#ShareAReviewDay Tuesday – Eclipse Lake by Mae Clair

This morning, I have the great pleasure of welcoming Mae Clair to The Write Stuff. Mae is sharing a review of her book, Eclipse Lake, and I know you’ll enjoy it. Hope you’ll check it out on Amazon, and will also pass this post along on your social media. Thanks!


Intriguing Family Dynamic
5 Stars ~ Christina Thompson

As a fan of Mae Clair’s other novels, I was not disappointed with Eclipse Lake. I enjoyed her vivid description of the sleepy town near Eclipse Lake. Although I liked the mystery and suspense, I loved the family dynamic even more. I’m a sappy sucker for a man with a healthy relationship with his son. The funny banter and touching interactions of the Carlisle Clan (Dane, Jesse, & Jonah) made me laugh and cry. Ms. Clair has done a superb job delving deep into the many levels of the Carlisle family. 5-Stars!!


Small towns hold the darkest secrets.

Fifteen years after leaving his criminal past and estranged brother behind, widower Dane Carlisle returns to his hometown on the banks of sleepy Eclipse Lake. Now, a successful businessman, he has kept his troubled past a secret from most everyone, including his seventeen-year-old son.

But memories in small towns are bitter and long.

Ellie Sullivan, a nature photographer for a national magazine, has a habit of ping-ponging across the map. Her latest assignment leads her to Eclipse Lake where she becomes caught up in the enmity between Dane, his brother Jonah, and a vengeful town sheriff. When freshly discovered skeletal remains are linked to an unsolved murder and Dane’s past, Ellie is left questioning her growing attraction for a man who harbors a long-buried secret.


You can find Mae Clair at the following haunts:
BookBub | Website | Blog | Twitter | Newsletter | Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon

#BlackFriday Mega Sale – Last Day!

Last day of my $.99 #BlackFriday Mega Sale! This is the final sale of the year for either series, so don’t miss out! Happy shopping!

Wake-Robin Ridge: http://amzn.to/2x7li87
A Boy Named Rabbit: http://amzn.to/2gJpOCs
Harbinger: http://amzn.to/2w30QQx

Swamp Ghosts: http://amzn.to/2x6ICm8
Finding Hunter: http://amzn.to/2xLLuls
That Darkest Place: http://amzn.to/2w2IS0M


#BlackFriday Mega #Sale – All Six Novels Just $.99 Each!

Now’s your chance to download each entire series, for only $.99 per book. Grab ’em while you can!

Wake-Robin Ridge: http://amzn.to/2x7li87
A Boy Named Rabbit: http://amzn.to/2gJpOCs
Harbinger: http://amzn.to/2w30QQx
Swamp Ghosts: http://amzn.to/2x6ICm8
Finding Hunter: http://amzn.to/2xLLuls
That Darkest Place: http://amzn.to/2w2IS0M

#ThatDarkestPlace Has Arrived!

It’s here at last! That Darkest Place: Riverbend Book 3 is now available on Kindle, and will soon be out in print. And I’m so excited, I’m running a One Week Only sale on it, and ALL of my other books, as well. Yep, my characters are celebrating from Riverbend, Florida, all the way to Wake-Robin Ridge, North Carolina! The Painter Brothers, Maggie & Gunn, Sarah & Mac, and even Little Rabbit are putting out the word that this is the best deal you’ll get all year, and a chance to begin each series from the beginning, if you haven’t already done so. 

Starting today, and continuing through Sunday, 5/21, you can download my books at the following prices:

That Darkest Place: Riverbend Book 3 – $2.99
Finding Hunter: Riverbend Book 2$.99
Swamp Ghosts: Riverbend Book 1 $.99

Harbinger: Riverbend Book 3 – $.99
A Boy Named Rabbit: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 2 – $.99
Wake-Robin Ridge Book 1$.99

That Darkest Place Blurb

“There are dark places in every heart, in every head. Some you turn away from. Some you light a candle within. But there is one place so black, it consumes all light. It will pull you in and swallow you whole. You don’t leave your brother stranded in that darkest place.” ~Hunter Painter~ 

The new year is a chance for new beginnings—usually hopeful, positive ones. But when Jackson Painter plows his car into a tree shortly after midnight on January 1, his new beginnings are tragic. His brothers, Forrest and Hunter, take up a grim bedside vigil at the hospital, waiting for Jackson to regain consciousness and anxious over how he’ll take the news that he’s lost a leg and his fiancée is dead. After all, the accident was all his fault.

As the shocking truth emerges, one thing becomes obvious—Jackson will need unconditional love and support from both of his brothers if he is to survive.

Just as he begins the long road to recovery, danger, in the form of a sinister, unsigned note, plunges him back into bleak despair. Scrawled in blood red letters, the accusation—and the threat—is clear. “MURDERER!”

Will the long, harrowing ordeal that lies ahead draw the Painter brothers closer together, or drive them apart forever?

Suspenseful and often heartbreaking, this small-town tale is a testimonial to the redemptive power of love and paints a story filled with humor, romance, and fierce family loyalty.


I hope you’ll share my good news far and wide! Shout it from the rooftops. Have a t-shirt made. Hire a skywriter. Okay, maybe not. But I’d love it if you’d share this post via social media, and help me get the word out. I thank you, Forrest and Hunter thank you, but most of all, Jackson Painter thanks you. He spent a long, long time in a very bad situation, waiting for me to return to Riverbend, and now he wants his story told.  😀 

While you’re helping  spread the word, you really should swing by Amazon and grab your copy, too.

And now, it’s back to work for me. So many stories, so little time!


Last Day! $.99 Sale On All #WakeRobinRidge and #Riverbend Books! #TuesdayBookBlog


Don’t miss out on this one! If you haven’t downloaded your copies yet–RUN, don’t walk–to Amazon.com, and take advantage of these rock-bottom prices. Offer good for a limited time only, as they say, and that time ends tonight.

This is your chance to read Books 1 and 2 of the Riverbend series, before Book 3 is released next month.  That way, you can move right from the shocking ending of Finding Hunter to the even more shocking beginning of That Darkest Place. No waiting required! 😉 And if you haven’t read any of these, what are you waiting for? Grab ’em today!


Wake-Robin Ridge, where ghosts walk, ancient legends abound, and things still go bump in the night!

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Wake-Robin Ridge Book 1
A Boy Named Rabbit: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 2
Harbinger: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 3


Riverbend, where the beasts that lurk in the dark river waters are never as dangerous as those that walk the quiet neighborhood streets!

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Swamp Ghosts: Riverbend Book 1
Finding Hunter: Riverbend Book 2
That Darkest Place: Riverbend Book 3 (Coming Soon)

The #MysteryNovember Book Tour Day 22 – Nell Peters @paegon @AccentPress #SundayBlogShare


Day #22 of the #MysteryNovember tour is upon us, and the bus has picked up author Nell Peters. To learn more about Nell and her books, check the link below, and please remember to share. It’s what we do. 😉 Enjoy!

The #MysteryNovember Book Tour Day 22 – Nell Peters @paegon @AccentPress #SundayBlogShare


#RomancingSeptember Days 27, 28, and 29

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The next three #RomancingSeptember interviews are waiting for your reading pleasure. Day 27 features Jane Cable, Day 28 features Jane Linfoot, and Day 29 features Olga Miret. You can find the interviews here:

Rosie Amber: #RomancingSeptember Day 27 with Jane Cable
Stephanie Hurt: #RomancingSeptember Day 27 with Jane Cable

Rosie Amber: #RomancingSeptember Day 28 with Jane Linfoot
Stephanie Hurt: #RomancingSeptember Day 28 with Jane Linfoot

Rosie Amber: #RomancingSeptember Day 29 with Olga Miret
Stephanie Hurt: #RomancingSeptember Day 29 with Olga Miret

Enjoy these interviews, then pass them along to your peeps, thanks!! It’s all about sharing! Happy Reading!

#RomancingSeptember Days 23, 24, 25, and 26

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Time for the latest from #RomancingSeptember. Day 23’s featured author is Bethan Darwin, and Day 24’s is Lorraine Jenkin. For Day 25, the featured author is Annie Crux, and Day 26 features Sam Cheever. Do yourself a favor, and check out these great interviews. Then remember to share them on Twitter, Facebook, your own blogs, or wherever you can. Some day it will be your turn, and we’ll do the same for you.

Read the interviews here:

RosieAmber: #RomancingSeptember Day 23 with Bethan Darwin
Stephanie Hurt: #RomancingSeptember Day 23 with Bethan Darwin

Rosie Amber: #RomancingSeptember Day 24 with Lorraine Jenkin
Stephanie Hurt: #RomancingSeptember Day 24 with Lorraine Jenkin

Rosie Amber: #RomancingSeptember Day 25 with Annie Crux
Stephanie Hurt: #RomancingSeptember Day 25 with Annie Crux

Rosie Amber:  #RomancingSeptember Day 26 with Sam Cheever
Stephanie Hurt: #RomancingSeptember Day 26 with Sam Cheever

Have fun!


#Excerpt Week Finding Hunter CH 8

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A shorter one this time…a scene from CH 8, from Hunter’s POV, and giving you a bit more insight into who Hunter Painter really is. Another of his secrets, exposed. 🙂 Poor Hunter. He’s so befuddled.


I duck, climbing in, nod my thanks, but don’t speak.
He talks enough for both of us. My head hurts.
I yell at him, see his shocked face.
He stops, pushes me out, drives away fast.
Walking again.
~ Traveling Man ~

Chapter 8

You Write

Saturday, January 19, 2013

 HUNTER WATCHED WILLOW stroll through her herb garden, basket over her arm, and small, sharp scissors in hand. The weather had been mild this winter, and there were plenty of hardy herbs still green and fragrant. She gathered bunches to hang in the kitchen, and the snip-snip sound followed her as she moved along each row.

Sitting at a white wrought iron table in the shade of a young laurel oak, legs stretched out in front of him, Hunter’s sharp eyes missed very little. Admiring Willow’s graceful movements had been a pastime of his since the first day she came into his life, an activity as familiar as breathing in those days. Today, it brought a perspective that was new—and completely unanticipated.

Today, she was his, as he was hers. Today, his heart was at peace, even if only temporarily, and the constant, unfulfilled longing from years ago was gone. She loved him, which made everything different, and he refused to let anything steal this moment from him.

His gaze lingered on the silky blue fabric of her skirt, blowing around her slim legs, and the pale gleam of her unbound hair, cascading down her back. Words tumbled through his mind, and that familiar need to commit them to paper took over.

With his small, spiral notebook and pen in hand, Hunter wrote, spilling his thoughts onto each narrow blue line, still as in love with the process as he had been as a young child. Then, as now, random marks turned into letters in front of his eyes, and letters into words. Words became sentences, then thought, then pure emotion. His pen flew across the paper, capturing every image and feeling, so he could revisit them later, at will.

Hunter Painter loved to write. It helped convince him he wasn’t simply taking up space on this planet, and it was as much a part of him as his gray eyes and brown hair. When he was lost in the process, the rest of the world disappeared, which is why he didn’t realize Willow had finished her herb gathering, and stood behind him, reading over his shoulder. Oblivious, he scribbled on, trying to capture each word before it got away.

When she laid her palm on his shoulder, he shot straight up, pen flying from his hand, and spiral notebook dropping to the ground. “Geeze, Willow! Didn’t know you were there!”

He scrambled around, retrieving pen and notebook, hoping she hadn’t had a chance to see what he was doing, but one glance at her expression told him he’d been caught. Running wouldn’t help. He’d tried that. She would follow.

Willow took a seat at the tiny table, the basket of herbs by her feet. “You write.” Amazement was in her voice and shone from her eyes. “Poems.”

Cheeks burning, he eased back into his chair, uncertain how to respond. “Yeah … I guess I do.”

“You guess? You write, Hunter. Why are you so embarrassed? What I read was wonderful.”

He stammered, face flushing redder. “I never … show anyone. It’s just … something I do.”

“For how long?”

“Always. Long’s I can remember.”

“You’ve been writing as long as you can remember, and no one knows about it? No one has read any of it?”

Hunter sank lower in his chair, groaning inside. She wasn’t going to let this go. “No. Never.”

“Why on earth not?”

He shrugged, face still hot. “Never showed it to anybody.”

Brow slightly furrowed, she uttered a noncommittal sound. “Hmm.”

“What’s ‘hmm’ mean?”

She rose, picked up her basket, and beckoned to him. “Let’s go inside. I’ll fix us some lunch.”

Left alone, he had little choice but to follow her, muttering under his breath the entire way. “Done it again. Never showed anybody a word I’ve written for thirty years, and somehow, after only a few weeks, Willow knows all about it. How does this keep happening?”