Tuesday, October 25, 2016


Carly's View welcomes writer Nancy Fraser, author of  EYE OF THE PHARAOH.

       ·         What made you decide to become a writer?

Actually, it was decided for me … by a very obstinate muse. I began writing romance on a dare after I stupidly said, “anyone can write one of these” to a co-worker. She dared me to try. Once I had the “bug”, I couldn’t shake it. I’d always enjoyed writing but had concentrated on articles or essays.

      ·         Who are some of your favorite authors and why?

Elizabeth Lowell: Her early Harlequin and Silhouette romances gave me focus. No matter how “category” the story, you always learned something from her books.

Willa Blair: I love her Scottish heroes and writing style.

Linda Lael Miller: Her love scenes are the best!

·         If you could be any character in any book, who would it be and why?

Mandy, the heroine from Elizabeth Lowell’s Chain Lightning. She’s suffered unimaginable loss, yet is resilient beyond belief. Her strength of character is something I’ve always strived to emulate.

·         Do you have any hobbies you would like to share?

Cooking. I love to experiment with different taste. Last fall/winter, I set a goal to make a new, “experimental” soup every week. It was the most fun I’ve had cooking in ages.

·         Tell me about your first kiss? Was it magical or not so magical?

Do you have any idea how long ago that was?? If I remember correctly, it was awkward. We bumped noses at least twice.

·         Do you have another career besides writing? If so, what is it?

After 50+ years in a variety of fields, I no longer work outside my home, but I am a full-time grandmother. All five of my grandchildren live within a 20 minute drive so I spend a good deal of time each week with them, especially the three year old. He’s definitely grandma’s boy.

·         What’s an item on your bucket list that you haven’t done yet?

Riding in a hot air balloon. Oh, and making the NYT Bestseller list.

·         Tell us the best vacation you have ever been on.

Any trip to Las Vegas is a great vacation. I’d wanted to go all my adult life and made my first trip in the fall of 2014. I’ve been back five times since.

·         Where do you find the inspiration for your books?

All over the place. The book I’m working on now was the result of my publisher’s submission call for books where the hero and heroine are “stranded”. I figured the ultimate stranding was Dorothy in Oz, so I’m doing a story titled, Waking Up in Oz and setting it in the mid-1970s.

I’ve also written books based on stories people have shared and items I’ve found stashed away in shoe-boxes. If you have a playful and imaginative muse, you can fashion a romance out of almost anything.

·         Is there anything else you would like to share with your fans?

Every book I write comes from my heart … even the naughty ones. I know some readers prefer to stick to a certain genre while others will read almost any type of romance in search of a happily-ever-after.

Personally, I prefer to read and write across all genres. I jump from one to another with gleeful abandon and follow that fickle (although playful) muse of mine down many a strange road.

I appreciate any reader who takes the time to read my work and would love to connect with them on social media.

Thank you for talking with me today, Nancy.

Want to know more about Nancy and her latest release?

The idea for Eye of the Pharaoh came about following a trip to the Field Museum in Chicago. For the longest time afterward, I couldn’t get the images of ancient Egypt out of my head. Then, out of the blue, I received a gift from a relative who had passed...a gorgeous necklace fashioned like an Egyptian collar. The late relative had no way of knowing about my recent fascination with Egypt so I took it as a sign. There was obviously a story inside me begging to come out.


Publicist Teri Hunter has her hands full promoting Professor Joshua Cain and his new non-fiction book, The Pharaoh’s Mummy. She’s not convinced it’s even possible to turn this absent-minded, modern-day, Indiana Jones into a best-selling author.

Dr. Cain’s PhDs in archaeology and art history have prepared him for almost anything on the lecture circuit and among ancient ruins. He’s just not sure about a book tour...or the sexy publicist sent to monitor his every professional move.

When an odd request falls in their laps while in New Orleans, Josh and Teri find themselves transported to 1920’s Egypt where they must resolve an ancient curse in order to be sent home. Will the dangers facing them hinder their success and threaten their very lives? Or will help from an ancient guardian keep them on-track and safe?


Wake up. Kick ass. Repeat.

Teri Hunter mouthed the motivational phrase she’d chosen for her personal mantra as she stepped across the threshold into the dark and musty storeroom.

A dim light shone from a glass-enclosed workroom in the far corner. Taking a tentative step forward, she faltered when the floorboards creaked beneath her feet. Something fast and furry brushed against her ankle. A shiver ran down her back, yet she fought the urge to retreat.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

This was obviously today’s obstacle. Were it not for her professional commitments and intricately organized schedule, she’d have no doubt bolted for the door and returned to the safety and illumination of the main building.

‘Sorry, but the storage area doesn’t have overhead lighting. Preservation of the antiquities. You understand.’ The dean’s words echoed in her head. To make matters worse, what little outside light there was had become nearly non-existent due to an impending thunderstorm.

Drawing a deep breath, she took a second step and then a third, winding her way past a half-dozen crates, some open, some not. To her left she heard a rustling of paper; to her right the distinct sound of footsteps.

Her apprehension grew, the hair on her forearms stood at attention. She’d barely made it halfway across the room before bumping into something large and solid. Reaching out, she laid her hand against the oversized object. Slowly, she raised her head and came face to face with the painted mask of an Egyptian noble. The chipped finish gave the death mask a deranged look.

“You come here often, big boy?”


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Saturday, October 15, 2016


Today I am interviewing Kat Shaw. Kat is the leading character in MIDNIGHT ANGEL by Tracey A. Wood. Keep reading after Kat's interview to learn more about the book and its author.

After almost losing her life in a vicious, bloody attack. Kat Shaw, a thirty-something, divorcee, discovers that there are such things as monsters. And the predator who attacked her is not human. She starts to develop unusual skills which have murderous consequences. And is an unwilling witness to multiple, brutal murders, seen through the eyes a killer. Thrown into a battle of Good vs. Evil, she falls in love with two men who are not what they seem. While her attacker stalks her and continues to murder the innocent. She has to find the inner strength to take on and fight the demons from hell. To protect her family and friends while also trying to save her own life.  

Hello, Kat and thank you for agreeing to the interview.
Thank you for having me.

How long have you been selling and letting houses?
I have been an estate agent for around eight years.

Why did you buy, Crimson Cottage?
Oh, it was the right price. The work it needs doing, won’t cost too much. It’s far enough from London that it will make a nice weekend retreat. And the views are amazing.

Kat, my next question is about Jonathan. How did you meet?
Jonathan is a sweetie. We first met in school. We became friends some time later. He was bullied by a girl named Donna and her friends, at school. He’s is gay, and they decided to call him names and shout horrible comments after him. It went on for months, and poor Jonathan never retaliated. It escalated, and she started to bang into him when they passed in the hallway. She tripped him up when he walked past her. I bit my lip. I didn’t think he would like it if I said anything. This went on for a few weeks. She wasn’t picking on just him, it was anyone she thought she could intimidate. The day everything came to a head was the day that she had been called into the headmaster’s office. She had dragged a younger girl into the toilet and flushed her head in the toilet. Well her and her cronies. She was livid after the headmaster had torn a strip out of her in his office. She had been put on probation and threatened with stepping out of line one more time, and she would be excluded from school.
When she came out of his office, she was practically breathing fire. Jonathan had been laughing at something one of his friends had said. Donna thought he was laughing at her so she barged up to him and punched him in the face. His nose exploded, and blood flew everywhere.

How awful, poor Jonathan. What happened?
Well, I saw red, and I don’t mean because of the blood. I flew at Donna and took her down. Her so called friends stood watching. She screamed as I reigned punches at her face. She had grabbed my hair, as she tried to get me off. The next thing, I was flying through the air, backward. The teachers had seen what had gone on, and Jonathan had been crying for me to stop. But she got what was coming to her.  I got into trouble, but Jonathan never had any more problems from Donna. She had been excluded.
Jonathan and I, have been friends ever since.

Well, I don’t condone violence, but I also don’t tolerate bullies either.
Yes, I know neither do I, but I don’t like bullies either.

Okay, you were very young when you had David. Who was his father? Was it your ex-husband?
Yes, I was a teenager when I had David, 15 years old. No, my ex-wasn't Davids father. I fell pregnant with David, and the father was my first love, my soul mate. He was a couple of months older than me. Tony was Davids father. He was caring, kind, gorgeous and fearless. He was passionate, strong and we loved each other. He died in a motorbike accident. He was a passenger, and the driver lost control on a wet road. They were both killed, instantly. I never loved anyone like I loved Tony.

Oh Kat, I’m sorry to bring up, sad memories.

This is the last and final question. What are you pet hates?
Oooh, I have a few but the main onse. Firstly, I hate being late and people who are late. It wastes so much time. Secondly, I don’t like high heels. They look lovely on other people but how do they walk in them? Anthying above one and a half inches and I fall off them. Oh tried them. I had this really nice black, peep toe heels. I was out at a night club struting my stuff. There was this georgious guy watching me. You now, smiling and flirting from a distance. I was with a girl friend dancing away, showing off and the next minut, I was flying across the floor. Guess where I landed. Yeah, you got it. Right at the feet of the guy I was eyeing up. I was in agony, lying on the floor. My ankle throbbing. My goodness, I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t get out of there quick enough.

Thank you for answering my questions.

No problem.


I had set my alarm clock so I could get up early in the
morning, to head off to the cottage. Turning off the light and
lying down, I snuggled under the covers.

I was just nodding off when I heard ringing. I hit the
alarm clock, but the noise didn’t stop. Blinking, it dawned on
me that it wasn’t the clock, it was the phone. I jumped up and
answered it before the machine did.

“Kat?” the voice on the other end said.

“Yes?” I didn’t recognize the voice. Who would be calling
at this time of night?

“It’s me, Sam.”

“Oh, hi,” I said, my voice flat.
What does he want?

“I was wondering, do you want to go out on Monday

“Oh, no, I don’t think so.” I tried to think of an

He went quiet, then asked, “Why not?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

As the words left my mouth, I realized I shouldn’t have
said them. I should have thought of something better. I didn’t
know what else to say.

“Oh, so that’s it? You don’t want to see me again, do
you?” I could hear the attitude in his voice.

“No. I think we should call it a day.” The phone went


“That’s about right, you bitch!”

I froze, stunned.

“You lead me on and then dump me, you whore.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My God, where was
the caring man from earlier? The one who had given me his

I slammed the phone down. As I did, I could hear him
shouting and swearing at me. I couldn’t believe my ears.
Wow! I certainly had a narrow escape with him. I’m glad I
didn’t tell him in person.

I was angry, annoyed that I hadn’t retaliated.
He was so nice. Who would have thought he could turn so
nasty? Just wait until I get my hands on Jonathan. I’ll wring
his bloody neck. What was he thinking, introducing me to a

I made sure all the windows and doors were locked and
finally went to bed.

I dreamt about the man on the rock. It was different this

The nameless vision of masculine beauty watched the water
bubble and swirl as it flowed past him. He turned his head in
my direction and smiled. There was something wrong with his
eyes. They were not the beautiful blue eyes I loved so much.
They were yellow! He glanced back at the stream and my gaze
followed his. I looked back to where he stood and took a step
forward. He wasn’t there! My heart sank.
Where had he gone?

I scanned the area but he was nowhere to be seen. I heard
a noise above me and saw a large bird flying high in the sky.
It swooped toward the stream and took off into the woods.
Where did he go? He was there one minute and gone the next. I
had just plucked the courage up to speak to him and he’d

Damn it!


Tracey A Wood has lives in Staffordshire, in the United Kingdom. She has been married for over thirty years and has two children. One of her boy’s lives at home due to being disable the other has flown the coup. She has three cats that are her babies, and she talks to them all of the time. Funny thing is they don’t answer back.
She loves snowboarding, skiing, jumping out of aeroplanes and bungee jumping. Well, that is when other people are doing them. She prefers to have her nose in a book or writing one. She also loves to people watch which her husband is always telling her to stop doing. She has a job that she enjoys and works full time. Although if she won the lottery, that might change! She has also got a very good imagination.
In 2014, she decided to take the bull by the horns and send her manuscript to Soul Mate Publishing. She feels so privileged to have her book published, as this is the first one that she has written. It has made her dream of being a published author a reality. Life really is too short to wait, you’ve got to go for it. She is still working full time and is also working on another book in her limited spare time.  Her favourite saying is ‘Everything happens for a reason’ which she also believes is true.
Her books are fast paced and centred on a female lead who finds an inner strength after being thrown into situations that are beyond her control.


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Book Review: Souls Estranged by Anne B. Cole

Today, I am reviewing book two in Anne B. Cole's time travel series, Souls Estranged. This is the followup to book one in the series, Souls Entwined. While it is helpful to have read the first book and downright enjoyable, it is not necessary to read it prior to Souls Estranged.

Sam and Gretta are back from their time travel adventure from Souls Entwined. Sam remembers everything about their trip, but Gretta remembers very little. Upon their return, Gretta realizes those she loves, including Sam, will never be safe from the curse of her families ring. She runs off to protect everyone, but Sam vows to track her down and bring her back. Unbeknownst to Gretta, a serial killer has targeted her for his next victim. 

Anne B. Cole weaves a tale of suspense and romance. I love the relationship between Sam and Gretta. I like the mystery of the cursed ring and the suspense of the cabin in the woods. I thoroughly enjoyed the time travel aspect from the first book, but truly enjoyed Sam and Gretta staying in the present in this book. The book is riveting and promises to keep you up all night reading it. I am anxiously waiting for the third book in this wonderful series.

Want to know more about this series? Read on for a blurb from Souls Entwined and Souls Estranged:


When a cursed family heirloom sends Gretta Dobbs back in time, a hunky construction worker, Sam Daggett, suddenly finds himself love struck and joins her adventure. Their souls entwine within the bodies of young lovers on a Greek island in 1829, where they begin to unravel the mysteries behind Gretta’s ring all while avoiding a bloodthirsty pirate who is determined to seek revenge. Gretta and Sam must find the secrets needed to save her and her relatives from an afterlife in purgatory and return to their own lives—or risk becoming prisoners of the past, continuing the evil cycle of the ring’s curse.


Back from their adventures in Souls Entwined, Sam Daggett begins a new relationship with Gretta Dobbs, whose memories of their time traveling experience have been erased. Determined to never leave her again, Sam vows to help Gretta, despite the bad luck curse on her heirloom ring. Within hours of their return, tragedy strikes.

As Sam becomes the third victim of the bad luck curse, Gretta’s memories of her time spent in the past begin to return. Unable to remember more than snippets, she realizes that anyone close to her is in grave danger. In order to keep Sam and her family safe, she flees in the middle of the night.

Finding the perfect summer job in the back hills of Virginia, Gretta unknowingly crosses paths with a serial killer. With guidance from their ancestral spirits, Roxana and Katarina, Sam desperately attempts to find Gretta before the curse strikes again.





A lover of the outdoors, gardening, and camping (who recently found out she is allergic to bee stings and poison ivy), ANNE B. COLE perseveres in her passions.

With an Education degree from Penn State University, Anne began her teaching career in elementary schools. Living in Indiana with her husband of 23 years and three very active teens, she teaches preschool and writes Supernatural Suspense with a touch of Romance.

Anne began writing four years ago when she realized she didn't have a book to read during a very long swim meet. With over ten hours of sitting in the stands, she decided to make the best of it and flipped over the heat sheet. Ideas for characters and the story poured out and the outline of SOULS ENTWINED was born. Anne's writing hobby turned into an addiction!
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