An #excerpt of SUMMONED by Susan Leigh Noble

Last month, I shared an excerpt of my short story The Search, which introduced Lina with her STAC Tosh. Now the real adventure begins in Summoned.

Please enjoy the excerpt below and if you want to read the complete story, download the story from AmazonKobo StoreBarnes and Noble or Smashwords where it is available in all e-book formats.

Summoned: Book One of The Elemental 

Lina was born with the power to start fires with a mere thought – a trait which died out long ago. She had no plans to leave her beloved homeland. Then gypsies kidnap her and take her to a foreign land. There a strong urge compels her to travel north.

On her journey, she reluctantly uses her innate Elemental powers as she battles mystical creatures that have not existed for 800 years. When she discovers the shocking truth behind the calling, it will change her life in ways she could never imagine.

Stern Prison Excerpt: 

The cold surrounded her, chilling her bones. She woke slowly, rubbing the sand from her eyes. Only a thin sliver of light from the narrow window barely illuminated the small room. Lina sat up, her boots scraping across the stone floor. Where was she? She glanced around; her fingers reaching out to brush the damp stonewall. She wrinkled her nose at the musty odor. A scratching sound came from the far corner of the small room. She thought of rats and quickly pulled her feet back onto the narrow cot.

As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she saw the door on the other side of the cell. She pushed the thoughts of rats out of her mind and stood up. The room spun. She grasped the wall. Her body felt weird as if it was not fully hers. She vaguely remembered a man knocking her to the ground and the sweet smell of the cloth over her face. She had a faint memory of being thrown on the back of a horse and being forced to drink something with a strange aftertaste.

She leaned against the wall until the room stopped moving and then hesitantly, Lina shuffled toward the door, her arms outstretched until she felt the cold metal door. She pushed and pulled at the handle but the door did not budge.

“Tosh?” she called. Her voice echoed in the stone cell. She pounded on the door. “Val? Anyone?” She pounded on the door again but no sounds came from the other side. “Tosh? Tosh where are you?”

There was no answer. She glanced around the tiny room. It was bare save the cot. She edged away from the dark corner where she had heard the scratching. The lone window was too high for her to reach, and even if she could, it was barely a slit. Her only exit was the door. But even as she turned to consider it, she knew that her Elemental powers couldn’t help her. Maybe if the door had been wood, then she could burn her way out, but not metal. She would incinerate herself before the door would begin to melt. The walls were made of thick stone. There was nothing she could do. Wearily, she climbed back onto the cot. Cold and hungry, she curled into a ball. She wondered where her friends were and if they had survived the battle. She wished Tosh was there to tell her what to do. The thought of Tosh reminded her of her friends. Had they survived the battle? Were they looking for her?

There was no way for her to know how long she sat huddled on the bed, alone and afraid, before she heard movement outside the door. A faint click sounded at the door. She heard the jingle of keys. The door creaked opened. Then she heard something hit the ground. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked back into place.

Lina jumped up, rushing to the door. “Wait! Come back here,” she called. She banged on the door.

No answer.

She turned, her eyes focusing on the object that had been thrown on the floor. It was a burlap sack. She grabbed it; her fingers tore at the rough fabric. Inside she found a hunk of bread and a flask. Her stomach growled. She quickly devoured every crumb of the dry bread. She opened the flask and took a sniff. No odor. She took a sip. Water. She waited for a moment. This time there was no strange after taste. Thankful to have something to wash the dry bread down with, she quickly emptied the flask. Even with the small meal consumed, she still felt empty. She heard the tapping of little claws on the floor and hurried back to the cot. She laid down, curled into a ball. She stared at the floor, wondering what was to become of her. Her body ached. She laid down and closed her eyes. Finally, sleep overcame her.

A faint metallic clicking woke Lina. Light streamed in through the narrow window. She sat up, tilting her head as she tried to locate the sound. It was coming from the door. Her heart pounding, she rushed over. She crouched beside the door, coiled like a spring waiting for it to open. If she could move fast enough, she might be able to escape and return to the others. Her mind flashed pictures of them, stopping the longest on Val. She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to worry about them. She first needed to get out of here. The door slid open without a sound. She waited.

“Lina?” a voice whispered as the door slowly inched open.

The voice was familiar. “Coy?” she said in surprise.

Lina saw fingers caked with dirt grasp the doorframe followed by his face. A streak of dirt was smudged across the boy’s small pointy nose. His short black hair lay plastered to his head. His clothes appeared as if they hadn’t been washed in weeks.

“Coy! What are you doing here?”

“I was in the area,” he said, flashing an impish grin. “We had better move before a guard comes.”

“How did you know I was here?”

Coy didn’t answer. He disappeared into the hall, and she quickly followed. Torches affixed to metal rings on the wall lit the way. There were countless metal doors just like the one to her cell lining the hall. As they moved down the corridor, Lina could hear an occasional moan or movement from behind some of the doors. They reached the stairs and crept down several flights only to end up in a hallway that was a mirror image of the one above.

Coy led her through a maze of halls, finally stopping a few feet from a set of open double doors. He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. He studied it before peering into the room. Lina looked over his shoulder. Inside, two men sat at a small round table playing cards. Their swords leaned against the fireplace. Boxes stacked to the ceiling lined the walls. In the middle of the room was a pile of wooden crates almost forming a divider between the storage side of the room and the area where the guards sat.

Coy ushered Lina away from the doorway. “We need to sneak past those guards,” he whispered. “There ought to be a storage room with a trapdoor on the other side.”

“Didn’t you come in this way?”

“Actually, I came in through the front door,” he looked up at her and smiled, “right past the guards.”

“What!”

“On the supply wagon. I hung onto the bottom. They were so focused on checking the contents of the wagon they didn’t look underneath. I guess they don’t expect someone to break in.”

She pressed her body against the wall, glancing into the room again. They might be able to hide behind the crates as they made their way to the other side of the room. The problem would be getting in unseen. They needed a distraction. The dying fire caught her eye. She smiled as she began to gather her power. Her body tingled as it grew. Concentrating, she released it into the fire. The flames burst to life. The guards leapt to their feet, staring at the roaring blaze. Lina grabbed Coy’s arm and pulled him into the room. They dashed behind the crates. The crackling and popping of the roaring fire muffled their footsteps.

Lina peered between the crates at the guards. The flames were reaching out of the fireplace and up the wall. The guards furiously beat at them with their cloaks. One of the cloaks caught fire. The guard dropped it with a yell. Quickly, Lina and Coy dashed out the door into the dark storage room. She heard Coy moving around and then the click of flint against metal. A soft light illuminated the room as he lit a lantern from the wall. The storage room was crowded; sacks and boxes littered the floor. Tools dangled from the ceiling. The lantern barely lit their way as they began looking for the trapdoor. As they moved, dust swirled in the stale air.

Lina spotted a crack in the floor. She tapped Coy’s arm and pointed. He nodded, setting the lantern down. His fingers traced the crack. A large crate partially concealed the trapdoor. Together, they leaned on the crate. Whatever was in the crate was heavy but with the two of them working together, they finally moved the box.

It slid across the floor, banging into a saw blade hanging from the ceiling. The saw swung into a neighboring bucket, clanging loudly. Coy and Lina froze. They waited, straining to hear if the noise had aroused the guards.

After a few very long minutes, Coy knelt and lifted the trapdoor. It creaked open exposing a cobweb-covered opening. He brushed them away and held the lantern over the hole. It was ten feet to the bottom. Packed dirt covered the floor of the tunnel. Coy gestured at her and she quickly climbed down the ladder. He followed, pulling the trapdoor shut behind him.

Wood beams braced the ceiling through the walls were simply packed dirt. There was only one way to go. Coy held the lantern before him, the low light barely cutting into the dark. They began to follow the tunnel.

“Coy,” Lina began hesitantly. “How did you know I was here? We left you in Nor days ago.”

For a few moments, she thought he wasn’t going to answer. He didn’t look at her as they continued down the tunnel. She tripped on a rock, stumbling to the ground. Coy offered her his hand. She took it, brushing both cobwebs and dirt away as she rose.

“I was,” Coy began but stopped.

Lina looked sharply at him but his eyes were focused on the path before them. A wall of dirt and rock blocked their way.

“Dragon’s fire, I hadn’t considered the tunnel might have caved in.”

“What do we do now?”

Coy shook his head. He pulled a rock from the wall. “I guess we dig our way out. It will take some time.” He glanced at her. “It is too bad you don’t have a power that could move this dirt for us.”

Lina stared at the massive wall of dirt. She had never used her power for something like this. “I might be able to help,” she said softly. She briefly thought of the rage she had felt when Val had been in danger. The ground had trembled at her command. If only she could do something here. Last time it had just happened. If she did something wrong, they could be buried under the dirt she was trying to move. She saw Coy’s questioning look and quickly filled him in on what had happened when Val was in trouble.

“That was your doing?” he exclaimed, his eyes widening. “I felt that all the way over here.”

“What!”

It was not possible. She could not have caused that powerful of a tremor. Coy must be mistaken. She was not strong enough to cause the ground to quake for miles, especially with a power she didn’t know she had.

“Could you try something here?” he asked.

She took a deep breath. “I’ll try.”

She ushered Coy back into the tunnel several yards for protection. Focusing on the dirt, she began pulling in the energy. Once again, her body tingled as she felt the power racing in her system. She picked a rock in the middle of the dirt wall. She touched it, releasing her power into the dirt wall.

Nothing happened. She concentrated harder, imaging the power leaving her hand and going into the rock. She took a deep breath and released more power. The reaction was immediate. The dirt simply burst outward clearing a three-foot hole in the wall and creating a four-foot long tunnel to the outside.

Lina turned to Coy. He stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

“Wow.”

She smiled and scrambled through the hole, eager to reach the sunshine. The light pierced her eyes, forcing her to squint. She turned to look at the stone building on top of the hill. Two towers rose from a pile of rubble. Black stones lay scattered about as if some giant had smashed the structure on a whim. She glanced at the sun. A little after noon, she guessed. Her eyes were drawn back to the building.

“What is that place?” she asked not turning to look at Coy.

“Stern Prison,” he answered. “The owner rents out cells. No questions asked.”

Lina swung around. “Now who would want to pay for me to stay there? I don’t know anyone outside of Zena!”

Coy avoided her look. He was busy pulling branches toward the hole she had created. He glanced at her. “I’m not sure,” he answered softly. “I’ll tell you everything I know, but first we have to get out of here.”

She nodded, confused. She watched as he finished hiding the hole with branches and a few small bushes. Then the boy turned and slipped into the forest. Lina followed him silently.

An #excerpt of THE SEARCH by Susan Leigh Noble

My The Elemental trilogy follows Lina, an Elemental, as she comes into her powers. Her STAC, Tosh, a telepathic cat, is there to guide her. But how did these two meet? That is what we find out in The Search. 

Please enjoy the excerpt below and if you want to read the complete short story of their meeting, download The Search for free from Barnes & Noble, the Kobo StoreiTunes or Smashwords where it is available in all e-book formats.

You can also purchase it for just 99 cents on Amazon.

The Search: Book Description

For over a thousand years, telepathic cats known as STACs have faithfully searched for those with power over the elements looking for the one foretold to save the Land. None have questioned their duty to fulfill this ancient task.

But when Tosh’s latest charge is murdered because of his Elemental powers, Tosh considers abandoning The Search. Will a glimpse of the future destruction be enough to change his mind?

The Search: Excerpt

Tosh spent the rest of the afternoon jumping from branch to branch. The wolves patiently followed him. Then he heard a roaring sound. If he remembered his geography well enough, the Bowen River should be nearby. Two trees later, he saw the edge of the gorge. After a hop to the next tree, he could see the water rushing by. The wolves circled around the base of the tree.

Tosh surveyed the area. The tree he sat in was at the very edge of the gorge. Below him was a steep incline of about fifteen feet to the water. It was too far to the other side to jump. The water was certainly too fast for him to swim even if he could find a way down to the river. Then he spied a fallen log a few hundred feet upstream. It was a perfect bridge for him to cross the gorge, but he would have to time his crossing just perfectly as he would surely have the wolves on his heels.

He continued leaping from branch to branch until he was as near to the fallen log as he could get. He studied it wondering how much weight it would support. It should easily hold his weight but if the wolves followed him, he feared it might break. He glanced down at the waiting wolves. He sat, tapping his tail on the branch, as he thought of a way to distract them. He wondered what would happen if he spoke to the wolves. He had never used the mind connection with anyone other than another STAC or an Elemental. He wasn’t sure it was even possible, but it might at least shock them and give him just a few seconds head start.

He climbed down the branches until he was on one of the lowest ones. The wolves’ ears perked up, and they excitedly circled the tree.

Run! Get out of here!

The wolves jumped and whimpered, looking for the source of the voice. Tosh didn’t hesitate. He dropped to the ground and ran toward the log. He was halfway across it when he heard a noise behind him. He glanced back. The young wolf that had originally chased him was following him. The log rocked slightly. Tosh hurried. He was almost to the other side. The cracking of the log echoed across the gorge. Tosh didn’t have time to jump as the log collapsed into the water below taking him and the wolf with it.

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Check out another exciting excerpt of The Search by clicking here. Or download and read the whole adventure with the links above.

Today’s Featured Author – Tolu A. Akinyemi

Today I welcome author Tolu Akinyemi to my blog. He is currently on a virtual book tour promoting his collections of poetry. Dead Lions Don’t Roar came out in August, 2017. The second poetry collection, Dead Dogs Don’t Bark, just came out in September.

Book Blurb #1

Dead Lions Don’t Roar is a collection of inspiring and motivating modern day verses. Addressing many issues close to home and also many taboo subjects, the poetry is reflecting of today’s struggles and lights the way to a positive future. The uplifting book will appeal to all age groups, anyone going through change, building or enjoying a career and facing day to day struggles. Many of the short verses will resonate with readers, leaving a sense of peace and well-being.

You can purchase Dead Lions Don’t Roar on Amazon & Barnes & Noble.

Book Blurb #2

Dead Dogs Don’t Bark is the second poetry collection from the acclaimed author, Tolu A. Akinyemi. With a similar tone and style to Dead Lions Don’t Roar (Tolu’s first poetry collection) this follow up masterpiece is nothing short of pure motivation. The poems cover a range of topics that many in life are aware of, that the Author himself has experienced and that we all, whatever our age, need support in. Beautifully written, the poems speak volumes to all age groups as they feature finding your inner talent, celebrating your individuality and distinct voice. The poetry collection has didactic elements for evaporating the effects of peer pressure and criminality amongst many others. Also covering mental health, relationships, career focus, and general life issues, the poetry is bitter sweet, amusing and thought provoking in turns.

You can purchase Dead Dogs Don’t Bark Amazon on & Barnes & Noble.

About the Author

Tolu Akinyemi was born in Ado-Ekiti, Nigeria and currently lives in the United Kingdom. Tolu Akinyemi is an exceptional talent, out-of-the box creative thinker, a change management agent and a leader par excellence. Tolu is a business analyst and financial crime consultant as well as a Certified Anti-Money Laundering Specialist (CAMS) with extensive experience working with leading Investment banks and Consultancy Firms. Tolu is also a personal development and career coach and a prolific writer with more than 10 years’ writing experience; he is a mentor to hundreds of young people. He worked as an Associate mentor in St Mary’s School, Cheshunt and as an Inclusion Mentor in Barnwell School, Stevenage in the United Kingdom, helping students raise their aspirations, standards of performance and helping them cope with transitions from one educational stage to another.

Tolu has headlined and featured in various Open Slam, Poetry Slam, Spoken Word and Open Mic events in the United Kingdom. He also inspires large audiences through spoken word performances, he has appeared as a keynote speaker in major forums and events in the United Kingdom and facilitates creative writing masterclasses to all types of audiences.

In March 2018 he was endorsed by the Arts Council England as an ‘Exceptional Talent’.

You can connect with Tolu on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. You can learn more about him on his website.

BLOOD BOND is #FREE – Check out an #excerpt of this #fantasy #novel

Today is Friday, and while I sometime host a guest author, I didn’t have one lined up for today. (Any authors who want to be featured, check out this post.) Since my book is FREE until tomorrow (October 13), I thought I would share an excerpt. You can pick up your copy of Blood Bond on Amazon.

Excerpt

As Soren walked, he noticed a brown dragon sitting apart from the others. The last time he had seen Barth was when the dragon had thrown him off his back before Blinking. Remembering that horrible feeling of falling, he clinched his fist and stalked over to the brown dragon. Barth regarded him coolly as he approached.

“You! What the…why did you do that?”

“You were making a mistake,” Barth said, calmly.

Soren paced in front of him, waving his hands as he spoke. “You couldn’t have told me that and then landed? Instead, you threw me off your back while we were in the air! I could have been killed!”

“And yet, here you are.”

Soren took a deep breath and another. “What if Dex didn’t save me?”

“Then neither of you would have had to worry about the Blood Bond,” Barth said with amusement in his voice. His eyes focused on Soren and when he continued, he tone was serious. “You and Reddex share a Bond that is stronger than any I have seen. I knew he would save you, just as I knew you were acting out of anger. It would have been a mistake for you to leave. Do you regret choosing to stay with him?”

“No.” Soren sighed. “I don’t regret it.”

“Well, there you are. Perhaps you should be thanking me instead of being angry.”

Soren threw his hands up in the air and stalked away. Now he was more annoyed than he had been after dealing with the General. He didn’t want to return to Camden. He needed to work out his frustrations. He spied a rake leaning against a nearby building. Grabbing it, he returned to the place where Dex had originally landed. Though the dragon never complained about sleeping on the rough ground, Soren began clearing the area of rocks. Dex would probably point out he had been sleeping on them for the past week without a problem, but he needed something to do and removing the rocks and sticks, so they didn’t jab the dragon as he slept seemed the perfect distraction. As he worked, he considered erecting a tent nearby but dismissed the idea. He knew he too would probably be sleeping on the ground. He had become accustomed to sleeping against Dex. He found he slept better that way.

As he continued to clear the area, sweat dripped down his face. The manual labor felt good. What felt even better was to be out of the city. There was no chance he would be bombarded with questions out here or that anyone would doubt his observations. His thoughts went back to his report on the advancing army. He knew what he had seen. The cloaked figure was a woman.

“What are you doing here?”

Soren froze at the sound of a voice he hadn’t heard in years. His hands gripped the rake handle until his knuckles were white. He turned slowly. The man stood with a saddle thrown over one shoulder. His hair and beard were streaked with grey. A brown leather apron covered his clothes. The look of disgust on the man’s face was one he had seen thousands of times.

“Hello, father.”

His father dropped the saddle to the ground and took a step toward him. “I might expect to see Jerrick here but not you.”

His father could always tell them apart. He didn’t move as his father approached. He saw his father’s eyes travel down his face to the mark on his neck.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

Soren didn’t see the fist coming. It slammed into his jaw. Pain exploded across his face. He fell to the ground. He lay on his back, slowly bringing his hand to his mouth. He wiped away the blood. Anger coursed through him, and distantly he heard Dex calling to him.

“You don’t speak to me like that.” His father placed his foot on Soren’s shoulder, pressing down until he had him pinned to the ground. He leaned over him, applying a little pressure. “The mark?”

Soren grunted as his father increased the pressure. “It’s so they can tell Jerrick and I apart.”

“They?”

“The King, his men.”

“Ah. I see.” His father glanced up, his eyes widening.

Soren heard the wings. The ground shook as Dex landed. His father took a step back, releasing the pressure on Soren’s shoulder. He backed away as the red dragon advanced. Soren climbed to his feet, placing his hand on Dex’s flank. His father’s eyes flickered to him.

“You don’t belong here,” his father said. “Nothing good will come of this. And soon you will be the cause of another death, and they’ll know it.”

Book Blurb

Man severed the alliance with the dragons fifty years ago. But now an invading army marches north destroying everything in its path. The dragons believe only together can the invaders be defeated. They need an emissary.

Womanizer. Drunk. Failure. Soren is many things. A leader isn’t one of them. But, Dex, the dragon who saves him from a cliff, believes different. Thrust into an adventure he never wanted, Soren’s life changes forever when during a battle Dex’s dragon blood mixes with his blood creating a mystical blood bond – forever linking them.

As the bond strengthens, Soren must decide whether to return to his old life or accept the bond and embrace his role in the battle against the invading army.

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You can read the first chapter here or another exciting excerpt here. Or stop reading snippets and get the whole book here on Amazon – for FREE through 10/13.

 

#Free eBook Alert – BLOOD BOND is free 10/9 to 10/13

From Tuesday, October 9 thru Saturday, October 13, you can download my fantasy novel, Blood Bond, for FREE!

Available only at Amazon.

Don’t have a Kindle? No problem. Download the Kindle App for free here.

Blood Bond: Book Description

Man severed the alliance with the dragons fifty years ago. But now an invading army marches north destroying everything in its path. The dragons believe only together can the invaders be defeated. They need an emissary.

Womanizer. Drunk. Failure. Soren is many things. A leader isn’t one of them. But, Dex, the dragon that saves him from a cliff, believes different. Thrust into an adventure he never wanted, Soren’s life changes forever when during a battle Dex’s blood mixes with his blood creating a mystical blood bond – forever linking them.

As the bond strengthens, Soren must decide whether to return to his old life or accept the bond and embrace his role in the battle against the invading army.

 

Download Blood Bond for FREE here.

Today’s Featured Author – Edward King

Today, I welcome Edward King to my blog. He is on a blog tour promoting his book, The Works of Christ: My Proof of God’s Existence.

Excerpt

Sometimes we lose vision, and we’re blinded by our desires,

but the Lord always cares about us, and he always inspires

a servant of his to show each of us some clues

that he will always love us, and his guidance, we’ll never lose.

From our birth to our death, he will always be there

to cleanse us of our sins and enable us to care

and love every one of our brothers and sisters in his name,

for he loves us so much, he totally cleansed everyone’s shame.

About the Book

In August 2010, Edward King was in a traumatic car accident that nearly ended his young life. From this accident, he had an incredible out-of-body experience. This is his story along with a collection of simple poetry designed to help one come closer to Christ.

About the Author

Edward King is a positive-writing author, who tells us about how to look at things in a positive perspective. With his inspirational writings, he has come a long way from being at on verge of death to being able to inspire many people with both his life and his writings. With his quick healing from the death-defying car accident, Edward King goes through everyday looking to God for all of his answers and finds so much inspiration. He writes to show everyone the God he knows.

You can purchase The Works of Christ here.

Today’s Featured Author – Sheryl Grace

Author Sheryl Grace is on a virtual book tour to promote her book, King, Duke & Prince, that came out July 1.  Actually, we are in luck. Her actual tour is on Tuesday, but we get to check out her book a few days early!

Excerpt from Chapter 6

“Hi, I just came over to introduce myself. My name is King,” he said as he held out his tone and muscular arm in her direction to shake her hand.

Still under his allure, she did manage to reach out her hand to shake his and stated “Nice to meet you, I’m Lauren. Thank you again for the drink,” she said politely while looking intensely at his eyes.

“You are welcomed, Beautiful,” he said with a deep voice that resounded in her soul and made her tingle inside although she tried all she could not to show it.

He followed up with the sexiest smile she had ever seen. This is one tall glass of chocolate milk better yet Kahlua, she thought.

Book Blurb

Ten years ago, James Miller walked out of prison vowing to leave the past behind. That past included his sons and their mothers and though he told himself that he would return, he never did. Now, he has a new name, a new family, a new career and a best-selling memoir. Meanwhile, the sons he left behind navigated their way to manhood while dealing with the questionable choices of their mothers.

King relies on his looks, charm, and sexual prowess as he methodically plans to find the next successful woman to support his lifestyle. Simply because he works only when he feels like it. When he finds the one, it is not business as usual. But will he reexamine his trifling ways when it nearly causes him to lose those he loves the most?

Darius has a penchant for pursuing the wrong women. However, his mind for business manages to keep him afloat despite his challenges to keep his emotions intact. Working for a stepfather he despises only builds resentment between he and his mother. What happens when the worlds of the two men collide unexpectedly, causing all to question their love and loyalty to one another?

Prince is awkward and highly intelligent. His hard-working mother is thrilled beyond measure upon receiving the news that her son has been given the opportunity of a lifetime. But Prince’s world is shattered by someone he and his mother trusted dearly. The secret is killing him. What will happen when the secret is exposed?

The sons do not know they are brothers but when find out, they are determined to make James pay the price for leaving them behind.

Three Brothers, Three Mothers, One Father and whole lot of drama!

“Charge it to the game cause everybody’s trying to score”

About the Author 

Sheryl Grace is a Licensed Professional Counselor and Louisiana native currently residing in North Texas. Her debut novel “He Calls Her Blue” has received positive reviews. Sheryl is also the co-host of the award-winning internet radio show, The Authors Lounge.

You can connect with Sheryl on her website or Facebook.

You can purchase an autographed copy of King, Duke, & Prince here.