Cover Reveal Party-The Christmas Beagle




Get cozy! 

Join us November 4th, 2 to 6 PM Pacific Time, for the online cover reveal of “The Christmas Beagle”!  There will be contests, guest authors, prizes and a special surprise at the end!  And, of course, you will all get to see “The Christmas Beagle” cover!   It all takes place on my Facebook Author page, right here!

Meet Talented Authors

At 3:00 PM (Pacific Time), author April Wood will chat with us about her upcoming novel “Season of the Witch”, and at 4:00 Heather Blanton, author of “In Time For Christmas” and “A Lady in Defiance”, will take over to talk about her books.  What a great opportunity to mingle with great writers and learn more about their work!

Win Prizes!

There will be contests throughout the evening, with prizes including Starbucks gift cards and a free advanced digital copy of “The Christmas Beagle”!

How to Join the Party

It’s easy!  Just click here, and click the “GOING” button.  Then, on November 4th, keep a look out for posts form the party in your feed, or go to the party’s page and join right in on the fun!   See you there!

Excerpt from “The Voiceless”, Part 2


From “The Voiceless”:

Several hours pass, and I still have no fish.  I’m dripping with sweat and shaking with hunger.  Casting modesty aside, I plop down in the water and stare at my lap.  With a cautious lowering of her body, Susanti sits next to me.  “Susanti,” she says.  I smile, but it’s chased away and replaced with a look of timid fright as she reaches her hand out towards my cheek.  As she makes contact, my pulse hammers in my ear and for a moment I forget how to breathe.  Remembering myself, I scramble to reposition my legs.  She waits until I stop moving and touches my cheek again.  Her fingers trickle down to my throat. I clamp my eyes shut.  She withdraws her hand, and my eyelids part.  Her palm is pressed against her own cheek.  “Susanti,” she repeats.  Her hand returns to my cheek, and this time, I keep my eyes open.  Understanding reaches me.  I trudge ashore and point the fishing stick at the wet sand.  With jerky motions, I write my name in a jumbled scrawl.  It’s the only word I know how to write.   


Thank you for reading this excerpt from “The Voiceless”.  Read another free excerpt here.  Buy it on Amazon here.