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Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling


Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling is about a man on many missions beginning in a London sailor’s pub in the year 1705. There are the obvious missions but also those internal ones and relationship ones I took care developing most.

Gabriel Wallace is a high born member of English society and captain in the Royal Navy who is also a member of the House of Lords, although that last part does not play an obvious role in the book, it does in explaining who Wallace is. I intended the external actions to outward displays of his upbringing. For the most part, this holds true throughout the book. There are some exceptions because all people do odd things out of character at times.

“That his first person voice is as confessional as it is kept me turning the pages.” 4 Star Review from Published Author

What I’ve been hearing from beta-readers and in reviews is the enjoyment of the character development and the success of Captain Wallace connecting to the reader. It is a first person story, told by Wallace. He reveals nothing that he does not know. Some books will reveal how another character reacts in a way that you would only know if you were inside the other person’s mind. I intentionally made the effort to have Wallace only think of things he would need to think of at that particular moment in time, only things that made sense.

You don’t get every detail of the story that Wallace knows, because Wallace has no reason to revisit those memories. You do get hints of things in how he thinks back to them, or references them in his mind.

This isn’t a romance, and you won’t find any included. However, Gabriel Wallace is known by another name by the end of the book, and is included in a series of Historical Romance Adventures by my co-author PS Bartlett. Our intent with Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling is to give a background to show how he becomes the man Ivory Shepard needs in her life at a certain time.

With good reviews and response, it looks to me as though PS Bartlett and I have a good story with good characters. It’s been called a “page turner”.


“Even in these waters, that’s typical of a cyclone that comes up from the south.” Carbonale continued slicing away at the thick red hair on the crown of my head and tending to my wound as he spoke. “The cold water from the bottom of the ocean comes up to the top from all the churning and that, my young man, makes for even bigger problems. Hot and cold do not mix…in weather or in love.”

Adam blushed and chuckled. “No worries about that last part with me, sir. Captain, if I may speak plainly, sir, I want you to know that if not for Mister Carbonale’s quick thinking, every one of us would have perished. Me, still being just a boy and all, I’m sure I’d have been the first to go.”

“What?” Blood flooded my head and I slumped forward as the pain spiked in my brain.

“Sit still, Captain,” Carbonale said. “And you, don’t excite him…nor exaggerate,” he chided Adam. “A boy would not have survived out there. I believe after this day, you’ve proven you’re not a boy anymore.”

“I wasn’t exaggerating, sir, and you know it. On my life, Captain, I was saved by a black snake.”

I turned my squinted eyes to Adam. I knew him not to be one to lie but being saved by a snake? “Adam, there is…”

“Had Mister Carbonale not tossed me the whip, I’d be facedown and floating out to sea right now. When the longboat capsized, I surfaced several yards away from the barrels as they bobbed in the waves. Then, I felt Mr. Carbonale’s whip slap across my head. I grabbed it without a second thought. When I looked at what I had clutched in my hands, I almost let go. At first glance, I thought it was a snake.” Adam finally took a breath.

“It was a great deal less exciting than he has expressed,” Carbonale mumbled from behind me, now wrapping my head. “The fact is, the boy saved us all. It was his suggestion to tie those barrels together. He said he’d read it in one of his books.”

“Adam, get out of those wet clothes and get some rest,” I said.

“But, sir, there’s still work to be done and you need…”

“You’ve done enough for one day. Now go and help yourself to a cup of that hot grog as well. We’ll not have you catching your death.” Adam turned with a flashing smile and exited the cabin. “How accurate was his account of what happened?” I asked Carbonale as the door closed.

“Gabriel, I’d prefer never to think on it again. If the truth be told, I knew if I returned without that lad…let’s just say I’d rather face the sharks than your wrath.”

I made no further inquiries. In my physical state, as well as my state of mind, I decided not to press him and we spent the remainder of our time together in silence as he tended to me. Although we did not exchange words, I spent those quiet moments wondering if he realized how much of himself he had revealed today. He had medical knowledge and knew the workings of tropical cyclones, all the while pretending to be a young man of leisure whose only concern was the quality of his wine and the polish of his appearance. I’d already known he was brave and capable but adding to that his rescue of Adam and the others, I now measured him higher than any other man I knew, living or dead.



Ronovan Hester is a writer living near Athens, Ga, home of his alma mater, The University of Georgia, where he received a B.S.Ed. in History Education. Ronovan puts his love of history and his over 20 years of writing experience to use in his debut Historical Adventure set in 1705 England, American Colonies, and Caribbean co-authored with P.S. Bartlett.

Ronovan’s devotion to history and writing sometimes competes with his love of tacos and fresh fruit. At times, all his favorite things work hand in hand in mouth during long binge writing sessions that have been known to last nonstop for over 24 hours. Rather than see a sleep disorder as a hindrance, he uses the time for creative purposes, or watching old TV shows on online.

Ronovan enjoys putting elements of history, if only as nods to the past, in all of his book projects. He currently instills that love of history and learning in his son daily as he helps him through his college prep courses, meaning hours of homework every night, even while not yet a teenager—his son, not Ronovan. Now if he could find a very good mute for that trumpet his son just began learning.

Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling is available on Amazon in Paperback and for Kindle. It is also Free with Kindle Unlimited.

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Author Spotlight, Renee Scattergood

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Author, Renee Scattergood

Five Things I’d Buy with a Million Dollars

By Renee Scattergood

Oddly in this day and age, a million dollars isn’t really considered a lot of money. Unless you’re careful, it really wouldn’t go a long way, and unless you’re earning that much consistently, it can run out fast. It is, however, a lot more than I have right now, and I can think of a lot of things I’d want to buy. Here are the top five:

1) A house – I am so tired of renting. I’d love to own my own home for once. Of course, I wouldn’t go crazy and buy something too expensive. We’d have to think about property rates and insurance, as well. Of course with that much money, I could pay several years in advanced. Maybe a decent sized three or four bedroom home with a yard large enough for a pool and greenhouse. I’d love to be able to grow my own herbs, fruits and veggies.

2) A car – We don’t have one at the moment, and I’ll tell you. It’s hard. Our lives would become a lot simpler with a car. I really want a jeep! And I could pay the registration and insurance several years in advanced on that too, so we wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while.

3) Airline tickets – I haven’t had a chance to visit family and friends in America since I moved to Australia. None of them have even met my daughter and she’s nearly ten. It would be nice to take a trip to see them all. Then we can go to Disney World! WOO HOO!

4) Books – I’d buy more books than I could possible read in a year. That would keep me busy for a while! 😀

5) An Indoor Rock Climbing Gym – This is one of the things my husband has always wanted to do, and they don’t have one in the area where we live. It’s a huge tourist area with very little in the way of recreational activities, so it would do well. And at least it would provide us with a continuous income over the years.

What would you buy with a million dollars?

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Renee Scattergood lives in Australia with her husband, Nathan, and daughter, Taiya. She has always been a fan of fantasy and was inspired to become a story-teller by George Lucas, but didn’t start considering writing down her stories until she reached her late twenties. Now she enjoys writing fantasy. She is currently publishing her monthly Shadow Stalker series, and she has published a prequel novella to the series called, Demon Hunt. She is also working on a new series, Savior of the Serpent Isles. The first book, The Galvadi Invasion, is due to be released later this year. Aside from writing, she loves reading (Fantasy, of course), watching movies with her family, and doing crafts and science experiments with her daughter. Find out more about her, and sign up for her newsletter for a free copy of her latest episode of Shadow Stalker:

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Shadow Stalker: Broken (Episode 8) Description

Auren finds a way to escape the pain of her torture, but when Makari realizes it’s preventing him from “cleansing” her, he finds ways of randomizing the pain to keep her present. Still, she does not succumb to the torment.

When Makari can’t get through to her, he decides Drevin, the emperor of the Galvadi, is right. Auren is the delohi-saqu. Now Makari is no longer concerned with cleansing her because the delohi-saqu cannot be cleansed. He resorts to more sadistic methods to extract information about the Coalition. If Auren can’t resist, her friends and hundreds of innocent people will die.

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Guest Post on A to Z Challenge

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Friday, June 21, 2013
Debra Mauldin: B is for Bashful Betsy
Hello to all my fellow A-Z Challenge Bloggers!

This was my first A to Z Blogging Challenge and I was determined to finish. I kept my pace slow and steady, as I only did one A-Z post a day and took Sunday’s off to recuperate. That seemed to have worked well for me.

“Hats off” to the encouraging A to Z Team. They were available, if needed, to answer questions.
I didn’t get to visit as much as I would have liked, even participating in the A to Z Road Trip. I will participate in the A to Z Challenge in 2014 and I encourage you to participate, also.

Fellow Challenge Bloggers were very encouraging and supportive. I loved getting their feedback and comments.
I would like to share a short story with you that I got a lot of feedback on:

B is for Bashful Betsy

April 2, 2013 by D. B. Mauldin

Betsy had been dreading college. She was very bashful. She did not enjoy meeting new people. She had argued with her father to go to Breman’s College. Betsy had chosen Breman because it was the farthest college, away from home, her father would agree to. She was, also, trying to overcome her bashfulness and clumsiness. Being clumsy and bashful was not good. Her clumsiness always put her in bashful situations.
Finally, the big day came. Betsy’s father and mother drove her to the campus and helped her get settled in. There were lots of hugs, lots of reminders, more hugs, and then Betsy found herself alone in her new dorm room. She sat down on the bed and wondered what her roommate would be like.

Betsy fit right into college life on the big campus. She was able to blend in, learn, and observe. Her grades were good and she had time to write every day. It was near the end of the 1st semester of her 2nd year of college and her thoughts were full of final exams. With her mind full of thoughts and her natural clumsiness, Betsy ran into the corner wall leading to the staircase. She blushed with embarrassment as her books fell to the floor and scattered. Betsy felt a stab of fear pierce her stomach as she saw Roland walking toward her with the purpose of helping her recover her strewn books.

She had developed a huge crush on Roland the first day she had seen him. It was her first year of college, second semester, and one of her classes was World History. She had spotted him going into the door of the class just ahead of her.

He looked up at her from the scattered books on the floor, his large blue eyes locking with hers. She felt an ache in her heart. Her bashfulness caused her to blush even more.

“Here you go”, Roland said as he handed the books to her. Betsy managed to mumble, “Thank you”, as she quickly turned and fled up the stairs. Betsy bit down on her bottom lip, upset with herself for acting so bashful. She feared her bashfulness would never go away.

Betsy was rushing to her last class of the day when she noticed Roland up ahead. She slowed her pace so that she wouldn’t run into him. Roland went up the steps of the building ahead of hers and Betsy hurried on to her building.

After class, Betsy headed to her dormitory room, but heard someone calling her name before she got there. She stopped and turned to see who it was, then froze in fear as Roland jogged toward her. “Hey! How are you doing?” Roland asked. Betsy stared into Roland’s blue eyes and became dizzy as she was consumed with bashfulness. Roland reached out a hand to help steady here and asked, “Are you okay”?

The touch of his hand on her arm stabilized her. She was no longer dizzy, she just felt bashful. “I guess it was the cold” she said while shaking her head up and down.

“Well, let’s get you out of the cold first and then talk” Roland said as he placed his arm around her protectively and led her up the steps of her dormitory house.

Once inside, Betsy shrugged out of Roland’s arm and with her back toward him began to take off her coat and gloves. “What do you wish to talk about?” she asked bashfully over her shoulder.

“Well, for starters, let me introduce myself” said Roland. Betsy turned around and took Roland’s extended hand into her own. “My name is Roland Barrett and I’m a senior majoring in English.”

Betsy gave him a bashful smile. “I’m Betsy Robertson, a sophomore majoring in English” she said.
“Well, imagine that, two ships pass in the dark, both majoring in English. What do you plan on doing with your major, Miss Robertson?”

Betsy didn’t have to think twice. “I’m going to be a writer. Maybe teach some high school English and write on the side. What about you?”

“I want to be an English teacher and write on the side” Roland replied grinning.

That grin brought Betsy’s attention to his mouth. What a beautiful mouth, she thought. Before her thoughts could go on to how kissable that beautiful mouth looked, Betsy roused herself.

“Seriously?” she asked.

“Seriously” Roland responded. They stood for a moment, both feeling that they had just met their soul mate. Roland broke the reverie.

“I know we have just met, but I have watched you often from afar. I feel like we are old friends. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you had a date for the Valentine’s Dance yet.”

“No” Betsy replied as she felt a blush rising to her cheeks.

“Well then, I would like to ask you to be my date” said Roland.

“Yes. Yes I will.” Betsy said bashfully.

“Great! I will pick you up here at 7:00 pm. Until then, I will see you around.” Roland left before Betsy had a chance to reply back.

Betsy sat down in the lobby of her dorm house. “A dance,” Betsy groaned, “How will I ever make through a dance with my bashfulness and clumsiness?”

I am a professional writer, aspiring to publication. Wife; Mother to 3 beautiful daughters; Grandmother to 5 (soon to be 6, and just found out a 7 is on the way!). My grandchildren are my world! I’m a Certified Aromatherapist with an Associate’s Degree in Human Services. Writing has always been a part of my life. My passions are writing, reading, helping others, gardening, nature, and spending time with my grandchildren. My blog is Mama Bear Musings.

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