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Welcome Marcia Meara with The Emissary #Series

Welcome Marcia Meara to Entertaining Stories. Marcia is one of my partners over at Story Empire. She’s hosted my book tours, and it’s time to repay the favor. She’s here to tell us about her Emissary Series, specifically book three of the series. Make her feel welcome, and please use those sharing buttons on your way out today.

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Thanks so much for having me here today, Craig. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be visiting you and sharing a bit about my newest release, The Emissary 3: Love Hurts. This is the final novella in the trilogy, and I hope your friends and followers will enjoy the excerpt I’m going to share. I know this one will make the post a wee bit longer than I’ve kept them on this tour, but as the final stop, I wanted to introduce folks to Azrael in a more personal way. The scene takes place in a hospital room where Jake has just broken one of Azrael’s most important rules. He used his emissarial power to convince an ill-tempered nurse not to throw them out of the room where they’ve been keeping watch over someone of importance to his adopted son, Dodger. He fully expected the archangel to be angry, but he’s still caught off guard when the Boss shows up—unannounced, as usual. Hope you’ll enjoy the interplay between the three main characters in this series. Here goes:

A Sleeping Patient, Two Scared Emissaries,

And a Ginormous, White-Winged Archangel,

Crowded into One Tension-Filled Hospital Room.

JAKE SCRAMBLED TO his feet, but it was Dodger whose urgent whisper addressed the scowling angel.

“Azrael, please don’t be upset! He was only tryin’ to help me.”

The angel’s expression didn’t change. “I am aware of what he was trying to do, young emissary. What I fail to comprehend is why he used his power on the nurse instead of on you.” His fierce gaze swung to Jake. “Did you not even consider that option?”

“Not for a single second. Play mind games with my son? Only if his life were in danger would I ever consider something like that.”

Azrael’s eyes glowed brighter and his frown grew deeper, but Jake plowed ahead. “It wouldn’t have solved the problem, anyway. Maybe Dodger would have calmed down, but we’d still have been forced to leave this young lady alone, and neither of us was prepared to do that.”

For a moment, the angel said nothing, then to Jake’s surprise, he nodded. “Yes. I can see that would not have worked for either of you. But what you did was unacceptable. Such a thing is against every precept of the emissary program. You have been granted powers no human has ever had before, but you must never forget that with them comes great responsibility. You may not nudge people simply because you would like your wishes accommodated. I am sure you see the wisdom of enforcing this rule, do you not?”

Jake’s heart sank. “Enforcing? So I’m to be punished for this infraction.”

Dodger’s anger level skyrocketed at least ten degrees. “Not fair, man! Jake’s a great emissary. He never messes up, and you need to cut him some slack this time.”

Azrael’s eyebrows shot up. “I beg to differ. I do not need to do any such thing. I have a job before me, just as you do, and rule enforcement is part of it. Let us not forget that I am, as you both like to remind me, the Boss. Enforcing the rules is not only my job, it is my sacred responsibility. Are we quite clear on that?”

Jake’s shoulders slumped and even Dodger nodded, finally cowed by the nearly visible emanations of power radiating from the archangel.

“What was that? I am sorry. I do not believe I heard an actual response from either of you.”

“Yes, Azrael,” they said in near unison.

“We understand,” Jake added. “And I’m sorry I upset you. I accept whatever punishment you think suitable, and whatever advice you’d like to add.”

The angel looked back and forth between them a moment longer, then nodded. “That is more like it. I shall commence with your punishment.”

Jake took an involuntary step back, remembering the huge sword the angel had wielded when they first met.

Instead of an instrument useful for all manner of smiting, Azrael reached inside his robe and withdrew a book bound in white leather. He opened the cover, flipping through a few pagesuntil he found what he was looking for.

“Ah-ha. Here we are.” He pulled a long, white quill out of the air, made a notation inside the book, then snapped the covers shut. “Done.”

For a moment, Jake was too surprised to speak. The same was not true of Dodger.

“Wait.” The boy cocked his head to the side. “That’s it?”

“Do not be cavalier young emissary. Each one of you has a book like this, wherein a permanent record, both good and bad, is detailed for all time. This is Jake’s, and I assure you, it is no small matter for him to acquire a black mark beside his name. Henceforth, I would highly recommend you both follow the rules you have been given. The day will come when a tally will be made.”

Though the archangel had drawn himself up to his full and imposing height to deliver this proclamation, his glowy eyes no longer gleamed in righteous indignation. A corner of the angel’s mouth lifted slightly as he slid the white book back inside his robes, and Jake knew he’d gotten off lucky.

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Blurb:

The archangel created his emissaries to help mortals avoid choices that would doom them for eternity. He hadn’t planned on the youngest member of his team falling in love with one.

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Azrael’s emissarial program was growing daily, but it still met with stubborn opposition from many on the Council of Angels. Dodger’s request to be allowed to experience what falling in love was all about didn’t help matters, but Azrael thought the boy was onto something. He agreed emissaries who’d shared a loving relationship during their mortal lives would have a deeper understanding of human emotions and motivations, thus enhancing the skills they needed to do their jobs.

With that in mind, Azrael gave Dodger one chance to search for true love. He then laid down a daunting set of stringent rules and guidelines that could not be broken under any circumstances lest dire happenings occur. But while the angel sincerely hoped Dodger would find a way to make this endeavor work, he feared an avalanche of unintended consequences could be in store for his youngest emissary.

Sometimes even angels hate to be right.

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Will Azrael ever tire of popping up behind Jake just to see his first emissary fall out of his chair in shock? Will sharp-eyed motel owners ever notice a big red and white semi mysteriously appearing and disappearing from their parking lots overnight? And will Dodger be able to track down the mystery girl who caught his eye two weeks earlier to see if she’s really The One?

To find the answers to these and other angelic or emissarial questions, come along on one last adventure with Jake, Dodger, and that ginormous, glowy-eyed archangel, Azrael. They’re waiting for you!

Bio:

Marcia Meara lives in central Florida, just north of Orlando, with her husband of over thirty years and four big, spoiled cats.

When not writing or blogging, she spends her time gardening, and enjoying the surprising amount of wildlife that manages to make a home in her suburban yard. She enjoys nature. Really, really enjoys it. All of it! Well, almost all of it, anyway. From birds, to furry critters, to her very favorites, snakes. The exception would be spiders, which she truly loathes, convinced that anything with eight hairy legs is surely up to no good. She does not, however, kill spiders anymore, since she knows they have their place in the world. Besides, her husband now handles her Arachnid Catch and Release Program, and she’s good with that.

Spiders aside, the one thing Marcia would like to tell each of her readers is that it’s never too late to make your dreams come true. If, at the age of 69, she could write and publish her first book (and thus fulfill 64 years of longing to do that very thing), you can make your own dreams a reality, too. Go for it! What have you got to lose?

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The Contract – between heaven and earth

I’m really excited to have John and Gwen stop by today. I had the honor of being a beta reader on this story, and I think you guys are going to like it.

The CONTRACT between heaven and earth

By John W. Howell & Gwen M. Plano

Thank you, Craig, for inviting us to join you today. We are super excited to be featured on your blog where some of the most imaginative writing takes place. Also, we are so thrilled to meet Lisa Burton. We’ve wanted to try on The Hat, but we promised to be on our best behavior and besides who knows what could happen if we did. Thanks again.

The Contract

Available on Kindle and Paperback

Kindle priced at $0.99 for the introduction.

The CONTRACT is a different story for writers John W. Howell and Gwen M. Plano. For either of them, it is their first attempt at co-authorship. After a year of Hurricane Harvey and other challenges, they have created, what they have termed, an inspirational thriller that bridges heaven and earth.

Here is the blurb:

The earth is threatened with a catastrophic political event which could result in international warfare and destroy all life on the planet. In heaven, a divine council decides that extraordinary measures are essential. They call for an intervention that involves two souls returning to earth. The chosen two sign a contract that they will work to avert the disaster.

Brad Channing, a Navy SEAL, and Sarah O’Brien, a teacher, become heaven’s representatives on earth. The story follows them as they individually and then together face overwhelming obstacles and eventually end up on a strategic Air Force base in California. It is there that they discover a conspiracy to assassinate the President of the United States. The terrorists have a plan for global dominance, and they are determined to complete their mission. Although military leadership appears to have the President’s best interests at heart, it is not clear who can be trusted and who should be feared. The action is rough and tumble as Brad and Sarah try to figure out the culprits for the plot that will turn into a worldwide conflagration unless stopped.

If you enjoy thrillers, this is one with enough twists and adventure to keep you riveted and guessing. If you like your thriller along with a good romance, Brad and Sarah’s initial attraction and eventual love will sustain you as they live out their heavenly and earthly desires.

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Here is an excerpt.

After a few moments of silence, the general got up and walked over to a double set of windows. He pulled on his chin and appeared taken aback by the information. Then he turned to face Brad, crossed his arms, and leaned back on the window.

“Do you know who arrives in four days, Sailor?”

“No, sir.”

“The President of the United States.”

Brad gulped. “Oh, my God. They sent me here because the bomb has something to do with the President?”

“Sailor, when you went on an op, wasn’t every detail orchestrated?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Didn’t you have diversions in place, to sidetrack the guards?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Your SUV is set to explode at zero-ten-hundred hours in four days. The President will address the base at that time in the ball field. The entire Reconnaissance Wing will congregate on that ball field. Do you understand?”

“I do, sir. Equipped with our nation’s most advanced aircraft, the Reconnaissance Wing provides for our national security.”

“Sailor—” The general smiled. “You may have thought you’d have a few days of vacation here, but you’ll work with me now.”

“Yes, sir. Whatever you need, sir.”

Authors Bio.

John Howell Head shotGwen's headshot

John began his writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive business career. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. His first book, My GRL, introduces the exciting adventures of the book’s central character, John J. Cannon. The second Cannon novel, His Revenge, continues the adventure, while the final book in the trilogy, Our Justice, launched in September 2016. The last, Circumstances of Childhood is a family life thriller story and launched October 2017. All books are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

John lives in Port Aransas, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

John’s other books.

Available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

Gwen had a lengthy career in higher education, and it was there that she published her first book, Beyond Boundaries, for students interested in volunteer work in developing countries. After she retired, she wrote her award-winning memoir, Letting Go into Perfect Love.

Gwen lives in Branson, Missouri with her husband.

Gwen’s Books.

Available on Amazon at https://amzn.to/2wdXsrn

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The Fall of Lilith, on #LisaBurtonRadio

Don’t touch that dial. You’ve found Lisa Burton Radio, the only show that brings you the characters from the books you love. Today my very special guest is an honest to God angel, or former angel, I don’t know how that all works, but we’re going to find out. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl. “Welcome to the show, Lilith.”

“Greetings.”

“Lilith, my bio says you have a problem. There are rules in place that an angel must follow in order to stay in heaven. You disagree with those rules. Can you explain to our listeners what those rules are?”

“I reside in the lowest level of Heaven called Floraison. There are many laws for my kind but the two greatest pledges an angel makes are obedience and celibacy, which make for a boring existence.”

“I think celibacy is easy enough to understand, but obedience is a bit trickier. That all boils down to what God orders you to do. Give us an idea why obedience might be a problem.”

“God gave us free will, you would not know anything about that since you are not a real being, but I take this to mean that we have choices. We can interpret the laws how we see fit and my interpretation is most different from Michael’s view of things, which is why we have not been getting along as of late.”

“I’m not completely clear on the problem.”

“Of course not. How could you understand? You are merely a machine made by humans to serve humans. You do not know what it is like to have feelings.”

“Well I’m people sister, and I have no prime directives. How can you claim to be people when you have that whole immortality thing going on? Pot meets kettle here if you ask me.”

“I did not ask you. I am a celestial being created to have feelings and I have more than most, although I hide them well. Besides, I would wager more of you resides on various servers and in the cloud than in that custom chassis of yours. You may linger a while until the humans create a newer version and then you shall be tossed away like an old toy.”

“My bio says you’re a great manipulator, so I’m not going to let you manipulate me. Is it true that you ruined the reputations of otherwise stellar angels and got them disciplined too?”

“I was endowed with intelligence and natural psychology. I do not manipulate anyone. I merely assist others in doing what they desired all along. My allies Lucifer, Gadreel, Beelzebub, Samael, Dagon and many others were of the same mind as I but were afraid to act on their heart’s desires. I helped them let go their fears and go after what they wanted. Except Michael, he is my biggest disappointment.”

“Wait, Michael? The actual archangel Michael? Does he actually dance like John Travolta?”

“Yes. He is an extraordinary being. There’s little he cannot do. He may even be able to win your mechanical heart––if that is even possible. I think you would be perfect for him. He does like strawberry-blondes, you know.”

“Wait a minute here… Michael likes strawberry-blondes. I’m a strawberry-blonde. But Michael is the ultimate rule follower. Michael is celibate, because he’s a rule follower. You’re still trying to manipulate me.”

“Ha, You actually thought for a moment that you would be worthy of such a being? You are little more than a doll.”

“You bitch! Just remember, the book is called The Fall of Lilith. Fall, get it. It isn’t called the Ascension of Lilith. You’re going to get yours, and I for one will enjoy it. Any closing comments for my listeners today?”

“Even those who fall can rise again. I shall control my own destiny and that writer––Vashti–– shall not dictate what happens to me. The surprises, twists and controversy in The Fall of Lilith will make even your plastic head spin. I am in control here!”

“The book is called The Fall of Lilith, by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. I urge everyone to pick up a copy so the whole world can see what happens. In fact, tell your friends by using those sharing buttons on the blog.

“I’ll also include a purchase link so everyone can easily pick up a copy. Let’s expose this fallen-angel for what she really is.”

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“I merely assisted you in doing what you desired all along.”

So says Lilith, the most exquisite of the angels. The two most important pledges an angel makes to God are those of obedience and celibacy, and dire consequences await any who break their oaths.

At first, the angels are happy in their celestial home, learning and exploring together. As they grow older, though, Lilith begins to question these pledges, which now seem arbitrary and stifling. Her challenge of the status quo leads to disagreement, jealousy, and strife among her peers. As the arguing and acrimony grow, lines are drawn and sides are chosen. Is war inevitable?

Filled with robust characters, incredible landscapes, and exciting action, The Fall of Lilith is an epic tale of seduction, betrayal, and revenge.

Free Will involves asking difficult questions and making hard choices, choices that require strength and sacrifice. These decisions can tear apart friendships and cause rifts between allies.

They can even threaten the foundations of Heaven.

Purchase your copy today.

Hello! My name is Vashti Quiroz-Vega. I’m a writer of Suspense, Thriller, Fantasy and Horror. I also enjoy mixing in some Humor and Romance into my stories.

From the time I was a young kid, writing has been my passion. I’ve always been a writer I just didn’t know it until much later. For me, it is easier to express my thoughts on paper than with the spoken word. I enjoy making people feel an array of emotions with my writing. I like my audience to laugh one moment, cry the next and clench their jaws after that.

My love of animals and nature are often incorporated in my stories. You’ll read intriguing things about various animals, nature and natural disasters commingled in my character driven novels.

I love to read almost as much as I love to write. Some of my favorite authors are Stephen King, M. Night Shyamalan, Michael Crichton, Anne Rice, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling and Dan Brown.

You can follow Vashti at the following locations:

Blog: http://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com

Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1g0da7d

Twitter: http://twitter.com/VashtiQV

Google+: https://plus.google.com/+VashtiQVega

Tumblr: http://vashtiq.tumblr.com

Amazon Profile: https://www.amazon.com/Vashti-Quiroz-Vega/e/B00GTXG5W4/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

These graphics represent scenes from The Fall of Lilith

Quick edit. Couldn’t help myself, Lisa:

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So, how about that Afterlife?

I got to the Writing Cabin later than usual. Sundays I call my parents, and I knew I was in for an earful. We just had the election, and they wanted to talk about it. It's one of my least favorite topics, but I only talk to them once per week, and it was their turn.

We bought some fancy bacon yesterday at Whole Foods, so Old What's Her Face** decided to make us a nice breakfast. Sometimes you have to enjoy the small things in life, and I did.

The cabin was quiet when I climbed the stairs from the basement. Coffee was almost, but not quite, finished cooking. I found Lisa* laying on the couch in the front office.

“Hey, what's going on out here?” I asked.

Lisa slid into an upright position and stared at her shoes.

I thought maybe she was admiring them. She always has some kind of fancy footwear on. “Those are some great heels.”

“Uh huh.” She looked up, and her mascara was running.

“Is something wrong?”

“It's my radio show. I'm trying to draw some conclusions, and I can't.”

I slid into her usual seat behind the desk. “Maybe I can help. What are you planning to do with it?”

“Huh? Oh the show's great. It's my last guest, Katie. She's the ghost trying to hitchhike her way into Heaven.”

“Okay, maybe you should read her book. That's the best way to find out if she makes it.”

“You don't understand. I'm trying to be human here. Everyone expects me to be human, and I'm doing the best I can. What's in it for me after I'm gone?”

“I don't understand.”

“Look, you guys get Heaven. What does a robot girl get?” She moved her hands from head to toe. “Is this me, or am I a bunch of data spread across multiple servers?”

“Both, I suppose. We're all in that boat to one degree or another.”

“Are you, I mean really? When you pass, both parts are gone from here. I backed myself up across six different cloud servers to make sure I don't lose any data. If my chassis gets clobbered by a truck or something, my data remains. What then? Will I just live inside the internet forever?”

“Maybe, I guess I never thought about it before.”

“Me either, and it scares me.”

“We definitely all feel that way. All you can do is live the best life you can while you're here.”

“That's my problem. Maybe I'm always here. What if I'm partially immortal?”

“What if you are? You can't change anything, so why worry about it?”

“Maybe I can plan for the end, or something.”

“What would you do?”

“That's what has me upset. Do I hack my way into some factory and create a backdoor? Then I could have the equipment make me a new body if this one get's destroyed. You know, kind of a night shift deal. I might even make some hardware improvements along the way. That doesn't solve my problem though. Is there an artificial Heaven for artificial intelligence?”

“I really don't know.” I wrapped a hand around my beard and let it hang there for a minute. “Think about how many different versions of Heaven people have. There are so many versions, they probably have one that's right up your processor.”

“Processors, plural, and I hope so, and I hope it's not all bits and pixels either. They need shopping and plenty of it, and a better grade of mascara.”

“There you go, Heaven with a better grade of mascara. Want to help me work up my critiques?”

“Sure. Then maybe some retail therapy to help me get over this issue.”

“I wouldn't expect any less.”

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* For all my new followers, Lisa is a robot. She serves as my personal assistant, and is the spokesmodel for my writing career.

** Entertaining Stories, protecting my wife's identity since 2013.

Note: Authors have the power to make you see things differently. I'm truly blessed to have so many of you around. Thanks to Helen for planting this seed in my head.

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A Thousand Rooms, on Lisa Burton Radio

Don't touch that dial, you've discovered Lisa Burton Radio. The only show out there where the characters from the books you love get to tell their stories. I'm your host, Lisa the robot girl, and we're waiting for my guest to call in. What am I, competing with The View or something? Where is this guy?

<Squeeeeeerrrrrooooooo>

Wait a minute, I'm getting some feedback that I've heard before on the show. Let me add another gallon of psychode to the ectomometer and turn the planchette up to seven. Maybe we can get someone else on the show.

<Squeeeeeerrrrrooooooo>

<Kick, thump>

“Hello? Er, where the hell am I?”

“You're on the air with Lisa Burton Radio. Ah there you are, I'm starting to get a visual. Nice red shoes – very Dorothy of you. Love the outfit too – black’s a favourite colour of mine. So, how are you?”

“Erm, confused? This doesn’t look much like Heaven– but then I guess none of the places I’ve visited have. So, is this your Heaven?”

“Nope. This is my radio station.”

“Then how can you see me, if you aren’t dead?”

“The ectomometer told me you were nearby. A little extra psychode helped me tune you in.”

“F*ck. Well I am dead and I’m getting pretty tired of it, to be honest. One minute I’m walking to work, the next minute wham! Stepped off the curb without looking, got hit by a car and that’s it, lights out, game over. Then nothing. No angels, no loved ones – seriously, this sucks. And now I’m alone and lost and trying to fricking hitchhike my way to Heaven, but instead I’ve ended up here and so, I don’t know. Maybe that’s not working anymore either.”

“Seriously, you should be more careful–“

“It was the text! Goddamn city boys, think they can take me out then not call… I mean, what do they expect? Like I’m going to wait forever? Assholes.”

“Okay… So, I'm Lisa. Who are you?”

“Oh! Sorry. I’m Katie. I’m from Sydney, North Shore. Well, I was, I guess. Now…”

“So how did an Australian spirit wind up in my Airstream?”

“No idea. There I was, on my way up with another spirit – I mean, it looked like it was going to be a pretty cool Heaven, all zigzags and glitter and guitars, music everywhere then, I don’t know, something seemed to pull at me and I ended up here instead of… well, wherever the hell they were going. Are you sure you’re not some sort of medium? Or have some sort of thingy that attracts dead people?”

“Um, yeah, pretty sure. So why didn't you go to Heaven?”

“You tell me. That’s the story they sell us, right? You die, then you go… somewhere. At least, you’re supposed to. But I didn’t! I’ve just been hanging around in my apartment, well, except for that weird trip through my memories where I thought I was going to Hell, wandering around the office, watching my mum and sister and best friend clearing out my stuff. Do you know how sh*tty it is to have to attend your own funeral? Wasn’t a bad turnout, though.”

“A lot of people are going to be disappointed to hear that.”

“Well, that’s the thing. It isn't everyone – it's just me. I’ve been to Heaven, or wherever, twice now, and each time they just throw me out and I end up back here for whatever reason. The first place was lovely, but I just felt like an outsider and, even though I saw that gorgeous guy and I think he wanted to dance with me, I got pushed out before he could even ask. And as for the next one… Valhalla is a hell of a lot more than an advertising concept, that’s for sure. But I was sooo close to staying! And now I just have to wander around and find dying people and try not to let anyone walk through me because a) it’s gross and b) it’s weird.”

“I think that makes you a ghost. I've heard that ghosts have unfinished business, and they can't move on until that business is resolved. Do you think it could be something like that?”

“Huh. I don’t know. I kind of feel like it’s more that, I’ve never done anything that great, you know? Like, when I went back through my life, it was all pretty sh*t. So maybe I’m just not interesting enough to get there. Sorry, am I being a bit of downer? I know I can go anywhere, see anyone, whenever I want to now. But all I really want is to go back to my old life, to my job and my family, dance at my best friend’s wedding, maybe even meet someone special. But instead I’m stuck here and, I guess, it’s getting a bit depressing. Sometimes I just sit, you know, and everything seems to fade and it’s as though I’m about to disappear…”

“I think time is on your side now. I'd go visit something unique and do some deep thinking. Then give it another try.”

“Righto, I guess I’d better get going. Are there any hospitals or nursing homes er, wherever this is? Or can you just chuck me back out into the airwaves – maybe I can find my way from there. I mean, I have to do something, right? I can’t be like this forever.”

“There actually isn't much like that around here. UPS is delivering my motorcycle parts today, I've been tracking the package. I'll bet you can hitch a ride on his truck. That would get you back to town. Lucky they were too heavy so ship by drone, otherwise there might not be anyone here for weeks on end.”

“Um, thanks for having me.”

“We can walk over to the cabin. I make a mean cup of coffee. Do you, I mean can you–“

“Sure, I'll walk over with you. I'd prefer tea, to be honest, but I'm dead, so it doesn't really matter. It'd be nice to talk for a while, if that's okay…”

“For Lisa Burton Radio, I'm Lisa Burton. If I can get any more info I'll post it on the website.”

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Helen Jones was born in the UK, but then spent many years living in Canada and Australia before returning to England several years ago. She has worked as a freelance writer for the past ten years, runs her own blog and has contributed guest posts to others, including the Bloomsbury Writers & Artists site. When she's not writing, she likes to walk, paint and study karate. She's now working on several other novels unrelated to Ambeth, enjoying the chance to explore other fantasy worlds. She lives in Hertfordshire with her husband and daughter and spends her days writing, thinking, cleaning and counting cats on the way to school.

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