Fantastical SF Group Giveaway

“Welcome to the Realm of Rai, A Rai Saga Short Story” is really making the rounds.  Here is another great giveaway that it is joined.


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Welcome to the Realm of Rai


Meet Elizabeth Jade

JQM LITERARY CHAT Welcomes Elizabeth Jade


Tell us about yourself:



My name is Elizabeth Jade – or rather it is, and at the same time, it isn’t.  I wanted to keep my writing separate from the other things I do, so I decided to use my middle names. This makes perfect sense until someone calls my author name in public and it takes me a moment to realise they are talking to me. I’m a children’s book author and an animal lover. Animals make much more sense to me than people. This is probably why the main characters in my current series are wolves and huskies.


I live in Somerset in the UK with my family and three dogs – two Shih Tzu and one mad Border Collie – although the younger Shih Tzu thinks of itself as a Border Collie. Like my dog, I’ve always had a unique take on life and I was finally diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome (an autistic spectrum disorder) two years ago, when I was eighteen. I’ve struggled with anxiety and depression for a number of years and writing is a form of escapism for me. I become so absorbed in what I’m writing that I lose all track of time.


Tell us about your book:


Akea – The Power of Destiny is a children’s fantasy story that was written when I was fourteen. Technically, it’s for 8-12 year olds, but younger children have enjoyed having it read to them and some adults have found it hard to put down too. It’s a journey of self-discovery, loyalty and hope, and nothing will ever be the same.


Akea is a Siberian Husky who was born into a family of sled dogs and a life which should have followed a predictable path, but from the day she first saw the lone wolf, Akea knew her future lay beyond the safety of her home. The wolf, Kazakh was well aware of Akea’s destiny and the traditions he would break to help her reach it. His task was to make sure Akea would be ready, no matter what the cost.


Akea leaves her family and with the help of the wolf pack, she finds her inner wolf. Suddenly, the pack turns on her, casting her out to fend for herself. She spends some time in an animal shelter before going to live with a new family, yet she quickly abandons them to follow Kazakh to the Wolf Queen’s den.  Just as their goal seems in sight, Kazakh is shot and seriously wounded and Akea must choose between protecting him and fulfilling her destiny?


There are a couple of references to a character known as The Great Volk whose identity and influence on their affairs becomes increasingly significant as the series progresses.  Book 2 is currently being edited and the writing of books 3, 5 and 6 are in progress. Yes, I know I left out Book 4, but my quirky brain has opted not to write that one yet, and as it always seems to know what it’s doing, it’s easier just to follow where it leads.


What influenced you to write your current genre?


I began exploring writing when I was fourteen. At that time, I was reading mostly animal based children’s stories such as the Animal Ark series by Lucy Daniels or Ben Baglio (depending on whether you bought them in the U.K or U.S). I have always had a natural rapport with animals, but struggled to understand people, so for these two reasons, animal based children’s books came naturally to me.


The idea for Akea itself, however, came purely by accident.  I like to work with a photo or illustration of my character in front of me. I was searching for an image of a husky for a story idea I had involving a Dalmatian and where the Husky was a secondary character. I came across a particular photo which felt like the husky was looking at me and telling me her own story.  The sensation was so strong that I had to write it for her, and ‘Akea – The Power of Destiny’ was born. Incidentally, the Dalmatian story was never written.


Who are your favorite authors?


I love authors who can mix my two favourite things – animals and fantasy – into a compelling read, so for favourite authors I would say Erin Hunter – another collective pseudonym, Brian Jacques and Jack London. The funny thing is I hadn’t read Jack London’s books until someone pointed out the similarity between my book, Akea, and Jack London’s White Fang. That’s probably as flattering as being told your book reminds someone of a JK Rowling’s novel.


What are your favorite books?


Aside from books written by my favourite authors, I’ve really enjoyed Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park; most books based on Gene Rodenberry’s Star Trek; Roots by Alex Haley – which also made a great television series, and Pride and Prejudice – particularly the audio version read by Joanna David, who played Aunt Gardiner alongside Colin Firth’s memorable Mr. Darcy.


Who are your favorite literary characters?


I have a real thing for villains, especially when I can find out about their back-story – what makes them ‘tick’ as it were.  That or I invent my own. They also help me to visualise what makes a good villain and hopefully how to write a good villain. You never know when that may come in handy. I’m also very taken with stories involving Anthromorphic characters, so I really enjoy a good anthromorphic villain, such as Cluny The Scourge and Slagar The Cruel from Brian Jacques’ Redwall.



Is there anything you want to share with potential readers?


Having Aspergers and mental health issues can make life a real challenge, but with the right support I was able to make my dream of becoming an author come true.  My parents have been amazing and I couldn’t have got here without them.


There are lots of talented people out there, including many who are on the autistic spectrum, and I wanted to inspire them to pursue their dreams too.  With this in mind, I donated a copy of Akea to the Somerset Autism Collection at a major library in our area. Akea will be the first book in the collection to celebrate the achievement of someone with autism, rather than supporting them with it.  I hope people will be encouraged by my personal journey as well as enjoying my book, and I hope people will encourage and support one another in all areas of life.




Where can we go to learn more about you and your literary works?


You can find out about me and what I am working on at the moment, through my website:    New subscribers to my newsletter will receive Chapter 1 of Book 2 – Akea – His Mother’s Son – which is in the editing stage.  

Akea is available as an ebook or paperback from Amazon and there is a direct link available on the website. If you would like a free taster, there are three dramatic readings in my Author section on Amazon – just scroll down until you see me and my collie, and click on the link highlighted.  

I’m also on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook as AkeaWolf Stories

Recent Amazon Review of The United

Recent Amazon Review of The United


TJ must overcome his grief of loss for a beloved friend, his hydrophobia, protect his friends & family and prove his worth in order to wield the mighty weapon of Boi-Bresch (the legendary weapon of the Kingdom of Myrr) to defeat the massive wolf Lord Yrimwaque a Leader Against Light which is a denizen of The Threat. But will TJ be able to do it? Or will he succumb to his fear of water or fail to prove his worth? Find out in this well-paced and learn more about the magic the Creatures of Light and Creatures of Rai. I look forward to the next book in this series.


Whispers Series Book Tour

You’re Not Alone
Whispers Series Book 1
by Nance Newman
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
When you’re dead, you’re dead. That’s it. Nothing more. At least
that’s what Quinn O’Reilly thinks until she starts hearing
whispers after losing the love of her life to cancer. Quinn either
has to start believing in an afterlife or admit that her own sanity
is in jeopardy. As a battle begins for her beloved’s estate,
threatening her with financial ruin, the voices intensify.
To make them stop, Quinn and her best friend Chaz follow an unlikely mix
of characters into the world of spirits, ghosts and specters. What
they must do to unravel the mystery of the whispers tests Quinn’s
belief system in every way. Can the dead really reach out from the
other side? Can Quinn open her mind enough to help her and her dead
lover? Is it okay to commit a crime for a greater purpose? And what
is appropriate attire for a séance or digging up a grave?
Bad Man, Bad Ghost
Whispers Series Book 2
Finding clues in the shoes of a dead man in a coffin wasn’t what Quinn
thought she would do when she became a mortician. She also didn’t
expect the bodies that entered her funeral home to have lived their
lives as bad men or to whisper their requests to her—not only
demands that she has to fulfill to get them to stop, but ones that
might lead her to commit acts on the wrong side of the law.
The spirit of a mob boss has entered Quinn O’Reilly’s funeral parlor
and his whispers drag her into a world of criminals, secrets and
lies. Once again, she enlists the help of her friends—Andjela, a
communicator with the dead, Mr. Princeton, a professor of Egyptian
studies at the local university, Chester, the owner of the town
cemetery and Chaz, her best friend and assistant—to find the clues
that will lead her to what the dead man wants. She realizes that she
can’t answer the whispers alone which force her to put her friends
in danger.
Soon she finds it’s not only the dead Mafia boss that wants something
from her, but so does his wife, his mistress and strange, dark men in
dark suits.
To make matters worse, Quin is realizing that the whispers of spirits
aren’t going to go away. Neither is the specter that still haunts
her apartment.
Dirty Wrong
Whispers Series Book 3
Eleanor’sspirit is doing a lot of griping in Quinn’s funeral home. She was
the wife of a member of the Mafia who was murdered several years
prior and now she wants something from Quinn. Her best friend
nicknamed her “Mafia magnet” since this is the second spirit to
contact her who is connected to the mob. She knows she is destined to
a life of answering their ghostly requests but she wonders if all the
spirits that contact her will always be on the wrong side of the law.
Once again, Quinn must put her friends in danger to help her decipher the
clues Eleanor’s spirit has communicated to them. It leads them to
the now defunct, dark, and foreboding subway tunnels beneath the city
where they discover they’re not the only one’s searching for
whatever Eleanor has hidden. There’s a war going on in the tunnels
and they can’t tell who’s winning—the ghosts or the Mafia. What
will happen if the war in the tunnel keeps them from finding the
answers to Eleanor’s clues? Will the price they have to pay for
being in the middle of it be too much for Quinn to handle?
Sound Travels
Whispers Series Book 4
Once again, Quinn hears the whispers of the dead, but when it follows her
on a trip to New York City with Andjela and Chaz to help her parents
find a missing girl, Quin realizes the whisper is that of the missing
girl, Sofia.
The niece of Eleanor, the last spirit to elicit Quinn’s help, Sofia had
somehow gotten mixed up in her family’s Mafia mess. Now she is
Quinn summons Mr. Princeton and Chester to New York City to help them
communicate with Sofia. Together, they must follow the clues to find
Sofia’s body and the cause of her death.
Who is really responsible for the murder of a young girl? What was Sofia
hiding that got her killed? Will Quinn and her friends find her and
what it was she was hiding?
And why are there two different black SUV’s that show up where ever
they are?
Follow Quinn, Andjela, Mr. Princeton, Chester and Chaz into two very
menacing worlds-that of the Mafia and of the dead, and discover the
newest hiding spot—a very large hole in Brooklyn.
I live in upstate New York with my two dogs; a 17 year old Min Pin
(Zeus) and a female dog I recently rescued from the Puerto Rico
hurricanes (I have been learning Spanish and she is learning
English!). Her name is Ela and she is a joy.
I have been writing in some form or other since high school when I
bought my first guitar (a 12 string for $50 from one of those
magazines my mother used to receive in the mail) and began writing
songs. In college, I started my first novel that I hope to go back to
and finish someday.
I currently work for a school district in transportation as a router
and dispatcher where I use software to solve the puzzle of getting
5600 students to many different schools, but my goal is to become a
full time writer of novels and music. I try to fit writing in with my
full time job and hobbies that include biking, gardening, hiking,
kayaking and watching movies (lots of them and all kinds)
I continue to write songs and perform with Dooley(my music partner) We
have a CD of original songs and it is available for your enjoyment.
Visit me at to check it out.
I am really excited to share my work with you, and some days you might
see me driving a big yellow school
Follow the tour HERE
for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!


Las Vegas Crime Book Tour

Las Vegas Crime
Baxter and Holt Book 3
by Leslie Wolfe
Genre: Crime Suspense Thriller
Simply love Leslie Wolfe! The Baxter-Holt series is one of the
best in the genre!
This was a great story that kept me on the edge
of my seat the entire time. Cannot wait until the next one, Las Vegas Crime,
coming in November.
Keep writing them, Leslie!”

Detectives Laura Baxter and Jack Holt are
members of the elite: Las Vegas Metro PD, one of the toughest and
most respected law enforcement agencies in the United States. In the
middle of a city with two million residents and 43 million annual
visitors, they’re searching for a missing girl and the ruthless
killers who snatched her.
The girl: gone
When a teenage
girl is daringly kidnapped from her school, minutes after being
dropped off, a frenzied search begins, involving the entire police
force of a city that never sleeps. But for
Baxter and Holt
this isn’t a crime like any other; it is personal.
The crimes: terrifying
A bold and merciless serial killer preys on young girls and leaves them out to
die in the cold and dreadful expanse of the Mojave Desert, unable to
move, to scream, to fight for their lives.
The choice: impossible
Now Detective Holt is faced with an agonizing
decision: he can sacrifice all that he holds dear or jeopardize the
life of an innocent girl, his own flesh and blood. The man holding
all the cards in this game of life and death isn’t willing to
negotiate; he’s only willing to kill.
In Las Vegas, few things end well.
Two mavericks form an intriguing team. Baxter and Holt trust each other
with their lives, just not with their secret plans.
Leslie Wolfe is a bestselling author whose novels break the mold of
traditional thrillers. She creates unforgettable, brilliant, strong
women heroes who deliver fast-paced, satisfying suspense, backed up
by extensive background research in technology and psychology.
Leslie released the first novel, Executive,
in October 2011. It was very well received, including inquiries from
Hollywood. Since then, Leslie published numerous novels and enjoyed
growing success and recognition in the marketplace. Among Leslie’s
most notable works,
The Watson Girl
(2017) was recognized for offering a unique insight into the mind of
a serial killer and a rarely seen first person account of his
actions, in a dramatic and intense procedural thriller.
A complete list of Leslie’s titles is available at
Leslie enjoys engaging with readers every day and would love to hear from you.
Follow the tour HERE
for exclusive content and a giveaway!


Las Vegas Crime Excerpt

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Las Vegas Crime Excerpt


In Vegas, few things end well.



Silent Screams


She struggled to control her sobs but failed miserably. With every mile the man drove into the dark desert, her fear grew, panic overtaking her sense of reason, making it impossible for her to sit still and be quiet like the man had ordered.

“No, please,” she whimpered, “I’ll disappear. I won’t say a word to anyone. I swear,” she added in a high-pitched plea, her voice trembling badly.

She stared through a blur of tears at the man’s intense eyes, reflected in the rearview mirror. He rarely looked at her, not even when he spoke to her, but when he did, his eyes were ice cold, feral.

She couldn’t tell how long they’d been on the road, or how far away from the city they’d traveled. Far enough for darkness to engulf the dazzling lights of Las Vegas, left behind at their brightest and now gone from view. Far enough to know that no matter how loud she’d scream, no one would hear her desperate cries for help. She sat silently, petrified, unable to fight anymore, knowing what Homeboy did to those who disobeyed him.

They had entered the desolate vastness of the Mojave Desert, cold and bleak at night.

Her breath shattered as raw memories swirled in her head, repeating over and over like a broken record.

“Get rid of her,” that terrible man had said, “this bitch ain’t good for nothin’.” The one they called Snowman had curled his lip in disgust and ran his fingers across his throat in a clear gesture, sealing her fate.

She was to be killed.

She remembered how her knees gave and she folded onto the cold, grimy floor, half-naked and barefoot, shaking, sobbing uncontrollably, while the other man, a brute she got to know only as Homeboy, smiled and licked his lips. Then he’d grabbed her arm and dragged her out of that place, mumbling, “Sure, boss, whatever you say.”

She’d seen that look on Homeboy’s face before.

Maybe she was better off dead than having that animal’s hands on her again. Her body still ached from the hours she’d endured at his pleasure. The thought of peace soon to be found, even if in death, calmed her taut nerves. Soon she’d be free, one way or another.

No one dared defy Snowman’s orders.

Her mind wandered, numb and absent for a while, as Homeboy drove fast into the night, mile after mile, without saying a word.

A slight chime came from the GPS and he braked, although there was no intersecting road crossing the highway, no available turn to take, just desert dunes, covered in shrubs and cacti, and trolled by scorpions, snakes, and coyotes.

He turned off-road and drove carefully into the desert, climbing over a hill then descending behind it. He didn’t immediately stop; he kept on going, putting more and more distance between them and the road, eliminating any chances that someone could see her, could hear her screams.

She felt her heart thumping against her chest, the sound of its terrified beats deafening against the deathly silence of the desert. Fresh tears started rolling down her cheeks and her pleas were left unanswered.

She gasped when he cut the engine, bringing the SUV to a stop. Trembling, she didn’t fight back when he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the vehicle.

“Please,” she mumbled, “I’ll do whatever you want. Please let me go.”

“Can’t do that,” he replied, his lips stretched in an evil smile that exposed crooked, yellow teeth. “You heard the boss man.”

He let go of her arm and reached inside his pocket. Panicked, she bolted in a desperate attempt to save herself. She ran toward the highway, now hidden behind a hill, not feeling the cactus thorns tearing at her flesh, not minding the sharp edges of the desert stones bloodying the soles of her feet.

She’d run a few yards and he hadn’t caught up with her yet; hope gave her wings, and she sprung uphill clawing at the stones with her bare hands, desperate to put more distance between the two of them.

She was almost at the top of the hill when his steeled grip bore into her arm, stopping her in place so abruptly that her bleeding feet sent pebbles and sand in the air. Angered, he dragged her back to the SUV and slammed her against the cold metal.

“Nice try, bitch. There’s nowhere to go.”

She was starting to understand that, to accept it, although every fiber in her body screamed its fear, urged her to fight, to run, to survive. She drew breath hastily and let out a blood-curdling shriek.

Homeboy laughed. “Sure, go ahead, scream. You’re giving me a hard-on.”

Her scream died, stifled by a sob.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle fitted with an eyedropper. With a lewd, sickening smile, he took his time unscrewing the cap and carefully extracted two drops of the clear liquid. Then he grabbed her jaw and forced her lips open.

“No, no,” she whimpered, fighting desperately to free herself.

Homeboy just smirked, ignoring her feeble kicks, and squeezed the eyedropper, releasing the liquid into her mouth. Then he held her lips sealed under his heavy hand, forcing her to swallow.

She couldn’t detect any strange taste; he’d barely used a drop or two. It couldn’t be too bad, she thought, gasping desperately for air as soon as he released his grip.

She felt her tongue becoming numb, then her lips. Panic opened her eyes widely and made her lungs scream for more air. She gasped, feeling an evil numbness taking over her body, reaching her extremities, weakening her knees. A strange sense of dizziness overtook her, making her reach for support, finding none until her body hit the ground. No matter how much she willed herself to move, she lay still on the cold desert dirt, feeling every stab of pain where sharp-edged rocks cut into her flesh.

Homeboy crouched near her body with a satisfied grin. He pushed aside a few locks of her hair, clearing her face, touching her frozen lips.

“You won’t die,” he said, while his hand fumbled with his belt buckle. “Not now, anyway. Not until I’m bored with you.”

She forced her lungs to draw air and screamed, then drew another raspy breath and screamed again.

She listened but couldn’t hear her own screams. The desert was completely silent, except for the brute’s rhythmic grunts.


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