Hello readers, I am happy to be here today. I will be posting about my fantasy anthology Loves, Myths, and Monsters, and my paranormal anthology Wicked Intentions, which are both now available. Please enjoy yourselves and try to find time to check out my website for my canvas art and books. Thank you and have a great day.

Author Bio:

I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paints.
When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dog Jasmine, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill’s Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas paintings, can be found at: booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com

Blurbs for “Wicked Intentions” 7 bone chilling paranormal tales

BLOOD TIES- word count 15, 902

After the mysterious disappearance of twenty-six year old wife and mother Lisa Smalley, her twin, Audra Roper, begins having dark and disturbing visions of Lisa’s disappearance. Trying to survive while looking for Lisa, Audra’s life becomes a roller coaster of risks, heartbreak, and intrigue.

THE HAUNTING OF BARB MARIE- word count 9,845

Even as a child, Barb Marie saw dead people. This took an unhealthy toil on her throughout her childhood and young adulthood.

SUMMER WIND-word count 13,039

When twenty-nine year old Ginger discovers the old mansion Summer Wind, she is mysteriously drawn to it. . Immediately, the haunting’s have a negative and profound effect on the family.

THE TRUTH BEHIND THE LIES-laying the Norfolk ghost to rest

Solving the brutal murder of American born Ruthie Geil becomes a gauntlet of attacks and more murders for Federal Police Inspector Ian Christian. Between the victims family, ex-lovers, and ghostly occurrences on Norfolk Island, the killer is closer than anyone realizes.

THE LEGEND OF LAKE MANOR-word count 8,297

For the young psychic Cassandra Lopez, coming to the infamous and haunted mansion Lake Manor, was more like a mission.

THE APARTMENT-word count 5,188

When young newlyweds Bill and Gayle move into their new apartment, their lives are plagued with sightings of evil ghosts that threaten their marriage and lives.

DARK VISIONS-word count 5,170

When Carrie Reynold’s starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday, she believes her “dark visions” can solve the twenty year disappearance of her father.

Buy links for “Wicked Intentions” A paranormal/mystery anthology
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BLURBS FOR “LOVES’, MYTHS’, AND MONSTERS’,”

WELCOME TO ANNA

Little does 17 year old Zoe, realize, but the Chupracabra followed her to Ohio from South America. What happens next is a series of chilling mysteries, and unsuspecting friendships and love.

THE HUNTER’S BRIDE

When all game warden Daren Abram, had to worry about was which lucky lady to woo, he comes to the realization that his town is being stalked by the reincarnation of the town’s legend.

MOON PEOPLE

For teenage mermaid Constance, coming to the quaint seaside town of Willowick, is heavenly, until she falls for mortal boy Drake. For the town to survive, Constance is forced to choose between her kind and the boy and town she loves.

THE BIDDING

Apiologist 34-year-old Duncan McPherson goes to Circleville, Ohio, to investigate a series of mysterious bee attacks. What is uncovered proves to be more dark and sinister then anyone imaged.

THE AGREEMENT

Incarcerated in the abandoned Roseville jail, is the last thing rich college student and speeder Brice Conrad, needs. With an “agreement” between the town and a permanent demonic “guest”, only the unfortunate ones know the truth, but do not live to tell.

LOVE’S CURSE

When an Egypt love curse scroll is stolen from a Dean’s office, persons begin dying in bizarre and grisly ways, with the college’s mascot a Viking King statue jokingly blamed for it.

THE PACK

When young Lycan Sonny Red Blanket, a Shawnee Indian falls for mortal girl Drenda Way, he must save her from his fellow Lycan’s and stop a werewolf uprising.

IS IT ONLY A MYTH?

When 32-year-old Vinton County Sheriff, James “Jim” Connors, discovers he has a Mothman hunting in his county, he stops at nothing to save his citizens.

FOR THE LOVE OF GINNIE

Handsome bachelor and Scientist Alex Anderson from the thirtieth century, returns to the Civil War with time serum to save his beloved Ginnie Wade from a snipers bullet, while finding a roller coaster ride of joy and perils.

THE HOUSE ON SHADY LANE

A seemingly loving family turns out to be serial killers in 1873.

THE PROPOSITION

The rough and ready cowboy John Queenie gets the shock of his life, when the ad to break a “wild filly” turns out to be a fiery Quaker girl named Tess. This is a story proving love conquers all.

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Excerpt
For the Love of Ginnie
I don’t know why I wanted to save the life of a person I never met. Maybe it was because I was tired of bachelorhood. Maybe it was because I was a chemist and the unusual, and unexplained, fascinated me. Or, maybe, it was because I was obsessed with this twenty-year-old, dark-haired beauty named Mary Virginia “Ginnie” Wade I had read about.
These questions filtered through my mind as I drove to the bar to meet my best friend Will.
Will’s favorite hangout was “The Bling,” originally an old truck stop on State Route 93, in Nelsonville, Ohio. The place became a restaurant/lounge/dance hall and brothel when semis no longer became a necessity for long distance hauling. The invention of the transporter also replaced many other primitive jobs such as mail delivery and travel. “The Bling” was best known for the large flashing lights suggesting scantily clad women in seductive positions above the front entrance, and its “bulldogs,” monster-sized bouncers in Armani suits who patrolled its two-block perimeter, inside and out.
“The Bling,” just another joint with a sleazy atmosphere, like all alcohol-serving establishments, differed only in that it catered exclusively to class “A” clientele. Politely””or maybe not so politely””everyone called it the “Whorehouse for the rich and bored.” Its reputation grew. Its income grew even faster.
I pulled up in front and exited my vintage DeLorian, tossing the keys to the baby-faced valet, by-passed the doorman with no questions asked. Just an exchange of large smiles between us. Will was also part-owner.
As I entered the twenty-four carat gold, electronic doors, Will immediately spotted me and motioned me toward the bar with his diamond embellished hand.
I loved sitting at the bar. It was the perfect place to see the shows. “Two double scotches and water,” Will said, as we shook hands, and I slid into my seat beside him, just as the tall, leggy waitress produced the drinks in an instant.
I immediately recognized the “girl” as one of the latest “do-everything-like-a-wife” robotics. Robot manufacturing had become a booming business since the last war destroyed the immune and reproductive systems in most humans, especially females.
“I don’t know why you waste your time flirting with non-humans,” I said, cautiously sipping my drink. The immense emptiness of not being able to acquire a wife and soul mate, I felt at this age in my life, almost drove me to alcoholism, but my boss and mentor, Doctor Obar Gabry, intervened, saving my life and promising career.
“Because, dear friend,” Will began, “beggars can’t be choosey, and ladies are in scarce supply. Beside, these “girls’ are all pink inside.”
“Ugh!” I said, gulping down a large swallow of alcohol as if it could wash away my friend’s vile mental picture from my mind.
“Come on, Alex, loosen up. Live a little.” Will motioned to the waitress for another round of drinks. “You’re alive, so act like it. Don’t let your beautiful mind go to waste. This world needs people like you. People started treating me like a god once I became an entrepreneur, and I love it.”
I had to laugh. Maybe my self-pity stage had outlived its use. Only I can find a wife for myself. I certainly won’t ask Will to hook me up. His sense of values are as artificial as the women he beds.
The pain and loneliness I felt at times from yearning for a life-long partner and family wasn’t easy to accomplish. Scientific and Medical technology still could not reverse the sterilization effects on the female species.
Sure there were some human women to date. But most were either sterile, too old, too young, or there was just no chemistry between the two of us. I wanted that spark that unites between two people madly in love…like my parents. I never met any couple happier with one another then my beloved parents. That’s the kind of love I want”¦never ending.
The emptiness and frustration of not finding companionship at times made me want to die. But that was the loneliness talking. I know that now. I love life. I want to live, and I know who I want for a wife. It’s just that meeting her would be a little tricky.
Abruptly, I asked, “What do you think about time travel?”
“Are you serious?” Will asked. “Scientists have tried to conquer time travel for hundreds of years, and failed.”
“Maybe they failed because they weren’t Doctor Gabry and me.”
Will looked at me in awe. “Oh, my god, you’re serious!”
“We discovered something today in the lab,” I said, giving him an arrogant smile. “We believe this is the answer.”
“So who is to be the Guinea pig?”
“Me.”
Silence came from Will, then a gasp. “That could be suicide.”
“Or the biggest discovery of the thirtieth century.”

Excerpt: Completely hidden within the shadows of the stable, I approached cautiously to peek into the great hall that was the center of the barn. Immediately, I froze, like a deer when he hears a warning whistle.
“What do thou see?” Joshua asked, while I gazed through the slats of the stall.
“Yes, what be thou lookin’ at boy,” Thaddeus whispered, as if he knew my eyes had locked on to the most enchanting women in the world.
“Her name be Tess,” Thaddeus explained as if, like Henry, he read my mind.
“But to thou, she’s thine challenge. The thrust of our proposition,” Joshua said, with a slight giggle.
“She be wild as the wind, but more precious than gold,” Henry said in a lovesick tone.
It was obvious to all, this emerald-eyed beauty had broken Henry’s heart. Perhaps that was the reason he agreed to marry her baby sister, Polly.
The men left me staring at my proposition like a kid at Christmas. What was it about this scarlet-haired wench that provoked such infatuation in young men, but anger and frustration in the elders? I had exactly ten months to discover the secret. I had never felt this way about any woman before. Yes, I had girlfriends in Texas, but they were friends. This feeling I felt was new, strange, and exhilarating. I wished to taste her fire and brushed back sweat beads.
“What makes ya think she will like me?”
“‘Cause thou ain’t a Quaker. Thou a man of the world. Tess was always different. Always want’n more freedom then Quaker life offers.”
“Thou gettin’ Tess ta marry ya be the family’s last option. If’n thine two don’t wed within the year, she be exiled from the home and community, never to be welcomed back.”
“That’s a drastic decision.”
“Yes, but one that must be honored, for Quaker life to survive.”
“Are thou the man thee expected to marry?” she said with a laugh, pointing at me.
I stood. “Hello,” I said again, extending my tanned and calloused hand. “I’m honored to meet you.”
“Honored,’ thou says,” she said with a smirk. “The stranger be honored ta meet the wild child.”
“Tess! Thee be disrespectful,” her mother said.
“Disrespectful! Disrespectful!” she screeched. “Disrespectful be recruitin’ a stranger ta marry thine virgin daughter.”
“Leave now, girl!” Thaddeus shouted. “We shall talk later.”
She stormed out. I would not speak to her ’til morning. Those twenty-four hours were torture for me, for I was falling in love.
“Thou don’t appear like the marryin’ kind, John Queenie. Thou seems more like a drifter,” said Tess.
“Yes, its true, I’ve never thought of marriage, but I’ve never been in love before, either.”
She stopped gathering eggs. “If thou has never loved before, how does thou know it be love?”
“What else can this fantastically beautiful feelin’ be, but true love?”
“Thou won’t be played with, sir. A Quaker marriage be for life,” she said, before running off.
“So is true love!” I yelled out. I had seen through her emotional brick wall. She was not the stonyhearted bitch she portrayed herself to be. She was able to love, but needed reassurance.

Other books by JoAnne:

Murder Most Foul-a detective/mystery
Wicked Intentions-7 bone chilling paranormal anthology
The Crime of the Century-a biography true crime
Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between

Upcoming Releases:

Twisted Love-a biography true crime anthology
Flagitious-a detective/mystery novella anthology

Contact JoAnne:

Email- joannetucker98@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
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