WWBC #15: TV Shows I Binge Watch(ed)

 Hello All ! I hope this post finds you well.

I am excited to post about the shows that I binge watch(ed). 

In no particular order:

• Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D (once network now Netflix)
• Derry Girls (Netflix)
• Schitts Creek (via Netflix)
• The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (Amazon)
• Lucifer (not sure if it's a good idea considering the main character)
• Miranda (via Hulu)
• Rush (via Amazon)

I'm curious. Would the variation in show genres say something about my personality?

This post didn't turn out exactly how I would have liked, but until next time...

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Excerpt Tour: She's the One Who Cares Too Much

 

She's the One Who Cares Too Much 

(Book Two of the War Stories of the Seven 

Troublesome Sisters) 

by S. R. Cronin

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GENRE: Historical Fantasy 

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BLURB:

Coral, the second of seven sisters, has been hiding her affair with the perfect man until her older 

sister can get her life together. But the perfect man is getting impatient and now she’s gotten 

pregnant. Coral decides it’s time to consider her own happiness.

But what does she want? The perfect husband turns out to be less than ideal. She adores the 

small children she teaches but the idea of being a mother fills her with joy. Meanwhile, her 

homeland is gripped by fear of a Mongol invasion and she can’t stop crying about everything 

now that she’s with child.

Then a friend suggests the ever-caring Coral possesses a power well beyond what she or 

anyone else imagines. Does she? And why is the idea so appealing?

When Coral’s big sister loses faith in the army and decides to craft a way to use magic to save 

Ilari from the Mongols, she decides Coral’s formidable talent is what the realm needs. Can Coral 

raise a baby, placate an absent military husband who thinks he’s stopping the invasion, and 

help her sister save her homeland?

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Two of the children tried to climb onto my lap as I set on the bench after I arrived. Other 

teachers had told me not to be so affectionate with them, but I thought my little kindnesses did 

more good than harm. They always minded me, despite my softness to them.

Sitting on the bench I realized how much I didn’t want to quit my job. What a shame I had to 

choose between teaching, a thing I loved, and having a husband. Yet, everyone expected a new 

wife to move to her husband’s nichna and care for him. Particularly a pregnant wife. 

As Chessa, one of my favorites, snuggled in next to my hip, something else sunk in. If I wanted, 

I could have a daughter like her. Soon. I was surprised by how happy the idea made me.

The girl took my fingers in her two little hands and played with them as she spoke. 

“Miss Coral,” she said. “I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

I sat with Chessa warm against my side, her words warming me on the inside as well. I knew 

plenty of women who’d stopped a pregnancy they’d discovered this early, and I could easily do 

the same. The Velka had their ways. But as I put my hands over my belly, cradling what had 

begun, I knew I wanted the baby that could grow inside me. I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to 

be one now.

It would be easier if I married Davor. He’d be a fine father and provider. 

So, that settled it. Tonight, I’d tell my parents everything. 

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Author Bio:

Sherrie Cronin is the author of a collection of six speculative fiction novels known as 46. 

Ascending and is now in the process of publishing a historical fantasy series called The War 

Stories of the Seven Troublesome Sisters. A quick look at the synopses of her books makes it 

obvious she is fascinated by people achieving the astonishing by developing abilities they barely 

knew they had.

She’s made a lot of stops along the way to writing these novels. She’s lived in seven cities, 

visited forty-six countries, and worked as a waitress, technical writer, and geophysicist. Now she 

answers a hot-line. Along the way, she’s lost several cats but acquired a husband who still loves 

her and three kids who’ve grown up just fine, both despite how odd she is. 

All her life she has wanted to either tell these kinds of stories or be Chief Science Officer on the 

Starship Enterprise. She now liv writes in the mountains of Western North Carolina, 

where she admits to occasionally checking her phone for a message from Captain Picard, just in case. 

Author Blog.       

Giveaway

Book Blast: Ellerslie

 

 GENRE: Paranormal/Historical/Mystery

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BLURB:

Did you know author F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda lived in a haunted house?

It’s the Jazz Age, it’s Prohibition and aviator Charles Lindbergh is the most famous person in 

America. Author F. Scott Fitzgerald rents a mansion in Edgemoor, Delaware called Ellerslie 

hoping for a quiet retreat so that he can write his next novel following The Great Gatsby.

April Ross, the first and only female history major at the University of Delaware, is 

commissioned by the owner of Ellerslie to research the estate’s history for a potential sale. At 

least, that’s what April is told. In the days ahead, April’s historical research uncovers Ellerslie’s 

former owners dating back to 1810. She interacts with the Fitzgeralds, yet endures unexplained 

occurrences and visits by an unknown woman. Against her better judgement, April eventually 

accepts that the woman is a ghost and realizes that her true purpose is to find out who this 

woman is, or was, and what happened to her in real life. 

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Excerpt:

The door had swung violently away from April and slammed shut. 

“How did that happen?”

Nobody closed the door, nor did she feel a gust of wind. It would take a strong wind to close the 

heavy door. So how had it shut on its own?

April cautiously turned the metal door latch and peeked into the hall. She looked left. She looked 

right. Nobody was present. She glanced across the way and might’ve suspected the maid

Elena, but the maid was busy rehanging Zelda’s clothes. So without a logical explanation for 

what happened April had no choice except to shrug it off and close the door. 

April stripped to her slip and turned the handle to the sink’s hot water facet. The plumbing made 

a low rumbling noise for a couple of seconds before rust-colored water spilled out. April wasn’t 

alarmed. The same discoloration happened at her family home. And like home, she waited a 

few seconds for warm and clear water to appear. 

She grabbed a bar of Pear’s soap already at the sink and started to wash her hands when a 

familiar aroma struck her nose.

Lavender? 

April knew the fragrance well. It was her mother’s favorite. Mama rubbed the oil on her face and 

hands in the belief that it calmed the skin and reduced wrinkles.

Something flashed in the mirror. 

Like the sensation of being watched, April felt someone, or some-thing stood near, very near. It 

was close enough to give her goosebumps on her arms and raise the hair on the back of her 

neck. 

Squeak.

There was a clawfoot tub in the back half of the bathroom. The hot and cold-water valves were 

turning on their own. 

Splash. 

Water shot from the two spigots. 

April’s eyes bulged. “Sweet Jesus.” 

She hurried to the tub, shut off the flow, and then stared dumbfounded at the draining water. 

Her heart pounded as she scratched her head and wondered out loud. “How did that happen? 

What’s going on?”

Tink.

A tiny crack developed on the upper right corner of the mirror. 

April sucked in air and watched in disbelief as a jagged fissure slowly spread diagonally across 

the mirror, about to split the glass in two. 

Smash! 

April ducked and covered her head as the mirror shattered and shards of glass clinked into the 

porcelain sink and scattered onto the tile floor. 

When she raised her head, April stared at the glassless frame awestruck and bewildered. 

“Sweet Jesus, it really happened. I didn’t imagine it. It’s not a delusion.”

April then experienced a paralyzing fear as she felt something like fingertips caress the back of 

her neck. 

“Elena!”

Author Bio:

Raised in Newark, Delaware, William spends his days working in Corporate America and writing 

about the First State. He achieved a Masters Degree in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill 

University, but also writes non-fiction. Through Arcadia Publishing he has produced 5 books 

related to Delaware: The DuPont Highway, Along the Kirkwood Highway, Along the Christina 

River, Building Interstate in 95 in Delaware and Newark Then & Now. Fiction titles include: A 

Life Told to None, The Umpire, Seacrest, and the five-star The Katie Dugan Case. Whether his 

books are fact or fiction, William hopes to entertain as well as inform and leave the reader with a satisfying experience.

GIVEAWAY 

William Francis will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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As the music starts, the double doors open into the huge hotel ballroom. The first set of dancers flows into the room, following one after another while leaving the appropriate amount of space between them. Closing my eyes for a moment, I allow the music to filter through my subconscious and ease away any nervousness or fear. I open my eyes and watch as my sister’s arms flow out to the sides. I mimic her position and follow her in.
Every so often we spin, swaying our arms and skirts, and make exaggerated hip movements along with the music.
Suda Kaye leads to me the right side of the room where I can see her zeroing in on a table with a man with long, dirty-blond hair who only has eyes for her. I glance down at the floor to ensure I haven’t hit my mark yet. I follow until she stops right in front of Camden’s table. I work around a table wedged in between a group of four. She nods at me and I stop on the X.
The music changes and I watch as Suda Kaye lifts her arms and starts the routine I’ve had memorized since I was a child. It’s one we were taught by our mother long ago. It comes to me on autopilot and I get into the music, drop my hips and use the cymbals to accentuate the beats and flow.
I’m having a blast and lose myself to the music. I do a series of hip rolls and spin around to face the other two tables. My breath is knocked right out of my chest as my gaze connects with the coal-black eyes of the only man I’ve ever wanted more than anything.
Milo Chavis.
Swallowing down the surprise I feel, I keep up the dance. Only this time, I feel as though I’m dancing for an audience of one.
His dark gaze leaves mine to slowly track up and down my body. It’s like a featherlight caress I can almost feel from beaded sandaled feet, along my bare legs and gyrating hips, up and over my working abdominal muscles and rolling shoulders. I arch my back and thrust my chest forward as I bend back and forth.
Since I know this dance well, I can take in every inch of his masculine form. He has pitch-black hair that’s parted perfectly down the center and tied tight at the nape of his neck. I know he usually fastens it with leather bands at intervals down his back. His jaw and cheekbones could have been chiseled in stone by Rodin himself they are so defined. His eyebrows are black slashes above his dark eyes and his skin tone is a toasted brown that reminds me of the desert hills on the reservation when they are shaded from the sun at dusk. He’s wearing a black suit with a crisp white dress shirt underneath. At his neck is an intricate bolo tie made of black leather. Twisted rope strings hang down his massive chest; an etched medallion at his strong throat has a thumbprint-size turquoise stone in the center.
One hundred percent Native American.
One hundred percent man.
One hundred percent beautiful.
One hundred percent never meant to be mine.

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She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she's not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her "soul sisters," or with her nose stuck in a steamy romance novel.

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In high school, I was the bubbly cheerleader and he was the quiet debate guy I didn’t even know existed.

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Fifteen years later, he’s back in my life. He wants to apologize and explain. He wants to prove he’s a better man now.

All I want is to resist.

But there’s something about him… the way his gorgeous gray eyes see me like I’m the only woman in the room, the way he ignites a fire that burns only for him, the way he knows what I need even before I do.

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It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy.
I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.

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