Friday, October 2, 2026

*Book Tour & Giveaway* Tempus Unbound-GUEST POST

 


This hero of legend will encounter a challenge he has never faced before . . . 

present-day New York City.


Tempus Unbound

Sacred Band Series Book 6

by Janet & Chris Morris

Genre: Dark Epic Fantasy Adventure, Mythology

Is this the Lemuria of antiquity, or of times to come? Once you've ridden the storm clouds of heaven from the edge of time, anything is possible. Demonic hordes threaten to destroy the very fabric of time itself. The fate of all humanity rests on the shoulders of Tempus the Black, Favorite of the Storm God. But even this hero of legend will encounter a challenge he has never faced before . . . present-day New York City.

 

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Not one of the hundred pillows in Chiara’s bedroom remained on her bed when the god finally had had enough of the woman who ruled here as Lemuria’s Evening Star. She lay belly down on marble tiles in a slick of oil and wine and surrounded by candles he was quenching, one by one, with his fingers.

His short sword gleamed from the midst of the mess, hair from her body and her head on its blade. He hadn’t done a protracted ritual for the god in a very long time, and Lemuria’s rites rang as ancient and primal as Enlil’s name.

Their tryst had included moments when fear glazed her round, brown eyes, and moments when he felt certain the god overestimated what Tempus’ human flesh could give and hers could accept.

Still, he’d never killed a woman unintentionally, and although she might hurt when passion fled, now she merely lazed, intoxicated, malleable, sated and unresisting in the middle of the floor.

Once he’d snuffed the last candle, she reached for a pillow and propped her chin upon it so she could watch him more easily.

The big bed might have been easier on her, but she and the god had done things by the book. Still on her belly with the pillow under her jaw, she said, “You’ll really go with Rath and Mano into their horrid world tomorrow?”

“You tell me.” He was hunting for his leathers among her pillows.

“Stay here. With me. We could recast the lot. You could be free of your god forever, here. Stay, and you’ll learn of pleasures you never dreamed . . .”

“I’m a fighter, a soldier, a simple mercenary who had the bad luck to fall in with an insatiable god. It’s been so long, I wouldn’t know how to do anything else.”

“You could be the first not to succumb to Lemuria’s legerdemain. Don’t cast a lot, and you’re safe here until you do. We have strife close at hand, should you crave excitement: all the strife of many lands. From here you can help all of humanity — ”

“You must have mistaken me for a politician or a would-be king. I’m not the one to chart any soul’s course. Not after what I did with mine.”

“What do you want, then?”

And Faun’s words came back to him: “Survival, that’s the thing.”




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The Sacred Band of Stepsons series is Homeric and heroic fiction following the exploits of an ancient cavalry unit modeled on the Sacred Band of Thebes. Deftly mixing history, myth, and fantasy, Morris’ Sacred Band of Stepsons live and die in a world where gods are real and magic works — sometimes.

Morris’ accursed cavalry commander, Tempus, first appeared Sacred Band first appeared in the million-selling Thieves’ world shared-universe in 1981. Subsequently, Janet Morris, first alone and subsequently with her husband Chris Morris, take the Sacred Band into their own series of novels, set in the fourth century BCE. Passionate, gritty, lyrical prose and unforgettable characters make this series. Perseid Press Sacred Band novels includes the “Author’s Cut” of the Beyond Sanctuary Trilogy and Tempus, as well as the epic novel The Sacred Band, and The Fish the Fighters and the Song-girl.

 

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Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. Most of her fiction work was in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she also wrote historical and other novels. Morris either wrote, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.

 

Christopher Crosby Morris (born 1946) is an American author of fiction and non-fiction, as well as a lyricist, musical composer, and singer-songwriter. He is married to author Janet Morris. He is a defense policy and strategy analyst and a principal in M2 Technologies, Inc. He writes primarily as Chris Morris, but occasionally uses pseudonyms.

 

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 What is something unique/quirky about you?


We breed Morgan horses. We consult with Morgan breeders to help them choose breeding combinations to achieve a desired result.

We are also song writers; Janet plays bass guitar and Chris sings and plays guitar. We have an album on MCA records. Look for Christopher Crosby Morris on Soundcloud or N1M.com 


Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?


Janet wrote her first book in 1975 and Chris was the first one to read and comment on it. Their marriage survived. A routine emerged where Chris would read aloud all the new drafts and we would make edits on the spot. After a few books Chris’ ideas became frequent enough that we agreed he should have credit for writing, whereas before we had kept separate Janet’s storytelling and Chris’ songwriting. The rest, as they say is history.


Who is your hero and why?


Heraclitus of Ephesus, a pre-socratic philosopher, whose Cosmic Fragments foreshadow our knowledge of reality and how to perceive it. Among his precepts is the statement that change alone is unchanging. We’ve worked Heraclitus’ fragments in here and there throughout our books.


Which of your novels can you imagine being made into a movie?


All of them. We write cinematically, our books are vivid adventures undertaken without knowing the destination.  I, the Sun, The Sacred Band, Outpassage and M.E.D.U.S.A. are particularly suited to film. The Threshold Series is a feast of opportunities for today’s special effects creators.


What inspired you, to write Tempus Unbound?


If you love your character, you often want to see them in unaccustomed circumstances, far from their comfort zones. Tempus surprised us because there is something about him that transcends historical periods, even far future encounters. Across time Tempus remains relevant and even his quirks take on added significance.

Convince us why you feel Tempus Unbound is a must read.


More than a must read, Tempus Unbound was a must write for us. It was time for Tempus to grow as a character and that demands that the reader grow with him. We know from experience that that is what our readers want and we do too.



Who designed your book covers?


Most of our covers, including Tempus Unbound, are realized by Roy Mauritsen, a gifted graphic artist.


Advice to writers?


As for advice to writers, here is all we know: write the story you want to read. Start at the beginning, go to the end, and stop. Seriously. From start to finish you must inhabit the construct in a manner that makes the reader choose to continue; if you, as the writer, can’t feel what it’s like being there, your readers can’t either. So close your eyes, look at your feet where they are standing on the story’s ground; tell me what you see. Tell me what you hear. Ask at the end of each paragraph ‘what happens next?’. If you lose touch with it, wait until you’re back inside it. Tell the story that comes to you, and from you, to me.

 


Thursday, October 1, 2026

*Sales Blitz* When Wishes Bleed

     

Title: When Wishes Bleed
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: YA Fantasy
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Cover Designer: Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services
Publication Date: November 1st, 2019

Blurb: 
One Prince. One Witch. One Fate.

The upheaval in my life began the moment a prince stumbled into my house and asked me to read his fortune. Any other night, I might have made an excuse to get him to leave, but this was no normal visit. My fingers prickled to touch him. So, I granted his request by handing him a single wishbone. When he snapped it, the wish … bled.

Hearing me suck in a shocked breath, he asked what it meant. Such an ominous omen could only mean one thing: his death was imminent. Fate revealed that he wouldn’t die of natural causes. Someone wanted him dead. Stunned by the revelation, the man I now knew as Prince Tauren disappeared into a night I feared he wouldn’t survive. The following day, I received an invitation to the castle. While it seemed the prince believed I could intervene and uncover who was plotting his death, his motives didn’t stop there. I was being summoned to join twelve other women in vying for the opportunity to be his wife and future queen.

Going could mean jeopardizing my plans to reclaim my heritage and resurrect the House of Fate. But staying would guarantee Tauren’s death, and the blood of his wish would be on my hands.






Casey Bond lives on a rural farm in West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. She writes phoenixes – gloriously flawed and morally gray characters that fiercely rise from the ashes of their circumstances. World building is one of her favorite hobbies, along with stamping metal jewelry, swimming, and enjoying the beauty of nature. She thinks thunderstorms are better than coffee and that watching a meteor shower is the closest thing to magic you might ever see. She’s a firm believer that every amazing book needs a world you want to wrap yourself in, a character you want to win, and a love you would fight for. 

 

Casey is the award-winning author of When Wishes Bleed, Gravebriar, and House of Eclipses.

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*Release Blitz & Giveaway* Three Shades called Horace-GUEST POST

 


Three ghosts.

One psychic.

Zero patience for corporate greed.

A hilarious, fast-paced romp through the supernatural underbelly of the Isle of Man!


Three Shades Called Horace

Witchery, Trickery, Love & Serendipity

by Jinx James

Genre: Humorous Paranormal Thriller

 

"delightfully twisted...offbeat supernatural romp" Amazon Review ★★★★★


"A unique and hilarious story with a lot of twists and awesome revenge. I loved the ending!" Amazon Review ★★★★★


They have the magic, the visions, and the afterlife on their side. But will it be enough to stop an ROI Reaper of the airwaves from hostilely taking over their dream?

Their "Super Moon Show" is the viral hit of the year. Too bad the stars are all dead.

Pansy Peonie is a psychic with a problem. Actually, three problems, and they’re all called Horace. As the host of the world’s craziest paranormal livestream, she spends her nights herding her team of opinionated ghosts and her days trying to keep her witch mother from accidentally summoning something worse.

But when you’re the top-rated supernatural show on the internet, you don't just attract spirits—you attract sharks.

Enter Rollo Mansell: a ruthless media mogul who doesn't care about the afterlife unless he can monetise it. He wants the show. He wants the ghosts. And he’s not above using a little corporate necromancy to get what he wants.

Now, Pansy is caught in a high-stakes tug-of-war between the living and the dead. To save her show—and her skin—she’ll have to outmanoeuvre a billionaire, survive a voodoo conspiracy, and figure out if Rollo’s assistant, Max, is actually on her side.

Featuring a new cover and a tighter, more suspenseful edit, this revised edition of Three Shades Called Horace will keep you on the edge of your seat, while laughing uncontrollably.

If you love fast-paced paranormal suspense with sharp wit, mysterious secrets, and un

forgettable characters, dive into the newly polished edition of Three Shades Called Horace ]

 

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    Over on the ever-lovely Isle of Man, it’s turned out to be the most sensational evening. The Three Shades, Horace Flaccus, Horace Walpole and Horace Silver are already there, hovering in the twilight, when PP and Fenella finally arrive on Pansy’s motorbike. They’re late as usual, but The Three Shades don’t seem to mind. After all, they do have all the time in the world, don’t they?

The team is getting together at dusk, at an ancient place where they like to meet when the weather’s nice. It’s in the middle of the most beautiful circle of prehistoric standing stones on the island’s southwest. This mystical place is situated on a remote hillside, one side of which looks across to the mountains and the other down towards the sea.

Hearing the vroom of a hot, racing motorbike heading up the hill towards them, the three ghosts turn their heads expectantly. Pansy, aka PP, parks behind the largest of the enormous stones.

She appears first, walking briskly towards the Three Shades, unbuckling, lifting her helmet off and shaking out her hair. Behind her, Fenella, her older, White witch partner, picks her way over the rough ground.

‘We just have to tell all you Horaces straight away!’ says Pansy, getting excited now. ‘Barrett says the ratings for the last show were amazing!’ she gushes, adding, ‘he even told us they were “Earth-shattering!” she grins.

‘Er, would it be possible for you to explain to us what exactly that means, Ma’am?’ asks the ever-polite Walpole.

 ‘What it means, gentlemen,’ says PP, grinning, ‘is that not only are we already getting a huge worldwide audience, but it’s growing bigger and bigger with every show!’

‘And after the last one,’ Fenella butts in excitedly, ‘we’ve had so many people trying to sign up that Barrett has been overwhelmed. His computers and the social media department can’t cope. He’s having to put on more people every day to handle it!’

‘Yes, but, um, what precisely does all of this mean, Ms Pansy?’ asks Flaccus.

‘Look, I’m sure we explained it to you before, Horace. Don’t you remember? The viewers of our Supermoon show all over the world are also a part of the show, right? They’re active participants with their “Cozmics”, says Pansy.

‘Well, yes, my dear, you certainly did,’ said Flaccus, with that lovely smile of his. ‘But I’m afraid that was the part I could never quite understand,’ confesses the Roman Horace. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he adds, looking seriously embarrassed now.

‘Not to worry at all, Horace,’ says Pansy gently. Flaccus has always been her favourite, even though she always enjoys teasing him.

‘Did you know that on the next show,’ she says, ‘the Supermoon is going to be the closest it’s been to the Earth for sixty-nine years! Yes! And that means that if we can add the viewers’ Cozmics together with all of that extra Moon energy,’ she tells them excitedly, making a fingers-crossed sign.

At that point, Pansy pauses, grins, and says, ‘Well, just try to imagine the power involved!’

‘The technical guys even think we might have enough energy,’ says Fenella, ‘to maybe bring you back in full colour… and all of you at the same time!’

‘All of us in colour…  and at the same time?’ says Horace Walpole, getting really excited himself now.

‘Are you sure?’ says Horace Silver, ‘In full colour?’

‘Absolutely!’ says the by-now almost gushing Fenella! ‘Bye-bye to all that fuzzy black and white stuff, eh?’

They can all feel the excitement rippling the air between them. The psychic, the witch, and the three Horaces gathered in the magic circle of prehistoric standing stones.

‘It’s called “collective mental focus”,’ says PP. ‘And that means that if it all works out, you three guys will materialise as psychic energy through me!’

‘And that’d be sooo cool, baby! Right?’ smiles jazzman Horace Silver.

Fenella grins again and nods; ‘But, how about this? If we can get enough Cozmics from the global audience, all three of you Shades may even seem to fully come back to life for a while!’

This time, all three of them just stand there, totally gobsmacked!

‘Now, nobody is certain exactly what will happen,’ says Fel, ‘but whaddya reckon, gentlemen? Let’s give it a go, eh?’ she gushes.

By now, they’re all totally in love with the idea… and it shows.

‘I’m afraid I still don’t quite understand it,’ Flaccus says to her, almost flapping his toga with excitement, ‘but wouldn’t it be wonderful if it did actually happen? Especially for me after two thousand years in the shade!’

‘Hey, you could even really “Seize the day!” says Pansy!

 

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“It is charming to totter into vogue.”

Horace Walpole

1717-1797

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To celebrate the relaunch of Three Shades Called Horace, the author is having an exclusive giveaway of the supernatural short story The House on Via Magliocco!

The House on Via Magliocco

by Jinx James

Genre: Supernatural Dark Fantasy

 

To be beautiful forever. Would you turn down that offer?

 

A mesmerizing one-hour dark fantasy short read.

Silvia is a top fashion model who lives for the spotlight, but the camera's love is fleeting. When she’s offered a mysterious assignment at the secluded House on Via Magliocco, it feels like the ultimate canvas for her creativity and passion for dance.

But inspiration quickly twists into a feverish obsession.

As the mansion's haunting music bleeds from her dreams into her waking life, Silvia realizes she hasn't just accepted a job—she has stepped into a beautiful trap. The house demands a performance, the wealthy owner demands perfection, and the price of eternal beauty might just be her soul.

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Bestselling dark humor fiction author Jinx James was born in the UK and lives in Australia. He has worked in music and advertising, and has always been fascinated by charisma, satire, and what makes people laugh He used to write comedy sketches for a well-known Australian TV and film star, but that was after he was in the music game, as a performer. Later came writing and producing music for advertising, and for big events like the Sydney Olympics. All that time he was trying his hand at writing fiction, mostly humorous. Eventually it became his new way of living while having fun. He writes under two author names. As Jinx James his dark humor draws on his life in show business. As dog lover Kit James, his Mutt to Megastar series features Elliott, a rescue dog who becomes a TV star.

 

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THE CAST OF CHARACTERS: THREE SHADES CALLED HORACE


The Isle of Man is a mystical island set in the middle of the Irish Sea. It’s where Celtic lore and legends still survive under the protective, misty cloak of the sea God, Manannan.

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ON THE ISLE OF MAN:

The psychic: Pansy Peonie Clutterbuck (née Schenk), also known as PP. She has been a friend of two of the Shades since childhood.


The Witch:     Fenella Maureen Grady (PP’s mother), also a stand-up comic.      


GHOST 1:    Horace (Horatio) Walpole, a witty 18th century novelist and commentator. He coined the phrase “Serendipity”.  


Ghost 2:     Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus), the playful ghost. In the time of Caesar Augustus, he was a Roman poet, satirist, and critic. His most famous line is “Carpe Diem” – Seize the day.


GHOST 3:  The super-cool Horace Silver - American jazz pianist and composer. He also developed a keen interest in spiritualism in the 1970’s. 


THE FINANCIAL CONCEPTUAL ARTIST: Harry Ward Schenk is PP’s father, and like her, a devoted fan of Horace Silver’s music. Harry’s a good man, but with “light fingers”. He’s also a dreamer. 




LONDON:

THE ANTAGONIST: Rollo Peter Mansell, a rapacious media mogul. He uses all the unethical tactics that earned Fleet Street its infamous nickname “The Street of Shame” – ruthless, aggressive behaviour, phone hacking and scandal mongering.


THE WOULD-BE HERO: Max Dalvert is Rollo’s young assistant. Max escapes the awfulness of his job, and of his unscrupulous father, Lord Dalvert of Chase Massingham, to dream of being like his hero, Sir Launcelot. He falls in love with Pansy, the psychic.


SUPPORTING CAST:

ANGELA: She’s a Chinese spy who was embedded in British society. She’s now on the run.  She attended Benenden Boarding School, as did Princess Anne. (Get the picture?) 


LAYA REMOULIAN: a sassy newscaster with a crazy, fake speech impediment. She pronounces her name “Liar”, and Laya is Rollo’s love interest.


TILLY MAMBO: Voodoo Witch and Queen of the Birds, and other surprises; She practices her dark crafts from Haiti.


SIMON VENABLES:  Rollo’s main enforcer. Ex-military, he served in the Falklands War and in Afghanistan.


REEVE DANK: A hit man.


ERIC: Rollo’s Financial advisor.


MARTIN: A brilliant, convicted art forger who’s now going straight!


WILKESY: Max’s best friend and a journalist.


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Wednesday, September 30, 2026

*Book Tour & Giveaway* Why Aurora Ran-GUEST POST

 


Two weeks before her wedding, Aurora Larrimore slapped her wedding planner, punched her florist, stole the florist's van, and drove off.

Is Aurora missing, or is she just gone? Those are two different types of investigations.


Why Aurora Ran

by Nora Kingsley

Genre: Mystery


Two weeks before her wedding, Aurora Larrimore slapped her wedding planner, punched her florist, stole the florist's van, and drove off.

Her family calls her unstable. Melissa "Pissy Lou" Jenkins isn't convinced. A blunt, brilliant skip tracer for the family's law firm, Pissy Lou notices what everyone else misses, and her Tourette's has a habit of announcing exactly what she thinks of the people she questions. She is sent to find Aurora in time to save the wedding, and she starts with the question nobody else asked: is Aurora missing, or is she just gone? Those are two different types of investigations.

Her interviews turn up stories about a controlling mother, a fiancé whose answers don't fit, and a carefully polished lie the whole family seems to be protecting. Before Pissy Lou can find the runaway bride, she has to answer the question at the heart of the case. Everyone involved in the wedding has a theory about Aurora, but Pissy Lou is the only one asking why she ran.


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Chapter 4

Vendors and a Client

 

Pissy Lou was at her desk by eight the next morning. She poured her yellow-orange mug full of iced coffee and opened her notebook to a fresh page. The Larrimore file was open in front of her. She had a list of calls to make before she drove out to Devereaux Heights, where Richard and Celeste Larrimore lived. She had verified information on the people she had intended to talk to the day before.

First on her list was the caterer, a woman named Darlene Puckett who ran the Fork & Flourish out of a commercial kitchen on the east side of town. Ms. Puckett answered on the second ring.

After introductions, Pissy Lou got down to work. “What did you do when Celeste Larrimore called to change the menu for the wedding?

“I told Aurora everything,” Puckett said. She had the tone of a woman who was waiting to talk about this situation. “As soon as I realized what her mother was doing, I called Aurora directly. I did not care whose toes I stepped on. It is her wedding.” She paused. “That woman, Celeste Larrimore, called me four times in two weeks. She wanted to swap out the entire menu. Aurora and Hayes had tasted everything; they’d signed off on a menu, and we had a contract. The menu was set. Then here comes Celeste wanting another tier on the cake, to swap out the wedding topper, and then she wanted chicken marsala and salmon added to the menu. She said Aurora was ‘too informal’ in her choices, like it was a character flaw.” Another pause, a deliberate one. “I have dealt with a lot of difficult mothers of the bride. That woman is in an extra-obnoxious category by herself.”

Pissy Lou thanked her and moved on.

The printer, a slow-talking man who identified himself only as “Bill, from Printed to Perfection,” confirmed the invitation situation, Aurora and Hayes had selected a plain card with an elegant texture, letterpress printing, a classic Garamond font, and wording that named them both first and their parents second. Celeste had called and instructed him to change the wording so that it read: “Mr. and Mrs. Richard Larrimore request the honor of your presence at the marriage of their daughter …” which was not what Aurora had ordered, and not what was on the signed proof. Celeste provided her credit card, so he did a second run with the new wording. He then emailed the new proof to Aurora. She called back and sounded angry. She told him to throw those out, and hoped he still had the original invitations. He did. She also made him promise to call her again if Celeste tried to change them again.

"This happens more often than you might think," Bill said in his deadpan way. "Parents argue about wording. Grandparents argue about wording. I once had a bride's aunt threaten to sue over cardstock. That is why I never throw invitations away until after the wedding. Somebody is always upset about something.”

"Was this unusual?" she asked.

"As I said, no, happens all the time. But this was a bit new, Aurora wanted me to call her personally if her mother contacted me again. I mean the woman got caught the first time. Why would she try it again?”

Pissy Lou’s call to BarbyAnne Knowles, the events coordinator at the wedding venue, was more involved. Aurora and Hayes had booked The Carrington, an estate property outside of town with a bridal ceremony and reception space, gardens, and a catering kitchen. Celeste had called The Carrington and, citing unspecified “concerns,” canceled the booking, then booked a different property, Magnolia Hall, which had a more formal aesthetic. Pissy Lou suspected this site had a greater prestige among the circles Celeste traveled in. Aurora had called The Carrington, discovered the cancellation, and re-booked it immediately.

“I was surprised at how calm Aurora was. If my mother had pulled that on me, I would have been swearing something awful,” BarbyAnne said. “Then she asked that no further changes be accepted from anyone other than herself, and that such changes had to be in writing. I could tell she had thought this out before she called. I have never had another bride who had to ask me to do th Her last vendor call was to Beaufort Bridal, the shop where Aurora's gown had come from. The owner, Serafina Beaufort, ran the store her grandmother had opened and had been dressing Nunenberg brides for over forty years. She remembered the gown without having to look anything up.

"Aurora picked an ivory, sleeveless couture gown, clean lines, no fuss. It had a slightly uneven hem, and ended just above her ankles so she could move easily. It suited her perfectly, and she knew it the minute she had it on. You can always tell," Serafina said. "And she had an eye, that girl. She chose all four bridesmaids' dresses here too — peacock blue, midcalf, with three-quarter sleeves of ivory illusion lace, and little flowers embroidered into the lace in the same blue, so they seemed to bloom right on the skin. Each one was cut a little differently, but you could see at a glance they belonged together. Those women came to their fittings laughing, and every single one asked me if she could wear hers again afterward. In this business, that is the highest compliment there is."

"And the bride's gown?"

"Then the alterations started.” Serafina Beaufort paused before continuing. “Her mother ordered the changes directly, four separate times, and mostly between fittings, so Aurora never saw them coming. Lace sleeves. A higher neckline. Lace layered over the bodice. She addeda train and veil. Mrs. Larrimore was paying for the work, so my hands were tied, but every fitting, that poor girl came in and found less of her own dress waiting for her. At the last one she said something about us turning it into a lacy burka. One of my fitters laughed. I did not."

"Four rounds of alterations," Pissy Lou said. "Is that normal?"

"Honey, in forty years I have taken gowns in, let gowns out, and re-beaded an entire bodice overnight for a bride who changed her mind. I have never un-designed a dress four times for a woman who was not the one wearing it." She paused. "I heard Aurora took the gown with her when she left. Good. She should burn it. I've unpicked a lot of mistakes in forty years, but that gown's got four rounds of her mother sewn in too deep for any seam ripper. Fire's just the last alteration, and it's the only one her mother can't reverse."

"So, you think Aurora intends to burn the dress?" Pissy Lou asked.

"Honey, if that were my dress, I'd pour a can of gasoline on it and strike a match," Serafina said without hesitation.

 




Nora Kingsley lives on Cape Cod in Massachusetts, where the landscape, the weather, and the Atlantic provide a constantly changing backdrop for an active imagination. Why Aurora Ran is Nora Kingsley's debut and the first in the Lou Jenkins mystery series.

A lifelong reader, Nora is happiest wandering through historical fiction, mysteries, science fiction, and fantasy, especially books that offer a compelling world, an intriguing puzzle, or characters worth following well past bedtime. Her interests extend beyond the page to music, movies, cooking, and art, and she has always been drawn to the many different ways people create and tell stories.

She shares her life with the people and animals she loves, an unreasonable number of interests, and the firm conviction that there is always room for another book.

 

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A quick note before I get into Lou’s Tourette’s: she isn’t the first fictional detective to have it. Jonathan Lethem’s Motherless Brooklyn, published in 1999, is an award-winning neo-noir novel featuring private investigator Lionel Essrog, who has Tourette syndrome. It was also adapted into a film starring Edward Norton. I haven’t read the book yet, so Lionel wasn’t an influence on Lou, but I recently got a copy and will be reading it shortly.


When writing about Lou’s Tourette’s, I did my research but I am sure there are things I got wrong. Her mother, Augusta, helped her learn ways to cope with it, but Tourette’s is different for everyone. Sometimes what comes out of Lou’s mouth is coherent and sometimes it isn’t. It’s part of Lou, but it doesn’t define her. In Chapter 3, while interviewing Hayes Merritt, she says something off-color and then thinks: “My apologies. I meant nothing by it. Tourette’s,” she said. I had no idea I was going to say that but I did. Wow. One of the few times I agree with the rando shit that comes out of my mouth. This guy is a damn stinker, as Grandma used to say.


The involuntary swearing associated with Tourette syndrome is called coprolalia, and despite the stereotype often shown in movies and on television, it affects only about 10–15% of people with Tourette’s. Tics can be vocal, such as sniffing, throat clearing, grunting, or words and phrases, or motor, such as blinking, shrugging, twitching, or sudden movements. The tics are involuntary and don’t necessarily reflect someone’s thoughts or beliefs. Some people can suppress them temporarily, but that takes effort and can create a buildup that leads to stronger tics later. 


I explored this in Chapter 6: Celeste Larrimore, when Lou barely makes it back to her car after holding her tics in through a tense interview. Once the door closes, the pressure breaks: she rocks, pounds the steering wheel, and unleashes a string of rhyming insults until she’s nearly crying with relief.