Wolf's Bane...... FINALLY!!

I am very excited to announce that my fifth novel (!) Wolf's Bane will be released on October 25th! Check out my Facebook page for more information! Also join me tonight for the cover reveal!!!! I have to say this cover is one of my favorites! 

Meet Ross Sutherland

Ever meet someone who makes you so angry but then says something and you feel your anger melt? Well, meet Ross Sutherland. 

"I don’t understand,” I said. “Did you know who I was?”

“Not at first,” he answered. “When I first approached you, I saw a woman in need. Then, when you introduced yourself, I knew. I make it a point to read the books of everyone who comes here.”

“You read my book?” I asked surprised.

“Cover to cover, Ms. Thompson,” he replied in a low seductive voice. “In two days, by the way. And I think you’re wrong. There’s plenty of material there for a second one. So why have you really stopped writing?” 

I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t help getting angry at him. First he lied to me, then he let me embarrass myself in front of his friends by telling them about the book, and then he waltzes in, takes my breath away and expects me to lay out my life story? Uh uh, nope, sorry buddy. You may look gorgeous – holy crap he was wearing a kilt – eyes up, Nikki, I thought, but you aren’t going to railroad me into telling you all about Daren. 

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I said harshly.

“No, you’re right,” he answered throwing me off course. Then the man had the audacity to shrug and walk away. 

“Hey!” I yelled at him. He stopped and turned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was intrigued by you, Ms. Thompson,” Ross said. “And I wanted to give you a reason to be intrigued by me.”

Silent Whispers 

Copyright M. Katherine Clark 2015 

Subject to change 

Under the Irish Sky

Fantastic news!!! New release just in time for St. Patrick's Day!! 

Why Bookstores are Dying.....

You know, I did an experiment the other day. I decided to go to two large chain bookstores during the lunch hour rush. I walked in, hung out around the front of the store for a while, passed a few people and not once was I greeted or asked if I needed any help. Then I walked on and found a lot of books and movies (that I had seen at other stores) that were three times the price. After walking around some more, I looked everywhere for a "local author" or an "indie authors" section... There was none in either stores. After thirty minutes walking aimlessly around the stores, I was not greeted once, nor did I find any signs for "Indiana authors" or any marketing for any local authors. They are missing a huge market here. The "buy local" movement is in full force and only getting stronger. It pains me to say that if these chain bookstores don't start paying attention to the consumer and their wants and needs, then they're going to lose a huge market.

My Latest Novel!!

Hey guys! I'm having a release party for my "five star review" Sherlock Holmes novel Soundless Silence!! I will have paperbacks for sale and will be signing! It makes a great Christmas gift for that Sherlock lover and book worm in your family! Or treat yourself! I will also be having a very limited amount of Blood is Thicker Than Water and will be having a "black Friday/Saturday" sale!

Hope to see you all there! 

P.S. Nikki Thompson let me on for a time to announce this! But she wanted me to let you know that Silent Whispers, her story with the dreamy Ross Sutherland, is alive and well and should be out next year!!! Can't wait to read it, Nikki!!



Best, 

M. Katherine

Ghost or Time Travel....

I had no clue. Something happened to me that I cannot explain. Guys, I'm serious, I don't know what's going on.

I was exploring the grounds of Castle McCullough when this happened:

I walked forward intrigued by such a lovely sight at dusk. I passed into the woods and walked on. It was so quiet. The sounds of the night crept in. The insects, the wind rustling the leaves, the wild life came alive all around me. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes savoring the forbidden feeling growing in the pit of my belly mixing with the absolute freedom. Without opening my eyes I began humming the tune of the Scottish song my grandfather Brodie, my mother’s father, used to sing to me. Loch Lomond, slow and soft. My body swayed to and fro as I hummed.

Feeling something brush against my leg, I squealed and looked down thinking it could have been a rodent. Nothing was there. The moon was rising full and bright. I caught movement in the corner of my eye. Looking up I saw a man standing a few feet away from me staring at me. His dress was odd. He wore a kilt of crème and black stripes, there was another color but I couldn’t make it out in the dark. He wore knee high soft leather boots, a black doublet with an extra bit of plaid flung over his shoulder, fastened with a silver broach at the lapel. His hair was light brown and he had penetrating light eyes. He couldn’t have been more than thirty-five. He was broadly built with athletic looking muscles.

He was looking at me strangely as if I was the most intriguing thing to him. We locked eyes for a moment and I had a feeling that I had stepped through time. 

You know what? Writer's block is ending.... I'm gonna write a book!

Love, 

Nikki

Keep an eye out for Silent Whispers coming soon!! 

Checking In!

What an incredible time to be in Scotland! These last few days has been insane! I can't talk very long right now but there's so much I have to tell you!! Is Castle MacCulloch haunted? And you'll never guess! I met Elliot Ross! 

Okay, okay I know, slow down, Nikki. I've never been good at that. 

I had to check in with you all just to tell you that all's well over here... of course the atmosphere is saddened by the Independence rejection but we just have to keep our heads high and carry on. It's not the outcome that I had hoped for, but it happened and there is nothing we can do about it now. 

I'll check in later, he's calling me ;) 

Love,

Nikki 

Silent Whispers (c) M. Katherine Clark

Do you believe in ghosts?

I sure as hell didn't. I mean seriously? It's all smoke and mirrors right? A scam for some person to swindle millions of dollars out of unsuspecting people. My grandma paid this medium to contact her husband after he died and was taken in for about $10,000. I felt badly for her but come on, there is no life after death... at least not like that. But now... I'm not so sure.

As I rode in the taxi that Ross had gotten for me, I watched the beautiful countryside pass by and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming connection to the old place. I felt like I was home after so very long away, I was finally home. It helped that the men were fricken hot too! I mean Ross was amazing! But he was really secretive too.

I practically knew Graeme’s and Gerard’s life history but I hardly knew anything about Ross Sutherland. Then it hit me. I didn’t have any of their phone numbers.

Ah hell! I wanted to scream. Great job, Nik… Ugh! Okay okay, whatever… I mean how many Ross Sutherlands or Graeme and Gerard Fergus’ could there be? I’m in Scotland… my luck? There’d be hundreds.

Too late to worry about it now, I thought as the rolling hills of the Scottish countryside raced passed my window. Besides I have a date with Jamie Fraser. I pulled out my iPad and turned it on. A message popped up on my screen. I read it and couldn’t help but grin.

Miss Writer,

                Grabbed this while you used the facilities on the plane, hope you don’t mind. I wanted to tell you that I am very glad you decided to join my friends and me on my plane. I do hope you are having as much fun as I am… Something I wanted to tell you about MacCulloch Castle might whet your writer’s appetite. Like all Scottish Manor Homes of at least seventy years, it is reportedly haunted. The ghost of Fearsome MacPherson roams the halls. I have included a link to his biography and some sightings. I do hope you find this as interesting as I find you. Trust me, if I could, this flight would not be only two hours. It hardly seems fair. I can hear you moving about in the cabin. I’ll return this to your bag but before I do, I have to tell you… you look so fricken hot in those Prada's and your American Pride t-shirt. It was for selfish reasons I invited you along. I couldn’t stop looking at you and trust me I really don’t want to. I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing each other again very soon.

                Graeme and Gerard send their love and wanted me to take their picture. Check your photos, lass.

                                                                                          Yours Respectfully, (But not too respectfully)

                                                                                                   Ross Sutherland

The cab suddenly got very warm. Ross thinks I’m hot? He couldn’t take his eyes off me? There’s no way. He had to be joking. Yeah, the guys put him up to it. There’s no way Ross thinks I’m cute. Not the way I look right now. Maybe tonight when I actually dress up and put on some makeup to hide my ridiculous amount of freckles… but right now? No, he was teasing. He had to be. Besides I’m not looking… oh but I was looking. Crap!

I have to admit his ghost story appealed to my mystery/thriller mind. What if I could utilize this Fearsome MacPherson in some way in a new book? One I hoped I would be able to write on this retreat. It was no use, I knew I still couldn't write. Man, Daren really did a number on me, didn't he? Oh well. My dad rang me on skype and as the taxi pulled into the drive of Castle MacCulloch I was telling dad for the ninetieth time that I was fine and everything worked out, I promised to call him tomorrow and show him the grounds. (I had forgotten to call him when I landed and he was frantic) Hanging up with him, I thanked the cabbie and got out. He helped me with my luggage and tipped his hat to me. I smiled at him and handed him a twenty pound note, hoping that would be enough of a tip.

“No need, lass,” he said. “Mr. Sutherland’s valet already took care of everything.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Great well, um… thank you for driving me all this way.”

“No worries,” he grinned and bid me a good day.

He must be pretty important to have a private jet, hobnob with Hollywood royalty at Heathrow and to have a personal valet. Geesh, who is this guy? A clap of thunder made me jump. I was under the awning but I really wanted to see the old place. I hadn’t gotten a chance to read through what Ross had sent me while I was talking to my dad, but his ghost story sounded intriguing. If there was a perfect look for a haunted house without the Disney right in my head, this place was it.

Red brick and stone faded with age. Battlements and guard towers wrapped the main part of the hotel. I could definitely see a ghost living here. I grabbed my two bags and headed up the ramp to the main doors. Immediately my stomach twisted in knots. These people were going to be fricken famous. What the hell am I doing here? I’m just a girl from the Chicago suburbs. Deep breaths. I can do this.

“Hello,” I heard a breathy voice say behind me.

“Hi,” I forced a grin and turned.

No one was there.

“Hello?” I called out again. “Anyone there?”

There was no answer only rain beating the pavement harder. A chill ran up my spine. Shivering I tugged my leather biker coat tighter around me. I took a step towards the open door. Just as I reached for it, it slammed shut. I screamed and stepped back.

“Okay not funny! Whoever’s playing around, just stop. I’ve had a hell of a day and I really don’t need this too,” I said to no one.

“You all right, lass?” A man’s voice came from the door.

I whirled around and glared at him.

“Everythin’ all right?” he asked.

“Peachy,” I answered storming passed the older man and into the lobby. “Nikki Thompson, I’m here for the writer’s retreat.”

I swear it was crazy! I heard the voice clear as day but no one was there. My room is amazing, by the way and I made it in time to hear Elliot Ross speak. I need to freshen up though and a glass of champagne sounds amazing right now! Talk soon!!

Love, Nikki

Silent Whispers (c) M. Katherine Clark