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BLOGWORDS SPECIAL EDITION – Wednesday 31 August 2016

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

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COVER REVEAL

The month of September is a special time for me:

my THIRD novel and sequel to

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the final in the unsavory heritage series,

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WHEEEEE!!!!!

 

 

 

 

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS and COVER REVEAL

Dreams really do come true.

 

 

No, really, they do.

 

You see, once upon a time, I didn’t really believe mine would.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was invisible.  Or she thought she was invisible, felt that way at least.  And when she felt people were staring at her, she wished she was invisible.  That little girl was me.  Hello, my name is Robin, and I’m a recovering invisiblet.  I wasn’t shy, I was terrified.  And that made it quite difficult to make friends.  Or to be a friend.” [blog post 02 May 2014

 

When you’re an invisiblet, not only are you invisible, but so is everything you do.   But  once upon a time I did better than wish upon a star. I asked Father God why my life didn’t line up with His Word.

 

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It wasn’t an easy answer, but I fought my way through and now one of my dreams is reality: I am a published author. I’ve written three novels now, but I hear tell the feeling never gets old!

 

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LOOKIT!!  THREE BOOKS!  THREE OF ‘EM!!

 

 

So without further ado, here is the official first look at the cover for Cissy, Book 3 in the unsavory heritage series.

 

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TAA DAAA!!!

Utter destruction with a single word. A curse uttered on the breath of a vituperous woman.
Cissy Calhoun is too young to comprehend the malice behind the words she hears. At five, she takes them at face value.
She is evil.
And so the course of her life is set. And generations that issue from her will carry the stain.
Can a life rived by careless words be redeemed? Can the lie be undone? I there a word powerful enough to break the curse and undo the unsavory heritage?

 

My lovely covers were designed by Victorine Lieske, author and graphic designer.
slide 9Victorine enjoys commercial success through her writing, thanks in part to her ability to analyze and adapt to the constantly changing trends in today’s publishing environment. She self-published her first book, Not What She Seems, in April of 2010. In March of 2011, Not What She Seems began its 6 week run on The New York Times best selling eBook list. By May 2011 she had sold over 100,000 copies. Victorine’s first romantic comedy novel, Accidentally Married, hit the USA Today Best selling books list in January 2015. Victorine is a graphic designer as well, and can be hired for book cover design.

 

http://bluevalleyauthorservices.com/

 

Most heartfelt thanks, Victorine! I love my covers! You done good!

 

 

Follow your dreams. Keep after them with diligent pursuit. Your dreams are your own and they’re there for a reason. Make your dreams come true. I did.

 

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Welcome to the Cover Release Party for Robin E. Mason’s second women’s and family fiction story, Clara Bess, set to release 30 November 2015. Robin’s debut novel, Tessa, arrived in March 2014 and has been met with fantastic reviews.

 

A few notes of praise for Tessa:

 

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This is such an amazing read because there are so many twists to the plot. The characters are very well thought out and brought to life. I don’t want to give away too much information, but I would like to say, get ready. Robin E. Mason is a wonderful author and I look forward to reading more from her. If you are looking for a book that is open and shut, this is not it. If you are, however, looking for a book that will leave you on the edge of your seat asking how, when, why, and where, this book is for you! Grab a copy today! – Alisha Cagle, Author

 

Even the prologue is a twist! Be ready for a spell binding book that will keep you on the edge of your seat. You simply can’t wait to turn the page (or click the next page). Plots within plots within plots. I simply don’t know how she could keep up with it all! – Dede Stockton, Author

 

You won’t be able to put it down. Indeed, a story that beautifully captures the brilliance of women and the mayhem of family. A must read. – Heather Burch

 

This story has twists and turns and heartaches and mystery and hope and love and anger and twists and turns and well… I loved how the story keeps you wondering: Who the heck? What in the world? And, Oh, dear! It is one of the least predictable books I have ever read. I enjoyed laughing and I enjoyed crying. I am not going to tell you anymore about the plot or the characters because you’ll simply have to read it yourself. – Leslie Hoyt

 

 

Back cover blurb for Clara Bess:

On the day of her 50th birthday, Clara Bess Caldwell was not basking in the joy of a blissful Christmas Day winding down. She was not at home with her family, enjoying eggnog or coffee by a fireplace, nor was she checking a goose roasting in the oven.

Clara Bess was at her mother’s house, going through her personal effects, something she had put off for several weeks. Her children, her husband, her siblings, had all urged her to wait another day. To not put herself through this ordeal on Christmas Day.

“But it was her birthday, too.” Clara Bess reminded them.

But Clara Bess wasn’t at all prepared for what she unearthed at the bottom of her mother’s keepsake box. Not in with legal papers, not in her own baby book, not in the safe even. Nor was she prepared for the discovery of her unsavory heritage.

Clara Bess read, with shock and no small degree of confusion, the line on her birth certificate where her mother’s name should be. It did not read Lily Isabella Mayes.

 

Clara Bess rode waves of confusion for several weeks, unsure what to make of the erroneous information. Afraid it could be true, she couldn’t bring herself to go to the courthouse, or the hospital, to have it corrected. Little things pinged in her memory things that pointed to the unbelievable possibility.

Clara Bess was adopted.

Where, then, were the adoption papers?

 

This book has many of the same things enjoyed in book one – historical details, deep emotions, adventure, humor.

So without further ado, we introduce Clara Bess – available 30 November 2015 on Amazon for Kindle, and CreateSpace.

So without further ado, HERE IS THE COVER, may I have a drum roll please:

 

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Launch events will be on 30 November, both online at https://www.facebook.com/events/727075850756986/

and live at Stomping Grounds Coffee House and Wine Bar, 208 Trade Street, Greer, SC

https://www.facebook.com/events/902812829812752/

Hope to see you at one event or both!

 

Leave a comment for your chance to win a signed copy of Clara Bess, which will be sent to the winners the first week of December!

 

What’s one thing you like about this cover? Or, if you read Tessa, what was one thing you enjoyed about Robin’s debut?

 

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“I once said I should write down all the story ideas in my head so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!

 

Ms. Mason has been writing since 1995, and began working in earnest on her debut novel, Tessa in 2013. Meanwhile, she cranked out a few dozen poems, and made countless notes for story ideas. Ms. Mason lived with depression for many years, and the inherent feelings of worthlessness and invisibility; she didn’t want to be who she was and struggled with her own identity for many years. Her characters face many of these same demons.

 

Ms. Mason has lived in the Upstate of South Carolina since 1988. She lived in Colorado for sixteen years, during which time she: went to high school, got married, had babies, got divorced and went to college. Her “babies” are now grown, two have babies of their own. She currently lives alone, with her five cats.
Ms. Mason writes Christian-worldview–in other words, there’s no salvation message, but there are plenty of characters who know the Lord and share His perspective with those who are struggling.

 

Clara Bess is the sequel to Tessa and the second book in the Unsavory Heritage Series, and will launch next month, with the third book in the series, Cissy, will be available in 2016. Ms. Mason also has several poems included in an anthology, Where Dreams and Visions Live (Anthologies of the Heart Book 1) by Mary Blowers, as well as a short story Sarafina’s Light, also in an anthology, Blood Moon, compiled by Mary Blowers.

 

 

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877

http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S

https://twitter.com/amythyst212

 

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In the Darkness of the Pit

The Light Shines Brightest

 

Drums summon the chieftain’s powerful son to slay a man in cold blood and thereby earn his place among the warriors. But instead of glory, he earns the name Draven, “Coward.” When the men of his tribe march off to war, Draven remains behind with the women and his shame. Only fearless but crippled Ita values her brother’s honor.

 

The warriors return from battle victorious yet trailing a curse in their wake. One by one the strong and the weak of the tribe fall prey to an illness of supernatural power. The secret source of this evil can be found and destroyed by only the bravest heart.

 

But when the curse attacks the one Draven loves most, can this coward find the courage he needs to face the darkness?

 

Coming May 25, 2015

 

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RAFFLECOPTER LINK:

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Enter the giveaway for a chance to win one of three ARCs (advance reader copies) of Draven’s Light.

 

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ANNE ELISABETH STENGL makes her home in North Carolina, where she lives with her husband, Rohan, a kindle of kitties, and one long-suffering dog. When she’s not writing, she enjoys Shakespeare, opera, and tea, and practices piano, painting, and pastry baking. She is the author of the critically-acclaimed Tales of Goldstone Wood. Her novel Starflower was awarded the 2013 Clive Staples Award, and her novels Heartless, Veiled Rose, and Dragonwitch have each been honored with a Christy Award.

To learn more about Anne Elisabeth Stengl and her books visit: www.AnneElisabethStengl.blogspot.com

 

 

Pre-order Draven’s Light today!

 

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Excerpt from

DRAVEN’S LIGHT

By Anne Elisabeth Stengl

(coming May 25, 2015)

 

 

He heard the drums in his dreams, distant but drawing ever nearer. He had heard them before and wondered if the time of his manhood had come. But with the approach of dawn, the drums always faded away and he woke to the world still a child. Still a boy.

But this night, the distant drums were louder, stronger. Somehow he knew they were not concocted of his sleeping fancy. No, even as he slept he knew these were real drums, and he recognized the beat: The beat of death. The beat of blood.

The beat of a man’s heart.

He woke with a start, his leg throbbing where it had just been kicked. It was not the sort of awakening he had longed for these last two years and more. He glared from his bed up into the face of his sister, who stood above him, balancing her weight on a stout forked branch tucked under her left shoulder.

“Ita,” the boy growled, “what are you doing here? Go back to the women’s hut!”

His sister made a face at him, but he saw, even by the moonlight streaming through cracks in the thatch above, that her eyes were very round and solemn. Only then did he notice that the drumbeats of his dream were indeed still booming deep in the woods beyond the village fires. He sat up then, his heart thudding its own thunderous pace.

“A prisoner,” Ita said, shifting her branch so that she might turn toward the door. “The drums speak of a prisoner. They’re bringing him even now.” She flashed a smile down at him, though it was so tense with anxiety it could hardly be counted a smile at all. “Gaho, your name!”

The boy was up and out of his bed in a moment, reaching for a tunic and belt. His sister hobbled back along the wall but did not leave, though he wished she would. He wished she would allow him these few moments before the drums arrived in the village. The drums that beat of one man’s death . . . and one man’s birth.

His name was Gaho. But by the coming of dawn, if the drums’ promise was true, he would be born again in blood and bear a new name.

Hands shaking with what he desperately hoped wasn’t fear, he tightened his belt and searched the room for his sickle blade. He saw the bone handle, white in the moonlight, protruding from beneath his bed pile, and swiftly took it up. The bronze gleamed dully, like the carnivorous tooth of an ancient beast.

A shudder ran through his sister’s body. Gaho, sensing her distress, turned to her. She grasped her supporting branch hard, and the smile was gone from her face. “Gaho,” she said, “will you do it?”

“I will,” said Gaho, his voice strong with mounting excitement.

But Ita reached out to him suddenly, catching his weapon hand just above the wrist. “I will lose you,” she said. “My brother . . . I will lose you!”

“You will not. You will lose only Gaho,” said the boy, shaking her off, gently, for she was not strong. Without another word, he ducked through the door of his small hut—one he had built for himself but a year before in anticipation of his coming manhood—and stood in the darkness of Rannul Village, eyes instinctively turning to the few campfires burning. The drums were very near now, and he could see the shadows of waking villagers moving about the fires, building up the flames in preparation for what must surely follow. He felt eyes he could not see turning to his hut, turning to him. He felt the question each pair of eyes asked in silent curiosity: Will it be tonight?

Tonight or no night.

Grasping the hilt of his weapon with both hands, Gaho strode to the dusty village center, which was beaten down into hard, packed earth from years of meetings and matches of strength held in this same spot. Tall pillars of aged wood ringed this circle, and women hastened to these, bearing torches which they fit into hollowed-out slots in each pillar. Soon the village center was bright as noonday, but with harsh red light appropriate for coming events.

Gaho stood in the center of that light, his heart ramming in his throat though his face was a stoic mask. All the waking village was gathered now, men, women, and children, standing just beyond the circle, watching him.

The drums came up from the river, pounding in time to the tramp of warriors’ feet. Then the warriors themselves were illuminated by the ringing torches, their faces anointed in blood, their heads helmed with bone and bronze, their shoulders covered in hides of bear, wolf, and boar. Ten men carried tight skin drums, beating them with their fists. They entered the center first, standing each beneath one of the ringing pillars. Other warriors followed them, filling in the gaps between.

Then the chieftain, mighty Gaher, appeared. He carried his heavy crescent ax in one hand, and Gaho saw that blood stained its edge—indeed, blood spattered the blade from tip to hilt and covered the whole of the chieftain’s fist. Gaher strode into the circle, and the boy saw more blood in his beard. But he also saw the bright, wolfish smile and knew for certain that his sister had been correct. The night of naming had come.

“My son,” said the chief, saluting Gaho with upraised weapon.

“My father,” said Gaho, raising his sickle blade in return.

“Are you ready this night to die and live again?” asked the chief. His voice carried through the shadows, and every one of the tribe heard it, and any and all listening beasts of forests and fields surrounding. “Are you ready this night for the spilling of blood that must flow before life may begin?”

Gaho drew a deep breath, putting all the strength of his spirit into his answer. “I am ready, Father.”

Gaher’s smile grew, the torchlight flashing red upon his sharpened canines. He turned then and motioned to the darkness beyond the torchlight.

The sacrifice was brought forward.

 

 

 

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