Curl Up with a Book Month Giveaway ~ N. N. Light’s Book Heaven


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There’s nothing quite so cozy as curling up with a good book, especially at this time of year. N. N. Light’s Book Heaven has a fantastic giveaway this month with more than thirty prizes: new releases, backlist titles, and gift cards. You might even win my new release, Trip the Light Phantasmic.

Check out all the prizes here. If there’s a particular one you want, be sure to mention it when entering the giveaway here. Good luck, and have a magical holiday season! 🙂



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Today’s the day! Trip the Light Phantasmic is now out and about, and I’m so excited about this new series. I hope you have as much fun reading the book as I had writing it. N. N. Light’s Book Heaven is spotlighting it here. In addition, author Anastasia Abboud interviewed me, not only about this new release but about writing in general. Check out her feature here.

Once again, here’s the blurb:

Gwyneth Camm has just inherited her great-aunt’s house in Salem, Massachusetts, along with an extensive collection of gothic romance novels. As a PhD student who prefers “serious” books, Gwyn has always avoided pulp fiction. Now, in honor of her beloved Aunt Ethel, she gives one of the gothics a try…and promptly falls asleep.

When she wakes, she finds herself inside the story, thrust by forces unknown into the heroine’s role. There’s magic afoot, and the only way back to her own life is to play her part and solve the mystery.

When fiction becomes fact, anything can happen…

I shared an excerpt a couple of days ago, but here’s another peek at the story:

The down comforter’s gentle weight soothed my tired frame. My thoughts drifted, and I hovered on the edge of sleep.


I lurched upright. The nightlight’s glow bathed the room in blue. I was alone, and all was still.


A door slam? Possibly. The noise came from downstairs, toward the back of the house. The library.

Frowning, I slipped out of bed. I tiptoed down the stairs, avoiding the spots that creaked the most. When I reached the bottom, I peered down the hall. A sliver of light spanned the width of the wooden floor. Its source was the library, whose door was ajar. I distinctly recalled turning off that light and leaving the door fully open before heading upstairs for the night.

My heart beat faster. Doors didn’t close themselves. Neither did lights switch themselves on. There must be an intruder.

With haste and not a little horror, I checked the front door, then the back. Both were still locked. Hmm. Okay.

I crept to the library and paused outside it. The silence within was absolute.

Only one choice led to an answer. Here goes nothing. I held my breath and peeked inside. The room appeared to be empty, apart from Aunt Ethel’s legion of books, her comfy chair, the large antique table she’d used as a desk, and…

A single paperback, lying in the center of the wide-plank floor.

“Where did you come from?” Obviously, from one of the built-in bookcases. But who placed it there?

I entered the room and approached the rogue book. Crouching, I picked it up. Then I stood and examined the cover. A scantily clad, windblown woman fled a dark, looming house. The title read Thornehaven.

A gothic, the genre Aunt Ethel preferred above all others. She had hundreds of them, from different periods, but the majority were published in the 1960s and ʼ70s.

My lips curled into a reminiscent smile. How many times had she sat snug in that chair, devouring one of these novels? Too many to count. I often kept her company, ensconcing myself at her desk to work on jigsaw puzzles.

Words I’d spoken as a teenager echoed in my mind. “But Aunt Ethel, you’re an English lit professor. Why are you reading gothic pulp fiction?”

She gave as good as she got. “You love gothic architecture and solving puzzles. Why aren’t you reading it?”

It was a fair question. I told her I preferred “serious” books and fitting together real-life clues: events which orchestrated key moments in history; the links between different languages, alive and dead; and the ultimate linguistic puzzle of how the human mind stored and computed all language. I joked with her about the tendency of gothic covers to feature a damsel in distress wearing a flowing gown of some sort. I was no doomed heroine, quivering with need for a man to come and rescue me. Not then and definitely not today.

I glanced down at my current attire. But I am running around in the middle of the night, wearing a nightgown. Grinning, I shook my head. She should see me now.

My right arm began to tingle. The sensation crept down to my fingers and up my neck to the right side of my face. Slowly, I turned my head in that direction. If I didn’t know better, I’d think…

“Aunt Ethel?”

I felt half-foolish, half-hopeful that she stood there beside me, vying with the material world for my attention. Had she slammed the door and moved the book?

I cleared my throat. “I don’t know if you’re actually here or I’m imagining things, but what’s the deal with this book?” A new thought hit me. “Don’t tell me you’re still trying to get me to read gothics, even in the afterlife.” Again, I shook my head. “Nah, that would be crazy.”

A delicate, floral scent filled my nostrils. Lavender! She’d always used lavender soap.

“Oh my God. Is it really you?” Hot tears pricked my eyes. “I miss you so much. I…” A lump formed in my throat, but I pushed through the emotion. “All right. Have it your way. If you’re so determined I read this, I’ll do it.”

I sniffled. The lavender scent was gone, as was the tingling sensation. She’d made her point, and I’d made a promise. Done and done. With book in hand, I settled onto the cushioned chair and heaved a weary sigh. “Only for you, Aunt Ethel.”

I inspected the back-cover copy. “Linda Brett had come to Thornehaven to do a job, but the old house harbored secrets…and murder.”

It had potential. More of the plot waited below, but I decided to ignore it and let said “secrets” unfold in their own time. A lion’s yawn escaped me as I flipped the book back over and opened it. According to the copyright page, Thornehaven was published in 1966. The musty smell and yellowed pages confirmed it.

Yawning again, I turned to the first page of the narrative. How much I read, I can’t recall, but no more than a few paragraphs. Fatigue set in fast, crossing my eyes and tempting me toward sleep.

The next thing I knew, I stood on a sloping lawn in front of a Gothic Revival mansion hewn from somber gray stone. The place was massive and imposing, with numerous turrets and classic Gothic tracery, and it perfectly matched the description I’d read moments before. According to the story, the expansive property sat on the Hudson River in upstate New York.

Is this a dream? If so, it was more vivid than any I’d ever experienced. The faint, smoky trace of a bonfire haunted the air. The trees flanking the property displayed the red, orange, and yellow leaves of fall. They flaunted their bright colors in seeming defiance of the leaden sky, rustling in the chill wind which grazed my cheeks and raised goose bumps on my legs.

My legs. Why are they colder than the rest of me? I looked down, and the answer was clear. Apart from two charcoal gray suitcases, one on either side, only pantyhose shielded my limbs, which were thinner than they should be.

Whose legs are those? And what the hell am I wearing? An open coat revealed a blue knit suit whose skirt fell just short of my knees, and I wore matching, low-heeled shoes. I was a walking—well, standing—tribute to the mid-1960s. Wait a minute. That’s what the protagonist wore in the book.

And what did she do next? She picked up her luggage and proceeded to the manor’s entrance. I might as well do the same.

The suitcases were heavy, more substantial than a dream should allow. What does she have in these things? Slabs of granite?

As I lumbered forward, the front door opened to reveal a tall, thin, thirty-something woman in a black dress. Her short, dark hair had petal-shaped layers, giving the overall “do” the semblance of an artichoke. She looked me up and down and attempted a smile, then abandoned the effort. “Miss Brett, I presume? Welcome to Thornehaven.”

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Thank you for your interest and support. Have a great weekend! 🙂



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Good morning! N. N. Light’s Book Heaven has already featured some wonderful titles in their 2022 Holiday Gift Guide, and there are more to come! Today’s guide is for mystery lovers, and my upcoming release, Trip the Light Phantasmic, might be just what you’re looking for. Check it out here!

Only two more days until the worldwide release of the book! Here’s a first look inside it:

I stepped out into the crisp, fresh air of an autumn evening and inhaled deeply. To my eyes—and lungs—the terrace was Heaven, illuminated by electric lights whose glow reached partway down a wide stone staircase. Darkness hid the rest of the grounds and whatever else lay beyond.

I turned to my savior as he closed the doors to the dining room. “How can I thank you enough?”

“By telling me the real reason why you wanted to leave.” He closed the distance between us. His broad shoulders looked sturdy, dependable.

“I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“I still want to know.”

“I’m sensitive to cigarette smoke. I was okay with it for a while, but then I had to get out of there.”

He performed a little smile. “You sound just like…”

I held my tongue, expecting him to elaborate, but the wait was wasted. “You were saying…”

He shook his head as though shaking off a memory. “Never mind. Why didn’t you tell the truth?”

“I didn’t want to seem rude. But I suppose I did anyway.”

“You’ll have to forgive Mother. She’s had her share of tragedy.” He took a deep breath, then sighed. “She was once a prima ballerina…world-famous. Until she married my father. They were happy for a time. Then she had an accident and was paralyzed from the waist down.”

“How horrible.”

He nodded. “Being confined to a wheelchair is…difficult for her, perhaps harder than for most.”

Out of nowhere, an icy gust swiped me. I shivered and rubbed my bare arms.

“You’re cold.” He removed his jacket and placed it around my shoulders. Though haunted by the smell of smoke, it infused me with his warmth and an odd sense of intimacy. He lingered behind me.

“Thank you.” Twisting around, I looked up into his finely chiseled face and detected a hint of interest.

His pupils expanded. “It’s the least I can do.”

Oh yeah? What more could you do if I let you? Best not to think about that.

A slight movement at one of the windows caught my eye. Penny, the maid, watched us from inside the house. Before I could acknowledge her presence, she dropped the curtain, hiding herself from view.

Okay. That was interesting.

Edgar followed my gaze. “What is it?”

“We had an audience.”


“Penny was watching from that window.” I pointed to the one in question.

“Ah, Penny. I’ve known her a long time, and she’s a curious girl. Of course, it wouldn’t surprise me if she had company.”

I turned to face him. “Meaning?”

“This house has many eyes, and they’re always watching. You’d do well to remember that.”

Dude, you just upped the creep factor by half. “I’ll try.” I doffed his jacket and handed it back to him. “Thanks for this. I’m going now.”

“Where to?”

“My room. I know it’s early, but—”

“You’ve had a long day.”

You have no idea. “Yes. Should I go back through the dining room?”

“Better not. Roland will still be smoking. Go through the drawing room, over there.” He indicated the other set of French doors. His eyes held understanding, and if I wasn’t mistaken, regret. “Good night, Gwyn.”

“Good night.”

That’s all for now. Have a beautiful Wednesday! 🙂

Gobble Up Books Giveaway ~ THE NOVELS OF RAVENWOOD


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Feast on this incredible event hosted by N. N. Light’s Book Heaven! New releases and wonderful backlist titles (e-copy and audiobooks) gathered for one spectacular giveaway, which you can check out here.

You can even enter to win an e-copy of my entire medieval romance/time travel series, The Novels of Ravenwood. That’s five free books!

If there’s a particular prize you’d like to win, be sure to mention it when entering the giveaway here. Good luck!

2022 Holiday Gift Guide ~ N. N. Light’s Book Heaven


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Need a hand with holiday shopping this year? I’ve teamed up with several award-winning/bestselling/top-rated authors of varied genres to bring you the ultimate holiday gift guide for any booklover. The best part: it’s an online store. Scroll away and do all your holiday shopping in one place. Who knows? You might even find a few books you’d enjoy for yourself. More titles will be added throughout the month.

Happy shopping, and happy November! 🙂

TRIP THE LIGHT PHANTASMIC ~ Available for Preorder!


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Good morning! I have great news: my gothic paranormal mystery, Trip the Light Phantasmic, is now available for preorder on Amazon. The official release date is November 11, 2022, but in the meantime, here’s the scoop on the story:

Gwyneth Camm has just inherited her great-aunt’s house in Salem, Massachusetts, along with an extensive collection of gothic romance novels. As a PhD student who prefers “serious” books, Gwyn has always avoided pulp fiction. Now, in honor of her beloved Aunt Ethel, she gives one of the gothics a try…and promptly falls asleep.

When she wakes, she finds herself inside the story, thrust by forces unknown into the heroine’s role. There’s magic afoot, and the only way back to her own life is to play her part and solve the mystery.

When fiction becomes fact, anything can happen…

It will be available at most online retailers and in paperback by the release date, but you can order your digital copy from Amazon here! I’ll start writing the second book in the series soon.

Have a beautiful weekend! 🙂

FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN ~ Five Stars from Readers’ Favorite!


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I woke up this morning to a five-star review from Readers’ Favorite for Flight of the Raven, the first book in The Novels of Ravenwood medieval romance/time travel series. Woohoo! Here’s a little of what the reviewer said:

“Set in northern England in the early 1100s, Flight of the Raven by Judith Sterling reminded me of the earlier works of authors such as Virginia Henley, one of my favorite historical romance authors. Although the book was a quick read, I found myself easily drawn into the period as well as the lives of the characters. The historical touches were woven in nicely and didn’t detract from the storyline. I particularly enjoyed the added elements of mysticism that were still present at the time, as well as the healing practices of Lady Emma.”

Even though I’ve completed the five-book series, it’s nice to know the one that started it all is still touching readers. Trip the Light Phantasmic, the first book of my new gothic paranormal mystery series, will be ready for preorder soon. I can’t wait to show you the cover!

I’ll keep you posted. Have a beautiful day and weekend ahead! 🙂



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Good morning! I’ve got great news. InD’tale Magazine’s RONE Awards were held last night, and RETURN OF THE RAVEN was chosen as the runner-up in the Science Fiction/Time Travel category. Woohoo! While I didn’t win, second place isn’t too shabby!

Enjoy your Sunday! 🙂

THE CAULDRON STIRRED ~ Trick or Treat Book Bonanza


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It’s my turn to be featured in the Trick or Treat Book Bonanza at N. N. Light’s Book Heaven. Check it out here!

Remember, when entering the giveaway, you’ll receive five additional entries if you buy my book or any of the others featured and send N. N. Light a pic of the purchase. Hope to see you there! 🙂

Trick or Treat Book Bonanza Giveaway ~ N. N. Light’s Book Heaven


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Good morning! It’s my favorite season and the perfect time to celebrate all things paranormal, supernatural, suspenseful, and mystical. If you relish one or all of the above, come and join the festivities at N. N. Light’s Book Heaven’s annual Trick or Treat Book Bonanza. Thirty-nine authors, including yours truly, will share excerpts from their books and reveal their preferred costumes for Halloween. The Cauldron Stirred, the award-winning first book in my young adult paranormal fantasy series, will be featured on October 7.

One lucky reader will win a $75 Amazon (US) gift card. When entering the giveaway here, you’ll get five additional entries if you buy my book or any of the others featured and send N. N. Light a pic of the purchase.

Bookmark this event and tell your friends:

The giveaway is open internationally, and the drawing will be held on November 1. Best of luck!