Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 39

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 39

Prompts: Tantrum, noun: an uncontrolled outburst of anger and frustration, typically in a young child.

Tear, verb: make a hole or split in (something) by pulling it or piercing it with a sharp implement, come apart; rip; noun: a hole or split in something caused by it having been pulled apart forcefully, a spell of great success or excellence in performance, a brief spell of erratic behavior; a binge or spree.

Tender, adjective: showing gentleness and concern or sympathy, (of food) easy to cut or chew; not tough, (of a plant) easily injured by severe weather and therefore needing protection, (of a part of the body) sensitive to pain, young, immature, and vulnerable, requiring tact or careful handling.

Nightmares- Part 39

      As we got halfway to the building I started to think about the snow clearing it was obvious that the plane would be able to take off soon if we didn’t save Gregor then grandfather would probably kill him and take off in his plane once he arrived. We had to take out the plane crew and sabotage the plane before rescuing Gregor hopefully we could do this before grandfather arrived. I told Lena my plan and she agreed and then we convinced Mitch. He said he hadn’t met the flight crew so I felt he could convince them that he was one of grandfather’s hired goons. He could convince them that he was in charge of getting us on the plane and keeping us there until grandfather arrived.
Mitch marched us onto the plane and the pilot and co-pilot instantly appeared. I noted that the pilot and co-pilot were very similar in looks with black hair cut in military style and coal black eyes standing over six feet tall. They were solid and muscular; each wearing identical uniforms with wing pins on their shoulders. They were almost like two peas in a pod except that the co-pilot was a few years younger.

“Who are you?” the pilot asked.
“I’m Mike,” Mitch lied as we had agreed. “Mr. Panagiotopoulos hired me to protect and guard his granddaughters.”
“I don’t think you need to hold a gun on them,” the co-pilot stated.
“Actually Theo is correct. We’re old friends aren’t we, Lena, agapi mou?” the pilot said smiling at Lena.
“Yes, we are but I haven’t been your darling in years, Apollo. It’s lovely to see you though. It’s been five years since I saw you last, You look good,” Lena waxed.
I admit for moment there I was worried. This Apollo was enthralled with Lena and she seemed equally attracted to him, then I realized she was acting. She sat down in a seat and said to him, “So this is little Theo?”
“I’ve never been little Theo. I’m only a couple month younger than you two!” Theo protested, “My brother was much too old for you when you dated. I mean he was twenty one to your sixteen.”

They dated? This was not good or was it? Maybe she could manipulate him. Perhaps she’d know what buttons to push I thought.

Don't have a tantrum little brother,Apollo admonished,“Lena has a sister for you. 

    Pigs! They were dividing us up like we were cattle. Oh well, maybe I could get him easier this way while Lena got Apollo.

“Come sit by me Apollo and you, Theo can talk to my sister if you sit beside her. She likes you don’t you Katerina?”
“Yes, please, come talk to me. You can tell me about meeting my sister when you were younger,” I coaxed patting the seat beside me after I sat beside Lena. We had left a seat in either side of us open for them.
See you didn't need to go on a tear. Get to know, Katerina, Theo,Apollo stated.

      I then sat beside Lena, leaving a seat in either side of us open for them. Apollo sat down beside Lena and began talking excitedly and stroking her hand left tenderly.Then he spoke to her about how grandfather had now approved of their relationship now that Lena had reached twenty one. Theo sat down beside me and began chatting. Lena pulled her hand back and stuck it in her pockets. I did the same and a few minutes later she nodded and we  both pulled out our guns out at the same time sticking it into their sides. It took them a few minutes to realize we had a gun on them and then we had them lie face down with their hands on their heads while we frisked them. We found two guns one in each of their pockets and one strapped to their ankles in a holster. We also found two pocket knives. We trussed them up tie them hand and foot and gagging them to a seat with rope we found in the bulkhead. Then we removed the door over the wing. They couldn’t take off minus the door so we felt that we had effectively sabotaged it. We hurried to the terminal hoping grandfather hadn’t made it their first. We looked in the windows and saw Gregor and Keith being held at gunpoint by two of grandfather’s men and grandfather.

“Why haven’t the RCMP arrived yet? How can we take down three people,? They’ll shoot us first!” Lena stated.
Ambrus as Pete called them; only he didn’t did he? ” I replied.
“Damn, I’m calling 911 on my cell phone now like I should have done before,” Lena answered.

   Lena called and explained the situation and they said they would send cars immediately. They wanted Lena to stay on the line but she hung up and we decided to sneak in and try to rescue Gregor. We crept in all three of us. Mitch sneaking around in behind one of grandfather’s men; I took the other and Lena’s target was grandfather. in seconds we all had guns to their heads. I couldn’t believe it had worked they hadn’t heard us coming. Mitch and I tied up the two bodyguards/ hired men of grandfather’s while Lena continued having a whispered conversation with grandfather. As I got closer to them to help her subdue him I heard him say, “You won’t shoot me, Lena. I’m family. Now put down the gun and stop acting like a petulant child.”
“I could shoot you old man,” Lena said.
“But you won’t,” grandfather said as he twisted around and tried to take the gun from her.

     The gun went off with a bang and for moment I closed my eyes not wanting to see Lena harmed. Opening them I saw blood pouring from grandfather’s hands. At that moment I could have killed him myself. He’d killed my mother and my step-father and now my sister’s blood was on his hands? 

   It was then I realized Lena wasn't bleeding; she was actually trying to stem the blood from his leg so grandfather wouldn't bleed to death and that she'd kicked his gun away while throwing away her own.

©Sheilagh Lee April 27, 2016

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 38

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 38

Pacify, verb: quell the anger, agitation, or excitement of, bring peace to (a country or warring factions), especially by the use or threatened use of military force.
Rage, noun: violent, uncontrollable anger, an instance of aggressive behavior or violent anger caused by a stressful or frustrating situation, (the rage) a widespread temporary enthusiasm or fashion, intense feeling, especially prophetic, poetic, or martial enthusiasm or ardor; verb: feel or express violent uncontrollable anger, continue with great force or intensity, (of an illness) spread very rapidly or uncontrollably, (of an emotion) have or reach a high degree of intensity.
Scarce, adjective: (especially of food, money, or some other resource) insufficient for the demand, occurring in small numbers or quantities; rare; adverb: scarcely.

Nightmares- Part 38

    We were still waiting two hours later when the snow began to stop. We then heard something outside.

“What is that noise?” Gregor asked.
“That’s a snowplow; Mitch must be cleaning the runways.”
“Mitch? But I thought it was just you two, Keith and Pete.”
“There’s usually about ten of us here; but it was a holiday weekend and some people were off with the flu as well. Replacements were scare; so it was just Mitch, George, Pete and I; but we’ve handled the traffic well,” Keith replied.
“Holiday weekend?” Gregor asked.
“We lost track of Good Friday and Easter? I’m a bad Catholic I should have been at services,” Lena said.
“In between kidnappings,” I snickered.

           Lena smiled.

“Oh,” Gregor replied, “So if Mitch is clearing the runway where has he been for the last two hours?”
“There’s an outbuilding that Mitch works out of,” Pete answered.
“Are there any more surprises we should know of?” Lena asked.
“Not that I know of. We told you I sent the two pilots to the inn,” Pete answered.
“I’m not really comfortable with the girls being on the front line if Mr. Pana shows up with muscle. Especially since Katerina has never shot a gun,” Gregor stated.
“There’s a back office I could keep them safe there,” volunteered Pete.
“I suppose that would work,” Gregor said.
“Don’t we get a say?” asked Lena before I could.
“Please Lena you could keep Katerina safe?” Gregor begged.
“You make me seem like a child. I can keep myself safe,” I complained.
“Sorry, Katerina. I care about you and Lena will you both do this for my state of mind?”
    I looked at Lena and we both nodded.We followed Pete back to the office. When we got to the back of the building he directed us through a door and we found ourselves outside,
“What the hell? What are you up to Pete?” Lena asked.

   Pete responded by raising his gun up and pointing it at us and then saying, “Lena, drop your gun in the snow.”

    Lena cooperated and dropped it. Pete had forgotten about the small gun that I’d picked up and pocketed. I hoped I’d get a chance to pull it out on him and help Lena and I escape because I’d had enough. Enough of the kidnappings, the being treated like a pawn. If my grandfather thought he could win this round he could think again. I was ready to fight back; I just waited for my chance.

“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Start marching to that plane over there.”
“Grandfather’s plane? No bloody way! ”I said.
“Who are you?” Lena asked, sounding a little bit more cooperative then me trying to pacify him, “You seemed so familiar.”
“And I was worried that you’d recognize me and blow my cover,” the man we knew as Pete laughed.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I guess since we are going to be keeping company for the long haul I can tell you, Katerina. I choose you for my wife.”
“What?” I gulped.
“Ambrus, you’re Ambrus Karras. We played together until we were eight and you moved away,” Lena stated.”
“Maybe I’ll change my mind after all and marry you, after all Lena,” Ambrus laughed.
“And why would we marry you?” Lena asked boldly.
“Because your grandfather has said one of you will marry me. It’s my reward for my loyalty.”
“Over my dead body,” both Lena and I muttered under our breath.
“Just get on the plane there’s plenty of time for me to decide and for you to get used to the idea.”

   I pretended to stumble and fell to my knees pulling out the small gun. It was the size of a small pop gun but it could kill. Could I actually pull the trigger? Rage filled me. Yes, I could, I wouldn’t kill; maybe I should aim for the leg or shoulder if I had to shoot. As Ambrus attempted to help me up I stuck the gun in his side and told him to drop his weapon.

“You won’t shoot me,” he replied.
“Watch me,” I answered coldly and he dropped his pistol which Katerina picked up.

   We marched him to the outbuilding and tied him up with some ropes we found there and used Lena’s scarf to gag him. We then untied Mitch whom we found there. If he was there who had the snowplow? Where was the person who drove it? We then marched back to the building with Mitch to save Gregor; after all maybe Keith was in on it too.

©Sheilagh Lee April 20, 2016

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Beannacht Lá Fhéile Pádraig -(Happy St. Patrick's Day)

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
(From an Irish song unknown author)

Madainn mhath
(Good morning)
Feashar math
(Good afternoon)
Oidhche mhath
(Good Evening)

Céad míle fáilte romhat!
(A hundred thousand welcomes)
Dia dhaoibh
(Hello to all)
Is mise Sile
(Sweet Sheilagh is my name)
Go raibh maith agat, a chara ceilidh
(Thank you my friend for visiting and sharing) and
Beannacht Lá Fhéile Pádraig  (Happy St. Patrick's Day)
Saol fada chugat
(Long life to you)

Sunday, March 13, 2016

A Penny Saved A Murder Earned now available in paperback at Amazon

A lot of my readers asked me when I would have A Penny Saved A Murder Earned  available in paperback at Amazon; I am pleased to announce the waiting is done it's now available.
Please read an excerpt of the first chapter here

Lily Kelly, her adopted daughter Rose Brooksfield, her Great-Grandma Katha, and Amelia, her cousin all feel like they are under a curse; but appears to be the work of a serial killer that people around them having been falling like dominos. Amelia’s parents and siblings, Amelia’s husband and son, and Lily’s first husband all have been targeted by a killer. Now as Amelia’s store clerk, a homeless man, Lily’s present husband the Mayor, and Lily’s mother-in law are targeted. Lily and her cousin Amelia, under suspicion by the investigating officer Emmett Rogers, must fight the impulse to blame the curse and get to the bottom of who caused all their woes, before the killer targets them. Buy the book here

Readers have said this of the first book in The Kelly Murder Mysteries :
~Just finished reading "A Penny Saved A Murder Earned" Excellent read! It had me hooked from the beginning! At several points I didn't want to but it down! S.G. Lee really had me wondering who it really was. Keep up the excellent work! Can't wait to read the next book!~ Lisa Walker

Available soon in paperback (presently only available in e-book form)(the companion piece to A Penny Saved a Murder Earned)~ A Stitch in Time ~ the back story for Emmett Rogers

A Stitch In Time is a prequel to A Penny Saved A Murder Earned. It is the story of Emmett Rogers, in two thousand and four. Emmett is considered a hero for his actions in Afghanistan, but all Emmett wants is to forget the battle there and get on with his life, in his new job as a police officer. However coming home isn't as idyllic as Emmett hoped. His seventeen year old sister is pregnant and his father threw her out, echoing another incident in Emmett’s life. Emmett must fight the battles he now faces on the home front and face his own demons, before he can move on with his new life.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD Cover Reveal from author Ciara Ballintyne


We are pleased to present the cover art for upcoming epic fantasy, In the Company of the Dead.

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Genre: Epic Fantasy/Romantic Fantasy

Release Date: 25 April 2016

Credit is due to the cover artist, Sam Keiser.

About the Book

Only a fool crosses a god, but Ellaeva and Lyram will do anything to get what they want.

Chosen as a five year old orphan to be the Left Hand of Death, Ellaeva has nothing to call her own—nothing except a desire to avenge her murdered parents. Her duties leave her no time to pursue the man responsible, until both her work and revenge lead to the same place—the lonely castle where Lyram Aharris is serving out his exile for striking his prince.

Lyram is third in line for the throne, and when the castle is unexpectedly besieged, he fears his prince means to remove him from contention for the crown permanently. Ellaeva’s arrival brings hope, until she reveals she has not come for the siege, but instead she hunts the castle for a hidden necromancer dedicated to the dark god of decay.

Within their stone prison, Ellaeva and Lyram must fight to save themselves from political machinations and clashing gods. But as the siege lengthens, the greatest threat comes from an unexpected quarter.

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About the Author

Ciara Ballintyne grew up on a steady diet of adult epic fantasy from the age of nine, leaving her with a rather confused outlook on life – she believes the good guys should always win, but knows they often don’t. She is an oxymoron; an idealistic cynic.

She began her first attempts at the craft of writing in 1992, culminating in the publication of her debut work, Confronting the Demon, in 2013. Her first book to be published with Evolved Publishing is In the Company of the Dead.

She holds degrees in law and accounting, and is a practising financial services lawyer. In her spare time, she speculates about taking over the world – how hard can it really be? If she could be anything, she’d choose a dragon, but if she is honest she shares more in common with Dr. Gregory House of House M.D. – both the good and the bad. She is a browncoat, a saltgunner, a Whedonite, a Sherlockian, a Ringer and a Whovian… OK, most major geek fandoms. Her alignment is chaotic good. She is an INTJ.

Ciara lives in Sydney, Australia, with her husband, her two daughters, and a growing menagerie of animals that unfortunately includes no dragons.

Twitter: @CiaraBallintyne



Saturday, January 9, 2016

Excerpt from A Penny Saved a Murder Earned

Excerpt from A Penny Saved a Murder Earned available in kindle and paperback 

Chapter 1  - Bloody Shoes

“A penny saved is a penny earned” ~ Benjamin Franklin
The blood streaked across the floor, but he had carefully sidestepped it. Stupid bitch! She got what she deserved. How dare she defile his Angel’s property? He hadn’t left a trace...had he? No, he was too clever by half.

 “I didn’t spot you entering. Working late? You have an early opening tomorrow.” A voice he didn’t recognize interrupted his thoughts.

“Wait a minute, you aren’t the lady. Who are you? You shouldn’t be here,” the man continued clearly alarmed.

“You shouldn’t be here either,” the murderer insisted.

“You killed Megan. I’m telling.”

“This was something you shouldn’t be allowed to see.”

“I’m leaving. I didn’t notice anything,” the man lied, witnessing the blood.

“I’m sorry pal. Wrong place, wrong time!” the killer answered.

The homeless man ran dodging racks, finally deciding to hide behind some shelving. The killer ran after him, puzzled for a moment because he could see no trace of the homeless person. The murderer then laughed, as he realized how foolish the vagrant was being, his stench gave him away. He subdued the man with a Taser gun. Waiting seconds he then pulled him from his hiding place. Taking ties from within his pocket; he fastened the man’s arms and feet. Satisfied that the homeless person was now trussed up like a turkey, he smiled.

 “Please! I don’t want to die!” the man cried, visibly sweating and starting to shake.

The man tried to kick out his legs and arms but failed, “You’ve heard about fate? Well sorry but this is your fate, buddy!” the murderer explained.

“Please! Couldn’t you let me go? I won’t tell! I’ll move to another city. Besides who would listen to a homeless man?”

“Someone would. My Angel would.”

The homeless man then smiled as if to gain trust from this killer, “You won’t hurt the lady who owns the store, will you?” he asked.

“I would never harm my Angel. How dare you?” the killer responded outraged.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to insult you! Please just let me go....”

“What is your name?”

“My name is Al.”

The killer put his gloves back on and smoothed them and then turned his back on his victim.

“You’re going to kill me now. Aren’t you? Just don’t harm the sweet lady who owns this store. Will it hurt?” the man asked resigned.

“I would never hurt my Angel. She is sweet isn’t she? Unfortunately that makes unscrupulous people take advantage of her.”

“I promise I would never take advantage of her kindness.”

“I know you wouldn’t and it hurts me to do this. Tell you what though, I’ll make your death painless because I like you, Al,” the killer offered, feeling suddenly sorry for the man. Then he checked himself.

 Living on the streets was hell; maybe he was doing the guy a favour? Yes, of course he was. Taking a pill bottle out of his pocket and opening the dispenser, he placed some in a coffee cup he took from the sideboard.
Then he filled the cup with the tepid coffee from the coffee pot, stirring the pills in rapidly.

 “Please couldn’t you let me go? I won’t tell and I’ll watch over her when you’re not here.”

“Sorry, times up, Al. Here now, drink this coffee,” the assassin commanded placing the mug at Al’s lips.

 Al tried not to drink and spit some of the coffee out, but the assassin plugged his nose and the cup was soon empty.

 “Admit it Al, you had a crappy life. Just give in and go to the light. I hear good things wait there for people like you,” the killer stated.

Al tried to fight some more, but he soon found it was losing battle. Al’s breathing slowed as he slipped into a deep sleep and stopped breathing altogether. His age and living on the streets made the pills work fast.

Now what to do with the body? The killer thought. His Angel must not find this man here, bad enough he left Megan’s body here for his Angel to find. This man knew his Angel; she cared, so like her to look after the homeless. The dumpster of course! The day after tomorrow was garbage day. Covered in garbage no one would find Al.

©Sheilagh Lee January 9, 2016

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