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Black Shuck

7/22/2014

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One of the legends I love is that of Black Shuck. Black Shuck, a ghostly black dog, is believed to be one of the oldest phantoms of the British Isles. Black dogs often haunt ancient lanes, tracks, crossroads, old churchyards and prehistoric sites. Many of these places were associated with local superstitions and the uncanny. They are liminal places, where the veil between worlds is thought to be thin. The haunts of the black dogs are also features said to denote ley lines, it has been suggested that they represent some form of energy or natural phenomena moulded by the mind into an archetype of the black dog. A great deal of work has been done by earth mystery researchers to suggest that certain geophysical conditions may affect the human mind. These places were recognised by ancient man, and that is why the black dogs, as some form of archetype, appear at places of ancient sanctity. 
The name Shuck may derive from the Old English word scucca meaning ‘demon’, or possibly from the word shucky which, in some local dialects, means ‘shaggy’ or ‘hairy’. Sometimes recorded as a a terrible devil dog and an omen of death, sometimes a more companionable animal, it is classified as a cryptid, and there are varying accounts of the animal's appearance.
A dreadful thing from the cliff did spring
And its wild bark thrill’d around
With eyes that glowed with the fires below
‘Twas the form of the spectred hound

According to folklore, Black Shuck has flaming red eyes and shaggy black fur. Some say he is a huge beast, the size of a horse while others claim he is no bigger than a large dog.
‘He takes the form of a huge black dog, and prowls along dark lanes and lonesome field footpaths, where, although his howling makes the hearer’s blood run cold, his footfalls make no sound.’
The most infamous sightings of Black Shuck happened on the same day in August, 1577. On that day a great storm was raging along the Suffolk Coast, and the people of Blythburgh were congregated in the church. Suddenly, a clap of thunder broke, and the doors of the church crashed open. Black Shuck ran through the congregation, ripping the throats out of a man and a boy as the churchgoers watched in horror. Then the church steeple fell crashing through the roof, and Black Shuck left, leaving scorch marks on the church door that can still be seen to this day!
Later, Black Shuck is said to have burst into the church at Bungay, and made a similar attack. The Reverend Abraham Fleming described the sighting in his work A Straunge and Terrible Wunder:
‘This black dog, or the divel in such a linenesse (God hee knoweth al who worketh all,) running all along down the body of the church with great swiftnesse, and incredible haste, among the people, in a visible fourm and shape, passed between two persons, as they were kneeling uppon their knees, and occupied in prayer as it seemed, wrung the necks of them bothe at one instant clene backward, in so much that even at a moment where they kneeled, they strangely dyed.’
A more benign account of the phenomenon tells of a man called Johnnie who had to ride through a wood in darkness for a mile to get to where he was going. At the entrance of the wood he was joined by a black dog. It pattered alongside him until he emerged from the trees, whereupon it disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. On his return journey through the wood, the dog joined him again on the dark woodland path, and disappeared mysteriously when he emerged. Apparently, some years later, two prisoners condemned to death confessed that they had been planning to rob and murder Johnnie that night in the wood, but the presence of the large black dog stopped them.


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Caroline of Ansbach

7/15/2014

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Caroline of Ansbach was born in 1683. When she was orphaned at the age of 13, she went to live with her godmother, the Electress Sophia Charlotte, in Berlin. 
As a child, Caroline is described as intelligent, pretty and chubby with blue eyes and blonde hair. At the age of 22 she was married to George Augustus of Brunswick-Luneberg. She bore nine children, of whom seven survived. George Augustus was not an easy man to live with. He had uncontrollable rages and resented his wife's intelligence. He did, however, deeply love her, even to the point where he shared the intimate details of his extra-marital affairs with her.
In 1714, George Augustus's father, George Louis, became King of England. Because Sophia Dorothea, the king's divorced wife, was imprisoned, Caroline became Princess of Wales and the first lady of the land. She put her intelligence, charm and diplomacy to good use in acting as a mediator between her husband and his father, who conducted a bitter feud throughout most of their lives.
When George I died in 1727, Caroline was crowned Queen of England. Her friend and confidant was Robert Walpole, the Prime Minister. Together they were responsible for shaping British policy and expanding colonial influence. Caroline supported the arts and improved various royal residences. 
King George II had a favourite mistress named Henrietta Howard, who was one of Queen Caroline's ladies-in-waiting. This relationship never caused Caroline any problems, however, as Mrs Howard was an unobtrusive royal mistress who remained subservient to the queen. 
Caroline died at the age of 54 after doctors performed a bungled operation during which they did not use anaesthetic. Her husband lived for another 23 years and they were buried side by side in Westminster Abbey.

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Guest Post - Siren Allen  

7/14/2014

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I'm delighted to welcome the very talented Siren Allen to the blog today with some exciting news about a re-release and a new venture. Tell us more, Siren!

 ~ Christmas Fantasy has been re-released. ~
As an author I must say that having your publishing house close its doors, three months after your book is released is very disheartening. But I’ve managed to bounce back! Christmas Fantasy is back and it’s no longer a novella, it’s now a full length novel with new scenes, new characters, a new ending and a new cover. Christmas Fantasy has been revamped and guess what… It’s only $1.99! Consider this an early Christmas present from yours truly, Siren Allen. 

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~Christmas Fantasy Blurb~

One bite was all it took.


It’s that time of year again. Alyssa Blakely is busy writing in her fantasy diary, filling it with all her forbidden, sexual fantasies. The star: her very sexy boss, Devin Jordan. Too bad for her, he’s never given her a second glance.

Or so she thought…

After a steamy kiss under the mistletoe and a night of wild sex, Alyssa has the bite to prove just how wrong she was.

Devin Jordan has found his mate. The only problem: she’s human. He’s not. Can he prove to her that his inner beast can be both naughty and nice? Or will her fear of the unknown and a threat neither of them saw coming keep him from claiming her?

~Christmas Fantasy Excerpt~


#TeamDevin

 “Have a nice weekend, Alyssa. I will see you Monday morning.” 
Devin hoped Alyssa didn’t hear the rawness in his voice. He wanted her badly, very badly, almost to the point of obsession. He had to shove his hands into his jacket pockets to keep from touching her. His dark sunglasses kept her from seeing the change in his eyes. If she could read his mind she would probably put in her resignation and run. 
Alyssa turned around to face him, her innocent brown eyes filled with uncertainty. 
“Actually I won’t see you again until next year, Devin.”
Devin frowned, “Next year?”
“We’re off until after the New Year, remember?” 
“Oh,” Devin nodded. “Yeah, Christmas is coming.” 
He’d forgotten they were taking a break for the holidays. Damn, he wouldn’t see her for two weeks. 
“Well, have a nice weekend and a Merry Christmas.”
“Have a nice weekend also and Merry Christmas.” Alyssa picked up her purse and her tote. 
Like a good pretend gentleman Devin held the front door open for her as she walked out into the crisp cool air. Two weeks without her was going to be hell. Why did he give her two weeks off for a holiday that only lasted one day? She turned to him one last time and waved goodbye before getting into her car to leave. He locked up, and then watched her drive away. Ten minutes later he was standing in the exact same spot, staring in the direction she’d driven. Two weeks… what the hell was wrong with him? There was no way he could go two weeks without seeing her. 
Just the thought of doing so, made him want to follow her and demand she spend her Christmas with him instead of her family. Following her would be foolish. He’d done it before. The silly girl enjoyed sleeping with her window and her blinds slightly open and he enjoyed watching her sleep. He told himself that he did it just to make sure she got home safely. But it was much more than that. Whenever she wasn’t near him, he worried about her. He worried about whether or not she was eating enough. He worried about her living all alone in her house without any one there to protect her. This obsession he had with Alyssa Blakely was getting out of hand. 


~Christmas Fantasy Excerpt~


#TeamAlyssa

 “Alyssa,” Ashley said into the phone. “Stop playing and tell me the address.” 
“No, I’ll be fine. I just needed to hear your voice.” 
“I’m coming. I’ll find you even if I have to call every hotel in your area.”
Alyssa knew her sister was crazy enough to do something like that. 
“Seriously, you don’t have to come. I will be home for Christmas. Talk to you later.”
“Alyssa Grace Blakely, you better not hang up this phone.”
“What?” Her big sister always meant business whenever she used Alyssa’s whole name.
“Alyssa, you called me. So you may as well tell me what’s wrong or I’m going to come find you.”
“Okay, okay, but I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Start with what’s wrong?”
“Everything is wrong. The man I am in love with is not who I thought he was.”
“Who is he?”
“He’s my boss.”
“You little hussy, sleeping with your boss. Wait until I tell Adora.”
“But that’s not all he is. He’s…different.”
“Is he different in a bad way?”
“Uh,” Alyssa thought for a second, “yes, I guess you can say that.”
“Does he kill people?”
“No, well, I don’t think so.” 
Maybe, I don’t know.
“Does he treat you nice?”
“I guess.” 
He fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Then he bit me and drank my blood. 
“Ok, so tell me what the problem is.”
Alyssa sighed. “You won’t understand. You probably wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
“Trust me I will believe almost anything these days. Do you know that some guy stopped me at the gas station this morning and sniffed me? I mean he stuck his nose in my hair and sniffed. So, I will probably believe anything right now. What is it?” 
“Well, he…doesn’t…act…like other men.” Alyssa didn’t know how else to explain it without saying, "my boss is a vampire." 
“Well, given your track record with men, maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t act like the other men you’ve dated. Maybe you need to try something new. Maybe you need to shake things up a bit. Different isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes different can be good.”
“Really, this is coming from you, the woman who likes things a certain way and doesn’t like change?” 
“Liking my house to be neat and in order is one thing, but men are different. Men aren’t one size fits all. Just because your guy is unique doesn’t mean he isn’t perfect for you. We’re all unique. You can’t force anyone to fit into a mold. You simply have to accept them as they are. I learned that the hard way.” 
“You mean with Paul?” Alyssa frowned hoping her sister didn’t yell at her for mentioning her ex boyfriend’s name.
“Yes, Dad loved Paul. Mama loved Paul. Everyone loved Paul, except me.” 
Wow, Alyssa had really thought Paul and Ashley were good together. 
“I mean I tried to love him. I even said those words in hopes that one day they would be true. But Paul and I are too different. He’s not into the same things I’m into. It just took me a while to realize that.” 
“What kind of things were you into that he weren’t?”
Her question was met with silence.
“You know, just things. Anyway, we weren’t in love so we went our separate ways. The point I’m trying to make is just because he’s different doesn’t mean he isn’t the right man for you. If you love him, that is all that matters.”
“I do love him. I think I’ve loved him since the moment I laid eyes on him.” Alyssa admitted. 
“Great! If he treats you right, then we will love him automatically, no matter how different he is.”
Alyssa smiled as she listened to her sister. Devin was beyond different. But that didn’t make him bad. They both liked the same things. He loved helping the community. He gave to charity and was great with kids. She noticed how good he was with kids when she went with him to the Children’s Cancer Society Benefit. A monster wouldn’t give children piggy rides on his back. A monster wouldn’t let little girls braid his hair or let little boys tackle him while they played football. Alyssa sighed. Devin wasn’t a monster, at least not in the true meaning of the word. 
“Thanks sis, I needed to hear that.”

Christmas Fantasy is available now!

Buy Links:
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 http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Fantasy-Diary-Book-ebook/dp/B00KXE6SF4/
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 http://www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Fantasy-Diary-Book-ebook/dp/B00KXE6SF4/
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King George II

7/8/2014

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George Augustus was born in 1683, the eldest son of George I and Sophia Dorothea of Celle. He married Caroline of Ansbach in 1705 and they went on to have seven children, the eldest of whom was Prince Frederick, father of King George III.
George II came to the throne in 1727 when his father, with whom he had a troubled relationship, died. He retained the services of Robert Walpole, his father's chief advisor. 
He was the last British monarch to take part in battle when, in 1742, he led his troops at the battle of Dettingen. The following year, Britain went to war with France. 
The French king, Louis XV, supported the claim of the Catholic Stuarts to the English throne. Although James Edward Stuart, the Old Pretender, was now 57 years old and did not wish to lead another military campaign, his son, Charles, the Young Pretender, left France for Scotland with ammunition provided by Louis and 700 men. 
There followed the Jacobite rebellion of 1745 which culminated in victory for King George's troops at Culloden and a series of harsh measures against the Scots.
King George II died in 1760 and was succeeded by his grandson George III.

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Echoes of the Past by Susanne Matthews

7/5/2014

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I'm delighted to welcome the very talented Susanne Matthews to my blog today with some information about her forthcoming release, Echoes of the Past.

Book Blurb for Echoes of the Past:
Born Mohawk, raised white, forensic pathologist, Michelle Thomas is trapped between two worlds—this one and the spirit world where the ghosts of those who’ve drowned speak to her. Haunted by crippling nightmares of her own drowning death and erotic dreams of a phantom lover, she strives to make sense of her life. When two suspicious deaths occur at the Lake of the Mountain Resort, she’s sent to investigate. She’ll face the greatest challenge of her career when her past and her present collide. One of these men is her future, but which one—the rich and powerful Mayor Ron Davies, or Tony Steele, the hydrology professor who may be responsible for his students’ deaths? Charged by the spirits of her Mohawk ancestors to atone for her previous sins by protecting Lake of the Gods, can Michelle solve the murders, save the sacred waters, and fulfil her destiny? 



Excerpt:
Tony recognized the woman in his dreams as the shawl-wrapped stranger who walked along the beach every now and then. Beautiful and exotic, something about her called to his soul. He preferred women who didn’t look like carbon copies of others, and this one intrigued him. He thought about her now.
He’d noticed her the night he’d arrived. He never slept well in a new bed. Unable to settle, he’d stepped out onto the porch and noticed someone else apparently suffering from insomnia. A woman, a blanket wrapped around herself, her hair in a long braid down her back, strolled along the edge of the sandy beach. She’d moved southeast toward the edge of the lookout. He’d stepped outside to get a better look at her, but she’d vanished.
The next night, his imagination and libido had taken over, and in his dreams, she’d entered his leafy grotto, and they’d had mind-blowing sex. The things they’d done to one another. Thank God he’d awakened before his body had finished responding to his fantasy.
He’d gotten up, frustrated as old hell, and had gone downstairs. Standing in the screened-in porch, he’d looked out at the lake. Unlike tonight, the water had resembled a mirror reflecting the stars on its surface, and he’d been suspended between the water and the sky—everything brighter, crisper, and clearer than he’d expected. Animals scurried in the brush nearby. Bats swooped overhead. An owl hooted, and he’d shivered. Didn’t some of the Native American tribes believe death followed the cries of an owl?
He’d turned to go back inside when he’d glimpsed his mystery woman coming along the beach from the marshy area to the north. He’d called out to her. She’d turned at the sound of his voice and stopped. In the moonlight, he’d seen the sparkle of silver tears on her cheeks. Naked, he’d hurried into the kitchen, grabbed his damp swimsuit off the drying rack, and rushed out, but she’d disappeared.
He blinked, and the memory passed. He’d never seen a storm as vicious as tonight’s. The rain came down in sheets. Thank God the kids had made it back safely. He turned to go inside when a flash of lightning, the first he’d noticed tonight, illuminated the beach.
What the hell?
The woman, wrapped in her blanket, walked along the beach as if all hell wasn’t breaking loose around her. He ran to the door and raced across the short expanse of grass. He stopped at the edge of the water. Where had she gone? As she’d done every time he’d tried to catch her, she’d vanished. Wet through, he hurried back inside. He saw the light go out in Jackson’s room.
Tony entered the cabin, stripped off his wet clothes, and tossed them in the kitchen sink. Naked and shivering, he climbed the stairs and went into the bathroom. He took a hot shower and then dried his shoulder-length hair. He needed to get it cut. He grabbed a clean T-shirt and a pair of boxers out of the drawer. Exhausted, he fell into bed hoping for sleep.

Release Date July 11, 2014

You can purchase Echoes of the Past from Secret Cravings Publishing:

http://tinyurl.com/pn6whwb
Or check Susanne's Website for other purchase options: 

http://www.mhsusannematthews.ca/

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About the author:
Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada.  She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but always with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. Today, gets to spend her time writing, so she can share her adventures with her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love. 



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 http://www.amazon.com/Susanne-Matthews/e/B00DJCKRP4/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
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King George I

7/1/2014

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George Louis was the eldest son of Ernest Augustus, Elector of Hanover, and Sophia of Bohemia. His great- grandfather was James I of England (James VI of Scotland). In 1682, he married his cousin, Sophia Dorothea of Celle, and they had two children, George Augustus (later George II) and Sophia. The marriage was not a success and Sophia Dorothea spent the last 32 years of her life imprisoned in the castle of Ahlden at her husband's command.  
George I was a reluctant king. He had complete power as Elector of Hanover and, although the title of King of England was far more prestigious, he knew he would have to share his power in Great Britain with parliament. Job security was an issue as well, Charles I had lost his head and James II been exiled, both after losing the support of parliament. George was persuaded to accept the throne by his advisors who pointed out that, as King of England he would have the power to strengthen Hanover's position.
When he arrived in England, George could not speak English and he knew very little about his new country. He was ridiculed by his subjects for the appearance of his two mistresses - 'The Elephant', Charlotte Sophia Kielmannsegge,  and 'The Castle', Eherngard Melusina von Schulenberg, - so called because of their respective stoutness and thinness.
George I spent much of his reign in his beloved Hanover and he died in Osnabruck in 1727.

My Pinterest board about King George I is here:
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