Ally Shields's Blog
July 9, 2025
Book 5 Birthday! The Dead Hath No Fury
When Sherry, Lucien’s friend and fellow agent, asks him to investigate his half-brother’s death and to take Lady Anne along to support the widow, Lucien didn’t expect to find the inquiry so complicated. The brother was a bookish blue-stocking, not the likely type to collect enemies.Yet, Lucien uncovers a surprising number of recent events that might have resulted in deep-seated anger and deadly violence—a crooked card game, a forbidden “pistols at dawn,” a disputed berry patch, a horse swindle, and a blackmailer’s attempt to discredit the Crown. Even the widow and the local magistrate are under Lady Anne’s suspicious eye.
What they hadn’t counted on was the killer wasn’t finished and wasn’t opposed to removing anyone else in the way. In order to prevent another murder…or two, Lucien and Lady Anne find themselves dodging bullets in their efforts to bring a murderer to justice.
Available in ebook and paperback from most online stores, including Amzon:
https://www.amazon.com/Dead-Hath-Fury-Viscount-Mystery-ebook/dp/B0FBBV1WH4
April 19, 2025
Hello Spring ... Happy Easter!
Nonsense from my childhood - Spring has sprung,
The grass has rise,
I wonder where the birdies is?
Have a great holiday!
December 17, 2024
Christmas is Coming and 2025 is Peeking Around the Corner!
And that means it's time to wish everyone a Happy Holiday and present our annual
Christmas Eve in Olde Town parody!
Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through Olde Town,
Not a creature was stirring nor making a sound.
The werewolves were running all night through the woods,
The demons were hiding their faces in hoods.
The elves all were dancing; the dwarves were so merry,
The nymphs were excited and so very cheery.
With Ari, Andreas and Rayne altogether,
The town was all settled, snug in the cold weather. When out of the sky with a light pure and bright
Came a dragon so bold glowing gold and pure white.
Ari dashed across town, stopped on a dime,
If the dragon was hostile, she couldn't get there in time.
The children were gathered in the town square
Singing and dancing, their thoughts without care.
When what did their wondering eyes behold
But the dragon that stories had once foretold.
With scales of pure gold, and eyes oh so green
They knew in a moment it was the Dragon's queen.
She'd come to bring presents, to those old and young,
To recapture the stories that once had been sung.
Of a beautiful princess who had fallen in love
With a handsome dragon from the clouds far above
And every Christmas she brought back her joy
By sharing her gifts with each girl and boy.
When Ari arrived, Rayne and Andreas close by,
The queen pulled out a bag and undid the tie.
She dropped all the toys at Ari's feet
So they could surprise every child with a treat.
Then blowing snowflakes out of her nose,
The dragon winked boldly, or so the story goes,
And spreading her wings, she rose to the sky
"Merry Christmas to all, and I bid you Good-Bye!"
Ally Shields (2013, reposted 2024)) Have a wonderful holiday and a terrific 2025!
Christmas Eve in Olde Town parody!
Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through Olde Town,
Not a creature was stirring nor making a sound.
The werewolves were running all night through the woods,
The demons were hiding their faces in hoods.
The elves all were dancing; the dwarves were so merry,
The nymphs were excited and so very cheery.
With Ari, Andreas and Rayne altogether,
The town was all settled, snug in the cold weather. When out of the sky with a light pure and bright
Came a dragon so bold glowing gold and pure white.
Ari dashed across town, stopped on a dime,
If the dragon was hostile, she couldn't get there in time.
The children were gathered in the town square
Singing and dancing, their thoughts without care.
When what did their wondering eyes behold
But the dragon that stories had once foretold.
With scales of pure gold, and eyes oh so green
They knew in a moment it was the Dragon's queen.
She'd come to bring presents, to those old and young,
To recapture the stories that once had been sung.
Of a beautiful princess who had fallen in love
With a handsome dragon from the clouds far above
And every Christmas she brought back her joy
By sharing her gifts with each girl and boy.
When Ari arrived, Rayne and Andreas close by,
The queen pulled out a bag and undid the tie.
She dropped all the toys at Ari's feet
So they could surprise every child with a treat.
Then blowing snowflakes out of her nose,
The dragon winked boldly, or so the story goes,
And spreading her wings, she rose to the sky
"Merry Christmas to all, and I bid you Good-Bye!"
Ally Shields (2013, reposted 2024)) Have a wonderful holiday and a terrific 2025!
November 25, 2024
November 25th, 2024
Hi, folks! It's been a while.
I haven't quit writing, but a series of health and family issues have taken up the majority of my time for the past year. Although I'm not currently writing fantasy, I'm working on the historical mystery series. Book 4 of the Viscount Ware Mysteries should be released in the new year.
Meanwhile, I have migrated to Bluesky. Say "hello" and/or follow me @ https://bsky.app/profile/jlbuck.bsky.social. HAPPY THAKSGIVING!
I haven't quit writing, but a series of health and family issues have taken up the majority of my time for the past year. Although I'm not currently writing fantasy, I'm working on the historical mystery series. Book 4 of the Viscount Ware Mysteries should be released in the new year.
Meanwhile, I have migrated to Bluesky. Say "hello" and/or follow me @ https://bsky.app/profile/jlbuck.bsky.social. HAPPY THAKSGIVING!
May 2, 2024
BookSpotlight on HIDDEN ROOMS by Kate Michaelson
HIDDEN ROOMS by Kate Michaelson
Genre: traditional mystery
You can run fast. You can run far. But you can’t outrun family.
Long-distance runner, Riley, has been fighting various bewildering symptoms for months, from vertigo to fainting spells. Worse, her doctors can’t tell her what’s wrong, leaving her to wonder if it’s stress or something more threatening. But when her brother’s fiancée is killed—and he becomes the prime suspect—Riley must prove his innocence, despite the toll on her health.
As she reacquaints herself with the familiar houses and wild woods of her childhood, the secrets she uncovers take her on a trail to the real killer that leads right back to the very people she knows best and loves most.
Buy links: Amazon, Gathering Volumes, and Bookshop.org
Excerpt from Hidden Rooms:
Late September 2022
I grew up inside a lightning bolt, in a family of pure momentum. My siblings and I were young, stupid, and fearless in our white gingerbread house, surrounded by dark earth, green shoots, and wild woods—untamed beasts running loose from morning to night. We snarled and bucked, more a pack than a family.
Born less than a year apart, my brother Ethan and I spent most of our lives scrapping after the same few things, pinching each other where we knew it would hurt the most. But we also protected each other. When Trevor Paltree shoved Ethan off the metal slide the first day of preschool, I kicked Trevor’s little ass, and I’d do it again.
Only, now, I didn’t know what protecting my brother looked like, though I felt fairly certain that kicking his fiancée’s ass was not it. Besides, I couldn’t even say what exactly Beth was up to, which (admittedly) undermined my argument. Putting my head down and going along with the wedding might feel cowardly, but it also seemed like the least destructive path forward.
So, that’s how I found myself pulling up to Ethan and Beth’s house to pick up my puce monstrosity of a bridesmaid’s dress with Beth’s recent words still replaying in my mind. “Riley, you know I’d never do anything to hurt Ethan.” The problem was that she also once said with a wink and a smile that what Ethan didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
I parked in the shade of a low-limbed oak and got out, lifting my hair off my neck to catch the breeze. The autumn sun had built throughout the afternoon into the kind of fleetingly gorgeous day that makes up for Ohio’s multitude of weather sins: one last warm postscript to summer. Rain loomed in the low shelf of clouds to the north. I crossed my fingers that it would hold off until I could get home to walk Bruno. Maybe I could even get a run in if my energy held out.
My phone buzzed, and I knew without looking it would be Audra. She called most days and knew that the previous night, I’d finally worked up the nerve to talk with Ethan about Beth. She would want the details. I was amazed she had waited this long.
“How’d it go with Ethan?” Her melodious voice skipped along briskly. People usually went with what she said simply because they were so swept with how she said it. As her sister, I was an exception.
“Hello to you too.” I continued toward the house but slowed my pace. “I’ll give you one guess.”
“Hello, dearest Riley. I guess he got mad.”
“Not just mad. He guilt-tripped me. I asked if he’d noticed anything wrong with Beth and he acted all injured about it. He told me, ‘she thinks you’re her friend.’” I mimicked Ethan’s self-righteous tone. The jab still stung. “I told him I think of her as a friend too, which is how I know she’s hiding something.” Admittedly, I couldn’t untangle what it was. It was something I sensed more than saw—a shift in posture or flicker behind an expression. The past few weeks she’d become more self-contained than ever, which was saying something for her.
“Yeah, but can you really be friends with someone who has no personality? It’s like being friends with a mannequin. I don’t know how you can tell if she’s hiding something when she never shares—”
“Look, I can’t talk about it now.” I lowered my voice as I neared the house. “I’m at their place getting my dress. Call you later.”
As I climbed the porch steps, the front of their house looked so Instagram-perfect that I wondered whether I’d been seeing problems that weren’t there. The afternoon light slanted across pumpkins and yellow chrysanthemums that Beth had arranged just so. Dried bundles of corn rattled in the breeze.
Careful not to disturb a precarious wreath of orange berries, I knocked on the door and tapped my foot, ready to grab my puffy dress and go. When no one answered, I rapped once more and tried the handle. Unlocked. This was not unusual in a town where nobody locked their doors, but Beth wasn’t from here. She’d moved to North Haven her senior year of high school and, thus, hadn’t lived here long enough for people to think of her as a local. But, to be fair, that usually took a lifetime.
{End of excerpt} Don't miss the interview with Kate and an excerpt from her novel on my JL Buck mystery blog:
https://janetlbuck.com/blog/interview-with-mystery-author-kate-michaelson
March 12, 2024
Book Spotlight on Chilled to the Dog Bone by S.A. Kazlo
Good Morning, Booklovers!Thank you for joining me today to greet this week’s guest—S.A. Kazlo, the author of the Samantha Davies cozy mystery series.
Welcome, Syrl. What can I get you to drink while we take a look at your book spotlight?
SAK: Coffee- I drink it black. Never could get use to adding anything to it—no sugar or crème. Unfortunately, ever since my blood pressure started to go north I've had to switch to decaf. I really miss that jolt of caffeine.
Ally: Now that we have our favorite drinks and a nice spot on the deck on this sweater morning, please tell readers something of your background before showing us the latest book in your series.
About the Author:Syrl, a retired teacher, lives in upstate New York with her husband and two lively dachshunds. She writes the Samantha Davies Mystery series, featuring Samantha Davies and her loveable dachshund, Porkchop. When not writing she is busy hooking, rug hooking that is, and enjoying her family. Her newest book, number five in the series is, Chilled to the Dog Bone.
Author Links:
Facebook- S A Kazlo
Twitter - @sakazlo
Instagram - @sakazlo
LInkedin - sakazlo
website - Home |Samantha Davies Mystery www.sakazlo.com
Chilled to the Dog Bone (Samantha Davies Mystery #5)Genre: Cozy Mystery
It's Saint Patrick's Day weekend in chilly upstate New York, and Samantha Davies, children's picture book author and sometime sleuth, is excited to attend the annual outdoors games put on by the local Wings Falls fire company. It will be a weekend filled with fun activities such as a skillet toss, four-wheeler race, and the ever-popular decorated wooden outhouse race across the ice. Sam is looking forward to dancing the night away with her beau, police detective Hank Johnson at the Firefighter's Ball. Sam's rug hooking group, the Loopy Ladies is sponsoring one of the outhouses and their senior member, Gladys O'Malley, will have the honor of riding on the "throne" to the finish line.
Only not all goes as planned when the neighboring fire company's chief is found in Gladys' place—frozen solid and dead as a doornail! To make matters worse, both Gladys' and Sam's fingerprints are all over the evidence at the murder scene, taking them from attendees to suspects. Now it's up to Sam to clear their names and get to the truth. The only problem is the victim had disagreements with almost everyone in town, from the Wings Falls fire chief to a sexy blonde named Sunny Foxx—with two xx's—and a slew of other suspects. Can Sam find the killer before the Luck of the Irish runs out for her? Or will she become chilled to the bone when the killer catches up to her...
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Chilled-Bone-Samantha-Davies-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B0CP8P9R37
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
"How do I look? Should I wear a crown?" Gladys O'Malley, the senior member of my rug hooking group, the Loopy Ladies, sat on her "throne" in the outhouse we were sponsoring. The outhouse race would take place on Sunday morning. This weekend, the Firemen's Convention was being held at the Civic Center in Lake George, a resort town in upstate New York. My local fire company, Wings Falls Fire Department, was the host. It was held annually as close to Saint Patrick's Day as possible. Fun and green beer abounded. All the local fire companies who attended entered a homemade outhouse, decorated by a local group, like the Loopy Ladies, who'd volunteered to sponsor this year's outhouse for our hometown fire company. We often lent our services and talents to worthy causes. This past fall, we sold small rugs we hooked to raise money for Camp Adirondack, a summer camp that invites kids from the inner city for two weeks of fun in the fresh mountain air.
I stomped my feet. Even though I wore my warmest fleece-lined boots and a pair of heavy wool socks, cold seeped through from the cement floor of my garage. A space heater blasted out warm air but barely made a dent in the freezing March air flowing into the drafty garage. I glanced at my cousin, Candie, and noticed her tugging a purple wool cap over her ears to stave off the cold air. I envied my dachshund, Porkchop, Candie's calico cat, Dixie, and the newest member of her family, Annie, a small dog of indeterminate breed, snuggled on the rug next to the fireplace in my living room.
Helen Garber poked at the bright-orange glasses sliding down her nose. "Haul your skinny old butt out of there and help us finish hanging the rugs we hooked on the wall of the outhouse, so we can get out of this blooming cold."
I rolled my eyes towards the rafters of my garage. Leave it to Helen to pick a fight with Gladys. She was the most outspoken member of the group. Her tongue knew no boundaries. She often said she "told it like it is." Not only did her tongue know no boundaries, but neither did her wardrobe choice. The louder and bolder the color, the better. Today her ample figure sported a lemon yellow jacket she paired with hot pink pull-on polyester slacks.
I walked over to the outhouse and admired our handiwork. We had painted green shamrocks over a white background in honor of Saint Patrick's Day on the outside walls.
Candie stood next to me. "Not a bad painting job, don't y'all think?"
I smiled. My cousin had moved north over fifteen years ago from Hainted Holler, Tennessee, and you could still cut her thick southern accent with a knife.
"We Loopy Ladies are a multi-talented group. Not only can we hook with the best of them, but we wield a mean paintbrush, too." I turned to the six of us who were gathered in my garage. "Don't you agree, ladies? Our outhouse will leave the others in the dust."
Cheers erupted from my fellow hookers. There are usually twelve of us who gather every Monday morning at our friend Lucy Foster's rug hooking studio. Although our absent members were busy elsewhere, everyone had contributed a rug to decorate the outhouse.
Susan Mayfield clapped her hands to get our attention. "We'd better finish hanging our rugs. Hank, Mark, and Brian will be here shortly to lift the outhouse onto the back of Brian's truck. They need to drive it to the staging area for the race on Sunday morning."
Susan and her husband, Brian, own Momma Mia's, which I believe is the best Italian restaurant this side of the Big Apple. Brian had volunteered his truck for transporting our outhouse to the race's starting area, a park next to the Civic Center.
Don't miss S.A. Kazlo's interview on my JL Buck mystery blog:
janetlbuck.com/blog/author-interview-with-cozy-mystery-writer-sa-kazlo
January 30, 2024
The Dead Sang Off Key is Scheduled for Release July 9, 2024
THE DEAD SANG OFF KEY, Book 4 in my historical series, the Viscount Ware mysteries, is on the calendar for a July release.
These books are fiction, not fantasy, and are published under the name of JL Buck. If you're familiar with the series, look for Lady Anne to take on a bigger role this time!
You'll see the cover as soon as I do!
These books are fiction, not fantasy, and are published under the name of JL Buck. If you're familiar with the series, look for Lady Anne to take on a bigger role this time!
You'll see the cover as soon as I do!
November 10, 2023
October 24, 2023
Interview with Fantasy Suspense Author Mary McFarland
Good Morning, Booklovers!Please welcome this week’s guest, Mary McFarland, an author of fantasy, SF, thriller, and suspense, featuring her new Romantic Paranormal Suspense, Lila’s Ghostly Obsession.
Welcome, Mary. What can I get you to drink?
MM: I’m a coffee maniac, so I have at least two pots a day and five or six cups, many whose contents have turned to sludge, setting around for quick access during the day. I’m also a slurper and a sniffer, so even smelling coffee brewing gets my lips to smacking and my nose pointed in the direction of those delicious beans.
Ally: While I fill our mugs, please introduce yourself to readers.
Bio:A thriller author and techpreneur, I live insanely—by choice—in both worlds. I started writing as a girl, when Mom shooed me outside with some sidewalk chalk and said, “Go do something!” I did. A Romance Writers of America Golden Pen award winner (romantic suspense), I’m published in both the novel and short story form. I write fulltime at my beloved Mucky Manor, an organic herb farm in southern Ohio, and I also serve as CEO of Red Girl Digital Media LLC, a tech startup designing apps and educational media serving authors. A recent honor, of which I’m proud, includes presenting a master class on book marketing at Killer Nashville, where I’m on the faculty and also write articles for the Killer Nashville Magazine.
I’m a member of Ohio Writer’s Association, West Virginia Writers, and River Valley Writers (RVW).
Something Unique/Unusual Not in My Bio: “I’m a wine vintner specializing in making tomato wine, and I collect antique wine recipes from all over the world. Yes, I like a glass or two now and then.”
You can find me at:
www.marymcfarlandbooks.com
www.redgirldigitalmedia.com
www.facebook.com/authormarymcfarland.author INTERVIEW:
Ally: Why did you choose to become a writer?
MM: I’m a former technical writer and associate professor of writing, so all I know is . . . yup, writing. When asked, I always say, “Writing chose me.” As a co-ed, I’d have an idea, inspired often by the authors I was studying as an English major. Then I’d run off and write a short story or start a novel. I’ve got hundreds, it seems, stashed away.
Ally: What inspired your featured book?
MM: This question has an easy answer, but it hurts me to share. In 2005, my beloved nephew committed suicide. I was numb and sat in my bathrobe for days watching the sun rise—and set. One afternoon, I heard Richard speaking to me. I know! It sounds totally crazy! But he told me to write Lila’s story, not just for me—or not for me at all—but for all teens and families who’ve experienced such a horrific loss, or contemplating suicide. In a week, I had Lila’s Ghostly Obsession finished. Reading it through, I still can’t believe I wrote it, but I know for sure Richard inspired it.
Ally: Do you write from an outline?
MM: I’m a plotter, for sure, and my outline gets expanded initially to include tropes, characters, and finally, the scenes, all set up and fleshed out before I begin to write. I’m a multi-genre author, so I don’t have time to go back and do tons of revision work; thus, I work from an outline that’s very detailed. However, if I’m deep into the plot and a new idea comes up, I do go back and weave it in if it fits. My process might sound rigid, but it’s quite organic in some ways.
Ally: How important are writing and reading are in today’s world?
MM: As a former English associate professor and a graduate Teaching Assistant, I taught an endless stream of students who’d made it to college, but were struggling because they lacked sufficient reading and writing skills. I believe the Humanities have been forsaken in favor of the more technical disciplines, and that has been one of our biggest disservices today, since reading and writing correspond directly to learning critical thinking skills. I’m also a firm believer that removing cursive from curricula has been devastating, since many students are tactile learners, and feeling a pen or Crayola or whatever connecting to paper is a boon to their learning.
Ally: Which of the short answer trivia questions did you choose? Item on My Bucket List - I am completing a historical romance set for release in 2024. It’s called The Confessor’s Burden, and it’s a dual timeline set partially in the Medieval era of Edward the Confessor, in the last days before the Norman invasion of England. I used a castle built by William the Bastard, in Corfe, England. It’s called, interestingly, Corfe Castle. I’m hoping to set my book launch of The Confessor’s Burden in Corfe Castle.Most Watched TV Show - I can’t get enough of Bates Motel. I love Vera Farmiga and Freddie Highmore, and simply rewatch reruns every chance I get.Color of Nail Polish I Have On – Oh! That’s a thing with me! I have on a color called “Wicked,” by Essie. It’s deeply plum and black, and it’s soooo Halloween.Favorite Comfort Food – Pie. Pie. Pie. I’m the queen of pie making, with my secret recipe handed down from generations of women on my mother’s side. It came over on the Mayflower, she swore, and I’m pretty sure I believe her. My favorite is blackberry chocolate with loads of French cream and, you guessed it, a pot of coffee.A Beer at the Bar of a Book on the Deck - Oh! Beer at the bar! I’ve got a collection of stories (on bar napkins!!!) that goes way back. I love meeting new people and getting to know their stories, and for some reason—perhaps the river of free-flowing booze—people at bars love to talk! Ally: Thanks for chatting with me today, Mary. Good luck with your new release! Let’s finish up with show and tell regarding Lila’s Ghostly Obsession.
Lila’s Ghostly ObsessionGenre: Romantic Suspense/Paranormal
PG-13
Even in death, I feel Link’s love. Achingly sweet and intense. “It’s for keeps,” I used to tell him, my lips as close to his—as my soul was to eternity, although I’d no idea just how close. “It’s forever.”
So when I awaken dead, I’ve no choice: I must haunt him. That, or watch from my grave while Marin Vegas steals Link.
But first, acceptance: I’m a ghost. While my murder seems cruel, I’m no longer that young girl in love and running toward my fate—but from it. Yet fading into black eternity spurs me to a level of courage I never dreamed I had while alive. So, in this foreboding world I now inhabit, my fight to hold on to the love that Link and I promised each other and now leads me straight to the thugs who put me here—and to a truth we’d planned to share. It’s a truth I hold onto tight: Love never dies.
Can my plan to keep Link’s love succeed from the grave? Can we hook up one last bittersweet time?
Maybe. But only if the dead can speak to the living.
So: how do I do that?
If Edgar Allan Poe were to rewrite Annabel Lee as a novel, it would read like Lila’s Ghostly Obsession. It’s darkly poignant, a perfect read for fans of ghost thrillers and paranormal romance novels like Wendy Webb’s The Haunting of Brynn Wilder, Julia Ash’s Mystified, and Stacy McKitrick’s Ghostly Liaison.
Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Lilas-Ghostly-Obsession-Never-Thriller/dp/B0CKPHPCWS/
October 10, 2023
Character Interview from MG Fantasy by Kath Boyd Marsh
Welcome, Booklovers!This week on the Coffee Chat, author Kath Boyd Marsh sent over two of her middle grade characters for an interview and to talk about their new fantasy anthology.
Welcome, Bubbles and Smush!
Smush: Hello! Scribe Kath says we have to tell you what we’d like to drink before you ask Bubbles and me questions. We like Riverweed Tea, if you have it.
Ally: My magic pot can make anything you want.
Bubbles: You have coffee, don’t you? I’d like to try that. Four sugars and a dash of milk, please. Smush will have six sugars and hold the milk.
Ally: No problem at all. Here you are. If you don’t like it, I’ll brew the tea.
Bubbles: Oh, thank you. I like this a lot. Makes me feel peppy. What were we talking about?
Smush: Scribe Kath has all your books. Bubbles and I like the mysteries! I’m going to make hats like in your Regency novels. I love making hats.
Ally: And very nice ones too. I’ve read all about them in your stories.
Bubbles: Yes, that’s right, Scribe Kath mentions them a lot, but we’re here today to tell you about Scribe Kath’s newest book. It’s all about Smush and me. We are very adventurous, you know.
Ally: I do know. What's the title of this latest book?
Bubbles and Smush together: The MISadventures of Bubbles and Smush.
Ally: Sounds intriguing.
Smush: Bubbles is first in the title because it’s alphabetical. But my picture on the cover is much better, shows off one of my hats.”
Bubbles holds up the book. Yep. Here it is.
Ally: Yes, I see your pictures. Tell me something about the book.
Bubbles: That’s me on the left pointing to Cl’rnce Dr’gon’s home castle. You can see him way off in the distance in the bottom of the big letter S. Pretty cool. Oh, you mean, what the book's about? Smush and I solve some mysteries like in your Viscount Ware books, and have really great adventures, like with pirates, and dragons (they’re our favorites), and flying, and even singing with banshees.
MISadventures of Bubbles and Smush :
Genre: middle grade (9-12)
Bubbles and Smush were never supposed to be perfect heroes, but after all, it’s the MISadventures that make life so exciting…
While life seems peaceful on River Wiz Tech, when Cl’rnce the Dr’gon Co-Primus doesn’t show up for his visit, Bubbles overhears that Cl’rnce may be in trouble and the two Barforami cousins are off and running, or waddling, or swimming very fast to the Wizard Technological School and Knights Academy for adventure after adventure.
No more lazy floating. Each new day seems to bring a new adventure—from finding closet monsters, foiling a poisoning, dealing with pirates, learning to fly, to helping a baby dr’gon get a banshee to give her singing lessons.
Not that any of those adventures go smoothly! Featuring 5 brand new stories, Bubbles and Smush, once again, will bumble their way to success…or will they?
Here is the list of stories, the first three were previously published as ebooks.Closet MonstersTrick or TreatsDragon Rescue Hungry Pirates Dr’gon-Sitting Fetch Dr’gon Twin When Barforami Fly Banshee Singing Lessons
Buy Link: https://amzn.to/3ZbKwMK Bubbles continues: You should read it to your dog and cat, Pippin and Latte. Our dogs, Rufus and Hank, told us about them. Our cats are not speaking to us right now. And I’m not supposed to talk about why. Has to do with our next MISadventure.
Ally (laughs): I see. Sounds like quite a tale. Perhaps you’ll come back again and tell us all about it. Good luck with the new book release.
Smush: Thank you for having us.
Ally: Thanks for coming. You’re welcome to visit anytime, and bring your scribe!
About the Author:At seven years old Kath Boyd Marsh self-published her first fantasy on lined notebook paper, stapled together by her grandfather, and starring a creature based on her little sister- the ‘PB.’
Before Kath moved to PA to photograph sunrises from the ridge top, act as serf to her three cats and two dogs, and write about dragons, wizards, demons, gargoyles, plus other fantastic creatures, she lived in eight states, Panama, and one very haunted house. The Lazy Dr’gon and the Bumblespells Wizard (MG) was her debut novel.
Visit her Website for middle grade and YA fantasy:
kathboydmarsh.com Check out her other books here on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kath-Boyd-Marsh/author/B01LVUP8KU
And don't miss her first YA fantasy novel:BECOMING: BLOOD ANGEL
Mudge is in BIG trouble, and this time so is his guardian – High Demon Abdriel Mallack. It’s time to flee Hell. It’s time to find the Blood Angel and return to Hell with so much Power, that even the Dread Lord will bow!
For centuries Lilith’s Sisterhood, a sorority of non-human warriors, has trained and waited for Abdriel to come to Earth. They know about the powerful Blood Angel Abdriel seeks. Will they help Abdriel obtain the Blood Angel’s power? Or will they create the perfect team made in … Hell?
Ready for a demon meets paranormal creatures in an adventure series? Perfect for fans of: Zodiac Academy: The Awakening by Caroline Peckham, Seraphim Academy by Elizabeth Briggs, The Royals of Villain Academy by Eva Chase.
Book Two releases soon!
