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NEW RELEASE

Cover of the novel The Blacksmith's Apprentice, by Marsha WardBook 6 in The Owen Family Saga is now available in the ebook edition, with the paperback coming soon.

Clay Owen’s ambition is to raise and train horses on his family’s homestead, but he needs specialized skills to do the job. That means spending two years away from home in an apprenticeship. Falling in love with an opinionated red-headed girl isn’t part of his plan.

Book 6 of The Owen Family Saga is a sweet romance featuring characters with sizzling chemistry, living on the Colorado frontier in the late 1860s.

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Due to medical issues that have been solved, it took me two years to finish The Blacksmith’s Apprentice. Now that my health is better, I expect to write and publish more tales from the Old West in a timely manner.

Here are links for purchasing The Blacksmith’s Apprentice.

Ebooks:  Apple | Barnes & Noble | Kindle US | Rakutan Kobo | Smashwords Store

 

 

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CHILL is now in Paperback!

Published under my pen name, Marsha W. Ward, CHILL is billed as a Paranormal Romance. However, it’s so much more. It’s a mystery/thriller/suspense novel with a touch of spy craft, some ski lessons, personal tragedy, a strange creature, and lots of adventure. And romance! Did I mention romance? Now it’s available as a paperback at Amazon.

Cover of CHILL, a paranormal romanceChill: A Paranormal Romance
United States – Present day

A distant ski resort . . .

An overly friendly gentleman . . .

Laura thinks a vacation at a resort perched high on a mountain cliff in Vermont will help her forget the death of her baby and the job-obsessed husband she’s divorcing. Meeting a dashing European gentleman and taking a ski class divert her from her pain.

Then people begin to disappear, bodies turn up drained of blood, and the resort becomes isolated from the world. What is hiding among the resort’s guests?

Nick’s perilous job for a government spy agency takes too much of his time. He’s following a murderous international jewel thief . . . and the trail leads right to the ski resort! But the tram to the top of the mountain is disabled, and his recent wound is slowing him down.

Can Nick fulfill his assignment, and at the same time, keep Laura from falling prey to a mythical creature?

Paperback: Amazon

EBooks: Apple Books | Kindle US | Kindle UK | Kindle DE | Kobo | nook | Smashwords

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I tried something new

Cover of CHILL, a paranormal romanceI wrote a novel in a genre that’s brand new to me.

Who ever guessed that I would write a work that is part spy adventure, part paranormal deception, and part “enemies-to-lovers” romance? I didn’t expect to do so.

However, I had the start of such a book in my old files. It had been hidden away for about forty years, and I had never done anything with it.

In the middle of a world-wide pandemic, something made me open and read the old story fragment. That’s when ideas began to flood into my mind for writing something along the lines of the Gothic classic Rebecca, or The Mistress of Mellyn, with a hapless female at the mercy of a manipulative man.

Then a new character popped up, bringing complications and romance to the plot.

Suddenly, Chill became a real story, and even though I was far out of my depth in the new genre, I was encouraged by a writer who crafts delicious horror novels that I was right in the groove.

Ultimately, I let go of the fear and began to write. Since then, an editor allayed my fears about venturing out of my usual writing patch, saying that I write well in any genre; beta readers sang the praises of Chill; and readers who bought the book said things like “the writing is masterful,” and “another awesome book by Marsha Ward.”

I’m glad I pressed forward and completed this work.

Chill is currently available as an ebook at the following locations:

Apple Books
Kindle US
Kindle UK
Kindle DE
Kobo
nook
Smashwords

Here’s an excerpt:

Laura Malloy

I pushed through the glass entrance door to the terminal, dragging my wheeled suitcase, and hurried to get into the line for the aerial tram car to the Castleton Ski Resort. Why did it have to be a tram? The view out the glass-sided station was of a yawning abyss under the cable. My stomach clenched and my head whirled. Overwhelming queasiness moved up my chest into my throat. Would I throw up? The accompanying vertigo made me feel as though I was slipping into a bottomless void.

What if the car falls? Will we all be killed instantly? Who will mourn for me? Mother? Father? My brother Philip?

I shifted from one foot to the other, curling my toes and fighting the urge to run. My family would be sad for a while, but my neglectful husband Nicholas would not mourn. He didn’t care about me. That’s why I was divorcing him.

As the line advanced at a snail’s pace toward a pert young woman holding a clipboard and a pen, I retreated to a happier thought. I would be Laura Malloy again. No more Lafferty at the end of my name. Even imagining the name made my throat tighten and my mouth turn sour. The name “Lafferty” would always be tied to Nicholas, and to his time-eating job. I cringed, holding my arms tightly against my body. I hated his job, and I didn’t even know what he did.

I tried to relax. I couldn’t enjoy my vacation if I was all tied up in knots.

Something hit me in the small of my back. I turned to look over my shoulder.

A man carrying a small suitcase stood behind me. A camera with a long lens attached hung from a strap around his neck. He was so close that when I’d turned, the lens bumped against my body again. I tightened down on a scream threatening to erupt from my mouth. I had to leave. I had to escape. I couldn’t get in that fragile tram and take it up to the mountain.

But behind the man with the camera, a curvy blonde woman freshened her garish red lipstick while she waited. Her hips and her suitcase blocked the door.

As I tried to figure out how to get around her, a man ahead of me in the line raised his voice.

“It is arrange yesterday. From the Plaza Hotel. You must have the record.”

“I don’t see your name here,” the girl with the clipboard answered, her voice harsh.

My attention was drawn away by a crackling announcement on the PA system.

“Keep your hands, arms, and belongings inside the tram car at all times.” The droning voice went on. For some reason, the interruption soothed me and quieted the turmoil in my brain. Yes. Everything would be fine if everyone obeyed the rules.

I could breathe again, and the need for escape left me. Perhaps I could enjoy my stay at the resort after all. I would simply close my eyes tightly while we ascended.

The dispute ahead of me settled down. When I saw the man leave and head for the tram car, I realized I had seen him in the parking lot when I arrived.

Shortly afterward, my turn came. The girl holding the clipboard asked me my name. I said, “Laura Laffer—, that is, Laura Malloy.”

What was wrong with me? “Lafferty” was my past. I was getting rid of it.

I breathed deeply, seeking peace.

The clerk found “Laura Malloy” on her list and made a check mark alongside it.

The brief, crisp movement of her pen brought the peace I sought. I turned away from her to confront a man who wanted to take my suitcase and garment bag.

Panic descended on me. I drew my luggage toward my body with stiff arms. He might as well have asked to take my jacket away from me, or a leg. I had to keep—

“It’s okay, miss,” he said in a quiet voice. “You’ll get your belongings at the top of the hill.”

“Move it, lady,” the man with the camera said.

I was holding up the line. Embarrassment suffused my cheeks. Reluctantly, I opened my fingers and surrendered the luggage.

I stepped away. Ahead of me was the tram car, its door gaping open like the entrance to Hell. I couldn’t move.

A young male staffer with a name tag that read, “Ewell,” held out his hand indicating that I was to enter the door of the tram car. I sucked in my breath and hung back, once again dreading the coming ascent, but Ewell reached behind me with his other hand, placed it on the middle of my back, and persuaded me onto the suspended car.
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Get your copy of Chill at

Apple Books
Kindle US
Kindle UK
Kindle DE
Kobo
nook
Smashwords

 

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A New Venture

New and Improved

For the last few weeks, I’ve been working on something new. It’s also something that is improved for people who have difficulty reading books in regular font sizes. I’ve been creating Large Print editions of The Owen Family Saga.

The first book is the origin story of the Owen Family, the prequel to the Owen Family Saga series, entitled THAT TENDER LIGHT, in which Rod Owen and Julia Helm meet on a spring day in 1840. It was love at first sight, which was fortunate, because after her cousin’s wedding took place in Virginia, Julia was going to return home to Pennsylvania. If she left, Rod probably never would have seen her again. But love found a way to keep her from leaving.

In preparing the large print books, I referenced advice from  the Council of Citizens with Low Vision International, an affiliate of the American Council of the Blind, and the American Printing House for the Blind. All text is aligned left with a ragged right margin, uses 18-point font or better, and italics are shown by underlining words. Arial, a sans-serif font, was used in THAT TENDER LIGHT.

If you’re on the look-out for Large Print books, for yourself or an avid reader with low vision, these books will be a real blessing. My plan is to release one book or volume of a book twice a month, if possible.

Front cover of That Tender Light

THAT TENDER LIGHT: An Owen Family Novella, was released at the end of July, and is now available on Amazon. Look for the plain blue cover.

 

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