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Book Tour with Excerpt, Guest Post and Giveaway! The Black Trillium by Simon McNeil!



The Black Trillium
by Simon McNeil
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy


Confederation rules in Trana—so says the king.


But Fredericton is a long way from the shores of Lake Ontario, and schemes for power will bring together three extraordinary young warriors.



A desert girl who came to Trana looking for refuge but has never found a home



A privileged city boy dreaming of rebellion and hardened by cruelty



The disgraced heir to the throne desperate to win back his place in his father's heart


Sworn enemies or reluctant allies, they all have one thing in common: an incomplete half of the legendary fighting skill known as the Triumvirate sword art. They fight for glory, for power, for the monsters lurking beneath the streets, and for the mysterious society moving in the shadows of Trana—the Black Trillium.



Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25334228-the-black-trillium




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My bodyguard, the mute giant Brutus Cloven, fell in behind me as I left the chamber from where he’d been waiting in the anteroom. He was milk-pale, entirely hairless and his eyes were pink. The giant looked freakish but he was a comforting presence too. He’d been with my family as long as I could remember, stolid and silent, a worn marble statue of loyalty.

Brutus never spoke a word but his pink eyes never missed a threat, and he’d saved my life on many occasions.

“We ride out tomorrow at dawn,” I said to Brutus. “Round up your best guards to accompany us. We’ll have enough trouble in Trana, if the rumours of the Black Trillium prove true.”

Brutus saluted and left to follow my orders. He looked more nervous than usual, as if marching on Trana was somehow particularly unsettling to him. Or perhaps he simply didn’t like travel.

There was one other person I needed to speak to before sending for Marc and planning the campaign. It gave me shivers just to think it. At long last I would be planning a campaign.

I walked to her suite, one of the most lavish set of rooms in the entire iron palace. They had been mine once. Even a disgraced son of the king could expect good lodgings.

I opened the door and she was there, brushing her long black hair. Her huge green eyes fixed on mine from her mirror, a real glass one, not bronze. That mirror alone cost as much as the arms and horses for a dozen knights, but it was just the least of the marvels in her room.

And if I could I would have given her more.

“Sophie,” I said. “We leave in the morning, for Trana.”

“But I haven’t finished searching Fredericton for it.”

Ah yes, the manual, the book of sublime martial skill that she hunted.
“If there were any swordsman with the skill you say the manual contains in Fredericton, we’d have found him by now,” I said.

Sophie frowned, her big red lips beautiful even in a scowl. “I suppose you are right.”

“Trana is the largest city in Confederation, there are fifty-thousand people there. Perhaps somebody will have heard tidings of the manual.” I knew how much the manual meant to her. It was seeking it that led her to Fredericton to begin with. All she knew is that it was somewhere in Confederation. Or at least that is all she would tell me.

There were many things about her past that Sophie kept even from me.

She smiled. “Yes, perhaps Trana would be a good place to seek the manual.”
“And when you find it?”

“I will be eternally grateful,” Sophie said and she turned, looking at me in the flesh rather than the glass of her mirror.

“When we return,” I said. “I will make you my queen.”

“Yes,” Sophie said, “when we have the manual, I think I would enjoy being queen.”

“I have much to do,” I said. “Be ready to ride at dawn.”



Do your characters hijack your book? Is there anything you would change about the book?


When I write a novel the only constant throughout the process is characterization. The entire plot may shift, settings change, timelines fluctuate, but the thread of character remains the lodestar of the story.


Kieran was always callow and passionate.


Savannah was always withdrawn but compassionate, more cynical than Kieran but still hopeful for a gentler world.


Kyle was always a selfish prick with daddy issues and far too much entitlement. How these characters bounced off each other and their secondaries was always what shaped the book.


So yes, they hijacked the story, but I couldn't have written it any other way. But there is a weakness in this, and that's one thing I would have changed if I had to do it over.


When I was finished the book I wasn't entirely satisfied with Sophie's characterization. There's an interesting character there but the characters who served as my POV couldn't see her.


Kyle was too fixed on the image of Sophie he had in his head and never bothered to really learn who she was within herself. Savannah only saw a monster to fight, and never tried to get to know her and Kieran had very little to do with her. I felt the absence of her internality was ultimately a flaw in the story, and I think, if I could ever do it over again, I'd make her a POV character in her own right.



Simon McNeil is the author of The Black Trillium, a story of revolution and martial arts set in the ruins of Toronto. This novel is published by Brain Lag Publishing.
He is an online marketing communications specialist with a major educational institution when not wandering the world looking for trouble. He is a life-long martial artist, has published several articles in Kung Fu Magazine and he’s probably a little bit too fond of kung fu movies.

He lives in Toronto, Canada with his wife who has happily laid out rules to prevent the sword-through-glass-lampshade incident from ever happening again. The Black Trillium is his first novel.




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Book Tour with Excerpt, Author Interview& Giveaway! The Crossroads of Logan Michaels by James M. Roberts!



The Crossroads of Logan Michaels
by James M. Roberts
Genre: Coming of Age


“Thumbs-up for this debut!”—James Frey, best-selling author of A Million Little Pieces



After growing up heartbroken with an endless series of struggles, Maria Michaels creates a picture-perfect family of her own. But life changes too quickly, and she loses her grip on herself and her two troubled sons. In spite of her desire to give them a better life, they spiral downward on the paths they choose. They must fight through sadness, mistakes and tragedy to find redemption and the love that only a mother can give. Told from a dual perspective of mother and son, we follow the family’s battles with divorce, drugs and depression. You will laugh and cry, and probably want to call your mom to tell her you love her.



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Basketball season was starting and, after my first practice, I was selected to start on our team. I loved the attention. I was the only kid on the team who wanted his parents to show up for the games. The reason was simple: my mom was beautiful and young, and my dad was tough-looking and muscular and looked like a kid. I wanted to show them off.

The season was great, and I was one of the best players in the league. The kids at school would talk to me about the games and about how good I was; it felt amazing to have people counting on me each game. The girls noticed me even though I was barely ten years old but I was very shy when it came to the opposite sex.

Katrina was her name—my first crush. She had beautiful, long, straight blonde hair and a killer smile. In class, I would stare at her out of the corner of my eye. Once I noticed her, I promised myself that I would talk with her someday. I just had to work up the courage. Guess again! Third grade and fourth grade passed and still not a single word!

Was it possible that the girl of my dreams would get away?

I couldn’t believe that two years had gone by, and I still hadn’t even spoken to Katrina.

How was it that my basketball team won the championship two years in a row, I started as the pitcher for the Little League’s National League Rockies, got straight A’s in school, and had tons of friends, but still could not talk to a girl? Hard to believe that even with so much success, I still couldn’t do it. I will work the courage up one day, I thought. After all, I was only eleven.


Why do you write?


Writing to me allows me to represent my inner most thoughts when I struggle to explain them in person. Some thoughts can’t be explained as Clearly without writing down exactly how you feel. It’s more therapeutic than anything. Writing allows me to write down how I am feeling at the exact moment and hopefully people can relate to it.



What inspired you to write?





What is your favorite book of all time?


I think having a favorite book all depends on your mood/feelings, and I’m a rollercoaster.



What is something your readers would be surprised to know about you?


I always wanted to be an actor but I have stage fright.



What did you want to be when you grew up?


So many things… and still do. Some days I want to be a world famous writer. Other days a country singer, famous actor, athlete, really depends what mood I’m in that day.



What’s the best piece of advice you were ever given?


One day at a time



What advice would you give today’s youth?


Take your time to become who you are. It’s not a race, just enjoy the ride, your time will come.


Where is your favorite place to write?


In the library, by a window



What was your writing process?


Put my fingers on the keyboard and let my mind be free.



What have you found most surprising about the publishing process?


Honestly? It can be a pain in the ass! The work’s never done and the writing is only the beginning.



Which character in your book was most challenging to write about?


My father… I tried to capture how he felt but not sure how good of a job I did.



What is your favorite scene in The Crossroads of Logan Michaels?


My favorite scene is in chapter 9 I believe. When Logan wakes up miserably hung over and finds the note his mother wrote him. It brings me to tears almost every time.



What have you learned about yourself through writing this novel?


I’m a complicated yet simple man.



What is next for you?
Are you working on another book?


Yes. The second volume of The Crossroads of Logan Michaels, where we see Logan work his way through the recovery process and rebuilding a life.



How would you like to be remembered?


Alive and when I truly smiled, if you ever captured that moment…




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James M. Roberts wanted to prove that you don't need to be a college scholar or a perfect writer to put your heart on paper even when it is hurting the most. James's experiences have inspired him to tell his story in order to reach young readers suffering from insecurity, sadness, and addiction. Not only did James drop out of high school, but he also stumbled into deep depression early in his adolescent life. Although he had been an all-star athlete, he was far from happy. He ended up making regrettable choices in order to feel a sense of belonging and worth, especially following his parents' separation. Through it all, James knew that one day he was going to share his "misery" with the world. He struggled through life's lessons and finally put himself through college to earn a business degree and currently has a successful career in sales. James finished his first rough draft at twenty-five while in college. Five years later he erased all 200,000 words and started from scratch. He currently resides in Woburn, Massachusetts, where he continues to thrive and develop his writing.



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New Release Book Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway! The Deadliest Sins (Detective Jack Murphy #7) Rick Reed!



The Deadliest Sins
Jack Murphy Thriller #7
by Rick Reed
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Pub Date: 10/16/18



“Reed writes as only a cop can.” —Nelson DeMille


Jack Murphy Won’t Back Down


The headlines scream the ghastly news of an abandoned truck filled with murdered immigrants. Detective Jack Murphy and his partner Liddell Blanchard are on the case. They’ve got a lone survivor, rumors of a witness, and the feds getting in their way. Jack’s gut tells him there’s a connection with a local killing—and the bloodshed is far from over. He’s going up against a butcher who commits the unspeakable in the name of protecting America. Some say the worst crime is to look the other way. Jack Murphy only looks for justice . . .



Author's Book Page - http://www.rickreedbooks.com/books/the-deadliest-sins/



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The Deadliest Sins is the 7th book in the Detective Jack Murphy series –


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/series/200562-detective-jack-murphy


Includes -


1 The Cruelest Cut
2 The Coldest Fear
3 The Deepest Wound
4 The Highest Stakes
5 The Darkest Night
6 The Slowest Death
7 The Deadliest Sins




AVAILABLE in print or ebook at –


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Chapter 1

The “Coyote” sat in the booth, drinking stale coffee, eating a crust of cherry pie, and writing in a five- by nine-inch ring notebook. He had to record his thoughts, his feelings. That’s what his shrink said. His shrink was an asshole, but at two Benjamins a session Coyote didn’t want to waste the advice.

The gray-haired waitress shuffled over in dirty house shoes. She was wearing faded gray sweat pants and a shirt with stains and smudges of flour.

“Coffee?” she asked.

Coyote looked around the shabby café. It was narrow, with a six-foot counter on one side and two ramshackle booths on the other—one of those had duct tape holding a leg together. There were no other customers. The varnished seat of the booth had turned to a gummy residue, but the top was worn smooth. Mounted in one corner of the ceiling was a defunct surveillance camera, its wires disconnected and hanging. The coffee in the bottom of the carafe was black and thick as syrup. She calls this drain cleaner coffee?

He was polite. “No,” he said. His voice was gruff, deep for a man barely five and a half feet tall. He was wearing a charcoal-colored Burberry coat, black leather gloves, black Western Stetson, crisp white shirt with imitation-pearl snap buttons, creased blue jeans, and Western boots. He wasn’t a big man by any standard, but only a few men had made the mistake of seeing him as “small.”

The woman said, “Closing in five.”

He ignored her as her shoes scuffed across the stained black-and-white tiles. He dug deep in a pocket and pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill. He slid the twenty under his cup and read what he’d written so far:

I’m tired. Tired of everything and everyone. People disgust me. Food doesn’t taste good. No happiness anywhere for me. I see people pretending to sing, their words full of hate and anger and violence. They dance with faces showing hate and confrontation. What are they so unhappy about? Why do they want to disrespect everything they got for free? They won’t work. They think they can be rich and happy taking drugs. They dishonor their parents and each other. They fight from a safe distance with texts and computers and phones. Cowards.

Everyone is out for themselves and the only thing they can agree on is that their elders were wrong, racist, or homophobic. They don’t see why “elders” always talk about the past, about the lessons that took a lifetime to learn. They are confused about who they are, who anyone else is, angry that their elders didn’t give them more. Why should they take any blame or responsibility?

This is where my mind goes when I’m on the road. Alone, thank God. My dreams are visions, premonitions of things to come. Slackers, drug addicts, and alcoholics, irresponsible, arrogant pretenders surround me. They have created a world where they matter. They don’t. If the last three or four generations were wiped from the face of the earth, we wouldn’t notice. They contribute nothing. They do nothing. They want everything. They’re using my air.

“Time,” the old woman said.

Coyote got up. He couldn’t wait to leave. The smell of putrid coffee mixed with the odor of fried onions was enough incentive to go. He walked out the door, his boots crunching on rock salt. He pulled his coat tighter against the frigid air, looked down the street at the car with the fogged-up windshield. The asshole had made Coyote wait. Coyote respected that.

He tugged the coat collar up around his neck and face. He pulled a cigarette from inside his jacket and lit it. Holding it between his lips, he slipped his hands into his pockets and turned down the alleyway.





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Sergeant Rick Reed (Ret.) is a twenty-plus-year veteran police detective. During his career he successfully investigated numerous high-profile criminal cases, including a serial killer who claimed thirteen victims before strangling and dismembering his fourteenth and last victim. He recounted that story in his acclaimed true-crime book, Blood Trail. Reed spent his last three years on the force as the Commander of the police department’s Internal Affairs Section. He obtained a Masters Degree and upon retiring from the police force, took a fulltime teaching position with a community college. He currently teaches Criminal Justice and writes thrillers. He lives in Evansville, Indiana, with his dog, Belle, and his two cats, Hannibal and Clarice.

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Book Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway! Sidney Rinnn Series (1 & 2) The Seer & Stripped by Charlie Daye!



The Seer
Sidney Rinn Series Book 1
by Charlie Daye
Genre: Paranormal Romance



My name is Sidney Rinn. Growing up in an orphanage without parents and not knowing where you come from is hard, especially when you have a gift like mine.

I’m a seer. I can see the past in any location I enter. Sometimes I see ghosts but mostly what I see is an instant replay of whatever event played out there. If it was important or traumatic to the person at the time then it’s important to me, otherwise I wouldn’t see it.


No, I’m not psychic nor do I claim to be. I’m just your average girl with an above average talent. Unfortunately, that talent had me seeing a murder I was never meant to see, which in turn, led me two of the sexiest men on the planet – Det. Denton Archer and PI Mitchell Caldwell. When Denton asked for my help on the case, I jumped in with both feet not realizing that that decision would change everything.


Now, I’m in love with both men and the killer is after me. Can my life get anymore complicated?



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Sidney Rinn Series Book 2


The case of a lifetime has landed on Mitch's desk and yours truly is the only woman in the world that can solve it! 


One of the girls from Para University has gone missing. Her last known whereabouts is a strip club called Tailpipes, owned by the notorious Hellhounds motorcycle gang. My mission... infiltrate the club, become an insider and find out what happened to her.


Easy peasy! Or so I thought. Getting into the club was easy. Getting out alive is the hard part.



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The Seer -


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Stripped –


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Stripped-Sidney-Novel-Charlie-Daye-ebook/dp/B07G6T638F





I’m not quite sure how to begin to spin this tale of the supernatural for you. It something that I myself am still learning to deal with but since I’ve had the “gift” since I was a child there is no use in trying to make it sound worse than what it really is, especially now that I’ve learned to turn it on and off at will.

My name is Sidney Rinn and I am a Seer. No, I’m not psychic nor do I claim to be. My gift is by far, at least in my opinion, a hell of a lot more disturbing than being able to see the future. I can walk into any building, room or space, whether inside or out, and if something happened there I can see it just as clearly as I can see someone standing in front of me. It’s almost as if I was there or more rather like watching a movie that is always on instant replay.

Sometimes what I see are residual hauntings. Ghosts who are stuck in a loop forever tormented by whatever traumatic event shook them to their core and it doesn’t necessarily have to be death. It can be something strictly on an emotional level that left its mark.

Other times, it’s the energy of the place itself. It could be that something so horrible or phenomenal happened that the event tattooed itself on the essence of the environment. Occasionally, the actors or actresses in my visions, if you will, are still very much alive.

How did I come by this gift, you ask? Well, to be honest. I’m not sure. I assume it came from my parents but sadly they either died or abandoned me as a child. I was raised in an orphanage.

How was it that a strawberry blonde child with pink puffy cheeks and strikingly blue eyes was never adopted, you ask? Well, there were several couples who entertained the idea of adopting me, however, when they found me huddled in the corner of my room screaming bloody murder or laughing hysterically, they opted to take me back. Those that kept me on longer than that just assumed that I was having some sort of childhood meltdown at living in a new house, but they too took me back once I started asking questions about things that I should know absolutely nothing about – like when I enter my “parents” room and ask why mommy is in bed with someone who wasn’t daddy. Oops!

So, I spent my childhood in St. Matthew’s orphanage. The nuns that ran the place were supremely awesome ladies. They never gave me any grief about my gift and pretty much let me do whatever I wanted, but I guess when you’ve been somewhere as long as I was you just become part of the landscape.

Secretly, I think Mother Superior either knew my parents or of my parents, because the only place I was never allowed to go into in the entire building was in her office. I swore one day I’d break in there just to find out what she was hiding from me, but sadly never got the chance. As you would expect, life got away from me especially once I became a teenager. I was no longer interested in what lay hidden behind closed doors and much preferred to hide behind them with cute boys.

Hmm… boys. Brings to mind my hot little P.I. friend that convinced me to join his team of sneaks and a smoldering detective who constantly asked for my assistance on cases but we’ll get to that later. And yes, you did catch the meaning behind “friend” correctly. Ok, maybe they’re both more than just my “friends” but like I said… later.

I guess I’ll start my story from where I aged out of the orphanage and set out on my own. I was excited, overwhelmed and had absolutely no idea where I was going or what I was doing but isn’t that what makes life interesting?





I woke just as the sun was beginning to lighten the morning sky. I knew that if I didn’t get up and do this now that I wouldn’t get the chance to do it later especially since Lily had planned to take me out for a birthday breakfast before beginning preparations for my birthday bash.

Slipping out of my bed, I threw on a pair of jeans, a sweater, and my tennis shoes and grabbed my jacket before swiftly making my way down the hallway and out of the dorm to my car. There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground and I almost felt guilty marring its perfection with my foot prints.

I opened my car door and climbed into a car that felt like an ice box. I turned on the engine and cranked the heater up to high. A few minutes waiting for it to heat up wouldn’t kill me. Once the heater was blowing hot and I had stopped shivering, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to Philadelphia.

It took me about an hour to get to my destination. It might have been a little more but honestly I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was my end destination.

I pulled into the cemetery, maneuvering my car to where I knew Denton’s grave would be. It had been exactly a year since he died in my arms and yet the pain was still so raw in my heart, you’d think it just happened yesterday.

I put the car in park and turned off the engine. Taking a deep breath for courage, I stepped out into the cold Philly morning and made my way to his graveside. His headstone was big, black and beautiful. His family spared no expense on it and I was glad for it.

Dropping to my knees I hugged the headstone. I know it made no sense but does anything really make sense when you’re grieving the loss of the man you loved? My heart ached for him. I missed everything about him from his sarcastic sense of humor down to his dominating presence. My body shuddered as a sob escaped my lips.

“The stone can’t hug you back Sid.”

I spun on a gasp and almost cried out joyously until I remembered I couldn’t actually touch him. “Denton!”

He kneeled down in front of me and ran a ghostly finger along my cheek as if he was trying to capture the tear that fell. “Why are you here Sid, crying over my grave?”

“I miss you,” I admitted. “I miss you so bad it hurts.”

He smiled sadly at me, “I miss you too baby but you can’t spend the rest of your life crying over my grave. You have a life you need to get back to, a life you need to start living.”I just shook my head. I didn’t even know how to begin to explain that the me he used to know died the day he did.
“Sid…” he whispered softly.

I looked up into those gorgeous dark eyes of his, the ones that used to suck me into their depths with a simple look, wishing I could throw myself into his arms again. “I know what you’re thinking Sid and you can’t live your life in the past. It’s not healthy and it’s not right. Not only that, you made me a promise. Do you remember?”

I nodded, mumbling, “Yeah, I remember.”

“And what have you done about it?” he asked, eyeing me the way he would eye a suspect he was interrogating.

I looked away from him embarrassed because I hadn’t done anything. I hadn’t kept my promise but instead spent my days walking around like a zombie from some apocalyptic movie. “I’ve been busy with school,” I lied.

He laughed, “I hope you don’t expect me to believe that.”

I smirked, “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

He sat down on the snow, resting his elbows on his knees, “And how’s Mitch?”

I cringed. Why did he have to bring that up? Better yet, why the hell did he wanna know? “Why? You hated the guy.”“I didn’t hate the guy but I will admit to being jealous of him since he got to spend more time with you than I did. Besides, how could I hate the man who helped me save your life?” He asked. “If it wasn’t for Mitch, we never would have found you in time.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, surprised.

He shook his head, “Don’t change the subject. How are you and Mitch doing?”

I sighed, “There is no me and Mitch. I broke up with him a couple weeks ago.”

“Why?” he asked. Now it was his turn to look surprised.

“I didn’t know how to separate the two of you. You guys were linked in my world and if I couldn’t have both it seemed wrong to keep just one.”

He cupped my face the best a ghost could, trying to guide my face up. I just went with it since it was the best I was going to get from him anymore. “Sidney, I understand your pain, I really do, but to break things off with Mitch because of me is just cruel. He loves you Sid. Not only that but he’s a living, breathing man who can give you the life that I wanted to but won’t be able to now. Don’t shut out the world because of your pain but rather embrace it because of it.”

I smiled, “So what, you die and start writing encouraging words of wisdom for Hallmark?”He laughed, “Let’s just say there’s a world of knowledge on this side that you don’t have when you’re alive. It makes you see the world in a whole different light.”

“Care to give this girl some of your insight?”

He shook his head, “Sorry Sid, there are rules on this side of the veil that even I can’t break.”

“Well, that sucks.”

“What I can tell you, is that if you pick yourself up off this ground, dust off the snow and start living your life the way you were meant to not only will you be so much happier, you’ll find that there is a plethora of people out there who really need your help and one very special man who’s heart breaks a little more everyday because you left him.”

“So, let me get this straight,” I said to clarify. “You want me to get up, go back to school, use my super powers for good and return to the arms of the man you shared me with?”

“Yes, yes, yes and sadly yes. Part of that knowledge I have over here is of future events…”

“What do you see for me?” I asked excitedly.

He shook his head, “I can only tell you this… if you listen to me, which I know is extremely hard for you to do at times, you will have the greatest chance for the brightest future I’ve seen for you. But there are no guarantees unless you work for it. Nothing worth having is ever given freely.”

“You know you’re killing me with this Hallmark crap, right?”

He laughed, “If my ‘Hallmark’ crap will bring a smile to your gorgeous face then it was worth it.”

I stood and he rose with me, “So what happens now? With you, I mean?”

“I’ll continue to stand watch over you as I’ve been doing for the last year,” he replied.

I arched my brow at him, “Have you been spying on me in the shower? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve felt prying eyes on my naked body a few times.”

He crossed his heart, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “It wasn’t me, I swear it!”

“Right,” I snorted. “Wait a second, if you’ve been watching over me for the last year, why did you seem so surprised when I told you that I’d broken up with Mitch?”

He sighed, “I’m not God Sidney. I can’t be everywhere at once and I do go visit my other family members. As a matter of fact, my grandmother and I had a very pleasant conversation the last time I went to see her. Did you know that she’s been talking to my grandfather for years? No wonder she was never really depressed about his death.” He shook his head, chuckling.I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jacket, “Will you come see me again?”

His eyes softened, “I don’t want to prevent you from moving on and having the life you should have but…” he held up his hand when he saw me open my mouth to protest. “I will spend every morning of your birthday with you as long as we don’t spend it here at my grave. Your destiny’s in the future Sid, not the past.”

“Fine,” I sighed. “Oh hey, thanks for the file on my parents. I mean, I haven’t really looked at it yet but I wanted to at least thank you for the work you did.”

He shrugged, “It wasn’t much but it’s a start. I know you’re not interested in finding out about them right now but that may change in another year or two.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Do you know who they are?”


“Are you going to tell me?”




“Can you at least answer a question for me?”


“Are they dead or alive?”


He scratched his jaw and stared at me for several seconds before answering, “Alive.”


I gasped. I had always assumed my parents were dead and despite my over the top crazy stories, I would never had guessed in a thousand years that they’d still be alive or that they’d willingly give me away unless of course one of my crazy stories was actually true. But at the moment, it was too much for my brain to comprehend. “Alive?”


He nodded.

I shook my head, “That’s too much for my brain right now. I’m storing that away for future use.”

“Good idea. So, are you ready to head back?” he asked.

“You trying to get rid of me already?” I asked.

“Nope, was just gonna jump in the car and keep you company for the ride back.”

I grinned, “That would be awesome!”

We got in the car and I turned the heater back on to full blast. “So, you spending the day with me?” I asked, as we pulled out of the cemetery and back on to the main road.


“What?” I asked, my head snapping to the right to look at him.“I’m just taking you back to where you need to be Sid.”

“Well that sucks.”

“Hey! Our agreement was for morning visitations,” he reminded me.

“Yes,” I agreed. “But the morning isn’t over until 11:59.”

He shook his head, “The morning ends at 10:59.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because lunch begins at eleven,” he grinned.

I wanted to be angry but I couldn’t. Instead I laughed, “Did you just pull a Sidney on me?”

Denton leaned back in the chair and crossed him arms, “I did learn from the best.”

“That is so true!” I teased.

“Not very modest are we?” he grinned.

I swept my hand down the front my body, “When you’re the complete package, why would I need to be.”

He laughed, “And there’s the vibrant girl I used to know. I thought I’d lost you there for a while.”

I smiled, “You kind of did.”

“Are you ok now?” he asked.

“I think I will be.”

We finished our drive back to the school talking about everything and nothing. None of it really mattered anyway. I was just glad to have Denton back, even if it was for a short period of time.

I pulled into the school parking lot and parked the car. I turned in my seat to face Denton, “I really miss you.”

He stroked my cheek making me shiver, “I miss you too.”

I looked at the clock. It was a little before nine, “You coming up with me?”

He shook his head, “Not this time. Lily’s waiting upstairs for you and I’m pretty sure she wants to throttle you for leaving.”

I snickered, “Yeah, she does have a temper especially when people mess up her plans.”

I tried to reach for his hand but my fingers went right through his, “I love you Denton.”

“I love you too Sidney Rinn.” He leaned in towards me and my belly fluttered with anticipation. There was no actual contact when he kissed me but I felt a tingling sensation across my lips that managed to work its way all the way down to my toes. I sighed happily when he pulled away, “Happy Birthday Sid.”

“I think that was the best birthday gift ever.”He grinned, “I’ll see you next year.”

I watched as he faded away. I was still sad knowing he was really gone but knowing that I’d at least get to see him on my birthday every year, even if it was only for a few hours, was enough to mend some of my broken heart.

Turning off the car, I stepped out into the cold and sighed. It was now time to face firing squad, also known as Lily. Man was she gonna be pissed that I messed up her plans for my birthday breakfast. Oh well, at least I had really good excuse.




What inspired you to write this book?


A friend of mine had called me about a dream she had and thought it would make a good story. Apparently so did I.


What can we expect from you in the future?


I'm hoping to finish several books here in the near future. I'm quickly working on a novella in the hopes that I can release by Halloween.


Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in The Seer?


Absolutely - Sidney is our heroine. She's quirky has a great sense of humor and can see the past. Lily is her best friend and partner in crime. Lily is feisty and has the power to move things with her mind. She's also developed an inherent eye rolling problem thanks to Sidney. Denton is our dark, brooding and sexy detective. He's no nonsense and all business except when it comes to Sidney. Mitch is a PI with psychic abilities and the body of a Greek God.


What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

Sidney... she's just a lot of fun.


If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?


Molly Quinn


Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?


Oh no! They definitely highjack the story. Denton and I had a full on argument about one particular scene in the book. LOL!



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Charlie Daye began writing at the tender age of thirteen. With an obsession for romance, happy endings and the supernatural she delves into your greatest fantasies and worst nightmares. She will have you laughing, crying, falling in love and getting angry. She will always give you a HEA but getting there is the journey worth taking.

Charlie Daye was born in Lynwood, California. Her greatest passions are music and writing. Her first short story was written at the age of thirteen. At the time her entire class was asked to write a short story for Halloween as part of a homework assignment. Most of the kids in the class wrote one to two page stories... Charlie wrote eight. The short story titled The Haunted House went on to win her district wide awards and was published locally. From their she began writing poetry as means of expression.

Since her writing career began she's has published several titles... The House, The Colonial, The Reservation, The Portrait, The Gypsy's Dance, Mistaken for a Call Girl, Her Last Request and Breeders. Four of which have been nominated for the 2012 RONE Award.

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