Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance by Ruth Emmie Lang


“Bristles with charm and curiosity” —Winston Groom, New York Times bestselling author of Forrest Gump

“Told with brains and heart” —Michelle Gable, New York Times bestselling author of A Paris Apartment

“A wholly original and superbly crafted work of art, Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance is a masterpiece of the imagination.” —Lori Nelson Spielman, New York Times bestselling author of The Life List and Sweet Forgiveness

“Charlotte’s Web for grown-ups who, like Weylyn Grey, have their own stories of being different, feared, brave, and loved.” —Mo Daviau, author of Every Anxious Wave

Orphaned, raised by wolves, and the proud owner of a horned pig named Merlin, Weylyn Grey knew he wasn’t like other people. But when he single-handedly stopped that tornado on a stormy Christmas day in Oklahoma, he realized just how different he actually was.

That tornado was the first of many strange events that seem to follow Weylyn from town to town, although he doesn’t like to take credit. As amazing as these powers may appear, they tend to manifest themselves at inopportune times and places. From freak storms to trees that appear to grow over night, Weylyn’s unique abilities are a curiosity at best and at worst, a danger to himself and the woman he loves. But Mary doesn’t care. Since Weylyn saved her from an angry wolf on her eleventh birthday, she’s known that a relationship with him isn’t without its risks, but as anyone who’s met Weylyn will tell you, once he wanders into your life, you’ll wish he’d never leave.

Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance tells the story of Weylyn Grey’s life from the perspectives of the people who knew him, loved him, and even a few who thought he was just plain weird. Although he doesn’t stay in any of their lives for long, he leaves each of them with a story to tell. Stories about a boy who lives with wolves, great storms that evaporate into thin air, fireflies that make phosphorescent honey, and a house filled with spider webs and the strange man who inhabits it.

There is one story, however, that Weylyn wishes he could change: his own. But first he has to muster enough courage to knock on Mary’s front door.

In this warm debut novel, Ruth Emmie Lang teaches us about adventure and love in a beautifully written story full of nature and wonder.


Weylyn is orphaned at a very young age. Through some strange circumstances he is raised by wolves. YES WOLVES! Right there… I would usually stop and put the book down. That would be it for me. But something about Weylyn kept me reading. He is smart, funny and especially quirky. I was riveted to his story and the many people affected by him.

There are so many fabulous characters in this read. One of the best besides Weylyn is his foster sister, Lydia. I loved her attitude and her smart mouth. She and Weylyn are attached at the hip and she protects him through thick and thin. Then enters Merlin. The pig! Yes, a real pig. He is absolutely adorable. I now officially want a pig!

This novel is narrated in many voices. It is told by people touched by Weylyn in some form or fashion. Here are just a few of the people with a tale about Weylyn. Mary is a friend and eventually runs away from home to live in the wolf pack. Lydia is his foster sister. Meg Lowery is his teacher and eventually his adopted mother. There are several more but these are my favorites. These people touch Weylyn’s life and help guide him to be…well to live in a shack in the woods. JUST READ THE NOVEL!

This is an unusual and unique story! And to tell you the truth, I am shocked that I enjoyed it as well as I did. It is described as fantasy, which is one of my least favorite genres. However, it did not read like a fantasy novel at all. Now, it does have a little magic in it. But that just adds to the charm of Weylyn and, of course Merlin!

Oh and for the record…there is not a Little Turtle, Mississippi. There is an Alligator, Mississippi. 😂. You must read the book!!!!

Thanks to St. Martins Press for an advanced reader’s copy of the amazing read.

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The Crows of Beara by Julie Christine Johnson

The Crows of Beara

By Julie Christine Johnson

Genre: Fiction, Climate Fiction, Eco-Lit, Women’s Fiction

Along the windswept coast of Ireland, a woman discovers the landscape of her own heart

When Annie Crowe travels from Seattle to a small Irish village to promote a new copper mine, her public relations career is hanging in the balance. Struggling to overcome her troubled past and a failing marriage, Annie is eager for a chance to rebuild her life.

Yet when she arrives on the remote Beara Peninsula, Annie learns that the mine would encroach on the nesting ground of an endangered bird, the Red-billed Chough, and many in the community are fiercely protective of this wild place. Among them is Daniel Savage, a local artist battling demons of his own, who has been recruited to help block the mine.

Despite their differences, Annie and Daniel find themselves drawn toward each other, and, inexplicably, they begin to hear the same voice–a strange, distant whisper of Gaelic, like sorrow blowing in the wind.

Guided by ancient mythology and challenged by modern problems, Annie must confront the half-truths she has been sent to spread and the lies she has been telling herself. Most of all, she must open her heart to the healing power of this rugged land and its people.

Beautifully crafted with environmental themes, a lyrical Irish setting, and a touch of magical realism, The Crows of Beara is a breathtaking novel of how the nature of place encompasses everything that we are.

About the Author

Julie’s short stories and essays have appeared in several journals, including Emerge Literary Journal; Mud Season Review; Cirque: A Literary Journal of the North Pacific Rim; Cobalt; River Poets Journal, in the print anthologies Stories for Sendai; Up, Do: Flash Fiction by Women Writers; and Three Minus One: Stories of Love and Loss; and featured on the flash fiction podcast No Extra Words. She holds undergraduate degrees in French and Psychology and a Master’s in International Affairs. Julie leads writing workshops and seminars and offers story/developmental editing and writer coaching services.

Named a “standout debut” by the Library Journal, “Very highly recommended” by Historical Novels Review and declared “Delicate and haunting, romantic and mystical” by bestselling author Greer Macallister, Julie’s debut novel In Another Life went into a second printing three days after its February 2, 2016 release.

A finalist for The Siskiyou Prize for New Environmental Literature, judged by PEN/Faulkner author and Man Booker Award nominee Karen Joy Fowler, Julie’s second novel The Crows of Beara was acquired by Ashland Creek Press and will take flight on September 15, 2017.

A hiker, yogi, and wine geek, Julie makes her home on the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington state. 

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It took him longer than he anticipated to find a space near the gallery’s back loading door and to bring the last of his pieces inside, but when Daniel walked into the gallery, Annie was standing transfixed in front of the sculpture he’d titled Grian/Gealach—Sunrise/Sunset—her hand reaching for the delicate spheres of metal. She withdrew her hand before touching the piece, though her body leaned in still.

“Go on. It’s all right,” he said over her shoulder, removing a pair of stained and torn leather work gloves.

She seemed not to register him. Then she turned and nodded at the gloves he clutched in one hand. “Do you work here?”

“I’m delivering pieces for the installation.” He waved around the exhibit space. “We’ve set up just a few so far, but they give you an idea.”

“Is the artist a friend of yours?”

“Some days, yes. Some days I really can’t stand the sight of the bastard. But mostly we get along.” He winked and motioned her toward the sculpture. “Really, it’s meant for all the senses, not just visual. Go on.”

She drew the tip of her finger down one large round of metal. It blazed like firelight, catching the dipping sun, but the metal was cool. “It’s beautiful.”

“I like for people to handle these pieces—I want them to feel the texture and temperature of the materials.” Annie turned in surprise, but Daniel pretended not to notice. “Fingerprints leave marks and oil—that’s a good thing, at least for my work. People change my art as much as I hope it changes them.”

“I didn’t know you were an artist.”

“I do the guiding to keep a steady income coming in, but this is meant to be my day job.”

Giant parcels wrapped in quilted moving blankets leaned against the walls; only one other piece had been unwrapped, a protective cover draped over the corners. It was a tall, narrow triptych of patinated metal with a background of aquamarine. Gracing the foreground was a long hawthorn stem of leaves and berries that shimmered and waved in a silhouette of red and gold.

“This is copper,” she said in wonder. “You work with copper.”

“Copper mostly. Some bronze, chrome. I’m just starting in with glass—studying with an artist out of a cooperative here in Kenmare.”

“But, Daniel. Copper.”

“Recycled copper. I use discarded materials, from building sites mostly. Ironic, right? I don’t want the mine in my backyard, but I’m willing to exploit it nonetheless—is that what you’re thinking? I’m not so naive as to think we shouldn’t have mining.”

He pulled the cover away from the sculpture’s sharp edges and let it drop to the floor. The hawthorn was in a cow pasture where he often sat, watching for the Red-billed Chough that foraged for seeds in the manure. “But in my own way, maybe I can show that the earth’s resources aren’t ours for the taking wherever, whenever we want. Art is a way to connect people with their environment without polarizing, without politicizing. It can be used to that purpose, but it belongs to everyone. I want my art to show nature as a cultural artifact. I made a very deliberate decision to use what’s already been taken from the earth—what had been stripped from Beara’s earth more than a century ago. Maybe that is my political statement.”

At that moment, hearing the words in his own voice, speaking his heart out loud, Daniel made his decision. But it was something he needed to sit with, to form more fully on his own. And he couldn’t forget, no matter how enchanting this woman was, who she was, why their paths had crossed.


” It’s not a black and white issue. Which makes our fight more difficult. We can’t really argue the high moral ground, can we? Not when people’s livelihoods are at stake.”

Annie has one more shot with her job or she is OUT. She has used up all her chances. She travels to Ireland as a public relations representative for a mining company. This turns out to be tougher than she expected. When she arrives in Ireland she realizes how dangerous the mine could be ecologically and how good it could be economically.

The author does a fabulous job showing both sides of this dilemma. It’s hard to take a stand when you see a need on both sides. Annie really has her work cut out for her.

I enjoyed reading about the Beara Peninsula. Sounds like a beautiful place. I will get there one day! I loved Annie. She really has a great heart and mind and wants to do what is right for all concerned. Then she discovers something. You must read the book to find out exactly what!

This story is a little wordy in places and probably could have been a good bit shorter. But, I enjoyed the dilemma, the Ireland countryside and of course Annie!

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Between You and Me by Lynn Turner – BOOK SPOTLIGHT plus GIVEAWAY.

Between You and Me

By Lynn Turner

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About the Book

Love at first sight strikes Seattle Scientist Finnegan Kane at the worst possible moment, paralyzing him as he’s pitching his cutting-edge idea to powerful New York venture capitalist Emanuela Monroe…

Finn survived the crash that killed his parents when he was sixteen. Twenty years later, his smart devices are about to redefine what it means to be disabled.

Emanuela makes dreams come true for a living, but still longs to fulfill her own. Despite Finn’s stunning secret, she thinks his idea might be worth the risk…and he’s determined to show her that he is, too.

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Lynn Turner inherited her writing gene from her mother, who created fantastic tales about witches, invisible worlds and talking animals, and read them to her children at night. Lynn isn’t as great with the voices as her mother, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.

She discovered romance far too young, when a mission to find a young adult fantasy title led her to historical romance. She spent hours skimming those sumptuous pages, drinking in the vivid descriptions of settings and clothes, feisty heroines and looming lords, and poetic language. (She may or may not have enjoyed the PG-13 bits too, tucking a new title beneath her pillow at night).

She enjoys character-driven narratives most, and anything that transports her someplace else. Passionate about food and travel, she features healthy doses of both in the stories she crafts. Above all, she is dedicated to writing inclusive stories that explore what it means to be imperfectly human.

When she isn’t writing, she’s traveling, dreaming of traveling, or watching old Samantha Brown travelogue videos and wishing she had her job. She and her husband share their home in California with their two extraordinary children, and hope to add a floppy kitty to the family very soon.

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All the emotions from that night washed over him and the onslaught churned his stomach. “It was the same for me. But at the same time, I wanted to get far the hell away from you.” He watched her face for any sign of hurt, but to his relief, she just nodded.

“I know.” She frowned. “It was so strange. Almost made me sick.”

He drew in a sharp breath, noticing her stiffen in response.

“What?” she asked.

“That’s exactly how it was for me. It’s how I’m feeling right now.”

She nodded again. “We were both a little off. But your pitch was one of the more memorable ones I’ve had.”

“Don’t remind me. I don’t think I’ve ever botched it like that before.”

“Excuse me?” She smacked his chest. “Maybe I should rescind that offer.”

He chuckled. He knew she was wide open, and he wanted her to trust him. It was his turn to be exposed. He tapped his leg. “This is the best one I’ve had so far, except I can’t deep sea dive with it.”

She reached for his hand. “How many do you have?”

“Just one. But I’m waiting for the military to finish developing those bionic legs so I can lift cars with my foot.”

Her slim fingers traced his bigger ones. “You don’t have to do that, you know. Self-deprecate. You’ve already seen me naked.”

His eyes raked over her, his pulse jumping at her words. “You have no idea how much I’d like to see that again,” he said, sensing her shiver. “But first I want you to see me too. The real me.” He looked down at their hands. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

“I want to see. I just didn’t know how to ask. Or if I should ask.” She smiled. “I didn’t want to offend you.”

“You haven’t asked me to spank you with it, so this is already an improvement from my last date.”

Emanuela gasped. “No…”

He laughed at her horrified expression. “’Fraid so.” He gently removed her legs from his lap and stood in front of her. “And that was an improvement from the date before that.”

“Oh my God.” She snickered. “That’s awful.”

“Well, some kinky stuff is fun.”

“Ugh.” She narrowed her eyes. “Just drop your pants already!”

He grinned and turned away to do just that, bending to tug them off before coming back to sit beside her. Without further ceremony, he pushed on the front of the leg and a tiny motor whirred. “It’s vacuum sealed,” he said. “The button is hidden beneath this sleeve.”

He pulled down the flesh-colored skin covering his knee and the prosthetic leg. Then, he removed the prosthesis and propped it against the end table, glancing at Emanuela.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s a sock. Just makes it more comfortable. Tighter fit.”

“How does it feel to take it off? Is it like taking your shoes off at the end of the day?”

“Wow.” He smiled wide. “That’s not half bad… It’s more like taking off a snug pair of jeans. Just by the way it feels.”

She nodded and he removed the sock, then peeled off the liner to leave his stump bare.

He watched her a moment, letting her take it in. Her eyes widened. Much of his leg was intact, halfway to his shin. It was smooth and conical, with a long pink scar at the tip of the stump.

“Some assembly required,” he said.

She made a sound that was half-gasp, half-laugh. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was shocked the first time I saw it too.”

Her lips parted and closed again, darkness clouding her eyes. Finn could read everything in her face, and he silently agreed with the conflict he saw there. Part of him wanted to share the details about what happened, but another part of him wanted to preserve a moment that was new and exciting and full of promise. Another time. If she gives me a chance.

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The Quieting West by Gordon Gravley – BOOK SPOTLIGHT

The Quieting West

By Gordon Gravley

Genre: Literary / Western / Historical

Book Description

This is the story of two cowboys, Billy Colter and Thomas Andrew Benton, in the rapidly changing world of the early 1900’s. Despite the forty-year difference in their ages, they become close friends in a brief time. After losing their jobs as ranch hands in Utah, they head to Denver, once old man Thomas’ stomping ground. There, Thomas spends time with Ellen Marie, a “soiled dove” he’s known all her life, while young Billy experiences the newest form of entertainment: nickelodeons.

Thomas soon receives a job offer from an old friend, and the two head to Arizona, expecting more ranch work. What they discover is a renegade group of silent film makers. Billy and Thomas are hired to protect the crew and their equipment from Patents Agents hunting down the illegal use of movie cameras. Before long, the cowboys-now-hired-guns are involved in the movie-making process. When they are lured to a world of great enchantment and seduction—Hollywood!—they find their lives forever changed. And not necessarily for the better.

It is a story of truth, fiction, and the disillusionment between the two. A story woven of humor, romance, and tragedy.

About the Author

Gordon Gravley has been making up stories all his life. The dystopian Gospel for the Damned was his first novel. Born in Phoenix, Arizona, Gordon moved around – California; Colorado; Alaska; Northern Arizona – before eventually settling in Seattle, Washington. Calling the Northwest his home since 1998, he doesn’t expect to be moving elsewhere anytime soon. There, he’ll continue to make up stories, and live with his wife and son.

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He looked at me, turned away, and then looked back. “You look familiar. What pictures have you been in?” he said to me.

I was stumped. I never knew the titles of any of the movies I’d been in. “I can’t rightly recall,” I told him. “I was Morgan Earp in one about that gunfight in Tombstone. Mostly, I rode and fell a lot.”

That was all the résumé I needed. The skinny man led me into the building, down a long corridor, and finally, onto an open lot.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Billy Colter.”

“That’s a good name,” he replied, nodding his approval. Then he told me to wait while he went to talk to a gentleman who I took to be the director.

A moment later the skinny man returned. “Okay, Billy. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to get on that horse there, and you’re going to ride out to the end of the street there. Then you’ll ride back this way, as fast as you can, and then stop the horse so suddenly that you fall off into that big water trough there. We made it over-sized so that you’ll be able to hit it better. You got all that?”

I had it. It was nothing different than I had done for Grady. I got on that horse with confidence. It was a skittish one, what with all the people and activities going on, but it took my commands just fine, and we went down to the end of the street just like we were told.

I waited a moment, set my sights on that over-sized trough, and then kicked my horse into a full run. All the time I was thinking about what Anna Beth had taught me: Do it the way Charles would do it. And I did. I must’ve soared fifteen feet from the saddle to the water-filled trough, my arms and legs flailing. I turned my body at the last moment and hit the water on my back. I sent a tidal wave of a splash up and outward, soaking anything and anyone within ten feet.

“What the hell are you doing?” the skinny man shouted at me.

I stood, as drenched as a drowned calf. “What you told me to do,” I answered.

“Yes, but not when! The director didn’t say action! We weren’t ready!”

Alan Grady’s yelling had nothing on this fellow’s. He may have been skinny but his lungs were mighty.

“Mendoza!” he shouted. Seemingly out of nowhere appeared a young Mexican boy.

“Yes, sir?” he said, like a soldier awaiting orders.

“Take Billy, dry him off and get him a new set of clothes.”

As I was hurried away I could hear—hell, everyone in Edendale probably heard—the skinny man shouting, “Get more water in this trough and clear away this mud!”

I was taken to an area behind the sets where there were racks and racks of clothes. The boy had me wait while he went through them. “How long have you been in movies?” he asked. His voice was high and feminine without any hint of “Mexican” to it.

“About a year, I suppose,” I replied, “in Prescott.”



His lack of response showed him unimpressed. He laid a shirt and pants on a rickety table beside me. “Try these.”

I quickly removed my clothes, at which the boy averted his eyes with a short, bashful gasp, and I realized he was she, a girl of not more than twelve or thirteen. It was then I could see in her brownish complexion and bright eyes of get-up-and-go and bullishness that she might be quite a pretty young lady if it weren’t for her boyish haircut and attire. I apologized and dressed as quickly as I had undressed.

“You did a great fall, Billy,” she told me.


“But you have to follow direction. If it weren’t for how good your fall was they would’ve fired you on the spot.”

“I suppose I got a little excited.”

She shoved me to hurry back to the set, which was good as everyone was impatiently awaiting my return. “What’s your name, again?” I asked her.

“Annie Mendoza.”

Her smile instilled me with the confidence that I could do that fall even better than before, which I did, and that I had made my first friend in California.

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Cicada Summer by Maureen Leurck


In this moving, witty novel, author Maureen Leurck explores the intricacies and joys of renovation and rediscovery as one woman s improvement project promises to transform much more than a home . .

People keep a house alive, not the other way around. Alex Proctor has seen the truth of this in every empty, rundown property she s bought and renovated since her divorce almost three years ago. She s also experienced the thrill of making each one into a home.

Her newest project is a dilapidated, century-old house just a few blocks from Geneva Lake, Wisconsin. Time and neglect, along with rats and raccoons, have ravaged it inside and out. Only Alex can see the beauty of what it once was and might become again. In just a few weeks by the time the cicadas make their scheduled reappearance after seventeen years underground the house should be ready to sell. In the meantime, there are construction disasters, and surprises, to contend with.

Amid overgrown grounds and rooms brimming with debris, Alex finds treasures pocket doors, hardwood floors hidden beneath layers of linoleum and grime and carved initials that reveal a long-ago love story involving Alex s elderly neighbor, Elsie, and another cicada summer. At the same time, Alex finds herself searching for a way to reconcile her new life with lingering feelings for her ex-husband. For so long she felt sure that moving on was the only option, but maybe this house, and everything she s learning in it, could give Alex room for a second chance.


Alex is determined to save an old house. It is 100 years old and has beautiful potential. She takes on more than she can chew. Through a series of unfortunate events she may be overextended on budget and the property may have to be sold and torn down for a new complex.

There are several stories within this novel. Not only does the house have mysteries, Alex meets her neighbor next door and discovers Elsie has secrets of her own. Also, Alex’s love life situation is not the best. She still has very strong feelings for her ex-husband. She tries to overcome this by dating some one young and handsome. She just can’t shake her ex.

Oh my goodness! This book hit the spot!!! Old houses, old husbands, mistakes are made…what more could you ask for! I love Alex. She is funny, a hard worker and really a good girl. I also love the setting of Geneva Lake. Perfect for romance and old secrets. This is a super good palate cleanser and an all around lovely book!! Plus I have a little COVER LOVE!❤️❤️

I received this novel from Netgalley for a honest review.

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A Different Kind of Lovely by Petra March – BOOK SPOTLIGHT Plus Excerpt.


“A man with a damaged soul fell in love with a ballerina with a broken body.”

When Neal Medwin glimpses Mina Automne for the first time, he’s a man whose soul is darkened with memories of a painful past, whereas Mina is a vibrant, strong, young woman. She’s a determined ballerina who’s carefully planning and painting her life.

Neal steps into her existence and threatens to shatter Mina’s plans with an impossible request.

Mina can’t help the fragile man who’s invading her home, even though their parents used to be close friends and she knows of Neal’s hurtful background. She allows him to linger within her lovely and artistic world, however, hoping he might find some peace and solace.

Slowly, their conflict turns into friendship, and eventually into love, until a terrible discovery ruins Mina’s projects and forces her to let go of all her dreams, and of her sweet, damaged man.

Neal is unable to fight for Mina and for the unripe love they share, because he’s not ready to leave his past behind. He’s not strong enough – not yet.



Mina Automne danced through the pain until she managed to turn it into pleasure. She didn’t need music to accompany the movements of her legs, of her arms, of her fingers, for the wind was the conductor of an orchestra of the most particular instruments. It shook the leaves of apple trees and made them chime. It played among grapevines and teased them like fingertips on violin strings.

The lavender flowers bowed forward as Mina’s neck arched gracefully backwards.

The weeds trembled, while Mina’s body spun and leaped higher and lighter.

The sky above was a cerulean blue, dotted with pure white clouds, and Mina’s lithe limbs reached for those unblemished shapes.

When she danced, her parents’ disapproval did not matter; when her frame played, the hurtful words of her ex-lover could not break her.

Mina was shaping her life around her art, and she was going to be the greatest. There was nothing wrong with her choices, and there was nothing wrong with her body. She was meant to be a ballerina, and she was capable of feeling pleasure.

The wind teased her fiery red curls; the long strands caressed her bare shoulders and arms, and her blood felt ablaze with adrenaline. Beads of sweat ran along the pale skin of her face, and touched her lips. Mina licked the drops, and tasted salt mingled with excitement. She arched up towards the bright sky, and declared herself a creature of power and beauty.

About the Author

Petra March is the Award Winning Author of the A Touch of Cinnamon

Series and of the stand-alone novel, A Different Kind of Lovely.

Her book, All the Skies I will not See, is a Library Journal SELF-e

Selection. The book won the 2016 Pacific Book Awards for Best Short

Story, and was a Gold Medal Winner (Fiction – Short Story) in the 2016

Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards. In 2015, the book was a

Finalist in the 2015 Wishing Shelf Independent Book Awards, won the

Pinnacle Book Achievement Award for Best Novella, earned the Literary

Classics Seal of Approval, and received a 5-Star Review Seal from

Readers’ Favorite. The literary magazine Shelf Unbound listed All the

Skies I will not See amid the 2015 Top 100 Notable Books.

The multi-award winning All the Skies I will not See features characters

from Petra March’s other works: A Veil of Glass and Rain(Special Edition),

A Dream of Lilies:A Novella, and A Different Kind of Lovely:A Novel.

A Veil of Glass and Rain(Special Edition) was a Finalist in the 2016 I

Heart Indie Contest (New Adult), organized by the Las Vegas Romance

Writers of America, and was featured in the June 2015 issue of the


publication InD’tale Magazine; Book Riot listed A Veil of Glass and

Rain amid the 100-Must-Read-Books by International romance authors.

Petra March graduated summa cum laude in Theater and Cinema Studies at

the University of Rome 3, and earned a MA degree from the Catholic

University of Milan. She studied Screenwriting and History of American

Cinema at UCLA and NYU, and worked as screenwriter in Italy and

France, where she also taught Creative Writing in elementary schools

and junior high schools.

Presently, she keeps traveling and dreaming through her novels and

stories; just like Petra, her characters are deeply in love with

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Sleep Savannah Sleep by Alistair Cross


The Dead Don’t Always Rest in Peace

Jason Crandall, recently widowed, is left to raise his young daughter and rebellious teenage son on his own – and the old Victorian in Shadow Springs seems like the perfect place for them to start over. But the cracks in Jason’s new world begin to show when he meets Savannah Sturgess, a beautiful socialite who has half the men in town dancing on tangled strings.

When she goes missing, secrets begin to surface, and Jason becomes ensnared in a dangerous web that leads to murder – and he becomes a likely suspect. But who has the answers that will prove his innocence? The jealous husband who’s hell-bent on destroying him? The local sheriff with an incriminating secret? The blind old woman in the house next door who seems to watch him from the windows? Or perhaps the answers lie in the haunting visions and dreams that have recently begun to consume him.

Or maybe, Savannah herself is trying to tell him that things aren’t always as they seem – and that sometimes, the dead don’t rest in peace.

“SLEEP SAVANNAH SLEEP hooks you with a small-town atmosphere that quickly turns ghostly cold. Beware a plethora of twists and turns …” – Michael Aronovitz, author of Alice Walks and Phantom Effect


Jason is starting over with a new home, new job and new town. He is trying to heal his family and himself after the loss of his wife. When a young lady turns up missing, Jason is pulled into the investigation by strange dreams and visions. Is he psychic? Never has been before. So what the devil is going on?!?!

Jason is a massage therapist, father and basically, all around good guy. Savannah is a wild child. I could be a little more blunt..but you get the picture. So how could she haunt his dreams after she turns up missing? Well, she does! And she does it in a big way.

I enjoy stories about ghosts and psychics. It is about the only paranormal reads I will take on. Is this the best written book I have read…no. It IS a pretty good read though. The problem with many parts of this book are the conversations, mainly between Jason and his children. They are canned and just not quite right, especially with his 7 year old daughter. These are way too babyish for my taste. However, it is not that distracting and well worth it to get to the ending of this book.

This ending was a shocker to me. I did not peg the murderer, for which I am glad. I hate it when the author gives it a way so readily. This one, I did not see coming. In hindsight, I probably should have. But, BOY!! It made the book for me.

I received this novel from the author for a honest review.

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