We’re going to a party

‘The Undead Must Die’ is a short and fast read that will introduce you in my New Adult Adventure, Suspense, Thriller series called ‘The Order of the Black Rose’. It’s the book #1 and it ends with a cliffhanger. The second installment in the series will be published on April 2015 and it’ll be the conclusion of the current story but, at the same time, the beginning of a new one.It’s been 10 days since ‘The Undead Must Die’ was published and it’s doing quite well for a humble, tiny, little book in a vast sea of YA/NA books.

It managed to get into the Top 100 in Kindle eBooks > Teen & Young Adult > Mysteries & Thrillers > Spies (paid books) and it’s ranked 4rth in Hot New Releases.

That wouldn’t be done without the help of you, the members of indie books community, one of the most amazing communities in the world. Tons of thanks are not enough.

That’s why I invite you to the last event I’ve schedule for January. Join me in the celebrations for Autumn Grey’s new book ‘Obliterate’ that take place on January 12th. It’s going to be a great fun and you’ll have the chance to win some amazing books by super-talented authors.

Just click on this link and you’re in the party: https://www.facebook.com/events/748862431858285/?notif_t=plan_edited

Buy it on Amazon for $0.99 or get it for FREE on Amazon Unlimited.

Join me on my first ever online takeover!

Haven’t you joined yet the Release Day Party for “The Syrian Virgin” by Zack Love?

Talented author Zack Love has just published his new book ‘The Syrian Virgin’ and since Monday he has been throwing a glamorous online party!

You’ll make me super happy if you check out the blurb for “The Syrian Virgin”, add it to your TBR on Goodreads  (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23172131-the-syrian-virgin) and in a comment below, tell me what books or movies this story reminds you of.

This event started on Monday and we’re all having so much fun thanks to all those amazing authors from all over the world who participate with giveaways, quizzes, funny stories and weird pictures.

If you haven’t joined the party yet, make sure you do so on Friday 14 November at 13:00 (EST) and join me on my takeover!!! And enter the Rafflocopter giveaway posted on the event’s page for your chance to win some of many amazing prizes. And who knows, maybe you win the pack of 4 royalty free fine art photography jpg files I’m offering on our Yia Su etsy shop!

So, will you come to our party?

Legends and Lore Athnology: Charon’s Obol #Review #Interview

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When I signed up for the Legends and Lore Anthology Blog Tour I asked Becca & Sarah from Loving the Book Launch Party, who are the Tour organisers, to review Charon’s Obol by. R. M. Ridley. I didn’t know what the story was about, or I should say that what I only knew was what the short description says: “Jonathan Alvey didn’t believe in gods, until he helps a lost child find her all-powerful parents.”

But a word was what intrigued me: Charon.

In Greek mythology, Charon (Greek: Χάρων) is the ferryman of Hades who carries souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx and Acheron that divided the world of the living from the world of the dead.

So, it was a pleasant surprise to find out that this story, part of the Legends and Lore Anthology, is inspired by Greek Mythology.

As much as I felt a proud Greek, I was even more delighted because what I read was a fast paced, well constructed and beautifully written story. R. M. Ridley’s writing style has many to do with this because the author knows how to engage the audience.

I haven’t read yet the rest of the book, but if tit has the quality Charon’s Obol has, I’m sure it’ll be a great success.

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Q&A with R.M.Ridley

How did the idea for this story come to you?

As for every story I write, it starts with an image, or moment of dialogue, that my Muse slaps into my head and I just let it unfurl from there. In this case, it was the image of a little girl standing in door to Alvey’s office.

What makes your main character unique?

He’s almost an anti-hero. He wants nothing more than to sit in his office smoking, drinking, and reading but the universe keeps throwing things in life which he’s just can leave alone because he’s driven by a sense of duty and of guilt.

Is this part of a series?

Yes. This is a short story set in the White Dragon Black series. The first story to see print from this world was in last years paranormal anthology, ‘Shades and Shadows’ and then the full length novel ‘Tomorrow Wendell’ came out in June of this year.

When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?

I have written stories for as long as I can remember. I didn’t want to devote the majority of life to it until about fifteen years ago, however. It wasn’t until the character of Jonathan Alvey came along, four years ago, that I said I need to get this published.

What have you written?

I write urban fantasy / paranormal and horror. I have completed four novels that have never even been submitted anywhere and a stack of short stories. I have had a few of my short stories published, both the paranormal and the horror.

What are you working on?

Currently I am working on the edits of the second White Dragon Black novel, ‘Bindings & Spines, as well as writing the fifth novel in the series. I am also working with Xchyler on a secret project for fans of the White Dragon Black series.

How do you write? Longhand, typewriter, laptop, tablet?

My hand writing is atrocious, I can’t even read it half the time, so I use a laptop. A lap top also makes it easier for me to write in the style that I do, which is non-chronological. I flit from beginning, to end, to middle— all over the place– where ever the inspiration hits, I write that scene and eventually it all gets woven together.

What is your writing zone and how do you get there?

If my Muse is with me, I’m writing. If she steps out for coffee, I’m useless – I can’t write a thing. I’m just a conduit for her idea’s.

What’s the hardest thing about writing?

Not writing. Every moment you are not working with the words, for whatever reason, is the hardest part of writing.

What’s the easiest thing about writing?

When it all suddenly clicks – when the whole picture snaps into place and you understand everyone’s motives, reasons, and, minds, then it just flows out like and open tap.

What are you currently reading?

I’m working my way through the entire collection of Raymond Chandler’s short stories.

Do you prefer reading eBook or paperback?

I have never even tried reading from an eBook, so that probably says something.

What advice do you have for fellow writers?

Learn to love editing. See edits as the flips side of writing – still creative, still full of possibilities – and every aspect, from the first word written, to the first word printed, will be a joy.

Author’s Bio

R.M. Ridley lives in rural Ontario on a small homestead, raising a menagerie of animals, including a flock of sheep and a swarm of foul. He has been writing stories, both long and short, for three decades, the themes of which range from the gruesome to the fantastical. As an individual who suffers from severe bipolar disorder, R.M. Ridley is a strong believer in being open about mental health issues because myths should be kept to stories.

Email: ravennotathome@gmail.com

Website: http://ravennotathome.wix.com/rmridley

Blog: http://creativityfromchaos.wordpress.com/

Twitter: @RavenMRIdley

Link to the Publisher’s page: http://www.xchylerpublishing.com/site.cfm/Our-Books/Legends-and-Lore.cfm

New Release and Giveaway: Gone for a soldier by Marsha Ward

Today I’m featuring author Marsha Ward and her new book Gone for a soldier.

Make sure you scroll down to find the link to the Rafflecopter Giveaway and enter for a chance to win amazing prizes.

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Rulon Owen loves two things more than life—his country and Mary Hilbrands.

When Virginia secedes from the Union, Rulon enlists, and finds himself
fighting foes both in battle and in his own camp. He struggles to stay
alive against all odds, with a knife-wielding tent-mate and a Union
army that seems impossible to defeat. It will take every ounce of
vigilance he has to survive and, with a little luck, he might make it
home to his wife and the son he’s never seen.

Forced to live with her parents for the duration, Mary faces a battle
for independence. With a mother whispering that her husband won’t come
home to her and a son who needs her to be both father and mother, Mary
has to dig deep for strength to overcome her overwhelming loneliness
and the unknown future ahead.

Separated by war and circumstance, Rulon and Mary discover that not
all enemies wear the Union blue.


Rulon saw the bend in the road ahead where lay the turnoff to a lane that he could find on the

darkest of nights. At the end of the lane, his family would be going about their daily tasks,

perhaps thinking about him, perhaps not. He cleared the bend in the road and reined the horse

into the wide path. He had to be quick. Harrisonburg wasn’t far away, as the crow flies, but he

would need most of the time left of the day to make the trip on horseback.

Julianna saw him first when she turned from feeding the hogs. “Rulon!” his younger sister

shouted, then dropped her pails and ran toward him, braids flying, spindly legs showing beneath

her swirling skirt, skinny arms outstretched to him.

He dismounted before she reached him and caught her in his arms, noting the tears streaking her


“Why are you goin’ to fight?” The anxiety in her voice caused it to come out high and thin, and

he hugged her tighter than before.

“Our country needs me,” he answered, muffling his answer against her sunbonnet.

“What if you die?” she wailed.

He couldn’t reply. When he raised his head to take a last look around the place, Ma was there

with Marie beside her, their grave faces bringing a lump to his already tight throat.

Then Albert, the mischievous scamp, came running down the lane, with Pa and the rest of the

boys walking behind him. Ben was the only one missing. They had made their farewells in town.

He had to hug them all, even Pa. Then Ma began a prayer, and they quit their hats, joined hands

right there in the lane, and listened to her heartfelt plea for a short war and safety for the troops.

As Ma spoke the “amen” and the family joined in, Rulon was reminded that he hadn’t left Mary

with a prayer. Mayhap he should have, instead of bedding her one last time. Devotion to God

should be in their marriage, as it was in his parents’ union, he reminded himself. As he climbed

on the horse, he pledged that he would be a better husband when he got the chance. If I get the



Marsha Ward was born in the sleepy little town of Phoenix, Arizona, in the southwestern United States; and grew up with chickens, citrus trees, and lots of room to roam. She became a storyteller at an early age, regaling her neighborhood friends with her fanciful tales during after-school snacks. Her love of the 19th Century Western era was reinforced by visits to her cousins on their ranch, and listening to her father’s stories of homesteading in Old Mexico and in the southern part of Arizona.

Over the years, Marsha became an award-winning poet, writer and editor, with over 900 pieces of published work, including her acclaimed novel series featuring the Owen family. She is the founder of American Night Writers Association, and a member of Western Writers of America and Women Writing the West. A workshop presenter and writing teacher, Marsha makes her home in a tiny forest hamlet in Arizona. When she is not writing, she loves to spoil her grandchildren, travel, give talks, meet readers, and sign books. Visit her at either her website or one of her blogs!




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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Case File 13, Curse of the Mummy’s Uncle

The cover that the Whitney award finalist, Author J. Scott Savage revealed to us on Tuesday was amazing, right? (Click here if you didn’t get to see it!) Well, today we have cover to share with you from his other amazing YA series, Case File 13.

First, for those of you who didn’t get to see his author bio on Tuesday, lets help you guys get to know the man behind the amazing books real quick!

Author Bio:

J. Scott Savage has returned after being lost in a Mexican rain forest.

His office is now filled with Mayan scrolls, hieroglyphics, artifacts,

and star charts. His children and children-in-law, Big Nick, Erica,

Scott, Natalie, Jake, and Little Nick, look pale, and claim to be

cursed. His grandchildren, Gray, Lizzie, and Jack, are heavily wrapped

in mummy-like bandages. And his wife, Jennifer, has reportedly been seen

glowing green and hexing the neighbors.

You can visit him on his blog jscottsavage.blogspot.com or on Twitter @jscottsavage.

Praise for Case File 13 Zombie Kid (Book 1 in the series):

An Amazon Best Book of the Month

A Whitney Award Finalist

“Sure to please young readers looking for a thrill. It’s

hard to imagine that readers (particularly boys) won’t enjoy every minute of

hair-raising fun.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review.

“With its mix of creepy chills and laugh-out-loud humor,

Zombie Kid is the perfect book. Nick and his friends are my new favorite

people.” —James Dashner, New York Times bestselling author of The Maze.

Now about the book that this absolutely AMAZING cover is for!

Here is the back cover blurb:

You hold in your hands a very sinister story.

I have searched every nook and cranny to compile the

evidence in Case File 13. Now, in this book, you will find the next eerie

installment in the adventures of Nick, Carter, and Angelo, three

monster-obsessed boys whose harmless trip to Mexico turned into something so

horrendous, so revolting—

Wait a second, Mr. B! You’re making this whole thing sound

way scarier than it really was. Maybe dial it back a notch?

But Nick, it is that scary. In this volume alone there are

haunted pyramids, alien artifacts, and even a mummy with a terrible curse.

True, but there’s also the part with the hidden treasure,

and the time when Carter used his knitting needles to—

Yes, all right, you win. Now if you’ll excuse me…

You hold in your hands a very sinister, VERY SILLY story,

following the WACKY adventures of three boys whose expedition to Mexico turned

into something OUT OF THIS WORLD. This is the fourth volume. Read on if you


Not your ordinary back-cover blurb, right?!?!?

You should be totally eager to take a peak at this cover now.

Are you READY?????


Amazing cover, right? Leave your comments for the author below!!!

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Book Blast and Giveaway: True by Gwendolyn Grace

Gwendolyn Grace is celebrating the release of her debut novel. Let’s share her excitement! Don’t forget to click on the link below to join the True Book Blast Rafflecopter Giveaway!


Alex Turner was my true… my husband, the father of my children, the man of my dreams. But what happens when that isn’t enough anymore?


I never thought I’d risk my true… my everything, but one mistake can change lives. True love is undeniable… but is it forever?

I knew something was different about Justin Rich. The way his eyes lingered a little longer on places they shouldn’t, his brazenness and suggestive double meanings excited me. I knew I was flirting with danger but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

True love can make your heart soar. Secrets and lies can break it.


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“Look, Courtney, about what I said earlier…”

“It’s okay. Really. You don’t have to apologize. I should have said something…”

“I’m not apologizing.” He reaches me in two strides and places his hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I meant every word of it. I like you. I like you a lot, Courtney. I just can’t stand by and watch you be with someone who doesn’t…”

“Shh.” I put my hand to his mouth. “Stop.” He shook his head, trying to move my hand. “I don’t know what’s happening right now. Give me some time to sort this out. Okay. Please?”

Justin nodded and then lowered his head to plant a soft kiss on my cheek. When he pulled back his smile was full of understanding and hope before walking out of the front door. Why couldn’t I stop myself from envisioning something more with him.

Oh God. What Am I going to do?


“Did you come like that for him?” Guilt broke through the post orgasmic haze as I focused my eyes on his face. The hurt and arousal taking turns flashing in his eyes. I answer his question honestly, never breaking contact.



When Gwendolyn Grace is not daydreaming about fictional characters, she tries to be a fairly decent wife and an attentive mother. During the day she manages the office for a small maritime security company that fights pirates, just not the cool Johnny Depp kind. In her spare time, she is a blogger and book reviewer however writing has been her passion for as long as she can remember. True is her debut novel and hopefully the first of many to come.

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Book Blast and Giveaway: Greene’s Calling, by A.D. Starrling.


Greene’s alling (Seventeen #3)

By A.D. Starrling

Release Date: June 16, 2014

Paperback, 394 pages

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Action / Mystery


An immortal healer.
An ancient legacy reborn.

A chain of cataclysmic events that threatens to change the fate of the world. 
When a plane crashes in the Amazonian swamp where Conrad Greene is attempting to live out the rest of eternity, the jaded immortal who was once one of the Bastian First Council’s greatest assets stumbles across a conspiracy involving the recently elected president of the United States.
Caught in the middle of the intrigue is US Secret Service agent Laura Hartwell, the one immortal on Earth most likely to put a bullet through Greene’s skull.
Greene is coerced into returning to the life he had left behind by the leader of the Bastians and reluctantly agrees to assist the Americans in their investigation. As disturbing incidents start to unfold around the globe, Greene and a team of elite human and immortal agents must track down an elusive organization hell-bent on shifting the power balance of the world.
Can Greene stop the deadly countdown that threatens to alter the course of human history and regain the trust of the woman he loves?
The riveting and fast-paced third installment in the award-winning, supernatural thriller series Seventeen is finally here.

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Conrad Greene ran across the wet, sloping lead roof of the Banqueting House, his breath misting in the cool night air. Moonlight flashed on metal to his right. He caught a glimpse of a blade falling toward his neck and ducked. The sword skimmed past his head with a faint hum. Feet skidding on the slick surface, he spun around, dropped to one knee, and lifted the short, silver-gilded staff in his hands.
A grunt sounded above him as the burly swordsman brought his weapon down once more. The edge of the blade struck the staff hard, raising sparks in the gloom. The man’s lips pulled back in a vicious grin, exposing two uneven rows of stained teeth. The muscles and veins in his neck and arms bulged with superhuman strength as he drove the sword into the staff.
Conrad’s elbows slowly folded toward his chest. Air left his lips in a low hiss as the tip of the man’s blade inched closer to his left eye. He pushed back with the staff with all his might, dark spots dancing across his vision.
A figure dashed past them on the left. Conrad caught a glimpse of soft, brown curls. His heart stuttered inside his chest. He swore, fell back, and rolled out of the way of the falling blade.
He landed close to the balustrade that ran around the top of the building and climbed swiftly to his feet. Ignoring the swordsman charging toward him, he peered through the rainfall at the dark shapes engaged in a fast-paced and deadly battle on the moonlit rooftop. His eyes sought and found the woman who had run by him.
She was almost at the north end of the terrace, where a young man with brown hair and eyes stood confronted by three armed attackers; blood from the wounds on his left shoulder and flank had already soaked through his long-sleeved, ruffle shirt and stained his leather jerkin.
‘William!’ the woman yelled, her voice edged with fear and desperation. She passed the weather vane on the sloping roof and unsheathed the rapier at her waist.
Relief darted across the younger man’s face at the sound of his name. He glanced at the woman over his attackers’ shoulders and raised his own blade to block another strike.
Conrad clenched his teeth. He turned to face his opponent and twisted one of the metal rings on his short staff. The weapon extended and a spear blade sprang out at either end. A loud battle cry preceded the attack of the burly swordsman a heartbeat later.
Conrad blocked his blade, kicked him in the groin, and hooked the staff behind his neck. He yanked the man’s head down at the same time that he drove his knee up into his face. A guttural groan left his adversary’s lips, and he slid to the ground, unconscious.
A flurry of activity to the right captured Conrad’s attention. Another group of men had rushed onto the rooftop terrace of the Banqueting House. He scanned the other fighters around him, anxiety twisting his stomach; he and his companions were now heavily outnumbered.
His eyes suddenly widened. The newcomers had drawn their swords and were heading resolutely for the running woman and the wounded man still fighting at the north end of the building. Knuckles whitening on his staff weapon, Conrad moved to intercept the men.
The woman reached the figures at the edge of the terrace. She stepped in front of the injured young man and swung her thin blade around in a flurry of strikes and blocks at his three attackers. Rage darkened her face and a roar left her lips. The men fell back under her fierce attack.
The wounded man sagged behind her and gripped his bleeding limb. Even from a distance, Conrad read the fear and confusion on his features. The man turned and flinched when he met Conrad’s eyes.
The expression on his face left no doubt in his mind. William Hartwell was the one who had betrayed them. Bile flooded the back of Conrad’s throat. Hartwell looked away. His lips moved, forming words that were lost in the stormy night as he shouted something at the men trying to kill him.
For an infinitesimal moment, the woman faltered, a flicker of incomprehension flashing across her face. She cast a quick look over her shoulder at the one she was trying to protect. Their closest assailant moved and brought down his sword. The blade arced across her left arm, carving a deep cut from her elbow to her wrist.
A cry escaped her lips. She took a step back and warded off another blow inches from her neck. Hartwell moved forward then, anger blazing across his face. He raised his sword and joined in the fray once more.
Conrad got to within twenty feet of them before he crossed paths with the four men he was trying to head off. He raised the double-bladed spear staff and spun it through the air. The gilded wood deflected the silver swirl of swords that danced toward his body while the jagged tips blurred, slicing and stabbing through flesh. One man fell, his fingers rising to the spurting crimson stream pouring from the wound on his neck. Another followed him to the ground seconds later.
A single scream suddenly shattered the night.
The sound was a knife that cut straight through Conrad’s soul. He blocked a blow to his head and looked to his left.
William Hartwell had backed up against the balustrade. Conrad froze and felt time slow down.
The young man tipped over the edge and fell from the terrace, dragging his three attackers with him. The woman leapt forward through the curtain of glittering rain, crystal drops crashing on her skin, her movements heavy and sluggish in that stolen moment of stillness. She leaned over the balcony, fingers clutching desperately at the figures plummeting toward the ground. Her hands closed on empty space.
The bodies struck the street three stories below with a dull thud.
Time unfroze in a cacophony of sounds and sensations. Thunder rumbled across the heavens, underscoring the battle cries around Conrad. Cold wetness drenched his hair and face, bringing the sharp scent of the storm to his nostrils and a tangy taste to his lips. Lightning tore a brilliant, jagged path across his vision and made him blink.
Heat suddenly erupted across his chest when a blade slashed his skin. Blood bloomed on his shirt. Conrad scowled and focused on his two remaining adversaries. By the time he had disposed of them, the woman had disappeared from the rooftop.
He looked at the other fighters around him and felt a rush of relief at the sight that met his eyes; despite the odds, his men were winning.
‘Go!’ yelled someone to his right. The red-haired figure who had spoken danced nimbly out of the way of a blade and stabbed his opponent savagely in the chest. Pale eyes glanced at him for a second. ‘We’ve got this, Greene!’
Conrad bobbed his head jerkily and twisted the ring that retracted the staff’s spear blades. He raced for the door that led inside the building.
By the time he reached the ground floor, the wound on his chest had stopped bleeding. He knew without looking that the skin beneath his torn shirt was once more unblemished.
He found the woman on her knees by the pile of bodies that lay in an awkward tangle of broken limbs at the north base of the Banqueting House. She was leaning over William Hartwell, sobs shuddering through her as she stroked his pale face with shaking fingers; blood from the wound in her arm mingled with his where it seeped from the irregular depression on his temple. Hartwell’s chest rose and fell shallowly with his breaths. He was unconscious.
The woman looked around at Conrad’s footsteps, her hazel eyes wild with anguish.
‘Do something, please!’ she begged.
Conrad sank to the ground next to her, his voice frozen in his throat. He placed his left hand on the young man’s head and closed his eyes.
A burst of energy flared inside his chest and pulsed down toward his elbow. It darted through the birthmark dancing along his forearm and flashed to the ends of his fingers. He inhaled deeply and guided the flow of his power inside the broken body of William Hartwell.
Bone popped beneath his hand. The young man’s flesh slowly began to knit together.
Sweat broke across Conrad’s brow. The battle had drained him of much of his strength; he could feel Hartwell’s torn tissues resisting his ability to heal them. He ground his teeth together and willed his exhausted body to cooperate.
‘What’s happening?’ said the woman. Panic raised the pitch of her voice. She grabbed Conrad’s shoulders and shook him, her fingers biting into his skin. ‘Why isn’t he waking up?’
Conrad sagged as he felt his own life force start to ebb; he was nearing the limits of his ability. He blinked and swayed. Dark blotches clouded his vision. The woman’s frantic words became a roar in his ears.
A moan suddenly broke through the rush of blood inside his head. He looked down and saw Hartwell’s eyes open. Within the dark pupils of the man he had come to know and love as a brother, Conrad Greene read the words he could no longer utter.
William Hartwell wanted to die. He also yearned for something else.
Conrad gasped and slowly pulled his power back inside his own body, his fingers trembling on the cooling skin of the dying man. Hartwell shivered beneath his touch.
‘Why are you stopping?’ yelled the woman. ‘Save him!’
Conrad knew there were only seconds left; he could feel Death’s shadow approaching through the thunderstorm raging across the city. He leaned down and brought his lips to Hartwell’s ear.
‘I forgive you,’ he whispered, his vision blurring with tears. He pulled back slightly and saw Hartwell blink once. The young man’s last breath left his mouth and caressed Conrad’s cheek.
William Hartwell stared unseeingly at the rain falling from the night sky, his face serene and his body relaxing in death.
‘No,’ mumbled the woman. ‘No, this isn’t happening!’ Her voice rose to a scream. ‘Why did you let him die? Why? Goddamn you—!’ Grief overwhelmed her and she wept brokenly.
Conrad’s heart shattered inside his chest as he looked at the woman he loved and saw hate dawn in the depths of her hazel eyes.



AD Starrling was born on the small island nation of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean and came to the UK at the age of twenty to study medicine. After five years of hard graft earning her MD and another five years working all of God’s hours as a Pediatrician, she decided it was time for a change and returned to her first love, writing.
 Her debut novel Soul Meaning (Seventeen Book #1) has won and been nominated for several awards, as has her second novel King’s Crusade. She currently lives in Warwickshire in the West Midlands, where she is busy writing the next installment in the series. She still practices medicine. AD Starrling is her pen name.


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