Happy Book Birthday to The Hummingbird Heart!

Today, Book 2 of the Haunted Hearts Legacy is officially available in both paperback and e-versions! If you like ghost stories, historical romance, sea-faring adventure, mysteries, and circus themes, this is the book for you! 

You can find ordering & more book info on this page of my website. 

And, as you probably know by now, one of the nicest things about book birthdays is that YOU get the gifts. :)

One gift I'd like to share is the book's official ♪♫  playlist ♪♫. You can listen to it here on spotify, or go to this page of my website for links to the songs on youtube.

As a second gift, I'm having an INTL giveaway consisting of the following prizes: 

1 - Signed PB set of The Architect of Song
& The Hummingbird Heart

1 - Signed PB of The Hummingbird Heart

1 - Signed The Hummingbird Heart poster

3 - Signed The Architect of Song
& The Hummingbird Heart swag packs

To enter for your chance to win, help me get the word out about The Hummingbird Heart by following the instructions on the rafflecopter below. 

Good luck to everyone, and thanks for sharing in the festivities as I bring another one of my heart's stories into the world!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Posie & Mosey Monday

On Mondays, I like to share word posies with my readers. Comments are disabled so you can enjoy this gift of poetry then mosey on along to your list of daily do's.*

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The Kind Ghosts 
~Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
   
She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.

She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
Not marvelling why her roses never fall
Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.

The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
And she is not afraid of their footfall.

They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.