It’s Party Time


I’ve having a party and you are all invited!

7th July 2018

This is no ordinary party, it’s an Extravaganza and two hours of #giveways!

All you have to do is be their to win prizes, be interactive, and play games. Prizes will be offered every 15 minutes.

Prizes include authentic 1900 drawings, free books, free short story.

Two hours of games and fun, isn’t that what you do at parties?

Here is the link:

 Facebook Party


Learn more about Joanna’s Destiny.

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CASSIDY NEWBOLD IS FINALLY PRINTED #free #paranormal #crime #stories

I wrote this story quite a while ago and only now am I releasing it. She has here own page and her stories are in one collection and free for my readers. Read about her and download your free copy.


The Adventures of Cassidy Newbold


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Joanna’s Journey is Free

Book1EbookGenre: Romanctic Suspense


Most girls just want to find their one true love. Sisters, Joanna and Sandie are no exception.

While Joanna falls for rock singer Niko, Sandie’s choice leaves Joanna reeling and causes a rift in their relationship.

Niko’s music always comes first, and Joanna accepts being second best. She promises never to ask anything from him. But when she becomes entangled in a violent shooting she finds herself lost, frightened and alone.

Will Niko stand by her side or will he choose the path to stardom?

Set in the 80s with a soundtrack of music and fashion, Joanna’s Journey travels a road where sometimes love is not enough.

Free to download 10th – 14th June

– also available on Kindle Unlimited –

Karen’s Book Buzz Thoughts on her own book

One day back in 1984 I was watching what was once called The Montreaux Rock Festival and a young man I’d never heard of came on to sing Guardian Angel and I was mesmerised. From then on an idea began to form in my head and eventually, Joanna’s Journey was born.

Several rewrites, two new covers and a name change, this book is one I’m very proud of. When I originally finished the book, I knew that the ending was not quite right and Joanna’s heart belonged somewhere else. The second book Joanna’s Destiny is now available to order. So take advantage of the free download and then if you want more, Joanna’s Destiny is there for you.

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An Interview with Magic of Stories Owner

1) Welcome Karen! Would you please tell a little bit about yourself. Yes, hi, I’m Karen, and I live with my husband and Yorkshire terrier puppy on the Isle of Anglesey in North Wales. We’ve lived here for two years having previously come from the city of Manchester when my husband retired. I’ve gone from a […]

via Author Interview: Karen J. Mossman — Prakash Vir Sharma

My Dad

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What can I say about my lovely caring father? I have nothing but praise for him.  He died aged ninety-seven and was until the very last, the most gentle, kindest, and loving man I know, except maybe for my husband of fifty three years who comes in extremely close.

I have few memories of life when I was very young.  I remember my dad making a doll’s pram for me out of old crisp tins.  Money must have been short at the time and at least the improvised pram stopped me crying.  Also I remember him whitening my sandals for Easter Sunday and the Whit bank holiday so I’d have smart shoes to go with my new dress.

Although my mother worked full time from the time I was three, I never lacked nurturing as my father supplied all the love and care I needed when mum was at work. My strongest recollection of those early years is of him rocking me to sleep every night while mother was out working in the cinema.  To the tune of  “Lily Marlene” he’d sing “Be-a-bye-a-bo-ee, be-a-bye-a-bo.  I can hear it still.  It’s such a strong loving memory of him.  Then, when my eyes were almost closing, he’d give me a piggy back up the stairs to bed and tuck me in.

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Although these are my early memories of him, he didn’t change at all as my two brothers and I grew into teenagers. Dad was always the one we went to with a grazed knee or cut finger. He was the one who tended our wounds and gave us advice. It wasn’t that mum didn’t love us, she suffered with depression and always seemed too busy to see to us. In those days there were very few labour saving gadgets. The washing of clothes was done by hand in the large stone kitchen sink using pans of boiled water. She also worked full-time.

If we had done something wrong, dad would gently explain why it was wrong, and how we could have done it differently. He never shouted or became angry, even though I know there were times when we deserved far more than his patience.

He was born on the sixth June 1918 in Liverpool, and lived most of his life in that city. When I married and moved away from Liverpool, my mum and dad came to live near me. With our support, they managed in their own home until they were both in their nineties but, eventually, in 2009, they had to go into a retirement home. Luckily, we found one that would take them both and they lived there until 2012 when they died.

I will raise a glass to my dad this father’s day. I’m so glad I was lucky enough to have such a wonderful man for my dad.

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75th Wedding Celebration

My mum gives her view of my dad, George William Smith, in her autobiography. You can read the first few chapters free on Amazon in the ‘Look Inside’ feature of her book.

Carole’s Website


Both Gone

In August 2010, life because sureal as we were faced with something couldn’t change. What made it all the more complicated was that Mum and Dad were foster parents. Living at home they had three teenagers, one of which was severly disabled and two babies under the age of two. Social Services removed the babies at Mum’s request as she and dad were ill. When they passed away, we not only had to clear and sell the house, we had to provide homes for all the children. It wasn’t an easy task while we were all in shock and grieving . This is the story of what happened.

On the 9th August 2010
An ambulance came for mum
Later that day, Dad was taken in
A month of visits had begun

In February of that year
Dad’s eyes turned yellow
No one voiced their fear
As he was relaxed and mellow

After two hospital stays
None of us knew what was wrong
We carried on our normal days
Not knowing t’was his swan song

During my frequent visits to them
I noticed Dad was getting thin
From fifteen stone down to ten
Mum was worried about him

His teeth became too big for his face
His eyes just hollowed out
He was skin and bone, gone to waste
Shocking to see this turnabout

Mum said little, not voicing her fears
Phone calls to her sister were shared
I didn’t know of her secret tears
Or from us the hurt she spared

 Dad smiles always greeted me
He didn’t even acknowledge
What it was I could see
He was such a man of courage

There was a suggestion of cancer
An operation was to follow
Upon further investigation
It just was not possible

He was so poorly when they came
Mum couldn’t bear to be apart
As illness struck her at the same time
The hurt and fear broke my heart

If Dad’s scan showed up clear
They would let him go home
And there were so many tears
When I returned alone

I broke the news to mum
She knew it as she slept
Dad had a few days and some
And at home we all wept

With heavy heart I wanted to cry
My tears I tried to mask
I hugged him as I said goodbye
Not knowing it was to be the last

On September 2nd he passed away
Mum from then went down hill
Always knowing she couldn’t stay
A strong lady, who knew her own will

It was a stroke that did her harm
Although it only played a part
She shortly followed him home
And died of a broken heart.