Showing posts with label M. L. Bullock. Show all posts
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Monday, July 17, 2017

"Seven Sisters" by M. L. Bullock

FREE
Seven Sisters
(Seven Sisters Book 1)
by M. L. Bullock


Seven Sisters, the first book in M. L. Bullock's Seven Sisters series, is FREE for a limited time. The author stops by to share an excerpt. Also available: Moonlight Falls on Seven Sisters, Shadows Stir at Seven Sisters, The Stars that Fell, The Stars We Walked Upon, and The Sun Rises Over Seven Sisters.



  
Description
Carrie Jo has a secret - she dreams about the past. The handsome and wealthy Ashland Stuart has hired her to uncover the history and the secrets of Seven Sisters, an aging antebellum mansion in sultry downtown Mobile, Alabama. A series of dreams, an untimely death and the betrayal of someone she loves lead her back in time to uncover the truth about a missing young heiress and a web of secrets.
Will Carrie Jo slip into the shadows of Seven Sisters, following in the ghostly footsteps of the lost young woman, or can she solve this tragic mystery and find her own happiness? 

Excerpt
I took my soup to my desk, fetched myself a silver soup spoon and sat down to enjoy my lunch. Calpurnia smiled back at me from the computer screen, and I stared at her. “Where are you, Callie?” I nearly jumped out of my chair when Bienville meowed outside my door. I had not seen the big cat climb the stairs, but there he was, peeking through the screen, no doubt wanting to cool off. I laughed at the fat little thing and opened the door for him. He came in and sat beside me at the desk, lounging happily on the area rug. I rubbed his fat tummy and turned my attention to the book. I remembered my antibiotics and took them with a bottle of water. I loved the soup—once again, Ashland had come through for me. You know, I should do something nice for him. Maybe cook him something. I can’t cook, but Bette could probably teach me something—something simple—like spaghetti! Yes, that’s it! I got so excited about the idea that I almost left immediately to go see her.
I finished off my soup and cleaned up my mess. It was time to read again. I was getting closer to the truth—I just knew it! I settled down for a few hours of work. Classical music played softly in the kitchen, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the peacefulness in my apartment. I felt peace seeing my old blue car in the driveway. There was nothing like freedom—and that’s exactly what Calpurnia didn’t have. I sighed and turned to the next page.
Dear Diary,
Father’s absence brings hope and peace. He takes with him the Shadows that Steal the Joy from Seven Sisters and all those who call her home. Oh, Sweet Mary! Is it wrong to pray for my tormentor’s death? I dare not ask Father England, the priest who came to visit, although he is a kind man who was genuinely fond of my mother. Once, Father England served this family exclusively, but not so anymore. Father refused to support the work of the ministry or provide him with any recommendations into our society.
“May that priest be damned for lying to us all!” he had shouted in a rage after the death of his son. Now the small chapel, the one with the stained glass windows, stood empty and forlorn, like my Father’s broken faith.
Once my Father had cut a handsome figure in his coat and tails, but now his bitterness, his unrelenting anger with God, stole that away from him. He was gone now—and he had taken the storm with him. The slaves whispered about him, although they would not dare do so to me. I was his daughter and heir to this place. This trip, so the story went, was an effort to collect the many debts he was owed from renters and sharecroppers. Their debts to him would be paid by their blood if they did not deliver what he wanted. Before his departure, he crept up and down the halls of the house looking like a wild man, Early ever beside him. Father tore apart nearly every room looking for my Mother’s Fortune, which I pretended to know nothing about. Ignorance and ignorance alone had previously saved me from his wrath; why should now be any different?
I would take this time to find that treasure, if it was the last thing I did, but I needed a companion, someone I could trust to keep my secret and help me cover the grounds. Of course, my mind first turned to dear, sweet Muncie, my Only True Friend, but nay. I could not place him in so grave a danger. He could die for helping me! It would be the same for Hooney, and she was old and more my Mother’s slave than my Father’s property. By reading a few of my Mother’s papers, I had discovered that all the house slaves now legally belonged to me. I could do with them what I wished, once I was married. How ridiculous a law it was! A woman could own a house or a slave, but she had to have the permission of her husband to manage either of them. I prayed that one day I would be free of such selfish laws, but I didn’t know how that would come to pass.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"I love historical fictions and this book fits the bill. I am excited to read the sequel. M. L. Bullock's book has me wondering where Carrie Joe's adventure will take her. ~ Karena Broadhead
"Five Stars! Loved this book! Definite page turner! Mystery, love, scandal! Can't wait for more!" ~ Amber A. Busby
"Enjoyed this book. A fun read that will leave you wondering. Can't wait for sequel!" ~ Jacqueline McNeal
"Awesome! Creative and interesting characters with intrigue and romantic setting. First book that has held my interest in years. The depth of character development, descriptive setting and flow from past to present stories kept my attention to the end. Looking forward to the next installment." ~ Karen L
"Great read! I loved this book. I'm from Mobile and the historical points were as entertaining as the mystery. Can't wait for the next book!!" ~ Glorimae

About the Author
Author of the best-selling Seven Sisters series, M. L. Bullock has been storytelling since she was a child. Born in Antigua, British West Indies, she has had a lifelong love affair with beaches and island life. She currently lives on the Gulf Coast and regularly haunts her favorite hangout, Dauphin Island. A visit to Historic Oakleigh House in Mobile, Alabama inspired her successful supernatural suspense Seven Sisters series.







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Friday, November 4, 2016

"The Tale of Nefret" by M. L. Bullock

EXCERPT
The Tale of Nefret
(The Desert Queen Book 1)
by M. L. Bullock


Author M. L. Bullock stops by today to share an excerpt from The Tale of Nefret, the first book in The Desert Queen series. Also available: The Falcon Rises and The Kingdom of Nefertiti. Coming December 2016: The Song of the Bee Eater.



For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Seven Sisters.

Description
Explore the Legend of Nefertiti!
Twin daughters of an ancient Bedouin king struggle under the weight of an ominous prophecy that threatens to divide them forever. Royal sibling rivalry explodes as the young women realize that they must fight for their future and for the love of Alexio, the man they both love. The Tale of Nefret chronicles their lives as they travel in two different directions. One sister becomes the leader of the Meshwesh while the other travels to Egypt as an unwilling gift to Pharaoh.
From the desert to the throne room, The Tale of Nefret is the first book in The Desert Queen series, the fictional story of Nefertiti, Queen of Egypt.

Excerpt
Prologue
Egypt - 18th Dynasty
Farrah stood outside the door of the tent and stared up into the night sky. No matter how heavily time etched cruel marks on her face, the view grabbed her breath as if her dark eyes were seeing it for the first time. The lines on her brown face deepened as she pursed her lips. The air around her was pregnant with the future, but her inner sight was dark and full of mystery. Her limited insight into the other world made her uncomfortable. She made the sign of peace to the Dancing Man that hung above her in purple-blackness as he rose above the tribal camp. The Cushite traders called the Dancing Man a different name—Osiris he was called in the Black Lands and beyond—but here in the Red Lands where the red sands swirled and swam about the desert people like a dead ocean, he was known as the Dancing Man.
How long will we travel this path? An endless caravan moving from one rain oasis to another? Many of the clan no longer know from whence they came or that there had once been a place for them. How many Meshwesh must die in the Red Lands before we see those white walls again?
Once the Meshwesh dwelled in a city of white stone, Zerzura. What a city it had been! Farrah could barely remember the feeling of cool stones under her feet, the tastes of orange fruit sweet on her tongue, and the many pools of clear blue water that her young body had swum in. Had it been just a dream? No, Farrah remembered the day when the cowardly old king, Onesu, had fled the city ahead of the horde of giants who rushed in to claim it. But he had not lived one day after he left Zerzura, for Farrah had cut his throat while he slept. When he awoke to see her face above him, she whispered why she had done it as she watched him bleed. He had lost the city and had abandoned Ze, his queen and Farrah’s sister, leaving her to the pleasure of the giants who no doubt raped her to death. Farrah shuddered inwardly thinking of what she had done. Nobody knew, yet it was a spot on her soul. She did not regret it, although the gods had seen fit to take her inner sight from her as punishment for her crime. That had been long, long ago. His face no longer haunted her. Yet often she imagined she heard Ze’s screams in the clear night.
Now, with a silent prayer Farrah considered again the stars above her. Regardless of the constellation’s name, this sour omen was an inauspicious sign for the birth of a royal child, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Even her magic could not stop a child who wanted to enter this realm.
Farrah suddenly felt old. Had she, leader of the Council of Old Ones, become too old to consider the deeper meaning of such things? Was she too old to help bring another baby into this increasingly difficult world? The sounds the mother made, the painful moaning, the calling of her name, let Farrah know that she indeed still had a purpose. She took a deep sigh, breathing in the warm desert air and shaking off the unseen trepidation. She tossed her head cloth to the ground. No heads covered this night. She smiled peacefully as she walked to the birthing bed and looked down into the face of the beautiful Kadeema.
What a beauty the young queen had been when she first arrived here as the bride to Semkah! However, the Red Lands had sapped away her pretty softness like it did to all women who were not of true Red Lands’ blood. She had become hard, hard like the clay that lay beneath the rough sand. Kadeema’s olive skin was no longer pale but red, and her hair no longer like bright copper but dark and dull. The young queen’s eyes still had their sea-green beauty, but the sparkle, the joy of love and living, had faded. A wife of a young tribal king tied to the Red Lands people only by the most tenuous of threads—love. Farrah looked into those eyes, saddened to see that where there had been hope and excitement, there was now fear and regret.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"Amazing! Best book to date from Bullock book yet. You get caught up in the characters and story almost from the first page. The book stands alone but definitely begs for the next book to come soon. Every character breathes from the moment they walk into a scene, and you can't help but be invested in the outcome of their lives. The desert of Egypt is just another bonus, you can feel the heat and the sand as you read and the visits to the cool oases are just as soothing. This is worth your time, I finished it in one day." ~ Amazon Customer
"I cannot wait till book two. At first I did not think in would like it, it did not take long to love it!!!" ~ Danielle
"Ready for next book could not put down had to finish today. Kept me on edge of my seat." ~ Lula McCaa
"A very fast paced and exciting historical novel. I'm now hooked on the author. I received this book at no charge from Amazon for Kindle. I enjoyed the read, and thank the author for generously offering the work at no cost." ~ NinaS
"Loved it ... so sad the next book isn't out and I can't find when it will be. I like the time period in Egyptian History and its nice for it to be told from a different point of view." ~ Amazon Customer

About the Author
Author M. L. Bullock enjoys the laid-back atmosphere and the spooky vibe of the Gulf Coast, especially the region's historic districts and sites. When she isn't visiting her favorite haunts in New Orleans or Old Mobile, you can find her flipping through old photographs or newspaper clippings in search of new inspiration.






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Friday, March 6, 2015

"Seven Sisters" by M. L. Bullock

EXCERPT
Seven Sisters
(Seven Sisters Book 1)
by M. L. Bullock


Seven Sisters is the first book in M. L. Bullock's series of the same name. The author stops by today to share an excerpt. Also available: Moonlight Falls on Seven Sisters. The final book is coming very soon: Shadows Stir at Seven Sisters.



Description
Carrie Jo has a secret - she dreams about the past. The handsome and wealthy Ashland Stuart has hired her to uncover the history and the secrets of Seven Sisters, an aging antebellum mansion in sultry downtown Mobile, Alabama. A series of dreams, an untimely death and the betrayal of someone she loves lead her back in time to uncover the truth about a missing young heiress and a web of secrets.
Will Carrie Jo slip into the shadows of Seven Sisters, following in the ghostly footsteps of the lost young woman, or can she solve this tragic mystery and find her own happiness? 

Excerpt
Chapter One
I climbed onto the leather seat of my blue Honda, slipped the car into neutral and slid silently down the driveway. I hated saying goodbye to the comfortable garage apartment that smelled like fresh paint and new wood but an unknown adventure beckoned to me and for once, I had the courage to go. That zen-like, "I'm starting over" spell comforted me on this unusually cool morning as I slid the last box of my belongings into the backseat of the car. The rest, a collection of CDs, memorabilia from a recent trip to the Bahamas and most anything that did not fall under the jeans and t-shirt category, I left behind in a small storage space about a mile away. I paid for six months in advance but was already putting off the idea of coming back to Charleston.
I did feel a twinge of guilt as I cranked the car and put it into gear. I had not even bothered to wake the man sleeping in the chair near my bed, William. At some time during the night, he must have got up to strum on the guitar that his sleeping hand held now. Thinking of his shoulder length dark hair tempted me but only slightly - I had a hardy resolve, at least when it came to men. He was kind and good and understanding. Even his dreams were kind and good and understanding. But, it felt right that our first night together would be the last. Perversely, I liked leaving on a high note, without the nightmares and all the screaming. It felt like a personal triumph. I was being selfish but I was okay with that, at least for the moment.
"Once I make up my mind, the die is cast, as they say," I said to no one in particular.
Sourly I thought, "Well, if I am stubborn I have had to be." I already loathed myself for traveling down this predictable, mental highway but what else could I do for the next few hours but drive and think? I hadn't "went there" in a while, so perhaps a quick review would be healthy. I rolled my eyes at myself in the rear view mirror. I sounded just like my last shrink. "How can I help you if you won't share with me Carrie Jo? Why won't you let someone in?" Feeling a softness that I rarely experienced, I had pulled back the cover and let the light hit my secret for the first time in a long time.
"I'm not trying to be difficult but without a large quantity of personal discipline, I would have gone nuts - like my mother, a long time ago." Encouraged by the petite, smiling psychologist, perched in her overlarge, leather chair, I continued on, "You see, Dr. O’Neal, I have a problem - I dream about the past. I am kind of like a human DVR; my dream life is not my own, usually. It belongs to whatever movie plays the loudest in whatever bed or location I sleep in."
Dr. O’Neal looked at me blankly, unshaken by my confession.
"Okay, the young, pretty doctor has earned ten points for the poker face she's wearing," I thought wryly. Her focused attention encouraged me to ramble on.
"That's why I love my garage apartment so much. It is brand, spanking new, with no movies, no memories. I sleep and I dream my own dreams. My "problem" gets even more complicated when I sleep with someone else. I can see the dreams of the people I sleep with too."
"Luckily, there had not been too many of them," I thought to myself but I didn't feel the need to share my lack of a love life with the dainty Dr. O'Neal, new bride and smart career woman. Dr. O'Neal's fingers flew across her notebook, her manicured hands busy writing her undoubtedly smart thoughts out to form a brilliant pre-diagnosis. I turned my focus on the doctor's wedding photo perched on her mahogany desk. It didn't take a degree to see she was proud of her new groom.
I hated the silent moments of this confession, so I blathered on, in a hurry to make my point and come to the reason for my visit. That was me, "Give it to me in black or white and I'll do the same for you."
"You see, Dr. O'Neal, I have this great job offer - it's a once in a lifetime gig really, but I hate giving up my apartment. I just don't know what to expect. That's why my friend, Mia suggested I come see you, well, here I am."
To her credit, the shrink hadn't zeroed in on my "problem" but took a sidestep that I hadn't anticipated. "What about your current relationships? Didn't you say you were seeing someone?" Consulting her notebook she pointed, "Yes, he's a 'fantastic' guy. Don't you find it odd that you worried about leaving your safe apartment but not this 'fantastic' guy?"

Praise for the Book
"I love historical fictions and this book fits the bill. I am excited to read the sequel. M. L. Bullock's book has me wondering where Carrie Joe's adventure will take her. ~ Karena Broadhead
"Five Stars! Loved this book! Definite page turner! Mystery, love, scandal! Can't wait for more!" ~ Amber A. Busby
"Enjoyed this book. A fun read that will leave you wondering. Can't wait for sequel!" ~ Jacqueline McNeal
"Awesome! Creative and interesting characters with intrigue and romantic setting. First book that has held my interest in years. The depth of character development, descriptive setting and flow from past to present stories kept my attention to the end. Looking forward to the next installment." ~ Karen L
"Great read! I loved this book. I'm from Mobile and the historical points were as entertaining as the mystery. Can't wait for the next book!!" ~ Glorimae

About the Author
Author M. L. Bullock enjoys the laid-back atmosphere and the spooky vibe of the Gulf Coast, especially the region's historic districts and sites. When she isn't visiting her favorite haunts in New Orleans or Old Mobile, you can find her flipping through old photographs or newspaper clippings in search of new inspiration.



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