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Monday, October 27, 2025

Book Tour + #Giveaway: The Wheels on the Stroller by Claudia Kramer @RABTBookTours



Children's Book

Date Published: 2025

Publisher: Serapis Bey Publishing

Illustrator: Brian Dumm



The Wheels on the Stroller, a fresh adaptation of the well-known song and book, The Wheels on the Bus, invites parents and children on a stroller journey of song, motion, and colorful illustrations. Roll through a variety of neighborhoods meeting delightful creatures and various neighbors in action as the seasons change. Experience being fully present in the moment with your child as you sing and act out each verse. The Stroller kids show readers how to perform each motion! In addition, a picture clue in each illustration signals the next action. The Wheels on the Stroller aims to reawaken the joy and wonder of simple, everyday happenings as seen through the eyes of young children. It seeks to inspire readers to make up verses of their own based on adventurous stroller walks (or wagon walks!) through their neighborhoods.

Ready…Set…Let’s Roll!

 


Interview with Claudia Kramer Kohlbrenner

    What is your favorite part of the book?

    The Wheels on the Stroller (an adaptation of The Wheels on the Bus) go “through the neighborhood.” It is 24 pages long with fresh repetitive sentences that are sung throughout, so it’s difficult to choose a favorite “part.”

    I will say that I love that my intention and mood for the book was successfully implemented by my talented illustrator, Brian Dumm. In his colorful, animated illustrations which seem to jump off the page, he captured the beauty of nature up close and the joyful participation of the stroller kids - flapping arms like the wings of birds, wagging a finger in unison with a friendly dog’s tail, waving to neighbors on the street, etc. The accompanying typography also is animated with clues for the beginning reader.

    Does your book have a lesson? Moral?

    I developed the book with a few lessons in mind:

    -As a reminder to parents/caregivers “to be fully in the present moment with children” as often as they can to build strong emotional bonds. It is what some would call “quality time.”

    An adult and child singing and acting out the book together achieves the “present moment” lesson. Taking a stroller walk with a child to actually experience the book in the real world is better. The best yet? Adding your own verses/experiences as you go for an interactive walk around your own neighborhood.

    -As a reminder to “stop and smell the roses.” What a gift for adults to share with children! To slow down and appreciate the joy of the simple things in life- a squirrel scurrying up a tree, the beauty of autumn leaves, stomping in puddles after a Spring rainfall. Nature can provide solace and peace - a mental health boost - for those of all ages in a fast-paced, technological world.

    -As a reminder that we are all part of a community. A child strolling through the neighborhoods in The Wheels on the Stroller will encounter neighbors of different ages, abilities, and backgrounds (not to mention friendly dogs!) The first illustration spread in the book highlights a show of neighborly kindness which sets the tone for a sense of caring and friendly communities.

    Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

    The people in the Wheels on the Stroller are fictional but resemble children and adult neighbors that my young grandsons and I have encountered on our frequent stroller walks through city and suburban neighborhoods.

    Of all the characters you have created, which is your favorite and why?

    DNA

    What character in your book are you least likely to get along with?

    DNA

    What would the “Stroller kids” in your book have to say about you?

    They would say that taking a walk with a retired speech-language pathologist grandma is a fun, adventurous learning experience! During stroller walks, their grandma guide would stop and take time to enjoy anything that catches their interest. She will describe what they are seeing and answer their questions in an effort to enrich their speech and language development. The Stroller kids would be happy that beyond the encounters in this book, we would stop to smell the flowers, feel warm breezes on our faces, look for home holiday decorations, listen to birds chirping, stomp through colorful crunchy fallen autumn leaves, etc. The sensory possibilities are endless! The Stroller kids would also say that I added a fun “find the picture clue” feature in each illustration in the book that shows what action comes next.

    Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

    DNA

About the Author


Claudia Kramer Kohlbrenner earned a B.S and an M.Ed. degree in the field of speech-language pathology and she also received extensive training in the teaching of reading. She maintained her American Speech-Language-Hearing Association (ASHA) certification during her 35+ years of teaching and for many years after retirement. Claudia taught mainly in the public schools with students of all ages but primarily with special education and general education students at the preschool and elementary levels.

When teaching at the preschool level, Claudia encouraged busy parents to utilize the time spent carrying out daily routines as language-rich opportunities. Parents were counseled to talk about what was happening in a child’s “here and now” - while getting dressed, brushing teeth, taking a stroller walk! Claudia used available and self-generated rhymes and songs and involved as many bodily senses and movements as possible to facilitate developmental skills in preschoolers. She considers the repetition used in The Wheels on the Bus book and now in The Wheels on the Stroller to be a valuable learning tool for young children. According to early childhood research, repetition reinforces language processing, pattern recognition and a sense of predictability. It also provides children with opportunities to rehearse new sound and word sequences.

After retirement, Claudia’s love of rhyme inspired her to take a few children’s poetry writing classes. She was pleased to have several poems published in “Highlights High Five” and “Highlights” magazines, with two poems also published in children’s anthologies. The joy of reading to her sons long ago and now her grandchildren sparked her desire to write a children’s book as well. One day, after she and her young grandson enthusiastically sang and motioned along with The Wheels on the Bus book, grandma and grandson set out for one of their many adventure-seeking neighborhood stroller walks. As the wheels on his stroller went round and round, they greeted neighbors with tail-wagging dogs, watched squirrels scurry up trees and delighted in the “ding! ding! ding!” of an approaching bicycle along with other encounters- The Wheels on the Stroller was spontaneously born!

 

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Book Spotlight: Formula for Fate (Fairy Godmothers Incorporated, #2) by Maya Tyler @mayatyerauthor

Formula for Fate

Fairy Godmothers Incorporated, #2

by Maya Tyler

Published: October 28, 2025

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance


Blurb:


Leighton Carter has sworn off romantic love to protect her heart, but she struggles with the challenges of single parenthood. Doctor Alexandros (Xander) Arvanitas lost his family in a tragic accident. Burying himself in work helps him cope with his grief. When he meets single mother, Leighton, she inspires him to live, and love, again.

When the baby’s biological father returns, threatening their newfound happiness, will Xander fight for the family he’s grown to love?

What happens when you add a fairy godmother who loves playing matchmaker into the equation? Fairy Godmother Rainy Beaumont has been waiting for a way to help Xander find love again. He didn’t wish for love, but Rainy has a feeling loving Leighton and her baby will heal the hole in his heart.

Does Rainy have a formula for fate?

***

Our hero, Xander, visits his therapist again and receives some reassurance…


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Excerpt:

 “I’m glad you made another appointment, Xander.” Dr. Rutherford opened the door wide enough for Xander to step into her office before gesturing him to sit.

I went to see my wife. Her grave.” He smiled. “Are you going to ask me how I feel about it?”

I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable enough to talk about it.” She smiled back. “Since you want to tell me… How do you feel about it?”

Lighter.” He leaned back, settling into the padded cushion. “I feel like—before—I’d been living half a life, straddling both the past and present. And that last visit … well, I decided to put both feet firmly into the present.”

That sounds really positive. Do you know how you came to this realization?”

I realized I was lonely.” Saying it aloud was surreal. He brushed off the uncomfortable feeling. “I miss my wife, more than anything, but I let the grief consume me. I cut myself off from the world. All I did was work.”

How do you feel about admitting you’ve been lonely?”

He tucked his hair behind his ear. “Oh, you caught that, did you?”

She nodded serenely, waiting for him to share.

The words stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell her feeling lonely felt like a betrayal to his wife. That wanting to seek some connection with others also felt like a betrayal. But it was like he’d stuffed his mouth with a piece of bread slathered in peanut butter. He felt the words deeply in his soul, but couldn’t speak them aloud.

It’s okay, Xander. Take your time.”

He nodded.

I imagine you’re fighting against your admission of loneliness, and you might need some more time to process it. Acknowledging something aloud is different than merely thinking it. Unspoken thoughts are contained, safe in your mind, even considered hypothetical in nature. But those voiced aloud become untethered, a possible truth you’ve placed in the world and must come to terms with, like a negotiation.”

It’s a bit unsettling.” He clasped his hands in his lap. “I felt so certain about moving forward, living in the present, but ….” He shook his head.

You can do it, Xander, but maybe you’re just not ready today. And that’s okay. Processing grief takes time. And there’s no universal timeline. So, you take the time you need.”

He nodded politely.

I’d like you to make another appointment.”

He didn’t need more therapy but wanted to avoid the lecture. “I’ll check my schedule.” He hoped that would be enough to pacify the doctor.




Interview with Maya Tyler, Author of Formula for Fate, Fairy Godmothers, Incorporated Book #2


Thank you for taking the time to interview me about my latest release, Formula for Fate. I hope your readers enjoy learning about Leighton and Xander.

You're very welcome. I'm delighted you could visit us today and share more information about Formula for Fate. For my review of Formula for Fate, I encourage everyone to return tomorrow, October 28, 2025.

    What is your favorite part of the book?

    I am drawn to Xander’s therapy sessions and, I hope, for all those who’ve experienced the process as either a clinician or patient, that I portrayed them with accuracy and sensitivity. I see a lot of value including real life issues and experiences in fictional novels. Incorporating therapy in this book potentially could dismantle a barrier for a reader to seek help themselves or reduce the stigma of receiving therapy.

    Does your book have a lesson? Moral?

    Formula for Fate definitely has a lesson. There is life after loss and grief. I dedicated this book: “To those experiencing loss and grief. I hope this story offers you strength and hope.” because there are many ways to experience loss and grief and as many ways to traverse the path to healing.

    Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

    My characters are a combination of my imagination and fragments of real people (whose traits I’ve—usually—applied quite subconsciously) who then evolve into their own entities.

    Of all the characters you have created, which is your favorite and why?

    It’s difficult to list a favorite character because, and you can ask any author, characters are like our children. Each character I’ve created has a special place in my heart. The experiences I’ve given them are usually parallel to what I personally lived through at the time of writing. Leighton experiences a complicated relationship with her parents. This arose from challenges experienced with my own parents. Her fictional experience is, of course, very dramatized and varies significantly from my own.

    What character in your book are you least likely to get along with?

    Leighton’s parents played a small role in Formula for Fate, but I would be least likely to get along with them. I portray them as demanding, small-minded, and more concerned about their public image than their daughter.

    What would the main character in your book have to say about you?

    I’d like to think that Leighton and Xander would thank me for pairing them together. They both experienced loss—Leighton with her failed romantic relationship, then estrangement from her parents; and Xander with the deaths of his wife and unborn son—but emerged on the other side of grief to find love and family.

    Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

    I wanted each book in the Fairy Godmothers, Inc Series to stand on its own, but each book in the planned trilogy is connected by the fairy godmothers—Faye, Rainy, and Ginger. I introduced my fairy godmothers in A Fairy Godmother’s Redemption, Book 4 of The Magicals Series and soon realized they deserved their own stories and happy endings. Designed by Destiny included the conclusion to Faye’s story, a romantic reunion with her estranged fiancé after thirty years of separation. Formula for Fate included insight into Rainy’s backstory and, while she didn’t end up with a romantic love connection, she is reunited with her granddaughter. The next book in the series will delve into Ginger’s life…




About Maya

Maya Tyler is a multi-published romance author and an avid reader. She writes compelling stories with authentic characters and happily-ever-afters.

When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, listening to music (alternative rock, especially from the 1990s), practicing yoga, and watching movies and TV.


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Book Blitz + #Giveaway: Real Men vs. Plastic Men by Elbert Jones Jr. @RABTBookTours





African American / Nonfiction

Date Published: 08-30-2025



In a society increasingly defined by fleeting trends, social media facades, and a loss of authentic masculine identity, Elbert Jones Jr. challenges readers to look past the surface. "Real Men vs. Plastic Men" is a powerful, thought-provoking guide that dissects the difference between performative masculinity (the "Plastic Man") and genuine character (the "Real Man"). Jones provides actionable advice and deeply resonant insights on building integrity, emotional intelligence, discipline, and true leadership. This book is a necessary conversation starter for anyone seeking to redefine strength and live a life of meaningful impact.

 

About the Author

 

 Mr. Jones is entrepreneur with well over 33 years in the U.S. government and knows how to operate a successful business. He has had experience as well in the entertainment field. During the late 1970s' and much of the early 80s' Mr. Jones affectionately known to his many friends and loved ones as 'June' or 'Jonesie' collaborated on various singles by several local DC area recording artists and has mentored underground rap star "D Young". A phenomenal businessman who loves people and live talk radio Elbert Jones Jr. is a great access to KJ Publications,Inc..


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Teaser: Conventions of Dragons by Emily Carrington @CarringtonEmily @RABTBookTours @changelingpress




LGBTQ, Dark Fantasy, Polyamorous, Shapeshifters

Date Published: October 31, 2025



When duty calls, where will the heart go?

Joel’s twin has been hurt, and Joel decides to stay with him rather than join his new lovers across the sea. But fate, and a serial killer, have other plans.

Parisa and Noah are drifting apart and without Joel they might lose everything they’ve built.

Can this new throuple fight together to win their happiness or will evil triumph?




EXCERPT

 

“Hooo-elll…”

It was Parisa’s voice, but he couldn’t touch her physically or telepathically. All Joel’s senses were blurred.

Joel wasn’t sure if he’d passed out, but everything was foggy. Not dark, since he had no concept of light beyond the meaning of the word, but misty. It was like the fog that clung to his face and arms, to his hearing and sense of smell when he’d visited England thirty years ago. He’d never forget that sensation of everything being muffled. The sound of his own voice had been right, but the tapping of his cane tip on the cobblestones in London had been oddly removed from the rest of him. He’d actually fallen a couple of times in London, not because he couldn’t feel the ground but because he had tried too hard to rely on the sound of his cane to tell him the depth of things like cracks and steps.

Now, although the sense of being wrapped in cotton persisted, he felt even more cut off from the world because he was really two people. He couldn’t attend to his own movements or speech while living in Jules’s head. Especially not when Jules was so distant from the world. His whole spirit seemed caught up in confusion and fear. So although Joel and Jules sometimes lived in each other’s heads for brief moments, there had never been such a fundamental separation from physical reality.

Dimly, he could feel a hand caressing his face. He tried to reach up and catch those fingers, but his arms felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. He attempted another connection with Jules, one that would allow him to communicate more than just his confusion and to feel Jules’s sense of dislocation. That, too, failed.

Someone spoke then, their voice cutting through the fog. “Joel.” It was James, the dragon guarding him. “Joel, come back. Follow me if you’re turned around.”

He clung to those words and finally managed, by trailing after them in the psychic world, to reestablish himself in the realm of touch, hearing, and scent.

The person caressing his face paused and Parisa asked, “Can you hear me, Joel?”

“Yes,” he croaked, his throat dry.

“Drink,” she answered, and he opened his mouth, unsure if he would feel a glass against his lips or her cupped hand. He registered the water as cool and drank as palmfuls were brought to his lips. From where he’d heard Parisa’s voice, he’d expected the water to come from another angle. Maybe Noah was actually giving him the refreshing liquid.

“James?” he asked between mouthfuls.

“He’s not here,” Parisa said, “although I heard him too. It was like he somehow tapped into a telepathy that could be carried to more than one person.”

“Are either of you hurt?” Joel asked.

“No,” Parisa answered after a moment. He wondered what caused the hesitation. Then she explained. “Noah is shell-shocked, I think. He’s --”

“I’m fine,” Noah said firmly. “Just… sorry about…”

Struggling to raise his head, Joel felt hands tighten on his shoulders. He fought down the instantaneous panic that clawed at his throat. “Unless there’s a reason for me to be lying on my back,” he said as gently as he could manage, “I’d rather sit up.”

The hands released him and as he sat up, crossing his legs, he felt Parisa’s breath on his shoulder blade. He was still naked. He shivered and instinctively pulled his legs up to shield his stomach and softer bits. He wasn’t afraid of Parisa or Noah, but he felt vulnerable. “What happened?”

“There was an explosion,” Noah said, and he did sound a little shocky because his voice trembled. “Over at the other house, we think.”

“Definitely not here,” Parisa put in. “Do either of you need a towel? There aren’t robes in here, and I don’t think we should leave the bathroom until we get the all-clear.”

So, that was why his bare butt was on tile. “Did you two carry me in here?”

Again, there was that momentary pause. Then Parisa said, “I helped Noah and carried you, yes.”

Their location made sense even if nothing else did. As far as Joel knew, the bathroom might be the only room in the smaller house without windows.

Not like the one that had blown inward, injuring Jules.

He shivered as that realization, sent by his twin, hit him. Jules didn’t actually know it had been a window, but he’d had glass taken out of his arm so he’d made an educated guess. Joel said, “Soon as we can, I need to get to Jules. Something’s seriously wrong with him.”

“Can you feel him?” Parisa asked, her hand warm on his back.

“Not now but…” He shivered again, unable to help himself. “He was muffled, or that’s what it felt like. Like having your head wrapped in a blanket.”

Noah began, “Did he --”

Someone interrupted, throwing open the door. “Here they are,” said James, his voice tight.

“Good,” said a voice that came out slightly tinny. “Help is on the way but it’s a good hour out. See if you can move them to this building.”

“Will do.” James crouched, his voice coming from off to Joel’s right. “Are any of you hurt?”

Joel shook his head. “I’m fine. It didn’t happen here.” He reached out toward James’s voice, but Parisa caught his hand.

“Agent Tavery,” she said softly, “you’re bleeding.”

 

About the Author

Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her website.

 

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Book Blast + #Giveaway: Toil and Trouble by Jennifer Patricia O'Keeffe, Lynn Hubbard, Cindy Lewis Smith, James Ryan, Julian Christian, and Jae El Foster @GoddessFish



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The authors will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



Blurb:

The brew is hot and bubbling over with romance and terror in this twistedly beautiful anthology that welcomes the darkness of horror and the temptation of love's veiled promises. Six remarkable tales from six incredible authors fill this book of dark shadows and ancient whispers.

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble - by Jennifer Patricia O'Keeffe: Enchanted pastries and spell-brewed coffee make Esmerelda's sugar-dusted counter the city's most coveted haunt—until a dangerously charming newcomer slips into her shop, immune to her magic and unraveling her carefully guarded world. As his witch-hunter heritage threatens to burn her legacy to ash, Esmerelda finds herself torn between the threat of revenge from the witch hunter's ancestors and the intoxicating truth of the connection that they share.

Silverwood - by Lynn Hubbard: A lonely rancher's daughter finds her isolated Wyoming homestead upended when an amber-eyed stranger ignites a mud-splattered passion that defies reason—until his supernatural secret and the vengeful ranch hands hunting her force her to choose between the man who saves her and the monster who might destroy her. Torn between fierce protectors and forbidden desire, she must trust the very darkness that could shatter her world to survive the wild frontier's deadliest threats.

Ivy, Lichens and Wallflowers - by James Ryan: Marketing executive Hilda finds solace from her stifling corporate life and overbearing past in the quiet companionship of Miriam, a mysterious 19th-century marble statue in a city micro-park, only to discover their connection transcends stone when Miriam begins answering her handwritten notes through cryptic poetry left in return. As their forbidden connection deepens into an intoxicating dream-bound romance, Hilda uncovers Miriam's supernatural secret: she's a cursed thaumaturge sustained by stolen life force, forcing Hilda to confront whether love can survive the devastating cost of keeping her alive.

A Mirror to Die For - by Cindy Lewis Smith: A desperate woman finds solace in an antique mirror that whisks her nightly to 1880s Arizona, where a charming outlaw named Johnny Ringo fulfills every fantasy—until her jealous fiancé shatters the glass and vanishes, leaving her trapped in an asylum screaming that he is the real monster, a man who shouldn't exist: Dr. John Henry Holliday, the gambler who killed Ringo a century ago. Now, with "MPR" carved into her cell walls and time itself unraveling, she'll stop at nothing to prove her sanity by proving time travel is real—even if it means unleashing the very darkness that destroyed her.

Flight 1031: Cosmic Turbulence - by Julian Christian: Diplomatic courier Sarah Martinez boards Flight 1031 expecting routine turbulence, not a Halloween dimensional rift that strands her at Germania International Airport—where the Greater German Reich has ruled since 1943 and perfected technology to harvest souls from parallel realities through consciousness-scanning machinery that pulses with seventeen-beat rhythms. Now trapped in a terminal that breathes like a living organism, Sarah must navigate a world where every passenger hides a secret and her resistance could either save her timeline or doom infinite versions of humanity to eternal enslavement in a Reich that spans all dimensions.

Dream a Little Dream - by Jae El Foster: After a near-death car crash rewires her brain, Sarah's nightmares bleed into reality: sugar on the counter forms glyphs, bats appear out of nowhere in broad daylight, and her own hands betray her—while the velvet-eyed stranger from her dreams appears in her waking hours, his urgency growing as Halloween's veil thins. Now, with her reality twisting into something surreal and an ancient language hijacking her voice, she must confront a dark truth: her soul isn't hers to keep, and the man who saved her in death is the very entity hunting her in life.
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Read an Excerpt From ‘Dream a Little Dream’ by Jae El Foster


Sarah didn’t know where to run, where to hide, where to breathe. She drove until the city’s skyline dissolved into cornfields, until the morning thickened with minivans and convertibles carrying families on "ride in the country" escapes. Each passing car—a Jeep with muddy tires, a sedan with bike racks—anchored her to reality, the rubber soles of her sneakers still tingling with the phantom sensation of earth either holding her up or crushing her down.

A flash detonated behind her eyes: the muffled thud of dirt hitting wood, shovel after shovel, sealing her inside a coffin. She couldn’t see it, but she smelled it—the cloying stench of decay merging with rain-damp soil, the suffocating darkness pressing against her eyelids as the weight piled higher. The scent of worms and wet pine needles flooded her throat, thick as grave mold.

The vision snapped just as her car veered toward the shoulder. She wrenched the wheel hard left, tires screeching, a horn blaring from the sedan she’d nearly broadsided. Her hands locked on the steering wheel, knuckles bleaching bone-white, as she fought to drag air into her lungs. Slow. Nervous. Don’t die twice. The wreck’s ghost clawed at her ribs—she wouldn’t invite it back.

Ahead, a billboard loomed: MEMORY LANE. Beneath the town’s name, bold letters promised: Step into Memory Lane, where new memories are made! Sarah’s foot hovered over the brake pedal, ready to U-turn from the omen of that name, but her ankle refused to bend. Cemented. Her other foot slammed toward the brake—stuck. Panic surged as she crossed the town line, tires crunching over the painted border, but then the landscape unfolded: manicured lawns, white picket fences gleaming like fresh bone, and 1950s bungalows painted in cheerful pastels. A sigh escaped her—enchanted.

Chicanery, she thought, scanning the dollhouse-perfect homes. Porches draped in wisteria, hydrangeas bursting from flower beds, rocking chairs swaying in phantom breezes. It felt less like a town and more like a dream staged for tourists—a nostalgia trap with price tags hidden in the shutters. She gripped the wheel tighter, the vinyl seat sticky beneath her sweat-slicked thighs.

The yards deepened in their perfection: hedges trimmed to geometric precision, roses blooming in impossible symmetry, each white picket fence identical down to the last splinter. No cracks. No weeds. No life. The fences stood sentinel around empty yards, guarding homes with spotless windows that reflected nothing but sky.

She passed a brick schoolhouse with a rusted swing set, a park with a merry-go-round frozen mid-spin, a diner with "OPEN" glowing in neon, a barber pole coiled in red-white silence, a post office with mailboxes gleaming under noon sun. No children. No joggers. No bicycles leaning against fences. Since crossing into Memory Lane, she’d seen exactly one living thing: a crow pecking at a roadkill squirrel, its beak crimson.

"Where the hell is everyone?" she muttered, her voice raw as she scanned porches, windows, the empty stretch of road ahead. The only sound was the hum of her engine and the thump-thump-thump of her pulse in her ears.

Sarah’s hands left the steering wheel, fingers trembling as she tried to turn into a driveway for a U-turn. The wheel refused to budge—cemented. She settled back into the seat, watching it steer itself with unnatural precision. Her foot lifted from the accelerator, but the speed held steady, unwavering, until the car slowed on its own for a sharp right-hand turn onto University Boulevard. The road’s grip on her feet had vanished, yet the vehicle moved like a thing alive, hungry for the town square.

To her left, manicured university grounds sprawled beneath flowering trees, grand homes lining the boulevard like stage sets. Roses bloomed in impossible symmetry, hedges trimmed to razor edges. Sarah groaned at the street name—University Boulevard—its banality a slap in the face. Two blocks down, the car turned right onto Main Street, the tires whispering over asphalt that felt less like road and more like skin.

Ahead, the town square unfolded: businesses glowing with "Open" signs, windows spotless, a gazebo planted dead-center like a tombstone. No cars. No pedestrians. Not even a stray cat to break the silence. The air hung thick with the scent of cut grass and something sharper—ozone, like before a storm that never breaks.

Sarah’s car rolled into a parking spot near the gazebo. The seatbelt loosened with a hiss, the engine dying as the driver’s door swung open unbidden. "I don’t like anything about this…" she muttered, stepping onto pavement that felt unnaturally warm beneath her sneakers. The keys stayed in the ignition, but fear of theft never came—who would steal from a town with no one to steal?

The door shut behind her with a soft click, sealing her in the square’s suffocating quiet. She forced her breath slow, scanning the storefronts: two restaurants, a beauty parlor, a bank, antique shops, a used bookstore, and a theater dominating the square. Its marquee blazed in vintage bulbs: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM and SHE RISES AT NIGHT—titles she’d never heard, yet they hummed in her bones like half-remembered screams.

She turned toward the right-hand restaurant, heels clicking on the pavement. Instantly, its "Open" sign flickered and died. She froze, then pivoted toward the left restaurant—same result. The sign went dark as if snuffed by an invisible hand.

Sarah took a step forward, pulse hammering against her ribs. The air grew heavier, pressing into her lungs like wet soil. She didn’t need to test it again. The square wasn’t empty. It was waiting.

"What in the living hell…?"

Every storefront Sarah scanned flickered dark—the "Open" signs dying like snuffed candles—but the theater’s marquee blazed relentless: REEL AFTER REEL. Its sign burned bright despite the empty ticket booth, the glass doors yawning open onto blackness. Sarah’s skin prickled. Memory Lane felt wrong, but the theater pulsed with something hungrier, something that made her stomach drop like a stone in a well.

She stared at the theater, arms crossed tight against the chill. The marquee’s promise—DREAM A LITTLE DREAM / SHE RISES AT NIGHT—curdled in her gut. Of all places, this was where she never wanted to set foot. Yet the longer she stood frozen, the more the building breathed. Orchestra strings swelled—violins sawing a tune from silent-film days—though the theater’s modern facade held no projector room. Then came the chatter: phantom voices lining up for tickets, laughter echoing off empty pavement.

"Nope…" she muttered, squaring her shoulders. "Fuck this." She bolted for her car, sneakers slapping the pavement. The driver’s door handle wouldn’t budge—locked, keys glinting in the ignition like a taunt.



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Review: The Case of the Clockwork Canary (Lady Theodora Ashcoombe Mystery #0) by Daisy Landish @daisy_landish

The Case of the Clockwork Canary

Lady Theodora Ashcoombe Mystery #0

by Daisy Landish

Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Suspense, Short Read, Cozy Mystery, Historical MysteryWoman Sleuth, Victorian Cozy Mystery


Blurb:


Lady Theodora Ashcombe never intended to become London's most unconventional detective. But when a mysterious mechanical bird arrives with a coded message and her beloved clockmaker turns up dead, she discovers that some secrets are worth killing for.

In this thrilling prequel novella, watch Theo take her first steps into a world of hidden messages, dangerous conspiracies, and deadly clockwork puzzles. With her faithful spaniel Pip and her sharp intellect as her only weapons, she must unravel a web of deceit that reaches into the highest levels of Victorian society.


What readers are saying: "I devoured this in one sitting! Lady Theodora is exactly the kind of heroine I've been craving." "Atmospheric, witty, and brilliantly plotted. I'm already obsessed with this series!" "Finally, a Victorian mystery that treats its female protagonist with the intelligence and independence she deserves."


Join thousands of readers who've fallen in love with:

Theo's razor-sharp wit and fearless pursuit of justice Pip, the spaniel whose nose for danger rivals any Scotland Yard detective Rich Victorian atmosphere that transports you to gaslit London Intricate mysteries that will keep you guessing until the final page A refreshing take on historical fiction that celebrates female intelligence.

 

My Review:

The Case of the Clockwork Canary is a brief yet captivating read that serves as an excellent introduction to Theo and her charming spaniel, Pip, in Daisy Landish’s latest series, Lady Theodora Ashcoombe Mystery.

I instantly became fond of Theo and Pip as soon as I started The Case of the Clockwork Canary, a tale brimming with intrigue and tension. Numerous elements in The Case of the Clockwork Canary reminded me of Downton Abbey and Enola Holmes.

The vivid descriptions allowed me to visualize everything as if I were actively involved in the narrative. I eagerly anticipate the first installment in this new series, Lady Theodora Ashcoombe Mystery, to discover what adventures lie ahead for Theo and Pip in The Case of the Vanishing Heiress, set for release on November 1, 2025.


Check out all the books in the Lady Theodora Ashcombe Mysteries


Lady Theodora Ashcombe refuses to be just another well-bred ornament in London's glittering social scene. Armed with razor-sharp wit, her father's scientific training, and an uncanny ability to see what others miss, she's carved out an unconventional path as a consulting detective—much to her aunt's horror.

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