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Congratulations to Marcia Meara — whose poetry has appeared in three Silver Birch Press anthologies — on the recent release of her romantic suspense novel Wake-Robin Ridge, available in paperback and Kindle versions at Amazon.com. Marcia is an inspiration — and we’re looking forward to reading her novel over the holidays.

BOOK DESCRIPTION:  On a bitter cold January night in 1965, death came calling at an isolated little cabin on Wake-Robin Ridge. Now, nearly 50 years later, librarian Sarah Gray has quit her job and moved into the same cabin, hoping the peace and quiet of her woodland retreat will allow her to concentrate on writing her first novel. Instead she finds herself distracted by her only neighbor, the enigmatic and reclusive MacKenzie Cole, who lives on top of the mountain with his Irish wolfhound as his sole companion. 

As their tentative friendship grows, Sarah learns the truth about the heartbreaking secret causing Mac to hide from the world. But before the two can sort out their feelings for each other, they find themselves plunged into a night of terror neither could have anticipated. Now they must unravel the horrifying events of a murder committed decades earlier. In doing so, they discover that the only thing stronger than a hatred that will not die is a heart willing to sacrifice everything for another. 

A story of evil trumped by the power of love and redemption, Wake-Robin Ridge will transport you to the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and introduce you to characters you won’t soon forget.

…Find Wake-Robin Ridge at Amazon.com.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Marcia Meara is a native Floridian, living in the Orlando area with her husband of twenty-seven years, two silly little dachshunds and four big, lazy cats. She’s fond of reading, gardening, hiking, canoeing, painting, and writing, not necessarily in that order. But her favorite thing in the world is spending time with her two grandchildren, eight-year-old Tabitha Faye, and seven-month-old Kaelen Lake. Marcia is the author of Wake-Robin Ridge, a romantic suspense novel set in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains, and Summer Magic: Poems of Life and Love. She is currently working on her second novel, Swamp Ghosts, set alongside the wild and scenic rivers of central Florida. Her philosophy? It’s never too late to follow your dream. Just take that first step, and never look back.

Book cover by Nicki Forde at nickifordedesign.com.

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Congratulations to Marcia Meara, whose poetry has appeared in all three Silver Birch Press anthologies (Silver, Green, and Summer), on the August 26, 2013 ebook publication of her first novel, Wake-Robin Ridge. Marcia has dreamed of writing a book since she turned five and now she’s done it — 64 years later. (Marcia is candid about her age — check out her blog, where she offers book reviews and other cultural posts). Wake-Robin Ridge is the first book in Marcia’s Darcy’s Corner series.

Find the Kindle version of Wake-Robin Ridge by Marcia Meara at Amazon.com. A print edition will be available soon.

Kudos to Marcia on her book’s professional cover — excellent design by Nicki Forde at nickifordedesign.com.

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Wishing a very happy St. Patrick’s Day birthday to Marcia Meara, whose poetry appears in the Silver Birch Press Silver Anthology and Silver Birch Press Green Anthology. And in honor of Marcia’s birthday, this post features an excerpt from her poem “On the River,” which appears in the Green Anthology. 

ON THE RIVER (Excerpt)

by Marcia Meara

Crystal green flows beneath me,

Leafy arches rise above.

  Dip, glide.

     Dip, glide.

          Slide.

 

Duckweed parts as I float by.

I wonder where they went,

Those ducks.

Gone overnight, it seems.

Another parting, another loss,

And I slide by,

Under all that green.

  Dip, glide.

     Dip, glide.

 

Just there, in deepest shade,

Sleeping emeralds cling.

Tree frogs rest in their

Smooth, damp skins

Waiting for the silver moon.

They’ll open their eyes for the silver moon.

Sleeping now,

As I pass by.

  Dip, glide.

     Dip, glide.

 

With arms raised to that same moon,

I once danced along the shore,

Young and wild and full of joy.

Moving to music

That stirred my soul,

And washed in that pale light,

I danced.

Years ago, in that pale, pale light.

I remember it all,

And so much more,

As I slide by.

  Dip, glide.

     Dip, glide.

Visit Marcia at her blog Bookin’ It, where she posts reviews and other book-related articles.