What a week we have had with such amazing new reads coming our way. We have another beautiful release to celebrate today!
Author Suzanna Lynn is a happily married, full-time mother of three beautiful, energetic children, and lives in a small town nestled in the deep rolling hills of Missouri.
Growing up in the Ozarks, Suzanna spent her childhood wandering the fields and woods surrounding her home. While most children avoided the dark corners of the woods, she sought them out; imagining them to be filled with fairies, dragons and all number of creatures.
Having not lost her childhood imagination, Suzanna has written numerous poems, songs and short stories that won various awards in high school and college. Her dream was to, one day, be an author.
In 2014 she decided to stop wishing she could publish a book and made the dream a reality when she released The Bed Wife.
That first novella gave birth to two more books, completing the series, and stirred the embers of a new five-book series called The Untold Stories. She has since published stand alone novels, and even has several children’s books in the works.
When she’s not busy writing or spending time with her family, Suzanna loves to draw and paint, as well as scrapbooking. She also has been known to volunteer with her children’s school, the Ladies Auxiliary, and even the local zoo!
“And may I ask another question?” Red asked, making her voice soft and sweet. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Of course, my dearie.” The old driver laughed. “Always happy to assist a young beauty like yourself.”
“Back at the village… um… what was it called? I missed the sign,” she asked.
“Pineborough is the name.”
“Yes, Pineborough,” she continued. “May I ask why everyone was so… well… mournful? Has something happened?”
“Oh, um,” the driver mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “They’s just a bit nervous is all.”
“Nervous?” Red pressed. “Because of the wagon? Because of us?”
“Or the guards?” Rapunzel offered from behind her.
“Oh no.” The driver shook his head. “Nothing like that. It’s just getting close to evening is all.”
“They’re scared of the dark?” Red laughed. “Surely not.”
“True right, they are,” the driver replied, his voice deep and serious. “And you should be, too, if you know what’s good for ya.”
“Why must I be scared of the dark?” Red asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
“Because the dark is when it comes,” he growled. “The dark brings death.”
“Death? What comes?” I stammered, scrambling closer to the little window.
Have fun reading!