Friday Reviews

While I do have several books I want to personally review, I am waiting on the interviews that go along with them, so I hope you will be patient until I get everything sorted out. In the meantime, there are others who have been reviewing books so I thought I’d share their links. You might want to add some of them to your summer reading list. 🙂

The first is Jennifer M. Eaton’s review of Surrender by Aimee Lane. I love her cookie ratings.

The second, if you have a passion for zombies, is a review by Derek Newman-Stilles (Speculating Canada) of Zombie Versus Fairy Featuring Albinos by James Marshall. He speculates that the story shows how “our society [has] become like zombies, not questioning, not changing, following outdated patterns, and mindlessly destroying”.

If you like poetry, here are a couple of links to sites where new works of poetry are being discussed:

Julie Catherine has a poetry collection, Poems of Living, Loving & Lore and a few more poems to share.

Christy Burmingham has just produced her collection of inspiring poems, Pathways to Illumination.

To round out the selections, Cheri Champagne has just published, Love and Deceit, the third of the Mason Sibling series of Regency Romances. These aren’t your usual period romances, with simpering leads fawning over men they can’t possess. Cheri has strong female characters who are embroiled in mystery, intrigue and high adventure, as well as antics in the bedroom!

If you’ve ever contemplated life, death and its mysteries, Evelyn Woodward’s story I Am the Gatekeeper presents a different perspective on the world around us. Evelyn also has a chilling mystery, Caught In The Web.

Finally, Cas Courcelle has her engrossing adventure, Down Dark Deep, on Kindle. It draws you in and captures you with suspense!

Do YOU have any good books you’d like to share? 🙂

Scary October, Day 14

It’s another Off The Wall Sunday Interview day, everyone! Today, I am pleased to introduce another of my writer’s group, Cas Courcelle. If you dropped by on Friday, I posted a taste of her story Down Dark Deep. If you missed it, you can find it here.

Hi, Cas! Welcome to my blog. Please introduce yourself. 🙂

Hi—I’m Cas Courcelles

How long have you been a writer?

My grandmother told me she remembered me writing stories before I knew how to read or write. And I do remember very carefully writing a letter to my parents when I was in the hospital. I was four and not especially precocious—I scrawled a series of loops that I was convinced were the words I wanted to say. (I asked Dad to paint my bedroom pink and blue.)

Why do you think you became a writer?

Simply put, I like to daydream.

Haha! Don’t we all?

What does your writing process look like? Where, when, how (computer, pen/paper or both) do you write?

I use a computer now—the keyboard lets me keep up with my thoughts, something that was very hard to do when I wrote my first book by hand. And I don’t have to worry about deciphering my handwriting later on. Also, I need solitude—and solitaire. Keeps me focused.

Down Dark Deep

Have you written any other scary stories besides Down Dark Deep?

‘Tickle Games’ is pretty scary and gruesome in parts—there’s an axe murdering serial killer on the loose—but it’s really a suspense novel. (It’ll join Down Dark Deep on Amazon within the next couple of months.)

I thought Down Dark Deep was plenty scary enough for me! 🙂

Is this a genre in which you normally write?

I  like to write suspense, but I could do horror in the future. Who knows what might inspire me?

What compelled you to write Tickle Games and Down Dark Deep?

I got tired of being nice. (I used to write Harlequin Romances.)

Then this is quite a departure from your usual type of story! 🙂

Do you normally read stories in this genre? If so, what is it about these types of stories that you like?

I have read many suspense novels, but not so much in the horror genre. But a good story is a good story, although I want to be engrossed, not grossed out.

Ah, a girl after my own heart! 🙂

Would you like to share any social media sites (Facebook, Twitter, blog, etc) where we can find you?

I have a Facebook page under Cas Courcelles.

I’m on Twitter under the same name.  

Also, you can check out my author page at

In closing, is there anything more you’d like to say?

Read lots, write more!

Always good advice! Thanks for joining us here, today, Cas! 🙂

Scary October – Day 12

I’d like to introduce another of my writer’s group, Cas Courcelle. Cas has many titles out there in the Harlequin stable, but has decided to do something a little different. I’ll post her interview on Sunday. In the meantime, here is an excerpt from her novel Down Dark Deep, a very creepy thriller:

Down Dark Deep


‘Strange mother; bizarre childhood.’ Kit’s flippant words belie the heartbreak that was her start in life. Chased by the past and a man who wants her dead, she is in hiding. Her refuge is threatened when she stumbles into another man’s madness and his fixation drags her deep into his distorted reality. His sanctuary from a hostile world could become her tomb; escape could drive her back to a killer.


Who was it? Who?

She saw a hint of a form behind the light, then a blurred movement. There was a muffled grunt, a scurrying sound, a shout. The light bounced with uncontrolled wildness, then stopped suddenly and flared up at the ceiling.

Kit could see Ruben’s back lit figure.

She held her breath and waited.

A man’s voice called out Ruben’s name.

Kit’s last little bit of hope died. This second man knew Ruben. He wasn’t here to rescue her.

She listened dispassionately as Ruben attacked. She heard the thud of fist meeting flesh, the growls of rage, the grunts of pain. She didn’t give a damn what they did to each other. She hoped they’d both be hurt bad enough to lessen the threat to herself.

She heard a cry of sound that grew to a chilling chant. Ruben’s voice.

—killthefather, killthefather, killthefather—

Swaying shadows, shadowy outlines, panting breath, a sharp shout of pain, then silence. Kit raised her head just a bit and stared over the blackness in front of her. There was little to see but a coned flare of light rising from the cave floor.

Suddenly the light moved, skittered around, then steadied.

The hand holding it lowered. Both disappeared into the rock.

Kit’s breath came in a startled gasp in the sudden darkness. She calmed herself. One man had left, the other was down.

Ruben or the father?

What did it matter?


Thanks for the excerpt, Cas! Hope it sparks an interest in Down Dark Deep. 🙂