by Linda Anthony Hill (Goodreads Author) 4.07 · Rating details · 15 ratings · 12 reviewsMadam Celeste is back! This story includes spirits who need her psychotherapy skills as much as her psychic abilities. Is there a Skinwalker in Bella View? Is Emma ready to lead her own seance? And what’s up with all the spiders? Even the bug guy seems a little nervous.
The Spider House is the 2nd book in the Madam Celeste Mystery series. I have to say that I thought is was better than the first book. This book had a mystery that was really different and complex. A story to keep you guessing all the way to the very end.
Madam Celeste was not the main character in this paticular book. Her assistant Emma and her new client Cheryl, were the main focus. Cheryl wanted to clear her house of the spooky happenings so that she may one day live there. Being Emma’s first case, she winds up being in the middle of something bigger than just a haunted house.
This book introduces us to new characters and brings back some old. I was a tad disappointed that Madam Celeste love life didn’t get much attention this go round, but Emma embarks on a new romance and it was sweet and endearing to follow. I really enjoyed this new group of characters and instantly liked them all.
This book I thought was a bit more on the serious and dangerous side. With mutant spiders and the big bad wolf, this book is sure to make the hairs on you neck stand up with fear. I loved how the story developed at a steady pace and did not rush to get to the end. It was dangerous for Emma and the gang. But have faith as they will solve this mystery, but not with out some close calls and loss.
If you love all things that go bump in the night, then this book will be right up your ally. With spiders, wolves, physics and crazy murderers on the loose you won’t be bored. A thriller in it’s own right this book is sure to be the perfect Halloween read!
About Linda Anthony Hill
Award winning author, Linda was born in Sanford, Florida. Her family moved to Daytona Beach before Linda started grade school. It was a wonderful city to grow up in and Linda had the opportunity to meet people from around the world. She was a published poet before she started High School. Writing took a back seat to travel and then family until she was in her fifties when she decided to publish a book about her and her husband’s haunted house. “Hill House Manor: The Guest Book” is available on Amazon.
Then she was inspired by her grandson, who was afraid of ghosts at the time, to write a ghost story for children age 8 to 12. You’ll find the “Branden’s Ghosts” series for sale here on Amazon.
Her next venture was inspired by a village in Africa in the country of Kenya. This village is a three hour walk from fresh water. They have no electricity. When her freind, Catherine told her about the village and the school she was helping to promote, Linda was compelled to write a book for the children in that school. This was a labor of love and all profits go to the school. You can find the book here on Amazon as “Sirere’s Calf”.
In 2014 Linda decided to get serious. She joined a writers club and was challenged to write over 20 ghost stories. She found an audience on Facebook. She was further challenged to write a novel incorporating ghost stories with the paranormal and psychic to evolve into a murder mystery. “The Anchor is the Key” is available here on Amazon in paperback and Kindle version. The novel, published in 2017 by Black Rose Writing, has received two awards for excellence in literary fiction.
In 2018 Linda published a novella that is only available on Kindle. It’s about a mail order bride in the old West and, you guessed it, it’s a ghost story. Look for “Hill House Manor: The Early Years” on Amazon. Did you know you don’t need a Kindle to read Kindle books? There’s a free Kindle app for your phone and computer.
Linda lives in Texas with her husband Del. She is retired from Dental Technology and spends her time working on her next book “The Spider House”, and enjoying her 3 grandsons and, of course, giving tours of the infamous Hill House Manor.
Halley is a fun, eccentric, raccoon loving person, who just happens to be the mayors daughter. Raccoon Lady of Creek Falls. That is what the town calls her. Also why she can’t find a boyfriend. She also just happens to be the reigning kissing booth champion at the Creek Falls end of summer fair, 4 years running. But this year’s competition is a very unexpected person…..Preston. Preston is not only her best friend Reagan’s brother, he is also the boy she has had a secret crush on for years. Oh how is she going to make it listening to him kiss all those girls.
Preston was not planning on attending the fair or helping out this year. But when the mayor called for help at the kissing booth, he thought here is his chance. He can knock Halley off her throne and maybe spend some time with her.
When the competition begins, the girls are lining up. Who will be crowned champion this year?
Oh boy!! This book was so much fun to read. I could not put it down. Emma Hart is a rom-com writing queen. I have not read a book yet of her’s that I did not love. Her books are fun, hot, snarky and hilarious. I fall into each story as if I were there witnessing it. This book is rom-com perfection!
The characters in this book are fun and and snarky. Halley is such a sweet and beautiful person. She does for so many and yet never wants anything in return. Yet her confidence in herself is very low. She really struggles with believing in herself. Especially when Preston reveals his secret.
Preston’s character is strong, handsome and artistic. A florist and in line to inherit a lot of money, makes him a sought out hot commodity in the small town of Creek Falls. Making being single harder than it has to be. His character is perceived as something superficial on the surface. His true character is revealed throughout the story. I loved Preston from the very beginning.
This book will be a great read for all you rom-com lovers out there. It has the perfect blend of romance and snarky humor. Emma Hart is a Rom-Com Goddess. All of her books are amazing and fun to read. Each a sure to enjoy read for all. Her stories have a unique blend and twist to keep readers interested and looking for more. If you love good snarky fun with a dose of hotness and romance, then this is the book for you. I guarantee you will love it.
About Emma Hart
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.
She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.
Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.
The Bar Next Door Katia Rose (Barflies, #1) Publication date: August 22nd 2019 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Sometimes you take the shot, and sometimes the shot takes you.
As the manager of Montreal’s most infamous dive bar, Monroe—and it’s just Monroe, thank you very much—is used to serving up her signature pearls of wisdom alongside an array of shots, pints, and pitchers. In fact, she thrives on it. Taverne Toulouse is a mighty ship, and she its fearless captain, trusted by patrons and bar staff alike to steer them through choppy waters.
If only she’d been given a little warning before a full-on tsunami swept in next door.
Julien Valois’ wining and dining empire is making waves. The next item on his agenda is opening a trendy lounge right next to Monroe’s beloved Taverne Toulouse—one that’s meant to run the dive bar out of business so he can buy up that property too.
His plans did not include falling for a five-foot-nothing brunette with an impressive vocabulary and an even more impressive ability to manhandle drunk frat boys twice her size.
They’re rivals in every sense of the word, but when Monroe and Julien are in a room together, the battle lines fade away. Their defences lower, their hearts get louder than their heads, and the burn between them goes down like just the right shot—intense, intoxicating, and able to sweep their priorities away with a single taste.
Until reality decides to slap up a big ‘For Sale’ sign and force them remember those priorities all too clearly.
The Bar Next Door is part of the Barflies trilogy, a series of standalone romantic comedies that follow the ups and downs of the staff at a Montreal dive bar.
My relationships have all been duds, just packs of seeds I hopefully sprinkle onto freshly tilled soil and nurture for weeks on end, only to watch some runty little weed poke its head up and then wither a few days later. My mother says I have a habit of taking on boyfriends as ‘projects’ and that I like to ‘seek fulfillment by helping others reach their potential instead of working toward my own.’
That’s what you get having a former psychologist for a mother.
The man in front of me doesn’t look like he needs any help on the road to Potential Town; everything about him announces he’s already there.
“I think I know that guy.”
Roxanne’s declaration startles me back into the present. I realize we’ve both moved so close to the door we’ve almost got our noses against the glass. I step back and rip my gaze away from beardie to give her an incredulous look.
“You know that guy?”
She might as well have just told me she’s real tight with Zeus and that they hang out all the time on Mount Olympus.
Ohh ohh ohh!!! A spin off from the Sherbrooke Station Series by Katia Rose. I am so excited…SQUEELLLLL!!!!! This series has our favorite Sherbrooke Station couple featured in it. That’s right folks, Roxanne and Cole. Love, love, loved their story. Now we get the story of her best friend Monroe. Yep all you Sherbrooke Station fans sit down and make room for the Barflies Series.
Monroe is manager of the Montreal’s most infamous dive bar, Taverne Toulouse. Taverne Toulouse is her kingdom and her kingdom is suffering. The owner of said kingdom is Monsieur Fournier. And he is not a nice person. He won’t make any improvements or use any of Monroe’s ideas to make business better. So she is in the red, laying off people and cutting her pay to pay the ones she has left. But Monroe is determined to make this bar work.
Julien is the proud owner of the space next to the dive bar. He plans to renovate it to a fancy wine bar. Maybe he will even buy the dive bar next door. He bet he could make an offer the owner can’t refuse. But first he must get the doors open to his new venture.
On a recon mission for Monsieur Fournier, Monroe bumps into the new owner. Man she was not prepared for the hot french man who caught her peeking in the window. While Monroe fights to save her bar, she winds up biting off more than she can chew and winds up fighting for more than just her bar.
As with all of Katia’s novels, this love story is one is a fight worth watching. Monroe is such a strong willed person, who takes care of everyone. But when will she decide to take care of her?
Julien is a sweet man, but he is a workaholic. He was hurt by someone and was described as cold. I personally did not see this about him. I actually found his character sweet and caring. He was a business man who dived into his work to hide his loneliness.
When Julien and Monroe get together, the chemistry between them is amazing and strong. I really loved their story of love and the challenges they had to face to get to their own happy ending.
This book has all those romance factors, stubbornness, sadness, happiness and love. The book is a steady fight to save Taverne Talouse and open up Monroe’s heart to love. The characters are strong and independent, yet snarky and fun. The story is sure to grab you by the heart and pull those strings tight. Guarantee no one will finish this book with a dry eye. So pick up your copy today.
Katia Rose is not much of a Pina Colada person, but she does like getting caught in the rain. She prefers her romance served steamy with a side of smart, and is a sucker for quirky characters. A habit of jetting off to distant countries means she’s rarely in one place for very long, but she calls the frigid northland that is Canada home.
Book Blurb It’s Halloween, and excitement is brewing in Braxton to carve jack-o’-lanterns, go on haunted hayrides, and race through the spooky corn maze at the Fall Festival. Despite a former occupant’s fervent warnings, Kellan renovates and moves into a mysterious old house. When a ruthless ghost promises retribution, our fearless professor turns to the eccentric town historian and an eerie psychic known for her explosive predictions, to communicate with the apparition.
Construction workers discover a fifty-year-old skeleton after breaking ground on the new Memorial Library wing. Could it be Prudence, Judge Hiram Grey’s first wife, who disappeared during a fiery Vietnam War protest that destroyed parts of the campus? While Kellan and April dance around the chemistry sparking between them, a suspicious accident at the Fall Festival leaves Hiram in a coma and another dead body to investigate. Kellan’s research digs up a tale of horror and pain about the true history and dastardly connections of the Grey family, forcing April to accelerate her plan to capture the elusive killer and placate the revenge-seeking ghost.
Hunkering behind a weathered, illegible headstone in Wellington Cemetery’s oldest and scariest graveyard, I remained silent and stationary amidst a slew of exhumed corpses. Though surrounded by slender, tall white pines, a gnarly and knotty willow tree’s sweeping canopy of dying branches furtively brushed my neck. After an onslaught of howling winds furiously whipped my quivering skin, I peered over the loosened tomb marker and gawked at the mounds of freshly flung dirt. Why had a ruthless monster dug up so many coffins near the Grey mausoleum?
Skulking two rows away, the determined villain’s soulless eyes glowed like burning coal. The chilling tone of St. Mary’s somber church bells blasted—midnight’s fortuitous arrival. Its ominous beckoning prompted my unsteady feet to falter, crunching a pile of decaying leaves and foolishly revealing my secret location. Suddenly enshrouded in fog and hovering near the nameless gravestone, the rogue’s flowing black and gray robes resembled billowing smoke from an overworked chimney. “I hear you breathing, Ayrwick. Come out, come out wherever you are. I’m not finished with this game.”
“I don’t know who you are, but your obsession with me has spiraled out of control.” As an aloof moon cast an eerie luminosity, I cursed my new modern, sporty aviator eyeglasses for clouding over. Apparition or figment of an overwrought imagination, I couldn’t be certain; nor did I care at that moment. “You can’t be real. My mind is playing tricks on me.”
The ethereal bogeyman glided inches above the churchyard’s hallowed ground. The soles of its feet would vaporize upon stepping in the sacred dirt of the meandering pathways. “Are you ready to die?” the menacing, shrill voice taunted while hunting and cornering me in the darkness of my desolate hiding spot—the cold, melancholy resonance frightening all the bats, owls, and other nightlife creatures into hurried seclusion. The masked phantom narrowed a sinister gaze and brandished a mammoth-sized, razor-sharp scythe that cut swiftly through the crisp air and aimed with precision for my neck.
<<Message from the author: Oh, no! Will we lose Kellan to this assailant? Is this the book opener? The murder scene? The climax where Kellan confronts the killer? Stay tuned to find out… you know I love to include cliffhangers and shockers, so be prepared!>>
James is my given name; most call me Jay. I grew up on Long Island and currently live in New York City, but I’ve traveled all across the US (and various parts of the world). After college, I spent 15 years working in technology and business operations in the sports, entertainment and media industries. Although I enjoyed my job, I left in 2016 to focus on my passion: telling stories and connecting people through words. My debut novel is ‘Watching Glass Shatter,’ a contemporary fiction family drama with elements of mystery, suspense, humor and romance. To see samples or receive news from my current and upcoming books, please subscribe with your email address at my website: https://jamesjcudney.com
What do I do outside of writing: I’m an avid genealogist (discovered 2K family members going back about 250 years) and cook (I find it so hard to follow a recipe). I love to read; between Goodreads and my blog at https://thisismytruthnow.com, I have over 900 book reviews which will give you a full flavor for my voice and style. On my blog, there is humor, tears, love, friendship, advice and bloopers. Lots of bloopers where I poke fun at myself all the time. Even my dogs have segments where they complain about me. All these things make up who I am; none of them are very fancy or magnanimous, but they are real and show how I live every day.
Love Repaired Deana Birch Publication date: July 30th 2019 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Attorney Amee sets aside her own needs to juggle the broken pieces of her life and family until mechanic Ben repairs her heart.
Divorce attorney Amee Benton—who has an ex of her own—is pretty sure she’s a #MomFail. Showing up late on a Friday night to retrieve her car from the shop and finding the pink frosted cupcakes she forgot to leave at her daughter’s ballet camp confirms it.
When mechanic, Ben Mathis, confesses to stealing one of the confections and asks who is taking care of Amee, she knows he’s a unicorn—a magical, beautiful beast who surely only exists in fantasies. And she tells him just that. With an f bomb for good measure.
Amee has three things Ben finds irresistible in a woman—brains, a family, and a serious potty mouth. At a chance run-in at Ben’s own personal hell, AKA the mall, he summons the courage to ask her out. Though Amee is leery of dating a younger man, and Ben is more than aware of their social gap, the two take a chance.
But Amee’s life isn’t like his. And when her ex returns and the doubting divorcée blunders, all of Ben’s insecurities are piqued anew. Now, Amee must prove to Ben his worth is much more than stand-in dad and rebound boyfriend or she’ll watch magic gallop off into the forest forever.
Duggan’s was a not-too-hip, not-too-chic coffee shop downtown. It had its own parking lot and outdoor seating with canvas umbrellas for overly sunny days.
Ben—I didn’t know his last name—was sitting at a table for two toward the edge of the terrace. His long-sleeved army green Henley was pushed up to the elbows and his casual sprawled posture opposed the nerves brewing in my belly. He stood when he saw me, those damn dimples pressing into his cheeks with his smile.
Time to face the unicorn.
He side-stepped around the table and pulled out the wicker chair for me. The earthy scent from Friday night returned, this time without the motor oil.
The grittiness of his voice made me swallow hard, and I sat in the chair. He reached up to adjust the angle of the umbrella to protect us from the sun. What promised to be the perfectly formed V of his lower abdomen peeked out from between a black elastic waistband under his jeans and the green shirt.
Unicorn cupcake eating man candy. Shit. I was in over my head. He was way out of my league. My workouts consisted of me taking the stairs and vacuuming with headphones on. I hadn’t even been on a date since Pete and I had divorced. I shouldn’t have been allowed to play ball.
New plan—Excuse my behavior from Friday night, tell him I was not ready for any kind of relationship, go home and take a long, long shower thinking about his stomach.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said as he took his seat.
“I assumed you would be.” He scooted in, and before he could say anything else, the waiter came over. I ordered a fluffy complicated sugary mess of caffeine and Ben asked for just a water.
“You don’t drink coffee?”
“Nope.” He crossed his arms. “So, let’s hear it, Amee Benton.”
“Hear what?” There was no way in hell I would tell him why I’d called him a unicorn. A fucking unicorn.
“Your list.” His blue gaze challenged me from the opposite side of the table, then he blinked.
“What list? I don’t have a list.”
“Yes, you do. You have a list of why you’re not going to give me your phone number and agree to see me again.”
I sank a little into my chair before puffing out my chest, mulling over my next move.
“Maybe you should tell me your list.” Every muscle on my cheeks wanted to smile but years of questioning witnesses had polished my game face. I shaped parallel lines with my forearms on the black wire tabletop.
“Which one do you want me to tell you about?” he asked with a casual grin.
Stupid dimples. His dimples were dumb. Dumb like puppies.
“How many are there?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Many. Many. So many lists…” Leaning in, he licked his lips. He lightly traced a semi-circle on the top of my hand. “Grocery lists, home repairs, back to school…”
The breath from the base of my lungs rose up my chest and escaped slowly through the ‘O’ I’d formed with my mouth. I hadn’t been touched like that in ages and mundane tasks had never sounded better. Christ. I was practically panting.
His recoil startled me and he cleared his throat. The waiter set down our drinks, breaking the beautiful tension.
Creamy froth parted as I blew into the mug before taking a cautious sip. Without the haze of his touch, I regrouped. I placed my coffee on the table and he drank from his water bottle.
“Why?” I asked.
“Why what?” He screwed the cap on and set the bottle on the table.
I’d studied body language. I knew liars and I knew nervousness. His open legs and arms were neither. He was confident, honest. Real.
A small airy chuckle accompanied a shake of his head and his blond hair brushed against his shoulders.
“Why not you, Amee Benton?”
Questioning soon-to-be-ex-spouses was much more satisfying. They weren’t allowed to answer questions with questions.
“What’s your last name?” I squinted.
“Mathis. And because I like you.”
I sipped my coffee.
He propped his elbows on his knees and searched my eyes. “And you’re kinda beautiful. Beauty and a dirty mouth are a weakness of mine.”
“Like cupcakes?” I fought the smile, but when his dimples appeared, I lost the battle.
“Just like cupcakes.” He shifted in his seat and pulled his phone from his back pocket. Quick tapping from his thumbs hit the screen before he slid it to me.
“May I please have your phone number?”
Yes. He could. Shit.
I picked up the phone. Under the heading New Contact, there was one word. Cupcake. I giggled, like a school girl in a candy shop. Pitiful. I typed in my number, hit new message and sent myself a text.
Satisfied, I grinned and handed the phone back to him. Instead of reviewing my handiwork, he set it face-down on the table.
“You’re not going to check? Make sure it’s the real number?”
“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’.
My toes twitched in my flats. The remainder of my coffee and foam clung to the edges of my cup and trailed down to the empty bottom.
“Are you free Friday night?” Ben asked with a rasp.
Coffee had been one thing. Safe. The sun was shining. Friday night would be a date. Risky. Dark.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked. The man had other lists. Lists hidden in his dimples and heavenly touch.
“A movie. Popcorn.” He lifted a shoulder.
One small step for Ben Mathis and a giant leap for Amee Benton. Crap. A firetruck and its sirens raced by on Third Avenue and the intrusive sound gave me a minute to think. This is what I’d wanted when I’d divorced Pete, right? A chance for something deeper before I shriveled up and had as many cats as Shae had dolls.
But then Pete had gotten drunk and killed another human being. He’d pleaded guilty to a lesser charge and had been taken away to a correctional facility within months, locking away my bright future behind bars with him. Instead of free weekends to build a new life, I had one hundred percent parenting duties twenty-four-seven, not to mention my career.
But Ben’s touch had answered a faded call—a call to be selfish, a call to be human.
“Can I meet you there? I’m not sure the girls are ready for their mom to be on a date.”
“I’ll text you.” He flipped over the check and dug into his front pocket.
With the money and check secured under my used coffee cup, Ben walked me to my car. When we arrived at the driver’s side door, I turned around to face him. He pushed his arm into the window and crowded my space.
“I gotta admit that I’m a little disappointed.” He was close. So close. And the hair on the back of my neck stiffened with the scratch in his voice.
I could have kissed him. I could have absolutely kissed him. Right there. Broad daylight. Sunday morning. Did. Not. Care.
I summoned any courage I had and asked, “Why’s that?”
Soft stubble caressed my cheek as he leaned into my ear. His warm breath brushed my neck as he whispered with his ridiculous rasp, “I was looking forward to your dirty mouth.”
My expression must have been his desired response, because when he stepped back and freed the heat between us, his grin stretched from ear to ear.
“See ya Friday, Cupcake.”
He swaggered away and climbed into a beat-up truck.
Revised plan—Shower and a lonely orgasm.
It all started with a broken down Porsche and a stolen cupcake. That is how Amee Benton met her unicorn, Ben.
Amee has a successful career as a lawyer and does well for herself. Her life as of the past year, has not been a good one. He ex husband went to jail for vehicular manslaughter and her daughters were bullied because of it. Amee has not taken care of herself and has suffered for it.
Ben wants a better life. He is a great guy, who works hard as a mechanic, attends night school and helps take care of his cousins son. He only wants to find a family and love. He is sexy as sin and sweet as can be. He scrapes to get by and sometimes lacks the confidence in himself to achieve his goals.
Everything changes for these two the day they meet. It is an instant attraction from the start. Ben wants to build a relationship, but Amee has hard time accepting it. She constantly worries about what others think and sometimes screws up. Everything gets worse when her ex Peter gets out of jail.
Will Ben and Amee make it? Or will Amee let the social differences get in the way?
Ben and Amee’s story is wonderful and inspiring. They really have lots of challenges to overcome throughout the book. Challenges that most divorcee woman suffer and deal with in real life. This adds a touch of reality to a fictional story. The book is easily relateable and the story flows nicely.
The characters in this book really do make it come alive. Especially Amee’s daughter Shae. She is such a glittery delight. The things she says cracks me up. Like all children her age, she tells it like it is and says the darnedest things.
If you like a love story that proves there is love after heartbreak and that families can survive divorce, then this book is for you. An inspiring read full of amazing and wonderful characters. This book is sure to be a soul reaching story. So pick up your copy today.
Contemporary romance and erotica writer Deana Birch was named after her father’s first love, who just so happened not to be her mother. Born and raised in the Midwest, she made stops in Los Angeles and New York before settling in Europe where she lives with her own blue-eyed Happily Ever After. Her days are spent teaching yoga, playing tennis, ruining her children’s French homework, cleaning up dog vomit, writing her next book, or reading someone else’s.