#AudioTour “Beyond the Mist (Lake Lanier Mysteries Book 2)” by Casi McLean

Audiobook Blog Tour: Lake Lanier Mysteries by Casi McLean

Author: Casi McLean

Narrator: Amy Deuchler

Series: Lake Lanier Mysteries, Book 2

Length: 8 hours 11 minutes

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Released: Mar. 26, 2018

Genre: Time Travel Romance

Piper Taylor concedes she’ll never fall in love, until a treacherous storm spirals her into the arms of the handsome Nick Cramer. Unrelenting remorse over a past relationship haunts Nick, but he can’t deny the mysterious connection and hot desire Piper evokes.

The allure of a secret portal hidden beneath Atlanta’s Lake Lanier tempts him into seizing the opportunity to change his mistakes. But his time slip triggers consequences beyond his wildest dreams.

Can Piper avoid the international espionage and terrorism of 2001 New York, find Nick, and bring him home before he alters the fabric of time, or will the lovers drift forever Beyond the Mist?

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Award winning author, Casi McLean, pens novels to stir the soul with romance, suspense, and a sprinkle of magic. Her writing crosses genres from ethereal, captivating shorts with eerie twist endings to believable time slips, mystical plots, and sensual romantic suspense, like Beneath The Lake, WINNER: 2016 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence for BEST Romantic Suspense.

Casi’s powerful memoir, Wingless Butterfly: Healing The Broken Child Within, shares an inspirational message of courage, tenacity, and hope, and displays her unique ability to excel in nonfiction and self-help as well as fiction. Known for enchanting stories with magical description, McLean entices readers in nonfiction as well with fascinating hooks to hold them captive in storylines they can’t put down.

Her romance entwines strong, believable heroines with delicious hot heroes to tempt the deepest desires then fans the flames, sweeping readers into their innermost romantic fantasies. Ms. McLean weaves exceptional romantic mystery with suspenseful settings and lovable characters you’ll devour. You’ll see, hear, and feel the magical eeriness of one fateful night. You’ll swear her time travel could happen, be mystified by her other worldly images, and feel heat of romantic suspense, but most of all you’ll want more.

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Amy is a Chicago-based voice artist and actor specializing in audiobook narration, e-learning, and radio or TV commercials. Amy is professionally trained in commercial and narration voiceover and holds a Bachelor’s degree in Theatre from Marquette University and a Master’s degree in Library and Information Science from University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. In her spare time, Amy also enjoys reading, painting, designing lights and scenery for theatre, and biking. She lives with her boyfriend and their two cats and a dog just north of Chicago.

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#Excerpt “The Wingless Angel” by Fabrice Wilfong

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coverDark Fantasy
Date Published: 2/22/20
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
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The Wingless Angel
Ex-Army Medic, Silton, has had a rough go of late. Soon after being discharged from the military his wife suffered a tragic accident, then slipped into a coma and died. Now alone, drinking fills his days, and restless sleep plagues his nights.
He feels that God is finished with him, that he has no purpose in life, so he ends it all.
He falls. Naked and confused, he falls.
Silton awakens on a taught expanse of warm Skin Land. Acrid air stings his lungs, tiny hairs jut up like grass under his feet, and the pale blue eye of Heaven stares down on him.
In the distance he hears a scream, and as he bounds towards it, finds a fetid swamp of others who have fallen, sinking into the soupy flesh. Quick to his training Silton pulls a woman out of the mess, only to find her legs ravaged with breaks. Using his medical skills and the flesh around him, he binds her injuries, easing her pain.
Far off in the distance, on their huge moving home called the Sled, a group of demons set off on a journey out into the Skin Land to harvest those lucky enough to survive the fall. Those like Silton.
Silton drags his newfound friend to a distant shelter of bone as they share the reflections of life that have brought them here. With each step the mystery of this place unfolds revealing its true beauty, and its terrifying reality.
As the demons draw near, and the pale blue eye of Heaven watches above, it becomes clear that God is not finished with Silton. God has a new purpose for him, a purpose for him in Hell.

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“Sin follows the sinner, it does not lead them.”

The Wingless Angel: Excerpt 1 – Long Excerpt

It is important to note that part of the Devil’s plan in Hell is to malform, or as a function of Hell’s design, force you to malform your body. This has been fully and completely orchestrated by the Devil. It is widely known that man has an enduring and sometimes obsessive attachment to his body. In order to successfully survive in Hell, you must endeavor to release yourself from this constraint, as it will only hinder your progress. Understand that you are dead, fully and completely. Although you will feel pain, just as you have felt it in life, the idea of self-preservation from the standpoint of your physical visage is irrelevant. Those who can release themselves from the attachment of their physical selves and embody these principles are amongst the most successful survivors in Hell.

—From “Hell: A Survival Guide”
By Delta-Delius

 

Montly sat perfectly still on the soft waiting room couch. Supple onyx skin stuffed with semi-hardened fat; the couch almost engulfed her. The cushions, cool and refreshing, were comfortable against her rough, chapped thighs.

“Would you like something to drink?” asked the receptionist.

“Of course,” Montly said without thinking. Her mind was elsewhere—paging through her studies, her practice questions, and the stories she’d rehearsed in preparation for the interview.

The receptionist got up from her white, bone-on-bone carved desk while Montly watched in silence. She wore the most exquisite, sinew-netted blouse, so translucent her breasts could be seen through it. Her legs, wrapped tightly in a black-skinned skirt, looked smooth and unlabored. But her shoes fascinated Montly the most. She had never seen their equal: high, thin stilettos, pristine polished white bone on their sides, with heels of pure, whole teeth. As the receptionist walked to get Montly the water she’d offered, the teeth ground on the bone tile so loudly, she thought the floor was cracking.

Montly felt a tinge of jealousy. She wore the only garments she had: an off-white, skin overcoat with a pair of loose fitting, high-water pants held up by a braided-vein belt. Her shoes, a pair of simple, skin-folded moccasins, were old and tattered. Montly wasn’t even wearing a blouse. She felt the overcoat was enough, and besides, she didn’t have any breasts to speak of. She’d removed them long ago, far too useless for the weight they burdened her with.

The receptionist returned with a small cup made of thinly pressed keratin.

“I just want you to know,” the receptionist whispered. “Us girls here on The Sled, we’re pulling for you.”

“Thank you.” A slight wave of anxiety released itself as Montly took the cup. She drank deeply. The cup smelled of finger- and toenails, but the taste of the water overpowered that. It must have been filtered at least twice, as it wasn’t salty at all. They had such luxuries here on the Sled, nothing like living out in the Skin-Land with the Herd, Montly thought.

“He’s usually late. He likes to make people sit and sweat it out,” said the receptionist.

“Yeah, well, it’s working,” Montly replied.

The receptionist strode back to her desk with the toothy stilettos grinding. “So, you command part of the Herd? That’s what I was told.”

“I do,” Montly said with guarded confidence. She rolled her muscled shoulders back, cracking her spine in a few sore places. The couch had become almost too soft for her, the fat pockets molding too willingly to her body.

“I can’t imagine being out there again,” the receptionist continued. “It was so long ago for me, but it still makes me shudder.” A fearful tone soaked her words. “I got out of the Herd as fast as I could. Up here on the Sled, you just have so many more opportunities, and well, the food’s much better.” She let out a giggle.

Montly just smiled with a half curl to her lips, counting the long moments between this conversation and her interview.

“I’m actually going to be leaving this position soon to be an assistant for one of the Daughters,” the receptionist continued. “I have a friend who is going to get me in. She says I’m sure for it because of my work here, and because I have the right look. Then I’ll be invited to all of the dinners, probably meet the Devil . . .”

Montly had trouble paying attention to what she was saying, distracted by the receptionist’s “right look.” She had a soft, perfectly skin-stretched face, the work of an expert engineer, no doubt. It was puffed with creamy fat in all the right places and anchored with cultured bone spurs. But Montly could catch even the tiniest of imperfections in a person, and she could see one such detail clearly in the receptionist. Hidden beneath all of the confidence and the clothes, just below the personality she tried so hard to project, lay a deep fear. Montly realized she could almost see the remnants of a capital H depressed into the receptionist’s forehead.

Of course, “Sin follows, it does not lead,” Montly thought. It was part of an ancient saying she’d repeated to her Broken slaves in the Herd many times before. Funny how relevant it was here amongst the “civilized” people on the Sled.

A fast, hollow tapping started. It seemed to be coming from behind the reception desk, born from some mechanism beneath the floor, Montly guessed.

“He’s ready for you now,” the receptionist said.

Montly rose from the couch, straightened her overcoat, and rolled her shoulders back once more to crack her spine.

“Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Montly walked into the office, her moccasins not making a sound on the tile.

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About the Author

Fabrice Wilfong has been writing fiction since he was 15 years old. His works have consistently leaned towards the dark side of human experience, where he uses characters and philosophy to challenge our shared interpretations of life.  

For most of his professional career Fabrice has been in the Healthcare Industry where he’s learned to love human anatomy and the systems of the body. He feels the body remains a frontier that we are all forced to explore with little understanding of how things will unfold.
His works consistently push the reader to a deeper knowledge of themselves both mentally and physically, while daring into the fantastical and bizarre.     
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Song Lyric Sunday | “Southern Cross” – Crosby, Stills & Nash

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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

This week’s theme is  North/South/East/West.

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Seven League Boots was a song written by Rick and Michael Curtis and suggested to Crosby, Stills & Nash. Stephen Stills explained, “The Curtis Brothers brought a wonderful song called Seven League Boots, but it drifted around too much. I rewrote a new set of words and added a different chorus, a story about a long boat trip I took after my divorce. It’s about using the power of the universe to heal your wounds. Once again, I was given somebody’s gem and cut and polished it.”

Southern Cross was the result of Stills’ re-write. The song title and lyrics reference the Crux constellation, known as the Southern Cross.

 

FUN FACTS

  • The single was a success on the charts, reaching #18 on the Billboard Hot 100 for three weeks in late November and early December 1982.
  • The song mentions a number of locations that one may visit on a sailing voyage from Southern California to the South Pacific, following the “Coconut Milk Run.”
  • Southern Cross was featured on the band’s Daylight Again album and was released as a single in September 1982.
  • Stephen Stills sings lead vocals throughout Southern Cross, with Graham Nash joining the second verse. Because David Crosby did not reunite with Stills and Nash until the album was well underway, his vocals are not featured on the album version of the song, although he did appear in the video and subsequently sang the song with the group in live performances.

The video for the song, which got heavy play during the early years of the MTV and VH1 cable networks, featured Stephen Stills sailing a large boat (called Southern Cross), intercut with images of the band singing

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Southern Cross

Compiled from Genius Lyrics, Google, Wikipedia, Songfacts.com, Lyric Find, and YouTube.
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