What’s a Crowdfunder to do? A Guest Post by @caridubiel + a #Giveaway! #books #Inkshares


Giveaway!

 

What’s a Crowdfunder to Do?

 

 

Since I’ve been promoting my first novel, How to Remember, people have been asking: why crowdfunding? Why not self-publishing, or the traditional method of querying agents?

 

 

One answer: I’ve been doing both of those things. I’ve self-published a handful of short stories and a collection, and I’m active in the traditional publishing market. I wanted to do something different.

 

 

Another answer: I’m a librarian, so I study books. I looked at other books that were like mine. I write with a strong first-person voice, my characters have dry senses of humor, and there are science and mystery elements. I found a book I loved – The Punch Escrow by Tal N. Klein – and I discovered it was published by Inkshares. That’s when I knew I wanted to write for them.

 

 

But I’ve got a big hurdle to jump. I need pre-orders to qualify. That’s where my readers come in. Check out my Inkshares page, my blog, my Facebook author page. You can help me do this, and you’ll get a book at the end of it all. You could even get your name in the acknowledgments as my supporter.

 

 

I’m also running a giveaway that ends at midnight on Thursday, November 23. If you win, you’ll receive a customized book basket from me – I’ll talk to you about your interests, and I’ll pick out 2 or 3 books for you, plus some extra goodies.

 

 

Ways to enter:

 

-Pre-order my book (each copy receives one entry)

 

-Follow me on Inkshares

 

-Like my author page on Facebook

 

-Share my author page on Facebook

 

 

Happy reading!

 

 howtoremember

 

Title: How to Remember

 

Author: Cari Dubiel

 

Genre: Domestic suspense, mystery, light science fiction

 

 

Book Blurb:

 

Miranda Underwood has lost a year’s worth of memories, and she’s certain her employer is behind it. MindTech uses imaging and electrical therapy to influence patients’ thoughts and feelings. Until now, Miranda has been on the other side of things, using her doctorate in neurology to help clients come to terms with mental and emotional trauma. But now that her own mind has been compromised, she won’t rest until she knows exactly what MindTech did to her and why.

 

 

One year in the past, grieving computer programmer Ben Baker can’t seem to get his life back together following his mother’s death. MindTech promises to help him heal. He’s intrigued, but unsure. It’s only after he meets Miranda in the bar next door that he becomes a client. As Miranda and Ben become closer, they discover that Ben has a deeper connection to MindTech than he realizes.

 

 

Excerpt:

My toothbrush was gone.

 

As a scientist, I needed a certain amount of evidence to prove a theory. Particularly a theory such as this one: I was losing my mind. The missing toothbrush was Exhibit A, Fact Number One, the first piece of a puzzle.

 

I stood in my bathroom, cold, staring at the empty holder where the toothbrush used to be.

 

I remembered buying it at the dentist’s office. “You’re brushing too hard,” the hygienist had said. “The electric one will help you be more efficient.” I purchased it with a healthy degree of skepticism, but also with a conviction that it might work if recommended by an expert in this field. I trust experts. I worked long and hard in order to become one, in my own field.

 

But that was gone. And I couldn’t ignore several other facts: my heavy breasts. The fat around my waist. The sweatpants that held the fat, so lovingly and softly, like a cloud or a gentle made-in-Taiwan rug.

 

My mind was fuzzy, like I’d woken from one of our experiments at MindTech, like I’d been my own patient. I was gathering enough evidence for a white paper. Possibly a peer-reviewed journal article.

 

I padded down the stairs in my bare feet, tucking my sweater around me. Coffee would help to solve this problem. Coffee had a way of sweeping the slate, burning with its bitter and cleansing taste. Coffee would return my theory to its ephemeral status, and restore my sanity in a single sip.

 

When I rummaged through my cabinets, I found old cans of corn, unopened tikka masala sauce, vanilla extract. No coffee. Fact Number Two: I was indeed losing my mind. I could only find a sad old bag of decaf stuck in the back of the highest cupboard. I would never drink decaf – honestly, I didn’t even know why it existed. Someone must have brought it to a family party long ago. I shuddered and pitched it.

 

It was October in my quaint suburban homestead, the trademark chill of fall seeping under my windowsills and thresholds. I needed to get warm. I needed a shower and a hot drink. I was used to being up at night and staying up late on account of my job as a pseudo-counselor and a scientist who messes with people’s brains. But the morning had never felt this alien.

 

I picked up my phone, scrolled through my texts. Nothing out of the ordinary there. I tapped out a message to Lauren, my best friend. If I were going for coffee and she found out, she might come after me if I didn’t bring her some. I didn’t want to take that chance.

 

I was trying to remember if I had given my number to the guy from last night. I supposed that if I had, he would call. Unless he didn’t want to, in which case it didn’t matter. There were always more boys to save. I had a lot to atone for.

 

The phone jumped, vibrating in the urgent manner I had expected from my erstwhile toothbrush. The screen lit with Lauren’s name. “Hey,” I answered.

 

“Where have you been?”

 

Buy Link: https://www.inkshares.com/books/how-to-remember

 

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Author Biography:

Cari Dubiel will read anything you put in front of her, and she writes, too! She is the author of the short story collection All the Lonely People, a Library Journal Self-E Select pick, as well as several other short pieces published in anthologies and online. Cari is a librarian in Ohio, a past Library Liaison to Sisters in Crime, and a podcaster.

 

Social Media:

Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/caridubielauthor/

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Cari-Dubiel/e/B01MA3LH3S

 

 

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Mint Cookie Murder by USA Today Bestseller @LeslieLangtry is a Sweet Deal! #cozymystery #99c


Mint Cookie Murder Sale

 

Title  MINT COOKIE MURDER

Author Leslie Langtry

Genre Cozy Comedy

Publisher Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb 

Ex-CIA agent turned suburban scout leader, Merry Wrath, is just trying to live a normal, quiet life. But all that goes out the window when a convicted traitor (who’s inconveniently not in his prison cell) dies on her doorstep, and an obese cat, who bears a disturbing resemblance to Hitler, decides to move in.

To make things worse, it’s time for the annual troop cookie sale, her new boyfriend’s old college flame shows up to win him back, and someone’s shooting at Merry in the frozen foods section of the grocery store. Is the assassin after her or the cat? Is Riley, her hot former CIA handler, hitting on her? Is Rex, her boyfriend, going to dump her? Will she sell enough cookies to take her troop to Winter Sniper Camp? If Merry doesn’t find answer to these questions soon, it may be too late!

 

Excerpt

As a former CIA operative, I’ve heard a lot of statements that have chilled me as though I had a foot-long icicle down my throat while sitting naked and wet on an ice floe. (By the way—don’t go to Greenland. Ever.) Things like, Open up! It’s the police, and we have a flamethrower! and Tell me the code or I’ll have to use this pair of pliers on your eyelids. All terrifying under normal circumstances, but throw in the Iranian secret police or a Venezuelan death squad dressed as circus clowns, and they have a smidge more gravitas.

 

But nothing…nothing compares to what I was just told.

 

“What do you mean we have to sell cookies?” I asked Kelly with a slight tremble in my voice. “To people? On purpose?”

 

My best friend and co-leader rolled her eyes. “Girl Scout Cookies. Our troop has to sell them.”

 

“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” I asked, backing up against the kitchen wall. I was starting to regret never having put in hidden panels with weapons around the house. But then Kelly would just laugh at me if I pulled a garrote on her.

 

“Because it’s a fundraiser for us and for the Council.” She pointed to the stack of order forms and the colorful brochure showing the prizes the girls get for selling so many boxes. I started flipping through the flier. Tiny pewter owls? Why does a little girl need one tiny pewter owl? Unless the purpose is to melt it down into one tiny, pewter bullet—then it sorta makes sense. And what’s with all the sticker books? Diabolical! I can only see a child’s access to 101 stickers turning into a nightmare of epic proportions. Oh wait! Dora the Explorer stickers! I looked up at my Dora bedsheet curtains and cringed. I really need to buy drapes.

 

“How do we sell cookies?” I asked. “Set up a store somewhere?” I had no idea how something like this worked. It kinda sounded like a scam, actually. Selling certain cookies only one time a year. Give them a taste, and then demand turns into desperation. Hmmm…also diabolical. I knew international villains who could learn something from the Girl Scouts.

 

“We go door-to-door,” Kelly sighed. “Take the forms to work. Call our friends and beg or blackmail them.”

 

Definitely a scam. I shook my head. “I don’t have any friends besides you, Rex, and Riley.” I wondered if I had enough blackmail material to get Riley to take the form to Langley to sell among the other spooks. I mean, I had some good stuff (like photos from the time he overused self-tanner for a job on the Riviera and looked like an Oompa Loompa), but did I have enough?

 

“Wait!” I said as I studied the form. “People have to give their names, addresses, and phone numbers?” No one in the CIA would do that. We can’t even tell spouses and children what we do for a living.

 

“You’ll have to do it.” I shoved the whole mess toward my best friend and troop co-leader. “I’ll do the behind the scenes work. Like the incentives and inventory, fear and intimidation, blackmail sales, wet work, and stuff.”

 

Kelly rolled her eyes. I got the distinct impression she wasn’t taking me seriously. “No wet work—no spy stuff! We’re just selling cookies!”

 

I winked at her. “Right.” I placed my index finger on my lips and looked around. “Just selling cookies.” I winked again for emphasis.

 

Kelly rolled her eyes and sighed the sigh of 100 martyrs. “Look, we have to do it. I know you don’t want to. But it’s non-negotiable. If you want to do all the things you’ve planned with this troop and you don’t want to pay for it yourself, we have to do this fundraiser.”

 

She put her hands on her hips, a sign I knew meant that this conversation was over, and I had lost. And she was right. Even if she wasn’t. Kelly was right. She always won.

 

“I’m not planning anything expensive…” I moped.

 

My best friend’s right eyebrow bent upwards. “Oh really? What about the winter survival skills campout?”

 

I shrugged. “That’s a totally legit idea.”

 

“In Newfoundland?” Kelly asked. “And your equipment list is ridiculous.” She numbered the items off. “Snow shoes and cross-country skis for each girl…sleeping bags with a 50-degrees-below-zero rating…white sniper camouflage suits…”

 

“Hey!” I protested. “Those are important!”

 

Kelly ignored me. “And I’m not even going to mention flying in some Israeli Mossad agent you know to teach a weekend-long class on self-defense to second-grade girls.”

 

I lifted my chin and sniffed. “It’s called Krav Maga—and he’s the world’s foremost expert. How do you expect these girls to survive a kidnapping attempt?”

 

Kelly narrowed her eyes. Uh-oh. Why did I have to bring that up?

 

“Well, I guess they could’ve used that a few months ago when you dragged them into a gunfight with the CIA and local SWAT team.”

 

I slumped. She was right. Totally my fault there. I still felt bad for that one. It didn’t matter that the girls thought it had been the best day of their lives.

 

Kelly’s voice softened. “Look, all I’m saying is that these things cost money. And we can raise some of that by doing what Girl Scouts have been doing for a century—selling cookies.”

 

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But you have to be in charge.”

 

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Leslie Langtry

 

Author Biography

Leslie Langtry is the USA Today Bestselling Author of three cozy comedy mystery series. Originally from Iowa, she currently lives in Illinois with her family and a menagerie of loveable but dysfunctional pets. Leslie is a rabid knitter, voracious reader, humble Girl Scout volunteer and has been known to walk llamas, visit haunted houses and eat cake. A lot of cake. Not kidding…she really loves cake. Find out more about Leslie at http://www.leslielangtry.com.

 

Social Media Links

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https://twitter.com/LeslieLangtry

 

 

Charm School Night Play Lesson 3 by @LynnCarmer #romance #eroticromance #romanticcomedy


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Title: Charm School Night Play Lesson 3

Author: Lynn Carmer

Genre: Multicultural Romance/ Romantic Comedy/ Erotic Romance

 

Book Blurb:

She wants a sizzling fling…

 

Athena Calvo is as tough as nails.

 

She’s also newly divorced and emotionally vulnerable. To get herself back out on the dating scene, she volunteers to teach the next charm school class: Sensation Play. She immerses herself in blindfolds, silk scarves, wax play, and more! She knows Tommy Lagos wants to help her with hands-on research, but she’s looking for a short term commitment. There’s just one problem.

 

He wants forever…

 

Tommy Lagos never takes life too seriously.

 

He is a beast in the ring and between the sheets. His shredded muscles and wicked charm have taken him far, but behind his cocky grin lives ambition, fire, and a drive to fight for everything that matters—especially Athena. He knows he can seduce her into giving him more than a few days.

 

He will own her body, one blindfold at a time, but will he be able to seduce her into risking her guarded heart?

 

Excerpt:

Tommy’s eyes ran over the goddess standing in front of him, her burnt lilac hair brushing her tattooed shoulder. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m gonna make her mine. “I meant what I said. I want to help you with the class.”

 

Athena looked down and scuffed her shoe against the damp grass. “Tommy, listen, you’re a great guy—”

 

“Dare told me what it’s about.”

 

Her head snapped up. “What exactly did he tell you?”

 

“He told me about the past two classes, and the…subject of each class.” He was getting hot under his non-existent collar, not from embarrassment but because he imagined Athena experimenting with him.

 

“He told you what my class is about?”

 

He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. “Hell, yeah. That’s the first thing I asked.”

 

“And you understand”—her searing gaze swept down his primed body—“what that means?”

 

He stepped forward, his fists clenched. “Intimately.”

 

“From research or experience?”

 

He grinned, loving how she gnawed at her plump, bottom lip. “I’m an MMA trainer, stressing kinetic learning in all of my classes. That means hands-on. Always.” He traced a finger along her cheek and over the stubborn cleft in her chin. “Let me help you.”

 

She shook her head and took two big steps back. “I think there are no bigger con artists on the planet than the Lagos’ boys.”

 

“Trust me.” Tommy’s Spider-sense was tingling. Her cheeks were flushed, she was having a hard time meeting his eyes. She would never admit it, but she was interested.

 

Then she knocked him on his butt by demanding, “Prove it.”

 

“Here? Now?” He looked over at her and the hotdog-shaped dog at her feet.

 

“See? You have no idea what sensation play is or you’d have listed five different techniques already. Like I said. Con artist.” She adjusted her mutt’s collar. “Come on, Fitzy, I’m done with amateur hour.”

 

Tommy’s whole body went on alert. Athena was fire, a barely banked inferno. He could feel the smoldering blaze living under her bronzed skin, and he only had minutes to convince her to give him a chance. Because he wanted to revel in that firestorm, bask in it for as long as she’d let him. He blocked her path and stepped in close.

 

“If you’re a beginner, I recommend, silk scarves, rose petals, maybe some feathers that I would trail over your skin.”

 

Athena stutter-stepped and came to a halt.

 

“When you’re comfortable, I’ll use something a little more intense, ice cubes, hot wax…”

 

Her breath shallowed, her chest rising and falling with each indrawn breath. She slowly turned, her hazel eyes narrowing in on him.

 

He was greedy for more than just her gaze. “When you trust me, when you truly give your body to mine, I’ll cover your beautiful eyes and tie you up. Mute your hearing so…”

 

“Stop.”

 

“No.” His head spun, the sizzle of her heated skin only inches from his. He would get past her defenses. Athena’s reservations were more than shallow excuses. “I’m defending myself.”

 

Her breath hitched, and she stepped forward.

 

“We may even have to discuss a safe word if you—”

 

“Enough.” She slapped a hand over his mouth and laughed softly. “I take it back, I swear. Just stop—”

 

He nipped at her palm and then kissed it when she yelped.

 

“Damn, Tommy. You really are a surprise.” Her thumb brushed his lower lip, and her narrowed gaze caressed his face.

 

“Athena.” Say yes.

 

She dropped her hand. “But my answer is still…no.”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Charm-School-Night-Play-Lesson-ebook/dp/B076PDVPPW

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/charm-school-night-play-lesson-3/id1300268976?mt=11

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/charm-school-night-play-lynn-carmer/1127280123?ean=2940154598177

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/charm-school-night-play-lesson-3

 

Author Biography:

Amazon Best Selling Author Lynn Carmer is a talker, a writer, a reader, a teacher, a procrastinator, an avid fan of all things “reality,” and a devourer of all things “sweet.” She is continually working on white-hot, humorous Contemporary, Paranormal, and Sci/Fi Romance novels. Think sexy Gargoyles turned to stone; star-crossed lovers living on the planet of fire and ice; and hilarious contemporaries that reference pop culture and quite a few ’80s and ’90s movies and music.

 

Social Media Links

Website: http://lynncarmer.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lynncarmer

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lynncarmerauthor/

Newsletter: http://www.lynncarmer.com/contact-me.html

 

Haunting Corpse: A Shandra Higheagle Mystery by @patyjag #cozymystery #giveaway


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Title Haunting Corpse: A Shandra Higheagle Mystery

Author  Paty Jager

Genre Cozy Mystery

Publisher Windtree Press

 

Book Blurb

Desertion…Wrath…Murder

 

A runaway bride, murder, and arson has Shandra Higheagle sleuthing again. Sorting through the debris of her best friend’s childhood, Shandra believes she must solve the murder before her friend becomes the next victim.

 

Stumbling upon a dead body, Detective Ryan Greer is determined to bring the killer to justice before Shandra becomes too entangled in her friend’s dysfunctional past. He hopes he’s not too late. Her deceased grandmother has already visited her dreams, putting Shandra in the middle of his investigation and danger.

 

Giveaway

Enter to win one of two ebook copies of Haunting Corpse to two people who leave a comment below.

 

Open Internationally and we’ll draw two names Monday, November 20, 2017.

 

Excerpt

Two hours after the wedding was to start, the guests had all left. Naomi and Ted stayed to help clean up the chairs and streamers. Shandra didn’t see any sense in waiting for the crew the wedding planner had hired. They weren’t to show up until tomorrow.

 

“That was a short wedding,” Lil, Shandra’s employee, said. The woman came with the ranch like the stray cat usually around the eccentric woman’s neck.

 

“There wasn’t a wedding. The bride got cold feet,” Ted said.

 

“I don’t know if it was cold feet or that she needed to deal with the shock of her mother caring before she could get married,” Shandra said, stacking chairs. Sheba, her pony-sized mutt, followed her back and forth as if afraid she would get locked up in the studio again. It had been the consensus of everyone involved in the wedding plans to leave the clumsy dog in the studio during the wedding. No one had wanted her to knock over guests, food, or cake.

 

Ryan stacked the two chairs he had and faced Lil. “Did you happen to see anyone milling around behind the studio or barn before the wedding?”

 

“Wouldn’t know. I was bent over the glazing table glazing coasters.” She wadded up the red streamers she’d pulled from the rafters. “Didn’t know anything was wrong until I heard the cars start up and knew it was too early for the reception to be over.”

 

Shandra folded two more chairs and carried them over to stack along the wall. “It doesn’t make sense. Ruthie was smiling and ready to marry Maxwell when I left the room. There wasn’t that much time between when I left and Naomi went looking for Ruthie.”

 

“She had to have gone out through the forest.” Ryan said, placing two more chairs in the stack. “All the vehicles were accounted for.”

 

“What would make her run out through the forest?” Shandra stared out the barn doors to the trees surrounding her meadow. “Do you think she went to their new house? It’s only four miles down the road from here?”

 

“I’d think that would be the first place Maxwell would look for her,” Ryan said.

 

“I feel like we aren’t doing enough. We should be looking for her.” Shandra had a bad feeling about her friend. And what about the man she’d seen? “You didn’t see any footprints or anything when you looked behind the studio?”

 

Ryan stopped folding chairs. “I didn’t see anything unusual.”

 

“Then where did that man go?”

 

“Lewis, where have you been?” Lil walked toward the side of the barn where Lewis, her orange cat sat. “What’s this? Where did you get red paint?”

 

“Don’t touch!” Ryan said, striding across the barn to the cat. “I don’t think that’s paint.”

 

Shandra knelt beside Lewis. Fear tingled her spine. Sheba sniffed at the cat who hunched his back and hissed. “I don’t think so either. Lewis rubbed up against someone who is bleeding.” Her chest constricted. “Ruthie!”

 

 

Buy Links Universal – https://www.books2read.com/u/3J0ZWX

 

Paty Jager

 

Author Biography

Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 32 novels, 6 novellas, and numerous anthologies of murder mystery, western romance, and action adventure. All her work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters. This is what Mysteries Etc says about her Shandra Higheagle mystery series: “Mystery, romance, small town, and Native American heritage combine to make a compelling read.”
 

Social Media Links

Website: http://www.patyjager.net

 

Blog: http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com

 

FB Page:  https://www.facebook.com/PatyJagerAuthor/

 
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Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/patyjag/

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/patyjag

 

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1005334.Paty_Jager

One Week to Win Her Boss by @BarbaraWDaille #holidayromance #romance #giveaway


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From the back cover of One Week to Win Her Boss:

Single mom Amber Barnett loves family, kids, Christmas…and unfortunately, her boss, confirmed bachelor Michael DeFranco. It’s a crush she really needs to get over. Except, when she’s temporarily forced from her apartment, her only option is to stay at Michael’s private ski lodge, where she’s the housekeeper. No problem. Her handsome boss rarely visits Snowflake Valley unexpectedly, plus he’s spending the holidays with his family. Or so she thinks…

A stormy Christmas Eve reunion leaves Michael seeking the solitude of his lodge, where he finds Amber in residence—and in trouble. Attempting to save her from her matchmaking family, he announces they’re a couple. His good deed backfires when they’re instantly included in each and every holiday event in town. So much for solitude.

Only the more time he spends with the beautiful, cheery brunette, the more he yearns to make things real between them. But he and Amber want different things, and Michael could never be the family man she’s looking for.

Awesome Giveaway:

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Excerpt

Finally, the front door closed behind Nick and the Barnetts, and he was left alone with Amber and her daughter. She settled Penny in the playpen, then took a seat on the couch. Light came only from the fixture over the dining room table, the Christmas tree, and the fireplace. Amber stared at the flames.

 

Without a word, he took the chair beside the couch, content just to watch her. She was still, and yet she wasn’t. Flickering light from the fire danced across her, giving the illusion of movement. From the corner of the room, the Christmas tree lights blinked, reflecting in her hair.

 

After a while, she glanced at him. “Thanks for the save. About the early start for our morning, I mean.”

 

“That wasn’t a save. I meant it. The team with the most donations wins, right?”

 

She laughed, her eyes suddenly gleaming. “No, that’s not right. Sorry. We don’t compete with one another. Well, except on game nights.”

 

“The Super Bowl? The World Series?”

 

“Monopoly and dominoes.”

 

He shook his head. “You guys are too good to be true. Do you dress up to pose for Christmas photos together, too?”

 

Wrong move. The brightness left her eyes. Her shoulders stiffened.

 

He had to remember not everyone had a family like his. Especially not Amber.

 

“Yes, we do take group pictures. What’s wrong with that?”

 

“Nothing, I guess. It’s just not something we do in my family.”

 

“What do you do?”

 

“As I said the other day, we go our separate ways.”

 

“And as I said, that’s sad.”

 

“No, it’s just the way things are.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.” And would mean having a conversation he didn’t want to get into. But she would keep asking because she was Amber and she was all about family. If not tonight or this week, she would ask this question again when he made another trip to the lodge. “Not everybody’s got the picture-perfect family.”

 

Nobody has that, whether they take group photos or not.”

 

“Yeah, well. Some are less perfect than others.” She opened her mouth, but he shook his head. “Don’t ask. It’s too complicated to get into.”

 

He could see concern in her eyes and almost hear the rest of her questions. But after a moment, she turned away.

 

“I should get Penny upstairs.”

 

I should get you upstairs.

 

The thought hit without warning, and his body’s instant response showed just how well he liked the idea. But his brain knew there was more to his interest in Amber than getting her into bed.

 

Again, he watched the reflections dance over her. He wished he were sitting beside her, running his fingers down her hair, trying to catch the twinkling Christmas lights.

 

That was it.

 

That was what he’d always found different about her. What she had brought into his life from the day he had met her. Her sparkling eyes. Her sunny smile. Her light. They kept his thoughts coming back to her no matter how hard he fought them, no matter how many times he reminded himself she was off-limits. He’d forgotten or pushed away or just plain ignored those reminders. Instead, he needed to listen to them. Starting now.

 

He shot to his feet as she rose from the couch.

 

She froze, looking up at him uncertainly. But she didn’t back away. She didn’t look away. Those sparkling eyes of hers stared into his, drawing him to her. Instead of backing up and walking off the way he’d intended to—the way he should have—he stepped forward, as if he had no choice in the matter. And maybe he hadn’t.

 

Maybe there was a reason he had come to the lodge just when Amber had decided to hide out here.

 

Maybe he wasn’t meant to keep his thoughts away from her.

 

Or his hands off her.

 

He trailed his fingertips along her jaw, then lifted her chin. Her eyes widened and her lips parted and her breath exhaled in a rush that halted any thought he’d had of walking away.

 

With the tip of his thumb, he grazed her bottom lip. Her answering indrawn breath made it impossible for him to keep from lowering his mouth to hers.

 

One more taste…

 

But even as his lips brushed hers, he knew that taste would come with a price he wouldn’t want to pay.

 

 

Book Links

Entangled  https://entangledpublishing.com/one-week-to-win-her-boss.html

Amazon  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076PJ7SNN

Amazon Australia  https://www.amazon.com.au/d/B076PJ7SNN

Amazon UK  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076PJ7SNN

Amazon Canada  https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B076PJ7SNN

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Kobo   https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/one-week-to-win-her-boss

 

Barbara White Daille

 

About the Author

Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing about those subjects, too!

 

Barbara wrote her first short story at the age of nine, then typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis. Sign up for her newsletter to keep up with the latest in her writing life:  https://barbarawhitedaille.com/newsletter.

 

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Hell Bound and Hell Hounds by Bestseller @WestonAndrew is a Must-Read #DarkFantasy Series!


 

Title: Hell Bound – Hell Hounds

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:
Hell Bound

In hell, none of the condemned believes they deserve to be there. And that’s fine, so long as they’re not foolish enough to try and do anything about it. For those that do, there’s always Satan’s Reaper–and chief bounty hunter–Daemon Grim.

 

Feared throughout the many layers of the underverse, no one in their right mind dares to cross him.

 

However, when Grim discovers that someone has attempted to evade injustice, and seems hell-bent on gaining access to ancient angelic artifacts, proscribed since the time of the original rebellion in heaven, circumstances point to the fact they may be doing just that.

 

The question is…why?

 

Thus begins an investigation that leads Grim throughout the many contradictory and baffling levels of the underworld, where he unearths a conspiracy that is not only eating its way like a cancer through the highest echelons of Hellion society, but one which threatens the very stability of Satan’s rule.

 

How does Daemon Grim Respond?

 

Rest assured. It’ll be bloody, brutal, and despicably wicked.

 

 

Hell Hounds

Feared throughout the many circles of the underworld, Satan’s Reaper – and chief bounty hunter – Daemon Grim, is known as a true force to be reckoned with.

 

Having eliminated a major player in the uprising eating its way like a cancer through the underbelly of hell, Grim is stunned to discover he cannot afford to rest on his laurels, for the rebellion runs far deeper than was ever imagined. New players have emerged – denizens with uncanny abilities – who seem determined to support Chopin and Tesla’s revolutionary agenda.

 

Ever keen to test their mettle, the Sibitti – personified weapons of the ancient Babylonian plague god, Erra – also appear eager to capitalize on the growing unrest, and set about maneuvering events in order to place themselves in direct opposition to Grim’s investigation.

 

And if that was not cause for concern enough, there’s an insane angel on the loose, a creature as hell-bent on creating havoc as he is to return home.

 

How do Grim and his rabid pack of bounty hunters respond?

 

Baying for blood – doesn’t even begin to describe it.

 

Excerpts:

Hell Bound –

Across the street, a small crowd of mobsters had just exited an old style ale house, and Lady Gemini became much more alert. Hunkering down into a small depression created by the collapse of a major sewer tunnel, she removed a long cylindrical pipe from one of her elongated thigh-flaps, and rummaged around in her breast pocket with the other hand.

 

I watched her movements with professional curiosity.

 

She hasn’t taken her eyes off them once. Now that’s the kind of attitude I want to see.

 

The group comprised two boss types—one a Gomez Adams wannabe, the other a startlingly accurate representation of what you would get if you stuffed a bulldog inside human flesh; a statutory retinue of muscle-bound, knuckle-dragging, brain-dead hoods; and a hulking great lawyer dripping mucus and blood with every step. His steaming name badge gleamed dully in the twilight, and identified him as Othello.

 

Scanning their auras, I doubted the combined IQs of the thugs would challenge the slime Othello left in his wake, so they were obviously there to look mean, grunt in single syllables, and take a bullet for their masters.

 

Which is what they’ll probably be doing a few seconds from now . . .

 

I adjusted the sensitivity of my sweeps and glanced back and forth between the two parties. The Godfather wake was oblivious to the danger. Gemini merely studied them from her place of concealment, and slowly raised the tube to her lips.

 

 

So who’s the mark?

Gemini’s heartbeat never wavered. Nor was there any discernible peak of excitement. If anything, her esoteric presence diminished until it was next to nothing.

 

She’s the proverbial ice queen. Detached, focused, professional.

 

Without warning, the air shimmered and Gemini winked out of sight.

 

A chameleon mesh? This should get interes-

 

No sooner had she disappeared than the undulating mass of hearse flies orbiting her proximity swooped away, and descended en masse upon the unfortunate gangsters. In moments, they were twisting and turning and waving their arms so furiously it looked as if they had suddenly decided to engage in a hip-hop dance off.

 

Is she doing that?

 

Strangled curses turned the air blue as overzealous insects began to bite.

 

One voice cried out louder than the others.

 

“Ow!”

 

Othello slapped the side of his filthy reptilian neck. He coughed, staggered, and reached out to support himself on the nearest boss. Mr. Gomez obviously didn’t like being touched—especially by a lawyer—for he swatted Othello’s hand away as if his illustrious hellegally qualified acquaintance was infected by the plague. Seconds later, Othello’s knees gave way and he crashed to the floor, whereupon his essence started to fade almost immediately.

 

The rest of the entourage took one look at the dissipating mist and starburst away from the scene in terror, closely followed by an inquisitive cloud of hungry buzzing friends.

 

Oh, very clever. She made it look like a simple acci- Eh?

 

By the time I looked back, Gemini had already slithered down from the mound and was halfway toward Westmonster Causeway.

 

Unholy cow but she’s fast. I had never seen her run before. I wonder how long she can keep it up?

 

I never found out. Reaching the banks of the river, Gemini kept going—straight as a die—leaped the shattered balustrade and jumped straight into the filthy waters of the Tombs without creating so much as a splash.

 

Hell Hounds –

Deep beneath the streets of Olde London Town, the brick-lined galleries of the main sewers resounded with the echoes of pursuit. Water splished and filth sploshed in time to erratic footfalls, and every now and then, each resonating burst of frenzied activity was punctuated by an interlude of hacking sobs as the terrified victim tried to catch both his breath and his bearings.

 

The endless chain of low wattage emergency beacons dotted along the apex of the tunnels stretched off into the distance. But their wan light did little to dispel the midnight embrace leaching into every nook and cranny, and if anything, only served to define the darkness into tighter clusters.

 

Isabella Castile slowed her pace and judged her prey’s progress.

 

It had been like this for more than an hour, ever since her quarry had discovered his second wind, in fact, and a determination to fight against the seeming inevitability of his situation.

 

Why Isabella had chosen this particular denizen, she didn’t know. Maybe the color of his hair, the cut of his pinstripe suit, the way he turned his nose up at those around him. None of it mattered now, for once started, she would continue the hunt until she had added his name to a growing list of damned souls who found themselves, at her behest, in dread repose upon the Undertaker’s slab.

 

His haphazard course through the maze was a clear indicator of the Blue Suit’s panic, and the notion that he would leave his fate to happenchance only spurred Isabella to greater efforts. That, and the sour aftertaste lacing his pheromone-ridden trail.

 

Isabella reached the latest in a long line of junctions. Pausing just long enough to taste the ether, she quickly determined his new route and set off with a fresh spring in her step and a deepening ache in her throat.

 

Not long now, my sweet. Not long.

 

A cruel smile stole its way across her lips.

 

Plunk!

 

The betraying splash tolled like a death knell in the dark.

 

Halting her advance, Isabella hugged the shadows along the far wall, and sang: “Can you hear what I hear?”

 

Her tuneful query elicited nothing but silence.

 

Creeping forward, she peered around the lip of a side shaft, her fingers testing the air like spider legs on a web. “And can you see what I see?”

 

A knife appeared in her hand where nothing had existed before. Then it was gone, traversing the fifty-foot gap in the blink of an eye.

 

A grunt coughed out of the gloom. Then a stifled curse. Moments later, the filthy waters slopping about Isabella’s feet turned crimson.

 

She stepped out into the scant illumination offered by a meager cone of light from the ceiling and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.

 

“No, please. I’ll give you anything you want . . .” was all the Blue Suit managed to gasp before calamity fell upon him.

 

 

Buy Links:

Hell Bound –

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hell-Bound-Heroes-Andrew-Weston-ebook/dp/B015G2AI0I

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hell-bound-andrew-p-weston/1122937633?ean=2940156681334

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26809332-hell-bound

 

Hell Hounds –

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hell-hounds-andrew-p-weston/1127314562?ean=2940158740053

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36472614-hell-hounds

 

 

Andrew Weston

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives with a large amount of cats in a medium sized house on a small Greek island.

 

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international #1 bestselling and critically acclaimed IX Series, and has the privilege of contributing to the Heroes in Hell shared universe.

 

Social Media Links:
Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/andrewpaul.weston

 

 

Governments would kill to hide what they know – Neutral Space by @Rtranbooks #scifi #IARTG


Neutral Space

 

Title: Neutral Space

Author: Rebecca Tran

Genre: Sci-Fi

 

Book Blurb:

Lieutenant Jackson Peterson thought he knew who the enemy was. A bitter war with the Kelsairans made it abundantly clear. When Jackson saves a Kelsairan woman from a wrecked ship, the line is suddenly blurred. Jackson questions everything he knows once he discovers the woman he loves is a soldier too. Now 200 years of fighting stands between him and the only woman he ever wanted. Jackson will risk everything to stop it. Will it be enough? Can Jackson stop the war or will he die in the process?

 

 

Special Giveaway:

US residents can like my Facebook page here between 11/13/17 and 11/20/17 for a chance to win 1 of 3 signed copies of Neutral Space. Winners will be chosen at random. No purchase necessary.

 

 

Excerpt:

I was on a week leave on Micea. It’s a neutral planet, completely alone. It was exactly what I wanted. My tent was pitched, and a fire was blazing. I was a short hike from the lake, perfect for fishing and swimming. I’d been there once before and loved the spot. As I put a pot of coffee on the fire, I saw the ship coming in hot. It was in trouble, and the pilot was struggling to keep it steady. I grabbed my med pack and ran to where it was going to crash.

 

The ship knocked over trees as it skid into the ground. The earth shook, and there was a crash when it impacted. I nearly lost my footing. It only made me run faster. Whoever it was wouldn’t have much time if the ship was heavily damaged. I was relieved to see it was a human craft when I reached the ridge; an old one, but human nonetheless. The hatch was still closed, which was a bad sign; and, the ship was on fire. I found the emergency release lever as I wrapped my hand in the corner of my shirt to protect it from the hot metal.  The hatch opened like a charm when I pulled it.

 

I fell on my ass when I saw an unconscious Kelsairan woman. It was a human craft. Why the hell was a Kelsairan piloting it? She groaned slightly. Kelsairans were the enemy. I should have left her. I couldn’t abandon her to die now that I knew she was alive. My honor wouldn’t allow it. I cursed the whole time I pulled her out of the wreckage. She was bleeding from a wound in her leg, and I knew my med kit would be useless. Kelsairan anatomy was different than a human’s. I cursed again as I hunted for her med kit. Luckily, she’d kept it close at hand, and I found it quickly.

 

I dragged her to safety just as her ship exploded. It knocked me back a step, and I instinctively covered the woman from debris. The noise had my ears ringing. The heat from the fire was unbearable. I pulled her further away until I could figure out a plan.

 

It was a long hike back to my camp. I bandaged her wound temporarily before making a sled to take her the rest of the way. Getting her back, unfortunately, was the easy part. I had to properly address the wound on her upper thigh once she was at my camp. Her one-piece outfit complicated everything. I needed to get to the injury, and its location made it impossible to just cut off the pant leg.

 

My task would have been far easier if Kelsairans didn’t look like humans, but they did. They were usually taller and leaner with opaque eyes and ridges on their brows. Everything else made them appear human. This woman was no exception, and she was undeniably attractive. She was tall and slim. Her breasts were small, yet firm; her hips were perfectly curved. She had ice-blonde hair that was slicked back. Her oblong face had high cheekbones and full lips. I was never this close to one of their women before. I never realized how beautiful they were. Well, this one was anyway.  I tried waking her first, hoping I wouldn’t have to undress her myself but she was unconscious. I considered waiting until morning, but the wound was oozing, and I was afraid of it getting infected.

 

I shook her one last time before reaching for the zipper at her neck. Nothing, she was out cold. Damn, I pulled the zipper down my hands shaking like I was a virgin. I tried not to look as I quickly undressed her, I put one of my own t-shirts on her, but her body was flawless. If I think about it, I can still remember it now. I draped a blanket over her torso and other leg as I worked on her wound. There was a piece of metal lodged in the wound. I had to fish around for it before disinfecting and bandaging it. She looked ridiculous in my shorts. At least she was dressed.

 

I didn’t want to move her again, so I brought my sleeping bag out of the tent and rolled her in. The coffee I’d started earlier was ruined now. I started a fresh pot for my night vigil. Who was this woman and why was she here? I sank into my chair watching as she slept.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon (all countries): http://mybook.to/nspace

 

Rebecca Tran

 

Author Biography:

Rebecca Tran is a hybrid author and blogger with three award-winning novels. She started writing when she was sixteen as self-prescribed therapy after her father passed away and hasn’t stopped since. Rebecca is also a pharmacist, wife, and mother to two rambunctious girls and a Boston Terrier. If she ever has free time she likes combing resale shops to add to her teapot collection or quilting. Currently, she lives in her home state of Missouri.

 

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Danger stalks her family… The Cost of Deception by @mmarvellab #romanticsuspense #books


Beautiful young smiling couple in love embracing indoor

 

Title  The Cost of Deception

Author   Mary Marvella

Genre Romantic Suspense

Publisher   Gilded Dragonfly Books

 

Book Blurb

The Cost of Deception is a romantic suspense. Tess, widowed mother and teacher, has been so wrapped in in her role as a mother that she has forgotten how it feels to be a desirable woman. Seeing Drew at the class reunion awakens her sexuality.

 

Drew is an undercover cop in Atlanta, GA. During his years in the military he had no concerns about marriage and starting a family. His life put him in danger, and he liked things that way. Seeing Tess at the class reunion made him rethink what he really wanted.
How can he make his career work with the things Tess and her kids make him want, when everything he tells her and her kids is a lie?

 

Yes, there will be hot sex and danger will stalk her family.

 

Giveaway

Enter to win 1 PDF or Amazon e-gift of The Gift or Haunting Refrain by telling us what you love most about romantic suspense in the comments section below.

We’ll draw a winner on Monday, November 13, 2017.

 

Excerpt

***

It was late and Drew nursed a glass of watered down whiskey as he stared at his reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. He looked like a renegade. The scraggly, black beard and the tinted lenses hid what was on the outside.

 

Why do bars have so much mirror space? True, he could see what was going on behind him, as well as anyone who approached him. He hoped to see the man who would be his connection in his current investigation. He could also see too much of himself, which wasn’t much help tonight. He couldn’t stop the mental reflections any more than he could the ones in the mirror.

 

Not since he left home had he worn glasses, except when he needed a disguise. He wasn’t the skinny wimp he’d been in high school or even during his first years at Georgia Tech. Now few men dared tease the muscular man who filled the black tee shirt and stretched the short sleeves rolled a notch over the bulge of his upper arm. The forearm he saw in the mirror looked lethal as veins bulged each time he flexed his hand. Drew was a man to be feared and respected. He’d worked hard to become that man.

 

The first year in the army was responsible for most of the transformation to the undercover cop who answered to the name Drew. He answered to many aliases. Tonight he answered to Spider, as the sinister tattoo on one forearm would suggest.

 

 

Buy Links

https://www.amazon.com/Cost-Deception-Protective-Book-ebook/dp/B076FLTTHB/

 

Mary M

 

Author Biography

 

Mary Marvella has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember. She made up the “Let’s Pretend” situations for the neighborhood kids. The arrival of the book mobile was as exciting as hearing the music of the ice cream truck, more, since she could check out books but seldom had the money for the ice cream. Her parents preferred letting her walk to the corner store for less money. She still pinches pennies.

 

When Mary’s daughter was small, story time often meant Mama made up stories. Now retired from teaching the classic works of the masters, Mary writes her own stories and reads modern novels.

 

Georgia raised, she writes stories with a Southern flair.

 

 

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The Darkness of Love by @SpookyMrsGreen #paranormalromance #ASMSG #books #historicalfiction


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Title – The Darkness of Love

Author – Catherine Green

Genre – Paranormal Romance, Historical fiction

Publisher – Chances Press

 

Book Blurb –

A Victorian vampire lord seeks an heir for his estate in this English Gothic novel with passion and flair.

 

Lord Gregory Stockton is a powerful and respected businessman embracing the modern era of the Victorian industrial revolution. He has a grand and beautiful manor house complete with a repertoire of servants, and his young wife is charming, attractive, and the perfect lady to his gentleman. The only thing they lack is an heir to the family estate. Lord Gregory knows he can never produce a child, for he is a vampire, although his wife and servants know nothing of his secrets. There are other ways to provide heirs for his estate, however, and Lord Gregory has noticed the romantic attraction between his wife and the young stable hand Marcus Scott. He hatches a plan to bring the would-be lovers together, and then cruelly tear them apart as he continues to build his empire and secure his power base in the south of England. The humans are pawns in the vampire’s game of lust, love and control.

 

Excerpt –

 

Gregory stood and walked round the desk.  In a lightning-quick movement he was sitting beside Amelia on the sofa.  She did not react, she merely continued smiling.

 

“I believe at this very moment, he is being cared for by his favourite servant, Mary Jones.  You remember, I told you about her?” Gregory said.

 

“Yes,” Amelia replied, “Although I don’t see why she is relevant.  Surely she will confuse his feelings for your wife.”

 

“I think not,” Gregory said, “I intend for young Mary to be his first meal after I turn him.  It will be a good lesson in controlling his emotions, don’t you think?”

 

Amelia’s smile grew sinister, and she laughed.

 

“And there I was thinking you were showing sentiment in your old age, Gregory,” she said, “Yes, actually, this will be a very amusing exercise.”

 

“Indeed,” Gregory replied, reaching out to touch Amelia’s face, moving his closer to her.

 

Their lips met in a chaste kiss, which quickly escalated.  They nibbled and bit each other, playing in the way that vampires do, and finally they lay entwined together, naked on the sumptuous rug before the fire.  Gregory and Amelia were very old friends.  They were also very intimate.

 

Buy Links –

 

The Darkness of Love – http://chancespress.com/catherinegreen.html

NOOK Book – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-darkness-of-love-catherine-green/1116861124?ean=2940148809456

DOL Amazon US – http://amzn.com/B00F289E8Y

DOL Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00F289E8Y

DoL Kobo – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-darkness-of-love

DoL Inktera – http://www.inktera.com/store/title/265db636-2aea-4b4a-9c5b-32657bfa9023

DOL Bookstrand – http://www.bookstrand.com/the-darkness-of-love-mwm

 

Catherine Green aka SpookyMrsGreen

 

Author Biography –

 

Author of British paranormal romance series The Redcliffe Novels, Catherine Green was raised on books from a young age, and has happy memories of Saturday mornings spent in her small local library, devouring the contents of the shelves. Catherine has always been fascinated by the supernatural world, and it feels natural for her to write about vampires, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures in her contemporary stories.

 

If you sign up to Catherine’s newsletter, she will send you a free copy of her Redcliffe short story, It’s Complicated, to introduce you to her fictional supernatural seaside town in Cornwall, England.

 

 

Social Media Links –

 

You can find Catherine in the following places:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SpookyMrsGreen

Author blog: http://www.catherinegreenauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter page: https://twitter.com/SpookyMrsGreen

Personal Blog: http://spookymrsgreen.com/

 

Myths, Magic, Mayhem… Mythic Tales Box Set Featuring @LibraryofErana #fantasy #SFF


 Mythic Tales box set

 

Box Set Title Mythic Tales Bundle

 

Title and Author

Book #1:

Beneath the Knowe – Anthea Sharp

 

Book #2:

Tales of Erana – A. L. Butcher

 

Book #3:

A Sword’s Poem – Leah Cutter

 

Book #4:

On the Edge of Faerie -Stefon Mears

 

Book #5:

Sorcha’s Heart – Debbie Mumford

 

Book #6:

Tales Fabulous and Fairy Volume 1 – Kim Antieau

 

Book #7:

Tempus – Janet Morris

 

Book #8:

Caught in Amber – J.M. Ney-Grimm

 

Book #9:

Warden of Power – Karen L. Abrahamson

 

Book #10:

Beautiful – Barbara G. Tarn

 

Book #11

Lost: Cinderella’s Secret Witch Diaries (Book 1) -Ron Vitale

 

Book #12:

Tales of the Faie: The Beginning of Days – Diana L. Wicker

 

Book #13

Angels and Djinn, Book 1: Raziel’s Shadow – Joseph Robert Lewis

 

Book #14:

Magic for a Rainy Day – Alexandra Brandt

 

Genre Fantasy/Mythic

 

Publisher Bundlerabbit

 

Book Blurb

A collection of tales told in the old mythic style or set in ancient times, with fairies, monsters and daring deeds. From dark fantasy worlds to the legendary past of our own, myths and legends abound.

 

Mythic Tales Montage

 

Excerpt

Tales of Erana: Myths and Legends – A. L. Butcher

 

Erana is a world of magic, and although forbidden the magic persists for magic is wild and will not yield to law.  It is a world ruled by oppression but hope walks in shadow, ever watching for a chance to flourish. It is a world where there is love and despair in equal measure.  These are the tales and myths from such a world.

 

The mortal races of Erana are the elves, the trolls and the humans and each has their history, their lore, and of course their heroes. There are also other creatures, those of magic and myth, those of the old times and the secret places.  These are the gods and demigods and the creatures born of magic. When such creatures walk among those whose lives are fleeting love and war, hope and despair, and magic and mayhem abound.

 

Plague and war are familiar to the denizens of Erana. With strife comes disease but the Plague was much more than mere sickness. It brought the elves of Erana to the brink of destruction and it touched each and every race to some degree. It fed on magic and on ignorance and fear, and it shaped a world. The Plague brought the Order of Witch-Hunters to the fore and a martial law which became tyranny.  Some of these stories are from a time before the Plague was seen, in the times when Erana was a young world, and a world filled with light. Some are not.

 

 

Lost (Cinderella’s Secret Witch Diaries) – Rin Vitale

 

What happened to Cinderella after she married the Prince? Set in the late 1700s as Napoleon is rising to power, Cinderella embarks on a journey of self-discovery as she tries to come to terms with her failed marriage and her inability to have a child. Torn between the Queen’s insistence that she try all means necessary to conceive and her own desires, she agrees to travel to Paris to consult with a witch to help her become pregnant. Her journey leads her to find her long lost Fairy Godmother and aids her to solve the mystery behind her mother’s death. Yet the Fey Lord, the Silver Fox, also takes notice in her and her world is suddenly turned upside down…

 

Beautiful – Barbara G Tarn

The young man sat and stretched his arms, yawning.

 

“Where is everybody?” he asked, still sleepy.

 

“There is nobody around,” Kerrien answered. “The castle is abandoned.”

 

“What?” The green eyes stared at him, shocked.

 

Kerrien motioned towards the windows opening onto the courtyard. The young man slowly got up, stared puzzled at Kerrien’s boot tracks on the floor and headed for the windows, turning back to look at his own tracks in the dust.

 

“Do you have a name?” Kerrien asked, crossing his arms over his chest as the young man put his forehead on the window pane and gasped in surprise.

 

“Rithvik,” came the absentminded reply. “What happened out there?”

 

“I guess everybody left,” Kerrien answered. “You might have slept for longer than you think.”

 

“I… slept…” Rithvik mused, then turned to look at him. “And what are you doing here?”

 

“Looting, what else?” He chuckled. “Actually, I’m a bounty hunter. Four bandits had found refuge in that tower over there. The loot was taken by the town militia, and I was paid for finding them.”

 

“What town?” Rithvik asked, puzzled.

 

“Backeran.”

 

“There’s no such town!”

 

“Come on, Rithvik…”

 

Prince Rithvik!” The young man straightened and glared at him.

 

“Prince of what? Dust and spiders?” Kerrien teased.

 

“My kingdom is wealthy and mighty! We even managed to stay independent from the Moren Empire!”

 

Kerrien did a quick calculation.

 

“I’m sorry to inform you that the last Moren emperor died more than a century ago.” He was starting to enjoy the conversation. The young man was gorgeous but a little too full of himself. “Like I said, this place is abandoned. Come downstairs and see for yourself.”

 

 

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Author Alexandra Butcher Biography

British-born Alexandra Butcher (a/k/a  A. L. Butcher) is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet, and a dreamer, a lover of science, natural history, history, and monkeys. Her prose has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.  She writes with a sure and sometimes erotic sensibility of things that might have been, never were, but could be.

 

Alex is the author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles and the Tales of Erana lyrical fantasy series. She also has several short stories in the fantasy, fantasy romance genres with occasional forays into gothic style horror. With a background in politics, classical studies, ancient history and myth, her affinities bring an eclectic and unique flavour in her work, mixing reality and dream in alchemical proportions that bring her characters and worlds to life.

 

 

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Irons in the Fire by @PenelopeMarzec #romance #paranormalromance #giveaway


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Title: IRONS IN THE FIRE

 

Author: Penelope Marzec

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Publisher: Originally published by New Concepts Publishing and then later published by Crescent Moon Press. It has now been reissued by the author.

 

 

Book Blurb:

Descended from fairies, Catherine wears a mystical cross to protect her from the Others. Without her uncle’s ancient book of spells, she cannot harness her powers and though she can foresee the future, she can do nothing to change it.

 

As her uncle is murdered, she nearly drowns. Britt Jenkins comes to her rescue. He believes she is a fraud when she tries to warn him of his own impending doom, but as he works with her to find her uncle’s killer, he finds himself losing his heart to her.

 

Catherine falls hard for Britt, and must risk her life in an attempt to save him and foil the plans of the Others.

 

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This was the first time she’d ever had such a strong premonition while awake, but it had turned out to be wrong. She had made a mistake. Could she also be wrong about Uncle Mike’s murder and the clue in the note?

 

“Where have you been?” Jenkins’ voice rumbled from below.

 

Startled, she quickly hid both hands behind her back. Why should he care where she had been?

 

“Walking.”

 

He gave a mighty yank on the ratchet wrench. Her heart did a little whirl as she watched his muscles bulge and tense.

 

“You shouldn’t be out walking by yourself,” he growled before giving the wrench another tug. The sinews in his shoulders rippled and something melted inside her. Perhaps Drew was right. Her emotions had gone haywire.

 

“I’m a big girl,” she retorted coolly. Pivoting, she decided to return to the house and do battle with the cobwebs on the third floor.

 

“Even big girls can’t deflect bullets,” he called.

 

She paused. Was that a threat? Or another attempt at suffocating protection? She swung about. “Who’s going to shoot at me?”

 

“Somebody has already tried, once.” He removed the piece of metal from the piling and ran his right index finger along the edge. As he did, her own finger suddenly felt singed. She had to grit her teeth to prevent a wince.

 

“Perhaps the same person who didn’t like Mike, didn’t like you, either,” he continued.

 

“Take your finger off that thing,” she begged.

 

He gave her a quizzical look, but removed his finger from the metal. The fire in her finger immediately ceased. She let out a sigh of relief, clasping her right hand close to her bosom.

 

Britt stared at Catherine. In a split second, she’d turned a sickly alabaster. Damned hocus-pocus. The vixen had the earmarks of a professional money- grubbing psychic. He placed his finger on the edge of the metal again.

 

“Stop. Please,” she hissed, swaying dizzily at the edge of the bulkhead.

 

He threw the piece into a bucket. That a crazy woman! Lunging for the bulkhead, he swung himself up and over, grabbing a handful of her pink fleece top to lift her away from the edge.

 

“I don’t intend to jump into that water and do the valiant rescue bit every day.” His face hovered inches from hers. Her eerie eyes, wide and searching, made his heart slam up against his chest with a jolt. Taking in an unsteady breath, he put his left hand up to her waist, intending to place her gently on her own two feet. But his hand didn’t land on rough cotton. It slid against smooth skin. Instinctively, his fingers sought the small of her back, and he pressed her up against him.

 

“You beast!” she spat. “Put me down this instant.”

 

The touch of her hands against his chest seared right through the heavy bib of his overalls. He dropped her like a hot coal. “Damn you, Catherine Mullaney. You’re one hell of a witch,” he swore.

 

 

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Penelope Marzec grew up along the Jersey shore, heard stories about Captain Kidd, and dug for his buried treasure. All she got was a bad case of poison ivy. Deciding books were better than buried treasure, she discovered romance novels and was soon hooked on happy endings. She became an early childhood educator and found her own hero in an electrical engineer who grew up in Brooklyn, played the accordion, and was immune to poison ivy. Together they raised three daughters. Now retired, Penelope either writes her stories or paints seascapes in oils. Sometimes she sings while her husband plays the accordion.

Twice a winner and once a finalist of the EPIC Ebook Awards for inspirational fiction, she continues to love romances with happy endings.

 

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In Hell, We Reap What You Sow — Hell Hounds by @WestonAndrew #darkfantasy #books


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Title: Hell Hounds

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:

Feared throughout the many circles of the underworld, Satan’s Reaper – and chief bounty hunter – Daemon Grim, is known as a true force to be reckoned with.

 

Having eliminated a major player in the uprising eating its way like a cancer through the underbelly of hell, Grim is stunned to discover he cannot afford to rest on his laurels, for the rebellion runs far deeper than was ever imagined. New players have emerged – denizens with uncanny abilities – who seem determined to support Chopin and Tesla’s revolutionary agenda.

 

Ever keen to test their mettle, the Sibitti – personified weapons of the ancient Babylonian plague god, Erra – also appear eager to capitalize on the growing unrest, and set about maneuvering events in order to place themselves in direct opposition to Grim’s investigation.

 

And if that was not cause for concern enough, there’s an insane angel on the loose, a creature as hell-bent on creating havoc as he is to return home.

 

How do Grim and his rabid pack of bounty hunters respond?

 

Baying for blood – doesn’t even begin to describe it.

 

Excerpt

Deep beneath the streets of Olde London Town, the brick-lined galleries of the main sewers resounded with the echoes of pursuit. Water splished and filth sploshed in time to erratic footfalls, and every now and then, each resonating burst of frenzied activity was punctuated by an interlude of hacking sobs as the terrified victim tried to catch both his breath and his bearings.

 

The endless chain of low wattage emergency beacons dotted along the apex of the tunnels stretched off into the distance. But their wan light did little to dispel the midnight embrace leaching into every nook and cranny, and if anything, only served to define the darkness into tighter clusters.

 

Isabella Castile slowed her pace and judged her prey’s progress.

 

It had been like this for more than an hour, ever since her quarry had discovered his second wind, in fact, and a determination to fight against the seeming inevitability of his situation.

 

Why Isabella had chosen this particular denizen, she didn’t know. Maybe the color of his hair, the cut of his pinstripe suit, the way he turned his nose up at those around him. None of it mattered now, for once started, she would continue the hunt until she had added his name to a growing list of damned souls who found themselves, at her behest, in dread repose upon the Undertaker’s slab.

 

His haphazard course through the maze was a clear indicator of the Blue Suit’s panic, and the notion that he would leave his fate to happenchance only spurred Isabella to greater efforts. That, and the sour aftertaste lacing his pheromone-ridden trail.

 

Isabella reached the latest in a long line of junctions. Pausing just long enough to taste the ether, she quickly determined his new route and set off with a fresh spring in her step and a deepening ache in her throat.

 

Not long now, my sweet. Not long.

 

A cruel smile stole its way across her lips.

 

Plunk!

 

The betraying splash tolled like a death knell in the dark.

 

Halting her advance, Isabella hugged the shadows along the far wall, and sang: “Can you hear what I hear?”

 

Her tuneful query elicited nothing but silence.

 

Creeping forward, she peered around the lip of a side shaft, her fingers testing the air like spider legs on a web. “And can you see what I see?”

 

A knife appeared in her hand where nothing had existed before. Then it was gone, traversing the fifty-foot gap in the blink of an eye.

 

A grunt coughed out of the gloom. Then a stifled curse. Moments later, the filthy waters slopping about Isabella’s feet turned crimson.

 

She stepped out into the scant illumination offered by a meager cone of light from the ceiling and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.

 

“No, please. I’ll give you anything you want . . .” was all the Blue Suit managed to gasp before calamity fell upon him.

 

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Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives with a large amount of cats in a medium sized house on a small Greek island.

 

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international #1 bestselling and critically acclaimed IX Series, and has the privilege of contributing to the Heroes in Hell shared universe.

 

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Iridessian Haunts by Amy J Hamilton @WriteNaughty is a Must-Read! #Halloween #paranormal #SFF


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Title Iridessian Haunts

Author Amy J Hamilton

Genre Paranormal Sci-Fi

Publisher Radish Fiction

 

Book Blurb

Kanner, Nix and the team have been sent to a primitive planet ahead of the construction companies. Their remit is to ascertain the viability of peacefully living on Iridessia alongside the indigenous species.

Probes have already sent back favourable reports.

The probes had not met the locals.

Kanner and Nix must observe the creatures on the planet whilst dealing with dark forces their best scientists will have difficulty explaining.

 

 

Excerpt

“I suppose you want to go down those tunnels, don’t you?” Nix asked while Kanner nodded his head.

 

“You know the sensible thing is to get out?” Nix continued.

 

“Or,” Kanner began, “maybe the sensible thing is to walk down the tunnels and see if there’s some form of alien tech down there that could produce our ‘ghost’ for want of a better word.” Kanner’s voice trailed off to a mumble as he made mental lists of what to take and what they might encounter.

 

“What happened to ‘no inhabitants matching the intelligence of humankind’?” Nix asked.

 

“I feel I should say something like they were aiming really low when they sent us here.”  Kanner saw a scathing look on Nix’s face and backtracked.

 

“I’m joking. We’re scouting this planet with some of the best minds available.”

 

He was interrupted by Nix,

 

“I can’t see my breath.”

 

Kanner gave him a blank look.

 

“That’s what happens when there are ghosts,” Nix said, “it gets colder and you see your breath in front of you.”

 

“Or maybe there’s a crack somewhere in the rock and a cold draft is getting in from outside. Maybe the wind just dropped. From what we can tell it’s Iridessia’s autumn and it is most certainly getting colder at night.

 

As more minutes ticked past, Nix recovered.

 

“Let’s start on the left,” Kanner said. A brief “OK” was Nix’s only reply.

 

“Are you really OK with this? We can go back if you’re not sure.”

 

“No, let’s do it. I won’t hear the end of it back at base if I wimp out now.”

 

The left-hand tunnel was, as expected, pitch black. Kanner adjusted the light on his helmet to emit a wider beam into the tunnel.

 

“Mind, there’s an uneven step down. Nothing to see. It looks like an empty tunnel. The light isn’t penetrating very far. Watch, slippery patch,” Kanner announced as he took small steps forwards into the darkness.

 

“I’m at the end,” Kanner said unnecessarily as both men reached out to touch the cold, damp wall. Their contact produced a searing white light which filled the surrounding space. They yelled and tried to shield their eyes with their arms. Turning their backs on the walls they blindly made their way back along the dank, stone corridor. Their bodies bumped into each other in their haste to escape the intense light.

 

“Kanner, why is the tunnel longer on the way out?” Nix asked still shielding his eyes with his arm.

 

“I don’t know, but I was thinking the same thing. Maybe we’re almost…”

 

They spilt out of the tunnel and sprawled across the floor having been caught out by the natural step formation at the entrance. Darkness overcame them for a few moments as the pair groaned and complained. Kanner sat up with his knees bent and rested his arms on his legs.

 

“Nix, you OK?” he asked.

 

“Yeah,”

 

“We should leave,” Kanner began,

 

“About time,” Nix said pulling himself to his feet and reaching down to give Kanner a hand up. They turned their backs on the trio of tunnels and took a step towards the cavern between them and the tunnel to the outside world.

 

“Kanner,” Nix began,

 

“I know,” Kanner answered. They had no control as their bodies were manipulated to face the tunnels again. Both men let out a yell as they felt their bodies snatched into the air and flung into the middle tunnel. They approached the end wall at high speed and had no ability to slow themselves or shield their heads from the impending impact. Breath squeezed out of them as they stopped inches away from sudden death. They hung in mid-air incapable of speech or movement. The lights on their helmets and arms shone but had no effect on the surrounding darkness.

 

The lights went out.

 

Kanner tried to move his mouth to speak, but his jaw moved too slowly and no sound came out. He had no connection with anything. He couldn’t see or hear Nix and he couldn’t feel the tunnel on any side of him. The universe around him felt like it had been erased leaving him hanging in the absence of everything.

 

Kanner felt his head snap backwards and was dragged by the chest in an unknown direction. When he dropped unceremoniously onto the hard, damp floor, he realised he had been expelled from the second tunnel. He immediately looked around for Nix.

 

“Make. It. Stop,” Nix said through gritted teeth. He was fighting and losing the battle as his feet took him closer to the third tunnel.

 

Kanner tried to pull him back but again felt his body hoisted into the air. His ability to breathe disappeared. His body tried to panic, but even that function was removed. Kanner hurtled into the third tunnel and landed just behind Nix as he walked through the end wall. The lights from Kanner’s gear worked in the last tunnel. The wall at the end was some sort of transparent rock. Through it, he could see Nix surrounded by some of the more vicious creatures they had encountered on the planet. Kanner threw a hand into the wall but was stopped, bruised and scraped for his efforts. The animals closed in on Nix who appeared to be in a trance. Kanner was powerless to help. He slammed both palms on the wall he could still see through and pressed his forehead in-between them. He hoped with everything he possessed that Nix wasn’t really there and they were both unconscious somewhere rather than about to experience the fate he saw ahead of him. He closed his eyes in defeat.

 

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Author Biography

Amy J Hamilton is about 300 years old and was spawned on an alien planet. She exists mainly on coffee and chocolate, but mainly coffee.

She has been writing since she could hold a pencil in her left nostril. Amy’s books fall into various genres: Erotic/Sci-Fi: Lunar Medical series (Modified, Nate and Day), Sci-Fi Murder Mystery: Missing Remnants. Paranormal Sci-Fi: Iridessian Haunts.

 

Amy currently writes for Radish Fiction, the serialised fiction app, free to download for iOS and Android. The first three chapters are always free.

She has a husband, two teenagers, tropical fish, a tortoise, a degu and a bearded dragon who can fly and breathe fire (lie). In her spare time, she bakes things, sews things and play things on the piano.

 

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Will they dig themselves out or snuggle in? Never Say Never by @RuthACasie #romanticsuspense


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Title Never Say Never from Snowbound in Havenport

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Publisher Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb

Pam Dawes has always done what was expected by her high-society parents and friends. Look where that got her. Husband number two is quickly becoming a bad memory. She’s through with men. Never again.

 

Mikhail Ivanovich Stephanov, doesn’t care what happens to himself—revenge for his family is all that matters.

 

When a freak storm brings down communications, Pam’s the only one who can help the mysterious Russian who washes up on her dock. Sparks reignite when they realize they’d met years ago. Mik’s more than willing to put his vendetta aside, until Pam becomes the target of the Russian thugs that have infiltrated Havenport’s coast. He’d die to keep her safe.

 

They’d both sworn to never love again. Will they learn to never say never?

 

Excerpt

Pam sighed. A few more minutes with Marta wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps a diversion would get her out of her mood. Her marriage to Merle, husband number two, was over years ago. The legalities lingered, but with the finality only weeks old, she looked back on her marriage and wondered how she’d got into this situation again.

 

Love wasn’t part of the equation. If anything, it was all calculation. Her rebellious days were tamed, and in the end she did everything according to her social position—married the right man who had the right business acumen and belonged to the right family. As a result, she’d expanded her already extensive bank account and became a prominent personality in Havenport, if not Rhode Island, society.

 

Her mother said love found people over time. It found Merle…with someone else. Good for him. He was a bastard, but he found his love. As for her? She accepted that love had lost its way where she was concerned.

 

Just once she wanted to be the object of someone’s attention, not her money or social standing, and have a relationship like her best friend. In love at least, Rachel followed her heart rather than her head.

 

Heart. Did she have one? It didn’t beat with excitement or anticipation. These days, she raised her heart rate training at the gym for the Tough Mudder challenge. She’d been the weakest person on the team when she started six months ago, and now trained four days a week for the May event. She worked her way out of the training basement and became one of the top two women on the team. Great benefits came with her improved upper-body strength. Made carrying shopping bags so much easier. She coughed over a chuckle.

 

Pam stared at the small pool of liquid and twigs in the bottom of her tea cup. Her question? Coward. She didn’t have the nerve to ask, and didn’t really want to hear the answer sitting in her heart. She didn’t need a third strike. No. Never again. Her life was fine. She was fine. No longer would she assume the part of the victim. Heroine. That’s the role she wanted.

 

Bring on the tea leaf reading.

 

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RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of action-adventure time-travel historical romance about strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Her short story, The Game’s AFoot finaled in the Aspen Gold contest. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance.

 

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Happily Ever Afters by @rachell_magee Makes You Believe in the Power of Love! #romance #cr4u


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Title: Happily Ever Afters

Author: Rachel Magee

Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Clean Reads

 

Book Blurb:

Lainey Stratton does not fall in love with strangers she meets on vacation. It simply doesn’t make logical sense. So when Lainey meets Carter Thompson on the first day of her Caribbean vacation, she knows it could never amount to anything more than a crush.  At the end of the vacation she will return to Dallas and he will return to DC, and that will be the end of it. Well, unless he wants to join her at a friend’s destination wedding, which would be considered vacation too, right?

 

But when an unexpected tragedy sends Lainey’s logical world spiraling out of control, she realizes her vacation crush might be the only one who can help her pick up the pieces of her shattered life.  That is, as long as she can get out of the way of her own happiness.  And as long as Carter’s past doesn’t catch up with him before she gets a chance.

 

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He had just finished his conversation and pushed his empty bottle across the bar when I walked up.

 

“You look amazing,” he said. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans and I noticed his eyes slip south before he regained control and forced them back up to my eyes.

 

I knew this dress was too short.

 

“You up for a little walk? There’s this little place down the road I’ve heard has the best monfongos.” He nodded his head toward the street entrance of the resort. I followed him through the lobby.

 

“Sounds great. I think. What are monfongos?”

 

Carter leaned in as if he were about to share a huge secret with me. “I have no idea,” he whispered. “Some sort of traditional Puerto Rican dish, I think.” We walked past the taxi stand and on down the palm tree lined sidewalk.

 

“Then I definitely think we should try them,” I whispered back. “Any idea what’s in it?”

 

He shrugged. “Nope. But tonight, I’m feeling daring. How about you?”

 

Daring was not a way I often felt. I preferred to make decisions based on fact and scientific reason. But for some reason, on this picturesque street with this handsome semi-stranger, daring sounded like a great idea.

 

“As long as I can point at the menu instead of trying to pronounce it. My Spanish has an embarrassing amount of Texan accent in it.”

 

“I think that can be allowed.” He opened the door of the restaurant for me. “And for the record, I like the accent,” he drawled, before turning his attention to the hostess.

 

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Author Biography:

Rachel wrote her first novel when she was twelve and entered it into a contest for young author/illustrators. Unfortunately, the judges weren’t impressed with her stick figures. So she dropped the dream of becoming a world famous illustrator and stuck to spinning stories. When she’s not busy working on her latest book, she loves to travel with her family and friends. By far, her favorite destination is the beach, which tends to work its way into most of her stories. Between vacations, you can find her at home in The Woodlands, TX with her wonderful husband, their two adventurous kids and a couple of spirited pets, all of whom share Rachel’s love of the ocean. Well, except the cat and dog. They’re both afraid of water. Find out more about what Rachel has been up to at rachelmageebooks.com.

 

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Aliens in the Barn by @kyndrahatch #ScienceFictionRomance #SFR #books


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Title:

Aliens in the Barn

 

Author:

Kyndra Hatch

 

Genre:

Science Fiction Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Finding solitude in a human’s abandoned construct, Bazin hopes against hope to be reunited with his bond-mate one day.

 

Miaxa has traveled thousands of light-years to find her missing mate, only to find he has befriended an organic and is even living in some organic structure.

 

Alexander Maddox has a special job with the government involving aliens from another world. The ones living in his barn were unexpected. Misunderstandings a daily occurrence, he is sure his resident aliens will be the death of him.

 

Excerpt:

“Looking for ghosts?” his wife’s voice sounded from directly behind him. Alex’s heart leapt to his throat as he jumped and turned around to face her, his hand going up to clutch his chest. She laughed.

 

“You scared me to death,” he whispered, mindful of his voice so he didn’t wake the kids, laughing as well.

 

Beth peered out the window with him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re avoiding the new one.”

 

“What, like you avoid Bazin?”

 

“I do not avoid Bazin,” she protested.

 

“Yes you do. He says you tiptoe around the house and peek out the windows at him when I’m not here. He goes to the barn just so you’ll feel comfortable enough to go outside with the kids.”

 

She blinked. “And how does he know that?”

 

“So, it is true.” Alex watched her get riled up and then continued as he looked out of the window again, “He can read heat signatures in the house, so he knows.”

 

“Well, that’s just creepy, Alex. Please ask him to stop doing that.”

 

“He just gets bored. It’s harmless.”

 

“I don’t care.”

 

“Well,” Alex peered out of another window. “I don’t think you have to worry about being here alone with him anymore.”

 

“Right, as if one alien isn’t screwed up enough as it is.”

 

“Earlier, you said you wanted him to be happy.”

 

“I want him to be happy, not creepy.” Beth followed as he walked to the front door, pulling back the blind just so. “You know, if they can read our heat signatures, don’t you think they know you’re doing that?”

 

Alex slumped. Bazin was probably amusing himself with the knowledge that both the Maddox’s were hiding behind the front door. He walked out onto the porch, but Bazin wasn’t out there. Neither was the other one.

 

That crazy not-wife of his must have found him.

 

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Author Biography:

Kyndra Hatch grew up with a fascination for science fiction and a deep interest in ancient civilizations, a combination which fuels her active imagination. After twelve exciting years as an archaeologist, Kyndra has decided to take a break from her career to have more time with her husband of fifteen years. She pursues a passion for writing and has discovered her works have a decidedly science fiction romantic flair. She is an active member of the SFR Brigade and her debut story, “The Stranger,” won the 2014 SFR Galaxy Award for Outstanding Debut Story.

 

Kyndra also writes science fiction, horror, and dark humor short stories as L.K. Hatchett.

 

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Missing Remnants by Amy J. Hamilton @WriteNaughty Intrigues Mrs. N #mystery #scifi #books


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Title: Missing Remnants

 

Author: Amy J Hamilton

 

Genre: Sci-Fi Murder Mystery

 

Publisher: Radish Fiction

 

 

Book Blurb:

Track is the best detective the Si-Cross 4 station has. He has been forced to take three months off, just as a woman dies at his front door after asking for his help. Suspecting an outbreak, the Authority submits Track to a gruelling decontamination process, while someone ransacks his apartment and dismantles his pet robot dog, Banyon. With little help available to him, Track undertakes the investigation the Authority insists on closing within hours. He’s being followed. He has no backup. His trusted colleagues are avoiding him. Someone is pretending to be his dead husband. Will Track survive to solve the mystery of the Missing Remnants?

 

Excerpt

 

“You have unused leave. Take it,” Beynard ordered.

 

I was temporarily incapable of speech. Beynard was not known for a soft side. He was about as much a people person as I was. It wasn’t the order that shocked me. It was the uncontrollable fear of what the hell I’d do with that much free time.

 

“You’ve accrued three months. This is beyond the limit allowed to accumulate on the system,” he sat in his chair looking down at me with disdain. His lips were permanently stuck in a disapproving expression.

 

“OK, well, what if I carry on working and lose the leave?” I asked.

 

“Not an option. You either take the leave or you’ll be Centred. You’ve been classified for study.”

 

Despite the horror, I was not surprised. No-one wanted to be Centred. People left the station rather than spend any time at the Centre. It was a limbo of banal, meaningless tasks supervised by scientists sent to study and correct the behaviour of potential troublemakers. In my case, you could drop the word ‘potential.’

 

“There has to be a way out of this? What if I work shorter shifts? Use some leave that way?”

 

“Not an option,” Beynard repeated, “You’ve been assessed for a while. Your attitude has been deemed unacceptable. You need to hand in your Authority accreditation. I can’t take your weapon, despite you keeping possession of it being a risk to others.”

 

“I am not a risk to others,” I objected.

 

“Tell that to Byrod. He’s on the list for a new jaw.”

 

“I barely touched him. And you saw the footage. He came at me with a knife and I had to defend myself. The damn thief has had a glass jaw for years.”

 

“Yes, but we are over our quota of allowable injuries to criminals this month. So, you put yourself in the view of the Centre with that punch. A new jaw costs money.”

 

“Then use my leave to pay for it and I’ll carry on working.”

 

“It won’t cover it.”

 

I breathed in deeply and let out an exasperated sigh. I was running out of ideas. If my leave wasn’t enough to cover the cost of a new jaw, my savings certainly weren’t.

 

“So, what is the Authority’s real view on this?” I asked, “I should have taken the knife wound and let him get away with the serum?” I stared at Beynard and scratched the side of my face. I knew the answer.

 

“Yes. A knife wound in you would cost the Authority less to fix than replacing a criminal’s jaw.”

 

My hand moved to scratch the stubble on my chin. I’d shaved that morning too.

 

“Or maybe I should have just shot him and only accrued the cost of recycling the body,” see what I mean about making trouble? Sometimes I just don’t know when to stop.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Amy J Hamilton is about 300 years old and was spawned on an alien planet. She exists mainly on coffee and chocolate, but mainly coffee.

She has been writing since she could hold a pencil in her left nostril. Amy’s books fall into various genres: Erotic/Sci-Fi: Lunar Medical series (Modified, Nate and Day), Sci-Fi Murder Mystery: Missing Remnants. Paranormal Sci-Fi: Iridessian Haunts
Amy currently writes for Radish Fiction, the serialised fiction app, free to download for iOS and Android. The first three chapters are always free.

She has a husband, two teenagers, tropical fish, a tortoise, a degu and a bearded dragon who can fly and breathe fire (lie). In her spare time, she bakes things, sews things and play things on the piano.

 

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Chronicles of the Coranydas by Award-Winning Author @Rtranbooks #epicfantasy #IARTG #SFF


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Title: The Rashade’ : Chronicles of the Coranydas Volume 1

Author: Rebecca Tran

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

“I killed many more men after that, but it is his face that I will always remember.” Mara

 

After her father was murdered before her eyes, Mara Coranyda traded a life of privilege, for one devoted to vengeance. Shortly into her quest to find the mage that murdered him, Mara discovered it wouldn’t be an easy task to accomplish. Not only would she have to find the magical artifacts to destroy him, but she would also have to raise an army to stop his conquest of her homelands.

 

Excerpt:

Kailin pulled her in closer to him and stared at her with his violet eyes. It was a thrill that she instantly rebelled against. “You’re not going to let that stop you. Not when you have the opportunity to show all these people that you’re every bit as good as a man.” Kailin voiced almost the exact thoughts running through her head.

 

“All right, but you will look rather silly when you lose to a woman in a dress.”

 

“You could change.”

 

“No, this took entirely too long to put on.”

 

“I must say it was worth the effort. You look stunning.” He smiled at her as he stopped dancing and pulled her to the far end of the room. He took her through the tower and out onto a cobblestone courtyard. An elevated wooden platform sat at the far end with racks of weapons on each of its four sides. Stopping in front of one of the racks, Kailin picked up a sword and handed it to Mara. She let it fall to the ground insulted. She stepped over the sword on the ground and walked down the row of weapons until she found one that suited her. She felt its weight and tested its balance before moving to the platform.

 

“That’s my sword,” he said, a little surprised at her choice.

 

“Well, it’s much nicer than the piece of tin you handed me. May I borrow it?”

 

He relented as he followed her onto the platform. Kailin drew the sword at his waist and waited for Mara to make her move. She, however, was more patient than him and let him make the first move. He lunged forward and she blocked it easily with a clang of steel that hung in the cool night air. He swung and she blocked again. A guard came running to see what was going on. He watched for a moment before leaving again.

 

A few minutes later, two more guards arrived. They stood at the edge of the platform to watch. Mara worked Kailin back toward the edge of the platform, but he found an opening and managed to force her back. The match was already five minutes in without a single point. People continued to hurry in to watch.

 

“MARA!” Kess yelled. Distracted, Kailin looked up for a moment and Mara seized the opportunity. With a flick of the wrist, she disarmed Kailin sending his sword flying. In one fluid movement, she swept his leg, spun around, and caught his sword. Now on his knees before her, she stopped with both blades crossed against his throat.

 

The crowd hollered and cheered. Wayette, who was also caught up in the moment, began clapping. Kess, however, remained unimpressed. He saw that move countless times and knew its counter. As showy as the move was, he was no longer fooled, unlike Kailin. The crowd loved it though, and it left no doubt as to why she chose to take such a risk. She’d used this opportunity to prove a point to the noble class. From here it would filter down, beginning the reputation she so longed for.

 

“Do you yield?” Mara asked simply when the crowd quieted a little.

 

“Yes,” he relented.

 

“Good, my dress almost got dirty!” Mara said more than loud enough for the crowd’s benefit.

 

Buy Links:

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Rebecca Tran

 

Author Biography:

Rebecca Tran is a hybrid author and blogger with three award-winning novels. She started writing when she was sixteen as self-prescribed therapy after her father passed away and hasn’t stopped since. Rebecca is also a pharmacist, wife, and mother to two rambunctious girls and a Boston Terrier. If she ever has free time she likes combing resale shops to add to her teapot collection or quilting. Currently, she lives in her home state of Missouri.

 

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A Guardiian Falls

 

Title: A Guardian Falls : Chronicles of the Coranydas Volume 2

Author: Rebecca Tran

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:
“I only want one man’s life. It’s a shame so many will have to die defending him.” Mara.

 

All looks bleak when Mara is forced to return home after her love’s brush with death. She only has one magical artifact and the army seems out of reach. The consequences should she fail or even succeed finally set in and Mara has doubts about everything. There will be a war of blades and magic with Mara at the center, but Mara wonders if she has the strength to survive.

 

Excerpt

Crance began his attack as soon as he was free and had a sword in hand. He lunged but Kess stepped away easily. After practicing with Drake and Mara so long, their graceful movements made Crance seem like he was in a clumsy, drunken stupor. Kess wanted to end this quickly before the buffoon accidentally won. Kess could only hope their enemy fought this poorly. Crance thrust again before taking a more subtle approach. Trying to wear Kess down, he made smaller attacks aimed at his extremities and gut rather than the heart.

 

It wasn’t until Kess took the offense that Crance’s style changed. The clumsiness vanished for the most part and his movements became purposeful. But the grace of an Eighth Rank was still sorely absent. Kess sliced sideways but his blade was deflected. He lunged again and received a deep cut on his shoulder. Kess looked to his sleeve that was now torn and stained crimson. He swallowed a curse before focusing the energy on his technique and the opponent at hand.

 

Crance grinned at drawing first blood. He swung at Kess’ side forcing Crance to reach across his body to defend himself from Kess’ parry. Kess saw the opportunity and began working Crance back. If he could force another sloppy lunge, he could win the match. Kess swung down at an angle purposely leaving an opening in his defense. Crance noticed and lunged. Kess saw it coming and deflected Crance’s blade to the side. Stepping forward, he brought his sword to Crance’s throat stopping short of the fatal blow. Kess asked him to yield and Crance agreed.

 

Kess grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him closer. “Now that you’re done wasting my time, are you with us or not?” he asked coldly.

 

“I am and so are they,” Crance said, nodding toward the men behind him. “Well fought.”

 

 

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A Chance at Christmas by Beppie Harrison @queenskeys is a Sweeping #Regency #Romance!


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Title  A Chance at Christmas

Author   Beppie Harrison

Genre  Historical Romance (Regency)

 

Book Blurb 

A Chance at Christmas tells the story of a Christmas that very nearly never happened for Catherine and her younger brother, struggling with poverty and the boy’s serious disabilities. But an invitation does come for a splendid Christmas at a friend’s great house, and Catherine dares to form a plan that might provide a future for her brother. What she never dreams about is a future for herself as well. Can romance come as a shocking Christmas surprise?

 

Excerpt

There was indeed a man standing close by, his attention fixed on their carriage. There was no one else but them now. He must be the one sent for them.

 

It was going to be all right.

 

He was tall, a young man, clearly a gentleman by his elegant dress. His boots shone and his cloak was multi-caped. He looked at her directly, with cool grey eyes and long lashes that would have been spectacular had he been a woman.

 

“Miss Woodsleigh, I believe?” he asked as she stepped out of the coach. “My sister Katie sent me to fetch you.” His words were as smooth and well-spoken as might be expected of a fashionably-dressed Englishman. Was this then the brother on whom she had pinned her hopes? Elegant he was indeed. Warm-hearted? She hoped he might be.

 

“I am Viscount de Montjoy,” he said.

 

She looked into his face as she came out of the carriage, hearing John’s boots thud behind her as he descended the step. Did the man have some of the look of Katie? He did seem courteous, rather than annoyed to be sent on such an errand. A hopeful sign, perhaps. She smiled at him.

 

Automatically, she reached back to steady John as his left boot landed on the step. Then he shifted balance to his right before stepping, leading again with his left foot, down to the ground. She kept her hand on his elbow as he rocked a bit before standing upright.

 

Viscount de Montjoy, who had answered Catherine’s smile with one of polite welcome, stared past her to John, clearly taking in his lame leg, twisted arm, and all.

 

His forehead creased. “Who is he?”

 

Foreboding plunged from Catherine’s head down to her toes. She took John’s arm.

 

“My brother.” She did not feel her lips move. She made a valiant effort to keep her smile. She would not let disappointment overwhelm her. Not yet. This was Katie’s brother, after all. The man on whom her fragile hopes rested.

 

He surveyed John attentively and then nodded. “I see. Does he require assistance to reach my carriage?” He half turned to indicate a neat, well-maintained landau perhaps fifty feet away.

 

“I do not,” John said for himself just as Catherine began to speak. She folded her lips to cut off words she might have said.

 

The viscount raised his left eyebrow, as if surprised John could speak.

 

“My man will take your bags.” He lifted a peremptory finger and a man in livery approached. A footman, perhaps?  A coachman? Catherine’s family had never run to menservants, and she was unsure of what his position might be. She would have to pay close attention when they were in Katie’s house to make sure she didn’t make mistakes.

 

The footman, if such he was, took the heavy bag from Catherine and as John had set down his lighter one, grabbed that one as well. He headed off in the direction of the carriage and the viscount started to walk briskly after him.

 

He came to a stop almost immediately.

 

“I am sorry,” he said directly to Catherine. “Is my pace too rapid for your brother?”

 

Again John spoke up politely but firmly. “I believe I can nearly keep up, sir,” he said. “You will not have to wait long for me.”

 

The viscount looked at him, the eyebrow raised again. “Indeed.”

 

After a momentary hesitation John set off again. Catherine held back to keep an eye on his progress but he kept pace almost exactly. Perhaps that was just as well. It certainly would demonstrate John could do more than one might expect from a casual glance. Of course his leg would pain him afterward. She hoped there would be a chance for a sit-down and a bit of a rest once they reached their destination.

 

John lurched forward, not far behind the viscount, and Catherine matched her speed to his. Pride for his determination warmed her, even on such a cold winter late afternoon.

 

The viscount waited at the door of the carriage for them to enter. John also waited for Catherine to go ahead of him, but she knew he would need some assistance, however proud he might be. She shook her head as slightly as she could, and John nodded with equal restraint, and she put a hand under his bad elbow as he heaved himself up and in. When she stepped in after him, she started to sit on the seat with its back to the horses, as they had been seated in the coach, but the viscount, following closely behind, would not permit it.

 

“Please take the other seat.”

 

She fleetingly considered objecting for the sake of politeness, but decided quickly against it, and tugged John in the other direction. He fell down on the seat, rather than sitting more gracefully as he was usually capable of doing, but usually he had not just been walking so briskly. Catherine pulled her cloak and skirt around herself, hoping the viscount might not notice.

 

It was so important that he see what John could do, not what he could not.

 

 

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Author Biography 

Beppie Harrison lives on Boston’s South Shore close to the ocean in a big white New Englandish house with her husband, a lawyer daughter, and an assortment of dogs and cats. They live a somewhat trans-Atlantic lifestyle. Her husband is an English architect, and they lived in London at the beginning of their marriage, only moving to the States when they had young children. Now the children are grown, they return to old friends and familiar places as frequently as they can. In many ways, England still feels like their second home.

 

For Beppie, the pull from across the Atlantic comes not only from the dales of Yorkshire and the buzz of London, but from Ireland. Did it start with its literature, its green beauty, or its wonderfully garrulous people? However it happened, both England and Ireland draw her now.

 

Her first fiction trilogy, the Heart Trilogy, is placed primarily in Ireland during the Regency period. The Grandest Christmas, a companion novella for the holiday season, is a warm and cozy read for Christmastime. Her upcoming quartet of novels is placed again in Regency times, but, as introduced by the novella The Dowager’s Season, introduces four cousins to the excitement and romance of London’s presentations and balls.

 

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“Let her go!” Honorable Assassins by Barbara G. Tarn #fantasy #books #giveaway


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Title Honorable Assassins

Author Barbara G.Tarn

Genre Fantasy

Publisher Unicorn Productions

 

Book Blurb

The birth of the Assassins’ Guild of Godwalkar. Members of the Assassins’ Guild can be as honorable as anyone. They might be trained to kill, but they’re just people with loved ones to protect and avenge.

 

How two southern runaways found refuge in kingless Godwalkar and started and assassins’ school that trained the best, including Kilig the Sword.

 

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The first 50 get the ebook in their preferred format with 50% discount

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Use coupon code is XG43E (not case-sensitive)

 

 

Excerpt

Khanda was in front of the fountain, struggling against Khopesh. He had obviously taken all her secret weapons – her dagger lay on the ground – and was trying to force himself on her. To her credit, Khanda wasn’t screaming for help, but Talwar didn’t think she could stop his cousin.

 

He stepped into the garden, squeezing the shaft of his weapon and gritting his teeth.

 

“Let her go!” he ordered.

 

Khopesh stopped trying to kiss her and rip her bodice off to glare at him.

 

“Get out of here, Ajay. I told you she’s mine.”

 

“I’m not yours!” Khanda struggled again and slapped him.

 

Khopesh held her even tighter, so Talwar whirled his pole-arm and hit his cousin in the back with the shaft, not the blade. Khopesh groaned and scowled at him. He let go of Khanda and pulled out his double-bladed katar.

 

“Get out of here, Ajay!” he repeated threateningly.

 

“My name is Talwar. And she doesn’t want you to touch her.”

 

Khopesh swung his arm with a scream of anger, but Talwar jumped back. Instead of using the blade, he used the bottom of the pole-arm to thrust.

 

Tum zinda ho!” he whispered, activating the spell of the seal of the Goddess Zindagi.

 

Khopesh screamed in pain, thrown back by the green magic flame of the seal. He fell on his back and shivered uncontrollably before passing out. Talwar saw that his cousin’s tunic was burned and that his skin was marked by the seal of Zindagi, a burning scar that would never allow him to forget.

 

Khanda had gasped when Khopesh had been hit, but she recovered first. She grabbed Talwar’s wrist with both hands and shook him.

 

“Let’s get out of here, quickly!” She picked up her dagger from the floor and they rushed out of the garden and the palace. “What did you just do?” she asked, worried, as they mixed with the crowd in the paved streets of Agharek.

 

“I went back to the monastery to say good-bye to my teachers and the abbot thought I deserved to take the pole-arm with me, even though I’m an assassin,” he answered, still breathless. “The seal of Zindagi doesn’t kill. Khopesh will have a scar to remind him that no means no.”

 

“He’s not dead?” she insisted.

 

“No, but the spell hurts more than the scarification rite, obviously…”

 

“Then we must leave this place,” she said, determined, stopping to look him in the eyes. “He will never forgive you, and will make our life miserable. Even if your father and mine agree to our wedding, he’ll do everything in his power to destroy us.”

 

 

Buy Links

Ebook available on Amazon, Apple, Barnes&Noble, DriveThruFiction, Kobo and Smashwords

 

Paperback on Amazon, Createspace and other retailers.

 

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Author Biography

Barbara G.Tarn had an intense life in the Middle Ages that stuck to her through the centuries. She prefers swords to guns, long gowns to mini-skirts, and even though she buried the warrior woman, she deplores the death of knights in shining chainmail. She likes to think her condo apartment is a medieval castle, unfortunately lacking a dungeon to throw noisy neighbors and naughty colleagues in. Also known as the Lady with the Unicorns, these days she prefers to add a touch of fantasy to all her stories, past and present – when she’s not wandering on her fantasy world of Silvery Earth or in her Star Minds futuristic universe.

 

She’s a writer, sometimes artist, mostly a world-creator and story-teller. Two of her stories received an Honorable Mention at the Writers of the Future contest. She writes, draws, ignores her day job and blogs at: http://creativebarbwire.wordpress.com.

 

 

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Author @CharJGordon Introduces Her Brand New #Romance: Beware the Blue-Eyed Thunderbolt #books


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Title: Beware the Blue-Eyed Thunderbolt
Author: Charmaine Gordon
Vanilla Heart Publisher

 

Blurb:

Yes, it can happen, you see. Blue eyes can connect at the Vet and suddenly it’s love. But she’s not ready and he’s about to adopt two girls, children of his deceased sister. She has 4 cats and a business called Get Gorgeous; he has a puppy and a busy doctor business. Do you think it can work out? Personally, I’m not sure. Read and find out.

 

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Beware-Blue-Eyed-Thunderbolt-Charmaine-Gordon-ebook/dp/B07623PY7R

 

Giveaway:

What do you love to read in a romance centered around families?

The best comment regarding romance and family gets a prize. Also write a review and you will receive a sweet gift from Charmaine.

 

Open Internationally.

 

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Twitter @CharJGordon and Facebook keep me busy.

 

For many years I was an actress in New York on daytime drama moving on to movies. Harrison Ford shared a hot dog after I sang Happy Birthday to Melanie Griffith.Oh my! After that the movies rolled in; When Harry Met Sally, SNL with Robin Williams, and lunch with Anthony call me Tony Hopkins during a month long movie. What fun until my lovely voice got lost on the way and I started to write.

The Witching Hour by USA Today Bestseller @RuthACasie #RomanticSuspense #Halloween #MFRWAuthor


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Title The Witching Hour

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Publisher Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb

Rachel Emerson led a charmed life. Steffen Burkett, her greatest love was everything a woman could want and he was hers. But before the wedding invitations were sent, the wedding was cancelled.

 

Fast forward thirty years. Rachel returns to her beloved home on Halloween eve, the day before the house becomes the property of the Historical Society. For years she mourned the loss of her locket, her only connection to Steffen. This is her last chance to find it. Going home takes Rachel on a journey of self-discovery and possibly even reconciliation.

 

Excerpt

Seeing Pam so suddenly caught Rachel off guard. After all these years, the hurt should be gone. However, betrayal ran deep.

 

The Dawes had a long history that went back fifteen generations to Roger Williams and the founding of Rhode Island and Havenport. That the Dawes name was held in high regard was an understatement—they enjoyed a celebrity status among the locals. Not all family members handled that notoriety well. Most were nice and down-to-earth, but others took their privilege to cruel levels.

 

Rachel couldn’t remember life without Pam. Born days apart, their mothers, close friends themselves, bragged that the girls were bosom buddies in the hospital nursery. More like twin sisters than best friends. They did everything together. Even fell in love with the same boy, Steffen Burkett.

 

Steffen. She smiled.

 

The week before Halloween, on her way home from an afternoon of gathering sea shells at the town beach, intent on getting her favorite hamburger and fries at Mellie’s Diner, she carefully approached Water Street ready to cross.

 

Water Street followed the coastline and was a series of serpentine curves that led to a straightaway as it came into Havenport. The last curve, the one everyone called Killer Curve, carried a double punch. A sharp curve and steep rise not only obscured oncoming traffic, but if you didn’t slow down before the drop, well, you could wind up on the beach, if the tide was out.

 

With nothing in sight, Rachel stepped off the curb. Out of nowhere, she found herself in the crosshairs of an oncoming car. Startled, and incapable of making sense of what was happening, she froze.

 

Breaks screeched, filling the air with the odor of burned rubber. Finally, Rachel came to her senses and jumped back toward the curb, but landed badly, her ankle at an odd angle, and fell to the ground. The car skidded to a stop inches away from her.

 

The door swung open, the engine still running, and from her position on the asphalt, she stared at a pair of muscular legs. Rachel worked to catch her breath. Her sunglasses had gone flying, and with the sun glaring into her eyes, she didn’t recognize who stood over her.

 

“Jeez, I could have— Don’t move. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

 

“Don’t be silly. I’m fine.” Rachel sat up and groped for her sunglasses. He plucked them from the street and handed them to her. She put on the twisted frames. Her eyes traveled from his muscular legs, up his bare, ripped abdomen and chest, to his concerned eyes. Who was he? A tourist? He helped her to her feet.

 

“See.” Her leg buckled and she was light-headed.

 

“Whoa.” He had fast reflexes. He caught her before she hit the ground.

 

He easily held her, as if her hundred and ten pounds were nothing, and he didn’t appear eager to put her down. His hazel eyes were striking, but his smile…took her breath away.

 

 

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Author Biography

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of action-adventure time-travel historical romance about strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Her short story, The Game’s AFoot finaled in the Aspen Gold contest. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance.

 

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#99cents Alert: Saving Grace by @Aubreywynne51 #FridayReads #supernatural #books


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Title  Saving Grace

Author  Aubrey Wynne

Genre  Romantic Suspense

Publisher  Plato Publishing

 

Book Blurb

The ghost of the Pungo Witch meets a shattered heart.

 

Chloe Hicks’ life consisted of an egocentric ex-husband, a pile of bills, and an equine business in foreclosure until a fire destroys the stable and her beloved ranch horse. What little hope she has left is smashed after the marshal suspects arson. She escapes the accusing eyes of her hometown, but not the memories and melancholy.

 

Jackson Hahn, Virginia Beach’s local historian, has his eyes on the mysterious new woman in town. When she enters his office, he is struck by her haunting beauty and the raw pain in her eyes. Her descriptions of the odd events happening in her bungalow pique his curiosity.

 

The sexy historian distracts Chloe with the legend of a woman wrongly accused of witchcraft. She is drawn to the story and the similarities of events that plagued their lives. Perhaps the past can help heal the present. But danger lurks in the shadows…

 

The legend of the Witch of Pungo is based on a historical figure.

 

Excerpt

“Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.” 

 

Late February 2006


Four Seasons Ranch Shawneetown, Southern Illinois

 

Martha Graham 

 

Chloe bolted up, willing the fog in her head to dissipate. The bed sheets were twisted around her ankles. Sweat trickled down her back. The terror froze her limbs while she struggled to calm her thudding heart and listen for the sound all horse owners dread. But it was the smell that made her realize this was not a terrible dream.

 

Smoke.

 

Instinct took over and she scrambled from the four-poster, making a beeline for the back door and the barn. Her toe smacked against the corner of a wall as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Oh god, not my babies. Not Bunny. Panic weighed down her legs as her bare feet hit the gravel. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. She tried to run down the long driveway, her eyes riveted to the red-orange flames shooting up into the black sky. Paul, her trainer, emerged from the darkness, his signature white hat on his head, his face colored yellow from the fiery glow. He signaled for her to take the front of the building as he disappeared around the back.

 

The frigid night air slapped her awake, but a horrifying screech from a panicked horse kicked in her adrenaline. Chloe reached the big, sliding doors and tugged them open. Heat smacked her face, and the smoke assaulted her lungs. Coughing, tears running down her cheeks, she slid back the bolts and opened the stall doors. On the other side, Paul’s voice faintly reached her over the crackle that filled her ears.

 

“Hiya! Move it, move it.”

 

The fire had consumed the other half of the barn where the arena was located. Above her was the loft, filled with winter hay and the last of her savings, now adding fuel to the already intense blaze. She pushed the thought from her mind as the flames shot through the center of the alleyway and the arena caved in.

 

Grabbing one of the lead ropes that hung at each door, she smacked the first horse on the rump and sent him flying out of the barn. The first three horses on each side followed their stable mates into safety with little persuasion. But Duchess, her mother’s old mare, wouldn’t budge. Chloe threw the lead rope over her neck and forced a calm tone. “Easy, girl. That’s my girl. Walk on, now. Walk on.”

 

The old horse snorted and pranced but followed her out of the stall. When they neared the opening, she withdrew the rope and whacked Duchess’ hindquarters. With a leap, the horse disappeared into the gray haze. The acrid odor of scorched hair and burnt wood filled her nostrils. Embers popped. She felt her cheek blister and wiped at it with her shoulder, while leading two more horses out by hand. She could hear BW’s shrill bark and knew he was herding the animals into a paddock as she sent them out.

 

Crack! 

 

Above her, a beam gave way and formed a fiery V. The horses must have sensed it also because they lunged ahead, snapping Chloe’s shoulders forward. She struggled to maintain her balance but fell to the matted floor, her knees striking the hard rubber. A boom behind her sent a spray of sparks, and pain shot along her backside. From the corner of her eye, she saw a strand of her hair spark. She beat at her neck frantically, putting it out with her bare hand. The heat was sweltering now. Images wavered in the flames that licked at the dry timbers of the remaining stalls and the heavy beams above.

 

Scrambling to her feet, Chloe ran outside into the frigid night and stumbled down the drive to help Paul. As she reached the other side of the barn, she doubled over as a coughing spasm racked her body. Hands on her knees, gasping to pull air into her tight chest, she heard him yelling over the crackle and whinnies.

 

“Bunny won’t leave the stall, and won’t let me near her foal.”
“What about Jack?”
“He’s good. C’mon, the roof is gonna give.” His hand tightened around her arm and pulled with such force her feet almost left the ground. Plunging back into the smoking hell, they entered Bunny’s stall and found the foal in the corner.

 

“Paul, I’ll get the foal then Bunny will follow.”

 

Another loud snap from above. She grabbed the lead rope dangling from the horse’s halter and handed it to the trainer. Running a palm down her mare’s neck, she spoke soothingly, “Atta girl, Bunny. There’s my girl. Let’s get your baby out of here.” The mare’s ears perked at her voice and words. Chloe tossed a rope around the foal’s neck and pulled. The baby gave in to the pressure and followed Chloe out.

 

Behind her, a loud, splintering crash was followed by a shrill squeal. Her stomach twisted as she turned to see Paul pulling on the lead rope. A fiery beam pinned Bunny as she thrashed, her legs flying in the air. One hoof caught the man in the head, and he crumpled to the ground.

 

Fighting for air, her chest a tight ball of agony, Chloe stumbled back in and grabbed Paul under his arms. BW appeared at her side. Together, they dragged him out of danger. With the last of her strength, she shuffled backwards until her feet tripped on something solid. She fell, his body tangled in her legs as they both landed with a thud.

 

A sob ripped at her raw throat at the sound of a muffled shriek. Tears spilled down her burning cheeks as she shook the lifeless body on top of her. BW licked at his master’s face. Chloe collapsed, her hand still on Paul’s chest, finding hope in the slight rise and fall of his shallow breathing. In the back of her brain, the sound of sirens wailed faintly. Above her, a shadow loomed. Mike? How did he get here so fast? And then her world went black.

 

 

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Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

 

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Bella and the Beast by @izzySzyn is a Fabulous Retelling! #fairytales #BATB #erotica


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Title Bella and the Beast

Author Izzy Szyn

Genre Erotica/Romance/ Fairy Tales

Publisher Smexy and Fab

 

Book Blurb

You only thought you knew the story of Beauty and the Beast.

 

When Bella’s father runs into the woman known as the Beast, she agrees to take his place as a prisoner for the next six months. Plenty of time to get out of her pending marriage to the son of the village’s wealthiest family.

 

When Bella is sent a list of demands and rules, one rule stood out: DON’T FALL IN LOVE.

 

That seemed simple enough, for who could fall in love with a Beast?

 

18 + due to explicit content and language.

 

Excerpt

“You mean she’s real?” gasped Bella. Bella had heard tales of a woman that people in her village called The Beast. Anna Baste lived in a big house just outside of the village. She’d not been seen since the curse that disfigured her with scars. People said she was evil, sadistic, seducing young women, who claim they were tortured.

 

“Yes,” confirmed Maurice. “Very.”

 

Bella, being very curious about the rumors researched what she’d heard. She watched videos of women with other women. Instead of finding it sick and perverted, Bella thought it was erotic, finding herself wishing she could be seduced like that.

 

Recently her friend from school Wendi, became involved in a dominant relationship with her boss, Miss Belle. Wendi told her of the things that she was made to do with Miss Belle. Things that made Bella envious, things that she knew her friend well enough to know that Wendi loved every minute of being with Miss Belle.

 

“Is she going to help you?” asked Bella.

 

“Yes, for a price,” Maurice answered.

 

“How much money is she asking for?”

 

“It isn’t money she wants,” sighed Maurice. “She wants you.”

 

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Author Biography

New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls.

 

Izzy loves to keep in touch with her readers. Email her at izzyszyn@gmail.com.

 

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“If You Decide to Tell Her, That’s Up to You” Trust With Hearts by @KWilkinsauthor #romance


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Title: Trust with Hearts

Author: Kelli A. Wilkins

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Blurb:

After a bitter breakup, Sherrie Parker seeks refuge at her cousin Dave’s house in rural West Virginia. Early one morning, she runs into Dave’s other houseguest, a singer named Curtis Taylor. The last thing Sherrie wants is to share living quarters with a country music crooner – even if he is sexy, in a cowboy sort of way.

 

Thrown together by circumstances, Sherrie and Curtis get off to a rocky start, but soon discover they have more in common than they ever imagined. Unable to fight their growing attraction, they give in to their desires and start a sizzling summer romance.

 

Everything is perfect between them until Sherrie discovers that Curtis is keeping secrets from her – and his biggest secret of all will change everything. Can their newfound love survive, or will destiny keep them apart forever?

 

Here’s a tame excerpt from Trust with Hearts:

“I told Sherrie to work things out with you. She seemed fine with it,” Dave said as he stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove.

 

Curtis carried the supper dishes to the table. “Yeah, well, that sure changed fast.”

 

He set Sherrie’s plate close to Dave’s. The round table would fit the three of them fine, but he didn’t want to get too close to Sherrie. He didn’t need to start a new fight with her when they hadn’t finished the old one yet.

 

“She came down to the cottage blaming me because she couldn’t sleep. I coulda let that go, until she insulted my music… again,” he added. “Did you tell her about me?”

 

Dave sprinkled black pepper into the spaghetti sauce. “Of course not. All she knows is you’re staying here and working on your music. I didn’t mention anything about,” he paused and looked toward the kitchen doorway, “CJ, or the hospital. If you decide to tell her, that’s up to you.”

 

“I doubt that’s gonna happen, seeing how she feels about country music,” he replied as he arranged silverware next to the plates. “You know I rarely offer up opinions, Dave, but your sweet-lookin’ Yankee cousin’s—”

 

He stopped as he saw Sherrie standing in the doorway. “Oh Lord.”

 

“His Yankee cousin’s… what?”

 

He breathed a sigh of relief. At least Sherrie hadn’t heard him call her sweet-lookin’. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Truth be told, Sherrie was sweet-looking.

 

Waves of chestnut-colored hair framed her oval face. Her almond-shaped brown eyes were draped with long lashes, she had a kissable, rosebud mouth, and from what he’d seen of her this morning, Sherrie was curvy in all the right places. Too bad she acted so moody.

 

He stared into her eyes for a full fifteen seconds. His piercing baby blues were capable of rendering women speechless. They had the power to charm, as well as disarm, anyone.

 

Sherrie shifted her gaze to the floor and he smirked. Direct eye contact had done the trick. Sherrie might have lots of fight, but she had nothing to back it up.

 

“Ornery,” he answered. “I was about to say ‘ornery’.”

 

Dave banged the wooden spoon on the edge of the pot, breaking the tension in the room. “Sher, I thought you were gonna apologize to Curtis.”

 

“I did, but then His Royal Majesty dismissed me.”

 

Curtis moved back as Sherrie strode past him and yanked the refrigerator open. She stuck her head inside and rummaged around.

 

He took advantage of the opportunity and admired the way her denim shorts clung to her backside. A tingle spread through his groin as he envisioned running his hands up the back of her smooth thighs. He turned his head as she took out the pitcher of sweet tea.

 

“What were you looking at?”

 

“Nothin’.” Why did he feel compelled to touch her? It must be hormones, he reasoned. The last thing he needed was to get involved with a Yankee woman who hated him on sight. He scratched his chin and chuckled. Now there was a switch. Women all over the world would pay a fortune to spend five minutes in the same room with him, and yet Sherrie despised him.

 

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

 

“Nothin’.”

 

“Bull.” Sherrie sat at the table and poured herself a glass of tea.

 

He rolled his eyes. Naturally, she had taken his seat. He wouldn’t protest. Sherrie was Dave’s cousin, and he’d been raised to respect women—even stubborn Yankee women…

 

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Kelli Cliffs

 

About the Author:

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

 

Her paranormal-comedy, Beauty & the Bigfoot, was published in September 2017.

 

Kelli released Trust with Hearts, a contemporary romance, in July 2017. Her third gay romance, Four Days with Jack, was released in June 2017. Kelli’s trilogy of erotic romance novellas, Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights was published in spring 2017.

 

Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

 

Kelli’s third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption is a spicy historical western set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

 

Her horror short fiction has appeared in several anthologies. If you like to be scared, don’t miss Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

 

Kelli’s writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative guide filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

 

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor.

 

She also writes a weekly blog: http://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/.

 

Visit her website, www.KelliWilkins.com to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/HVQqb.

 

 

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