiritualist. So stricken with grief after the deaths of her boys Willie and Eddie, she hired mediums such as Nettie Maynard to visit the White House and hold séances in attempts to contact her boys from beyond the grave.

The extent of séances, table-tapping, Ouija boards, Tarot cards, and otherworldly activities in this era fit perfectly with the story I wanted to tell. We could never enter Booth’s head, but his insane behavior begs the question: was he truly haunted by a spirit who drove him to his heinous act that changed history forever?
Or was he simply insane?


And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!" Booth declared to the proud reflections in his three facing mirrors.
          The center mirror clouded over. Puzzled, he leaned into it to peer closer. His  reflection faded as if the mirror were clear glass, and another human form took shape, becoming sharper as the mist faded. He was astonished to be looking into the face of a man whose eyes bored into his, pinning him with an unnerving stare. Booth took a step back, glancing to the left, then to the right, but his own reflections were moving right along with him. He focused once more on the stranger in the center, the Roman nose giving the weathered features distinction. He’d seen this face before, but where?
          The head nodded and the hint of a pleased smile curled the thin lips. Without so much as a word, the figure faded into the mirror’s eternal depths, and Booth was once again looking at his own astonished face.
          “Damn you! Who are you?” He pounded the mirror and it wavered, his image jerking back and forth with the moving glass.
          Exasperated, he turned away.
          “I’ll find out who you are if I die doing it.” He twirled around to face the mirror, seeing only his three perplexed reflections.

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