Moscow Nights by R.W. Buxton Guest Post and Giveaway with Pine Enshrined Reviews and Goddess Fish Promotions.

Erin is desperate to save Gerry from shadowy forces that would do anything to prevent him from fulfilling the prophecy. But when she arrives, he’s with another woman and the worst thing is it’s Tina, his former partner at the FBI.

Can she convince him the threat is real, and not just to him, but Mary his young daughter.

Halfway around the world ominous figures hiding in the night plan the unthinkable and Gerry is the only one that can stop them. The threat is genuine but will he believe her? Will he believe in the prophecy?

Erin must face her own past, a past she thought was over. It opens old wounds that send her careening on a path of destruction. Can she overcome them in time to save Gerry or will she lose everything because of a deep-rooted hurt that can’t be healed?

Excerpt

She pulled him closer, and he decided not to reply. Gerry glanced down at Erin. Even though her dark hair partially covered her face, he could still see emotions tug at her. There was more she hadn’t told him, but he didn’t pry.

Their walk ended as they climbed the stairs of the Bolshoi Theatre. It was more amazing than any building he could think of in the States. It rose with pillars and lights, lit for a gala event.

“Shall we go in?”

“Just a moment more. I want to spend a few more minutes with you.” Erin clasped her hands around his arms.

He looked down at her. The lines of worry were gone, replaced with a softness he had never seen in her. There was a kindness there. He found it hard to reconcile it with what she was. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her.

Erin stammered, “Wait here, and I’ll go to will call to pick up the tickets.”

Moscow Nights
An Erin Kingsly Novel Book 3
by R.W. Buxton
Publication date : October 9, 2020
GENRE: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance
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Favorite memories from the library

I love this topic because so many of my childhood memories are wrapped up in visits to the library. It was something I did with my Mom every Saturday morning. She was an avid reader and always had a list of books to pick up and I always went along.

She would turn me loose in the children’s section while she picked out her books. I would pull out book after book until I had a pile so high I could barely carry them. Then when I would check them out, they would force me to pick and choose because I had too many to check out at one time.

The problem was, I would be through all the books by Monday and would have to wait another whole week to get new ones.

As I got older, the area of the library I could explore grew. I remember sitting on the floor reading the first few pages of a book as I tried to decide which ones to pick. I was a librarian’s nightmare as I drug the possibilities with me and then put them in the return before I left.

It wasn’t until high school I guess that I discovered the card file to find books. That was my first introduction to the Dewey Decimal Classification. The ability to pinpoint exactly where a book was shelved was an eye-opening experience.

College brought a whole new meaning to the library experience. It wasn’t just the small one floor building that housed our local library. No, this was a massive four floor building with nothing but books from floor to ceiling.

I was actually so amazed I ended up getting a job there at the beginning of my first semester and worked part time during my four years. It wasn’t a fancy job, most of the time I just shelved books. But my knowledge of the Dewey Decimal Classification helped me along. I wasn’t the fastest person at shelving books. I would have to look at each one and wonder what type of research the person who checked it out was doing. Sometimes I’d stand there flipping through the pages. Then I would have to flip it closed and file it in its proper home and move on.

It wasn’t just my time working at the library I enjoyed, but I loved being there to do research. Sitting with a stack of books in one of the study rooms was always a wonderful escape. It didn’t matter when the paper was due, Just being able to be surrounded by all those books and I didn’t care if it was midnight the day before it was due.

Of all the memories of the library, I think the smell of a library book sticks with me the most. I’m not exactly sure what it was or how to describe it but all library books seem to smell the same. It’s definitely different from a book you purchase at a bookstore. Those are new with a fresh paper smell. What do they smell like to you?

All these thoughts of the library leave me with a great sadness, though. I don’t think people take time to enjoy the library anymore or appreciate what it offers. I’m guilty of this myself. If I need to research something, I immediately turn to Google. Even if you go to a library, the card files are gone, replaced with computers where you can do an instant search. If I want to read a book, I pick up my phone and tap the Kindle app. With Kindle Unlimited I can read until I run out of books. Children will no longer have that sense of awe as they walk through the stacks, with books as high and far see. Digital data is replacing a once venerated staple in our community.

I love a good paranormal read, something about the un-dead haunts the fringes of my mind. Mix in romance, love, loss, and you have a great story.

I voraciously read everything, fiction, and non-fiction but always find myself turning back to the darker stories. I’ve always wanted to write and the dream became a reality with Capital Thirst, and the remainder of the Erin Kingsly novels.

I spend most of my days designing and building websites, but my free time is devoted to my wife, family, and cats. Yes three grown children and three cats. Things can be hectic.

For fun you might find me driving winding roads with the top down or out photographing nature.

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