Year 2301 One month has passed since the death of Lady Vinya. Since the night sky went black in the sudden disappearance of the Moon. In the aftermath of the vanishing, the scales of the Balance have been disrupted and angered, the dark repercussions felt from the ruined lands of the Outerworld to the floating island home of the gods. Only now do the gods of Illyria stir, their period of mourning coming to a close as they call for a grand tournament. One that will decide the next Hand--a god worthy and powerful enough to pull the Moon back onto this plane. Of the contenders for the Throne, one is a malevolent prince of the Sun, another a twenty-armed inventor, and the third a disgraced father. But when thirteen-year-old Ionikus Reaves--Guardian of the gods and one-third child of the late Lady Vinya--is forced to volunteer as a competitor, Ion discovers this tournament and the gods who called for it aren't what they seem. For as he battles his way through the abandoned cities of the Outerworld, forced to fight for a Throne he doesn't want, Ion soon realizes he's not just a contender. But a pawn in a vicious game of the gods', where at the end, victory could mean death. And the destruction of the Moon itself.
Dear Reader, are you ready for more moonstruck madness? Mix a sassy senorita, an incorrigible Don Juan, and a haunted hacienda, and you get page-turning intrigue and romance. When American social worker Corinne Diaz arrives at a remote mountain village to volunteer at a local orphanage, she thinks it's a slice of Mexican heaven...until Mark Madison shows up. Saved once again from the clink by his brother, the engineer promises to stay sober and fly right. Battling the kindling chemistry between them, the stubborn opposites are determined to dispel an old superstition threatening the new orphanage. As the dilemma becomes more sinister, things get hotter than a basket of habaneros. Little do Corinne and Mark realize that while they work to save the project-and their lives-the Mexicalli moon is working on them. Sometimes an added pinch of faith can make just about anything possible! Enjoy the lift of laugher, Linda Windsor
In writing The Rise & Fall of Jimmy Wonderboy I hoped to examine my life and why certain things happened. By the end of the book, which I wrote over the course of a year. (One to three pages at a time while I was alone in my cell.) I would sit quietly, and on an old Brother typewriter, let my mind wander. I noticed during rewrites that I used humor to stop the pain of what I was thinkingof what I had done to my loved ones. I truly hope that after you read this book you will come to the conclusion that we need to address this crisis of abuse and quickly. Not necessarily by locking up the person but by helping the person on a mental-health level. It would be a wiser way to spend taxpayer money and keep the family unit together.