Scheduled to be available in print by the middle of October.
Often a book is read and the wish to be gifted is not always possible if it is an e-Book. Christmas Requiem is be the perfect holiday gift to wrap and put under the tree. Modestly priced for a paperback ($4.99), the storyline is about those who have little to give but have given so much. Watch for the printed version on Amazon and CreateSpace.
http://www.amazon.com/Christman-Requiem-ebook/dp/B006D5OHIC
Friday, September 28, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
TIME LOST Paranormal Mystery Short Story
What a wonderful way to begin Fall. A new short story for an entertaining quick read.
The phone call tilts Jennifer’s world. Her father is dead.
Possible homicide. She has not seen him for ten years and is appalled at the
deplorable changes in his lifestyle. But murdered? For what? Her constant
indivisible companion urges her to proceed with care. The young detective
continues to find evidence to prove all is not as it seems, while Jennifer
yearns to regain years of time lost with her father.
The phone call tilts Jennifer’s world. Her father is dead.
Possible homicide. She has not seen him for ten years and is appalled at the
deplorable changes in his lifestyle. But murdered? For what? Her constant
indivisible companion urges her to proceed with care. The young detective
continues to find evidence to prove all is not as it seems, while Jennifer
yearns to regain years of time lost with her father.
A tender story, there are some sensitive scenes during the crime investigation, although nothing explicitly graphic. The story takes place near Chicago. A short read--about 12,860 words. Enjoy!
http://www.amazon.com/Time-Lost-ebook/dp/B009F7T25S
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/238457
Saturday, September 15, 2012
ROMANCES? Love 'em!
Contemporary, historical, time travel, mystery fantasy, paranormal. A variety of e-book romance short stories, novellas, and full length novels are listed on my website, http://sherryboardman.com. Also, seasonal and children's items are available. Best sellers Portal to Loch Doon and The Other Side of Midnight. Links are provided on the site to take you straight to the books' pages on Amazon, Smashwords, or search for them on Barnes & Noble, Sony, Apple, and other noted e-book stores. Check out my new time travel historical romance, The Mistress of the Keep. I think it's another winner.
The seasons are changing. Get ready for some indoor entertainment!
The seasons are changing. Get ready for some indoor entertainment!
Saturday, September 8, 2012
E-Books vs. Traditional
My whole life I have read. The numbers of bookshelves filled with mostly historical romance paperbacks are almost embarrassing. I must begin boxing them up to donate to nursing homes, hospitals, assisted living...anywhere they might entertain others who have little to do. However, each one of them seems to be an award for taking the time to sit and enjoy myself when the moments came. Reread? Hardly ever. I remember every storyline.
Now, a transition has arrived. Millions of books are online internationally. Mine among them. I am proud to be called an indie (independent writer/publisher). Why the popularity? Convenience is one reason. Browsing is accomplished at one’s own pace. Often, the blurb (synopsis) is more detailed, and, almost always, a portion of the book is available for preview. Plus, the prices are an enticement for readers. I picked up a paperback at our local super-center the other day and was amazed to see it was almost $7.00 for less than 300 pages (maybe 75,000 words). Most of that size sells for $3.99 or less online. The Kindle Fire has set Amazon’s reading audience ablaze. Other vendors who offer e-books now have competitive brands of e-readers available. Most have the capacity of loading up to 500 books with online libraries to store them until no longer wanted. Why should anyone again purchase a traditional paperback?
Many of us are just old fashioned, I suppose. I still enjoy holding a book in my hands, trying to keep the spine creased open enough to read the words on the inside margin, and locating a misplaced bookmark to save my place. But more and more, I’ve looked into the Kindle and other readers. They are becoming more affordable. I’m certainly making the royalties to gift myself. As age and arthritis set in, it might the direction to go. One thing is for certain...I will continue to enjoy reading in one form or the other. However, my writing presently takes precedence while hoping others will choose one of my works to download and read at their leisure. Perhaps you have an enticing story to tell. If so, check out Amazon or Smashwords (or others) for self-publication at no cost to the author.
For my present offerings, including my new time travel historical romance The Lairds of Callaghan, visit http://sherryboardman.com.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Bridge to Long Ago (time travel historical romance) moving up
Readers have finally found my latest time travel, Bridge to Long Ago. Those who read it might think twice before crossing an old mossy bridge. It just might take you to a time where your ancestry began making their mark in the woolen or some other important industry. Would you want to return? Our hero Jason Taylor of Taylor Made, Inc., has doubts. You will, too.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Portal to Loch Doon Exerpt
Several have inquired why an except of my best selling book has not been offered on here. I believe I have found one that will give a feeling of the before and, perhaps, what is to come. It follows Marcella's unexpected journey back in time to Loch Doon, Scotland, and she encounters a tall, handsome Scotsman on the banks of the loch. Enjoy.
The distant low thunder spurred him into action. Leaning down, he checked to be certain she was still breathing. Slow and steady breaths were a good sign. She would be all right until he retrieved the boat and returned. He removed his plaid and covered the length of her. After a few strides in his boat's direction, he glanced back over his shoulder to be certain there had been no change.
Within a short time, everything and everyone was loaded, and Robert strained against the oars to gain the far shore across from the castle ruins. He kept a wary eye on the sky. Mist traveling toward them was now visible and would reach the area in a short time. He remembered a deserted hut not far from the bank and directed the small transport toward the area. That would be more sensible than trying to reach Doon Brae since it was still a short trek over the hill. He guided the boat up onto the low bank and jumped out to tether it. Then, he turned to his next duty of unloading.
He was about to strike the flint to light the rush candle in the diminutive room when he heard a moan. He finished his task and turned to the one on the undersized straw cot. An unstable chair was pulled to its side, and he carefully positioned himself in the event it went crashing to the floor. Looking down at his uninvited visitor, curious blue eyes met his.
"Welcome back, lass," he said.
Marcella reached up and pulled the cloth from her head. She tried to rise, but failed in the effort and dropped back down to the hard mattress.
"Wait a bit before ye try tae move around," he advised.
There were no words coming to mind for her to question anything. It was all a muddle of thoughts. The stomach growl caused a frown.
Robert heard the signs of hunger. "Ah hae th' fish tae cook, but it will tak' a bit ay time."
Her throat was like cotton. The discarded cloth was located and she wiped it across her mouth.
Seeing her distress, he rose and went to get the skin of water. Returning, he made an effort to smile and again raised her head for her to take a few sips. She pushed it away when she had enough.
"Thank you," she croaked. "Do I still have my bag?"
He nodded. The glassy eyed stare hinted she still wasn't entirely conscious.
"There is a candy bar in it."
"A candy bar?" he asked. He had never heard of candy being on a bar. But he shrugged and reached for the bag. Peering in, he saw an assortment of articles. Most were unfamiliar to him. Everything he pulled out and held up to her was regarded and when she shook her head, he would return the item and dig for the next. "Close tae bottomless," he muttered.
"Blue wrapping paper," she said. "Soft insides."
Frowning, he kept searching. Finally, his fingers wrapped around an unusual object and he squeezed the soft insides. Grunting, he held it up and was rewarded with a hint of a smile.
Marcella reached for it and tore at the wrapper with what strength she possessed. The bed was far less adequate than her soft queen sized mattress in her apartment, wherever that was at the moment. "Would you help me to sit up, sir?" Her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't believe we had a chance to be formally introduced."
Robert finally relaxed and chuckled. "Nae, I believe no," he said. "MacKerra. Robert MacKerra of Clan Fergusson."
It was an effort, but Marcella propped up on her elbows and looked at him. A flush crept up her throat to her face. "Clan?" She looked down at the length of material still covering her. Not just an attractive piece of textile. It was an identification plaid of clan colors. Bands of forest green and dark blue were crisscrossed with red and white stripes. She fingered the lightweight, obviously hand-loomed wool. Her eyes flashed back at him. "Clan?" she repeated.
"Och aye. A sept o' the Fergusson clan." It was simple to him. What was so difficult for her to comprehend?
The petite form collapsed back to the bed. Quickly vacating the chair, he drew closer to the cot to be certain she had not left him again. Her eyes were searching the ceiling. The candy bar hadn't been eaten, and he picked it up and offered it to her. She definitely needed something hardier, but he dared not leave her to begin cleaning the fish. Her head turned to him and tears had filled her eyes. Without a thought, he smoothed the hair back from her face. "Lass, perhaps ye should eat this wee sweet tae provide some strength while Ah cook us a bite."
Nodding, she took the bar and pulled back the paper. She studied him while nibbling the rich candy.
"We will visit when I get supper afire," he said. "Thaur be mony questions we baith hae." He turned to begin his task.
There was one question in the forefront of her mind she had to know. "I would like to ask one now, if you please?"
He turned back to her, giving her his full attention. "Aye. Which would 'at be?"
"What year is this?"
After hesitating because he didn't know if she really needed to know the answer at this precise moment, he knew he had to. "'Tis 1698."
The remains of the candy bar dropped to the mattress as she held his stare. "It cannot be!" she finally responded through stiff lips. "It is the 21st century. I live in an upscale apartment in Henderson, Florida. I am a high school teacher and have just completed the school year. And I will wake up from this nightmare any minute."
Portal to Loch Doon
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0058KS2NO
The distant low thunder spurred him into action. Leaning down, he checked to be certain she was still breathing. Slow and steady breaths were a good sign. She would be all right until he retrieved the boat and returned. He removed his plaid and covered the length of her. After a few strides in his boat's direction, he glanced back over his shoulder to be certain there had been no change.
Within a short time, everything and everyone was loaded, and Robert strained against the oars to gain the far shore across from the castle ruins. He kept a wary eye on the sky. Mist traveling toward them was now visible and would reach the area in a short time. He remembered a deserted hut not far from the bank and directed the small transport toward the area. That would be more sensible than trying to reach Doon Brae since it was still a short trek over the hill. He guided the boat up onto the low bank and jumped out to tether it. Then, he turned to his next duty of unloading.
He was about to strike the flint to light the rush candle in the diminutive room when he heard a moan. He finished his task and turned to the one on the undersized straw cot. An unstable chair was pulled to its side, and he carefully positioned himself in the event it went crashing to the floor. Looking down at his uninvited visitor, curious blue eyes met his.
"Welcome back, lass," he said.
Marcella reached up and pulled the cloth from her head. She tried to rise, but failed in the effort and dropped back down to the hard mattress.
"Wait a bit before ye try tae move around," he advised.
There were no words coming to mind for her to question anything. It was all a muddle of thoughts. The stomach growl caused a frown.
Robert heard the signs of hunger. "Ah hae th' fish tae cook, but it will tak' a bit ay time."
Her throat was like cotton. The discarded cloth was located and she wiped it across her mouth.
Seeing her distress, he rose and went to get the skin of water. Returning, he made an effort to smile and again raised her head for her to take a few sips. She pushed it away when she had enough.
"Thank you," she croaked. "Do I still have my bag?"
He nodded. The glassy eyed stare hinted she still wasn't entirely conscious.
"There is a candy bar in it."
"A candy bar?" he asked. He had never heard of candy being on a bar. But he shrugged and reached for the bag. Peering in, he saw an assortment of articles. Most were unfamiliar to him. Everything he pulled out and held up to her was regarded and when she shook her head, he would return the item and dig for the next. "Close tae bottomless," he muttered.
"Blue wrapping paper," she said. "Soft insides."
Frowning, he kept searching. Finally, his fingers wrapped around an unusual object and he squeezed the soft insides. Grunting, he held it up and was rewarded with a hint of a smile.
Marcella reached for it and tore at the wrapper with what strength she possessed. The bed was far less adequate than her soft queen sized mattress in her apartment, wherever that was at the moment. "Would you help me to sit up, sir?" Her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't believe we had a chance to be formally introduced."
Robert finally relaxed and chuckled. "Nae, I believe no," he said. "MacKerra. Robert MacKerra of Clan Fergusson."
It was an effort, but Marcella propped up on her elbows and looked at him. A flush crept up her throat to her face. "Clan?" She looked down at the length of material still covering her. Not just an attractive piece of textile. It was an identification plaid of clan colors. Bands of forest green and dark blue were crisscrossed with red and white stripes. She fingered the lightweight, obviously hand-loomed wool. Her eyes flashed back at him. "Clan?" she repeated.
"Och aye. A sept o' the Fergusson clan." It was simple to him. What was so difficult for her to comprehend?
The petite form collapsed back to the bed. Quickly vacating the chair, he drew closer to the cot to be certain she had not left him again. Her eyes were searching the ceiling. The candy bar hadn't been eaten, and he picked it up and offered it to her. She definitely needed something hardier, but he dared not leave her to begin cleaning the fish. Her head turned to him and tears had filled her eyes. Without a thought, he smoothed the hair back from her face. "Lass, perhaps ye should eat this wee sweet tae provide some strength while Ah cook us a bite."
Nodding, she took the bar and pulled back the paper. She studied him while nibbling the rich candy.
"We will visit when I get supper afire," he said. "Thaur be mony questions we baith hae." He turned to begin his task.
There was one question in the forefront of her mind she had to know. "I would like to ask one now, if you please?"
He turned back to her, giving her his full attention. "Aye. Which would 'at be?"
"What year is this?"
After hesitating because he didn't know if she really needed to know the answer at this precise moment, he knew he had to. "'Tis 1698."
The remains of the candy bar dropped to the mattress as she held his stare. "It cannot be!" she finally responded through stiff lips. "It is the 21st century. I live in an upscale apartment in Henderson, Florida. I am a high school teacher and have just completed the school year. And I will wake up from this nightmare any minute."
Portal to Loch Doon
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0058KS2NO
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/69907
Friday, June 29, 2012
Portal to Loch Doon in U.K.'s Top 100
Portal to Loch Doon remained in the Top 100 best sellers in the U.S. Amazon historical romance time travel category for nine months. Now the U.K. is picking up where it left off in the U.S. I am so pleased so many readers have found this whimsical romance enjoyable. It certainly makes the author wish for another personal journey to the unique country.
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