Grace Awards Launch – Barbara Brink

 Grace Awards Book Launch!

Grace Awards Launch: Barbara Brink

Please welcome Barbara Brink, author of Entangled, to Roller Coaster Suspense.  I hope you’ll check out her blog post with information about this exciting novel. She can be found here.

Barbara Brink Entangled Cover Art












One lost summer is time best left forgotten…

When Minneapolis attorney, Billie Fredrickson, inherits her uncle’s small California winery, she has no intention of actually moving to the west coast and starting a new life. Her only thought is to get it off her hands as quickly as possible. But her return to the winery after an absence of twenty years opens up more than the reading of her uncle’s will. Childhood memories, long-buried, begin to surface, prompting questions that no one is able or willing to answer.

A late night prowler, a break-in at the winery, and an unearthed box of shocking photographs is someone’s way of pulling the welcome mat out from under Billie’s feet, but it only makes her dig her heels in deeper.

Secrets lie buried beneath Fredrickson Winery’s innocent façade and Billie intends to get to the root. But disturbing the past lays bare the skeletons of others, including her mother’s. Can she live with the consequences of full disclosure or will she run home where everyone is Minnesota Nice.

Her books may be found here.

Grace Awards Launch Schedule


Here’s a list of all the other great book suggestions coming your way in this ‘Grace Awards’ book launch tour: (Or check out the post at the ‘Grace Awards’ for more details on each book)

Mon. July 29 – Suzanne D. Williams – THE LIFE AND TIMES OF LUCAS McGILLEY

Mon. Aug 5 – Barbara Brink, ENTANGLED

Mon, Aug 12 ~ Naomi Musch,  PAINT ME ALTHENA

Mon, Aug 19 ~ Marcy Dyer,  OUT FOR BLOOD

Mon, Aug 26 ~ Nike Chillemi,  DARKEST HOUR

Mon, Sept 2 ~ DeEtteBeckstead,  VICTORY

Mon, Sept 9 ~ JanalynVoight,  DAWN SINGER

Mon, Sept 16 ~ Kenneth Winters, THE LOST CROWN OF COLONNADE

Mon, Sept 23 ~ BJ Robinson, LAST RESORT

Mon, Sept 30 ~ Laura J.Marshall   , A HEART’S HOME

Mon. Oct 7 – Tammy Doherty, CELTIC KNOT



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Grace Awards Launch – Suzanne Williams


Grace Awards Book Launch!

Grace Awards Launch – Suzanne Williams

Please join me in welcoming Suzanne Williams to Roller Coaster Suspense.

Suzanne Williams Lucas McGilley Cover Art



RS:  Suzanne, thank you for joining us today. I love the cover for you YA novella. I’ve never done any YA writing. How did you get started?

Suzanne: I never set out to be a YA writer, and actually, write many other romance titles, but it’s the YA that I always come back to, which brings me the most joy and feedback. As a Christian writer, I add Bible morality into each story as well. Some have more of a Christian theme than others, but all have foundational truths behind them.

No one person’s life is perfect, and I try to reflect that in the mistakes and foibles of the characters, and write what’s best for that particular tale because what works for one doesn’t work for another. Yet when all is said and done, love always triumphs because that, after all, is romance.

RS: What do you love the most about writing for the young adult market?

Suzanne:  The innocence of it, two young people first falling in love, and the thrill that brings to the heart and the mind. The older I get, the more I appreciate this.

RS: The Life and Times of Lucas McGilley is an unusual title, what inspired it?

Suzanne: I woke up early one morning with that title in my head. I saw it like a headline. I am a graphic artist as well as a writer, so initially it came to me like the top of a newspaper. But when I made the book cover later, I decided to use a couple instead and give the title an old-fashioned headline effect.

RS: What was the most difficult part of writing this story?

Suzanne: Remembering all those brothers – Jesse, Lucas, Marcus, James, William, Charles, John, and Sam.

I try to make each story unique in some way. Lucas being one of eight boys is definitely unique, but add in the challenge of having so many names in the text, giving each of them a personality, and the rapport brothers in a large family would have with each other, and I had to stop and think…a lot. Sam’s my favorite brother next to Lucas. Lucas, being the troublemaker, I needed a brother who’d continually stir the pot, so to speak, and he became it.

Here’s an unusual fact about the book, my editor is herself a mom of five boys, so she identified with the feel of the family, and that was a huge help to me in finalizing the story.


“Go ahead and plan to leave,” Lucas said. “Hold onto your ticket. I’ll even drive you to the train. But I’ll do it with Sam and John and Charles and Will. With Marcus and James. Even with Jesse. And you’ll have to look us all in the eye as you board and decide what’s more valuable to you. Your plans in Atlanta. Your friend, Christine, who I’m sure is great. Or ten people who love you.”

The second of eight boys, Lucas McGilley spent his youth pulling pranks. Yet growing up comes hard, and he’s learned his lesson. Or so he thinks.

Then Iris Willow shows up for the summer, and along comes love, strife, and a terrible family secret. He needs her now, more than he’s ever thought possible.

But can he convince her to stay, or will she catch the train and be gone forever?

From the author of best-selling novella, ME & TIMOTHY COOPER, comes another young adult romance of first love and the importance of family.

About Suzanne: Suzanne D. Williams is a native Floridian, wife, mother, photographer, and writer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes a monthly column for on the subject of digital photography, as well as devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors.

To learn more about what she’s doing visit or link with her on Facebook at

Suzanne’s book, The Life and Times of Lucas McGilley, may be found here:


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Grace Awards Launch Schedule

Here’s a list of all the other great book suggestions coming your way in this ‘Grace Awards’ book launch tour: (Or check out the post at the ‘Grace Awards’ for more details on each book)

Mon. July 29 – Suzanne D. Williams – THE LIFE AND TIMES OF LUCAS McGILLEY
Mon. Aug 5 – Barbara Brink, ENTANGLE
Mon, Aug 12 ~ Naomi Musch,  PAINT ME ALTHENA
Mon, Aug 19 ~ Marcy Dyer,  OUT FOR BLOOD
Mon, Aug 26 ~ Nike Chillemi,  DARKEST HOUR
Mon, Sept 2 ~ DeEtteBeckstead,  VICTORY
Mon, Sept 9 ~ JanalynVoight,  DAWN SINGER
Mon, Sept 16 ~ Kenneth Winters, THE LOST CROWN OF COLONNADE
Mon, Sept 23 ~ BJ Robinson, LAST RESORT
Mon, Sept 30 ~ Laura J.Marshall   , A HEART’S HOME
Mon. Oct 7 – Tammy Doherty, CELTIC KNOT

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Grace Awards Launch – Tracy Krauss

Grace Awards Book Launch!

Grace Awards Book Launch

Tracy Krauss – Author of Wind Over Marshdale


Wind Over Marshdale Cover ArtTracy Krauss, Author Please welcome Tracy Krauss to Roller Coaster Suspense. She’s graciously agreed to kick-off The Grace Awards Launch this summer.

Author bio:

Tracy Krauss is a high school teacher by profession, and a prolific author, artist, playwright and director by choice. She received her Bachelor’s degree from the University of Saskatchewan and has gone on to teach Art, Drama and English – all the things she is passionate about. After raising four children, she and her husband now reside in beautiful Tumbler Ridge, BC where she continues to pursue all of her creative interests.

About the book:

Marshdale. Just a small farming community where nothing special happens.  A perfect place to start over… or get lost. There is definitely more to this prairie town than meets the eye. Once the meeting place of aboriginal tribes for miles around, some say the land itself was cursed because of the people’s sin. But its history goes farther back than even indigenous oral history can trace and there is still a direct descendant who has been handed the truth, like it or not. Exactly what ties does the land have to the medicine of the ancients? Is it cursed, or is it all superstition?

Wind Over Marshdale is the story of the struggles within a small prairie town when hidden evil and ancient medicine resurface. Caught in the crossfire, new teacher Rachel Bosworth finds herself in love with two men at once. First, there is Thomas Lone Wolf, a Cree man whose blood lines run back to the days of ancient medicine but who has chosen to live as a Christian and faces prejudice from every side as he tries to expose the truth. Then there is Con McKinley, local farmer who has to face some demons of his own. Add to the mix a wayward minister seeking anonymity in the obscurity of the town; eccentric twin sisters – one heavily involved in the occult and the other a fundamentalist zealot; and a host of other ‘characters’ whose lives weave together unexpectedly for the final climax. This suspenseful story is one of human frailty – prejudice, cowardice, jealousy, and greed – magnified by powerful spiritual forces that have remained hidden for centuries, only to be broken in triumph by grace.



Thomas shot up in bed, panting. The T-shirt he wore clung to his body with sweat. It was not the first time the dream had come to wake him.

He took a deep breath, disentangled himself from the sheets, and rose to get a drink of water. No point going back to bed now. He wouldn’t sleep anyway. He padded down the narrow hallway,

passing the half closed doorways that sheltered his sleeping children. Ducking to avoid hitting his head as he entered the tiny kitchen, he paused for a moment to look at the expanse of landscape beyond the window. Mostly flat, with a rise of gently rolling hills in the distance, it was clothed with a carpet of rippling grass except for the odd patch of dry fallow. Just like in the dream.

The early morning sunrise was just beginning to filter in, reaching to shed some light in the shadowed corners of the room. Thomas had managed to rent a house near the outskirts of     town. Correction. It wasn’t exactly a house. The realtor called it a “double wide.” Okay, it was a trailer, but it was the only property for rent in Marshdale at the moment. At least, that was what    the realtor had said. It wasn’t the nicest place—rather dingy if truth be told—and it was farther from school than Thomas would have liked, but it was still within walking distance. Better than    the overcrowded and dilapidated homes he’d been used to as a child.

But that was another time. Another life.

He was here now, for better or for worse, and the people of Marshdale would just have to accept it. He was Thomas Lone Wolf, proud of his Cree ancestry, and determined to do something about it. As a community liaison, he’d worked with dozens of indigenous groups all over the    western provinces trying to set up business propositions. This time was different, though. It was personal.

With practiced fingers he undid his nighttime braid and shook out his hair, which fell well past his shoulders. Even at forty, there was no sign of graying or hair loss. It was straight, coarse and black, just like his ancestors’ – the perfect picture of a Cree warrior.

Now that he was awake, he allowed himself to replay the dream in his mind – at least the parts that he could remember. Like most dreams, the initial clarity soon faded after just a few waking moments. There were buffalo – always buffalo. And they seemed bent on suicide, careening to their deaths before he could stop them somehow.

He was going to start writing it down. The theme was too familiar; the mixture of fear and power too real. Some people said you dreamt in black and white. Thomas wasn’t sure about that. He knew there was blood in his dream – and lots of it. The redness of it stood out in stark contrast to the muted prairie landscape. And the stench. That unmistakable metallic scent filled his nostrils to such a degree that he could almost swear he still smelled it. Almost. But that was ridiculous and he pushed the memory of the coagulating stains out of his mind.

With a sigh he turned back to the cupboards and started readying the coffee. It would soon be time to wake the children and get ready for work himself. Another grueling day of lobbying for something that should be rightfully his to begin with. Reality didn’t stop for dreams.


Q: What inspired you to craft this tale of simple small town life suddenly threatened by the emergence of hidden evil?

A: It started out with some interesting characters that I had been thinking about. I am from a small town and have lived in many small towns and I’ve noticed that every place has its own  ‘colorful’ people. I also have an interest in spiritual warfare and native history and I saw a way to weave all of these elements together.

Q: Did you do any research prior to bringing the story to life?

A: I did do some research into certain aspects of Plains Cree history and rituals.

Q: Why do you think it’s often so easy for us to give way to sin, whether major or minor in scope?

A: I suppose it’s what the Bible calls ‘the flesh’. It’s part of human nature to want our own way, and let’s face it, most sin is also fun – at least for a season.

What readers are saying about Wind Over Marshdale:

The characters were realistic and the conflict was palpable

–          The Wordsmith Journal

Krauss weaves a story that satisfies the romantic soul and caresses the puzzle solver in each of us at the same time…

–          Barbara Ann Derksen, author

Krauss typifies all that is good in modern Christian authorship. She is consistently there for her readers and elevates her every effort

–          Joyce Godwin Grubbs, Author

Tracy’s characters are raw and real; her plots edgy and electric.

–          Lisa Lickel, award-winning author

There is plenty of intrigue and mystery to keep any reader’s attention, but for lovers of romance, this one will make your heart pound.

–          Michelle Sutton, author of more than 25 inspirational novels

Krauss writes about real stuff that real people, including Christians, struggle with. Her fiction is at times earthy, but that drew me into the very real characters, their failures as well as their hopes and triumphs.

–  Ken Winters, author


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Here’s a list of all the other great book suggestions coming your way in this ‘Grace Awards’ book launch tour: (Or check out the post at the ‘Grace Awards’ for more details on each book)

Mon. July 29 – Suzanne D. Williams – THE LIFE AND TIMES OF LUCAS McGILLEY
Mon. Aug 5 – Barbara Brink, ENTANGLE
Mon, Aug 12 ~ Naomi Musch,  PAINT ME ALTHENA
Mon, Aug 19 ~ Marcy Dyer,  OUT FOR BLOOD
Mon, Aug 26 ~ Nike Chillemi,  DARKEST HOUR
Mon, Sept 2 ~ DeEtteBeckstead,  VICTORY
Mon, Sept 9 ~ JanalynVoight,  DAWN SINGER
Mon, Sept 16 ~ Kenneth Winters, THE LOST CROWN OF COLONNADE
Mon, Sept 23 ~ BJ Robinson, LAST RESORT
Mon, Sept 30 ~ Laura J.Marshall   , A HEART’S HOME
Mon. Oct 7 – Tammy Doherty, CELTIC KNOT
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Anne Patrick – Out of the Darkness

Today, Anne Patrick, author of Out of the Darkness, stopped by Roller Coaster Suspense to give us a little information on her new novel.

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Anne Patrick










Author Bio:

Anne Patrick is the author of more than a dozen novels of Romance, Mayhem & Faith, including the award-winning and bestselling WOUNDED HEROES SERIES, FIRE AND ASH, and LETHAL DREAMS. Her books have garnered four-star reviews from Romantic Times, ‘Top Pick’ and ‘Best Book’ honors from Night Owl Reviews and Long and Short of It Reviews, and Five-Heart reviews from The Romance Studio. When she isn’t working on her next novel she enjoys spending time with family and friends, and traveling to foreign countries to experience new cultures and adventures. Born and raised in Oklahoma, she now makes her home in Kansas.

To learn more about Anne, please visit her website: or blog: She loves to hear from her readers!


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FBI profiler Alex Michaels’ life was shattered when a sadistic serial killer murdered her twin sister and left Alex with a career ending injury. Hoping to put the past behind her, she sets off across country with a truck driver she barely knows.

Royce McIntire knows Alex is on the run from something or someone, but he doesn’t care. He’s fallen in love with her and is finally getting his life back on track and wants to win back custody of his son.

The killer is hot on Alex’s trail though, determined to find the one victim who got away. As more bodies turn up dead Alex has no choice but to tell Royce who she really is. Will the love that has blossomed between them be strong enough to sustain them, or will the killer get to Alex before they even have a chance to find out?




The house was dark as Alex Michaels drove onto the snow-covered lawn. She slammed the gearshift into park, pulled her gun from its holster, and jumped from the car. She swiped frantically at the tears as she stepped to the front door and grasped the knob. Please God… Please don’t let me be too late. Her grip tightened on the 9mm as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Inside the entryway, she reached out with her left hand to flick the light switch.

The knife came out of nowhere.

A sharp pain, followed by a burning sensation, seared up her right forearm. Her fingers went numb and the gun clattered to the floor. She jabbed with her left arm, her clenched fist coming in contact with the jaw hidden behind a black ski mask.

The intruder retaliated with a punch to her right cheek that slammed her body back against the door. The room swirled. Her knees grew weak. She struggled to stand on solid ground. With a fist full of her hair, the attacker jerked back her head as his knee rammed her rib cage, forcing a gush of air from her lungs.

She cried out as her knees buckled and she fell. Another blow to her rib cage knocked her back onto the floor. Her left arm pinned beneath her, she raised a bloody right arm toward the intruder and stared in horror at her hand dangling lifelessly.

With the full weight of his body pinning her, she writhed beneath him, trying to free her left arm.

“Fight me, Alex. Show me you’re not as weak as the rest.”

“I swear I’m going to kill you.” Using her feet as leverage, she rolled against him, but she was no match for his strength.

He laughed. “Come on, Alex. Your sister put up a better fight than this.”

A sob escaped her lips. She could still hear Cassie’s cries for help and her blood curdling screams of terror.

“Sorry you didn’t make it in time to say goodbye. But you’ll be with her soon enough.”

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Shaken Blessings by Celeste Charlene


Shaken Blessings by Celeste Charlene

Shaken Blessings Cover Art Celeste Charlene

Celeste Charlene, author of Shaken Blessings, joins us on Roller Coaster Suspense to discuss her book. I had the pleasure of editing this great novel. Celeste has a colorful way of bringing hardships and blessings of living in the African bush to life.

Thank you, Celeste, for joining us today.

Q. Can you tell us an interesting fact about the story of Blessing?

A.  Thirty years ago I wrote up the story of Blessing and sent it to a popular secular publisher.  They returned it and said, “The Blessing story is fascinating and we enjoyed reading it, but it is too religious for our readers. Have you tried Christian publishers?”

Q. When we were editing the story, I was always amazed by the difficulties faced living in the African bush. I realize you lived there. Can you tell us a tidbit about your life there?

A. I wrote my daily adventures by hand with the aid of a kerosene lantern in the African bush. I have lots of interesting people and incidents to fictionalize for my novels.

Q. Was the character of Blessing based on a real baby?

I’ve attached a photo of the real Blessing.  Many, many little girls are named Blessing, Happy, Comfort and Joy in Africa.

She’s beautiful. I love the sweet smile and joy radiating from this child! Thank you for sharing her photo. I’ve wondered about for a while. It’s nice to put a face with the name.Baby Blessing

Q. You said you originally wrote a story about Blessing but it was rejected. How did you revise it to the story it is now?

A. When I joined ACFW four years ago I began studying writing craft. Using the original story of Blessing, I developed the plot for SHAKEN BLESSINGS.


Sandra Calbrin flies to Africa after a military coups to check on orphans and collect Shea nuts for beauty creams in her health spa.

While there she agrees to vaccinate infants but fails to convince the parents to abandon the dangerous practices that harm their children. To prove she can care for a child, Sandy takes in an abandoned baby and names her Blessing, hoping to break the curse.

Being unfamiliar with obscure customs and taboos, Sandy is accused of prostitution and having an illegitimate child.

Blessing’s father demands money in exchange for his daughter. Selling children is illegal, but returning the baby almost guarantees the infant’s death.

Military officers refuse to renew Sandy’s visa unless she consents to their unscrupulous ultimatums.

Blessing’s relatives and the police officers pursue Sandy like a pack of lions preying on a wildebeest. When rebel soldiers take up arms and gunfire erupts Sandy and her baby Blessing are in danger. So who will save Sandy and her baby Blessing?


She couldn’t escape with the infant, nor could she report them to the police for child abuse. It seemed normal for all mothers to feed their children in that despicable manner. No one would see it as cruelty. What should she do? And if mothers practiced handed-down dangerous traditions, it would be difficult teaching proper childcare. Ignorance and unfounded beliefs must have started the forms of mistreatment. She couldn’t do anything, but maybe the men could help. They were in charge of governments, villages, homes, women and children. With the baby in her arms, she ran to the house and into the sitting room to rouse the pastor. The mother stayed behind with the other three children.

The pastor was already awake. He slammed open the wooden shutters. Lightning illuminated the interior of the house. “Please do not be angry.” He found the box of matches, struck one, raised the glass globe and lit the wick of the lantern. “Please do not be annoyed we have no electricity.” “Pastor, I am not annoyed there is no electricity” “Please do not be annoyed we have no toilet.”  “I am not annoyed there is no toilet.” “Please do not be annoyed there is no running water.” She grimaced and spoke in a severe tone. “Pastor, I am not annoyed there isn’t electricity, water or a toilet. I am annoyed because your wife is going to kill the children.” “Don’t speak such dreadful evil. She will not kill the children.”

The pastor’s wife brought a baby bottle, sat down on a stool and stuffed it in her child’s mouth. Sandy flinched at the little black exclamation points slithering inside the filthy bottle. The jug’s sour odor caused bile to rise in Sandy’s throat. She splayed her fingers out in a fan against her breastbone. “What are you doing?”

Sandy looked from the woman to the pastor who shrugged. “She is feeding the baby.”

The tension between Sandy’s shoulders returned. With a sudden movement she reached out and yanked the repulsive container away from the mother. “Look at this. Black mold and brown, squiggly worms are in this plastic. It is dangerous and will make your child sick.”

Did Sandy have the right to take the infected bottle away?  If a woman held a gun to a child’s head Sandy would have snatched it away. “I’d like to keep this bottle for a while until I learn more about it.” She handed the baby to the pastor.

She had all she could take of Africa and its deep-rooted customs. Tears ran down Sandy’s face. She went into her room and packed her things. Control, like the slippery flies that she tried to kill, slid out of her fingers. She wished she’d stayed in the logical world. At least at the health spa, she had some authority.

At five in the morning a crowd of villagers arrived for prayer meeting.

The village chief spoke. “Please build us a hospital.”

How dare the people make such a request of her? “If you had a hospital, but continued to urinate in front of the house and passed excreta in the back of the house, the environment would be filled with dangerous germs which could bring diseases to your children.” Sandy swept her arms up and down and then whispered through her scratchy laryngitis. “You need a pit latrine and clean water more than you need a medical facility. At least dig a well and stop drinking water from the dirty streams. Boil the water for drinking.”

“These are our traditions. We’ve had them hundreds of years, and they will not hurt our children,” an elderly gentleman responded.

“When you wrap a child in blankets, who is already too hot, it may cause a convulsion. If you turn the child upside down and pour food down its throat, it can stop him from breathing. And if you give dirty water and food it will cause dysentery.” She lifted her hands in supplication. “Please stop doing these things to harm your children.”

Shrill terrifying screams filled the air, and Sandy rushed to the kitchen again. Her eyes widened at the shrieking child in the pot of hot water as steam rose from it. “Take that baby out of the boiling water.” She stepped closer to rescue the infant.

The tall, muscled mother shoved Sandy away. Built like a lumberjack most likely from chopping firewood and carrying one hundred-pound loads on her head, the mother blocked Sandy from the child. Sandy wanted to bash the woman on the side of the head, strangle her or toss her into the pot of boiling water, but she couldn’t fight a woman three times her size. Sandy ducked around the mother and lifted the screaming baby out of the pot.

Once the baby was out of the cooking vessel, the bubbles Sandy had taken for boiling stopped. It was then that she saw there was no fire under the pot. The bubbles were due to the frantic kicking of the baby to get out of the hot liquid. Sandy plunged her hand and arm into the water. Her limb was beet red. “The water is too hot.”

The mother yelled. “It is not too hot. I added a little river water and black soap to the boiling water before I bathed the baby.”

“Please stop boiling your child.”

Many villagers had crept into the kitchen as Sandy confronted the woman.

The mother snapped, “I am not boiling my children.”

An elderly man came forward. “Madam, she is not cooking her babies. We all bathe our children in the hottest water possible.”

“You are burning the child.”

“Hot water will kill the sicknesses.” The gentleman sighed. “The child will be very clean.”

Sandy shouted back, “The child will be very dead.”

A moment of silence and then several men in the crowd let out a loud gasp. They filled their lungs and growled. Other men shook their fists. Women shed tears while some jabbered. The pastor’s wife moaned and buried her face in her hands.


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Yesterday’s Daughter – Guest Post by Sally Lundy Frommer

Yesterday's Daughter Sallie Lundy Frommer











Please welcome Sallie Lundy Frommer to Roller Coaster Suspense. In her guest post, she interviews Sapphira and Malachi from her novel, YESTERDAY’S DAUGHTER. She is also giving away a signed copy of her book, Yesterday’s Daughter, a coffee mug, and a key chain. Please visit the Rafflecopter link below to register.


Sallie:  “Welcome to V.A.M.P.  For all those listening we have a super treat for you today.  We have with us,  Malachi and Sapphira from Yesterday’s Daughter.  So turn up the volume and lean in to listen.  (Directing her comments to Sapphira)  It’s been a while since you were last here, Sapphira.  And today you have Malachi with you.  We’re thrilled.  I know it took some convincing to get him here.  But the audience is chomping at the bit for news about you and Malachi.”

Malachi:  “I was unable to attend Sapphira on her last visit and it is at my life-mate’s insistence that I am here today.”

Sapphira:  “Malachi, really, you’d think I asked you to give away our first-born (soft smile).  I just thought our fans would enjoy hearing from both of us.  We get so much fan mail.”   (Sapphira smiles as she rubs her fingers over Malachi’s knuckles.) “Thanks for being here, love.”

Sallie:  “Okay love birds, enough with goo goo eyes.  Sapphira you said ‘first born,’ does this mean you have happy news to share?”

Sapphira:  “Sallie, Sallie, Sallie…I was just teasing Malachi.  No, we’re not with child.” (Laughter and smiles).

Malachi:  “And when she is with child, it will not be announced on a program or anywhere.  Our child will be kept safe. ”

Sallie:  “Okay, lighten up, Mr. Serious Guardian Malachi (grin and a wink).  Let’s move on.  “A lot had gone on when Sapphira last visited.  You two have been through so much.  Sapphira you’d been injured.  You guys barely survived the events by all accounts.  Did you take some time off to recover….to get your wits about you?

Sapphira:  “In fact, we did enjoy some time away.  Malachi took me away to such an amazing place.”

Sallie:  “Oh, do tell!  Malachi where did you take the Mrs?”

Malachi:  “It’s a place known only to our kind that requires certain abilities to gain access.”

Sallie“Yes, yes!!  But what’s it like?”

Malachi:  “It is a subterranean cavern with a pool of crystal clear water with fire colored stones in the bottom.   The walls are likened to million year old ice with veins of blue running though them.   It is…”

Sapphira:  “It’s a dream, other worldly…it’s a fantasy, it’s… (Sapphira pauses to admire Malachi.)  It’s the most perfect place…the most perfect thing that’s ever happened to me other than the day Malachi came into my life.”

Sallie:  “Eureka, do I see a hint of smile, Mr. Malachi?  I was beginning to think you couldn’t .”

Malachi:  “I smile, but my smiles belong to Sapphira, my life-mate.”

(A soft silence)

Sallie:  (Sounds of clearing her throat) “Look at you two; you’re giving me a tooth ache.”

Malachi:  “I do not know about your tooth discomfort.  But what I can tell you is Sapphira is my life and mate.  We share everything.  We’re soul mates, bonded in every way…mated in this life and the next and the next.  We…”

Sapphira:  “We share a destiny.  We will confront adversity as one.  We’ll rejoice as one and share in each other’s accomplishments.  We are mated for all times, always.”

Malachi:  “Always!”

Sallie:  (A deep sigh) “Ahh, you two, WOW.  Just  being with you, seeing how you look at each other.  It gives me chills and I do mean the good kind of chills.  It’s like your love is a living thing, touchable, in the room with us.”  (A pause)  “Listen to me.  I’ve gone and gotten all mushy.  I’ll be leaking any second so let’s move on.  Sapphira, you’re a Guardian.  Are you the only female Guardian?”

Sapphira:  “Lord, No!  What made you think that?  There are fewer female Guardians, but I’m by no means alone.”

Sallie:  “What’s the training like?”

Malachi:  “Quite vigorous is all you may know.  The details of Sapphira’s training is not in your purview.”

Sallie:  “Malachi, I’m only asking…”

Malachi:  “Next…”

Sallie:  “Okay, Okay… (Laughter), I get the message.  So can we talk about your pet?”

Malachi:  “Certainly, Buttercup brings much joy to our lives.”

Sallie:  “Buttercup (more laughter, spluttering), Buttercup….”

Sapphira:  “(Joining in the laughter), That’s on me.  I named our tiger, Buttercup.”

Malachi:  “(A smile in his voice) Yes, you did.”

Sapphira:  “She has the sweetest disposition, our Buttercup,  and loves her dad.”

(Said by Sapphira as she drops a pert kiss on Malachi’s jaw.)

Malachi:  (Gives Sapphira a brilliant smile, eyes glowing.)  “She is our baby.”

Sallie:  “A tiger is an unusual pet. What gives?”

Malachi:  “Gives?”

Sapphira:  “Nothing …gives.  She chose us.” (Said with a twinkle in her eyes)

Sallie:  “How?”

Malachi:  That is a long story which belongs only to us.”

Sallie:  “Well do you have any stories or secrets you can share with the listeners’?”

Malachi:  “No…(a pause as listening to someone), we must go now.”

Sapphira:  “Sorry we have to leave so soon.  Thanks for having us today.  And many thanks to our fans and listeners for championing our story, the story of Malachi and Sapphira.

Sallie:  “Wait, wait, I have several more questions…”

Malachi:  “They will keep for another time. Come Sapphira, we are summoned.”

Sapphira:  “Yes, we have to go now, but we’ll be back.”  (Said as Malachi gives Sapphira a half playful, half annoyed l scowl)

Sallie:  (Rushing to get in a few more words before they leave.)  “ Your fans have bombarded me with questions about  you.  When can we expect more?”

Malachi:  “Humans have an expression, ‘patience is a virtue.’  They will have to wait.”

Sallie:  “Well can’t you at least….” (puff).  “Well dang!  They’ve made their exit. Oh well,  that’s it for now.  Thanks for listening to V.A.M.P, the number one station for all things paranormal.”

Book Blurb

Yesterday’s Daughter is full of suspense and surprises as the plot develops. It holds a mirror to contemporary society so we can consider our feelings about people who seem different from us, the assumptions we may make about other groups, and the consequences of those assumptions. Yesterday’s Daughter is an emotionally laden paranormal vampire romance novel woven with layers of betrayal, love and loss. Grace Stone, who later learns her true identity is Sapphira, is a loner who survives abuse in the foster care system after being abandoned as a child. A brilliant student, she escapes from her brutal foster parents as a teenager and creates a life for herself. But, her life is little more than existence; plagued with questions about what she really is, a family that she has never known and the never-ending need to keep her differences hidden. She is alone and lonely, believing it will always remain so until Malachi appears in her life. Malachi, a Guardian of the vampire communities, has searched for his life mate, Sapphira, for decades. He refuses to cease searching for Sapphira even though she is believed dead by all. Conflict arises over the decades between Malachi and his family because of his refusals to accept another mate. But his very soul drives him on to continue his search, knowing that he could not exist if Sapphira were not in the world, somewhere.

 Sallie’s Bio:

I was born on a farm in the rural South to a family of migrant farm workers. In fact, my family is huge.  Some might call it a clan…:-)  I’m the youngest of 10 children.  Yup, I have six brothers and three sisters.  And yes, holidays are a zoo….

Anyway, at an early age, my family moved to the urban Northeast. No more running in the cotton fields for me….:-)

I now live in the suburban Northeast with my husband and a large assortment of plants. I don’t have any children but as you can well imagine, I have tons of nieces and nephews.

As for my education, I was the first in my family to go to college.  I hold bachelors and masters degrees in Human Resource Management.  But I have nieces and nephews working on PhDs.  Way to go kinfolks!!!!

I guess that’s enough for now.  I hope you’ve enjoyed a peek into my world.

Excerpt from Yesterday’s Daughter:

Malachi had gone very still as cold panic ran through his veins like a locomotive.  Trigon started to speak when he noticed that Malachi had paled and was holding his breath.  “Malachi, what is it?” he asked.  The Guardians stared at him and then he let out a howl, in so much anguish that it burst all the glass in the room, exploding the windows as he fell to his knees.  The Guardians spun around believing they were under some new kind of attack but saw nothing to explain Malachi’s condition.  Stunned silence then filled the room, no one breathed unsure of what was happening or what to do.

The nerves of the Guardians were drawn tight like bows about to be launched.  Their eyes were glowing, sweeping the room, searching the shadows, listening with focused intensity, searching for threats.  Maybe the Harvesters had a new weapon.

Trigon carefully stepped closer to Malachi and tentatively placed one hand on his shoulder.  He whispered the question quietly; afraid of what he might hear to bring such a reaction from Malachi.  “What is it, friend?”

Malachi looked up and Trigon recoiled at the grief and horror in his eyes.  He said one word, “Sapphira.”  They all looked at each other, their unease growing.  They all knew his life mate had been killed in the maturing chambers long ago.  Why was he calling her name now?  Why this murderous rage?  Had he lost his mind?

“What about Sapphira?”  Trigon asked unsure of what Malachi was trying to say.  Malachi’s breathing had returned but he sounded like a wounded animal, his breath ragged and uneven.  Unable to find the words, he thrust his mind out to share information with Trigon. Trigon stilled and the Guardians knew that Malachi was giving him information directly.  Trigon’s face tightened in concentration from the onslaught of information.  As the seconds passed, the Guardians grew tenser.


Sallie, thank you so much for guest posting on Roller Coaster Suspense today. Yesterday’s Daughter sounds like a thrilling read!

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David Jemal Interview

Today on Roller Coaster Suspense, please join me in welcoming David Jemal. David is unique in that he’s only seventeen years old and is already a published author!

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David Jemal Interview

Thank you so much for joining us today!

As a seventeen-year-old, what challenges have you encountered in writing?

Nobody really believes you CAN write a book!

Writers of all ages tend to encounter those naysayers. I’m sure at your young age, it’s even worse. Thankfully you didn’t let that stop you!

Tell us a little bit about your novel. What inspired you to write this particular book?

Walking into a library and seeing people look through books. And one day, that might just be me.

Wouldn’t that be an awesome feeling? I’m glad you pursued this dream! Most

writers have many authors who inspire them. Who is your favorite?

I have quite a few! My favorite author has to be Anthony Horowitz. I got hoocked on to reading from his Alex Rider series.

It always makes me happy when an author captures the attention of young adults. How long did it take you to write WHITE STRIKE?

It took me three months from the first word to the last.

What are your aspirations as a writer?

To be able to be in the New York Times Bestselling author club.

David, I think you’re in good company on that one. All of us would love to be in that club someday! What type of novel are you working on now?

A psychopath killer novel.

That sounds interesting. Can you tell us when you first realized that you wanted to be a writer?

Ever since I started reading.

I hear that same answer from authors quite frequently. Tell us a little bit about WHITE STRIKE.

Here’s the back cover blurb:

Sending fifty elite soldiers to take over Afghanistan seemed liked the perfect

plan…until they decided to rebel against America, and seize Afghanistan for themselves. It’s up to Theodore Alfred to come up with a counterattack before the rebels inflict damage and destruction.
Both sides will scramble to find allies in a conflict that will leave the world shaking in fear.

Thank you so much for joining us David. WHITE STRIKE sounds very interesting. Where can readers find your novel?

It’s available on Amazon: It’s only .99 cents. That’s a steal!

Do you have a website where readers can find you?

Yes, they may find me at:



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The AR Rifles

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The AR Rifles

The AR rifles are a hotly debated topic now. While there is a common misconception that “AR” stands for “Assault Rifle” when in reality it stands for “ArmaLite”. ArmaLite originally manufactured the AR rifle but in 1959 sold their rights to Colt.

I’ve heard a myriad of reasons why people believe these weapons should be banned, including that an AR is not for self-defense. Recently in a Facebook conversation about guns, someone made the comment assault weapons have no uses except for killing people. As a gun-sports enthusiast, her comment flabbergasted me. Many people are misinformed about guns in general, but this comment was one I’d not heard before.

Since I grew up shooting, I guess my viewpoint has always been a little different. My dad took me to the range before I started school. He taught me gun safety and how to shoot. I knew from a very young age that a gun could prove deadly in the wrong, or careless hands, however, I’ve never thought of a gun as strictly a method for taking a life.

For me, guns are something used for sport and self-protection. We have a version of the AR-10 (the DPMS AP4 LR-308). My husband uses it for wild pig hunting, and we use it as a range gun. It’s a great shooting rifle and doesn’t have horrible recoil. When not at the range or on a ranch, we lock the gun in the safe. Our rifle has many uses, but none of them are evil or nefarious.

While it’s true, the AR is a deadly weapon, I can name quite a few other deadly weapons–some of them are guns, but many are not.

I have a good friend who was brutally murdered by a stalker. He stabbed her to death then stabbed himself to death. She ran to the neighbor’s apartment and tried to get help, but her neighbor was too afraid to open the door, so she called the police. By the time the police arrived, my friend was dead. A one-hundred and twenty pound, unarmed woman was no match for a two hundred pound man wielding a knife. What if the neighbor had been armed? Could she have saved my friend?

Mr. Colion Noir has several YouTube videos out. I’ve attached a couple of his videos on the AR rifle. You can find all of his YouTube videos here.


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Time After Time Saga

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Time After Time Saga – Tami Dee & Lynette Endicott


 Please join me in welcoming Lynette Endicott and Tami Dee to Roller Coaster Suspense. We are celebrating the release of the second book in their wonderful Time After Time Saga.

Thanks so much for having us, Marcy. Tami and I are so excited about the release of our new book, Survival Instinct. It is the second in our Time After Time Saga. Tami took the lead on this one – HINT: we take turns, and you can tell from the first name on the cover which one laid out the story and did most of the writing. The other writer gets to go in and “play” and of course we consult on major plot points that carry through the series, as well as write sections whenever the other author is “stuck”. There is a lot of energy in working as a team.

We met in an on-line critique group, and mostly talk by email. We have met twice in person, and just in passing. A modern-day co-author story I guess. We always enjoyed each other’s stories, and one day Tami, who already had half a dozen books with Desert Breeze, emailed me to ask what ever happened to the two she had critiqued? That her editor was accepting submissions – so I submitted, and that makes Survival Instinct book number four for Lynette and number eight for Tami.

The series follows the lives of women in a family line who carry the Heartmark, a heart-shaped birthmark.  An ancestress had a run-in with a woman who wanted to destroy her love relationship – and who is now condemned to chase these women through time, not linear time, but crazy, mixed up back and forth time to attempt to do this to her granddaughters, great great granddaughters etc.

In Survival Instinct, Winter Parker, the granddaughter of the key characters in Animal Instinct, has just made detective in San Francisco PD when a bunch of crooked cops attempt to force her to kill a nosy reporter – who turns out to be a home time boy from Missouri.

Here is a new excerpt from Survival Instinct. This is early in the book, at Winter’s celebration for making detective, and describes an exchange with Mel, the enemy in this time line:

She pushed her hair behind her ears and glanced down, considering her faded jeans, black tee, short, silver studded black leather jacket, and beat up black combat boots. It was her usual off duty attire. There was no reason they couldn’t be her working clothes too.

The other detectives had their own distinct looks, mostly casual, comfortable, but each look uniquely their own. They already ribbed her about her fresh, small town girl face, with a body to pull off a sexy as sin; bad girl, biker image. However, that was their take on her appearance, not particularly hers.

In all fairness; the good natured teasing she had endured for the past five years may have stemmed from that first day, when she roared into the police academy parking lot on a Harley.

She had picked up the hog the same day she’d arrived in San Francisco.

Some guy down on his luck had been trying to sell it. She’d offered him five hundred dollars cash and he’d snapped it up.

Granted, it had looked like a hunk of junk. She allowed herself a wry smile. It still looked a hunk of junk for that matter, but it ran, and that’s all that mattered to Winter.

She chuckled at the memory, especially her ‘crash course’ in learning to ride the thing. Amazingly, she hadn’t killed herself or broken anything.

A body pressed against her back, pushing her stomach into the bar. “Hey baby.”

He slurred into her ear; his breath, laced with cigarette and alcohol made her nauseous, and she narrowed her eyes, meeting his clearly civilian drunken gaze in the giant mirror behind the bar. “Get lost.”

He grinned at her, and then slipped his arm around her waist. Winter’s elbow connected with his ribs with a satisfying crunch just as Mel, a statuesque redhead, grabbed his arm from Winter’s person and jerked it behind his back until he squeaked in pain. Not a bad move for a 911 operator.

Mel shoved him into the crowd and he stumbled away clutching his side, cradling his arm with his uninjured hand.

Winter smiled at Mel. They usually worked opposite shifts, but said the friendly hello when they crossed paths. Winter stuck out her hand to shake Mel’s. “Thanks, Mel, what a jerk. To think, all these guy cops in here and a woman officer comes to my rescue.”

Mel laughed, her exotic eyes sparkling. “Your party is in full swing, San Francisco’s finest are punch drunk by now and likely wouldn’t have noticed if that guy had slung you over his shoulder and carried you out of here.”

Winter snorted and caught sight of Sam Cunningham across the room. He was her new partner; a well-seasoned detective, who was currently doubled over laughing at something the cute blond at his right had just said. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m not drunk enough to let that happen.”

An odd look shifted through Mel’s eyes, but was quickly gone. She released Winter’s hand and glanced down.

A chill slipped down Winter’s spine as Mel stared hard at her Heartmark. “It’s a birth mark, not a tattoo,” Winter tried to joke.

Mel didn’t respond for a good thirty seconds. Her beautiful, ageless face had gone stone still, and another chill had Winter shoving her hands into her jacket pockets — both to warm them, and hide her Heartmark.

The abrupt movement pulled Mel out of whatever trance she had been in and she smiled a bit absently. “Yes, well,” she murmured, glancing through the crowd to watch the creep leave the bar. “All’s well that ends well. I think I’ll call it a night, I have an early shift tomorrow.”

With that Mel melted into the crowd, and, after a moment, Winter saw her leave the bar and head toward the ocean side of the bar, the same direction the creep had gone.


She sipped her drink, which had been topped off at some point. She was feeling the alcohol now. Her head swirled, and her limbs felt heavy as she shifted her weight to lean more fully on the glossy bar.

Friends, co-workers, and even some strangers spoke to her, their words not making sense, and her own responses nothing more than gibberish.


As animal lovers, Lynette and Tami feature animals prominently in their Time after Time series. They’ve shared a few pictures with us.

Cat Bird

Thank you so much for joining us today and giving us a peek into your series.

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