May I introduce: Elizabeth Belyeu "Secondhand Shadow"

Secondhand Shadow
by Elizabeth Belyeu
1 - What was it like to see your first release in the 'book stores' ?
Well, I haven't been in stores technically, but seeing my book show up on Amazon was definitely a surreal experience. I would search my own name every day just to see it show up! The really insane part was actually holding my book for the first time. I started crying -- completely surprised myself. I mean, it was only my lifelong dream come true, right??

2 - The blurb for "Secondhand Shadow" sounds interesting. How did you come up with the idea?
I've always been fascinated by the mind-linked-animal idea -- the dragons of Pern and things like that. One day I wondered what it would be like if the mind-linked animal was (essentially) human. The rest is history.

3 - Tell us about your latest project.
Right now I'm alternating between a YA fantasy with dragons (and fairies and mermaids and unicorns and a princess!), and the first stages of a sequel to Secondhand Shadow!

It's supposed to be a symbiotic relationship: the Shadow serves and protects the human Lumi, the Lumi feeds and cares for the Shadow. But when Damon’s Lumi died young and severed the bond between them, he declined to go with her like a good little Shadow. Yes, it hurts. Yes, he's cold and hungry all the time. And yes, his own people call him an abomination. But for the first time, Damon's life is his own, and he’s never going back.

Or so he thinks, until he meets Naomi, a pregnant college student… and bonds to her as his new Lumi. Which has never happened to a Shadow before.
Naomi has enough problems on her plate, juggling college and a crappy survival job, preparing for a baby, and getting over her cheating ex-husband. The last thing she needs is a dark, brooding fellow like Damon depending on her physically and emotionally, and hating her for it. But a vigilante among Damon's people has his sights set on Naomi – and they both know Damon is her only chance for survival.



Elizabeth Belyeu is 29 years old and lives in Alabama, where she supports herself, her cat, and her steadily growing TBR pile as a library assistant. She graduated from Troy University in 2008 with a bachelorʹs in English (Creative Writing minor). This is her first novel, but she has been writing since she could hold a pencil, and plans to continue until she is too senile to type. 


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 “So, who do I look like?” I said.

            He jumped, as if he hadn’t expected me to have the power of speech. “What?”

            “Either I look like someone you never wanted to see again, or I smell bad. Since you got in an elevator with me, I’m going with Option A.”

            He continued staring a moment, then opened his mouth to speak.

            And the elevator shuddered to a halt.

            No. I closed my eyes. No, this cannot be. These things don’t really happen. I leaned my head back against the wall with a thunk. Then, to my own dismay, I started to laugh.

            “I’m sorry,” I gasped when I saw Damon’s stare turn from mysterious to confused. “It’s just such a cliché. The pregnant lady trapped in the elevator. If I give birth in an elevator—” Confusion became alarm. “Oh, no, I’m fine,” I said quickly. “Still two months to go, thank goodness. It’s just the idea.”

            I was able to stop laughing after a minute, because it stopped being funny. There was a help button in the wall, which I would be calm enough to push, eventually. But it could be hours before we got out of here. Hours during which I was supposed to be at work. I fumbled my cell phone out of my bookbag. No signal.

            Damon began to pace, which was a nice trick in an elevator that size, especially when he refused to come anywhere close to me. Yeah, well, I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole, either.

            “I can’t be here,” he muttered under his breath, and ran a hand through his hair, which very unexpectedly made my breath catch. So I have a thing for long-haired guys. Why else would I have the Lord of the Rings movies memorized?

            “Hit the help button,” I said. It was on his side.

            He paused, looked at the button a moment, then resumed pacing. “You should do it.”

Bossy much? I considered suggesting an anatomically unlikely new location for the help button, but then I remembered that just because he hadn’t pulled a knife on me yet didn’t mean he wouldn’t. I stepped toward the help button, wondering what he’d do when I crossed the orbit of his pacing.

            What he did was stop dead with a sharp breath, back up against the wall, and close his eyes.

            For the first time, I was truly afraid to turn my back on him. I froze, not breathing, and waited.

            He kept his eyes closed, breath coming faster, hands half-raised as if to ward me off. They were shaking.

            Seconds passed. A minute. Maybe more. My fear began to ebb, just a bit, to make room for pity. He was in pain. I had no idea why or how, or what I could do to help, but surely I ought to try.


            The word was tiny and feather-edged, but it broke something. Suddenly I was pinned between him and the wall, my upraised hands trapped against his chest, too stunned to push him away.

            “I won’t hurt you,” he said, pressing his face into my hair. “I won’t hurt you. I hate you too much to ever hurt you. I’m sorry.”

            I felt a hand against my cheek.

            And I was alone in the elevator.


May I introduce: Susanne Bellamy "Engaging the Enemy"


Engaging the Enemy
by Susanne Bellamy

Reading through Susanne's bio is like reading through a copy of "Lonely Planet" ... dreaming of the next big holiday.

Equally interesting is the blurb of her latest release "Engaging the Enemy". A must on my TBR list!

1- Tell us a little bit how you came up with the idea for "Engaging the Enemy"
Engaging the Enemy
was born on a tram ride along Swanston Street in Melbourne. It was my first tram ride in the city. While my husband and daughter counted coins that were never going to be enough for our fares, I noticed an old red brick building, and idly wondered about its history. Who would have lived and worked there? Why was it now abandoned? What was its fate? Suddenly the premise of a story hit; what would happen if not one, but two people really wanted this old building? The opening scene jumped into my head and off I went!

2 - There's something about an Irish Charmer, right? Why did you choose Matt to be "Irish"?
There’s no particular reason I can think of except that I ‘heard’ his accent right from the beginning. Matt was an Irishman, full of blarney and who was I to disagree! As it turned out, that was a good choice when it came to exploring his social justice attitudes. The Irish have plenty of experience of injustice and this helped me to layer his internal conflict.

3 - Tell us about your current project.
My next release is a free Christmas anthology, written with three other south east Queensland writers and titled A Season to Remember. Christmases in Australia often focus on the beach (it’s the southern summer) so we wrote stories of Christmas past, present and future. I decided to venture into previously unexplored territory and set mine in 2525 AD.  Given that the sea was a common element to all four stories, I had a bit of fun. My ship is a starship in planetary orbit but they do make it to the beach!

4 - Okay ... let's talk travel J. Have you always had the travel bug and what was your favourite destination / adventure so far?
The travel bug bit me early. I was seven when my family sailed to England and back to Australia. After that, I wanted to learn lots of languages and travel everywhere! I’ve been to many countries, mostly with my husband and children. We’ve had so many adventures along the way that it’s nearly impossible to choose just one, although I love anything with boats or mountains! Perhaps one of the more unusual was sailing on an old-fashioned junk in Ha Long Bay. Lying on the upper deck at night and seeing a myriad of stars so big and bright in the sky was pure magic. France, Scotland, Italy, Vietnam—they’re so different and I loved them all. My son and I counted up the countries we’ve visited so far; I think we got to eighteen, with many more still on our respective bucket lists.  

One building, two would-be owners and a family feud that spans several generations: all relationships have their problems.
 Andrea de Villiers can’t lie to save herself. But when developer, Matt Mahoney, buys the building she and a friend have established as a safe house in the Melbourne CBD, she decides that protecting The Shelter is more important than her aching heart. She will confront Mr Mahoney, and she will emerge victorious. There are no other options.
 But Matt has other plans for Andie, and she soon finds herself ensnared in a web of well-meaning lies and benevolent deceit. To protect the building and the families that depend on her, Andie agrees to play the part of Matt’s fiancée, and play it convincingly.
 But lies soon bleed into truth, and what was once a deception starts to feel all too real. Can Andie accomplish her goals and protect The Shelter, without losing her heart to the charming Irish developer?
Susanne’s heroes have to be pretty special to live up to the real life one she married. He saved her life then married her. They live on the edge of bush land on a mountain in beautiful sunny Queensland, Australia with two children and their dog. She writes contemporary romance and historical suspense novels set in exciting and often exotic locations.

nullParis will always be one of her top spots, and she fell in love with Scotland when they visited the west coast (nothing to do with fine single malts!), and recently had her first real trip to Italy--tick off one Bucket List item!  She has enjoyed New Year in Kathmandu and trekked in the Annapurnas, sailed in Ha Long Bay on a junk, and stayed on a floating hotel beside a tethered elephant in Thailand. The Peak in Hong Kong and Mt Faber cable car ride in Singapore are favourite spots. Susanne loves travelling to new places and exploring the culture and history, and meeting new people. These experiences are gradually being incorporated into her stories.
Her as yet unrealised dream is a trip into Earth’s orbit.

Susanne is a member of RWA and enjoys mentoring new authors. She is published with Escape Publishing, and will be a 2015 release author with Entangled Publishing.

White Ginger

One Night in Sorrento

Engaging the Enemy (Escape Publishing)

Coming 28 November 2014 -- A Season to Remember (FREE Christmas anthology)

Coming 2015 – Emerald Quest: Winning the Heiress’s Heart (Entangled Publishing)


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 Andrea de Villiers couldn’t have orchestrated the accident better if she’d planned for a year instead of just one night.

Cocktails and hors d’oeuvres were almost finished as she edged closer to the group of Melbourne’s wealthy charity patrons and supporters and lined up her tray of drinks with Matt Mahoney’s chest.

One second to launch.

She took a deep, steadying breath and stepped forward.

His blonde companion’s arms drew a giant circle in the air, collided with the edge of her tray and Mr. Mahoney, corporate developer and all round jerk, was instantly wearing expensive champagne as an accessory to his Armani dinner jacket.

Round one to Andie.

Served him right for refusing to meet her. He brushed futilely at his shiny lapels and a thrill raced through her.

I did it.

Andie-never-puts-a-foot-wrong-de Villiers had done the unthinkable. If only she could tell him who she was, her triumph would have been complete. 

Tuesday Tales - CURLY

Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

As mentioned last week, my Australian Sports Stars series has been contracted by Limitless Publishing, so I will continue Connor's story.

You might remember Connor and his dad Jack, who's ill with cancer. Connor lives in London and is visiting his father who lives in a small town along the Victorian coast.

Today's prompt is: CURLY

Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.

The door bell rang and Connor had to wait for his father’s response. So many questions about his past, a past he knew nothing about. He stepped back into the house and walked to the front door, making a mental note to ask his mother about Ethan. And why the hell did he like surfing as a kid when he wouldn’t go near the water now.

Still in thought he opened the door and was momentarily taken aback by what he saw. In front of him stood a beautiful woman with the smile that had an effect on him right to his toes and back up his legs, pooling some heat in his groin.

She held her hand out. “Hi. You must be Connor. You don’t look anything like you did twenty years ago.”

He blinked, slowly taking her hand. “I am. And you are?”

“I’m offended,” she said with a laugh. “Emily Bradshaw.” With an exaggerated sigh she added. “The man who gave me my first kiss can’t even remember me.”

Shaking her head, the curly red hair bounce around her face. Her green eyes were gleaming with good humour.

“Sorry Emily. I’m—” He had no idea what he was. Speechless. Frustrated. Memory gone. Probably all of the above. “I’m still jetlagged. Apologies. Come on in.”

Emily walked past him, down the hall, and towards the stairs.

“Look Emily. In regards to the, ehrm, the jetlag, wanna give me a hint what you’re doing here?”
She smiled and laughed again. “I’m your dad’s nurse.”
Nodding, he said, “Right. That makes sense.” He held her gaze and was absolutely mesmerised by her. It appeared he had good taste already as a child. He definitely had to find out about that kiss.
“Right,” he said again. “Jack’s outside on the deck.”
She looked up at him in surprise. The good-humoured face had lost its smile. “Jack?” she asked.
Connor raised an eyebrow. “My Dad?”
She gave a slow nod. “Yes, of course,” she replied slowly. “Anyway, the deck’s perfect. He needs a bit of Vitamin D. It’ll do him good.”

Watching her behind, he followed her outside. The storm was closing in. Emily shaded her eyes with her hand and looked into the distance across the ocean.

“Emily,” Jack said, and Connor would swear he caught a slight smile on his father’s face.

She turned to him. “How are you, Jack?”

The old man took her hand. “I’ve got Connor here.”


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Out 7 October 2014 

Snippet Sunday - My untitled WIP 07/09/2014 ( #SnippetSunday )

It's time for a new story ... as yet untitled.
Meet Jeri.
Jeri lives in Hobart where she owns a gallery. Since her divorce, many years ago, she's finally ready to "be" with a man again. But finding the right one seems to be harder than she thought.

Everything inside Ely churned. He wasn’t sure what to say, or whether to mention to Georgia that he was the date. After all, he was the neighbour, friendly neighbour indeed, but not part of Olivia's circle of friends Georgia was talking about

He simply nodded and said, “Your friend will be right. And I’m sure Libby knows what she’s doing, too."

Georgia smiled, her shoulders sagging slightly. “I suppose you’re right.” Then she looked up at him. “I’m so sorry to bother you all this. I’m sure you’re busy.”
No, he wasn’t, but he wanted to get away as soon as possible. The table had turned, and anger crept up inside of him.
How could Olivia set him up with a forty-year-old woman?


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