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Countdown to Echoes of the Past

It’s almost here! In 18 days, Secret Cravings Publishing will release, Echoes of the Past, my first book with them. As always, I’m excited when another one of my brain children leave the nest, but I’m especially proud of this one for a number of different reasons. 

I wrote this book as the National Novel Writing Month Challenge, and completed the basic 81,000 word novel during the month of November and edited and polished it in February before submitting it. It’s a little leap of faith since I’ve combined my usual romance/suspense genre with a dash of paranormal, so I’m hoping to attract readers from that genre too. My editor, Joy was a pleasure to work with. The book shines because of her efforts. 

 The inspiration for this book was three-fold:

  • a natural phenomenon–the Lake of the Mountain, in Prince Edward County, Ontario,  Follow the link to learn more: 


Then, I spun mt storytelling web around it.  So, here’s a preview of what you can expect in Echoes of the Past.


About the Book: 

Born Mohawk, raised white, forensic pathologist, Michelle Thomas is trapped between two worlds—this one and the spirit world where the ghosts of those who’ve drowned speak to her. Haunted by crippling nightmares of her own drowning death and erotic dreams of a phantom lover, she strives to make sense of her life. When two suspicious deaths occur at the Lake of the Mountain Resort, she’s sent to investigate. She’ll face the greatest challenge of her career when her past and her present collide. One of these men is her future, but which one—the rich and powerful Mayor Ron Davies, or Tony Steele, the hydrology professor who may be responsible for his students’ deaths? Charged by the spirits of her Mohawk ancestors to atone for her previous sins by protecting Lake of the Gods, can Michelle solve the murders, save the sacred waters, and fulfil her destiny?   


Echoes of the Past will be released by SCP on July 14, 2014




Excerpt from Echoes of the Past

Naked, she lies on her back inside the green, leafy grotto, which meshes seamlessly into the landscape. It’s late morning, and after last night’s storm, everything smells clean and fresh. She stares up at the man she loves, but darkness and his long, honey-brown hair shadow his face. Her body hums in anticipation of his touch. Her nipples harden. His large, calloused hands caress her, and where they touch, her flesh burns with desire.

He runs the fingers of one hand through her unbraided hair. His lips capture hers in a searing kiss, branding her his. She reaches up to him. She opens her mouth, and a deep moan escapes her as his lips meet hers.

The scene changes. He runs along the edge of the forest across the lake. Run, my love, she screams silently as all around her the women urge their men to hurry, pointing at him, screaming instructions. He stops, and once she knows he’s seen her, she turns away. They’ll catch him, and she can’t bear to watch him be killed. She pulls her marriage blanket tightly around her shoulders. Everyone thinks she’s made it for another. Sobbing, she hurries away from the beach…

Michelle Thomas awoke in tears as she had so many nights since arriving in Thunder Bay. Bathed in sweat, she shivered with need and a bone-deep cold invaded her body. The nightmares, usually terrifying, realistic visions of her watery death, exhausted her. Recently the dreams which had plagued her most of her life had changed, and these new ones in which she was both participant and witness, frustrated and grieved her. She preferred those old night terrors to these out of body erotic fantasies with a man whose face she never saw, but loved with every ounce of her being. Tonight, the thought of his capture and death made the pain of loss worse than ever. How could she go on like this?

Her wild weeping slowed to sobbing. She got out of bed and padded into the motel room’s washroom. She turned on the light and gasped at the mirror’s reflection. The face of a woman who closely resembled her—the Mohawk woman in braids she’d been seeing off and on for weeks now—glared accusingly at her.

“What do you want from me?” She yelled at the face in the mirror, anguish loud in her tear-filled voice. “You’re dead. He’s dead. I don’t have any answers for you. Go away. Leave me in peace.”


I hope you’ll enjoy my efforts. Stop by after July 7th for your chance to win a copy of Echoes of the Past.





Finally retired after more than 30 years as a teacher! Now, I get to spend my time gardening, enjoying my grandchildren, and writing. I finally completed the number one item in my bucket list and Crimson Romance published my first novel, Fire Angel, in April 2013. Since then I have published 24 manuscripts to date and don't plan to quit writing for a long time yet.

2 thoughts on “Countdown to Echoes of the Past

  1. Susanne, ECHOES was a breeze to work through. From the git-go, I loved the plot and Michelle & Tony kept me up at night (in a good way!) Congrats on a great book. I look forward to working with you on the rest of those great stories hiding in your brain. Let ’em out!
    Joy/JB George
    Secret Cravings Pub

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