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Available Now! Lover for Ransom by Debra Glass

Release day has arrived! My new historical, Lover for Ransom, is available at Ellora’s Cave in all eReader formats. To celebrate, I’m blogging today, (March 20) with Kerry Freeman HERE and March 21, on Susana’s Parlour HERE. On March 22, I’ll be guest blogging on Silken Sheets and my Romance Writers of America chapter, Southern Magic’s Romance Magicians Blog. There’ll be chances to win a free download, character interviews, author interviews, and some tidbits about where I got my inspiration for my hero and heroine, oh, and my favorite secondary character in Lover for Ransom, an attitudinal horse named String Bean.

Blurb -

Lover for Ransom

Debra Glass

Ransom Byrne has been ravaged by guilt since an illness rendered his little sister blind. The former Confederate cavalry officer has resolved to make amends by hiring a Yankee tutor who’ll hopefully restore order to his sister’s life. Once that’s accomplished, he’ll be free to leave Byrne’s End.

From the moment she steps off the train in Tennessee, Cathleen Ryan makes a startling first impression. With her feminist ideas, the irrepressible Bostonian quickly outrages everyone—especially Ransom. He deems the bespectacled teacher too uptight and prim for his tastes. Appearances, however, are deceiving. She tenders decadent proposals that shock and intrigue him, and sultry nights spent submitting to his every illicit request offer them both love and redemption.

But when her steadfast convictions attract the attention of dangerous men, Cathleen risks losing her chance of becoming more than just a lover for Ransom.

Inside Scoop: This nineteenth-century tale contains mild violence, spanking, sloppy puppy kisses, more spanking, fiery suffragette speeches and an attitudinal horse named String Bean.

A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

Click HERE to buy Lover for Ransom in all eReader format at Ellora’s Cave today!

Excerpt -

An Excerpt From: LOVER FOR RANSOM

Copyright © DEBRA GLASS, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Don’t you ever read anything for pleasure?”

She toyed with the earpieces of her glasses, her mind fixed on the way his velvety drawl had played havoc with the word pleasure. She cleared her throat. “There are far too many important things to read to waste my poor eyesight on frivolities, Mr. Byrne.”

He closed her book, set it on the table and stood. Cathleen flinched as his leg brushed hers when he passed on his way to the bookcase. He opened it and pressed his fingertip to his lips in thought as he perused its contents.

Cathleen studied his casual stance. His weight shifted to one leg and his head cocked to the side. He looked back at her, stared so long it made her insides quiver and then turned back to the collection and removed a slender book from the shelf.

“I shall read to you then,” he said with a smile and he returned to his chair. “To protect your poor eyesight from…frivolities.”

Cathleen gulped as his long fingers opened the book and he thumbed through the pages. It looked like a child’s volume in his hands and she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d chosen.

“Ah, here,” he said, placing his elbow casually on the armrest of his chair to hold the book at a comfortable height. “It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden lived there that you may know by the name of Annabel Lee.”

Edgar Allan Poe. Of course she was familiar with the famed Baltimore author. But she’d read his works in braille, and certainly had never heard them read aloud by a man with such a hauntingly husky voice. This night—this moment, with the clock’s pendulum ticking off the seconds in time with the poem’s meter and the flickering glow of the lamp—seemed to be made for the dark, beautifully macabre poem about a woman who’d died before her time.

“For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee,” Ransom continued.

Cathleen closed her eyes, picturing a pair of young lovers walking hand in hand on a stormy beach. Ransom’s voice transported her and she felt the anguish of the author who’d lost his love only to find himself frequented by her ghost.

“And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side, of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, in the sepulcher there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea.”

Eyes still closed, Cathleen sat in the stillness, absorbing the song contained in the words. When her lashes fluttered open, she was surprised at the tear that traced down her cheek. Blushing, she swept it away. “Very nice, Mr. Byrne.”

He raised his eyebrows in mock warning.

She giggled. She actually giggled. Closing her eyes for a split second, she struggled to compose herself. She was acting like a bashful schoolgirl. “Ransom,” she corrected, her voice but a breath.

In that instant, something had suddenly changed between them and she was at a loss to decipher it.

Staring, he inhaled. “With your hair loose, you reminded me of the woman in that poem.”

Her eyes widened. “Dead?”

He chuckled without mirth. “No. Wild and windswept.”

This time, Cathleen did begin to smooth her hair down.

“No,” he said. “No. Don’t touch it. It’s perfect the way it is.” He must have realized he’d said too much. “I mean, it’s only you and me. There’s no need for pretense.”

Cathleen nodded. Her gaze fell to the brown leather covered book in his hand. “Do you believe such love exists?”

He snorted and closed the book. “This was the fancy of a man who imbibed too much and who thought too much. Love like that is for the young and foolish—for people who haven’t experienced the things I have.”

Cathleen gnawed her bottom lip. “Are you referring to your time during the war?”

He suddenly looked uncomfortable. His big and masculine exterior seemed incongruous with his sudden unease. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I saw and did things no living human being should ever have to see or do. Things that’ll make you hate yourself.”

Cathleen didn’t know how to respond. Newspapers told of the hardships and combat. She’d seen soldiers boarding trains to join the fighting. She’d watched neighbors don their widow’s weeds. She herself had received a telegram informing her that her brother had been killed. But even when the war had come into her very home, it had always seemed a distant thing. But these Tennesseans had lived the war. This man had fought it. Federal troops had occupied their home. While on the train, she’d overheard tales about frightening guerilla raids from both sides, about men who didn’t live by any code of decency, who took what they wanted and killed indiscriminately. These families had lived day to day, wondering if their hard-earned food stores, their homes or even their very lives would be taken from them.

“No,” Ransom continued. “The war was anything but glory.”

Still, Cathleen remained uncharacteristically silent. While she pitied the plight of these people, in her eyes, the war had been a necessary evil, a vehicle through which an entire race had broken the bonds of slavery and declared themselves free. And yet, she didn’t feel free to admit her thoughts on the matter to Ransom Byrne. Not tonight.

“What about you, Cathleen?” he asked, his gaze finding and holding hers, daring her to correct him. “Do you believe in that kind of love?” His tone was almost mocking.

Realizing he’d shifted the conversation back to the poem, she let out a laugh. “Of course not. In fact, I don’t agree with marriage at all and I shall never marry.”

“How did you come to this conclusion?”

“Contrary to what you might think, I haven’t chosen a life of spinsterhood because I am bookish and outspoken, not to mention plain.” She straightened, confused at the way a belief she’d always maintained with pride, now hurt. “No. I simply do not accept as true that a woman should have to marry and live out her days in subjugation.”

“Subjugation?” he asked and then laughed. “I’ve always thought that was the other way around. All the married men I know are pretty beholden to their wives.”

“That’s but a puerile joke. We all know that marriage gives husbands rights to a woman’s livelihood and even her body, if he so chooses to claim them. For a woman, marriage is nothing but legalized…rape.”

This time, both his eyebrows shot up. “That’s a mighty strong word.”

“A married man can demand his rights anytime he chooses. Therefore, if a woman is forced into coitus with him, it is legalized rape.” Cathleen lifted her chin, awaiting an argument. It was a strong word. But he needed to know how she felt about subjugation. She needed him to know it.

Instead, he surprised her. “Don’t you ever feel desire?”

Yes, I’m feeling it this very instant.

Lover for Ransom–Available March 20, 2013

Lover for Ransom

Debra Glass

Ransom Byrne has been ravaged by guilt since an illness rendered his little sister blind. The former Confederate cavalry officer has resolved to make amends by hiring a Yankee tutor who’ll hopefully restore order to his sister’s life. Once accomplished, he’ll be free to leave Byrne’s End.

From the moment she steps off the train in Tennessee, Cathleen Ryan makes a startling first impression. With her feminist ideas, the irrepressible Bostonian quickly outrages everyone—especially Ransom. He deems the bespectacled teacher too uptight and prim for his tastes. Appearances, however, are deceiving. She tenders decadent proposals that shock and intrigue him, and sultry nights spent submitting to his every illicit request offer them both love and redemption.

But when her steadfast convictions attract the attention of dangerous men, Cathleen risks losing her chance of becoming more than just a lover for Ransom.

A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Ebook March 20

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Excerpt ~

An Excerpt From: LOVER FOR RANSOM

Copyright © DEBRA GLASS, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Don’t you ever read anything for pleasure?”

She toyed with the earpieces of her glasses, her mind fixed on the way his velvety drawl had played havoc with the word pleasure. She cleared her throat. “There are far too many important things to read to waste my poor eyesight on frivolities, Mr. Byrne.”

He closed her book, set it on the table and stood. Cathleen flinched as his leg brushed hers when he passed on his way to the bookcase. He opened it and pressed his fingertip to his lips in thought as he perused its contents.

Cathleen studied his casual stance. His weight shifted to one leg and his head cocked to the side. He looked back at her, stared so long it made her insides quiver and then turned back to the collection and removed a slender book from the shelf.

“I shall read to you then,” he said with a smile and he returned to his chair. “To protect your poor eyesight from…frivolities.”

Cathleen gulped as his long fingers opened the book and he thumbed through the pages. It looked like a child’s volume in his hands and she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d chosen.

“Ah, here,” he said, placing his elbow casually on the armrest of his chair to hold the book at a comfortable height. “It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden lived there that you may know by the name of Annabel Lee.”

Edgar Allan Poe. Of course she was familiar with the famed Baltimore author. But she’d read his works in braille, and certainly had never heard them read aloud by a man with such a hauntingly husky voice. This night—this moment, with the clock’s pendulum ticking off the seconds in time with the poem’s meter and the flickering glow of the lamp—seemed to be made for the dark, beautifully macabre poem about a woman who’d died before her time.

“For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee,” Ransom continued.

Cathleen closed her eyes, picturing a pair of young lovers walking hand in hand on a stormy beach. Ransom’s voice transported her and she felt the anguish of the author who’d lost his love only to find himself frequented by her ghost.

“And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side, of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, in the sepulcher there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea.”

Eyes still closed, Cathleen sat in the stillness, absorbing the song contained in the words. When her lashes fluttered open, she was surprised at the tear that traced down her cheek. Blushing, she swept it away. “Very nice, Mr. Byrne.”

He raised his eyebrows in mock warning.

She giggled. She actually giggled. Closing her eyes for a split second, she struggled to compose herself. She was acting like a bashful schoolgirl. “Ransom,” she corrected, her voice but a breath.

In that instant, something had suddenly changed between them and she was at a loss to decipher it.

Staring, he inhaled. “With your hair loose, you reminded me of the woman in that poem.”

Her eyes widened. “Dead?”

He chuckled without mirth. “No. Wild and windswept.”

This time, Cathleen did begin to smooth her hair down.

“No,” he said. “No. Don’t touch it. It’s perfect the way it is.” He must have realized he’d said too much. “I mean, it’s only you and me. There’s no need for pretense.”

Cathleen nodded. Her gaze fell to the brown leather covered book in his hand. “Do you believe such love exists?”

He snorted and closed the book. “This was the fancy of a man who imbibed too much and who thought too much. Love like that is for the young and foolish—for people who haven’t experienced the things I have.”

Cathleen gnawed her bottom lip. “Are you referring to your time during the war?”

He suddenly looked uncomfortable. His big and masculine exterior seemed incongruous with his sudden unease. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I saw and did things no living human being should ever have to see or do. Things that’ll make you hate yourself.”

Cathleen didn’t know how to respond. Newspapers told of the hardships and combat. She’d seen soldiers boarding trains to join the fighting. She’d watched neighbors don their widow’s weeds. She herself had received a telegram informing her that her brother had been killed. But even when the war had come into her very home, it had always seemed a distant thing. But these Tennesseans had lived the war. This man had fought it. Federal troops had occupied their home. While on the train, she’d overheard tales about frightening guerilla raids from both sides, about men who didn’t live by any code of decency, who took what they wanted and killed indiscriminately. These families had lived day to day, wondering if their hard-earned food stores, their homes or even their very lives would be taken from them.

“No,” Ransom continued. “The war was anything but glory.”

Still, Cathleen remained uncharacteristically silent. While she pitied the plight of these people, in her eyes, the war had been a necessary evil, a vehicle through which an entire race had broken the bonds of slavery and declared themselves free. And yet, she didn’t feel free to admit her thoughts on the matter to Ransom Byrne. Not tonight.

“What about you, Cathleen?” he asked, his gaze finding and holding hers, daring her to correct him. “Do you believe in that kind of love?” His tone was almost mocking.

Realizing he’d shifted the conversation back to the poem, she let out a laugh. “Of course not. In fact, I don’t agree with marriage at all and I shall never marry.”

“How did you come to this conclusion?”

“Contrary to what you might think, I haven’t chosen a life of spinsterhood because I am bookish and outspoken, not to mention plain.” She straightened, confused at the way a belief she’d always maintained with pride, now hurt. “No. I simply do not accept as true that a woman should have to marry and live out her days in subjugation.”

“Subjugation?” he asked and then laughed. “I’ve always thought that was the other way around. All the married men I know are pretty beholden to their wives.”

“That’s but a puerile joke. We all know that marriage gives husbands rights to a woman’s livelihood and even her body, if he so chooses to claim them. For a woman, marriage is nothing but legalized…rape.”

This time, both his eyebrows shot up. “That’s a mighty strong word.”

“A married man can demand his rights anytime he chooses. Therefore, if a woman is forced into coitus with him, it is legalized rape.” Cathleen lifted her chin, awaiting an argument. It was a strong word. But he needed to know how she felt about subjugation. She needed him to know it.

Instead, he surprised her. “Don’t you ever feel desire?”

Yes, I’m feeling it this very instant.

Happy Birthday to my Favorite Hero–Thomas Benton Smith

  

 

"First romance, first love, is something so special to all of us, both emotionally and physically, that it touches our lives and enriches them forever." ~ Rosemary Rogers

 

Gatekeeper featured Benton Smith, the ghostly hero in my first published romance and first Phantom Lovers series book. The character of Benton Smith was based on the real Thomas Benton Smith who was born in 1838, near Triune, Tennessee. Smith, who showed promise as an inventor, attended Western Military Institute in Nashville, and when his state seceded from the Union, he enlisted in Company B of the 20th Tennessee Infantry. His cool head in battle and sharp intelligence propelled him higher in rank until he was commissioned Brigadier General of the 20th TN Infantry – making him the youngest brigadier in the Army of Tennessee. Sadly, Smith was struck down in a cowardly attack by Union Colonel Wm. L. McMillen, after Smith surrendered at the Battle of Nashville. Smith suffered 3 blows to the head which rendered him mentally incapacitate for the rest of his life. In 1876, he was committed to the Central State Hospital for the Insane in Nashville. When he died in 1923, he was the last remaining brigadier general of the Army of the Tennessee. But did you know the hauntingly handsome Confederate General Smith has made cameo appearances in several of my books?

 

Here's a description from Gatekeeper ~

 

 

Jillian froze. She could not move. She could not breathe. The ghost she had seen in her vision stood before her. Dressed in a worn and double-breasted cadet gray, thigh-length frock coat, he was nearly opaque and looked as real as a flesh-and-blood man with the exception of appearing somewhat faded. Jillian gaped. The only thing separating them was the flimsy old card table and she doubted that would stop him if it occurred to him to come any closer. Her pulse pounded relentlessly.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He came closer, his boots resounding on the wood floor. Spurs jingled with each step.

Jillian’s back flattened against the chair. Her breath left her lungs in an audible rush. She had glimpsed ghosts many times before but never had one been this present, this alive. She stared. But it wasn’t because of his devastatingly rakish appearance—the roughly chiseled cheekbones, straight nose and curve of his sensual lips—it was because he looked so real and because she felt a very odd sense of recognition. Still, the static charge of energy emanating from him left her with no doubt he was a ghost.

 

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Benton Smith reappears in the second Phantom Lovers book, Shadowkeeper ~

 

Jillian stood in the bathroom drying her hair with a fluffy white towel. She heard the water shut off and watched as the shower door opened and Benton stepped out, dripping and naked, onto the beige bathmat.

His dark, wavy hair was tousled carelessly about his head. Rivulets of water beaded and ran down his corded neck and muscular chest. Jillian’s breath froze when her gaze landed on the scar marring his left shoulder. He’d taken a bullet during the battle of Murfreesboro—where his brother had died. The wound had followed him even into death.

 

 

 

 

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My short story, Extra Sensual Perception, is included in the Flavors of Ecstasy I anthology. Set in Nashville, the hero lives on Benton Smith Road, a street named after the real Thomas Benton Smith. The road encircles Shy's Hill where Smith was captured during the Battle of Nashville.

 

Nashville traffic on a Friday afternoon was a bitch and when Iris finally turned onto Harding Place, she was thwarted by a long line of slow-moving drivers. Even switching on her hazard lights and honking her horn didn’t yield results.

When she ultimately arrived at Benton Smith Road, she turned and raced around the circle until she found the address. The driveway wound downward and when Iris saw a silver BMW in the garage, her heart sank.

The house looked sickeningly familiar. She’d seen it before—in her vision of his death.

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Benton Smith also makes a cameo appearance in Rebel Rose, a historical set in my home town of Florence, Alabama.

 

In October 1864, Confederate General John Bell Hood moved his twenty thousand strong Army of Tennessee through Florence Alabama on his way north to fight the battles of Franklin and Nashville.

 

Benton Smith's brigade was among them ~

 

Panic unfurled through her limbs and Rose tried to sit up but Dr. Roberts urged her back down on the pillows. “You’re not ready to get up just yet, Mrs. O’Kelley. Be still.”

Another Confederate appeared in the doorway. He looked to be about the same age as the young doctor and also surprised to see her awake. “How’s your patient?”

“She’s giving me more trouble than one of the boys, General Smith.”

The boy general’s dimples deepened with his handsome smile. “Mind the doctor, missy. He’s a good doctor. My only complaint is that he’s a little too fond of being at front for my taste.”

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His cameo in Scarlet Widow is a bit more subtle.

 

A handsome, young officer on horseback drew up alongside the fencing. He tipped his weathered hat. “Good day, ma’am. Is this about where Major Barksdale lives?”

“Yes sir, it is,” Athena said, boldly stepping between Molly and the officer.

He nodded in polite deference to Athena. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Molly shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked up at him.

He slid out of the saddle and gave his gray horse a pat on the muzzle. “I’m Brigadier General T. B. Smith.”

“Oh yes, you’re Major Barksdale’s commanding officer,” Molly said, recognizing the name. She stopped short of mentioning the general’s youth. Everyone knew of the Twentieth Tennessee Regiment’s boy general, the youngest in the entire Army of Tennessee. In spite of his moustache and spade beard, he looked far too boyish for his command.

“At least this’un has manners,” Athena groused. She’d always been one easily swayed by a handsome face.

“Have you any word of my brother-in-law, Major Greer Barks—” Molly began, but another horse broke through the column. Greer flew out of the saddle and flung his arms around Molly.

Joyful tears sprang to her eyes, flowing freely down her cheeks and onto Greer’s tattered coat. She wanted to let loose everything she’d been holding in. Her brain tried to remind her this was temporary but she would not heed it. Not now. Not while she felt safe and protected if only for a moment.

Years of hardship, the horrors of that night the Yankees came to her house and then the gut-wrenching pain of Witt’s death poured out of her all at once. Greer held her close, apologizing for the odor of his coat, of his body. Molly didn’t care. She’d grown accustomed to the musk of damp wool, of gunpowder and unwashed bodies. At times, she wondered if life would ever go back to the way it was before the war. Then, everyone had seemed so carefree and relaxed. So genteel.

Finally she lifted her face from Greer’s chest and gazed into his hazel eyes. “Where’s…where’s Hardin?”

Greer’s expression turned grim. He glanced at his father and then at Smith.

The boy general stepped forward. His good-natured smile faded. “I regret to inform you both that Lieutenant Barksdale deserted.”

Molly gasped. “Not Hardin.”

Athena’s bottom lip protruded. “He wouldn’t dare.”

“Goddamn coward,” Hamish muttered, his words slurred.

Greer stared at his father for a moment before he bleakly shook his head. “Hardin has disgraced us all.”

“That don’t sound like my Hardin,” Athena argued. “He ain’t the easiest of you three but he ain’t no coward, neither.” Hardin had always been her favorite, despite his surly attitude.

He was difficult and obstinate. But there was no better judge of character in Maury County than Athena, and Molly had to agree with her assessment. Darkly, Molly’s thoughts turned to the last time she’d seen him. He’d sat on her bed. He’d nearly kissed her. And then he’d left her to the mercy of the most uncouth band of men she’d ever had the misfortune to meet. Damn him. “When did he desert?”

“During the summer,” Greer said.

“Smack-dab in the middle of the Atlanta campaign,” Smith added. Under his breath, he confessed, “Of course, when Johnston was replaced with Hood, we had a good many deserters.”

No wonder Hardin hadn’t wanted her to mention to anyone that she’d seen him. Still, she couldn’t wrap her brain around it. Hardin? A deserter?

Maybe he’d realized what Molly now knew. It was foolish for men to continue to die for the cause.

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Lover for Ransom by Debra Glass

A New  Historical Romance Coming Soon!

Lover for Ransom

Ransom Byrne has been ravaged by guilt since an illness rendered his little sister blind. The former Confederate cavalry officer has resolved to make amends by hiring a Yankee tutor who’ll hopefully restore order to his sister’s life. Once accomplished, he’ll be free to leave Byrne’s End.

From the moment she steps off the train in Tennessee, Cathleen Ryan makes a startling first impression. With her feminist ideas, the irrepressible Bostonian quickly outrages everyone—especially Ransom. He deems the bespectacled teacher too uptight and prim for his tastes. Appearances, however, are deceiving. She tenders decadent proposals that shock and intrigue him, and sultry nights spent submitting to his every illicit request offer them both love and redemption.

But when her steadfast convictions attract the attention of dangerous men, Cathleen risks losing her chance of becoming more than just a lover for Ransom.

A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Read my favorite scene HERE by clicking the magnifying glass at the top right corner of the cover.

*Available March 20, 2013 wherever Ellora’s Cave Ebooks are sold

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Loving Locals Author Fair–Cold Water Books–Tuscumbia / February 9

Join me and a host of other Shoals area authors at Cold Water Books in Tuscumbia, Alabama, Saturday, February 9, starting at 10:00 am.

I’ll be signing local favorites, Remembering Florence Vols. 1 and 2, Eternal, and my Skeletons in the Closet Ghost Story Collections.

 

Coming Soon! Lover for Ransom by Debra Glass

I’m excited to announce that I’ve contracted a new historical romance with Ellora’s Cave. Lover for Ransom will be released wherever EC books are sold Spring 2013. **whispering** Scarlet Belles containing Bought and Paid For and Scarlet Widow might also appear in print this Spring.

Lover for Ransom

Ransom Byrne has been ravaged with guilt ever since an illness rendered his little sister blind. The former Confederate cavalry officer has resolved to make amends by hiring a tutor from up North who’ll hopefully restore order to his sister’s life. After that’s accomplished, he’ll be free to leave Byrne’s End.

From the moment she steps off the train in Thompson’s Station, Tennessee, Cathleen Ryan makes a startling first impression. With her feminist ideas, the irrepressible Bostonian quickly outrages everyone—especially Ransom. At first glimpse he deems the bespectacled teacher too uptight and prim for his tastes. Appearances, however, are deceiving. She tenders decadent proposals that shock and intrigue him, and sultry nights spent submitting to his every illicit request offer them both love and redemption. But when her steadfast convictions attract the attention of dangerous men she risks losing her chance of ever becoming more than just a lover for Ransom.

Romance Readers Author Signing With the Irrepressible Southern Sisters of Steam

Join steamy romance writers, Naima Simone, Carla Swafford, Kerry Freeman, Kira Sinclair, and Debra Glass for an afternoon chatting about love, unbridled passion, and romance at the Patton Creek Barnes & Noble, Saturday, February 16, at 2 pm. For more information and directions, visit the B&N Event Page.

Book Signing With Debra Glass and Other Authors at Huntsville Public Library

Join Debra and a host of other Romance Authors January 26, 2013 for the Love in the Library Valentine Fair Get in the Valentine’s spirit with this festival of love! This free event includes music, giveaways, and demonstrations by chocolatiers, florists, paper craft artists, and gift-basket designers. Romance writers will read essays, meet readers, and sell and sign books. No registration is required.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

2:00-4:00 p.m.

Main Library, 915 Monroe Street, Huntsville, Alabama

Auditorium

Birmingham Public Library Local Authors Expo

Meet me at the annual Local Authors Expo held at the Birmingham, Alabama Central Library. This event is will showcase up to 100 Alabama authors and will be held on Saturday, February 2, between 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. Authors will be on hand to discuss their work, sell and autograph their books, and talk about their writing process.

This year's event will feature two speakers.

Carolyn Maull McKinstry is the author of While the World Watched: A Birmingham Bombing Survivor Comes of Age During the Civil Rights Movement, a poignant and gripping eyewitness account of what it was like to grow up in the Jim Crow South. Her book covers everything from the the bombings, riots, and assassinations to the historic marches and triumphs that characterized the civil rights era. Fourteen-year-old Carolyn McKinstry was just a few feet away from a bomb, which had been planted by the Ku Klux Klan, berore it exploded at Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in September 1963. Four girls were killed. In her book, she shares how racial relations have evolved over the past five decades and gives an incredible testament to how far we've come, and how far we have yet to go. McKinstry will speak at 1 p.m. in the Arrington Auditorium.

BPL librarian and author Jared Millet will present a workshop for aspiring writers titled Show, Don't Tell: How to Breathe Life Into Your Writing. "Show, don't tell" is the most common piece of advice that beginning writers get from professionals, teachers, and industry insiders. Millet will clarify what "show, don't tell" actually means and demonstrate how to use writing to give readers a strong emotional experience. The workshop begins at 10:30 a.m. in the Arrington Auditorium.

 

Events

Local Authors Expo

February 2, 2013
10:00 a.m. – 3:00 p.m.
Central Library - 1st Floor
Writing Seminar
Show, Don't Tell: How to Breathe Life Into Your Writing
February 2, 2013
10:30 - 11:30 a.m.
Central Library - Arrington Auditorium
Carolyn Maull McKinstry, Author
While the World Watched: A Birmingham Bombing Survivor Comes of Age During the Civil Rights Movement
February 2, 2013
1:00 - 2:00 p.m.
Central Library - Arrington Auditorium

 

2013 Authors

@ Liberty to Speak Hearing the Word with a Spiritual Ear
Ed Abernathy Reckon Why
Frederick J. Arceneaux Mirrored
Kamenka Belton Laying at the Altar: The Ultimate Solution for Healing Sexual Trauma
Scott Blasingame The Warrior-Son
Elizabeth Bolte
Katherine Bone Duke by Day, Rogue by Night
Latonska Boswell
Jeanetta Britt W.O.O.F.: Women of Overcoming Faith
Joyce E. Brooks Self-Inflicted Overoad: Five Steps to Achieving Work-Life Balance and Becoming Your Very Best
Tahiera Brown
Jo Ann Brown Fat Tuesday: A Book About Mardi Gras
A. Bryant
Douglas Carpenter A Powerful Blessing
Harry Chambers
Gregory L. Clarke Light Will Make Rats Run
Jessie Crawford The Leroy series of children’s books
Dr. Roderick Van Daniel Notebook of Faith
Elizabeth Diaz
Enrique Diaz
Dionne Edwards Old Fashioned Recipes...Shared with Friends and Family
Alberta Felder We've Come This Far by Faith
Mary V. Freeman Incandescent
Steve Gierhart
Debra Glass Eternal
Judith Glenn
Sandra Gomez
Sybil Green
Vanessa Davis Griggs The Other Side of Dare
Emily Guido Charmeine
J. Mark Hart Fielder's Choice
Laura Hayden
Askhari Johnson Hodari
Hans Hooks
Avery Hurt
Rosanna Ingram
DeLois Jackson Faith: My Walking Cane to Glory
Raymond Jackson
Suzanne Johnson Royal Street
Jessie Jones Old Fashioned Recipes for the Soul, Your Health, Comfort and Romance
Tracy Kauffman
William F. Kelly Dangerous Passage
Deborah Brooks Langford Brooke
Helen Shores Lee The Gentle Giant of Dynamite Hill: The Untold Story of Arthur Shores and His Family’s Fight for Civil Rights
Jacqueline Lewis
Creola Lucas
John Mantooth Shoebox Train Wreck
Carolyn Maull McKinstry While the World Watched: A Birmingham Bombing Survivor Comes of Age During the Civil Rights Movement
Consuelia R. Diggs Michael Movin’ Mountains
LaQuita Middleton-Holmes Nappyminded Ideology
Jared Millet Summer Gothic: A Collection of Southern Hauntings
Jessie Miller
Shirley W. Mitchell
Mary Murphy
Adrienne Yvonne Norton The Eleventh Voice
Stephanie Osborn StarSong
Jack Owens Don’t Shoot, We’re Republicans!
Christy Reece Sweet Reward
Kimberly Richardson Tales from a Goth Librarian
Debra Eubanks Riffe Holding the Line
Myra Rutledge
Doug Segrest A Storm Came Up
Toni Shealey Lost and Turned Out
Beth Shelnutt A Life Between Light and Darkness
James Shelnutt
Lisa Shobe
Carrol Short
Annie Laura Smith
Helen P. Smith Why Be Ordinary? When You Can Be Extraordinary!!
Jennifer Stimson
Karl Heinz Strick Boy With a White Flag
Amy Leigh Strickland The Olympia Heights series
Kyle & Carly Strickland Sunshine's Night Out
Brandan Stuckey
Carla Swafford Circle of Deception
Marie Sutton
Gigi Talley
Dwayne Thompson Real Talk
Melinda Rainey Thompson I Love You – Now Hush
Skip Tucker Pale Blue Light
Clarence Watkins Baseball in Birmingham
Rick Watson Life Happens
J.D. Weeks Birmingham: Then and Now
Andrea Billingsly Whitfield What's the Black Alphabet?
Phyllis Williams
Larry Williamson Tallapoosa
NaTasha Worthy Without Parental Consent

The Local Authors Expo is presented by the Friends of the Birmingham Public Library, a nonprofit association that supports Birmingham Public Library special needs by providing volunteer and financial resources.

Love in the Library Valentine Fair and Book Signing

I’ll be participating at the Love in the Library Valentine Fair and Book Signing at the Huntsville / Madison Public Library, Saturday, January 26, 2013.

Love in the Library Valentine Fair

Saturday, January 26, 2013

2:00-4:00 p.m.

Main Library, 915 Monroe Street, Huntsville, AL

Auditorium

Get in the Valentine's spirit with this festival of love! This free event includes music, giveaways, and demonstrations by chocolatiers, florists, paper craft artists, and gift-basket designers. Romance writers will read essays, meet readers, and sell and sign books. No registration is required.

Some of the authors scheduled to appear are:

• Fred Arceneaux
• Kira Sinclair
• Andrea Laurence
• Linda Jones
• Lynn Raye Harris
• Stephanie Jones and Jean Hovey
• Robyn Corum
• Bambi Lynn
• Kimberly Lang
• Melanie Dickerson
• Katherine Bone
• Bonnie Gardner
• Debra Glass

The Real Scarlett O’Hara and Widow of the South - Mary Ann Harris Gay

Many of the most compelling Civil War accounts were written by Confederate women. One such author of the trials of Southerners was a woman named Mary Ann Harris Gay (1829 – 1918). Not only was Miss Gay a gifted writer of war stories, but she was also an energetic and effective participant. Her first hand reports detail startling events set against the backdrop of the most turbulent years in American history.

In her book, Life in Dixie During the War, Miss Gay stated, "If I could have, I would have joined the army and fought. But I did all that I could."

Mary Ann Harris Gay was born in Milledgeville, Georgia. in 1829. Her family invested heavily in Confederate bonds, which left them in strained circumstances after the war. Her brother, Tommy Stokes, was killed at the Battle of Franklin, and her mother succumbed to death soon afterward. Left to care for her brother’s widow and his child, Miss Gay did anything she could to survive and make ends meet for her small family.

After the siege of Atlanta, Sherman vowed to “make Georgia howl.” He forced the evacuation of all civilians in Atlanta and then proceeded on his march to the sea. He ordered his troops to burn crops, kill livestock and consume supplies so there’d be nothing left for the war-ravaged Georgians.

When Mary learned about a young mother named Maggie with three little children, who were starving, Mary prepared a pot of mush and some corn bread, then went in search of the family.

Finding them proved more difficult than Mary anticipated. She secured a wagon and wrangled a horse out of the cane brake – a dense thicket – where the Federals had stashed worn-out war horses. After Mary found Maggie and her children at the home of Doctor Holmes, she led the nag, with the mother and children nestled away in the wagon on a long and arduous trip. On the third day of their journey, they reached the depot at Social Circle – a point on the Georgia Railroad behind Federal lines. Here the mother and children boarded a train for Madison where they could stay with relatives.

On her return home, Mary came upon a group of starving women and children. Mary had purchased a few provisions in Social Circle for her own family, but she generously shared enough with them to keep them from starving.

Mary continued to make trips with the homemade wagon and Yankee horse, she’d renamed Johnny Reb, to secure supplies and food for the people in Decatur. On one return trip, Mary and Johnny Reb came very near being captured by Yankees. Upon being stopped by a party of Federals, she waved her bonnet as a flag of truce. When the Yankees inquired as to where she got the horse branded 'U.S.' on each side of his hindquarters, she informed them how she found the horse in the cane brake and they let her pass.

Mary walked miles to exchange the lead bullets she gathered from battlefields for food so she could feed the women and children left destitute by Sherman's troops. She concealed winter clothing in her dining room ceiling and later smuggled it to Granbury’s Confederate troops.

She published a book, The Pastor’s Story, and pedaled it door to door. According to her biographer, the book was “a hodge-podge of melancholy, girlish poetry and morally uplifting essays” she had collected over the years. The book didn’t escape the satirical pen of Portions of Mark Twain who parodied it in his book, Tom Sawyer.

In spite of Twain’s lampoon, Miss Gay’s book saw eleven printings and provided for her family through the grueling years of Reconstruction.

Miss Gay’s efforts extended far beyond helping her own family, and those in her hometown, however. She worked to raise funds for several projects. A devout Christian, Miss Gay secured funds to build a Baptist church by soliciting friends in parts of the South less devastated by the war. She also spearheaded efforts to raise money for the Alexander H. Stephens Memorial and Library at Crawfordsville.

After the Civil War, the United States government began a massive effort to remove the Federal dead to National Cemeteries. The Union dead at Franklin were moved to the Stones River National Cemetery in Murfreesboro. No such efforts were made for the Confederate soldiers and often Southern dead were moved to mass graves like the ones in Perryville and Murfreesboro which bore one marker with several names, but offered the dead no individual graves.

The Confederate dead seemed destined to have no single marked burial plots.

Many corpses washed up during spring storms and flooding. After learning that the graves were in danger of being plowed over, and that many of the wooden head markers were being stolen and used as firewood, John McGavock began work on relocating the bodies to his farm known as Carnton.

Though McGavock did not fight during the Civil War, he’d outfitted a Confederate Unit. A farmer, former slave owner and merchant, John McGavock came from a prominent family. His father, Randal McGavock, who’d served one term as mayor of Nashville in 1824, had ties to Andrew Jackson. Jackson presented a rocking chair to the McGavock family that is one of the several original pieces of furniture one can see when touring the home today.

Many of the wounded who had died in John McGavock’s home when it was used as a Civil War hospital, were already buried on the property. But when McGavock began mass relocation of the fallen, newspapers of the time covered the historic event.

“Graves of the Confederate dead, who fell at Franklin are about to be disturbed by the preparation for the cultivation of the farm on which those graves are situated. The brave men who fought their last fight on that bloody field were from Tennessee and other Southern states. They freely gave their lives in defense of a cause which they regarded as sacred. The remains of the soldiers of the US Army, who fell during the war, are properly being gathered up and placed in National cemeteries. It devolves upon the friends of the Confederate dead by private contributions to remove their bodies to suitable localities and that they may be properly protected from the neglect and exposure which awaits them if permitted to remain on private property. To accomplish so commendable purpose, a central board has been organized, the object of which is to receive all contributions that may be sent them and see that they are properly appropriated to the removal of the remains of the fallen Confederates to the place donated by Colonel John McGavock for a Confederate cemetery.” The article went on to state, “Resolved that the friends of the soldiers who fell at the Battle of Franklin, be requested to organize Local Boards to solicit contributions to aid in the removal of the remains, and report and transmit the same to this Board of Managers.” March 22, 1866, the Daily Union and American in Nashville

“The Franklin Review of the 16^th (June, 1866) says: The Confederate dead from the battlefield, and for five miles about Franklin, have been removed and reinterred in the McGavock Cemetery. Number interred is 1486. Head and foot boards are placed to each grave, and very few are unknown. This is very good. If the friends of the Cause will but bestir themselves a durable fence can be secured to enclose the cemetery, and head and foot stones obtained to mark their last resting places.” June 22, 1866, Clarksville Weekly Chronicle

July 7, 1866, the Bolliver Bulletin listed all the dead Tennesseans.

Upon learning about the relocation, which included the body of Mary Gay’s fallen brother, Tommy, Mary traveled to Franklin to find his grave. Though the bodies had been moved, she was appalled to see free range cows trampling the graves in the field near McGavock’s farm.

She resolved to raise money for a fence to protect the graves.

“The Houston Texas Telegraph states that Miss Mary A.H. Gay has obtained $1000 in that city (Houston) to aid in building the iron rail fence around the McGavock Cemetery at Franklin, Tennessee.” February 9, 1867, the Bolliver Bulletin

She also raised funds for numerous Confederate memorials and helped to organize a local chapter of the United Daughters of the Confederacy.

But it was the book she wrote for Tommy’s son so he might appreciate the father he never knew that garnered her the most success. Life in Dixie During the War recounts her refusal to leave her home when the Yankees camped outside for three months and commandeered her home for Union headquarters. One of the federal officers told her, "I glory in your spunk and am proud of you as my countrywoman."

Forty years after the publication of life in Dixie During the War, author, Margaret Mitchell drew from Miss Gay’s detailed and vivid firsthand accounts as inspiration for the character of Scarlett O’Hara in Gone With the Wind. And though Carrie McGavock has recently gained fame as the Widow of the South, it was through the tireless efforts of John McGavock and Mary Ann Gay that the largest Confederate cemetery was saved.

Mary Ann Harris Gay died, November 6, 1918, shortly before her ninetieth birthday, and was laid to rest in the old section of the Decatur Cemetery next to her mother and her sister.

A tribute to Mary Ann Gay in The DeKalb New Era, December 5, 1918, written by her sister, Missouri Stokes, closes with the sentence, “A suitable epitaph for each would be, ‘She hath done what she could.’”

About the author ~

DEBRA GLASS is the author of over thirty-five books of historical and paranormal romance, non-fiction, and folklore. The recipient of the National Society of Arts and Letters Alabama Screenwriter Award, she went on to win the NSAL Empire State Award for excellence in screenwriting. Debra is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Professional Authors’ Network. She is also a member of RWA's Heart of Dixie Chapter and RWA's Southern Magic Chapter. She lives in Alabama with her real life hero, a couple of smart-aleck ghosts, and a diabolical black cat.

She has penned paranormal and historical romance, including several romances set during the Civil War. Bought and Paid For, Scarlet Widow, Eternal, Rebel Rose, and Gatekeeper feature Civil War settings and characters.

Scarlet Widow by Debra Glass Receives Nod as Best Historical by TRS

I am pleased to announce that The Romance Studio has nominated Scarlet Widow in the Best Historical category in the tenth annual Cupid and Psyche Awards. Scarlet Widow’s cover artist, Dar Albert is also nominated for the Ari for best cover art.

What are the CAPA's? They are awards given by The Romance Studio for excellence in romantic fiction. Categories include inspirational, contemporary, fantasy, historical, paranormal, romantic suspense, young adult, sci-fi, anthology, BDSM, and the Ariana Overton Award for Best Cover Art or the Ari.

The final awards will be announced on February 14, 2013.

For a list of all the nominees, visit The Romance Studio CAPA Awards

 

Scarlet Widow

Tough…or tender? If she follows her heart, she won’t have to choose.

Molly has forever lusted for all three Barksdale brothers, but could never choose. Instead, scandal chose for her, and she married the youngest of the three. Then the brothers go to war, and Molly finds herself a grieving widow when her husband is murdered by a merciless band of Union soldiers.

Hardin Barksdale is hell-bent on avenging his brother. Greer Barksdale is honor-bound to protect his home. They both want Molly—and this time, they’re willing to share. The temptation is seductive, the passion sizzling. In harsh, post-war Tennessee, their nightly forbidden trysts wield the power to heal them all—if they can escape the twisted desires of a man bent on seeing all three of them dead.

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TRS Review of Scarlet Widow

Molly has always lusted after all three Barksdale brothers, never being quite able to choose one over the other until her scandalous actions and vengeful gossip chooses for her and she marries the youngest brother.  With the war raging, all three brothers go to protect what they believe in, never realizing the price they will each have to pay.  Molly finds herself a widow when her husband is murdered by a band of Union soldiers. 

Greer and Hardin Barksdale both have always been in love with Molly.  Both brothers will do whatever is necessary to protect and love her even if that includes sharing her with each other.  Nightly Molly and her lovers blaze a trail of desire and love that tempts even as it heals the anguish and destruction that the war has caused them.  But a mad man stalks them, hell-bent on seeing all of them dead.

The strength of Ms. Glass’s writing draws the reader into her deeply emotional and moving love stories time and time again and her latest, Scarlet Widow is no exception.  By intertwining passion and history overlaid with a great depth of emotion and laced with a relentless increasing level of sensuality between Greer, Molly and Hardin the reader is treated to dark and utterly seductive story that pulls-at-the-heartstrings!  Set during the Civil War, Scarlet Widow gives the reader a gripping, detailed and vividly descriptive look at the heartache, hardships and cruelties of war, Molly and the Barksdale brothers experienced that forever changed their lives.  The historically filled pages are brimming with tension, hope and courage, richly portrayed in such a way that the reader will have a difficult time putting this story down.

Greer, Molly and Hardin are bold and endearing characters that demand the attention of the reader from the very first time they are introduced.  Greer and Hardin each believably struggle for different reasons to face their fears and their love for Molly trying to do right by her.  The realistic anguish and fiery passion Molly struggles with in her love of both Hardin and Greer is mesmerizing.  These characters are incredibly alive and ones the reader will come to care for deeply.  The sexual desire is deliciously decadent and erotically satisfying, heating up the pages to explosive levels! 

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Researching Civil War History

I majored in history at the University of North Alabama because I thoroughly enjoyed research, reading old diaries, sitting hours at a library scrolling through microfiche, and uncovering firsthand accounts long forgotten.

It’s good I relish a thorough history hunt. Because readers of historical fiction and historical romance are nit-picky about authentic detail, from dialogues to names and dates down to the type of lace that would have adorned a character’s pantalets.

Such accuracy in details transport a reader back in time and bring historical characters to life.

Not only did I participate as a book vendor in one of the largest Civil War Shows, I used the opportunity to research. With over 1000 booths selling and displaying everything from weaponry to period reproduction clothing, the show offered much inspiration.

This is a Civil War era ear trumpet, used as a hearing aid by the hearing impaired. The tube was made of woven cloth and the bell end was fashioned out of brass.

 

 

 

Because the heroine in my work in progress is seeing impaired, I was most interested in Civil War era eyeglasses and eye protection. These have tinted lenses designed to shield the eyes from bright light. The earpieces and frame are wire.

 

Hair jewelry was a common fad during the Civil War. A soldier departing for war would have given a lock of hair to his sweetheart as a keepsake. Women often fashioned these locks of hair into intricately woven or braided designs they could then wear as an accessory. From The Civil War Parlor -  “Materials such as gutta-percha, jet, black glass,  black enamel, pinchbeck, (a metal that looks and wears like gold but isn’t) and gold were commonly used in the creation of mourning jewelry.”

 

 

 

My daughter, Zoe, with a group of Tennessee Confederates

Living history participants and reenactors pay special attention to the authenticity of their uniforms and accessories.

Most Confederates from mid-1862 on wore a homespun 'butternut' uniform. Butternut took its name from a community of pro-Southern farmers living in the Mid-West, who dyed their fabric in walnut or butternut oil. Butternut was durable and cheaply manufactured throughout the South.

The movies and television have often depicted Civil War soldiers decked out in blue and gray, Federals in blue, Confederates in gray, but wearing otherwise identical uniforms. As Confederates struggled to acquire uniforms at all, this myth couldn’t be further from the truth. Uniforms from both sides came in an array of colors.

The Zouaves added splashes of color to their uniforms. From Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell, “There was one gaudy splash of color among the uniforms that put the girls’ bright finery to shame and stood out in the crowd like a tropical bird – a Louisiana Zouave, with baggy blue and white striped pants, cream gaiters, and a tight little red jacket.”

Zoe with Whitt Barr (descendent of 20th Tennessee’s William J. McMurray who wrote the 20th’s regimental history) dressed in his Zouave Uniform (not visible is the gold tassel on his hat)

Some Federal units wore gray and some Confederates wore blue – which often tragically resulted in “friendly fire” situations.

Confederate soldiers clad in the gray uniform with a matching kepi was something of a rarity.

 

Civil War era amber earbobs.

 

 

 

Look for unique and fun ways to research historical romance!

Middle Tennessee Civil War Show

Debra will be hosting a table with Heath Mathews, military historian and co-author of the Skeletons of the Civil War – True Ghost Stories of the Army of Tennessee, at the:

Middle Tennessee Civil War Show

When: December 1 & 2, 2012

Where: Williamson County Ag Expo Park, 4215 Long Lane, Franklin, TN 37064

Hours: Saturday, December 1, 9 AM - 5 PM

Sunday, December 2, 9 AM - 3 PM

Admission: Adults - $8 Under 12 - Free

Number of Tables: 1,000

Southern Magic Readers’ Luncheon 2012

I had a wonderful time at the annual Southern Magic Readers’ Luncheon. Our keynote speaker was New York Times #1 Best Selling Author Sherrilyn Kenyon, and welcome speaker New York Times Best Selling Author, Dianna Love. Beyond Her Book (Publisher’s Weekly) Blogger, Barbara Vey, was our special guest.

Here are some of the highlights of the day ~

The Author Table I shared with Naima Simone

Naima and me

Naima presents Sherrilyn Kenyon with some fabulous author swag

My books, ready to be signed. Eternal sold out!

Me with Barbara Vey

A record crowd in attendance

Drawing a winner for my author basket which included a copy of Eternal, a copy of Skeletons of the Civil War, a soundtrack of music that inspired me while writing Eternal, Mt. Pleasant Tennessee notecards with images of my setting, an antique frame, and a cozy fleece throw.

Me with Eternal’s cover artist, the very talented Tricia Schmitt

Naima Simone’s gift basket with a  copy of Eternal peeping out the top

One of the highlights of my career as an author was signing my book, Eternal, for Sherrilyn Kenyon

Award presented to me by the Southern Magic Chapter for the publication of my 25th book in romance fiction

 

I’m looking forward to next year’s luncheon, which will be held November 2 at the Harbert Center in Birmingham, Alabama. The keynote speaker will be Jeaniene Frost.

Debra Glass will be at Book Barn in Columbia Tennessee Saturday, Oct.20

I will be at Book Barn in Columbia, Tennessee, the setting for Eternal, Saturday, October 20, from 2 – 4 pm.

I will also have copies of all my regional ghost story collections.

The Book Barn opened Oct. 1 and is located at 1129 Trotwood Ave., Suite 1. The store carries new and used books, CD’s, DVD’s, gifts and other items.

For more information, see the article in The Daily Herald – CLICK HERE