We Need to Celebrate


Doing a litte giveaway for Christmas – just leave a comment below for a chance at a $10 Amazon card or a copy of Christmas Cookies!

I hope some traditions can continue for you this year. If you’ve been wracking your brain on what to get me this year, I’d love a review. Pick your favorite of my books and do a short one (I think Amazon wants 9 words – LOL!!)

We’ve already started decorating. We’re getting a live tree this year. Wanted the scent of Christmas to permeate the place to dispell whatever’s left of 2020. My Santa collection will be front and center this year – they always raise my spirit and I can remember when I got them which adds to the fun.



A New Secret – Book 6 in The Conall Clan will be coming out in January. A previously unknown relative joins the clan and has to earn his place. Cover reveal soon!! Sign up for my newsletter for more info.

There’s still time to read some great Christmas stuff out there – and add them to that new eReader from Santa!


And mine are available as well


Hope it’s a jolly holiday for you even if different this year. Indulge yourself a little and I’ll see you in 2021!

Final Supernatural Superlatives

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Well apparently Supernatural Superlatives is no more, but I wanted to share my last blog with you anyway. Happy Thanksgiving…

We made it through November! Not a bad month overall. There was a Friday the 13th, but since that’s my lucky day (no one else was using it) I had a great time!


There’s lots of other paranormal things you can attribute to November as well. I didn’t know about some of these, but I find them very very cool! I’ll be checking out the links when I get a minute

November 2, 1957: The Levelland UFO Case: Texans Including Fire Chief and Sheriff See Egg-Shaped UFO

November 3, 1954: Godzilla, The Greatest Movie Monster of All Time is Born!

November 12, 1933: The First Known Photograph of the Loch Ness Monster

November 13, 1974: The REAL Amityville Horror!

November 16, 1974: Humans Attempt to Communicate With Aliens

November 23, 1953: UFO Captures US Fighter Jet! (Kinross Incident)

November 26, 1476: Vlad the Impaler Becomes Leader of Wallachia

I’ve written a short novella for an anthology with other members of Heart of the Carolinas Romance Writers  (HCRW) that will come out next year. My contribution is about the Brown Mountain Lights so I hope you’ll look for it.

Hope you have a fabuluous if different Thanksgiving, just stay safe!!! And see you in December.  And be sure to read some spooky….


TBR Scifi Fantasy Week and Giveaway


We’re having a big party and you’re all invited.

There are 12 posts during the week. Each comment will be 1 entry for the prize of the Amazon Fire 7 tablet or a $50 Amazon gift card!

There are three chances to win a free copy of Hazardous to the Touch!

Here’s the schedule:

September 23rd9am

Scifi Fantasy Week Introduction post

Prize One: $20 Amazon gift card
Prize Two: $5 Evernight gift card

September 24th9am

Lisa Oliver Post (Illuminate)

Prize One: $10 Amazon gift card
Prize Two: Handsome Men Blow by James Cox
Illuminate by Lisa Oliver
       Sex, Gunpowder and Saving the Day by James Cox
       So Long Earth by Michael Bienenstock
Prize Three: Gentleman Brother series by James Cox

September 24th5pm

The Eight Lies We Tell Each Other by Christine Kirchoff

Prize One: $20 Amazon card
Prize Two: Sassing Saul by Gail Koger
          Lie to Me by Christine Kirchoff
          So long Earth by Michael Bienenstock

September 25th9am

The Cum Crisis of Neverland by James Cox

Prize One: $20 Amazon card
Prize Two: Worth it by Lisa Oliver
          With Tongue and Teeth by James Cox
          The Dick Defender by James Cox
          So Long Earth by Michael Bienenstock

September 25th5pm

Arresting The Warlord by Gail Koger

Prize One: $5 Evenight card
Prize Two: Protected by Christine DePetrillo
           Caged by Amy Johnson
           Lie to me by Christine Kirchoff
           So Long Earth by Michael Bienenestock
Prize Three: Other world series by James Cox

September 26th – 9am

Worth It by Lisa Oliver

Prize One: $5 Evernight card
Prize Two: Kinddom Cum by James Cox
            So Long Earth by Michael Bienenstock
            Handsome Men Blow by James Cox
Prize Three: Gentleman Brothers Series by James Cox

September 26th5pm

Her Cyborg Lover by Anne Kane

Prize One: $10 Amazon card
Prize Two: Agartha by Jaylee Austin
       Caged by Amy Johnson
       Hazardous to the Touch by Donna Steele
       So Long Earth by Michael Bienenstock
Prize Three: Other world Series by James Cox

September 27th9am

Agartha by Jaylee Austin

Prize One: $10 Amazon card
Prize Two: Caged by Amy Johnson
        The Cupan of Fluirse by ML Foxx
        Blue Vision by Marie Lavender
        So Long Earch by Michael Bienenstock
Prize Three: Hazardous to the Touch by Donna Steele
        Her Cyborg Lover by Anne Kane
        Lie to Me by Christine Kirchoff
        So long Earth by Michael Bienestock

September 27th5pm

Handsome Men Blow by James Cox

Prize One: $10 Amazon card
Prize Two: Gentlemen Brothers series by James Cox

September 28th8am

Today is Tomorrows Past by Keri Kruspe

Prize One: $10 Amazon Card
Prize Two: Daemons are Forever by Suzy Shearer
        Hazardous to the Touch by Donna Steele
        Rescued by the Cyborg by Jessica Smith
        So Long Earth by Michael Bienenstock
Prize Three: Otherworld series by James Cox

Septermber 28th5pm

So Long Earth by Michael Bienenstock

Prize One: $10 Amazon card
Prize two: Lie to me by Christine Kirchoff
         So Long Earth by Michael Bienenstock

September 28th8pm

The Dick Defender by James Cox

Prize One: $10 Amazon Card
Prize Two: The Gentlemen brothers series by James Cox

September 29th8am

Ending post

Prize One: Fire 7 Tablet
Prize Two: $50 Amazon card

September 30th – (No specific time)

Debut Author Linda Tiffin!

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Linda’s debut novel – Love by Design – is out today!

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You are going to be new to many of my readers. Tell us about yourself.

As a child and teenager, I was always reading and writing stories. Give me a pad and a pen, and I start putting something down on the paper. I was twelve years old when I read my first adult novel. It was Window On The Square by Phyllis Whitney. My mother gave it to me because I read so much, and she thought I was ready. That was the gun going off and I couldn’t read books fast enough. I loved mysteries and romances. I read constantly. When I was a mom, I even hid a book in the blankets that covered my legs at my children’s soccer games so I could read during the game. If my side of the field clapped, I clapped, but I had no idea what was happening. I never go anywhere without having a book in my purse as well as a pad and a pen to jot down an idea that might come to me that will make a great story. I enjoy writing romance with touches of suspense and hope that those that read them are entertained too.

Tell us about the book that’s just come out.

Love by Design is the first book in a four-book series. This is a contemporary romance with a hint of mystery and suspense. I love books with twists and turns and this book has several. I write what I’d enjoy reading. It seems others do too since my friends who are my sounding boards loved this book. The best compliment that I received was from my closest friend who was supposed to be reading for typos when she said, “I’m sorry, I’ve given up looking for typos, I don’t have time. I need to read this to see what happens.” That made me chuckle. I’m hoping that everyone enjoys this book as much as she did. The second book in this series is Designer’s Desire which will be coming out soon.

What started you on your love of writing?

For as long as I can remember, I have written stories. I wrote my first full length book as a freshman in high school on a standard Royal Typewriter. At the time, I didn’t know what to do with it, so it ended up in a box. By the time I hit 30 I had at least three boxes of these manuscripts. Periodically as I grew older, I would submit one to Harlequin Romances. They always commented positively on my storytelling, but everything else needed work. Finally, after all these years, I’ve managed to correct everything else!

Do you write in more than one genre – tell us a little about each one and the books you’re working on in each.

I write mostly contemporary romances in present day times. However, I have dabbled in historical romances as well as a couple of paranormal books. I even have a children’s book. It took me a while to find what I excelled in the best.

Designers Desire is the next book in my series. In this book my main character’s past comes barreling into newly built life, putting everyone she knows in danger. It’s a question of will she fight back this time or run as she did last time.

Have you attended any writing conference or classes? Tell us about some that and some that have been especially helpful.

Today, there are so many online classes out there, for nominal fees, that it’s crazy not to take advantage of them. Also, numerous writing groups are out there in most communities, who have presentations and welcome all new and established writers. I have participated in online classes as well as in person presentations by a number of well-known authors who were willing to share their craft. At every one of these presentations, I learned valuable information. No matter how old you get or how experienced you are, there is always room for growth.

Are you a member of any writing groups?

I’m a long-time member of Romance Writers of America and also Heart of Carolina Romance Writers. I find the most advantageous thing about these groups is the opportunity to meet with other authors. Having coffee after meetings when you can speak one on one with more established authors has been very rewarding. I find romance writers to be extremely willing to share and assist budding new writers as well as those who have been around for some time. You can’t put a price on those moments – they ‘re the best!

How attached do you get to your characters? Do you know what happens after the book ends?

I’m totally attached. I think that’s why authors write series. They can continue with those characters they’ve grown to love, even though they’re more in the background. Someone else from the background has stepped forward to be front and center. But the point is, they are still there and still moving forward. I think readers like the familiarity of series’ characters. It’s like they can see old friends as well as meet new ones.

Describe your ‘perfect’ writing day.

Believe it or not, I like cold mornings. I like to have a large cup of flavored coffee sitting on my desk so I can smell the hazelnut flavor wafting in the air. It inspires me to write. I don’t like a lot of distractions, so if the house is quiet, I can get into my zone. Once there, you can make all the noise you want, I hear nothing. I can get so focused the only thing that brings me back to earth is I want another cup of coffee or nature calling. Even then it sometimes is hard to take a break. Most writers I know who are on a roll, hate to break that momentum. The same is true for me.

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Linda spent most of her childhood and teenage years living in small towns in Upstate New York. She met her husband, Joel, while selling advertising for a local newspaper. He likes to say that he bought the whole package. They lived in a small resort town in the Finger Lakes and raised two boys, Dave and Rich, into dynamic young men. They have two lovely daughters in laws, Wendy and Tracy. And are blessed with four fascinating grandchildren. North Carolina has been her home for nearly thirty years. She and her husband were fortunate enough to have their children follow and settle in the same area. Writing is something Linda has done all her life, but now she finally has time to pursue it to her heart’s content.

Latest Paranormal – Hazardous to the Touch

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Why do I write paranormal? It calls to me, maybe because I grew up with the original Twilight Zone and Outer Limits. Maybe because The X-Files came out at just the right time for me. I don’t know, but it’s there and that’s what I truly enjoy reading. I do read other genres, keeps me fresh, but I always go back to paranormal or sci fi.

Some of you may have heard this story but in third grade I took A. E. Van Vogt’s Slan to school to read in my free time. Momma caught me and took it away, because “girls don’t read science fiction” – that might have done it and set me on the path of disobedience. I’ve read it ever since.

Now Hazardous to the Touch is out!

I like the paranormal to be mind related – psychics are a big hit with me, (Learning Trust, Before You) those with just a little touch of something that makes it interesting. That’s where this book comes in. Hazardous to the Touch is about a psychic, cut off from her family and any possible friends because of her gift (or curse if you go in that direction). She’s not content with her life, but used to it and staying in the shadows, until a serial killer comes to town. That thrusts her out of her comfort zone and she learns her strengths and budding new abilities.

I hope you enjoy it and I’d love a review.

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Excerpt –


Amelia was shaking as she let herself into her place. How had the detective done that? How the hell could that man get so close to her without her realizing? She felt everyone else standing outside at that house, their curiosity as well as their excitement. They didn’t know enough to be repelled and sickened.

She knew when people were close to her. Had for as long as she could remember, but he, this detective Capello, walked up and stood within touching distance without her realizing. She hadn’t known he was there until he actually spoke.

Was it the crime? Had she been that intent, that distracted by . . . no, she’d known what was in that room before she arrived on the street. He managed to get that close somehow without her being aware. What was different about him?

She needed to calm down and think. Heading into the kitchen, she poured a glass of iced tea. Then she wandered back into the living room and picked up the sketchpad on her coffee table. She returned to the kitchen and took a seat at the island. While she drank her tea, she began her sketch.

A credible version of the detective began to emerge. His eyes were dark. She always started with the eyes because they usually couldn’t hide what the person was thinking, at least not from her. His face was square with a strong chin and jaw line. His nose was a little large, possibly broken once in the past, but that gave his face the interesting touch that kept him from being pretty. He was definitely masculine. His ears were close to his head, and his hair long enough to curl slightly over them. His hair was thick and looked as though it would be soft to touch. The dark chestnut color worked for him. She’d noticed that even with only her quick glance at him.

The department probably thought he needed a haircut. She wouldn’t know those regulations, but it was a good length for him in her opinion. His hair curled slightly over his collar and was long enough in front to flop down over his broad brow, but not into his eyes.

His eyes, she thought about them again and added a line or two to her sketch. They noticed things. He took in her appearance with once glance, she was sure of that. He approached her, not any of the others standing there wishing to be part of the excitement.

Abruptly she closed the sketchbook. Why was she thinking about him after the devastation to that poor woman? How was she able to turn her thoughts from that? What word did she use at the scene—disrespectful? That’s what this felt like, Detective Capello shouldn’t be her focus. No, though she would never sketch the scene left in that bedroom. But even for a distraction, drawing the detective didn’t seem right.

Washing her glass, she tidied up, leaving no evidence that anyone had used the space. Returning to the great room, she flipped on some music, light jazz, and curled up in her favorite chair with her current book. She was alone. She was safe. She shook her head. How had he gotten so close without her feeling him?



Cover Reveal – Hazardous to the Touch

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Hazardous to the Touch has a cover. Yes, Robert did it again. HTTT is now available for pre-order and will be live on September 1 at Amazon, iBook, B&N, Kobo and other eBook venues.

This book developed differently than my others and I want to honor that process. Monthly I get together with six other writers that live here, and we critique 10 or so pages of each other’s WIP. We call it Writer-to-Writer. This is the first book I put through that process and it is much enhanced because of it. These women –  Laura, Laurel, Leslie, Lynn, Cyn, and Jane – have my undying thanks for their help, insight and honesty.

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Letting himself out of the house, Sal took a deep breath and ran his hand through his thick dark hair, pushing it back from his forehead. He needed air. He’d been a cop for nearly eight years, a detective for three, but he’d never seen anything to compare to this level of viciousness. God, this guy brutalized the woman. The amount of overkill was frightening. The walls of the room were covered in blood, which meant she’d been alive . . .

Looking up at the bright blue June sky, he noted a couple of cotton ball clouds to the west. It really was a beautiful day, and he had always loved driving through this neighborhood, especially when the Christmas decorations took over the area. He’d grown up here in Carlton City, though the city was a lot more developed now than when he was a boy.

The homes in this part of town were older—many built back in the 1920’s, full brick with large windows. Flowers and shrubs were at the front of every home and all of the yards were small but neat. There were mature trees in the yards, none of those spindly pear trees that developers insisted on lining up in new developments. At least a few of these trees were here before the houses were constructed and they meandered down the street where they wanted to be, not cultivated by designers.

What was in that bedroom, however, did not fit with this sedate, upper middle-class neighborhood. Would he ever be able to drive through here again without seeing what was inside that house?

He stiffened his spine and took a deep breath of the fresher air. The forensic team was in there now and needed him out of the way. He’d seized the chance to escape for a little while. For something productive to do, he scanned the crowd on the other side of the police tape. Gawkers, he hated them, even as part of him understood. Most of them had some real excuse to be out, like the man with his dog. The dog was much more interested in the mature tree closest to him. These people were quiet at least, probably neighbors. They weren’t pressing to get closer, only murmuring their questions to each other, concern on their faces, but not demanding answers of him. If they’d seen the bedroom, they’d be racing to get as far away as possible. Of course, there was always the possibility that the perp was watching to see people’s reaction, gloating over being on the inside even while anonymous. But he wasn’t seeing anything that set off his spidey sense that way.

His eyes fell on a woman standing slightly apart from the others. She was on the short side, maybe five foot two, well below the six foot one he claimed. Okay, he was six foot and three quarters—damn, he really was trying to separate himself from what he’d seen for a little while.

She wasn’t pressing to get closer, standing at the far edge of the sidewalk. She wasn’t talking to the others, holding herself apart. The clothes she wore were too big, and a color that caused her to fade into the background, as though hiding something. The large gray sweater was baggy, shapeless, and unnecessary in this weather. Her arms were wrapped around her waist, as though trying to protect herself from everything. Her hair was dark and down around her face, again hiding, but he could see the escaped tear that ran down her face. She wore no make-up and was pale. It struck him then—she was staring at the window of the bedroom. All of the others were watching the front door, waiting for some gruesome thing to emerge.

He found himself moving in her direction. When he stood in front of her, she looked up, clearly startled. “You a friend of the family?” he asked in a conversational tone. She wasn’t a suspect. Not to be sexist, but most women probably wouldn’t have the physical strength to accomplish what this perp had done. At least this one couldn’t. He was just marking time. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, turning her face down to examine the sidewalk.

“Uh, no.” She shook her head and the arms she wrapped around herself tightened.


She shook her head.

He extended his hand. “I’m Detective Capello.”

She didn’t speak and ignored his hand.

“You are?”

“Mary, Mary B-bridges.”

“Why are you here, Mary Bridges?” He kept his polite detective smile in place but was watching her closely now. He let his hand fall back to his side when she ignored the gesture.

“I . . . I heard . . . I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be here, it’s disrespect—Excuse me.” She turned away then and hurried toward a nondescript navy Honda. He glanced down at the license, and quickly scribbled the number on the back of his hand as she pulled away. He had no concrete reason, she didn’t feel like a suspect in this, but it seemed the thing to do. Something about her had caught his attention, and he paid heed to that. He pulled out his notebook and wrote her name and license number in the top corner of a page and drew a box around the information.

He needed to get back inside.

Bloodstock by C. L. Hadyn

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Prince Janos Rackoszi, Viceroy of Transylvania made the commitment to marry Baron Szechenyi’s daughter as a last-ditch offer to encourage the man to stop his gambling, and attend to his estate and family before he lost everything to creditors. He never thought the man would take his own life immediately after their agreement, or he would have found another means of encouragement rather than offering to bind himself to a woman he would never love, and have to protect himself from a mother-in-law who thought he was a revenant.


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The instant he awoke, the scent stunned him. Tuber rose, musk, and…horse? If the previous two fragrances had been sweat and leather, he’d bet the stable master was flirting, yet again, with the cook in the kitchen. He remained silent when his valet slipped quietly into the bedroom and opened the heavy drapes around the bed.

“The painter has arrived, your grace.” Akos proffered the prince’s usual breakfast beverage and continued. “Erzsebet assigned her the green bedroom in the south wing.”

With raised eyebrows, Prince Rackoszi inquired of his valet, “Green bedroom, south wing? Erzsebet does not approve of the painter?”

“I think the sentiment may be mutual, Your Grace.”

“Really? What contretemps could have occurred so soon?”

“The, er, Baroness arrived accompanied by Csikos, and Erzsebet assumed they were all seeking work in the stables, so she refused the main entrance.”

“Surely Erzsebet can tell a Baroness from a cowboy,” the Prince scoffed. He plumped his pillows behind his back, eager to learn the rest of the story.

“No, Your Grace, not when the Baroness herself was also dressed as one. In all fairness, the Baroness did not immediately reveal her status until Erzsebet refused her entre’.”

The unusual sound of his valet’s mirth startled him. “And how much outraged shrieking did that engender, Akos?”

“None, Your Grace. The Baroness simply lifted Erzsebet off her feet and carried her inside and kicked the door shut behind herself. I think, for once, Erzsebet was incapable of speech.”

“By the ancient gods, I would’ve enjoyed witnessing such a scene. The Baroness sounds like a veritable Valkyrie.”

“Indeed, sir, strong and tall, and most unusual. She insisted on grooming her horse herself before settling into her room. The stable master was quite taken with her knowledge of horses.”

“Well then, I best complete my ablutions and arrange to meet the Baroness. Come, Akos, choose something for me to wear. Oh, and tell cook I’ll be joining the Baroness for dinner so she’s to prepare something interesting to the palate.”

The valet froze in mid-reach for the empty goblet. “You…” A distinct croak came from Akos’s throat as he continued, “You’ll be joining the Baroness for dinner?”

Flinging the linens away, Prince Szigismond Emre Janos Rackoszi, prepared to meet the day with unaccustomed eagerness. “Yes, I will. I think my appetite is returning. Perhaps some fruit to tide me until dinner, what do you think, Akos?”

The valet snapped to attention when a royal finger closed his gaping mouth. “At once, Your Grace. I’ll have a maid bring you an assortment. Ah, I will draw your bath now.”



 C. L. Hadyn aka Cyn Hadyn, a career historian with Hungarian/Viking nomadic roots, loads up the gypsy wagon for the last time (hopefully) and heads to Greensboro, North Carolina, to follow her delusion of becoming a New York Times best-selling author. Yeah, sounds silly but it’s true. I’m a transplanted Yankee living way south of the Mason-Dixon Line despite its lack of decent Italian food. Uh, concerning the Italian food, I’d still sacrifice a small digit for authentic Italian cuisine a la Philly, Trenton, or New York.

Before settling down to write full time in the land of ‘bless your heart, and y’all’, I was a Special Operations (US Army and US Marines) military historian/archivist. Now I collect a retirement check and write paranormal, and historical romance. I guess my service with Army and Marine Special Operations left an indelible impression on my writing, because my characters, both male and female, are distinctly Spec Ops in their outlook.  They leave no man behind, color outside the lines, and are very, very lethal. I’ve also pushed the envelope a little by including Erotica and BDSM and M/M romance. Which brings me to my latest books: Golden Hours Book 1: Fall Back; Off Track; The Danegeld, and Guarded Hearts, published by Decadent Publishing under the pseudonym C. L. Hadyn.

If you have a taste for the paranormal, historical romance, or something more outre’, I would love to hear from you via Facebook.com/Cyn Hadyn or C. L. Hadyn.

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