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Good Morning! Are you ready for another book chat?

My guest is M.S. Kaye, a writer who mixes woo-woo with mystery and romance in her Born from Death series.
Welcome, Melissa. What can I fix you to drink?

MSK:  I don't drink coffee, but I like hot chocolate with marshmallows!

Ally: I can do that. In the meantime, please tell readers a little about yourself.



M.S. Kaye bio:

M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
And you asked for something not in my bio:
  Uh…I’m a Gemini.

Contact M. S. Kaye at:

www.Facebook.com/BooksByMSK
www.Twitter.com/MSKosciuszko
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7222522.M_S_Kaye
    



Ally: Before we get to your books, let's talk a little about you. Tell us when and where you write. Do you have a writer's cave?

MSK:  Anytime, all the time. No cave. I write wherever.

Ally:  How many books or stories do you write in a year?

MSK:  Three or four on average.

Ally:  What book is at the top of your TBR pile? What made you want to read it?

MSK:  Rock Crazy by Rochelle Weber. My editor wrote it—she’s awesome.

Ally:  What three writers would you like to take to lunch?

MSK:  Charlotte Bronte, JK Rowling, John Steinbeck

Ally: Let's try a few auick answer questions:
•    favorite color: cobalt blue
•    last website you visited: Google
•    number of books you read last month: not enough, been working overtime
•    an item on your bucket list: visit Cologne
•    favorite TV show: Leverage

Ally:  Thanks for being my guest, Melissa. I know readers are eager to know about your books, so let's take a look before you rush back to your other life...

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Strong as Death
Book one of the Born from Death series

by M.S. Kaye

Ilona runs from her sheltering mother in order to find the truth, why she’s seeing people who are invisible to everyone else. A mysterious boy named Archer guides her through Brooklyn and introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be her father—though he died in 1890. Ilona must discover not only what she must do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and powerful spirit, but also what it means to be half ghost. She proves what her mother told her—love is stronger than death.


Buy Links:

Publisher (all formats): http://jupitergardenspress.com/shop/strong-as-death/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00KDIN5D8
Barnes and Noble: http://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1119548501?ean=2940149439164
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Strong+as+death


Excerpt:

Another twenty yards and she’d be out of the darkness of the trees and almost to the sidewalk, within reach of the light from the streetlamps.

A figure stepped out from behind a large oak, directly into Ilona’s path.

Ilona stopped and searched for a way around.

“What are you doing?” a rough voice growled.

Ilona recognized it immediately, even before she registered Archer’s face.

“It’s none of your business what I’m doing,” she said.

He moved closer. “You’re making it goddamned impossible to protect you.”

“You can’t protect me.”

His jaw tightened, and he glared. “What in the hell do you think I’ve been doing?”

“I’m honestly not sure.”

His voice rose. “You’d be lying frozen dead in a gutter right now if it wasn’t for me. You saw what happened in the shelter—you’d have been attacked by now if I hadn’t been around.”

Her tone was quiet, calm. “I know how you scared them away.”

“I told you I have a talent for creating fear. It comes in useful.”

“But you don’t like it.”

He said nothing.

“And I know you’ve been around,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows as if she was being slow.

“Before you asked me if I was lost,” she said. “You were there—when the car hit me.”

His expression sobered.

She waited for a response.

Finally, he said, “I’ve been around.”

“Will you answer one question? And be honest?”

“I give as much honesty as I can.”

Her lips curved a little. That was perhaps the most honest response he had yet given.

She moved closer, and he backed away.

“No,” she said.

He stopped.

“When you turned the corner and asked if I was lost,” she said, “you leaned your shoulder on the wall. How did you do that?”

His eyebrows pulled together.

“You’re really good at it,” she said. “It took me awhile to realize you never actually touch anything, that you stay out of the light, that you don’t get cold, your breath doesn’t come out in puffs in the cold like everyone else’s, you never let anyone close, near enough to realize you have no scent, to feel the static when you get too close.”

He took a step back, as if in self-defense.

“Don’t try to lie anymore,” she said. “I know what you are.”



Book two, Born from Death, to be released in the coming months.

Archer must discover who--what—he really is, but will Ilona discover Archer is still on Earth? Lettie will have to remember long-forgotten, long-buried, memories, the truth of Archer and Ilona’s past.


Thanks for joining our coffee chat today. Come back soon.

 


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