Friday, February 23, 2018

Farraway Mist by Tani Hanes

Farraway Mist
Tani Hanes

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: November 17, 2017


Number of pages: 210

Word Count: 87,210

Tagline: Can she fall in love with a haunted man?

Book Description:

Scout Lawson is fleeing an unhappy past, and thinks she's run as far as she can from Yale University when she lands a job restoring a library in Cornwall, England for reclusive rock star George Wilder, who dropped out of sight after the death of his beautiful wife the year before.

As soon as she arrives at his estate, Farraway Mist, however, strange things start to happen. As the couple's feelings for each other grow, the events become more harrowing, until everything they hold dear is in peril.

Excerpt 2

It was a glorious
day for being outdoors. Scout was enchanted with her new clubs, and enchanting
as well. She exclaimed over how well balanced they were, and how well they
swung, their heft. And how shiny they were, and how pretty the color was.
George just smiled, pleased with how well received his gift was.

They played the
whole links, while the dogs bounced back and forth, rambling along the
different scents. In golf, at least, they were well-matched, and had a good
game, with Scout having the weaker but more accurate stroke.

The fog and mist
began to come up just as they reached the last few holes. "Maybe we should
stop," George suggested, looking around.

"Oh, come
on, this is all private, right?" Scout coaxed. "No one else is
around, there's no danger of anyone up ahead getting hit by a ball or
anything." She looked at him imploringly. "We can be quick, can't we?
It's just that I haven't played in so long."

"Okay, but
let's be very quick," George stressed, once again enticed by the lovely
sight of her hips as they twisted when she swung her club. "You've seen
how rapidly the mist can come up."

They played
through quickly, trying to see up ahead as the fog rose up the cliffs.

George tried to
explain the topography a little to help out, and Scout did okay, calling on her
memory from her previous walk along the links. They kept the dogs close to
avoid hitting one of them with an errant ball.

The fog finally
got thick enough to block out the sun, and Scout pulled on her sweater, which
had been tied around her slender waist.

cold?" George asked. "We can head back if you like?" He stepped
close and rubbed her arm.

Scout shook her

"This is
the last hole, right?" she asked. "Let's finish." George nodded
and stepped up to the tee.

They played
through, by which time their hair was wet from the mist and fog. They could
hear the waves, too, crashing into the rocks. They quickly shouldered their
clubs and began walking toward the house, which was shrouded in fog.

Slow down, please. Remember how slippery this bit here can be," George

Scout nodded and
slowed her steps. After a minute or two, she stopped and looked around.
"Where's Jess?" she asked.

George, too,
looked. "Fuck it all, where's she gone off to now?" he asked,
irritated beyond all measure. For no reason he could fathom, he was uneasy. He
wanted to get back to the house, he wanted to get Scout back to the house. The
longer they stayed outside, the more nervous he felt.

going, Scout, carefully, though. I'll call Jess and catch up in a mo,
okay?" he said.

Scout was going
to say she'd just wait with him, but she saw the look on his face and just
nodded, not wanting to worry him any more, and turned and kept walking. They
had to be pretty close to the house by now, anyway.

"Jess! Come
on, girl!" George called. Bandit, understanding that Jess' absence was
gumming up the works, promptly went to look for her. George knew that he'd find
her and bring her back right away, and that she'd probably be contrite and

Jess was nothing
if not polite.

He turned to see
how far ahead Scout was, and stopped dead in his tracks. Oh god.

There was
something on the trail next to her, some amorphous shape, darker than the
surrounding fog. It was hovering about eight inches off the ground, hulking
over Scout, who didn't seem aware of its presence.

Her name was torn from his mouth, a warning which she would never understand.
How could he convey what he needed from this distance with mere words? That she
needed to run, defend herself, be careful?

Scout turned
toward him, not understanding her danger, but hearing the terror in his voice.
As she turned, she slipped, dropping her clubs with a clatter. She grabbed for
the railing, which she knew she should've been holding all along.

She lost her
footing, reaching desperately for the iron fencing. She saw George drop his own
clubs, coming toward her at a dead run, Bandit appearing out of the fog behind
him like a wraith. There was no way he'd reach her in time.

The ground
beneath her feet began to crumble, and Scout knew that she was going to fall,
and probably die. It was at least a couple hundred feet down to the beach

and it wasn't a
soft, sandy beach, but rather a rocky, cove-like one, deep and beautiful for
taking photographs. The stairs were cut sharply into the cliffs, and she would
probably hit most of them on the way down.


There was a
brief moment when she thought she could save herself, when she managed to grab
the edge.

But then,
inexplicably, she felt something else, and it pushed her, pushed her body and
hands, peeling her fingers off and shoving her over the edge.

And suddenly,
just as she was sure she was going to fall, George was there, throwing himself into
the breech, literally throwing himself behind her somehow, grabbing her around
the waist, changing her trajectory, so she fell, not into the chasm underneath,
but onto a tiny ledge, a V-shaped opening between two rocks carved into the

They both landed
with a hard thump, hitting the rock wall hard. Scout carried the momentum for
both of them, being so much lighter, and kept going, nearly over the edge.
George kept his hold around her waist, hauling her back just in time. He pulled
her close, his heart beating like a triphammer in his chest.

They looked at
each other, knowing how close their escape had been, both breathing like they'd
just run a marathon.

"Oh my god,
George, thank you," Scout gasped through chattering teeth. They looked
around at their tiny, wet surroundings.

Now what?

My Review:
3 1/2 *

This Book is more a romance then Paranormal. The romance part was pretty good,  the paranormal parts are very short and far between. I was not crazy about Scout's attitude at all, she just seemed like a spoiled little girl to me, and a know it all. I guess it could just be she is comfortable with anyone and everywhere she goes. I just couldn't make myself like her. George seemed like a really awesome guy, I really liked his character. I really did not like the ending before the epilogue. I am not going to go into detail because I don't want to ruin it for the next reader, but the reactions were so wrong. 
George Wilder, Rock Star and actor, lost his wife a year ago, due to a fall. Since then he has secreted himself away in his mansion. He decides to hire a librarian to straighten out the library in his home. When he bought the house he bought it with everything in it including the books in the library. After going through the applications he settles on Scout Lawson. 
Scout Lawson has recently broken up with her boyfriend in Boston and decide she needs a change. She put in a application to be a private librarian for a home in England. 
When Scout arrives George is shocked he thought she was a man from her picture attached to the application.
  Almost as soon as Scout arrives strange things begin happening. The first night she is grabbed while in bed by an unseen hand. George comes to her rescue, which is pretty much the beginning of George's romantic feelings for Scout, even though he thinks she is a lesbian. Turns out she is not and she has feelings for him as well. 
The romance is hot at times, the sex scenes are not extremely graphic, but there are several of them. There is quite a bit of strong language in the book as well. All in all it wasn't a bad story. 

About the Author:

Tani Hanes was born in Yokosuka, Japan. She spent the first few years of her life traveling back and forth between Japan and the US, making the permanent move to the Central Valley of California when she was five. She visited family in Japan on a regular basis, and attended college in Tokyo for one year at ICU before getting her degree in Language Studies from UC Santa Cruz. She has two children, and was a substitute teacher for fifteen years. Hanes currently resides in New York City with her husband and cats, Moss and Lily.


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Grim Nora and the Secret of the Skull by A.M. Albaugh

Nora and the Secret of the Skull
A.M. Albaugh
YA Fantasy


Nora Youngblood’s father dies on her sixteenth birthday, it’s the
end of everything she ever knew. But a new journey begins with a
skull-shaped pocket watch – the last gift from her father, a
professor of archaeology. Where did this mysterious trinket come
from, and why would a warlock named Kabos now be hunting her for

now an orphan, finds protection under a wizard named Malachi, his
handsome apprentice, Aidan, and a brother she never knew she had. As
she learns the truth about her family’s mysterious past, Nora seeks
to uncover the secret of the skull, which leads to both a powerful
and dangerous weapon. With the fate of the skull in her hands, she’s
lured into the hidden world of Dubhgail to combat the treacherous
Kabos – who has kidnapped her brother. Can she sacrifice herself to
save her brother and her friends? 

this fantasy novel, a teenage girl discovers her magical heritage and
soon finds herself facing the might of an evil warlock in another

Excerpt 2:

On the tenth morning, Nora awoke to see dark clouds on the horizon. Olav sounded the alarm. They were approaching a storm, and Malachi summoned a meeting in the captain’s quarters.
“We will be entering the Dragon’s Triangle soon,” Malachi warned. “A tsunami is likely to happen, which is crucial for the maelstrom and the speed of the water that we need to breach the barrier and enter the waters of the void to reach Dubhgail.”
“And how do we know for certain we will make it?” asked Hedda.
“We don’t,” Malachi answered ominously.
“Have a little faith,” Michael reassured Hedda. “Idris wouldn’t let Malachi drown, that would be too easy.” He winked at Malachi.
That night, Nora could feel the storm in her bones. She lay awake in bed, wondering if the potion Kamaria had made was wearing off. A loud crash of thunder sounded. She sat up, and heard a whisper from an invisible source in her ear. She nodded her head, and lay calmly in bed with her eyes open. At exactly five in the morning, Nora walked out onto the deck in the pouring rain and met Malachi at the helm.
“It’s coming,” she said.
“Yes,” Malachi concurred. He rang a bell.
Large waves began to form. Nora steadied herself as the boat began to sway.
“You should head below deck,” Malachi warned.
“No,” she answered. “I’m staying. Idris told me to look after you.”
Malachi was stunned by her answer, but did not protest. The ship began to gain speed, and Malachi held onto the wheel tightly.
“Brace yourself,” Malachi advised.
Lightning struck all around them, and waterspouts formed. Nora watched intensely as the choppy waves became steep and the ship moved faster. Then she saw a large whirlpool swirling before them with a thick waterspout in the middle. Nora grabbed onto the wheel tightly. The ship was violently tugged into the rushing vortex. As lightning crashed all around them, Malachi let go of the wheel and Nora held onto it with all her strength. Water poured onto the deck. Nora heard Lena scream from down below. The ship began to lurch sideways, and as it neared the middle of the whirlpool, Malachi stood still with his eyes closed and a soft white glow emanated from the crystal on top of his staff. Malachi steadied the ship and the wind seemed to pass by them with little effect as they entered the funnel. To Nora it seemed as though Malachi had slowed down time. There was a bright flash of green light. Then everything went dark.

M. Albaugh is an award-winning poet and photographer. She studied
anthropology and communications with an emphasis in film and
television at University of Wisconsin-Madison. Favorite authors
include Hermann Hesse, Dostoyevsky, J.R.R. Tolkien, Marion Zimmer
Bradley, Lao Tzu, Kurt Vonnegut, Knut Hamsun, and Kahlil Gibran. She
also enjoys writing code.

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Murder in the Forbidden City Qing Dynasty Mysteries Book 1 by Amanda Roberts

in the Forbidden City
Qing Dynasty Mysteries
Book 1
Amanda Roberts
Genre: Historical

216 pages


one of the Empress’s ladies-in-waiting is killed in the Forbidden
City, she orders Inspector Gong to find the killer. Unfortunately, as
a man, he is forbidden from entering the Inner Court. How is he
supposed to solve a murder when he cannot visit the scene of the
crime or talk to the women in the victim’s life? He won’t be able
to solve this crime alone.

widowed Lady Li is devastated when she finds out about the murder of
her sister-in-law, who was serving as the Empress’s
lady-in-waiting. She is determined to discover who killed her, even
if it means assisting the rude and obnoxious Inspector Gong and going
undercover in the Forbidden City.

will Lady Li and Inspector Gong be able to find the murderer before
he – or she – strikes again?

in the British Quarter
Dynasty Mysteries Book 2

a young Chinese woman is murdered within the British Quarter of the
foreign legation, Inspector Gong is ordered by the Imperial Court to
solve the crime before the incident escalates into war between China
and the foreign powers. The only problem? Inspector Gong doesn’t
speak English. And he is hardly the type of man to be accepted by the
British elite living in Peking. 

again, he must turn to the one woman who can help him. The woman he
can’t stop thinking about. 

Li is trying to forget about Inspector Gong. He’s a danger to
herself, her position, and her children’s future. But when he comes
once again knocking on her door and asking for her assistance in
solving a case, she can’t resist, despite her better

Li’s language and diplomatic abilities allow her to freely enter
the world of the Western visitors, but tensions between the
foreigners and local people are increasing by the hour.

Lady Li and Inspector Gong be able to solve the crime without the
answer leading China to war?

Excerpt 2

Lady Li felt much more confident this time, in her new frock in the latest fashion, but she couldn’t ignore that the two of them together got even more stares than last time. She wasn’t sure if it was because there were two of them or because of how stunning Concubine Swan looked. Concubine Swan was a beauty by any standard. She had a long, lean body, but in the corseted French gown, she suddenly had curves in all the womanly places. She had allowed her hair to fall freely around her shoulders, which accented her nearly white skin and dreamy doe eyes. Lady Li had never felt intimidated by Concubine Swan before, but the more she looked around at the people—the men—staring at them, she had to accept that they were staring at Concubine Swan.
Lady Li shrugged the bit of self-consciousness niggling at the back of her mind away. She needed to focus on the task at hand. She rang the bell at the home of Lady Highcastle. A Chinese maid answered the door, her eyes wide at seeing two Chinese ladies in western dress standing there.
“Please let Lady Highcastle know that Lady Li is here to see her,” Lady Li said in English. She could have said it in Chinese, but she wanted to make sure that the maid would actually deliver the message.
The maid gave a curt bow and headed inside. She returned a moment later and opened the door wide.
“Lady Highcastle will see you,” she said in English. “Your maids can wait in the kitchen.”
Lady Li nodded to the maids as she and Concubine Swan were led to the parlor. Lady Li started for a moment when she saw there were two other ladies already there with Lady Highcastle: Mrs. Gibson and another woman she didn’t know.
“Lady Li!” Mrs Gibson called out as she crossed the room and took her hand. “How wonderful to see you again so soon. And what a lovely dress you are wearing.”
“It is just an ugly dress the shop had in stock,” Lady Li replied. “I thought that if I was going to resume my visits in the legation, I should update my wardrobe.”
“Well I think you look lovely,” Mrs. Gibson said. “And who is your friend?”
“This is my cousin,” Lady Li said. “My late husband’s cousin actually. She is practicing her English and wanted to accompany me.”
“I am Swan,” Concubine Swan said slowly and clearly, gripping Mrs. Gibson’s hand and shaking it vigorously. “I am her cousin.”
“Charmed,” Mrs. Gibson said. “Well, come over and sit down. Lady Li, I am sure you recall Lady Highcastle.”
“Just who I was coming to visit,” Lady Li said as she approached a younger woman with soft brown curls. “I am so sorry to have called when you already have visitors.”
“Not at all,” Lady Highcastle said. “I appreciate having company. This…sordid business has been terrible for my nerves. Do sit down and have some tea.”
Lady Li sat down on a small couch, and Concubine Swan sat next to her. Another Chinese maid who had been standing nearby offered each of them a teacup and poured the tea for them. Lady Li noticed that Concubine Swan gripped the delicate British-style cup firmly in both of her hands. She hadn’t considered giving the girl a rundown of British manners. She nudged Concubine Swan with her elbow and held up her own teacup, gently held by and handle with her fingers. Concubine Swan nodded and followed her example.
“Lady Li,” Lady Highcastle said, “do you know Mrs. Belvedere?”
Lady Li recalled that Mrs. Belvedere lived in the other house across from the Gibsons. “I’m afraid I do not,” she said. “You must be new to Peking.”
Mrs. Belvedere was older and had a face like a sour plum. “I have been here for two years,” she said. “But one never feels settled in a foreign country. Every single day is a struggle. Do you know I spent two hours at the bank yesterday trying to send money home? Two hours! The whole day was practically shot by the time I got back to the legation.”
All the ladies nodded and then sipped their tea.
“And you can never find good help,” Mrs. Belvedere continued. “None of the servants could catch up with their work when I got home. We were not served dinner until nine o’clock! I have never lived in a country with such lazy people. And we lived in India for a decade!”
Lady Li did not reply but kept to her tea.
“What is India?” Concubine Swan asked.
“Yìndù,” Lady Li said softly.
“Oh yes,” Concubine Swan said with a smile and nod.
“Have you been to India?” Lady Highcastle asked Concubine Swan.
Concubine Swan giggled. “No. I just know the name. Tea and opium, yes?”
The other women laughed uncomfortably.
“I am sure India has more than that to offer,” Mrs. Gibson said.
“But that is about it in a nutshell,” Lady Highcastle said.
“And malaria,” Mrs. Belvedere said. “And the heat. And the humidity! And the smell! Oh, my lord. If I never smell…”
“When will you return to England, Mrs. Belvedere?” Lady Li asked in the hopes of redirecting the conversation.
“Heaven knows!” she replied, throwing up her hands. “Have you heard about the ports being closed? We were supposed to leave next month so we can be home for Christmas. I tell you, that Mr. Hart is ruining lives as we speak. Not only was my husband’s ship locked in the port for some dreadful inspection, even passenger ships have been prevented from leaving.”
“How terribly inconvenient,” Lady Li said innocently.
“We were lucky that my husband’s captain was anxious to leave and left early,” Mrs. Gibson said.
“Well some of us weren’t,” Mrs. Belvedere said. “Our silk and porcelain goods were scheduled to ship next week, but Mr. Hart said that the inspection could last a month!”
“Not to mention the ships that now can’t get in,” Lady Highcastle said. “Most of our husbands import as well.”
“Indeed,” Mrs. Gibson said. “Our ship got out but our next arrival has been delayed indefinitely. I don’t know what Hart expects them to do. Just float around in circles for weeks on end? What about our letters from home?”
“It’s an act of war, I tell you!” Mrs. Belvedere exclaimed rather suddenly, causing Lady Li to nearly spit out her tea.
“Oh, Julia,” Lady Highcastle said, patting Mrs. Belvedere’s hand. “It can’t be a bad as that, can it?”
“It certainly is!” Mrs. Belvedere said. “We were awarded those trade ports fair and square after the last war. To close them is to violate the peace treaty.”
Lady Li could feel her left eye twitch and her cheeks burn. She knew she needed to keep silent if she wished to gain information from the ladies, but as she bit the inside of her cheek to the point of bleeding, she simply could not.
“I am sure that any losses will pale in comparison to the losses the Chinese suffered during the war,” she said. “The emperor died because of it. I am sure a few days’ delay of a ship is only a minor inconvenience.”
The other ladies were silent for a moment as the tension mounted. The other ladies shuffled uncomfortably as Lady Li locked eyes with Mrs. Belvedere.
“I would not expect you to understand matters of economic importance,” Mrs. Belvedere finally said to Lady Li. “Chinese women aren’t even allowed to go to school, much less be educated in such complex matters.”
“And considering how young England is when compared to China,” Lady Li said, “I can understand why your people have such little regard for the culture, the traditions, the architecture of the people you conquer.”
“Architecture?” Mrs. Belvedere scoffed. “You mean those ridiculous squat houses and open-air temples? It’s just wood and paint. Nothing of substance like the great marble structures we build. We did China a favor by burning down that wretched Summer ‘Palace’ as the locals like to call it.”
“Did you see the Summer Palace before your people came?” Lady Li asked.
“Of course, not,” Mrs. Belvedere said.
“I did,” Lady Li said. “I was there when it burned. I watched from a nearby cliff as hundreds of buildings, countless of pieces of art, and thousands of years of history went up in smoke. After your soldiers looted what they could like common thieves.”
“Oh, Lady Li,” Lady Highcastle said, her hand on her chest. “How terrible that much have been for you.”
“Well,” Mrs. Belvedere huffed. “You would think that you people would have learned your lesson. Defying the will of the British will only cost you dearly.”
“Did you learn your lesson after the American Revolution?” Lady Li asked. “Great Britain can only force its will upon the world for so long.”
Mrs. Belvedere stood. “Well, I think I have had quite enough tea. Good day to you all.”
The other ladies all stood. Lady Highcastle tried to see Mrs. Belvedere out, but she nearly rushed out without even a goodbye.

Roberts is a writer and editor who has been living in China since
2010. Amanda has an MA in English from the University of Central
Missouri. She has been published in magazines, newspapers, and
anthologies around the world and she regularly contributes to
numerous blogs. Amanda can be found all over the Internet, but her
home is

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Home Run King by Stella

Title: Home Run King
Author: Stella
Genre: RomCom Standalone
Release Date: February 23, 2018

My life was what country songs are made of: my Granny died, my girlfriend broke up with me, I knocked up her cousin, and I was inducted into the Major League Hall of Fame. Yup…just like every country song I’ve ever heard.

But let me start over…

My name is Gage Nix. That’s all you need to know.

Actually, there’s a lot more to Gage than meets the eye. My name’s Katie Crisp, and I had a front row seat and the inside scoop.

In a moment of grief and desperation, I allowed the Home Run King to…well, hit a home run on my diamond. He not only knocked it out of the park, but he also knocked me up. 

Raising two babies—the one I was carrying, and Gage—wasn’t what I signed up for. But he gave me no choice. I only wish I hadn’t waited until the end of the season to see that he was my MVP.

Oh, and the only hall of fame he’s ever been inducted into is his own.

Best Selling Authors Leddy Harper and Stephie Walls met on a street corner in Savannah, Georgia in 2015, where they quickly formed a bond over book boyfriends and cheap wine. 

After discovering the two best friends shared a brain, their alter ego, Stella was born. After all, when you put two romance authors together…you’re gonna get something Stella!


Romance is in the Air Day 15- Kimberley Montpetit

A feisty ballerina with a broken heart. A minister-in-training whose faith can work miracles. Can two strong-willed people find true love and a match made in heaven?

JESSICA & JAMES: A Love Story is a boxed collection of two romances set in Snow Valley, Montana—the saga of rising star ballerina Jessica and the sparks that fly between her and gorgeous James Douglas, the new pastor in town.

This collection includes new chapters, and a Brand New Bonus Wedding novella!

Suffering with a broken heart, Jessica has struggled to forgive herself for that fateful night when her childhood love was killed in a car accident. After staying away from home for years, she finally returns for Christmas and meets James Douglas who is unlike any minister-in-training she’s ever known. James can not only dish back Jessica’s finely tuned sarcasm but understands grief all too well, turning Jessica’s world and her faith upside down. Is she ready to take another risk on love?

Living 2,000 miles apart proves difficult and Jessica and James' love is tested in a myriad of ways, but James can’t get the spitfire Jessica out of his mind. When she comes home to Snow Valley to accept an inheritance with her male ballet partner in tow, James and Jessica's passion for each other takes on a new edge.

Clean romance with heart, and a surprise wedding you won't see coming.

A Great Love Story for everyone!
This was a very moving romance about loss and moving forward with life and forgiveness. It shows how much we can inhibit our growth after a devastating event. Recommend this collection for teens to adults, along with a few Kleenex. Have liked the Snow Valley Series. Wish it was a real place to go and visit for Christmas!

I absolutely loved this book! It is a touching & emotional story about family, friendship, love, and faith. I thoroughly enjoyed reading the story of Jessica & James. A MUST READ FOR EVERYONE!!!

All those Happily Ever After lovers out there, this is a story for you to grab, snuggle up with a comfy blanket and get lost in the love story of two characters who are not perfect but growing, healing and learning to love and be loved. Be warned that you might just be sucked into it and not want to set it down or to say goodbye to these characters once the final page has been read. I can't recommend this one enough.


Jessica saw him the first time at Snow Valley’s cemetery striding fast across the dead, snow-covered grass. He wore a black wool coat and leather gloves. Not a ski jacket, a man’s long overcoat. His head was uncovered, hair cut just below his ears, a thatch of dark brown tossed across his forehead.
Her breath caught like a thorn in her throat, and her palms grew clammy despite the fact that she’d forgotten her own gloves and the tips of her fingers were turning into icicles.
Was it—no, it couldn’t be. Dread dropped to the pit of Jessica’s stomach. Because if the figure coming toward her was Michael, she was seeing things. Not things—dead people. Which would mean that the séance at Madame LeBlanc’s parlor back in New Orleans was for real.
Narrowing her eyes, Jessica burrowed her chin into her zipped-up coat so it didn’t look like she was staring bug-eyed at the guy.
Picking up his pace, the man grew closer. Should she ignore him? Pretend not to see him? Or run away before he reached her. Perhaps the angle of his body was merely an optical illusion in the whiteness of the snowy scene, the skeletal trees, and the dreary gray sky?
Jessica’s heart went into overdrive, hammering painfully against her ribs. The possible specter looked so much like Michael, come back from the dead; she swore she was having palpitations, maybe even a heart attack.
It couldn’t be him. That was crazy. It meant she was truly losing her mind.

Author Kimberly Montpetit

When she was in Paris, Kimberley Montpetit spent most of her souvenir money at the La Patisserie shops with their beautiful and delicious pastries. She grew up in the fabulous city of San Francisco, loves all things chocolate, and now lives in a small town along the Rio Grande with her engineer husband and three sons.

She once stayed in the haunted tower room at Borthwick Castle in Scotland and didn't sleep a wink, sailed the Seine in Paris, rode a camel in the ancient world wonder of Petra, shopped the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, and spent the night in an old Communist hotel in Bulgaria.

Kimberley also writes Award-winning Middle-Grade novels with Scholastic and epic Young Adult novels with Harpercollins under the name, Kimberley Griffiths Little.

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