COVER REVEAL: Warning Call (The Black Pages, #2) By Danny Bell

Warning Call (The Black Pages, #2)

By Danny Bell

Genre: NA Urban Fantasy

Elana Black. Saving the day even if she has to tear a hole in the universe to do it.

An unbeatable mythological horror has its sights set on Elana, and that’s not the worst of her problems. Gods want to use her, shadowy agents want to eliminate her, and a powerful sorcerer wants to kill her; all as she rushes to stop an event which portends the death of her best friend. It’s all catching up with her, and just in time for Christmas. Elana is going to have to figure out how all of it is connected but she’s in over her head, outnumbered, and running out of time.

And she always thought magic would make her life easier.

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Excerpt:

Okay, so cats like her and obey her commands. Oh god, please tell me more weirdness didn’t just walk into my life. “So, how do you know Claire?” I asked hopefully, silently praying for a mundane answer like High School, the gym, or prison.

“I don’t,” She said confidently.

It was only just now that I got a good look at her and a wave of panic swept through me. She was tall, nearly a foot taller than me. I’d picked up on that when she was at the door, but maybe it was the sun in my eyes or the fact that I wasn’t fully awake yet, but I hadn’t pieced together the rest of it. I would have placed her in her early forties, a couple of years older than Claire maybe, but she looked as if she had been assembled in a factory. Something was decidedly not human about her, and it was unsettling that I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She had thick, straight hair that was the kind of blonde you only seemed to see in eighties movies. Her eyes were a deep sapphire, and aside from an amount of gold that would have bordered on excess on anyone else, I noticed something else. White shoes, a white pleated linen skirt, a white blouse.

Oh...no. “Did Roger send you because I wouldn’t accept his offer?” I asked, not breaking eye contact.

She raised an eyebrow at that as the beginnings of a grin touched the edge of her lips. “No one ever sends me anywhere,” She said bemusedly.

I wasn’t ready for a fight, especially not when some hapless customer could wander in any second now. And something about her felt decidedly not human, what if she was Fae like Bres? A fight with one of the Fae could get ugly in a hurry for everyone around. Mostly for myself.

“Kind of stupid for one Gardener to come alone,” I said shaking the blister shield out of my wrist. I was trying to sound confident, but I was terror-stricken by the unknown elements here, and it was all I could do to bluff. “It didn’t go so well for the last one who came at me alone.”

The woman couldn’t help herself as she let out a small laugh. “You fashion yourself a sorcerer?” She asked, and with a dismissive wave of her hand, my shield was gone. Just gone! “Child, sorcery is but one of my domains, and you are no more a sorcerer than any of those pretenders you are so quick to associate me with. The people of this realm wield magic that is not their own.”

I stiffened as she spoke. “Okay then,” I said slowly. “If you’re not a Gardener, then what are you.”

“Goddess.”

“Well, December is free coffee for deities month, so lucky you,” I said, trying to force a laugh.

“Is it really?” She asked. “Because I would love to try the house blend.”

“It is now,” I said, moving to make her a cup. Whoever she was, she was severely out of my league, and the best thing I could do was to keep her talking.

“Please make yourself a cup as well and join me, we have business to discuss.”

“Cream or sugar?” I asked pouring the cups. She indicated a quick no as I brought them over. “So, shouldn’t I know who I’m doing business with?”

“Indeed. I am Freyja,” She replied, sipping her coffee. “And this is quite the beverage you've made.”

“Thanks, I’ve been practicing,” I said taking a sip of my own.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Freyja asked, warmly somehow. Not disappointed, or angry or defensive. “Even with everything you’ve seen and done?”

“No offense, but I’ve met a lot of magic users lately, and it’s not like someone wouldn’t just claim to be a god if they wanted to look bigger than they are. You’re definitely stronger than me, but that doesn’t mean I have to believe whatever you say at face value. I met a guy named Bres earlier this year, and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t the Demon King.”

Freyja chuckled at that. “Oh, the things I could tell you about Bres,” She said taking a sip. “Did you know that historians mistranslated, and he’s actually the Lemon King?”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I snapped back. “Citrus trees aren’t native to- Oh damn it.”

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: The Case of the Flying Note By Alice Cotton

The Case of the Flying Note
By Alice Cotton
Genre: Children's fantasy adventure

Come dive into The Case of the Flying Note and read Alice Cotton’s imaginative musical tale where Detective Reed has to track down Presto, a newly written note who has flown out of his music. Detective Reed is hot on Presto’s trail as the flying note enters Sound City, the land where all music symbols live. Newly written notes sometimes do this and because they have wings, it is difficult to keep up with them. But Detective Reed, a highly trained half note, knows what to do.

The detective follows Presto into clouds of lost music notes far up in the sky where thunderclouds are booming. These lost notes are floating all around Reed when suddenly Presto plunges straight down towards the ground and into a strange green forest populated by hoards of musical rests.  Of course, Detective Reed is close behind him but never catches up with Presto. Why doesn’t Reed just grab him? Where is Presto going?

Detective Reed watches as Presto dives into the large petals of a singing pink flower and discovers an underground music academy within the flower’s roots. Reed makes his way into one of the school’s classrooms and almost gets hit by the shooting arrows of C sharps and then in another room, he witnesses a rare gathering of violins. Whatever are they doing? Finally, the flying note reveals the reason he flew out of his music. This inspires Detective Reed to use a most unusual, inventive strategy to help Presto solve his musical problem.


Who knew music symbols could be so interesting and fun? Readers learn music concepts as they zoom along with the detective. AND Detective Reed’s adventures continue with Reed’s next story, The Secret at Willow Wail, and again, in the upcoming Adventures on a Blue Moon.  Each story addresses a different musical concept as readers fill their minds with the fanciful characters that live in Sound City.

About the Author

In the beginning, in Cleveland, Ohio, ten year old Alice Cotton had her head stuck under the piano lid of her father’s baby grand piano, plucking the strings and listening to all the resonating sounds they made. For hours! Then, later, as a teen, after playing clarinet in a school marching band, she started performing and writing songs with her new guitar.  Unbeknownst to her she was also in the process of meeting her future music partners who would be accompanying her in creating successful music acts around the U.S.

Alice moved to New Orleans, where she collaborated with childhood friend, Cora McCann (Writer & editor, Content Marketing, Cleveland Clinic). They wrote songs and performed them as a duo acoustic guitar act called Sunstorm. They performed in some of the most popular tourist clubs in the New Orlean’s French Quarter.

Then, in Oregon, Alice co-led one of the top performing night club bands  that she shared with another childhood friend, Lisa Coffey, (harpist/instructor). Of course, their music was quite original with the sound of harp strings next to the guitar, bass and drums. Their band, Night Music, worked hard to become one of the top working bands in the American northwest. Alice completed their sound by playing electric guitar as a rhythm and lead player.

Later, she worked with a variety of other ensembles that played on weekends for dances and private clubs. Alice became one of the only female lead guitarists in Oregon.  

Along with performing, Alice also taught math, music and art to young students in various public and private schools, always encouraging her students to pursue their studies in fun, creative ways.

Alice Cotton’s goal now is to tantalize young people (as she was at age 10) into pursuing a life of music and art. Hence she writes books such as The Case of the Flying Note for all kids, young and old but particularly geared toward 8 - 11 year olds. 

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Excerpt: Minuet’s Story (chapter 2)

From her place in the music, Minuet began her story, her voice clear and sure. 

“Well, a musician named Bell was writing a new piece called Guitar in the Clouds.  It’s a little bit jazzy and a little bit classical, and I am in it, as are all these other notes.”

“I see,” said Detective Reed as he wrote in his notebook. “So what happened?”

“When Bell left to have some dinner, Presto, the note next to me, turned from his normal black to a rather sad looking grey-blue color and flew off the page of music. He went out there!”

Minuet pointed to an open window next to the music stand and through it Reed could see a vine of pale yellow flowers and the green branches of a pine tree.

“Please go on,” said Detective Reed, though he was starting to get the picture. He had seen this happen before and it is why he went to Flying School when he was learning how to be a detective.

Minuet went on with her story. 

“When Presto left, I yelled for him to come back. I really want Bell to finish writing her composition so all of us notes will be heard. But how can she finish writing the music with a note missing? It will sound all wrong and Bell will give up and it’ll be the end of us all!”

For a moment, Minuet became so upset she couldn’t speak.

“I understand,” Detective Reed said. “What happened then?” 

“Well, the other notes and I decided we had to bring Presto back, so I volunteered,“ Minuet continued. 

“I flew out of the window and looked right and left, up and down, and all around until I spotted him shooting across the sky yelling,  ‘Nooooo!’

“I followed his voice and then I saw him fly into a blue house with a big yellow door. I pressed against the door and heard, ‘Ah, eh, ee, oh, ew,’ the same sounds Bell uses to warm up her voice. So I knew a singer was in there.” 

Minuet’s forehead wrinkled and she paused while Detective Reed continued to write in his notebook.

“Oh now I remember,” she said. “I found an open window and went into the house.  I saw a young man standing next to an upright piano, and as he was singing, colorful notes were leaping around the room. I couldn’t imagine why, but it looked like fun.”

“All notes that are sung do this,” Reed informed her.

“I see,” Minuet said, her eyes wide. 

Then she continued. “I saw a cheerful-looking green note sitting on top of the piano so I joined her. She was very friendly and said, ‘Hi, would you like to bounce around the room with me?’

“‘No, but thank you for asking,’ I said. Then I explained that I was looking for a grey-blue note that had left his page of music. ‘Have you seen him?’ I asked.

“The green note looked around the room, and pointed. There was a marble sculpture sitting on top of the piano and on top of the statue was Presto!

“I instantly glided over to him, but I wasn’t sure what to do, so I wrapped my stem around his stem and gently pulled. I was so relieved when he came with me back to Bell’s house. I placed him onto his spot on the page and asked him why he flew away.

“Presto sat quietly in his place, but as soon as I let him go, he yelled ‘Noooooo,’ and took off again! I couldn’t believe it!” cried Minuet, and she flung up her wings.

“Hmm, I have seen this before,” Reed said. “New notes do this when something isn’t right with the music. So what did you do?”

“Luckily, Bell was done composing for the day. So the other notes and I agreed that I should go and look for him again.” 

“Really!” exclaimed Detective Reed, trying not to smile. ”You should be a detective! So tell me what happened next.”

“Well, another note on the page handed me your card and said ‘Let’s try this!’

“I did what it said and here you are!”

Minuet handed Detective Reed the card and he read it over. It was one of his cards, all right. It said,

MISSING A NOTE? 
CALL DETECTIVE REED
by following these instructions:
1. Sing a limerick about your problem.
You will be immediately connected to  
Detective Reed.
2. Detective Reed will hear your limerick 
and ask where you are.
3. Hum the music you are in and he will  
come to you at once.

Reed handed the card back to Minuet, who was still visibly worried. He knew that the loss of this note could be a disaster for Minuet and the other notes in the piece. Composers often give up and never finish writing their music when a note disappears, and the sheet music often ends up in the trash. No wonder Minuet was frightened. 

Reed put his pencil and notebook into his pocket.

“I have what I need. I will find your note,” he said with confidence.

He examined the empty space next to Minuet and then he looked around the room until his gaze stopped at a spot right above the music stand. He stared. He squinted. Then he glared.

Minuet and the other notes twisted around and stared at the same spot, where a grey-blue blur was climbing from behind and onto the top of the music stand.

“OOM PAH PAH,” Detective Reed heard the young note say.

“Oh no!” Minuet exclaimed. ”He is going to escape!”

Sure enough, red lines appeared in the air and turned into a red door. A profusion of musical sounds could be heard as the door opened.  Reed immediately leapt up and followed the departing note as he flew through the portal to Sound City. 

“So Detective Reed can fly,” Minuet said, her eyes wide. 

“Grown-up notes can’t fly,” she said to the note sitting next to her. “They don’t have wings anymore!  How does he do that?” 


The note next to Minuet shrugged his shoulders and they both stared, while, in the beat of an eighth note, Presto entered the doorway and skyrocketed into Sound City with Detective Reed hot on his trail. The red door closed behind them and they were gone.

BOOK BLITZ: Last Class Citizen By Lex Ramsay

Last Class Citizen

By Lex Ramsay

Genre: Alternative history

They’ve gained their freedom from the South. But what if their new freedom is all a lie?

Patrick Edgerton, leader of the Railway Association, has succeeded in the monumental task of freeing slaves from the once mighty Southern Republic. Following the fall of the South, the UN has decreed that the South must pay for the care of any former slaves. With hope finally on the horizon, Patrick and those he helped free begin what will be a long journey towards equality and rehabilitation.

But the wheels of power are turning in the US capitol. With the UN’s proclamation against the South, the President of the US sees a way to bleed the South economically dry: by keeping the former slaves under a new, more subtle form of oppression, it will force the South to continue to pay for them until they have nothing left. This conspiracy sets off a deceitful chain reaction to construct a system of ghettos that keeps former slaves in a cycle of destitution and despair, ultimately creating second class citizens.

With everything they’d worked so hard to achieve on the line, Patrick and a handful of others set out to ensure that the former slaves don’t become entrapped in this new kind of slavery; a slavery as bad as what they’d left behind.

Full of powerful themes still prevalent in society today, Lex Ramsay weaves an eerily realistic story of race manipulation and marginalization, and those brave and willing enough to continue the fight.

About the Author

Lex Ramsay is the author of Serial Misogyny, a gripping literary suspense, and the alternative history Southern Republic. She is a recovering lawyer, an avid but not terribly talented pianist, a student of Portuguese, and escapee from Corporate America where she cleaned up after other peoples' messes and generally sold her soul. Now, she's buying it back, one word at a time, while making plans to move to Brazil with her 1 husband, 2 dogs, 2 horses and 2 cats (last count), once the Portuguese lessons kick in. 

To learn more about Lex and her books, visit https://www.lexramsayauthor.com/. 

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