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Afraid of ghost? #MFRWhooks


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A Perfect Getaway by Lynn Chantale

Hoping to rekindle the sizzle in their marriage, Harmony Evans plans a romantic getaway. A secluded cabin at Juniper Lake resort is the perfect place to seduce his wife and if he can get in a little ghost hunting, even better.

Jade is more than happy to spend the weekend getting reacquainted with Harmony, without the ghosts, but when their cabin appears haunted and the spectral inhabitants shoves their belongings to the door, she figures it’s time to leave.

No one told them Juniper Lake had a sordid past complete with a serial killer and its own host of earthbound spirits. When the other guests begin to die, the best they can hope for is to survive the night. With a sadistic killer on the loose and bodies piling up, romance will take a backseat to murder.


“It’s haunted.”

Conversation around the large table ceased and all eyes turned to the middle-aged man speaking. His wavy brown hair was riddled with gray, and his eyes were warm and intelligent.

“Professor?” This was from a redhead with way too much cleavage and not enough clothes.

“You heard me, Amber. These grounds are haunted. A grisly murder occurred in the late 1800s and well, from all accounts the souls of the victims never moved on. Staying to either help or harm the occupants of this establishment,” the professor explained.

Harmony raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jade. She shifted in her seat, lowering her spoon to the table.

“Was the murderer ever caught?” This was from a light-skinned boy with a high afro, giving him the appearance of one of those troll dolls from her childhood.

The professor dabbed his mouth with his napkin, leaning back in his chair, almost as if he were pleased with the turn of the conversation.

If his explanation could clarify some of the strange things going on in the cabin, well, she was willing to listen. Jade studied the occupants at the table. Only one other man was present. He wasn’t quite old but he didn’t have the fresh-faced glow of youth either. He hadn’t spoken much, but had more or less watched the others just as she was doing.


The man on her left perked up, giving the professor his full attention. Jade studied the tight set of his jaw. Despite his apparent affability, tension seemed to flow from him. She moved closer to Harmony.

“Are the cameras in place for tonight’s dead time?”

“Dead time?” Harmony said.

She nudged him.

“Yes. The time between two and four or usually three in the morning,” Tyrese answered. His voice was pitched low, causing the listener to lean toward him to hear. Whether this was deliberate or not Jade didn’t like it. Why didn’t the man just speak up?

“We’ve found that’s the time earthbound spirits are most active,” the professor added. “You are more than welcome to join us. There are plenty of monitors to keep an eye on things.”

“How will you know if something is there?” This time Jade glared at her husband. He reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m curious.”

She huffed and resumed eating her soup. Not that she wasn’t curious as well, there was just something about this entire group that seemed a little off to her. They seemed a little too cheery, a little too solicitous.

“The owner, our lovely hostess, Sela, has reported cold spots in different rooms or cabins. Items being moved from one end of the room to the other, has even noted laundry being folded. While she finds this to be a fantastic plus, it can be a little disconcerting.”

A chuckle went around the table, but Jade only felt a chill wiggle down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end. She glanced around and got the distinct impression that someone was watching her.

Low rumbling overhead accompanied the flicker of lights. Jade clutched Harmony’s hand.

“Nothing like a little ambience to go along with a ghost story.” Tyrese chuckled. “Are you afraid of ghosts, Jade?”

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Friend or Foe #MFRWauthor

Ah social media. 


An entity to bring the world closer and yet keep us apart. Where else can you share a cute little snippet of your day and have friends, as well as complete strangers, like, share or comment.


Some of us are old enough to remember floppy discs and DOS. Better yet MySpace. Remember when Myspace was all the rage? Then Facebook came on the scene. I was just getting the hang of MySpace when it seemed all the friends I’d acquired on there were jumping ship to FB. Then came Twitter, Pinterest Snapchat, Instagram and guess what now you’re glued to your phone to find the next trending topic.


For a writer, social media can be a great tool to get the word out on a new release, an upcoming appearance or in my case, soapbox rants. 🙂 But social media can be a foe as well.

I know you’ve heard the debate that social media is crippling the younger generation’s ability to interact face-to-face. Why pick up the phone and dial to converse with someone when you can express yourself in memes and emojis?


Not only does it affect interpersonal skills, but it has the potential to waste time. 


How much work and productivity is lost from viewing someone else’s live stream, or to try the newest internet challenge (cinnamon anyone?) or just posting to keep your own feed at the top of the list. Anybody still playing Yoville or Candy Crush or FarmVille or whatever the newest game is? One of the worst parts of social media is how some think it’s okay to be cruel and say things they would never say to you if you were standing right in front of them.


There are some good things about social media. 


In emergencies, such as natural disasters or locating missing loved ones, people have been found or are able to check in and let their loved ones know they are safe.


Social media can be used to brighten someone’s day…I know I like seeing all those birthday wishes, how about you?


Social media has been used to bring awareness to topics one might not normally see in regular media.


Social media in and of itself isn’t a good or bad thing. It’s how it’s used which makes it a friend or foe.



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The Bear Hug Challenge. #MFRWhooks

Benjamin Douglas or Sir Casanova had a reputation to live up to, known for tossing roses to beautiful women in the audience and stealing a smooch or two on the way in or out of the ring, well its all part of the act. Many believe the hype of his philandering when he’s away from his 10 y/o daughter, including his next door neighbor Serena Jameson.  


Serena Jameson has had a crush on the single dad since she saw him tumbling with his daughter in the backyard, but she knows his altar ego is a playboy, yet her heart tells her it’s all an act. After he treats his daughter like the treasure she is, still Serena can’t get past the womanizing image. Yet she gives him a chance.


When an unexpected visitor emerges from Ben’s past the challenges faced will put their relationship to the test. Will the couple have a chance to endure to the last bell or will one tap out before the match has even begun? 


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“Is he really going to take the challenge?” Becca whispered, eyes wide.

“What challenge, honey?”

“The Bear Hug Challenge. My dad’s never done one before and, well, Grizzly wrestles big black bears up north in the forests somewhere. I don’t want him to hurt my dad.”

Serena bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. She knew most of the moves and holds didn’t hurt, but accidents did happen. “Did your dad talk to you before the match?”

A quick nod set the riot of sandy curls into motion.

“Then you know Grizzly won’t really try to hurt your dad.”

Becca’s shoulders met her ears, then sagged as she blew out a breath. “Okay. Just checking. I worry about him.”

She squeezed the girl’s shoulder. “I understand.”

The two men circled one another before grappling, ending in a collar and elbow tie up, one hand on the back of the neck while the other gripped the elbow. Casanova wiggled free and twisted Grizzly’s arm behind his back, then ran him into one corner of the ring. Once there he hopped on the second rope, still holding the man’s arm, viciously twisting until Grizzly howled.


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