Behind the Scenes

Having received wonderful comments and questions on my covers and some of my ads, I thought I’d take you behind the scenes of some of my efforts and show you there’s more to this author than just being an author.

One of my favorite covers is from Twisted Fate. What makes that one so special is that the background of that cover is from a photograph I took standing on my front porch one evening, looking across the rise toward the sunset. It was taken with a cell phone several years ago. Then, when looking for something for a background to put behind the figure, I ran across the picture on my external hard drive. And, the cover was born.

For Silent Warrior, my 7th novel and one of my favorite stories, the background is from a picture taken outside my small bathroom window. I really do live in a cottage in the woods and don’t need a lot of curtains. One day, I stepped out of my closet and glanced out of the window, around late morning, when the sun was peaking in the south. The light hit the large tree and all the vines growing around it and I ran for my phone. I took several pictures, then ran outside to the deck and all around the house, but the only place I could get that shot was from that small window. I have never seen another shot quite as remarkable as that one, and, trust me, I’ve looked.

This ad, which was embellished with the fire, smoke and the silhouette drawing, is a curve that is down from my place. It’s a bad curve and I know of one person who was killed not making that curve. The snow is real and trust me, that’s a rarity here. Again, I just happened upon it when looking for something else. I was amazed because I’d already written the story with the accident scene and there it was.

I have received a lot of comments on this building, which is the image I use for the Abbott Bed & Breakfast in Ruthorford. It is real, no longer a B & B, but I stayed there when it was and loved it. It was huge, all decked out in a different decor for each suite, which included its own bath, and an expansive downstairs, as well. I loved it so much that I added it to Ruthorford.

Well, that’s enough secrets for now. Please, enjoy visiting Ruthorford and her descendants, or my other contemporary novels, which are available in digital and/or print. And, as always, I’d love to hear from you. You, after all, make Ruthorford possible. Shanon Grey

Silent Warrior – A Ruthorford suspense perfect for any season! Now available from Amazon and Smashwords (SW, Apple, B&N, Kobo, Odilo, Scribd, and Gardner). As well as my others.

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3qIrEmG

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1058868

You can follow Shanon Grey on FB and twitter @shanongrey or friend me (Jerry Hampton) on FB, as well. I can always use input and friends.

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Silent Warrior Excerpt

As you are all aware, authors tend to put a bit of themselves into their stories. This is especially true of me. Well, not the enhanced abilities part of Ruthorford, but other things. In this story, a young woman finds herself in a strange town with no memory of her past or present. In reality, I am missing a year of my life. I found out when someone showed me pictures of that time and I had no memory of it. I sought professional help and even tried hypnotherapy, to no avail. I don’t know if it was from the trauma of my mother’s death or from several falls off of my horse, but a year is gone. And, trust me, having others tell you about it, doesn’t help. You then have their memories, not yours. So, with this in mind, enjoy an excerpt of Silent Warrior.

Silent Warrior by Shanon Grey

She glanced over at her dashboard where her phone sat in its cradle, the screen blank. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and took a deep breath, still hesitating, hoping the conditions would improve, saving her from having to call. They didn’t.

Steeling herself, she said, “Call home.” Silence.

Her voice stronger, she commanded, “Call home!” Again, silence.

“Call 911.” Nothing.

“Call anyone.” She could hear the plea in her voice.

Her GPS had dutifully gotten her this far. She’d been following it since she’d gotten off the interstate outside of Atlanta. It had looked like a good state road, well-marked, wide. That was until she drove straight into the wall of snow. One moment the air and ground were clear, except for the last of the fall leaves on the ground and, the next, she was driving through a whirlwind of snow, fast covering the ground, as well as the road. The next time she’d looked at the phone, the screen was blank. She’d thought about stopping and turning around, but figured it was Georgia, how much snow could there be. Yet, the snow kept coming and the houses got fewer and farther from the road.

She kept thinking about that snow wall. From the top of the hill she’d come over, the road had stretched out in front of her like a bright ribbon, trees lining both sides, the fall colors covering the trees and ground. What looked like a fog bank had formed on the other side of the bridge ahead of her—not an uncommon occurrence when the temperatures changed as suddenly as they had in the past few hours. She crossed the bridge and drove through what appeared to be a sheer wall of air, making her ears pop. On the other side, however, everything had suddenly turned white. That’s when she realized her GPS was no longer giving her directions and her phone wasn’t responding. Feeling her panic rise, she rationalized—her destination couldn’t be more than ten or fifteen miles ahead, and she’d certainly brazened worse.

Trying to relax, she studied the scenery. It was magical, the rolling hills and the black fencing against the white. At least what she could see of it. As she drove under a low hanging branch, snow dropped onto her windshield, obscuring her vision. She hit the brakes. Several things seemed to happen all at once. The windshield wiper cleared enough on the right side of the window for her to see the bright yellow sign with a zigzagging black arrow on it. She heard a screeching sound overhead, with a melodious whistle seeming to answer from far away, and her car started to skid.

“Oh, shit!” she swore as the car left the road, slid down the drop-off, and slammed into a tree. The airbag deployed and everything went black.

***

Sim heard the owl screech and sent a whistle out in response, expecting to hear the great white owl call out in answer. He stopped and listened. Nothing. Normally, it would circle above him calling out any danger. It had been a long time since that had happened. With Dorian and Morgan ensconced in The Shoppe of Spells as the official GateKeepers and Eryk and Jasmine close by as backup, the owls flew quietly, enjoying being owls. He figured they’d earned their leisure, having kept Ruthorford and its surrounding lands protected and safe for almost two centuries. But they still flew and they still watched. And—they remained his friends.

He started tromping through the snow once more, the long stick he took on his hikes giving just the tiniest bit of added stability. Not that he needed it. He could balance on the head of a pin, his aunts teased him. Looking around, he stopped and took a deep breath. The land rolled out before him like a white carpet, undulating down the dormant lavender fields. The snow flew in swirls, spinning and dancing in the wind. The slight hum of the air moving through the trees surrounded him. In the distance he heard the owl. Not the screech warning of the Gulatega but something else. He looked to the sky, whistled, and waited. The faint sound of wings moving in from the west made him turn. The great snowy owl swooped down, circled him, and flew up, almost disappearing into the fat flakes of snow whirling about. Once more, the owl called and swooped down, this time gliding off toward the west. Sim closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the world around him had taken on a different look—brilliant colors shimmering through what now appeared as just a thin fog. He spotted the aura of the owl and, picking up his walking stick, took off at a run, following the owl. With long, fast strides, he raced across the pasture until the owl disappeared into the woods. At the edge, he stopped and whistled. The owl responded on the other side, near the road. Sim blinked and the world returned to a silvery white and he picked his way through the dense woods.

The lights from the vehicle hit his face and he raced toward them. The angle was off, pointed more toward each other than ahead. That’s when he saw the tall tree rising in the middle, the headlights bent around it. The owl, sitting atop the roof, chortled twice, stretched its broad wings, and took to the air. He let out two low whistles in thanks and moved around the car.

Smoke rose from the hood. It took several hard tugs on the door of the small SUV before it opened. A girl lay to the side, across the console. He pulled off his glove, at the same time closing and reopening his eyes to adjust his vision, and scanned her as he put his fingers to the side of her neck. Her pulse was a bit thready, but her aura, although spiking a bit, didn’t indicate any major trauma. Sim patted her arm. When he got no response, he pulled her upward. They needed to get away from the vehicle.

As he was jockeying her unconscious body around in the car, she moaned, turned, looked at him, screamed, and immediately fell unconscious once more. Great. It would have been one hell of a lot easier had she been awake and helping. The angle of the car, the slope of the ravine, and the door, all thwarted his movements. He swung her legs out of the car and stepped back. Rubbing his hands together, he watched the energy spike between them. Still concentrating, he lessened the energy and clasped his hands tighter, feeding the energy back into his body. He grasped the steering wheel and shoved it up, out of the way. He unhooked her seat belt and put one arm under her legs and one behind her back and lifted her out, backing up the ravine. Once on the road, he started running toward town, through the ever-swirling snow, giving only the slightest flinch as the car behind him exploded into flames.

I hope you enjoyed this short except of Silent Warrior, a Ruthorford suspense, perfect for the new year. It is available in digital and print on your favorite devices and at Amazon, as well as others through Smashwords.

Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3qIrEmG

Smashwords link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1058868

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Shanon Grey at Karen’s Killer Book Bench

It’s my Birthday!

I love it when a plan comes together. As a birthday present, Karen Docter invited me to do a piece on Karen’s Killer Book Bench today! As a birthday present on my birthday from me to you, I invite you to ask me any question in the comment area, personal/professional/writer. I will try to answer honestly. If not, I’ll lie. Plus, you’ll get a chance to win Silent Warrior. Please drop by. I’d love to hear from you!

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Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Romantic #Suspense #Paranormal: SILENT WARRIOR by Shanon Grey

Posted on December 30, 2020 by Karen Docter

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Silent Warrior

With one arm under her legs and one behind her back, he lifted her out, backing up the ravine. Once on the road, he started running toward town, giving only the slightest flinch as the car behind him exploded into flames.

Little did he know, his life was about to change in ways he would never have imagined.

Silent Warrior – now available in print and digital on Amazon and Smashwords. A Ruthorford suspense perfect for the season!

Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3qIrEmG

Smashwords link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1058868

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Silent Warrior

Silent Warrior – now available in print and digital on Amazon and Smashwords. A Ruthorford suspense perfect for the season!

Amazon link: https://amzn.to/3qIrEmG

Smashwords link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1058868

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Happy Hanukkah

All eight candles of the Menorah are glowing. It is so beautiful. You probably don’t know this but our family is quite diverse. We celebrate Hanukkah, Yule, Christmas, and Russian Orthodox Christmas. This year, I think it’s more important than ever to share the wishes for joy, peace, love, health, and prosperity every way you can. So, on this final night, I wish you Happy Hanukkah!

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Silent Warrior is Here!

It’s here! A true labor of love. Silent Warrior is now available on Amazon (digital and print) and Smashwords!

A sudden accident lands a stranger in the arms of Ruthorford, where she awakens without a memory, a past, and no idea why she is where she is. When Sim, non-verbal from birth and a recluse by choice, rescues her from her burning vehicle, his touch captures more than he bargained for and he now holds the secrets from her past. As Ruthorford and her descendants make a place for their newest resident, she finds a home among these kind—albeit a bit strange—people and a growing attraction to her rescuer. But nothing stays quiet for long as strangers arrive in town, determined to find their missing fugitive, no matter what it takes. After several kidnapping attempts, Ruthorford’s descendants decide to take matters into their own hands, which can mean any number of things, in the town where science and magic merge.

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3qIrEmG

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1058868

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The Beginning of My Favorite Season!

It’s that time of the year. The air has found the crispness necessary to tease the leaves into turning. My heart takes on a warmth matched only by the beautiful colors decorating the trees. Although there won’t be any visitors, my porch is dressed for the season.

I’m also one of those people that keeps a tree up, dressing it for each holiday. It sits to the right of my desk, making me smile as I work.

Of course, the great room needs a wreath and more.

And, of course, her highness the witch, who’s been with me for close to 30 years, has graced many a house’s window since I first created her.

From my house to yours, may your Halloween/Samhain be magical!!! Remember to welcome and honor your ancestors!

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The Case of the Killer Leaf

As many of you know, I’m pretty fearless. Unless it’s a spider or a wasp. I have no explanation for the fear of spiders, other than having been chased by psychotic black widow after Katrina. Wasps, bees, any flying thing with stingers, I’m allergic to. I tend to avoid them. Usually, a “leave me along” suffices for them to fly away.

Today, while out taking my daily walk to the road and back–don’t laugh, I live in the country and it’s a decent walk–I heard the proverbial buzz of a flying creature. I told it to leave. Several times. Then, suddenly, something hit my head. It was at that moment that I became quite adept at walking on air. More like bucking and twisting like a bronco while yelling, “Get out, get out!” Somehow, I managed to do a record breaking dash back toward the house, when, at the door’s window, I noticed the overly large offender sticking out of my hair. Turned out, all that exercise and martial arts was brought on by a colorful Fall leaf.

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Fall into Reading with Shanon Grey

I am blessed to be able to enjoy two careers. By day, I work for an amazing enterprise that has put its money and its talent out there to help others during this difficult time. When I leave work, I transform into Shanon Grey, author, where I build a world filled with suspense, relationships, and the evolved capabilities of mankind.

This has been a very tough time for everyone. What better way to escape than to read. Join me in a world where science and magic merge. Available in digital or print! Take your pick for a Fall escape! Stay safe and stay well!

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Shanon-Grey/e/B004Z9TS7I?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&qid=1599331210&sr=8-1

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Shanon+Grey

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Shanon+Grey?_requestid=1195237

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