Thursday, February 15, 2018

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

BOOK REVIEW: WATCH ME by CYNTHIA EDEN @cynthiaeden #RomanticSuspense

Watch Me
Author:  Cynthia Eden
Series: Dark Obsession
Publisher: Hocus Pocus Publishing
Published: December 9, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance 
Pages: 200
Format: ebook 
Source: Author
Reading Challenges: COYER Winter with a TwistNetgalley and Edelweiss, Blogger Shame, Author Love

I received this book for free from the Author.  This does not affect my views of the book or the content of my review.

Monday, February 12, 2018



February 12-18, 2018

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Friday, February 09, 2018

BLOG TOUR: EYE OF THE MOON by IVAN OBOLENSKY #Excerpt @ivanobolensky

Today I have the pleasure of hosting Ivan Obolensky author of Eye of the Moon on the blog.

Title: The Eye of the Moon
Author: Ivan Obolensky
Genre: Gothic mystery/thriller/magical realism
Publisher: Smith-Obolensky Media
Length of Book: 554 pages
Release Date: February 6th, 2018
Book Links: Amazon and Goodreads

The Basis of Eye of the Moon
Ivan Obolensky

The premise for Eye of the Moon was formed from a piece of family history that my father told me when I was ten. My grandmother had passed away while reading the Egyptian Book of the Dead. As to what the Egyptian Book of the Dead was, I didn’t know when he told me. I was too shocked to ask. The interpretation was left to my imagination — of which I had a prodigious amount. Bad dreams followed, and the story stuck in my mind. Knowing the house that she had lived in made her mysterious death all the more believable and interesting.

I had visited the estate several times while I was growing up, but only briefly. On the surface, it was beautiful, sumptuous, and elegant, but like water that is deep and still, dark currents moved below the surface. I could feel them.

The house was large and surrounded by extensive lawns that gave way to woods that encircled the property and stretched all the way to the Hudson River. By late afternoon, fog would obscure the view from the windows, and the fact that we were completely alone and cut off from the rest of the world could weigh upon the mind, particularly those of the adults that remained. When my father was away during those vacations, there was only the nanny, my brother and sister, and myself. The servants, a butler, a cook, and a handyman slept in the servant’s wing and interacted with us on a minimal basis. Although this isolation never bothered me particularly, it would affect the nannies who accompanied us on those vacations. They saw things in that house, particularly at night. What it was they saw, they never spoke of, at least to me, but I saw the looks and heard the whispers. Several refused to return. After a time, we no longer visited. Whether this was due to the governesses digging in their heels, or my father’s busy schedule was never made clear. 

Such a location had to be written about.
Many gothic mysteries take place in England or Europe. I wanted to write an American version, but in such a way as to differentiate it from its European counterparts. The American dream is an economic story more than one of birth and class, but I didn’t want to write a novel about business. I thought I would start with the promise. A promise is a contract of sorts, and it is contracts that underpin most business transactions. Contracts can seem dry, and the mere mention of the details can have readers streaming for the exit, but what about a contract with a demon? How does one structure one of those? What happens when it is broken? 

Contracts and contract law now gain an extraordinary relevance.
This last brings up the subject of magic. What is it? Is it just our imaginations playing tricks on us? A reader can pick up a fantasy novel and have all the magic they want, but the genre is called fantasy for a reason. I believe that a world with no magic is just a world. Magic exists, but not in the ways most people think. I wanted to explore real magic. The magic for me is in the characters and the dialogues, but there is that other bit, that disturbing bit. Reality can be stranger than any fiction.

[Percy and Johnny are in the limousine heading to Rhinebeck. They are reconnecting after being separated for some years, and Johnny’s Aunt Alice, who once owned Rhinebeck and died there, has come up in the conversation. Percy, the narrator, speaks first.]

    “…I loved Alice growing up. She was always so glamorous.”

     “She was, but under the surface, her life was messy. Her marriages all bombed, mostly because she was either steeped in her research or gallivanting with someone else. I doubt there was a man alive who could have hung on to her. Stories about her death continue to circulate although years have passed.”

     “Ah yes. The famous ‘socialite dies under mysterious circumstances’ that sent everyone into a tizzy of speculation at the time.”

     “Precisely, and the parents are still silent about what happened.”

     “Do you think they know something?”

     “I suspect they know more than they let on. I do try and get them to talk about it every now and again, but so far very little has been forthcoming. Mother changes the subject, and Father ignores the question entirely. He was quite close to Alice — maybe closer than anyone. I think her death is still a source of sorrow.”

     Johnny looked out the window at the rain while I looked back at that time and marveled at how skillfully we had been kept in the dark. Johnny and I did not attend the funeral because such things were considered inappropriate for children. Years passed before we learned how sensational her death had been. It was not that we didn’t know her. We vacationed at her house and saw her regularly. We were in awe of her. In some ways, I was thankful we were left with only the happy memories of her alive.

     Johnny stretched and said, “I don’t blame the parents for not discussing her death. It was a dark time. The press had a field day. ‘Plot thickens. Police called in’ — that sort of thing. The headlines were enough to sour anyone on the subject. On top of that, there was no will. Although much was spelled out in the many trusts instruments that handled her finances, there was a significant bit not covered. I can hardly believe that her banking people didn’t force her to write one up, but such lapses weren’t particularly out of character…”

Percy was brought up with his childhood friend Johnny Dodge at Rhinebeck, the Dodges’ lavish estate overlooking the Hudson. After a trading disaster, the two dissolve their partnership, and Percy’s ties to the Dodge family are weakened. Ever loyal, Johnny eventually persuades Percy to join him for a weekend house party at Rhinebeck with a volatile group of family and guests.

Once owned by Johnny’s legendary socialite Aunt Alice, Rhinebeck holds more than just childhood memories. Alice mysteriously died while reading the Egyptian Book of the Dead when Johnny and Percy were ten, and they have been kept in the dark about that night ever since.

From the family butler, long a faithful servant to the Dodge family, they learn that Alice’s story is far darker than anticipated and will impact the lives of all who are present before the weekend concludes.

Eye of the Moon is a complex and sophisticated web of mystery, Egyptian occultism, sumptuous elegance, high-stakes finance, magic, and intrigue, where family members, guests, and even the staff have their own agendas, and nothing is what it seems.


Ivan Obolensky grew up regaled by tales of his ancestors while surrounded by high society. Those stories of intrigue and adventure inspired him and nurtured his love of storytelling, which he brings to his writing, both fiction and nonfiction.

"Eye of the Moon" is colored by the stories of his youth. It was inspired by two questions: If life has given us gifts, what do we owe for having squandered them? To whom do we owe exactly and what will that payment be? Set in a family estate at Rhinebeck, the plot is a complex and sophisticated web of mystery, Egyptian occultism, sumptuous elegance, and intrigue. 

Ivan is a lifelong reader and seeker of the way worlds intersect and connect. His nonfiction articles, weaving history, current events, science and finance, are published online.

Ivan lives in Southern California with his wife, Mary Jo. His hobbies include running, photography, and music.

Monday, February 05, 2018



February 5-11, 2018

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Wednesday, January 31, 2018


The Ones Who Got Away
Author:  Roni Loren 
Series: The Ones Who Got Away #1 
Published: January 2nd 2018 
Genres: Contemporary, Romance 
Pages: 384 
Format: eARC 
Source: Publisher via Netgalley
Reading Challenges: 2018 New Release COYER Winter with a TwistNetgalley and Edelweiss

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Tuesday, January 30, 2018


Title:  We Were One (Looking Glass alternate POV)
Author: Elizabeth Reyes
Genre: NA/Romance suspense/Romantic thriller
Release Date:  January 29, 2018

Monday, January 29, 2018


Title: Bayside Passions
Series: Bayside Summers #2
Publisher: World Literary Press
Released: January 10, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance 
Format: eARC 
Pages: 364
Source: Author via Beck Valley Book Tours
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Thursday, January 25, 2018

Blog All About It Challenge ~ January 2018 - Winter


When I heard about this challenge, my excitement levels went up a notch. Why? This was a great opportunity for me to start having discussion posts on my blog. However, when I discovered the prompt for January would be winter, I scratched my head and wondered what I have gotten myself into.  What could I possibly write about winter, having had no experience with the season? You see, I from the island of Jamaica, which does not experience the four seasons. Instead, it is either sunshine or rain, hot or cool and the threat of hurricanes between the months of June and November. Now there is a topic I could write extensively on, but that is a story for another time.

Throughout my life, I have had the pleasure of meeting persons who provided me with their varying views on winter. In addition, I have seen photographs of what winter looks like. I know this can never compare to the real thing, but for I have no choice but to experience it through the eyes of others. Growing up, I always wanted to experience what they experienced.  It all appeared so adventurous and fun.  The idea of making snowmen, engaging in snowball fights and creating snow angels and feeling and smelling snow piqued my curiosity. Also curling up beside the fireplace with a good book and hot chocolate, what more could a bookworm ask for. I dreamed of experiencing these things, but the opportunity never presented itself. Then as I got older, I came to realise there is so much more to winter than I originally thought.

The freezing temperatures I have heard about is definitely no joke. I am used to wearing one layer of clothing and so I cannot imagine wearing several layers to combat the cold weather. I am not averse to cold, but when I hear about temperatures such as 10 degrees Celsius, I am thinking hell no and do not get me started when it falls lower than this. Then there is the thing with the ice hmm.   Slipping on ice or having accidents while driving is not something I would want to experience. However, I love the idea of staying indoors due to the freezing temperatures and being the homebody I am it would suit me fine.

In a recent conversation with a relative who lived in the New York for twenty years, I enquired about what she loved most and least about the season. Her response made me laugh.  She stated emphatically that she did not like winter and it only had a good name because Christmas was celebrated during this time. So in essence, her favourite part of winter is Christmas. I understood where she was coming from because after spending most of your life in a tropical climate adjusting to the cold weather would prove a challenge. She hated when the snow get dirty as it is ugly and slippery. She said winter had other redeeming qualities as she enjoyed hot beverages during this time, and she loved the soothing feeling that comes with watching the falling snow.

Now despite the freezing temperatures and the possibility of slipping on ice I still dream of experiencing a taste of winter. I am not sure if it is something I would want to deal with permanently, but I would love to see and feel snow and experience all the good things that come with it.

If you would like to be apart of this challenge, which hosted by Anna @ Herding Cats and Burning Soup, here is the link: