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I wanted to share this interview with a Spanish author whose work I’ve translated into English and reviewed, and whom I had the pleasure to meet in person at Literania, recently. A fabulous writer and human being. I hope I’ll work with him again in the future.

Hello – I’m Laura Martín.  Do you remember “The Advantages and Disadvantages of Being an Indie Author”?  That’s me.  Now, […]

Source: Interview with International Bestselling Author Enrique Laso – BabelsΒοοκ

Hi all:

It’s Friday and it’s time for a new book or a guest author. Today I bring  you the new book by Billy Ray Chitwood. I’ve come across Billy Ray in a variety of platforms (blogs, Twitter) and saw that he had published a new book in his series. Billy Ray has been writing and publishing books for a while, and I intend to bring you more of his books soon, but I was sure his new book would grab your attention and make you look for more…especially as it is the last book in the series!

A Common Evil by Billy Ray Chitwood

A Common Evil by Billy Ray Chitwood

A Common Evil

Former sleuth Bailey Crane and lovely wife Wendy are enjoying their penthouse pleasures until a cartel sting operation at their Mexican resort brings chaos and emotional uncertainty into a blurry reality. Wendy is kidnapped, and Bailey faces the demons running loose in his mind as he struggles with his choices. Also President of the resort’s HOA, Bailey has not only kidnapping and murders with which to contend, but other problems which add to this suspenseful chapter in his life. The surprising end point brings back to Bailey and Wendy those memories better left in the memory vault. An exciting, intense thriller in the sand and cacti of Mexico’s Sonoran desert by the beautiful Sea of Cortez. This is the final Book 6 of ‘The Bailey Crane Mystery Series’.

Here a bit about the author:

Billy Ray Chitwood

Billy Ray Chitwood

From East Tennessee. My family roots go back to tenth century England and a hamlet just north of London called Chetwode.

Never knew what it was in life that I really wanted to do…guess that had something to do with those roots in East Tennessee, a broken family, and so much mobility. Saw a lot of cowboy movies as a kid and thought about acting for awhile. Loved to sing and thought about being a singer. Being an actor or a singer meant there would be audiences, and I was a bashful boy who wasn’t too comfortable in crowds. Wanted to be a fireman. Wanted to be a cop. A professional golfer. A tennis pro. The ‘want list’ just kept changing.

You likely know where I’m going with this opening bio brevity. My dreams were fleeting because I was a fickle fellow whose roots never got too deep anywhere, any time. So. when those Tennessee hills were behind me and that big adult world opened up to me, well, it kind of overwhelmed me. There were so many Appalachian and bible belt emotions conflicting inside my heart and mind that made it easy to make a lot of mistakes. Make them, surely did, too many to enumerate, and my guess is I’ve been blaming old Appalachia, the hills of Tennessee, the broken family, the mobility, all the emotions laid upon me, for this rather wanderlust life I’ve been living. Guess I’ve always been chasing that something that was missing in those long ago days.

Now, don’t get me wrong. With the mistakes, which you can read about later, there were successes and honorable service to my country in the US Navy. The successes, in my way of thinking, were: my good wife and wonderful children; a college BA degree from Lycoming College in Williamsport, PA with a major in English; high school teaching; sales and marketing management positions with some of our top educational publishers; acting in film, stage, and television; my own business.

The most exhilarating success has been my writing eleven books. The writing has allowed me to purposefully wander through some simple plot lines and characters’ lives to explore my own dimensions, to discover some things about myself I never really considered. Up front, I’ll state too brashly for some, my books are good, well written, and easy to read. Sure, the critics, even I, will still find the occasional errata that most writers disdain. There is nothing, however, that has given me more pleasure than turning a phrase that says everything I want it to say, to re-read a passage that brings back some emotional echoes.

So, you have a short bio glimpse of Billy Ray Chitwood, an Appalachian kid who ate some emotional soup and spent a lifetime trying to digest it. Are Billy Ray’s books worthy of a read? My vote doesn’t count. Only you can tell me with any certainty…

Eleven books and a lifetime later, reading, writing, and family are the biggest parts of my life. Many of my works of fiction were inspired from actual crimes. My first book, “The Cracked Mirror – Reflections Of An Appalachian Son,” is a fictional memoir which has 90% factual accuracy about my own life. Later, I wrote a rather shameful non-fiction 100% accurate portrait of myself, “What Happens Next? A Life’s True Tale.”

Currently, my time is spent on the Cumberland Plateau in Middle Tennessee with my lovely wife, Julie Anne, and our feisty but lovable Bengal cat named George.

Writing is therapy for the soul and allows me to explore dimensions of myself otherwise neglected or never known. It would not surprise me to know that writers find pieces of themselves heretofore never considered in the words they pen. Within my plot lines and my characters I can fuse and muse the most difficult and simple elements of living. My characters can embolden me with youthful heroism or with the skeptical observations of an aging man. Through my pages of people I can be a buffoon, clown, hero, villain, and/or a super solver of the world’s problems…Writing then must be another life for me to live.

It would greatly please me to have you follow me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, Google, linkedin. For more information and previews of my books and posts, please go to these websites and blogs: (My blogs are also on Goodreads.)

And a link to his page in Amazon so  you can check all the rest of his books:

Thanks to Billy Ray for bringing us his latest book, thanks to you all for reading, and you know the score, like, share, comment, and please, CLICK!

Hi all:

It’s Friday and time to bring you a guest author and her books. I met Tracee Ford in Facebook. She is one of the many generous authors who are always thinking of new ways to promote the work of their colleagues and shares her ideas and promos with everyone. Not only that, but her books are sure to grip you and make you pay attention. So, today it’s time to get to know her.

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Tracee Ford is an award-winning novelist. Her work is published by Injected Ink, an imprint of PDMI Publishing, LLC. Ford is a member of the Paranormal Romance Guild and her second novel, Idolum: Visions of the Undone, was nominated by the PRG for best paranormal romantic suspense novel of 2013, securing and winning second place. ​

Ford is a playwright, director, and puppeteer, but her life’s work has focused on child protection and family preservation. She has worked extensively with survivors of sexual abuse and has made it her mission to bring awareness to her local community through her career in child welfare.

An Ohio country girl, she is not only an author but also the founder of Dreaming Big Consulting. Her role as a marketing coach is to teach authors how to promote themselves. Dreaming Big Consulting isn’t a marketing firm, but rather a forum for authors to learn unique skills in marketing their own work.

As a paranormal investigator for The Southern Ohio Ghost Hunters, she helps families in her local area deal with paranormal phenomenon, teaching meditation, cleansing rituals, and basic blessing techniques. Her work with investigations led her to BlogTalk Radio where she is teamed up with Willow Cross as the co-host of The Paranormal Hour, produced by World of Ink Network.

Ford writes paranormal romance, romantic suspense, and crime novels. She finished her first novel at age sixteen. Early works also include poetry. Ford’s nonfictional writings focused on her areas of study as an undergraduate in social sciences and psychology at Shawnee State University. She completed more nonfictional research and writing while obtaining her master’s degree in forensic psychology at the University of North Dakota.

And now, her novels:

The Fine Line

The Fine Line. Tracee Ford

The Fine Line. Tracee Ford

Between Worlds Series (volume 1): The Fine Line


Set in Southwestern Ohio, Dr. Matthew Gregory and Robin Hillard meet, fall passionately in love, marry, and settle into their newly restored historical dream home originally constructed in the 1800’s.  However, their dreams of a happy life together are challenged by misfortune surrounding the purchase of the home.  Soon, they realize that they have stepped into another world, filled with spirits, paranormal phenomenon, and unexplainable realities.  The stark realizations as well as other traumas challenge their personal beliefs, the stability of their marriage and, most of all, their sanity.  Matt’s logical, scientific certainties are defied when his daughter, Olivia, realizes she is a psychic medium and is able to communicate with the dead.  Robin recognizes that her dreams are actually visions of the past directly associate with the previous owners of the home.

The Gregory family soon learns that there is a fine line between the world they live in and the world they can’t see.  They seek direction through organized religion as well as through unconventional methods in an effort to understand the strange world of the paranormal.  Ultimately, the family grows stronger and the relationship between Robin and Matt becomes unbreakable.  They finally realize that they can face anything as long as they are together and have faith.

Paperback of Between Worlds: The Fine Line:

Kindle of BW: TFL

Idolum (Visions of the Undone)

Idolum. Tracee Ford

Idolum. Tracee Ford

Dr. Lauren Harris, a brilliant and nationally respected forensic psychologist, is called upon by the FBI to help track down and stop The Phantom, a hedonistic serial killer. She is teamed up with Nicholas Bennette, an agent who has been promoted to the directorship of a Southwestern Ohio field office. At first, they find it difficult to work with one another, but eventually a passionate romance blooms.

Lauren has a special secret. She’s an empath and to solve the crime, she must not only rely on her training and education, but also her supernatural abilities to see through the eyes of the victims. She hopes to give a voice to the dead, peace to the families, and ultimately stop the killings. However, making sense of the visions proves to be one of her greatest challenges.

As time passes and the body count rises, Lauren fits the puzzle pieces together and discovers the identity of the killer. She soon learns she too has been targeted by The Phantom and comes face to face with him. When Lauren Harris finds herself at his mercy, she realizes she’s left much undone in her own life.

Paperback of Idolum:

Kindle of Idolum:

Tracee Ford’s Links: 



PDMI site:

YouTube channel:

Paranormal Facebook page:

Social Media connections:

Book Pages:

Thanks to Tracee for her support and for begin my guest. And thank you for reading, and if you’ve enjoyed it, like, share, comment and of course CLICK!

Hi all:

Finally the so long expected time has come. My book Escaping Psychiatry has seen the light. As you know I’m a forensic psychiatrist by day and a writer any spare time I can find, and although this book is not about my personal experiences (thankfully. You’ll see what I mean when  you read it), the main character, Mary, is a psychiatrist and writer, like me. It is a work of fiction (well, several) but…

Banner for Escaping Psychiatry. By Ernesto Valdes

Banner for Escaping Psychiatry. By Ernesto Valdes

Escaping Psychiatry has it all: intriguing characters, noir style, thrilling pursuits, dangerous situations, crime, serial killers, religion, family secrets, murder, psychological insights, mental illness, trauma, debates about prejudice and morality, heated trials, police investigations, corruption, and mystery. If you enjoy Wire in the Blood, Cracker and Lie to Me and you are not scared of going deeper and darker, dare to read on.

Escaping Psychiatry is a collection of three stories (‘Cannon Fodder’, ‘Teamwork’ and ‘Memory’) with the same protagonist, Mary, a psychiatrist and writer. She is trying to develop her literary career but circumstances and friends conspire to keep dragging her back to psychiatry. Professional, emotional and very personal challenges confront Mary. Will she manage to escape psychiatry unscathed?

And in Barnes and Noble (Nook):

I have published the three stories in electronic format separately before (I’ve unpublished them now to avoid confusion), but this edition collects them all, with a great cover by Ernesto Valdés, and a brand new epilogue that promises more adventures. I am working on publishing it in other electronic formats and paper copies should be available soon…ish. I’ll keep you posted.

Thanks so much for reading, and if you’ve enjoyed it, don’t forget to like, share, comment, and of course, get CLICKING!

I leave you some links to previous posts with samples:

Hi all: Like all Fridays I bring you a classic author. I think she’s a new classic, although to our minds she’s a true classic and the world of crime fiction wouldn’t be the same without her.

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie (born Miller) was born in Torquay, Devon, in an Upper-Middle-Class family on 15th September 1890. Her mother was an Englishwoman born in Belfast and her father an American. She was home-schooled and she loved reading from a very young age. She spent most of her childhood travelling between Devon, London (to visit her step-grandmother and aunt), and on holidays in the South of Europe. It seems her family, although nominally Christian, had an interest in paranormal phenomena and they believed their mother, Clara, was a medium. Her father died when she was 11 of a heart attack (he was in poor health and had suffered from cardiac problems for some time). She was sent to Paris for education and attended three different schools.

When she came back to England in 1910 her mother was ill and they travelled together to Egypt, Cairo. On return to England she started writing some stories and a novel, although this was rejected. She met her first husband, Archibald (‘Archie’) Christie, at a dance. He had been born in India and joined the Air Force. During WWI he was sent to fight in France. Agatha got involved in the war effort and she got married to Archie on Christmas Eve in 1914. By 1918 he had become a colonel and was posted back in London.

The Mysterious Affair at Styles

The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Her first novel was The Mysterious Affair at Styles featuring Hercules Poirot. It was rejected by several publishers but finally published by The Bodley Head when she agreed to change the ending. She entered in a contract with them (that later she would find exploitative). She had long been a fan of crime novels, like Wilkie Collins’s and also those of my guest last week, Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes.

She had a daughter in 1919 (Rosalynd). Her next novel was in 1922 The Secret Adversary with a new detective, Tommy and Tuppence, and alter another Poirot novel Murder on the Links (1923). To promote the British Empire Exhibition she travelled extensively with her husband leaving her daughter with her mother and sister. It seems they were amongst the first Britons to surf standing in Hawaii.

In 1926 her husband asked her for the divorce as he had fallen in love with the secretary  (yes, I know it’s like the plot of a bad romantic novel; I guess it happens in real life too). They quarrelled, she left a note for the secretary saying she was going to Yorkshire and went missing in strange circumstances. There was public outrage, she was searched everywhere (even Doyle gave her glove to a medium…). After 10 days she appeared in a spa-hotel in Harrogate (to give her her due, it’s in Yorkshire, lovely place and very popular for waters and spas, and posh). She was registered at the hotel as ‘Mrs Teresa Neele’ from Cape Town. She never explained her disappearance and there has been much speculation about it. Trying to get back at her husband? Psychogenic fugue?

They eventually divorced in 1928 and she always kept the name for her writing.

She married Max Mallowan, an archaeologist, in 1930 and their marriage lasted until her death in 1976. She travelled extensively with him.

She set most of her novels in familiar places. Middle East, that she visited with her husband, Devon, Abner-Hall, owned by her brother-in-law James Watts, she wrote Murder at the Orient Express in Istambul where they were staying, near the southern terminus of the railway.

During WWII she worked in the Pharmacy at University College London and she learned about poisons that she would put to good use in later novels. She was investigated by MI5 who suspected she might have a spy in their code-breaking centre, Bletchley Park, as she names one of her characters Bletchley, but it seems that was not the case.

She was appointed Commander of the Order of British Empire in 1956, in 1976 she became Dame Commander of the same order, three years after her husband had been knighted for his archaeological work.

From 1971 to 1974 she started to become ill and signed the rights of The Mousetrap to her grandson.

She died on 12th January 1976 (she was 85) of natural causes and is buried at St Mary’s, Chorley.

Miss Marple first appeared in 1927 and it seems that she wrote the final novel of both Poirot and Marple many years in advance, keeping them in a vault and only publishing them in 1974 when she realised she could no longer write.

She became interested in archaeology in later life (probably in relation to her husband’s work) and it features prominently in many novels.



Official website:

Wikipedia (fairly comprehensive including list of adaptations to TV and film):

Her Facebook page:

Her Goodreads page:

Her holiday home, Geenway, now a National Trust property:

For links to adaptations of her work, IMDB

In Amazon:

Links to books:

In her case she’s a classic but a bit more modern than my previous guests, so I could find very cheap versions of her work, but most still in copyright. Of course you’ll find her in charity shops, libraries, second hand bookshops…I did find websites offering many of her novels in e-book format for free but as this should be pirate copies I decided not to share them.

Project Gutenberg offers only her two first novels here (that are now not on copyright any longer):

I promise I’ll go back to older classics, but couldn’t talk about Doyle and forget Christie…

Thanks for reading, I hope you’ve enjoyed it, and if you have, please, like, share, comment, and click!

Agatha Christie's Poirot

Agatha Christie’s Poirot (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hoy tenemos como invitada a la escritora Nicole D. Fergusson. Ella muy amablemente nos ofrece no solo la descripción de su obra Gothic (Gótico) sino también un extracto de la obra y enlaces a su cuenta de Twitter y a su blog.


Dahlia está empezando una nueva vida. Nueva universidad, nueva casa, nuevos amigos. Esta vez no va a estar rodeada de hombres lobo y vampiros. Ha luchado desde que tenía 8 años para evitar llevar una vida llena de seres sobrenaturales. ¿Qué importa que sienta más atracción por el vampiro en su clase que por el novio universitario normalito que se ha echado? ¿O que sus parientes hombres lobo empiecen a desaparecer uno a uno? Nada. Lo que quiere es una vida normal cueste lo que cueste. Es lo que siempre ha querido. Una vida normal. Exactamente eso es lo que lleva toda su vida esperando.



 Y ahora el fragmento de su novela:

̶ Eso es raro….̶ Elliott se detuvo.

̶ ¿Qué pasa? ̶ Pero entonces Dahlia se dio cuenta de lo que pasaba. Aunque ella no tenía el olfato de un hombre lobo, si que tenía el oído de un ser humano. Y se oía un gruñido intenso delante de ellos.

̶ ¿Hola? ̶ dijo moviéndose poco a poco hacia adelante. Elliott la agarró del brazo y la empujó detrás de él.

̶ ¿Qué…? ̶ empezó Dahlia.

El agresivo sonido se había redoblado en intensidad. Dahlia se dio cuenta de que Elliott más que gruñir estaba siseando y haciendo ruidos guturales. Estaba contenta de que Elliot la hubiese acompañado a los dormitorios. Normalmente siempre había gente rondando por la universidad, pero justo en aquel momento, no había ni un alma.

Elliott estaba agachado en postura de lucha, como si esperara un ataque violento.

Dahlia vigilaba con atención esperando lo que fuese a aparecer desde su punto de mira detrás de Elliott, echando un vistazo sobre su hombro de vez en cuando por si acaso los atacantes intentaban sorprenderlos por la espalda. Alguien andaba detrás de los hombres lobo, y ella había crecido con un montón de ellos.

Su corazón se le subió a la garganta cuando vio un lobo rubio salir de entre los arbustos y dirigirse hacia ellos. Le hubiera reconocido en cualquier sitio, pero eso no la hacía sentirse más amable y bien dispuesta hacia él. No le agradecía el susto que les había hecho pasar.

̶ ¡Luca! ¿Qué demonios estás haciendo? ̶ Eso lo dijo Dahlia en un duro tono entre los dientes, antes de girarse a mirar atrás de nuevo, esta vez para asegurarse de que no hubiese ningún estudiante despistado a punto de encontrarse cara a cara con un hombre lobo. Luca era mucho más grande que cualquier perro doméstico que ella conociera, y no llevaba correa, lo que quería decir que Dahlia se vería en un lío de todas formas si aparecía un estudiante. ̶ ¡Sabes que esto no es prudente!

Elliott no relajó la postura, ni permitió que Dahlia pasase por su lado en su intento de cantarle las cuarenta al ‘lobo’, lo que no ayudó nada la situación. Solo hizo que Luca gruñera más alto.

Mirando ahora a uno y ahora al otro, Dahlia se quedó con la boca abierta cuando se dio cuenta de qué iba la cosa.

̶ ¡Hay que joderse! ¿En serio?

Dahlia, indignada, le hizo bajar el brazo a Elliott de una palmada y le empujó fuera de su camino. Se detuvo justamente entre Elliott y Luca y los obligó a bajar las miradas, desafiando a cualquiera de los dos a hacer un movimiento territorial.

Elliott pasó de mirarla a ella a mirar al ‘lobo’ hasta que finalmente se la quedó mirando a ella. Luca finalmente dejó de gruñir, relajando los surcos de su hocico, pero sin expresión de arrepentimiento. Dahlia les miró fijamente a los dos, enfadada.

̶ Tú ̶ le ordenó a Luca, sin que su tono dejara ningún opción a la negativa. ̶ Encuentra un sitio privado donde cambiar y ven a mi habitación. ̶ Ella le enseñó los dientes. Él no podría acceder instintivamente a sus palabras, pero el gesto le quedaría claro.

Luca la siguió mirando un rato, intentando proclamar su dominio, pero Dahlia estaba demasiado airada como para jugar juegos de hombres lobo. Al cabo de un momento, él emitió un quejido, se dio la vuelta y se marchó con el rabo entre las patas, desapareciendo entre los arbustos.

Dahlia no le dio tiempo a Elliott a hacer una escena. Lo cogió de la manga y lo arrastró a su dormitorio, garantizando así que Luca no se dedicaría a tomarse su tiempo para cambiar antes de apresurarse a su habitación.

Estuvieron callados un minuto y entonces Elliott dijo: ̶ ¿Y por qué no me das a mí el discursito de : ̶ ¡Elliott, chico malo! ¡Vete a mi habitación!.

Ella casi se detuvo al oir eso, pero en lugar de hacerlo siguió arrastrándole hacia los dormitorios, con tanto empeño que casi le hizo caerse.

̶ ¿De verdad vas a intentar eso conmigo, Elliott, después de ese despliegue de idiotez alimentado por la testosterona? Me dan ganas de enviaros a los dos al rincón de los niños traviesos (‘the naughty corner’).

Elliott se calmó algo, y dijo más bajo: ̶ Había oído que tenías hombres lobo en la familia…̶  mientras cruzaban el hall.

̶ ¿Ah, sí? Preguntó Dahlia. ¿Y entonces qué fue eso de antes?

Elliott frunció el cejo. ̶ Creí que estabas en peligro.

̶ No corro peligro con mi propio hermanastro. ̶ masculló Dahlia.

Elliott sonrió sin ganas. ̶ No es que viniera con una pancarta proclamando eso.̶ Se paró en el dintel de la puerta y por un segundo Dahlia creyó que lo estaba haciendo solo enojarla más, antes de darse cuenta de que necesitaba una invitación.

Ese hecho la hizo desinflarse. Las dos, Annabelle y Meredith habían insistido en decirle que jamás debía decir la palabra: ̶ Entra ̶ cuando un gesto con la mano bastaba o se podía sugerir de otra manera, a menos que fuera de día. Gestos con la mano y otras sugerencias no eran invitaciones lo suficientemente fuertes como para permitir que un vampiro entrase en una nueva residencia.

Pero este era Elliott y, aunque estaba enfadada con él, Dahlia racionalmente sabía que nunca haría nada para hacerle daño. No lo había hecho cuando ella había estado visitándole en su residencia privada, y eso era casi igual que haberle invitado a que bebiera de ella.

̶ Elliott, por favor entra. ̶ le dio a la vez que oyó el sonido de Luca entrando en tromba por la puerta doble que daba entrada a su edificio.

̶ ¡Dahlia! ¡No!

Luca reapareció, y en forma humana, nada menos, justo a tiempo para ver a Elliott cruzar la puerta de la habitación de Dahlia. Se abalanzó dentro de la habitación con un gruñido, y agarró a Elliott por la garganta. A Elliott le sorprendió el ataque inesperado, pero sus reflejos fueron más rápidos que el movimiento de Luca, y antes de que el lobo pudiera aprovecharse de su ventaja Elliott lo había tirado contra la pared, haciendo caer dos cuadros que ella había colgado cerca.

̶ No soy peligroso para Dahlia ̶ le informó Elliott en forma calmada y tranquila, virtualmente repitiendo las palabra que Dahlia había dicho sobre Luca justo antes.

̶ !Luca, Elliott, no! ̶  repitió Dahlia, y entonces fue cuando Elliott dio un paso atrás, alejándose de Luca una vez había dejado las cosas en claro.

Luca se quedó junto a la pared un segundo más, recuperando el aliento y mirando a Elliott. Entonces se volvió a Dahlia.

̶ ¿Cómo se te ocurre invitarle a tu habitación? ¡Ya sabes las reglas!

̶ No conoces a Elliott ̶ le respondió Dahlia sin inflexión alguna. ̶ Si le conocieras sabrías que es tan poco probable que me hago daño como lo sería que me lo hiciera Annabelle.

Los dos hermanastros se miraron intensamente mucho rato. Elliott se quedó a un lado, pero al cabo de un rato, dio un paso atrás y se sentó en la cama, esperando a que acabasen. Luca lo vio y se rio entre dientes.

̶ Parece estar la mar de cómodo aquí.

̶  Y eso podría ser un problema ni no me acabases de ver invitándole a entrar. ̶ Dahlia cruzó los brazos sacudiendo la cabeza. ̶ Ahora en serio, Luca. Ya no tengo dieciséis años. Tú y la manada no tenéis control sobre a quién invito o no invito a mi habitación.

Luca hizo rechinar los dientes. No iba a dejarlo. ̶ Alguien está matando hombres lobo.

̶ Y yo no soy un hombre lobo ̶ dijo Dahlia, ignorando completamente el hecho de que ella misma había estado preocupada por la confusión debida a sus conexiones con la manada unos minutos antes.

Elliott, en un momento inspirado de autopreservación decidió no sacarlo a relucir.

̶ Y yo que pensaba venir aquí y darte una sorpresa ya que no te pude ver la noche pasada.

Los dientes de Luca estaban todavía encajados, pero ahora parecía triste. Esa tristeza hizo que Dahlia evitara darle una respuesta irónica sobre como de sorprendente había resultado volver y ver a un lobo rondando el edificio. Él continuó, como si hubiese leído sus pensamientos. ̶ Me sorprendió oler a vampiro. Puedo hacer más daño como lobo que como hombre.”

Elliott asintió con la cabeza. Luca lo vio, aunque Dahlia no lo hiciera. Mirando a Elliott, Luca preguntó, refunfuñando:

̶ ¿Y entonces éste quién es?

Dahlia suspiró. Se suponía que los hermanos mayores tenían que ser pesados, ¿no? ¿No se lo habían dicho al menos una docena de chicas en el instituto? Al menos ella se llevaba bien con el suyo, la mayoría del tiempo. ̶ Éste es Elliott. Es un amigo. Uno de mis amigos, y de Annabelle también. ̶ añadió Dahlia, para dejar claro cómo le había conocido. Luca sabía que su tía Annabelle no toleraba a idiotas y nunca había sido una mujer cruel, a pesar de ser una vampira.

Lucha echó un vistazo de nuevo hacia Elliott. “Entonces vale.”

Dahlia se giró hacia Elliott. “Elliott, este es Luca. Su padre básicamente fue como un padre para mí cuando el mío…nos abandonó.” Todavía se le hacía un nudo en la garganta cada vez que hablaba de él. Ella siguió hablando muy rápidamente. “Luca prácticamente me adoptó como hermana pequeña.”

Elliott volvió a asentir. ̶ Y tú la has estado protegiendo desde entonces. Muy encomiable.

Luca entrecerró los ojos mientras miraba a Elliott, intentando decidir si se estaba burlando con su cumplido. Elliott le devolvió la mirada sin pestañear. Al final Luca asintió brevemente y murmuró: ̶ Gracias.

Dahlia dejó escapar un suspiro de alivio. Pero no le duró mucho.

̶ Tan entretenida como es esta amistosa reunion… ̶  fue todo lo que le dio tiempo a decir antes de que sonara su teléfono.

Los dos chicos dieron un salto. Elliott siseó, gruñó, y los dos se pusieron inmediatamente en guardia.

̶ Oh, Jesús, que no se mueva nadie. ¡No quiero que ninguno de los destruya mi teléfono!

Los dos chicos se ganaron una mirada de: ̶ ¿No puedo quitaros los ojos de encima ni dos minutos sin que volváis a luchar? ̶  a la que al menos los dos tuvieron el buen gusto de poner cara de avergonzados. No estaba segura de si fue por su comportamiento tan tonto o por darse cuenta de que casi acabaron en una pelea de boxeo con algo que solo podría considerarse un arma letal en manos de Russell Crowe.

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English: Image for mental health stubs, uses t...

English: Image for mental health stubs, uses two psych images – psychiatry (medicine) and psychology (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


After weeks of talking about my book (and yes, there will be links at the end of the post, of course) I decided to try something different. I’ve just noticed that when people read my profile, in Twitter or Facebook, they are always interested in the forensic psychiatrist thing. I must explain. Forensic in this context does not have much to do with crime labs, CSI and all those thing. It is a subspecialty of psychiatry that deals with people who in their majority have a forensic (criminal history) and are felt to be too dangerous or risky for standard psychiatric services. So forensic psychiatric hospitals normally have more security measures than a standard psychiatric hospital (alarms, fences, locks…), staff numbers tend to be higher, staff members are trained in how to deal with certain risky behaviours and there is an emphasis placed on producing good risk assessments and plans to manage difficult situations.


There appears to be some confusion between psychiatrists and psychologists. To become a psychiatrist you have to study Medicine first, so we are doctors who then train to become psychiatrists. All doctors will study Psychiatry as one of the subjects during their degree, but like with any other specialties you will need further training if  you want to work in psychiatry (in the same way that a surgeon or a cardiologist needs to train on their branch of Medicine). Psychology is a completely different career and although we work closely together with clinical psychologists (and sometimes Forensic psychologists in my line of work) our training is different. Psychologists can work in a variety of fields, not only related to clinical matters, and I’m sure that all of you who have children are aware of psychologists attached to schools, working to assess children’s needs and help with any difficulties. They also work in recruitment for big companies, in sports…They do assessments (like IQ assessments, assessments of risk of violence, assessment of cognitive difficulties with somebody who has suffered a stroke, for instance), and also therapy and treatment, depending on their specific training. They do not prescribe medication (unless they have had other training and qualifications) and deal with how the mind works, but not from an organic point of view.


I work in the UK, and here people suffering from a mental disorder who come in contact with criminal justice system are subject to a different subsection of the Mental Health Act (1983 but amended in 2007). I’m not familiar with the Mental Health Law in many other countries (not even in Spain, where I come from, as I haven’t worked there for years and have no contacts with psychiatrists in the country) and can’t comment on exact details but here somebody can be detained if they are deemed to be mentally unwell and be risky to themselves or others. They can be taken to hospital and treated against their will. Issues of Human Rights come into play, but such matters are accepted, not without debate.


How is the work? It is not really that different from standard psychiatry. I work in a public hospital, and don’t focus on talking therapies, so I’m nothing like the psychiatrist in the Sopranos or Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting (that I love). Luckily it isn’t like in Someone Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest or Quills. Yes, ECT (what people used to call electroshock, now electroconvulsive therapy) is still in use, and works very well in extreme cases, with people very depressed and with risk to their lives due to not eating and drinking. Of course it is not like used to be now, and people are asleep. In summary we see people, listen to them, talk to them and prescribe them medication if they need it. We also have to prepare reports for the courts to give them our opinion about somebody’s mental health state and how their crimes might be related (or not) to their mental health. As I explained in forensic psychiatric hospitals the security measures are greater, and although sometimes we have to deal with people who are very unwell in general it does not result in the job being personally more risky than many others.


I work in a hospital and that means we work in a team with many other professionals who do a great job in trying to return people back to independent life in the community. We have nurses who are always by the side of the patients, occupational therapist who try to encourage them to engage in activities, look at college, work, practical skills for everyday life, psychologists who help assess specific problems and offer counselling and therapy for particular difficulties (anxiety, substance misuse, psychotic symptoms…). And housekeeping staff, administrative staff, and gardeners, maintenance…Patients have a lot of people around them, and sometimes that is a big part of the change and therapy, as unfortunately many have lived isolated lives in the community.


There are many sad stories, some entertaining ones, a few success stories, some less successful Who is to judge though? Now people are talking less about ‘cure’, quite difficult in some mental illnesses that are chronic and can be managed but not eradicated, and more about recovery. Recovery is about trying to bring people to their ideal level of functioning and well-being. And who could aspire to more than that?




And now, as promised, the links to my book. And TWO ANNOUNCEMENTS. This Friday, the 23rd of November, author Simon Jenner, will be talking to us about his writing and his new book, first on the series of Ethan Justice. I’ve read it and can truthfully say I can wholeheartedly recommend it!


Second announcement is that I’m going to feature in my friend and very successful author (The Undeparted Series) Deborah Palumbo’s blog on the 24th of November. I’ll remind  you, but I’m giving you the link now. She always has fantastic guests and her own posts are fascinating. Have a look:




The link to The Man Who Never Was is:


You can access the book trailer for The Man in my author’s page in Amazon, or directly in U-tube but if you wish to use links, please use the one above:


Thanks so much!





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