Wednesday 27 March 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 03/27/19

All is quiet on the home front.

I’m just kidding, my life is in ashes. The investigation into the politician’s death led to Casey being questioned because she volunteered on his election campaign – a detail I was not aware of before I seduced and killed him at the blackmail of my former best friend who has since disappeared. So my husband’s daughter has been in my deceased daughter’s room with a panic attack since Monday because she believes someone is trying to kill people involved in the politician’s life.

Because you’ll never guess the pattern that the police released to the public over the weekend:

This politician’s entire cabinet have been slowly killed off in what were originally deemed unfortunate accidents and have now been called the work of a serial killer.

Oh yes. I am national news, everyone.

Fuck Charlotte.

Jason has also found an apartment with some friends of his and will be moving in at the end of April. And he’s made it clear that he knows I killed Casey’s boss and he wants to be seen with me as little as possible once he’s out of the house. Oh phone calls and mail can absolutely be exchanged. But he will not have some “crazed blackmailing stalker” know where he sleeps again.

I can’t blame him for that but it really hurt.

I’m losing him. I know that when he moves out, he’ll be gone forever. And then it will be me and Casey for a few years but we’ll never quite connect because we have no real reason to. And then it will be just me and James and I’ll have to find a hobby.

Like knitting or racquetball.

I hate racquetball. It is claustrophobic, noisy tennis and requires half the stamina. The only other people who throw a ball against a wall and call it passing the time are caricatures of people in prison.

I refuse to take up racquetball therefore I refuse to be an empty nester.

I guess I’m getting a cat.

Except I can’t get a cat because James is allergic but I am just in a very frustrating place at the moment. I’m not quite alone yet but I feel it coming on. Plus there’s all of Casey’s drama that I will have to gracefully deal with.

Seriously. Fuck Charlotte.

She hasn’t shown up since the news broke and I’m just so paranoid, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Well, there’s currently multiple shoes in the air so…get ready for a storm of footwear.

I am not nearly drunk enough for this week.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday 20 March 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 03/20/19

Well I killed a counsel member. On purpose. I don’t feel I had much of a choice. Given my former best friend threatened my family if I didn’t. Are these things that only happen in my life?

Honestly, if I had been bored, I might have killed this man even if I wasn’t being blackmailed. He came off as a rich asshole who feels entitled to every thing…and was exactly what he claimed to be. When he slipped me a few dollars to “go get him a drink” and then laughing when I told him I wasn’t a waitress, I knew he had to die.

Luckily, men like that are easy to kill. He doesn’t remember faces and he will believe anything you say if you’re a woman who appears mildly interested in fucking him. Regardless of a wedding ring.

We made arrangements to meet in his hotel room an hour after our “chance encounter” and five minutes later, it was all done. Strangulation disguised as failed foreplay and no discernable DNA anywhere in the hotel room (because I’m damn good at my job).

Except no, it’s not a job. I am not an assassin. Despite what Charlotte may presume. She promised she would be back if she needed anything else from me, leaving me more than a little anxious and worried for what will come next.

The hurtful thing is, if she had just asked, I would have killed for her. She was my friend and someone I learned to trust more than most. I have to wonder what happened to her. I wish I could ask her. But I haven’t seen her since the day I killed the Counselman and now all I can do is wait until she decides she needs me again.  

This is the worst form of waiting by the phone.

The second worst.

“We’ve found what’s left of your daughter.” Still trumps all phone calls I have or will ever receive.

Can we talk about how much politicians suck in general? Sure there are some out there who are trying to be an honest representation of the people’s needs and serve the community before themselves. But the majority of them are just ass-slapping capitalists who seek their own needs above others. No wonder the earth is going to explode in 12 years. Or whatever those scientists said.

No wonder I have so many targets.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Tuesday 19 March 2019

Book Release for Only Want You by Shane Morgan

Release date: March 15th 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Evelyn Harris.
Twenty-eight-year-old assistant project manager.
Has a great life.
Loving (nosy) family. 
Supportive best friends.
The problem? Her love life is going nowhere. After a few failed relationships, laughable blind dates, and online dating fiascos, Evelyn is about ready to give up on love and commit entirely to her career.
Things change when she meets James.

James Westbrook.
Wants to be taken seriously as an architect.
But a scam involving a former friend has rocked his reputation, both professionally and personally. Plus, he’s avoided commitment after a broken engagement two years ago.
When the opportunity to work again finally comes around, James feels grateful. He puts an end to occasional hookups and focuses on rebuilding his career.
He never anticipated meeting Evelyn.

These two were on the verge of saying ‘screw it’ to love. But with so much spark between them, fate becomes harder to fight the more time they spend together at work.

Will James and Evelyn give this office romance a chance or will fear destroy their possible happiness together?

About the Author
Shane Morgan is the author of several novels, including Unresisting, Impossibly Love, Finding Julian, and The Right Song. She lives in Rhode Island with her husband. Aside from writing, Shane enjoys listening to music, watching movies, and traveling.


Evelyn finished her wine and set the empty glass next to her laptop. “Thanks for inviting me over. Surprisingly, I feel more relaxed here than I do at the office.”
Then stay.
“Glad you’re comfortable.”
Our eyes remained linked for a while, until I lowered mine to her full lips, swallowing hard as the memory of kissing them rushed me.
I blinked the vision away, wanting to respect Evelyn’s wishes and her job.
“More wine?” I offered, standing.
She shuddered a tad and looked at her empty glass. “No, um, I should get going.”
“Oh. All right.”
Please stay.
Evelyn closed her laptop, packing it away into her bag. I brought the empty glasses into the kitchen.
She stood as I walked back to the desk. “Thank you for dinner and for a different space to work.”
“You’re welcome.”
I could see apprehension within her fluttering eyes. She was more nervous than ever.
Evelyn gnawed at her bottom lip as her eyes slowly glanced over me. Then she squeezed them shut as if fighting back her emotions. I was tempted to step closer.
It’s okay. You don’t have to fight.
“I should go,” she said again, opening her eyes.
Please don’t leave, my mind shouted.
“Okay,” I said instead and walked her to the door.
She lifted her hand to open it, hesitated, but then opened it at last.
What was going on inside that head of hers?
Was she as conflicted as I was?
“See you tomorrow,” she said softly, barely meeting my gaze before she stepped out of my apartment.
“See you.”
Evelyn shut the door behind her.
A sigh of regret gushed from my lips. Seconds later, I turned to go shower, but urgent knocking made me halt in my steps. I spun around and quickly opened the door.
My brows shot up. “Evelyn?”

Wednesday 13 March 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 03/13/19

Dear readers, I have never believed that the universe was conspiring against me. I have put out a lot of negativity and I'm still standing. A basic level of karma is not the same thing as universe conspiracy. If I'm going to get screwed over, it's directly because of my own actions. I am my own worst enemy, damn it, and you can't take that away from me!

I bring this up because I think the universe might be trying to royally fuck me over. And it's my own damn fault.

In March 2016, I successfully got Charlotte Westburn out of an sketchy situation - one which ended in me dismembering her husband for murdering my daughter. Charlotte was nice, she was my friend, but she was innocent in Daniel's crimes and I couldn't bring myself to kill her - even though she knew my secret. I trusted her to keep it for fear of her own safety and the scandal that would be unleashed if she ever revealed what she knew. And for three years, that is exactly what happened.

And then this weekend, everything changed.

For the last few months, and especially in recent weeks, I've been convinced that someone was stalking my family; in the house, at school and work. I think I told you about being sick and believing there was someone standing in the doorway to my bedroom. Enough to terrify a family of people who don't terrorize for a living. I was getting more pissed off than anything.

No, I was scared. I was worried and I was scared that this would not end well and I might be right.

Charlotte is back.

I thought I would be happy to see her if she ever knocked on my door again - and maybe I would have been - except she didn't knock at my door. I came home to find her sitting on my bed. And she barely looked like Charlotte. I knew she would change her appearance to get away from press and prying eyes but this was a visibly emotional shift. She had hardened frown lines and a permanent lifted eyebrow. Always scrutinizing. If I ever missed my friend, this is not how I imagined our reunion would be.

She faked pleasantries for a moment but ultimately asked to get down to business. What business, you ask? That is when Charlotte - my friend, my confident - threw down photos, usb sticks, and memory cards. She assured me, they were full of enough evidence to put me in prison for the rest of my days. And bring my whole family along with me. I believed her. Plus she gave me a usb to look through. She wasn't lying.

She promised none of these copies were final and she had ensured that the police would be notified if any harm came to her. The thought crossed my mind for a moment but I was more confused than homicidal at the time.

Then, she asked for a favour.

There was a man in town for a conference and she wanted me to kill him.

Normally, it wouldn't take blackmail and a betrayal of trust to get me to kill anyone but this man is an elected official. A minor counsel member but a political man nonetheless.

She's looking for an assassination.

Dear readers, I swore I would never become an assassin. There is never an end. And I can sense it now. If I kill this man for Charlotte, there will be more. Other than the utter heartbreak I felt at seeing the woman my friend had become, there are several reasons not to go through with this.

But my family. She threatened my family. She has evidence that could hurt all of them and I will not let that happen. If I do this for her, I could potentially find and destroy every trace of their danger. It's a risk either way.

I have until he flies home on Saturday morning to decide what I'm going to do.

I don't normally beg for help but dear readers, I don't know what to do.

No, that's a lie. I know what I'm going to do. But I need the strength to go down this road. So far, no one else knows about Charlotte's visit or her plans for me. And if I can end this quickly, no one need ever know.

Except for you. You, who always bear witness to the great downfalls in my life. What's one more.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Tuesday 12 March 2019

Blog Tour for Queen to Ashes by Mallory McCartney

Title: QUEEN TO ASHES (Black Dawn #2)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Pub. Date: January 8, 2019
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Formats: eBook
Pages: ?

“You lived your entire life feeling like half of you was missing. Fight for the missing part. Fight for this.” 

Emory Fae has abandoned everything she thought she knew about her previous life on Earth. Stepping up to her role as Queen of Kiero she makes a startling sacrifice- feigning her allegiances to Adair Stratton, the man who murdered her parents and casted Kiero into ruin. Emory’s memories slowly piece together, and she soon realizes the Mad King may not be all he seems— and the man who was once best friend, may be fighting beneath the surface. 

With the King’s attention on her, can she buy Black Dawn Rebellion enough time to recuperate their forces? And when the times comes, will she be able to kill Adair, ending his tyranny and rising herself as the rightful Queen? Fighting to hide her secret, Emory navigates the brutal trials of the Mad King, trying not to lose herself in the process. 

Sequel to Black Dawn, now a bestselling series, the sparks are ignited, as Emory learns the cost of freedom, and her title. Will the rebels unite in time? A sinister force has spread across the land, stripping everyone bare- their betrayals, their secrets, their intentions. But above all, what will their decisions cost? By refusing to give in to the darkness, will Emory rise as Queen?


Chapter Two


All she could hear was buzzing. Tight, unrelenting buzzing. The world dipped, and she was a ghost amongst the living. Hermind screamed that she was going into shock as the color drained from her skin, limbs trembling. Her body betrayed her for the briefest of seconds as Adair looked at her hungrily, his dark gaze ravaging her. The room seemed to tilt, and her mind felt thick and constricted. The bloodied sword was still in her hand, and Brokk’s body splayed out lifelessly between them. Life and Death. Love and Loss. Light and Dark. This is the divide her life had taken, and one that she was completely and utterly lost in. Suffocated in. What had she done? What. Had. She. Done.

Before she could take another look, to convince herself that it wasn’t him—it couldn’t have been—a strong hand gripped her arm as Adair’s words registered with her. Then she was ushered out, with the promise of tomorrow on his gaunt lips, and the burly guard led her away from the king. The door shut, sealing away the gory scene. Her breath lodged in her throat, and as they walked away, she adjusted to the world around her. It was numbing her system being out of the cells, the bustle of Adair’s world seeming too sharp, too fast. Her pulse roared, and through the grime and blood she held on, trying not to give in to the deep cracks in her soul. Walk. Breathe. Survive. Make him believe you want him. Then end him. Walk. Breathe. Survive. Survive. Survive. Survive. Survive. The guard was silent as he pulled her down the twisting hallways, past the prying eyes and chasing whispers.
As they walked, she could barely register what had happened. Again, that buzzing droned out her surroundings. In the arena, her adrenaline had smeared his edges, and he was just a Dark King on a broken throne. But in those few moments in his chamber, during their charged verbal dance, she was so overwhelmed that his presence had unraveled a part of her long forgotten. That out of anyone else, he had brought snippets of blurry memories to surface. The feeling of recognition, of friendship. Of betrayal, of loyalty, of confusion and pain. Swallowing hard, she walked, pushing the thought of the king out from her mind. She thought of nothing, and as they wove through the corrupt kingdom, she gave in to the void and allowed herself to fall until she felt nothing at all.


The bath water ran, pouring into the clawed tub. It churned, making several eddies in the water. She stood, back stiff, watching the spout gush. Too fast. Too loud. The frothy surface reflected the paint flecking the gold and red of the walls. She blinked, turning slowly. In her chambers, a fire blazed in its hearth, bookcases lined the stone wall, and a huge four-poster bed waited for her. Flush to the sidewall, a closet full of clothing beckoned to her. It was lavish, a place fit for someone the Mad King potentially wanted to keep alive. Not for a prisoner. She shook with adrenaline. For the time being, he had believed her. Her hands were caked with blood. Hissing she clawed at her skin, trying to scrub it off, only making it smear. All she could see was the flash of steel, the spattering of red blood, and the crunch of bone. His golden eyes, echoing of memories and loyalty before everything distorted and twisted. A strangled sound bubbled from her lips as she slid slowly to the floor, not caring about holding her broken pieces together anymore.

They had brought Brokk in. The same curve of his lips, same flecked golden eyes. At first glance, it had been, without a doubt, him. All it took was one second. His golden hair turned black; his eyes bled into nothingness, and his edges blurred. Her instinct had screamed imposter. That hadn’t been Brokk, and she had acted on that gut feeling alone. She replayed that moment repeatedly in her mind. The tang of magic was overwhelming, filling her mouth, her nose, her mind. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath. The sword had felt like lead in her hands, and with a flash of steel, glinting in the firelight, she had killed. Her vision twisted and churned, and she barely made it to the washroom before her stomach emptied. Cold sweat coated her body as she retched and retched repeatedly. Gasping, she wiped her mouth and sat down, breathing hard. Hot tears streaked down her face, and she screamed, biting her shaking knuckles. The sharp, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and she ripped her hand away, her breath coming in ragged gulps.

She was in a lethal dance between past and truth, between love and loyalty. Closing her eyes for a moment she willed herself to see all their faces. Memphis. Brokk. Alby. Azarius. Even Nyx. She hoped they were safe and had found time to grieve for the Rebellion. And for Nyx, that she had time to explain, that she didn’t lose her only family. Leaning over, she shut the tap off, and throwing her clothes down onto the tiled floor, she slipped into the steamy waters. It instantly turned pink from the blood. She took the creamy bar of soap and scrubbed herself until her skin was raw. Her mind spun and spun in the harsh play by play. The real Brokk knew coming to Adair’s doorstep would warrant his death. A plan that reckless after so many years of hiding… Emory paced. It couldn’t work, could it? A soft whimper escaped her, her voice cracking.

She took in a deep breath, and closing her eyes, she dunked underwater, allowing herself to free float. The water was steaming hot, loosening the knots in her muscles and easing the tension from her soul. But those whispers that had chased her, finally caught up. Emory Fae, liar, betrayer. She wouldn’t have been able to go through with her plan if the rebellion had known. Memphis would have tried to stop her. Her heart gave a painful clench, and her lungs were on fire as she burst up, gasping for oxygen, splashing water everywhere, then slipping back under.

Those final days and nights in the cell were filled with terror. The darkness seeped from every angle, and her mind was the target. Memory after memory came to her in her sleep, in the bowels of Adair’s kingdom. And she remembered the frigid air circling around her as she pled with Memphis and Brokk, for them to come with her. And Memphis, he took away her memories of Kiero, of her life as she was plunged into the unknown world. She had been so wrong about her mysterious shifter. Brokk had been twisted by a best friend’s jealousy, and she had complied, not allowing him to prove what he had been to her—what he meant to her.

Bursting through the surface of the bath, her lungs screamed for air. She rubbed her eyes, sighing deeply. Yet it came, snippets of her life as she pieced the puzzle together. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of the haunted man. She would play her part very, very well. She would pass these trials, and then as Queen, she would free them all, and destroy him. Once and for all. If she survived. If she believed she had a running chance to overcome Adair and find a way to get to the Rebellion. If. If. If.

Gnashing her teeth together, she stood, getting out of the tub. Wrapping herself in soft towels, she stalked towards her bed, eyeing where a small tray of sliced meats, cheeses, and fruits lay on her bed stand. Her mouth dropped opened as she lunged towards the tray, shovelling it in. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten. It was heavenly. She pushed down the guilt as she chewed. She wouldn’t be any use half-starved. Sighing, she flopped on the bed, and she couldn’t help herself as she started to drift off, the whispers of her mind bringing her into a restless sleep filled with dreams of dark eyes and steel cages, trying to keep her locked away. And her, never fast enough to outrun any of them.


Renegade and Black Dawn will be available in the following #Vancouver area locations : Chapters Burnaby, Indigo Surrey, Chapters Coquitlam, Indigo West Vancouver, Indigo Granville (2505 Granville St) and Indigo Robson (1033 Robson St) in December!

Title: RENEGADE (Black Dawn 0.5)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Pub. Date: July 3, 2018
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 274
Find it: Amazon, B&N, TBD, Goodreads

“The time for Kiero’s reign in prosperity is over.”

Six years before the Black Dawn Rebellion, Adair Stratton and Emory Fae are following in their parent’s footsteps and living at The Academy, a home for those who are gifted. The pressure to uphold the future of their parent’s dream falls on them. An outcast and feared by most, Adair longs to break away from the expectations dictating his future. Even if Emory tries to make him see differently. An unexpected group of friends keep him there, but as whispers of unexplained disappearances start reaching from the capital, Adair starts to doubt The Academy is all it seems.

An unexpected visit ignites new tensions as the roguish king from across the Black Sea, Tadeas Maher of the Shattered Isles, and his heir, Marquis Maher sail to Kiero. Notorious for their pirating and wrath- for the first time in years, they demand the Fae’s listen to their proposition for a new treaty, holding the news of Nei’s father’s abrupt death over them. Caught in the middle of politics- Adair and Emory, with the help of their best friends Brokk and Memphis search for the one thing that matters most- finding out the truth.

In this gripping prequel to Black Dawn, their world is tipped upside down as unlikely alliances are made. War ravages through Kiero and is torn apart by acclaimed Kings. Through the throes of betrayal, lies, hidden magic and love, Adair is faced with a life changing decision- to fight or to bow to the darkness within him.


Title: BLACK DAWN (Black Dawn #1)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Pages: 352
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Find it: Amazon, B&N, TBD, Goodreads

Emory Fae enjoys leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden world of Kiero, and bringing Emory back she will discover she is the long lost heir to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a dynamic role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne.

With both men being darkly woven in her past Emory uncovers hidden secrets, a power held long dormant, and will soon realize there are worse things than supernatural humans, love, loss, betrayal, and a Mad King.

Some things are better left in the shadows.


About Mallory:
Mallory McCartney is the author of the bestselling Black Dawn series. She currently lives in Sarnia, Ontario with her husband and their three dachshunds Link, Lola and Leonard. When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she can be found day dreaming about fantasy worlds and hiking. Other favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert shops.

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Wednesday 6 March 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 03/06/19

I am now convinced more than ever that someone is stalking my family. Even Casey brought it up at dinner yesterday that she noticed the same car parked across the street after the neighbours have left for work - which is a whole other conversation about our neighbours' odd work hours and the exact number of parking spaces they actually need.

What's really odd is that amount of times others in the house have noticed the shadows and creaks in the house that aren't usually there. If it were just me, I could brush it off as paranoia; if it were just Casey, I could say it was just unfamiliarity. But the boys have both made comments lately. Plus there were those occasions when Jason told me about being followed to work. Someone is definitely stalking us; they've been doing it for months.

And I think they know my secret.

On Monday, I was standing over a 20-something college student I had lured into an alley with the promise of narcotics - p.s. the amount of times that has worked is troubling to me. Addiction and drug abuse are a real problem in this city - when I sensed someone watching me. Just the hairs on the back of my neck. I can't see anyone so I continued. As I finished slicing her throat, I heard shuffling behind me. With the girl bleeding out on the concrete, I searched the alley for signs of intruders but found nothing.

But I know what I heard. And I know what I'm seeing. I can't brush it off anymore. But I'm not sure what to do. If I had any tangible proof, I would go to the police. It's what a normal citizen would do and following the law is the best way to skirt it. If I found any patterns, I could find them and make them stop - in a way only I can. But I don't have anything. Just sounds and shadows. And it's driving me up the wall.

All I can really do wait. And hope their ill-intentions don't lead to someone hurting my family.

In the meantime, if anyone has any tips on catching a stalker, I'd love to hear them. I'm used to being the predator and you know how much I hate being the one who isn't in control.

This isn't going to end well for someone.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe