Greetings and salutations!
There's a blog tour going on for my Detecting Magic with Dick Hunter books, including upcoming title The Demonic Dozen. Below are the stops for this week. Visit the blogs stops to find out more about the books and to enter the raffle for signed paperback copies of both The Mort des Hommes Files and The Demonic Dozen.
Detecting Magic Blog Tour Stops (2/21 - 2/28):
feb 21- kickoff at The Silver Dagger Scriptorium
feb 22- Fabulous and Brunette
feb 22- The Book Town
feb 22- Lucky 13 Book Reviews and News
feb 22- Books Dreams Life
feb 23- The Kronicles of Korthlundia
feb 23- Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews
feb 23- Bound 2 Escape
feb 24- Julayn Adams Books and Reviews
feb 24- Yah Gotta Read This
feb 24- Tome Tender
feb 24- Teatime and Books
feb 27- The Avid Reader
feb 27- Book Giveaways
feb 28- fuonlyknew
feb 28- TMBA Corbett Tries To Write
Bonus! Until February 25th, Detecting Magic with Dick Hunter: The Mort des Hommes Files is free on the Kindle!
Thanks to all the bloggers for joining in on the tour. Be sure to visit their blogs. Special thanks to The Silver Dagger Scriptorium for organizing the tour.
Greetings and salutations!
I'm one of the featured poets at Morgan State University's Black History Festival. Here are the details.
Event: Black History Festival
Date: Saturday, February 25, 2017
Time: 1 - 4 pm
Place: Morgan State University, Baltimore, MD
Mandy flung herself out the door. She leaned against the house, panting. She had to get away--from her mother and Mrs. Jacobson (her soon-to-be mother-in-law). She needed space from everyone, including her personal slave girl, Annie. They were suffocating her with excitement, details and plans for a wedding she didn’t want any part of, let alone as the bride.
The almost daily talks and dinners and samples had been going on for four weeks. Each mention of her pending nuptials to Samuel made Mandy’s stomach churn and drained the life from her complexion. Her mother asked if she was feeling well, and Mandy took that opportunity to excuse herself out back for a breath of fresh air.
Mandy closed her eyes, sighed to steady her breath. Things would be fine. She could live through this, she could make it out alive. She opened her eyes, looked out into the fields of the Jacobson plantation and saw him: a living Adonis carved from sleek black lacquer.
He stood in the field not too far from the main house. He was shirtless and in short trousers drawn so tight around the groin that it left little to the imagination. He was staring directly at Mandy with eyes that pierced her soul.
Yes, that’s what Mandy wanted. She licked her lips and walked towards him. He tilted his head as she stepped off the porch and advanced in his direction. He grinned. He knew what she was doing, why she was hasting out to see him, alone.
Mandy stopped a few feet from him. She inspected his charcoal-colored skin, his deep brown eyes and chiseled facial features. Yes, he would do. Even after all the days spent at the Jacobson plantation, she had never seen this Negro before. Was he new? Was he from another plantation on an errand for his master? She needed to know; if she was going to move in with the Jacobsons when she married, she had to know how deep was the water she was about to step into.
Words = Life
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