Cover Reveal: J.C. McKenzie!


beastofall_w11033_750Today, she’ll break free. Tomorrow, she’ll make them pay

“Two months ago my world collapsed and the beast reigned.

Seven weeks ago the SRD captured me.

Nine days ago, they injected me with something vile.

Today, I break free.

And tomorrow?

I’ll make them pay.”

Badass Shifter Andy McNeilly wakes up from a horrible nightmare, only to discover it wasn’t a dream, and she’s no longer quite so badass. Chemically curbed, Andy has lost touch with her feras and beast when she needs them most. Can she regain control of her supernatural abilities in time to reap retribution from her enemies, or will she fall as fodder in a power play for control of Vancouver’s seedy underworld?


No feras. No beast. Whatever they shot me with blocked my communication with the animals. Did it prevent shifting as well? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to call a form and change. Only a headache answered. Dread flittered across my skin. Was this permanent?

As the Carus, the genetic throwback to the first demi-god progeny of the beast goddess, I caged a beast with rage and power rivaled by few, and possessed more than one animal familiar to shift into.

At least, I did until the SRD shot me full of chemicals. Would I ever regain my abilities? Hear the indignant screech of the peregrine falcon? Or the lusty purr of the mountain lion? Or soulful howl of the wolf?

My heart hammered, punching bone. A buzzing sensation filled my head. The “wrongness” of my condition grated against my nerves, slicing them into slivers like a planer shucking off wood shavings.

Something in my abdomen swelled, as if the beast pushed against whatever barrier caged and hid her from me.

I’ll get you out, I told her, not knowing if she could hear. We’ll make them pay.

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Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

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Super Release Day! Desperately Seeking Salvage!


Oh man, I am over the moon excited! Today is super release day for the first novella in my new Adventures in Ghostsitting Series! You’re going to laugh, you might be a little scared and I hope you are highly entertained by my girl Mel Hargrove who owns a junkyard that’s just a little more than a collection of trash…

DesperatelySeekingSalvage_w11118_750(1)Adventures in Ghostsitting

Mel Hargrove, eighties enthusiast, is the protector of much more than random cars and broken washing machines. Each piece in her precious junkyard has a ghost attached to it. No one in Frysville is aware of the secret that’s just down the road from them, and she wants to keep it that way. But when she finds naked statues of aging townspeople in the main square, she must figure out if someone, or something, is missing from her junkyard and out causing havoc. With a host of ghosts behind her and her new boyfriend beside her, Mel is ready to take on almost anything. Almost being the operative word…


The book popped open to lie flat on her desk and fluttered its pages for about two minutes, going back and forth through sections and times. It landed on nothing.

“I can’t believe we don’t have a single statue maker here.” She shoved the glasses back up on her nose.

“What about someone who works, or worked, with marble?” Becker offered.

“Why not?” Mel glanced back and gave him a smile. “Okay. I’m looking for someone who is capable of chiseling marble.”

More fluttering, more shuffling back and forth fast enough to send a light breeze tousling her frosted hair. She played with the jelly bracelet on her wrist while she waited for the thing to settle down.

The book halted suddenly, the air stilling as she looked down at the name highlighted in red. “Jameson McElroy Cleverton.”

Well, she knew where he was because she’d rented him out in his shaving kit to Mrs. Paisley to clear her house of negative energy brought on by her family fighting during a family reunion last week. “Next.”

More flapping followed by a slowing down, and one page at a time slid across each other. Another name was highlighted in red. “Casey Deavers.”

Casey in his sea-glass bubble was on a trip to the Martins’ house to dust the knickknacks standing on the shelf that no one wanted to use a ladder for, ten feet above the floor. “Next.”

One page slid slowly to the right but settled back down before it fully flipped.

She tried to move it herself, and it was as if it had been welded to the other pages. Grabbing a letter opener from her Gem and the Holograms cup, she tried to wedge it in between the pages, but the bugger wasn’t budging.

She slapped both hands on the desk, stared hard at the book, and said, “Show me the next.”

The page rippled like water in a pond after a rock had been thrown, but it didn’t flip.

“What’s going on?” Becker asked.

She shook her head at him, not wanting to break her concentration. “Show me the next,” she said louder and with more force.

The page wrinkled and crinkled and twisted and squirmed but didn’t actually turn.

“Now!” she yelled like a drill sergeant.

The page surged against the rest of the book, humping up enough for Mel to get her fingers in under it. She would see this freaking page if she had to tear the damn thing out.

It flipped, the rest of the pages turned on top of it, and the back of the book slammed down on her hand, pinning it so tightly her fingers began to ache.

“What the hell?” Becker stepped back.

“Get me the phone, please,” she said trying to pull her hand out of the book. It was futile. The book just compressed harder. Her circulation was being cut off.

“What is going on?” he asked while handing her the phone.

“Can you hit the speed dial five?”

He did that, too, but one eyebrow kicked up, which wasn’t surprising since her hand was caged in a book that looked like it was trying to eat her.

“I promise to answer all your questions in just a minute.”

The other eyebrow joined the first, high on his forehead.

The phone rang in her ear. Mercifully Serena picked up on the second ring. “What’s up, chickie?”

“I’m stuck in my book. What do I do?”

Serena whistled through the phone, a long sound of disbelief. “Did you piss it off?”


“What happened?”

“Do we have to go through all this? I need to get my hand out of the book before my fingers fall off. The book is clamped down around me and won’t let go.”

“Tell it you withdraw the question.”

But she didn’t want to withdraw the question. Whatever was in red on that page was probably the exact name she needed. Without it she had no way of knowing who to go after or what they were attached to. She’d be at a dead end.

On the other hand, well, she’d still have her hand.

15 Minutes


Sometimes in our lives, we have almost no time to do what we want to do – like write. So I started a new page here at my site today. It’s called “15 Minutes to Write”. Basically, the challenge is to take fifteen minutes from your day – and it doesn’t even have to be all at once, but it would be better if it is – and write. That’s approximately the time it takes to write one page. Some do more, some do less, but it’s a start.

What I will do to help you meet that goal is give you a daily challenge. Tips, tricks, jumpstarts, and more to get your writing juices flowing. Take a look at “15 Minutes to Write”. The daily challenges are in the dropdown menu. Enjoy!


Lemons and Lemonade


There’s an old saying that “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade”.

Sometimes, there isn’t enough sugar in the world to make those lemons palatable. Lately, life has handed me a bushel of lemons and I’ve been struggling to find enough sugar to sweeten them. But you know the funny thing about sweetness? It often comes in forms we don’t recognize.

Just like in the kitchen, there are many forms of sweeteners for our lives. Though I know the usual ones, I often forget about the different ones. The ones that sit there on the shelves waiting for us to notice them and pull them out and use them.

In the case of my sweeteners, these happen to be my friends. Okay, yes, I know friends are always there. They are the plain white sugar in life. But… sometimes those friends go above and beyond and turn something sour into something a lot more drinkable. Maybe even with a new twist that you like even better.

What’s interesting to me is that these friends who are there supporting me right now are ones I would have never met had I not been a new writer looking for a local group to help me learn the ins and outs of the publishing game. Because of Central Pennsylvania Romance Writers, I have a group of friends who are amazing. They are the sugar in my lemonade. They are the ones who give me a shoulder when I need it, or a kick when that is called for. It’s not the old friends I’ve known all my life, but the newer ones who have my back.

So when you have lemons, remember that sometimes sweetener comes in different forms.


Books! Madelyn Hill


5 Characteristics of a Highlander

madelyn-promo-photo            Ahhh, the Highlander! Just seeing the word Highlander conjures an image of a strong, muscle-bound man wrapped in a kilt and holding a sword. Think of all of the hubba-hubba Highlanders in movies and television – Mel Gibson’s William Wallace (Braveheart), Liam Neeson’s Rob Roy (Rob Roy), Christopher Lambert’s Connor for the movie Highlander or Adrian Paul’s Duncan from the Highlander TV series. And let’s not forget Sam Heughan as Jamie in Outlander. These actors/character evoke the perfect image of what a Highlander should be!

Here are the TOP 5 Characteristics I feel each Highlander should possess:

  1. Looks good in a kilt! Let’s face it, a kilt is a skirt and you have to have enough self-confidence to pull that off. A true Highlander has a certain swagger—cocksure stride when wearing a kilt.
  2. He’s a Man’s Man!What I mean by this is men follow him, he’s a leader, with commanding tendencies. Men just naturally follow him because he’s concise and can make a life or death decision in an instant.
  3. Romantic! We’re talking about Highlanders here – they need to be romantic, know how to woo a woman and make her feel like a part of his heart. And by woo, I mean he seduces her with sweet words, soft kisses, and a passionate heart.
  4. Handsome! Really, this goes without saying, but those chiseled features are a must. Hard jaw, broad mouth, intense eyes – I’m swooning just thinking about it.
  5. Character! He has to be loyal and brave, ready to protect what is his to the death. When his heroine is in danger – the Highlander will pull his sword and defend her honor. When his clan is in danger, he’ll lead the attack. BUT, he also needs to be kind and have a sense of humor even if he’s dark, a flash of humor is great.

highlandshope1-400Remember, lasses. Through Hope, Faith and Honor, ye can rule,” were the last words Lady Hope MacAlister’s father spoke before dying. Those very words direct her every action and thought. Sword fighting and leading the men of her clan was second nature to Hope and she has little time for herself or any thoughts of love. Until Aidan MacKerry is captured spying on the clan.

She is beautiful, strong, and quick to pull a sword. But when he kisses her, all thoughts of the lairdship Aidan MacKerry seeks flee his mind. When the enemy continues to undermine Hope, Aidan is determined to aid her—only he didn’t think he’d lose his heart to the Laird of Wild Thistle Keep. When the enemy reveals Aidan’s secret, he must fight for his right to be laird and prove, despite their differences, he loves Hope.

The enemy refuses to back down and continues to threaten not only Hope, but the security of the entire clan. Only together will they be able to save the clan and save their love.

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Super Release Day – For Love and Cheesecake!


Wow, I almost missed my Super Release Day with new contract signing. Yikes! But I’m making it just in time and it’s on sale if you love eBooks!


It’s a recipe for disaster…
Take one incurable womanizer
Mix in one pregnant mistress and one delusional fiancée
Add a dash of chef gone haywire
Stir in one newly assertive shop assistant
Toss with an amateur sleuth who doesn’t want to get involved and the love of her life who is in up to the tips of his spiky hair
And garnish with a couple of detectives who are not amused.
Serves one crazy, homicidal maniac.

Ivy is back and she’s stellar, except for trying to kick a nagging cold and the bad habit of being in the middle of every Martha’s Point murder. Unfortunately, they’re both kicking her as she is harangued by her favorite chef to find out who torched his restaurant and one of his waiters along with it. Ivy knows what she should do, but when has that ever stopped her from wading in? Only this time she could very well sacrifice everything…for love and cheesecake.