Showing posts with label wicked intentions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wicked intentions. Show all posts
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Paranormal Love Features: The Legend of Lake Manor by JoAnne Myers
Paranormal Love Features: The Legend of Lake Manor by JoAnne Myers: THE LEGEND OF LAKE MANOR-one tale from "Wicked Intentions" Blurb: Twenty-three year old Cassandra Lopez, embar...
The Legend of Lake Manor by JoAnne Myers
THE LEGEND OF LAKE MANOR-one tale from "Wicked Intentions"
Blurb: Twenty-three year old Cassandra Lopez, embarking on a long-standing family quest, traveled by bus to Lancaster, Ohio, arriving late in the afternoon of March 9. Opposite the depot, directly across from the parking coach, she saw a taxi line running along the street. As soon as traffic permitted, she scurried over, grasped the door handle of the first Yellow Cab and climbed into the rear compartment.
Excerpt: “Lake Manor, please,” she informed the pair of dark eyes peering at her via the rearview mirror. Eyes that widened in shock at her destination.
“That’s a bad hotel. I know many that are much better.”
Leaning forward, Cassandra politely told the middle-aged ebony driver, “So do I, but take me there anyway.”
The man reluctantly removed his cigar. “If the lady wishes.” He then kissed the rosary around his sweaty neck.
Cassandra nodded at the gesture. “I’ve never needed religion, but I’m sure it’s calming to many.”
“For one not to need faith, one must have many guardian angels or be an atheist.”
She smiled at his comment. She then removed her heavy hobo bag from around her shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. Her two-hundred mile journey was finally over.
The taxi driver shifted into Drive and pulled away from the curb, heading toward Route 22 East. “The only people who dare stay at Lake Manor are fugitives or strangers who don’t know ‘bout its history. Which are you?”
“Neither,” she said. “I’m a thrill seeker.”
“Ahhh, even worse.” He added a hearty laugh as he turned onto the winding Lake Road.
From the corner of the road, with the corn still low, she clearly saw the brick and mortar mansion. The three-story building, built into a hill, was an impressive yet daunting sight. Her first glimpse made the hair rise on the nape of her neck.
Buy Links: http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/WickedIntentions.html
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Contact JoAnne:
Email: joannemyers@frontier.com
Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers
Facebook Author Page: http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers
Facebook Profile Page: http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927
Website:
Books and Paintings by JoAnne:http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
JoAnne’s Blogs:
Books and Paintings by JoAnne Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2
Jo Anne’s Blog: http://joannemyers.blogspot.com/
JoAnne’s WordPress Blog:
http://joannemyerswordpressblog.wordpress.com/
Jo Anne’s Postings: https://joannemyers.wordpress.com/
Monday, February 9, 2015
Wicked Intentions
Excerpt from "SUMMER WIND" one tale from "Wicked Intentions" a paranormal anthology
The summer of 1971 was a new beginning for Ginger Duncan, a mother of
two girls. Eight year old Betsy liked to paint and dreamed of becoming a
professional artist. Ten year old Daisy loved animals and wanted to be a
veterinarian. The girls had a pet raccoon that they kept in a cage. The animal
was a gift from their maternal grandfather, Ralph Weisman.
Ginger had recently wed businessman Mike Duncan. It was her second
marriage and his first. The couple wanted a new start and decided to move to
the small town of Destiny, located in northern Wisconsin, and buy a home.
“We’re almost there, dear,” said the realtor, Lucille Keefer. “It’s just the
right size for a small family unless you and your new husband are thinking of
having more children.”
“Oh no,” laughed Ginger, cutting off the nosey woman. “Mike is content
with being a step-father.”
“Another two miles, and we’ll be there,” said the realtor just as a large
ominous looking house overlooking the bay caught Ginger’s eye.
“Who lives there?” she asked, pointing out the car window.
The realtor stopped in the middle of the road and looked. “Oh, that white
elephant,” she said with laugh. “I own it, too, but you said a small home for
now.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” said Ginger flippantly. “I want to look inside. Do
you have the key?”
“Yes…but…” said the realtor.
“Let’s check it out,” said Ginger, interrupting without bothering to look at
the realtor.
“Okay, if you insist,” said Lucille, steering her Cadillac in the direction of
the two-story white mansion.
As the car pulled into the horseshoe driveway, Ginger marveled at the
structure, as if hypnotized by an uncontrollable and unknown force. “This place
has great potential. I can feel it.”
“It has something alright,” mumbled the realtor.
“What did you say?” asked Ginger, exiting the vehicle.
“Oh, nothing, dear. Here’s the key,” said the realtor, handing the item out
the window.
“Aren’t you going in?” asked Ginger, accepting the key.
“I never go inside that home. I always wait outside.”
“Suit yourself,” said Ginger, ascending the steps onto the front porch. The
boards beneath her squeaked with each step. As she inserted the key in the lock,
the heavy wooden door mysteriously opened. “That’s odd,” she whispered
before entering.
Contact JoAnne:
Email:
joannemyers@frontier.com
Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers
Facebook Author Page: http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers
Facebook Profile Page: http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927
Website: Books and Paintings by JoAnne:http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
JoAnne’s Blogs:
Books and Paintings by JoAnne Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2
Jo Anne’s Blog: http://joannemyers.blogspot.com/
JoAnne’s WordPress Blog: http://joannemyerswordpressblog.wordpress.com/
Jo Anne’s Postings: https://joannemyers.wordpress.com/
Buy Links:http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/WickedIntentions.html
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=wicked+intentions&categoryId=100501
http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Intentions-JoAnne-Myers-ebook/dp/B00GNRUF40/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384531716&sr=1-1&keywords=wicked+intentions+myers
two girls. Eight year old Betsy liked to paint and dreamed of becoming a
professional artist. Ten year old Daisy loved animals and wanted to be a
veterinarian. The girls had a pet raccoon that they kept in a cage. The animal
was a gift from their maternal grandfather, Ralph Weisman.
Ginger had recently wed businessman Mike Duncan. It was her second
marriage and his first. The couple wanted a new start and decided to move to
the small town of Destiny, located in northern Wisconsin, and buy a home.
“We’re almost there, dear,” said the realtor, Lucille Keefer. “It’s just the
right size for a small family unless you and your new husband are thinking of
having more children.”
“Oh no,” laughed Ginger, cutting off the nosey woman. “Mike is content
with being a step-father.”
“Another two miles, and we’ll be there,” said the realtor just as a large
ominous looking house overlooking the bay caught Ginger’s eye.
“Who lives there?” she asked, pointing out the car window.
The realtor stopped in the middle of the road and looked. “Oh, that white
elephant,” she said with laugh. “I own it, too, but you said a small home for
now.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” said Ginger flippantly. “I want to look inside. Do
you have the key?”
“Yes…but…” said the realtor.
“Let’s check it out,” said Ginger, interrupting without bothering to look at
the realtor.
“Okay, if you insist,” said Lucille, steering her Cadillac in the direction of
the two-story white mansion.
As the car pulled into the horseshoe driveway, Ginger marveled at the
structure, as if hypnotized by an uncontrollable and unknown force. “This place
has great potential. I can feel it.”
“It has something alright,” mumbled the realtor.
“What did you say?” asked Ginger, exiting the vehicle.
“Oh, nothing, dear. Here’s the key,” said the realtor, handing the item out
the window.
“Aren’t you going in?” asked Ginger, accepting the key.
“I never go inside that home. I always wait outside.”
“Suit yourself,” said Ginger, ascending the steps onto the front porch. The
boards beneath her squeaked with each step. As she inserted the key in the lock,
the heavy wooden door mysteriously opened. “That’s odd,” she whispered
before entering.
Contact JoAnne:
Email:
joannemyers@frontier.com
Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers
Facebook Author Page: http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers
Facebook Profile Page: http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927
Website: Books and Paintings by JoAnne:http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
JoAnne’s Blogs:
Books and Paintings by JoAnne Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2
Jo Anne’s Blog: http://joannemyers.blogspot.com/
JoAnne’s WordPress Blog: http://joannemyerswordpressblog.wordpress.com/
Jo Anne’s Postings: https://joannemyers.wordpress.com/
Buy Links:http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/WickedIntentions.html
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=wicked+intentions&categoryId=100501
http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Intentions-JoAnne-Myers-ebook/dp/B00GNRUF40/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384531716&sr=1-1&keywords=wicked+intentions+myers
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Excerpt from "Wicked Intentions" 7 bone chilling paranormal tales
THE LEGEND OF LAKE MANOR
Blurb: Twenty-three year old Cassandra Lopez, embarking on a long-standing family quest, traveled by bus to Lancaster, Ohio, arriving late in the afternoon of March 9. Opposite the depot, directly across from the parking coach, she saw a taxi line running along the street. As soon as traffic permitted, she scurried over, grasped the door handle of the first Yellow Cab and climbed into the rear compartment.
Excerpt: “Lake Manor, please,” she informed the pair of dark eyes peering at her via the rearview mirror. Eyes that widened in shock at her destination.
“That’s a bad hotel. I know many that are much better.”
Leaning forward, Cassandra politely told the middle-aged ebony driver, “So do I, but take me there anyway.”
The man reluctantly removed his cigar. “If the lady wishes.” He then kissed the rosary around his sweaty neck.
Cassandra nodded at the gesture. “I’ve never needed religion, but I’m sure it’s calming to many.”
“For one not to need faith, one must have many guardian angels or be an atheist.”
She smiled at his comment. She then removed her heavy hobo bag from around her shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. Her two-hundred mile journey was finally over.
The taxi driver shifted into Drive and pulled away from the curb, heading toward Route 22 East. “The only people who dare stay at Lake Manor are fugitives or strangers who don’t know ‘bout its history. Which are you?”
“Neither,” she said. “I’m a thrill seeker.”
“Ahhh, even worse.” He added a hearty laugh as he turned onto the winding Lake Road.
From the corner of the road, with the corn still low, she clearly saw the brick and mortar mansion. The three-story building, built into a hill, was an impressive yet daunting sight. Her first glimpse made the hair rise on the nape of her neck.
Buy Links: http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/WickedIntentions.html
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=wicked+intentions&categoryId=100501
http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Intentions-JoAnne-Myers-ebook/dp/B00GNRUF40/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384531716&sr=1-1&keywords=wicked+intentions+myers
Friday, February 6, 2015
Wicked Intentions with Writing Tip
WRITING PARANORMAL-by JoAnne Myers
When it comes to fiction writing, almost anything goes. That is why I love writing paranormal and fantasy stories. The author can go completely over the edge and make something unbelievable seem believable. When it comes to ghost stories, I get a lot of my inspiration from real life experiences. Not necessarily my own either. I watch television programs that partake of the supernatural and paranormal flare. Programs from ordinary people who claim they experienced either an afterlife experience, or a haunting.
For my ghost stories, I get a lot of my inspiration from real life experiences. Not necessarily my own, either. I watch television programs with the supernatural and paranormal flare; documentaries from ordinary people who claim they experienced either an afterlife experience, or a haunting.
Some of the stories from my anthology, "Wicked Intentions", are based on actual hauntings. In The Legend of Lake Manor, I placed my young psychic, Cassandra Lopez, in a haunted mansion I fashioned on my knowledge of a three-story mansion in my hometown and information from television about a restaurant/bar in Ohio, supposedly ruled by demons so violent that the local police are constantly closing it down.
A television documentary about a young mother plagued by ghost sightings since childhood, inspired The Haunting of Barb Marie and her gift/curse.
And The Apartment, in which my newlyweds, Bill and Gayle, are plagued by sightings of evil ghosts that threaten their marriage and theirs lives, originated from a real apartment haunted by the ghosts of two homosexual lovers who died violently. The legend says no tenant is able to stay there until the spirits are chased off by a paranormal investigation team.
On the Discovery Channel, is where I got the idea for Summer Wind. I learned of the colonial explorer Jonathon Carver who lived during the 1700s and whose ghost is believed to be haunting the Summerwind estate, built in the early 20th century. Carver’s ghost is, supposedly, searching the house’s foundations for deeds to a vast tract of land (10,000 square miles) given to him by Sioux Indian chiefs as a reward for the peace treaty he created between two warring tribes. In my Summer Wind, 29 year-old Ginger is mysteriously drawn to the old mansion, and like the many owners of the real mansion, the haunting had a negative and profound effect on Ginger and her family.
Another investigative program concerned one sister’s psychic premonitions about her twin’s murder. This led to my story, Blood Ties, and my heroine, Audra Roper’s dark, disturbing visions of her sister’s disappearance and the roller coaster of risks, heartbreak, and intrigue that followed.
Dark Visions came from reading a newspaper story while sitting in a diner. A young woman began having visions of her father's disappearance that was actually his murder from years earlier. So, my Carrie Reynolds starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday and believes these ‘dark visions’ can solve the twenty year disappearance of her father.
I set my murder mystery, The Truth Behind the Lies, on Norfolk Island after following a three year long murder investigation on that island from 2003. In my story, Federal Police Inspector Ian Christian faces attacks, more murders and ghostly occurrences, and the killer is closer than anyone realizes.
So, the next time you get Writer’s Block, or need a new idea, try switching on the television, open a newspaper, delve into history or simply look and listen. You will find something to stimulate your muse.
Contact JoAnne:
Email: joannemyers@frontier.com
Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers
Facebook Author Page: http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers
Facebook Profile Page: http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927
Website: Books and Paintings by JoAnnehttp://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
JoAnne’s Blogs:
Books and Paintings by JoAnne Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2
Jo Anne’s Blog: http://joannemyers.blogspot.com/
JoAnne’s WordPress Blog:http://joannemyerswordpressblog.wordpress.com/
Jo Anne’s Postings: https://joannemyers.wordpress.com/
Setting: Inspector Ian Christian and his ladylove/suspect Rosa, are out on the town on Norwalk Island.
Just as the sun set, we ducked into an outdoor bistro. As I ordered our drinks, Rosa needed the little girls room and disappeared inside the restaurant. I was on my second Jim Beam and Coke when I decided to look for her. She didn’t know anyone on the Island, to my knowledge, and she had checked in with her parents earlier that day.
I went snooping, but didn’t find her inside the ladies room. She wasn’t in the rear of the place or at the outdoor beer garden. So where the heck was she, I wondered, as I walked through the building. As I was about to return to the outside patio, I heard a faint pounding.
I followed the noise which led me down a flight of steps and into an unused portion of the restaurant that had once been a gym. Looking down the hall, I saw steam coming from under a door and rushed inside. The entire room was filled with hot mist, making it nearly impossible to see.
Then I heard Rosa’s screams. They were coming from the abandoned steam bath built into the far wall. I rushed to the device. There was no lock on the outside of the door, but Rosa was pounding furiously from the inside as if it were locked. I pulled on the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“What the hell,” I said aloud, getting Rosa’s attention.
“Ian, thank God it’s you,” she cried. “Get me out of here! I’m burning up!”
I again pulled with all my strength on the door, but it was like the door was glued shut. Impossible! “Rosa,” I yelled. “Are you sure the door isn’t locked or jammed from your side?”
She pushed on it from inside, but nothing happened. “No, it won’t open.”
Looking around, I noticed a glass-encased ax bolted on the nearby wall.
“Move away from the door,” I told her. “I have an idea.”
“Okay.”
I kicked out the glass with my foot and yanked the weapon from its perch.
I turned and came face to face with Ruthie’s ghost. “Ian…Ian…” she seductively cooed.
I froze with fear. A floating white mist almost invisible through the steam was all I saw, but boy, was it scary. “Ian… Ian…,” she whispered again. “Make love to me. Make love to me.”
“Go to hell!” I yelled, swinging the ax into the air as the specter darted from side to side with a piercingly laugh.
“Ian, what’s wrong?” yelled Rosa from her imprisonment. “Who are you talking to?”
“Go back to hell where you came from, devil bitch,” I yelled, swinging wildly at the air until the apparition screeched, then disappeared, taking the steam with it as if sucked out by a vacuum.
Buy Links:http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/WickedIntentions.html
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=wicked+intentions&categoryId=100501
http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Intentions-JoAnne-Myers-ebook/dp/B00GNRUF40/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384531716&sr=1-1&keywords=wicked+intentions+myers
Author Bio:
JoAnne has been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of her life. Besides having several novels under her belt, JoAnne canvas paints. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, JoAnne spends time with relatives, and volunteers her time within the community. JoAnne is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. JoAnne’s original canvas paintings, can be found at: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
When it comes to fiction writing, almost anything goes. That is why I love writing paranormal and fantasy stories. The author can go completely over the edge and make something unbelievable seem believable. When it comes to ghost stories, I get a lot of my inspiration from real life experiences. Not necessarily my own either. I watch television programs that partake of the supernatural and paranormal flare. Programs from ordinary people who claim they experienced either an afterlife experience, or a haunting.
For my ghost stories, I get a lot of my inspiration from real life experiences. Not necessarily my own, either. I watch television programs with the supernatural and paranormal flare; documentaries from ordinary people who claim they experienced either an afterlife experience, or a haunting.
Some of the stories from my anthology, "Wicked Intentions", are based on actual hauntings. In The Legend of Lake Manor, I placed my young psychic, Cassandra Lopez, in a haunted mansion I fashioned on my knowledge of a three-story mansion in my hometown and information from television about a restaurant/bar in Ohio, supposedly ruled by demons so violent that the local police are constantly closing it down.
A television documentary about a young mother plagued by ghost sightings since childhood, inspired The Haunting of Barb Marie and her gift/curse.
And The Apartment, in which my newlyweds, Bill and Gayle, are plagued by sightings of evil ghosts that threaten their marriage and theirs lives, originated from a real apartment haunted by the ghosts of two homosexual lovers who died violently. The legend says no tenant is able to stay there until the spirits are chased off by a paranormal investigation team.
On the Discovery Channel, is where I got the idea for Summer Wind. I learned of the colonial explorer Jonathon Carver who lived during the 1700s and whose ghost is believed to be haunting the Summerwind estate, built in the early 20th century. Carver’s ghost is, supposedly, searching the house’s foundations for deeds to a vast tract of land (10,000 square miles) given to him by Sioux Indian chiefs as a reward for the peace treaty he created between two warring tribes. In my Summer Wind, 29 year-old Ginger is mysteriously drawn to the old mansion, and like the many owners of the real mansion, the haunting had a negative and profound effect on Ginger and her family.
Another investigative program concerned one sister’s psychic premonitions about her twin’s murder. This led to my story, Blood Ties, and my heroine, Audra Roper’s dark, disturbing visions of her sister’s disappearance and the roller coaster of risks, heartbreak, and intrigue that followed.
Dark Visions came from reading a newspaper story while sitting in a diner. A young woman began having visions of her father's disappearance that was actually his murder from years earlier. So, my Carrie Reynolds starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday and believes these ‘dark visions’ can solve the twenty year disappearance of her father.
I set my murder mystery, The Truth Behind the Lies, on Norfolk Island after following a three year long murder investigation on that island from 2003. In my story, Federal Police Inspector Ian Christian faces attacks, more murders and ghostly occurrences, and the killer is closer than anyone realizes.
So, the next time you get Writer’s Block, or need a new idea, try switching on the television, open a newspaper, delve into history or simply look and listen. You will find something to stimulate your muse.
Contact JoAnne:
Email: joannemyers@frontier.com
Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers
Facebook Author Page: http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers
Facebook Profile Page: http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927
Website: Books and Paintings by JoAnnehttp://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
JoAnne’s Blogs:
Books and Paintings by JoAnne Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2
Jo Anne’s Blog: http://joannemyers.blogspot.com/
JoAnne’s WordPress Blog:http://joannemyerswordpressblog.wordpress.com/
Jo Anne’s Postings: https://joannemyers.wordpress.com/
Excerpt from “The Truth Behind the Lies”
Setting: Inspector Ian Christian and his ladylove/suspect Rosa, are out on the town on Norwalk Island.
Just as the sun set, we ducked into an outdoor bistro. As I ordered our drinks, Rosa needed the little girls room and disappeared inside the restaurant. I was on my second Jim Beam and Coke when I decided to look for her. She didn’t know anyone on the Island, to my knowledge, and she had checked in with her parents earlier that day.
I went snooping, but didn’t find her inside the ladies room. She wasn’t in the rear of the place or at the outdoor beer garden. So where the heck was she, I wondered, as I walked through the building. As I was about to return to the outside patio, I heard a faint pounding.
I followed the noise which led me down a flight of steps and into an unused portion of the restaurant that had once been a gym. Looking down the hall, I saw steam coming from under a door and rushed inside. The entire room was filled with hot mist, making it nearly impossible to see.
Then I heard Rosa’s screams. They were coming from the abandoned steam bath built into the far wall. I rushed to the device. There was no lock on the outside of the door, but Rosa was pounding furiously from the inside as if it were locked. I pulled on the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“What the hell,” I said aloud, getting Rosa’s attention.
“Ian, thank God it’s you,” she cried. “Get me out of here! I’m burning up!”
I again pulled with all my strength on the door, but it was like the door was glued shut. Impossible! “Rosa,” I yelled. “Are you sure the door isn’t locked or jammed from your side?”
She pushed on it from inside, but nothing happened. “No, it won’t open.”
Looking around, I noticed a glass-encased ax bolted on the nearby wall.
“Move away from the door,” I told her. “I have an idea.”
“Okay.”
I kicked out the glass with my foot and yanked the weapon from its perch.
I turned and came face to face with Ruthie’s ghost. “Ian…Ian…” she seductively cooed.
I froze with fear. A floating white mist almost invisible through the steam was all I saw, but boy, was it scary. “Ian… Ian…,” she whispered again. “Make love to me. Make love to me.”
“Go to hell!” I yelled, swinging the ax into the air as the specter darted from side to side with a piercingly laugh.
“Ian, what’s wrong?” yelled Rosa from her imprisonment. “Who are you talking to?”
“Go back to hell where you came from, devil bitch,” I yelled, swinging wildly at the air until the apparition screeched, then disappeared, taking the steam with it as if sucked out by a vacuum.
Buy Links:http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/WickedIntentions.html
http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=wicked+intentions&categoryId=100501
http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Intentions-JoAnne-Myers-ebook/dp/B00GNRUF40/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384531716&sr=1-1&keywords=wicked+intentions+myers
Author Bio:
JoAnne has been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of her life. Besides having several novels under her belt, JoAnne canvas paints. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, JoAnne spends time with relatives, and volunteers her time within the community. JoAnne is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. JoAnne’s original canvas paintings, can be found at: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
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