A Hand of Magic by @DianeMoatAuthor is Pure Magic! #paranormalromance #bookstagram #books #IARTG


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Title: A Hand of Magic

Author: Diane Moat

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Even in a world of magic . . . the healer must trust in love to be healed.

 

Madison, a healer, is running from the venomous weresnakes when she rescues and heals a werewolf pup who was attacked by a troll. Soon she’s drawn into the pup’s werewolf pack . . . and drawn to the pack’s charismatic and alluring Alpha leader, Alex. Madison swore off love long ago, but the more time she spends with the werewolf pack, the harder it is to push Alex away.

 

Behind his wolfish grin, Alex Spiros’s cautious and dangerous movements mark him as a predator . . . and the killer for his pack. Something about Madison arouses the protector in him, and it’s not just because she is a healer. He worries about her, and wants her to feel safe after being forced to be the weresnakes’ healer. Wanting to protect her and his pack, Alex declares war against the weresnakes.

 

Time is running out for Madison and the pack unless Alex can bring the war to a victorious end. As the war rages, Madison must decide if she’s ready to bond with pack, and surrender to the even rarer bond with Alex, even if it could all be lost in the upcoming battle.

 

Excerpt:

Madison had stayed in the town of Ithaca for too long. The trouble with running, was the moment she caught her breath, she wanted to be running again. Summer in Upstate New York was beautiful, and the peace of camping under the stars the past few nights had been a pleasure. She’d almost forgotten to be afraid.

 

As a healer, her genetic makeup told her she should stay in one place and build a family. Her genes also told her to join a Hand, but she was determined that would never happen. Neither a family nor a Hand were an option, and she could only keep running.

 

A Hand is a small group of magic-wielders and shape-shifters dedicated to each other. These groups are linked for life. They may belong to a larger community, but their loyalty would always be to each other. An individual Hand has five members. No one knew why the number five worked, but any other number made the Hand weaker, out of balance.

 

Three years ago, Madison had been forced into a Hand against her will. Comprised of four weresnakes (one of them doubling as a wizard) and herself. She escaped a few months ago after the wizard was killed, and she’d been hiding ever since.

 

Just the thought of the weresnakes made her look over her shoulder. Yup, it’s definitely time to move on. Rummaging through her backpack, she took stock of what supplies she needed. She’d checked out the map of New York the night before, and had already decided to head east toward the Adirondacks.

 

Eager to get back on the road, she walked toward the highway.

 

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The forests next to the interstate were ten degrees cooler than the pavement of the highway, and Madison stuck to them as she followed the general direction of the road. A combined smell of pine and earth welcomed her into the trees. Mosquitoes whined through the air, but they didn’t bite her. She’d spent an easy summer traveling, but she would have to decide soon about where she wanted to be before winter set in.

 

An hour later, her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar pull off to her right. A vibration in her bones combined with a physical need to move west. When someone was harmed nearby, energy pulsed through her blood and would speed up or slow down depending on the need of whomever was injured. This pulse was steady as she tasted metal.

 

Despite not having felt it in a long time, she knew what the pull meant. No! She didn’t want someone to be injured nearby, but they were anyway.

 

Whatever being she felt, bleeding out farther in the woods, was not likely human or animal. From its bright energy, it seemed some sort of magical being. She tended to feel them more readily than mundane humans. As a healer she couldn’t heal everyone, and she healed magical beings more easily than humans. A type of radar ping would tell her when an injured being was nearby.  The feeling was not like a pull or an itch alone, but a combination of both.

 

She stayed away from heavily populated areas, not wanting to heal anyone, let alone deal with the scrutiny a miraculous recovery at the hands of a mysterious stranger would garner. Her luck had run out.

 

The force of the pull doubled, with no way to ignore the need to heal. The injured being was either coming closer, or injured further. Scanning the area, she found a large tree with several unusual stones on one side. Staring hard at the tree and the surrounding stones, she took off her backpack. While stuffing it between the rocks and the tree, she committed the location to memory.

 

Now lighter on her feet, she picked up her pace toward the injured being. The woods became thicker, and the ambient animal noises quieted. That made it all the more startling, when a child screamed.

 

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No stranger to screams, Madison didn’t run. Instead, she crouched down, duck-walking with her body close to the ground. The screams continued, coming from the other side of several large bushes.

 

After carefully separating branches between two of those bushes, she took in the scene in front of her from one heartbeat to the next. The injured animal wasn’t harmed accidentally, and the aggressor continued inflicting damage as she watched. Fighting down her fear, she stepped through the bushes and into the small clearing.

 

Never having seen a troll before, Madison believed the figure in front of her fit her understanding of those beings. When he heard her, the young troll stopped jamming the tree branch into the small dog. The troll dropped the tree branch as his two large eyes rolled in different directions before coordinating to focus on her. It would have been cartoonish except for the whimpering, blood covered dog at his feet.

 

Keeping her attention on the troll, she sent a small amount of healing energy to the dog. She realized the dog was just a puppy. Her energy would take the pain away first, then work on its wounds. Her best next step would be aggression. She did her best to speak slowly. “My name is Madison, and I am a healer. The puppy is under my protection. Harm him further and you will regret it.”

 

The troll looked like a teenage human boy who played quarterback on the High School football team. With a body more square than a human’s, his eyes worked independently of each other, while several of his teeth jutted at an impossible angle. He was a jigsaw puzzle where several pieces had been replaced with pieces from a different puzzle.

 

She wondered whether the troll would hurt her. Supposedly, healers were protected from harm. There were so few of them. They were historically treated as sacred by all magical creatures. Madison had learned the hard way this rule didn’t always hold. Her memory of troll stories made her think they didn’t follow rules anyway.

 

The troll spoke for the first time. “I caught him, fair and square.”

 

The troll looked behind her, searching for her reinforcements. He’s wondering where my Hand is. She needed to cut off that line of questioning. “My Hand is on their way. They’ll be here in three minutes. You know what I am. I don’t want you hurt.”

 

Luckily, the troll couldn’t sense the lie in the last sentence. She wouldn’t enjoy hurting the troll, but she would do it if it meant stopping him from harming the puppy. Seeing how the troll had harmed the small animal brought out the protective instincts of her healer, and she steeled herself against the violence to come. The troll shifted his weight, clearly unsure whether to run, or to cause more havoc.

 

The puppy’s healing was nearly completed. He (she sensed he was a young male) kept his head down, staying still. Listening to the conversation, his eyes bounced back and forth between the healer and the troll. The way he followed whoever was speaking, made her think he wasn’t a normal young dog. He was likely a werewolf. Just the type of problem she didn’t want or need.

 

Unfortunately for them both, the troll must have decided to cause more havoc, as he picked up the sharp tree branch he held earlier. Typical teenage boy. The troll repeated, “I caught him fair and square.”

 

Here we go. She hoped the werepuppy would run when the action started. Shifting her weight to her back leg, at the same time she drew a silver stiletto blade from her back. One of the troll’s eyes grew large, while the other troll eye shrank smaller. “You’re no healer!”

 

Not bothering to correct him, she threw the knife as hard as she could. Healers weren’t known for their speed, but she made up for her pace with practice. Having done this move by herself so many times, the stiletto became embedded in the troll’s neck before he even took a step.

 

Blood oozed from the hole in the square neck, but the majority of the wound was plugged by the stiletto. Obviously never having been in battle before, the troll made the mistake of pulling out the knife. The gaping hole now gushed the troll’s lifeblood out onto the forest floor. The troll put his hand to his wound to slow the bleeding.

 

Wasting no time, the werepuppy ran past the troll, heading into the thickest part of the woods. Even though she could heal the troll, Madison hardened her heart against it. If she healed him, he could catch up with the werepuppy and harm him again. Having injured the troll enough to save the werepuppy, she still didn’t want the troll’s death. She caught both his eyes before she spoke. “Keep the pressure on your neck as hard as you can and go home.”

 

Taking the opposite direction of the werepuppy, the troll wobbled off. As she lost sight of him, a howl came from miles away. Another howl came from a different direction, followed by a third wolf. Time to leave.

 

Madison ran as fast as the woods would allow. She found the backpack easily. Not taking the time to put it on her back, she held it in front of her and kept running. The location of the howling moved in the direction the troll had gone.

 

Minutes after the howling continued its retreat, she stopped to catch her breath and put on the backpack. Clicking the waist straps together, she started toward the highway.

 

The tone of the howling changed, growing deeper and fiercer. Seconds later, screams came through the trees for the second time that day. These screams weren’t puppy screams – they came from a larger body. At first they sounded more masculine, but then they became shrill. The terrible sounds ended after a few seconds.

 

In the sudden silence, she scrambled up a ravine and burst onto the highway. Her healer sense confirmed what her heart knew – the young troll had died. Even though he would have killed her and the werepuppy, she couldn’t bring herself to be glad of his death.

 

 

Buy Links:

https://www.amazon.com/Hand-Magic-Diane-Moat-ebook/dp/B078JLHYXJ/

 

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Author Biography:

Diane is a Tennessee transplant, animal rescuer, and nurse. Dog Gone is her debut novel, born from years of hearing animal rescuers say about animal abusers, “If only I could get my hands on that person…” Diane is assisted by her many rescue dogs.

 

Social Media Links:

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

Author Website: https://www.dianemoatauthor.com/

Twitter: @dianemoatauthor.com

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If You Love #Suspense, You Have to Read Judy Bruce’s Acclaimed Wind Series! #books #bookstagram


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Title: Voices in the Wind

Author: Judy Bruce

Genre: Mystery-suspense

Publisher: Merriam Press

 

Book Blurb:

The story is set in western Nebraska in the American Midwest. A young attorney accepts a job at her imperious father’s law firm, which forces her to confront tragedies old and new, and leads her into a harrowing fight for survival and the transformation that brings forgiveness and a new perspective. Along the way, the heroine, Megan, must deal with a crooked attorney, a tornado, lots of root beer, a blond stud, voices in the wind, heartbreak, a lunatic with a shotgun, delicious pastries, isolation, and lies.

 

Book Excerpt:

I wasn’t ready to go home. I needed more time to think about the decision that would set the course of my life. Yet I was forced to go now, for the funeral was tomorrow. So I let my Camry take me onto Interstate 80, out of the trees and green, rolling hills of Omaha, westward into the flat dullness of the Great Plains. Cornfields rolled by. Should I take a position at my father’s law firm? Wheat. He’d been prepping me for years—maybe my whole life. Grain silos. Or should I accept the job offer in Omaha I’d received only yesterday? Soybeans. A job in my dinky hometown of Dexter, in the middle of nowhere, meant leaving David behind. Center pivot irrigation. But Uncle Bill and that big ole house I loved were west—just about as far west as you could go in Nebraska. Black Angus. I received the Omaha offer because of all that I already knew, all that my father had taught me. Scrub brush. Did I owe him? Did I belong there?  Buffalo grass. Was I brave enough to deal with all that haunted me—the voices in the wind?

 

When the Rocky Mountains punched through the land in the west eons ago, it thrust the land to the east upward, creating the High Plains. My anxiety rose with the elevation. The commerce of the region changed from grain-reaping to hoof-bearing—I was getting close to home. What should I do? Dealing with my father was a must. And I needed to find out why my recent search yielded no official record of my mother’s death. My stomach cart wheeled.

 

I looped off the interstate southward onto Highway 51, proceeding past the ditches of green weeds and crunchy brown grass interspersed with purple prairie clover, white aster, and pink smartweed. Bluffs, the big chunks of land left after a bazillion years of wind and water, rose out of the ground on both sides of the roadway. Harney Street, located a half mile north of town, came much too quickly. And my father, Frank Docket, was much too eager to see me. He must have timed my trip, including my stop for a sandwich at a truck stop in Grand Island, then left work early.

 

I stopped my car in the double driveway of my home, a stately red-brick two-story with white trim, black shutters, and three attic dormers, and gazed at my father and my uncle who had joined him on the front steps. Juxtaposed, they created an amusing impression—Uncle Bill, age fifty-four, was the robust rancher, weather-hardened and built solid, with a Husker cap covering a thick head of brown-gray hair; next to him stood the equally tall but thin man of fifty-seven years, with the paunch of an office worker and receding brown hair, grayed at the temples, in a white shirt with his navy tie still tight against his neck, bearing a disruption of the face that was meant to be taken as a smile. Uncle Bill greeted me with a bear hug and a big grin. My father thanked me for coming home on short notice then patted my shoulder once as I ascended the front steps into the house. Uncle Bill followed me up the main staircase and plopped my suitcase and garment bag down on my denim comforter.

 

A strange, fleeting thought struck me—how different would my personality, my life be if Uncle Bill was my father?

 

Buy Links:

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Voices-Wind-Judy-Bruce-ebook/dp/B00U3WXSX6

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/voices-in-the-wind-judy-bruce/1121316335?ean=9781770764651

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25041953-voices-in-the-wind

 

Judy Bruce

 

Author Biography:

Judy Bruce is a resident of Omaha, Nebraska, USA, where she lives with her husband and two children. She has a law degree from Creighton University. Judy is the author of the Wind Series: Voices in the Wind, Alone in the Wind, Cries in the Wind, Fire in the Wind and future stories in the series, as well as Death Steppe: A World War II Novel. She maintains a website at judybruce.com and a blog at heyjoood.com.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.judybruce.com/

 

Blog http://www.heyjoood.com/

 

Facebook: You can find her on her public Facebook site (try Judy Bruce 1481)

 

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Title: Alone in the Wind (Book 2 Wind Series)

Author: Judy Bruce

Genre: Mystery-suspense-crime

Publisher: Merriam Press

 

Book Blurb:

A young attorney strives to protect those around her amid tragedy and the threat of drug dealing and abuse that begins to attack her small town. Ultimately, her rage causes her to take action over the death of a young autistic friend by corrupt cops. The consequences blacken her soul and plunge her into a struggle for peace and redemption.

 

Book Excerpt: My guts churned as I exited the back door, forcing me to halt in the middle of our brick patio. I’d felt this queasy sense of danger before, so I knew to heed it. I returned to the house, and then emerged a few minutes later with my Glock 42 subcompact shoved into the waistband of my jeans. I checked the battery level of my smart phone as I walked across the plush lawn then stepped onto the curly gray-green buffalo grass that covered the crunchy-dry soil.

 

At my Uncle Bill’s barn a block away, all seemed peaceful. I led my husband Brian’s tall palomino, Rohan, to the adjacent pasture and let him loose. My hardy, black quarter horse bobbed his head in anticipation as I drew near to saddle him. Out in the wild country, nobody owned weak-ankled, skittish horses. Before we exited the barn, I took his head in my hands and stared at him until he became still.

 

“Danger, Gondor. Danger.”

 

I stared at him for a few more moments then I swung myself up onto the saddle, hoping he sensed this was an unusual, possibly perilous outing.

 

“Danger, Megan,” I murmured.

 

Riding across the jagged ground of western Nebraska, we skirted south of the bluff Big Leo toward the house of the man who tried to kill me.

 

Yet, the Eldritch house had been vacated last year. The last member of the family, Lew, sold all his family’s land, including the house and his small herd of heifers, to my uncle and me. We were pleased to help our friend start a new life as a carpenter. Bill’s cowhands cleared out all the furniture in readiness for the demolition of the decrepit homestead next week. Compelled to check for any squatters on the property, I let Gondor pick his way through the harsh, rocky ground as I guided him northeast.

 

To the south, Rohan charged through the smooth pasture in contented oblivion, his gold coat shimmering in the sunlight. Once we cleared the rugged, uneven soil, I spurred Gondor to a gallop. Soon, the gray house, long weather-stripped of its white paint, came into view. When we were fifty yards away, I slowed Gondor to a halt. His muscles rippled in anticipation of a longer ride. I stroked his neck until he became still.

 

“Danger,” I said as I walked him forward, my queasiness increasing by the moment.

 

I checked to make sure my denim jacket covered my gun, which dug into my spine. The dilapidated wood frame house, complete with a rotted and partially collapsed front porch, looked shrunken with tragedy. As I approached the south side of the house, Gondor remained quiet, though the pounding of my heart reverberated through my chest.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Alone-Wind-Judy-Bruce-ebook/dp/B01FE8BM7C

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/alone-in-the-wind-judy-bruce/1122779758?ean=9781576385111

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27045055-alone-in-the-wind

 

Cries in the Wind

 

Title: Cries in the Wind (Book 3 Wind Series)

Author: Judy Bruce

Genre: Mystery-suspense

Publisher: Merriam Press

 

Book Blurb:

The third story in the Wind Series finds Megan stirred by the mystery of two strangers and the unsolved murders of two local women from decades past. Pregnant yet haunted, Megan summons the help of close family and friends then plunges into an investigation which uncovers deceit, revenge, and betrayal. As Megan nears the truth, she and her crew become endangered by the killer. When Megan persists, she faces disastrous consequences.

 

Book Excerpt:

I killed the chief of police, but I didn’t plan to tell anyone. I also shot that scumbag DEA agent. They committed crimes that rocked our small, rural community—they even killed a young autistic man. No, I didn’t see it all happen, I just knew. I’m strange in some ways—I feel, I hear, I know things. And going to prison for killing two murderers wasn’t going to help anybody, especially me.

 

Five months later, I was still trying to put it behind me. I humbly believed God gave me permission to move on with life, so that’s what I tried to do. Nightmares, both bizarre and realistic, still shook me, but now only once or twice a month. I’d stopped trying to ease the horror with bourbon; after all, I was four months pregnant.

 

Scanning the rugged terrain to the west of the highway, I drove southward to my law office on an early summer day. This was the harsh, semi-arid high plains with scraggily buffalo grass, crusty ridges, massive bluffs, rocky buttes, and dry gullies interspersed amid the fertile pastures of the cattle ranches. Despite the brutal winters and the devastating droughts, I belonged here. I considered my land beautiful, yet haunting—the furious wind howled, taunting me with mysteries I was forced to solve.

 

Today, I was simply going in to my office for an unusually early appointment. People didn’t usually want to meet this early, but I didn’t mind. If it wasn’t for the strange uneasiness that nagged at me, I would have thought this would be a Tuesday like any other. After I parked in the lot behind my law firm on Benson Street, I called my husband Brian, urging him to come as soon as he could.

 

My client, Frank Morgan, arrived promptly at seven. I knew nothing about him, for he booked the appointment with Glenda, my receptionist and former second grade teacher. I unlocked the front door to a stocky man of sixty or so with a gray-brown mix of thinning, curly hair. I pegged him as an office worker, for he lacked the robust, weather-hardened look of the ranchers in the area; also, he wore a fine-quality suit most men in the area either couldn’t afford or didn’t bother owning. As I led him across the lobby to my office, my brain told me this was merely a businessman from the suburbs, but my guts roiled, arguing to the contrary. I left the office door open during an appointment, a rarity.

 

After some small talk, he came to the point. His request stunned me.

 

“Why would anyone want to buy the old Hexam wasteland?” I asked.

 

“I think it can be improved,” he said as he folded his arms across his chest, revealing thick wrist hair and a slim, black-faced silver watch.

 

“Excuse me, but I don’t understand your interest. You just told me you’re an insurance executive in Kansas City.”

 

It was ridiculous—that was obvious—I didn’t need my rising blood pressure to tell me what my mind understood. The back door opened and closed. As I studied the man’s face, my hubby Brian walked into the lobby and looked into the office. I waved at him. He nodded and left to go to his office across the lobby. He was an accountant and taxation specialist who had intended to go to his Sidney office this morning—but he knew me well enough to heed my sense of alarm. I would feel foolish when I told him it simply pertained to an absurd request by a stranger.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Cries-Wind-Judy-Bruce/dp/1576385221

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cries-in-the-wind-judy-bruce/1124425541?ean=9781576385562

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31183129-cries-in-the-wind

 

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Title: Fire in the Wind (Book 4 Wind Series)

Author: Judy Bruce

Genre: Mystery-suspense

Publisher: Merriam Press

 

Book Blurb:

Outraged by a cross burning on her land, Megan forms the Night Posse then strikes back. Meanwhile, she is saddened by the tragic illness of her dear friend, James. After her new boyfriend is killed, she is jailed for his murder. Later she fights to the death in the darkness against an avenger. An undercover cop pursues her. When a dying James attempts to end his life, Megan is forced to act.

 

Fire in the Wind—Excerpt (chapter 1):

I died once, but only for a minute or so. Still, it should rank with distinction in the category of unusual circumstances. I’ve also killed four men in the last four years, which must be a record for Nebraska attorneys under the age of thirty. But I planned to stay out of trouble—I failed in the past and it cost me dearly.  Yet calamity came even faster than I expected.

 

Starting at dawn on Sunday, a disturbance tormented me—the sense of foreboding in my guts persisted throughout the day and into the evening. After a delicious supper I barely tasted, portent began to pulse through my arteries. So I set out for my “backyard,” as I called it. Five miles of rugged land north of my house stretched before me, pocked with peculiar land forms. I passed over a grassy mound named Rufus located half a football field from the house then weaved through the five small buttes dubbed the Seven Dwarfs, located southwest of a bluff called Big Leo. The second year of the drought kept the soil beneath the gray-green buffalo grass crusty hard.  What was bothering me?

 

A prairie dog popped his head out of his hole, barked at me, and then disappeared. I turned to face the early August wind, waiting for answers, but none came. I didn’t even hear Beverly Wilson, my neighbor whom I had loved like a mother in the absence of my own. Why didn’t I hear her soothing voice? I jogged over to Big Leo and climbed the east slope. Once atop the bluff, I stood by the Fort, the small hut of wood framing and glass windows that my Uncle Bill and others built for me last December.

 

Then it struck me—the door was unlocked. The inside was void of much besides benches for me and my guests to use in the winter to keep out of the sting of the gusting north wind. I examined the lock, which did show scratches around the keyhole; it was probably an easy lock to pick. This unsecured door could be meaningless, but my roiling guts argued back.  So I spent a half hour searching for answers. Using the binoculars I stored under one of the seats, I first scanned the Beast, a larger bluff to the north; Pooper’s Canyon, a dry ditch near the Wilson property to the west; Raccoon Creek, a shallow stream marked by cottonwoods that cut through dry earth to the west; and finally Miss Gulch, a deep, dry gully to the northwest. I loved this scraggily wasteland, replete with cherished memories of my childhood with Derek and Vonny Wilson. Yet it was also a place that haunted me from my earliest days here as a toddler, with eerie voices in the wind that tortured me with longing. It worried me that a new, disturbing event might scar my land.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Wind-Judy-Bruce/dp/1576386228

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Fire-Wind-Judy-Bruce/dp/1576386228

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fire-Wind-Judy-Bruce/dp/1576386228

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fire-in-the-wind-judy-bruce/1126241786?ean=9781576386224&offerid=239662

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34910493-fire-in-the-wind

Got the #WinterBlues? These #Books are Sure to Uplift You! #fiction #cookbooks #FridayReads


Friday Book Round-Up 2018

 

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. Blue Monday was this week and I discovered a lot of people get the winter blues this time of year. Whenever I feel blue, I read. Whether it’s fiction or nonfiction, I try to pick books that uplift me and make me feel better. I also cook/bake a lot in the winter. I find it relaxing and very enriching to create with my hands. That being said, here are some books that inspired me this week:

 

Happily Homemade: Cooking with Love by Rachel Schultz  (Author)

Cook up some love in your kitchen.

 

Does the question “What’s for dinner?” fill you with dread? Is the thought of looking for something to cook every day overwhelming? Popular food blogger and Pinterest celebrity Rachel Schultz has you covered in Happily Homemade, with 100 tasty recipes even a beginner can serve with pride.

 

Reinvigorating familiar dishes with interesting and unexpected flavor combinations, Rachel shares her go-to creations that always get rave reviews. Even with so much variety, Rachel’s approachable recipes include only ingredients you can find at your local grocery store. This gorgeous cookbook includes a photo of every recipe, plus essays and tips from Rachel (and her friends) on hospitality and making life easier in the kitchen.

 

Happily Homemade is all about celebrating food and joyfully loving others through cooking. Let Rachel show you how easy it can be to bring warmth and delight to everyone at your table by serving something happily homemade.

 

 

Balancing in Heels: My Journey to Health, Happiness, and Making It all Work by Kristin Cavallari  (Author)

For the first time ever, entrepreneur, designer, and TV star Kristin Cavallari shares how she juggles all facets of her busy life with style and grace. From outlining health and wellness, food, fitness, fashion, and her success as a businesswoman to more private matters of family, motherhood, and her relationship with her husband, Chicago Bears quarterback Jay Cutler, Kristin leaves no stone unturned to give fans of Laguna Beachand The Hills all of the answers they’ve been looking for.

Tracing her journey from reality stardom to real life–the good, the bad, and the ugly–Kristin digs down to the most personal of relationships in her life and discusses how they made her who she is today. She also talks about the amazing effects of her healthy diet and exercise, which have made Kristin and her family the happiest and healthiest they’ve ever been. Kristin shares the family’s favorite recipes and even reveals how her food philosophy has drastically improved Jay’s type 1 diabetes.

Balancing in Heels is a behind-the-scenes, in-depth look at who the real Kristin Cavallari is–unscripted.

 

 

Soup & Comfort: A Cookbook of Homemade Recipes to Warm the Soul by Pamela Ellgen  (Author)

The answer to your dinnertime dilemma. Family-friendly soups to satisfy your soul—and stomach.

 

To close the coldest, bone-chilling day or soothe the roughest afternoon, turn to Soup & Comfort for hearty classics, international favorites, and inventive updates.

 

Packed with pages of nourishing, emotionally satisfying soups and stews using affordable, fresh, easy-to-find ingredients (No bouillon cubes here!), every recipe in this soup cookbook caters to a wide variety of dietary preferences and tastes, from tantalizing vegetarian versions to gluten-free options.

 

Featuring full-color photos, Soup & Comfort explores the many ways that homemade soup can nourish body and soul, with:

 

  • 135 mouthwatering recipes, from comfort classics like Grandma’s Chicken Noodle to international flavors like Chicken Faux Pho
  • Time-saving tips for making great stocks and preparing perfect garnishes
  • Convenient fix-and-forget slow cooker recipes plus handy soup tips to liven leftovers

 

From chilled soups to chowders, Soup & Comfort offers something for everyone to enjoy—one spoonful at a time.

 

 

New England Soup Factory Cookbook: More Than 100 Recipes from the Nation’s Best Purveyor of Fine Soup by Marjorie Druker  (Author), Clara Silverstein  (Author)

More than 100 of the best soup recipes Boston has to offer accompanied by fun stories and beautiful full-color photography.

Marjorie Druker is passionate about soups. She fell in love with soups when she first heard the story Stone Soup. After attending Johnston & Whales, Marjorie created the menu for the popular Boston Market restaurant chain, and soups were always her favorite. “My niche is taking what people like to eat and turning it into a soup,” she says.

The New England Soup Factory restaurant has won the Best of Boston award four times. People skip school to eat their soups. A pregnant in labor stopped by the restaurant on the way to the hospital to satisfy a last-minute craving. New England Soup Factory soups are like no other soups. And now you can recreate these delicious soups in your own home. The New England Soup Factory Cookbook contains 100 of Boston’s best-tasting traditional and creative soup recipes. The book also includes a chapter on sandwiches and salads to accompany such soups as . . .

  • New England Clam Chowder
  • Wild Mushroom and Barley Soup
  • Curried Crab and Coconut Soup
  • Raspberry-Nectarine Gazpacho
  • Cucumber-Buttermilk Soup

 

 

Winter Solstice (Winter Street) by Elin Hilderbrand  (Author)

Raise one last glass with the Quinn Family at the Winter Street Inn.

 

It’s been too long since the entire Quinn family has been able to celebrate the holidays under the same roof, but that’s about to change. With Bart back safe and sound from Afghanistan, the Quinns are preparing for a holiday more joyous than any they’ve experienced in years. And Bart’s safe return isn’t the family’s only good news: Kevin is enjoying married life with Isabelle; Patrick is getting back on his feet after paying his debt to society; Ava thinks she’s finally found the love of her life; and Kelly is thrilled to see his family reunited at last. But it just wouldn’t be a Quinn family gathering if things went smoothly. A celebration of everything we love–and some of the things we endure–about the holidays, WINTER SOLSTICE is Elin Hilderbrand at her festive best.

 

 

Even Witches Get the Blues (Wicked in Moonhaven~A Paranormal Cozy Book 1) by J.D. Winters  (Author), Dakota Kahn  (Author) – FREE on Amazon

Everyone remembers Haley Greco, except for Haley herself.

 

Haley is a witch with amnesia and she might be the most normal thing in the spooky town of Moonhaven.

 

She wakes up in a strange motel room, no idea who she is, with just the clothes on her back and, weirdly, the deed to a property in Moonhaven where everybody seems to know her. Back for less than a day she discovers, in no short order, that she has an entire missing family, a town history as a wild child, and a grandmother who seems to want her to prepare to save civilization. Not only that, she’s the lead suspect in a murder and Deputy Sheriff Shane McAllister knows more about her than he should. The real murderer is on the move. Can Haley clear her name and regain her memory before it’s too late?

 

Choose Your Own Adulthood: A Small Book about the Small Choices that Make the Biggest Difference by Hal Runkel  (Author)

Congratulations, reader! You’ve successfully navigated through the trials of childhood and adolescence. Now, as you voyage through high school to college and beyond, you’re set to begin your next big adventure: adulthood. A few big decisions await you, from majors and minors to jobs and careers (and maybe even marriage!). However, in between the big ones, you’ll make a million other smaller, subtler choices that will underpin everything from your friendships to your bank account. These are the daily choices that will truly define you . . . so how will you choose?

 

Choose Your Own Adulthood helps you approach these choices from a more thoughtful, curious, and ultimately self-aware perspective. You’ll learn why responding is so much better than reacting, how loyalty is really overrated, which risks are worth taking and which are best avoided, and so much more. Exciting things await you on your journey toward adulthood: which path you take is for you to decide. Choose wisely!

 

Have you read any motivational books that cured the winter blues? If so, which one is your favorite? Share in the comments below.

 

MRS N, Book Addict

 

 

Malthus Revisited- The Cup of Wrath by @LinWilder is an Addictive Page-Turner! #bookreview #thriller #supernatural #bookstagram


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Title: Malthus Revisited- The Cup of Wrath

Author: Lin Wilder

Genre: Thriller, Supernatural

 

Book Blurb:

Eighteen-year-old Morgan Gardner did not seem like someone who could save the world—unless you took the time to notice her eyes. And most people didn’t.

 

Morgan’s exceptional gifts were known only to her and to the animals she could understand better than people. For a long time, she told no one about her nightmares. Embarrassed and afraid that no one would believe her, Morgan waited until it was almost too late. Then she confided in her mom’s best friend, Dr. Lindsey McCall.

 

Lindsey and her husband Rich had worked hard to reestablish their lives and careers after their last harrowing escapade. Relocated in a beautiful California home and newly reunited with Lindsey’s biological daughter LJ, all seemed to be going smoothly—until an enemy from their past returned with as deadly a plan as they could imagine.

 

The fourth novel in Lin Wilder’s popular Lindsey McCall series is her best one yet—combining the innovative medical research her readers have come to admire with a new and terrifying threat to the world’s population: a biological timebomb. Vivid characters old and new rampage across the continents of Europe, Asia, and the U.S. to stop the contagion, picking up steam as they head toward a life-or-death climax in the remote Qinghai province of China.

 

Malthus Revisited adds a dystopian element to Wilder’s evolving Lindsey McCall mystery series, and is guaranteed to captivate both her loyal fans and eager newcomers to its last riveting page.

 

My Review:

Another addictive page-turner by Lin Wilder.  For the uninitiated reader, you won’t realize how great these books are until you start one.  This book stands alone as a fantastic story and yet still carries forth as the latest great work in the Lindsay McCall series.

 

The threat of global annihilation by disease is all too real and grips the reader.  The author has the gift of taking the reader and putting them headlong into a story.  You find you can’t easily stop as you are craving the knowledge of what comes next.

 

I loved the character of Morgan the savant almost as much as I loved the flawed character of Joe.  The ‘surprise’ near the end bodes well for another epic in the series to carry forth with a new focus.  A tight, griping tale with a terrific ending.

 

5+ stars.  I would recommend this book to anyone.  This exciting tale harkens back to the classic suspense and action of Grisham at his best.

 

My Rating: 5+ stars

 

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https://www.linwilder.com

 

Lin Wilder

 

Author Biography:

Lin Wilder is a former Hospital Director who has published throughout her entire adult life but made the switch from non-fiction to fiction in 2006. Her series of medical thrillers are situated on the central coast of California with many references to the Texas Medical Center in Houston where Lin worked for over 23 years. In her free time, Lin Wilder enjoys exercising, hiking, listening to beautiful music, gardening and last but certainly not least, reading. She is married to a former Marine and psychologist with 25 years of experience counseling ex- combat veterans. They reside in northern Nevada with their two dogs.

 

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Reviewed by: Mr. N

 

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Title Storm Crazy Bonus Set (Books 1&2) Storm Crazy and Cry Me a River

Author Livia Quinn

Genre Paranormal Romance

 

I’m thrilled to share the new cover for my Storm Crazy Bonus Edition as the entire series gets a new look. You like?

In honor of the new cover, the Bonus Edition is on sale on all book stores for just $0.99 through Saturday (1/20).

 

Book Blurb

The Storm Crazy Bonus Edition is Books 1 & 2 in the Destiny Paramortals world of tempestaeries (storm witches), dragons, shifters, vampires and fae.

 

Welcome to Destiny, or I should say Middle Earth

 

Jack Lang, sheriff, former Navy pilot.

 

To say Destiny was not what I expected would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure. I’d been looking for Mayberry, a quaint safe town to raise my daughter. That ship sailed when I met Tempest Pomeroy, who turned out to be a storm witch with a djinni brother and an ex who was… hell, I don’t know what he is. But I wasn’t sure I could stay. I had a teenage daughter to consider.

 

Tempe Pomeroy, Tempestaerie, mail lady, and – as Jack likes to say – trouble magnet.

 

Isn’t it just like a man to exit a relationship when he finds out a woman has a few little secrets? Following Jack’s, um, enlightenment, he finally started investigating my little brother’s disappearance, but time is running out and our relationship has gone from attraction to suspicion, support to friendship, romance to oh-my-god-get-away-from-me revulsion.

 

Jack’s an ex-Navy pilot. He says he wants to know “everything”. He may stick around, help me save my brother and discover the whereabouts of my parents, but I doubt he’ll still want to take me to the Mardi Gras ball, once he knows everything. He’ll probably take the first jet out of Middle Earth. ‘Cause there’s a lot of everything…

 

Excerpt

The dark knight enters Mardi Gras ball

 

Across the room, dressed in the gaudiest multicolored outfit I’d ever seen, was Jane. It was styled strictly to grab attention.

 

“That getup came straight out of the circus.”

 

Aurora sat at the other end, dressed in her usual understated elegance. For the ball it was a shimmering pearlescent shift, two matching crystals dangling from her ears to touch her shoulder blades, her long black and silver hair loose and flowing, and only the amulet as decoration. The contrast between the two “fortune tellers” couldn’t have been more stark.

 

Aurora’s mouth turned up as if to say, I can’t believe I’m doing this. We knew that if not for a great cause, one near and dear to Montana’s heart, she wouldn’t have been caught dead this close to Jane Fortune. To her left in front of a backdrop of glittering stars, crescent moons and happy suns was Jane, two hundred and thirty pounds squished into a five-foot frame.

 

Jane’s dark hair was covered in a purple velvet and gold paisley turban with a green stone pasted in the center of her forehead. Eyeliner from her bottom lids nearly to her eyebrows made her eyes look like empty black holes. Her caftan was cheap purple taffeta and Jane had pulled the crisscrossed ties until the fleshy mounds of her chest threatened to tear the fabric. She was armed with all of her standard psychic paraphernalia—oversized tarot cards, a tray of candles, a green “gazing ball” identical to one I’d seen in the garden section at Wal-Mart.

 

Her throat, ears and fingers were adorned with so much jewelry it was a wonder she could sit upright. Besides her name, two other obvious “tells” spoke of her charlatan status, the most visible, the line of mismatched fan bulbs encircling the poster of sun, moon and stars on the panel behind her. And most telling, the tiny red flame flickering from within the gazing ball, in the silhouette of a Christmas candle, complete with an electric cord that ran from the ball to the wall.

 

Yeah. Very mystical.

 

I looked down at the nameplate in front of Jane. “Look.” I pointed to the table label. Montana snickered.

 

Jane’s hand-printed card read: Have your Fortune told by a real Psycho.

 

The chatter around us quieted suddenly. Montana and Jack looked over my shoulder. Montana hissed behind me, a sound I’d never heard from her. “Mother of all the gods! Who is that?”

 

We turned as the elder at the door called out, “Conor de Sept-Flambe, Knight of his Majesty’s realm.”

 

Jack stiffened and muttered, “Which Majesty?”

 

“What realm?” I wondered aloud.

 

“Where’d he get those damn swords?” breathed Montana behind me. Leave it to a warrior goddess to appreciate and hone in on the most obvious feature of the newcomer’s costume.

 

The—it seemed lacking somehow to call him a man though he appeared to be, but I could see why both of them had reacted to the stranger.

 

He wore a beautiful black and red mask, which was slightly reptilian in design, strapped around his shoulder length black hair. He was shirtless and radiated danger with intricate red and black tattoos that resembled bat wings across his shoulders and triceps. He didn’t need a costume t-shirt with abs painted on it. The ridges of his torso indicated strength and discipline. Matching leather strips banded his bulging biceps and matched the jagged hemmed samurai pants floating about his muscular calves.

 

“Looks like someone left their video game on too long in a parallel universe,” said Jack.

 

The Knight Flambe did indeed look like he’d walked straight from the Martial Arts/Samurai Assassin video game into the Grand Ball. His boots were exquisitely tooled silver and bronze, with a belt of the same metals, which glimmered flat against his lower abdomen. When he turned to hand his invitation to the elder there was a collective murmur and Jack made a low guttural sound.

 

Two long deadly looking gold and silver swords crisscrossed his back and seemed to shoot fire with each movement down their jagged twisting length. As he listened to the announcement, the knight’s hands, girded at the wrist in pewter, bronze and gold to the elbows, fisted and relaxed, making the tendons flex from elbow to chest. Whew!

 

Montana stood like a statue of a Valkyrie, her hands clenching and unclenching, piercing cobalt eyes locked on the figure dressed in precious metals, leather and a lot of bronzed skin. Menori reacted restlessly to the dark knight.

 

So did Jack. It was as if they were meeting as equals on some arena of war—not as I’d described him and Dylan—like dogs fighting over their Poodle. This was something elemental, as if they knew each other at their core. It lasted mere seconds but it was as if time during those few seconds amplified, expanded to push away all other sounds and only those of us who saw, felt, and understood, well, I didn’t understand except to know that something of impetus had passed between them.

 

Party sounds filtered in again from the other room and the Knight Flambe’ took three deliberate steps off the platform, glancing toward Montana and away. His sharp predatory gaze met each attendee briefly, making each person acknowledge his presence, like he was studying them one by one and simultaneously erasing himself from their minds. I shook my head. We’d had our share of supernaturals, but this powerful looking ‘soldier’, a sexy sword-wielding samurai warrior… it was a first.

 

The newcomer bowed and walked deliberately through the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea for the Israelites, to give him and his swords an unencumbered path to the bar. Montana devoured him with her eyes. She had not moved since he walked in the door. Interesting.

 

“Reckon that’s a costume? Or is he some kind of knight in shining armor?” I asked.

 

Jack said, “He doesn’t seem the type.”

 

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Livia Quinn

 

Author Biography

Livia Quinn is a DC native living on the bayou in Louisiana with her husband and their protective Cajun husky, Dusty. She’s written seven paranormal and five contemporary romance set in her fictional Storm Lake world. Sign up for her newsletter to get updates.

 

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“You’d better call the police” Oil and Water by @NAedits #cozymystery #giveaway #bookish


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Title Oil & Water

Author Nikki Andrews

Genre Cozy Mystery

Publisher The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

When gallery owner Ginny Brent accepts a post as judge for the prestigious Oil & Water Arts Festival in Ogunquit, Maine, she is looking forward to a weekend of pampering, good food, and camaraderie with creative people. Family feuds, business spats, a barroom brawl, and lobster pot thefts are definitely not on the menu.

 

Then the body of a missing artist turns up on the rocky shore—just in time for Ginny to find it. Despite her determination not to get involved, she finds herself tracing the threads between deadly rivals, non-kissing cousins, and an artist’s sketchpad.

 

Finally, she finds herself on a park ranger’s tiny boat, up the proverbial creek, on the track of a killer.

 

Giveaway

 

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Share and comment below with your name, email and which social media you shared to be entered to win a lovely lampwork bead necklace, just like the kind made by one of my characters!

 

Open Internationally and runs until January 23, 2018. Winner will be chosen at random and will be notified by the author.

 

 

Excerpt

It wasn’t exactly a luncheonette, but close. Three tables, with two chairs each, filled one side, while the rest held a compact kitchen, a small counter with a register, and a display case of cold bottled drinks. Racks of bagged chips, candy bars, fridge magnets and postcards covered most horizontal spaces.

 

“Haven’t cleaned the tables yet in heah,” Danea tossed over her shoulder. “Mack! Coffee done?”

 

“Two minutes!” A masculine voice replied.

 

“Cinnamon roll just out o’ the oven. Gimme a minute and I’ll get a slice for ya with the coffee.”

 

Ginny nodded agreement and strolled to the single, salt-stained rear window. The place was only about thirty feet deep and ten wide, tight quarters for any shopkeeper. That explained the tables out front.

 

The sun balanced on the horizon now, and the direct shafts of light nearly blinded her. The rocks rising up in the cove cast long black fingers across the water, and the damp, seaweed-covered stones of the beach reflected glints into Ginny’s eyes. She scanned the curve, from the pines she’d just passed under, across the parking lot, the restaurant, and out to the fabulously costly private homes at the tip of the neck. As her eyes adjusted, she could pick out more details–fish bones, bird droppings, a twist of netting, many shells. She puzzled over a large, shadowy lump, and her breath caught.

 

“Danea!” she croaked. “You’d better call the police.”

 

“What for?”

 

“There’s a body on the beach.”

 

 

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The Wild Rose Press: http://bit.ly/2qXf20e

 

Amazon: https://t.co/P5ACY8fqls

 

Nikki A

 

Author Biography

Nikki Andrews has worked as a picture framer, store clerk, and administrative assistant, but in her real life she is a writer, editor, and songmaker. She is a member of Talespinners and the New Hampshire Writers Project, and is the author of Framed.

 

When she’s not at her desk, she might be releasing salmon fry on the Piscataquog River, making jams or sweaters, or exploring her surroundings on foot, bike, or snowshoe. She lives near a waterfall in New Hampshire with her wonderful husband, their possessive cat, and assorted wildlife.

 

Social Media Links

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Blog: www.scrivenersriver.blogspot.com

 

 

Now Available in #Audio — Her General in Gray by @LNightingale #books #bookstagram


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Title Her General in Gray – Audio Release

Author Linda Nightingale

Genre Paranormal Romance

Publisher  The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.

 

John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.

 

After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?

 

Giveaway

In celebration of the audio release, Linda Nightingale is giving away a $10 Gift Card. To enter, please share on social media then comment with your name, email and where you shared it. Each share gets one entry.

 

Contest runs until January 23, 2018 and is open to US, Canada and UK residents.

 

 

Excerpt

In an age of smart phones and tablets, she stood for a moment contemplating the past.  The temptation was almost too much for her, but she’d started to fold the dress back into its resting place when a hand landed on her shoulder.

 

Sib’s voice was soft and tender. “The dress belonged to my mother.  She wore it at a ball before the war.  It appears to be in passable condition. Why don’t you try it on?  I’ve imagined you so attired.”

 

“I’m a Northerner, remember? I’m surprised you offer your mother’s gown to me.” She turned, the green frock draped over her arm. “Where have you been anyway?”

 

“Here. All the time. I was simply playing along with your game of asking for my disappearance.”

 

She stiffened. “Don’t play games with me.  My mother used to do that. It was disturbing and hurtful to a child.”

 

“You reveal more of yourself every moment, and I’m enjoying getting to know you.  Very well, I’ll share something about me.  My father—what do you call it today?—cheated on my mother. More than once.. I’d hear her crying at night. Thus, I would have been true to my wife.” Eyes sad, he nodded at the dress.  “I’d like to see you in that, Autumn.  We are becoming friends. She would have approved.  I’ll assist with the buttons.”

 

“Turn your back. I’ll have to get undressed.” She motioned at him. “I’ve no desire for a ghost to see me in my bra and panties.”

 

He chuckled, his big grin enticing. “Such modesty. Actually, I was anticipating that view.  Anyway, I’ve seen you in your underwear before.”

 

“You Peeping Tom!” She accused, shaking a fist at him.  “Will I have no privacy? Do you follow me to the bathroom, too?”

 

“No, Ma’am.”  He shook his head, his hair moving in soft waves.  “I was simply in my bedroom when you changed into your nightgown.”

 

“It’s not your bedroom. This is my house, and don’t you forget it.” She glared at him.

 

He snapped a smart military salute. “Yes, commander.”

 

“Turn around.” She slid her sweatshirt over her head and slithered out of her sweatpants.  “You are…such an annoyance.”

 

“Thank you.  I couldn’t be more offended.”

 

A strange feeling of awe washed over her as she slid the beautiful gown over her head.  “Okay. I’m ready for help with the buttons.”

 

The touch of his fingers filled her with an emotion she’d thought dead.  A thrill actually rippled over her.  Perhaps, because he was no threat. The General couldn’t break her heart as Chad had done.  That dreadful affair seemed as far in the past as the dress of rustling satin. He was the VP at the agency, and their brief association and parting had twisted her feelings into knots.

 

“You’re tense.” Sib stroked her back.  “I sense it isn’t the dress.”

 

“I’ll tell you later.” She spun, swirling the skirt. “What do you think?”

 

“I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

 

“You’ve got to be kidding.”  A very sweet emotion seeped through her.

 

“Not in the least.” He offered her an old-fashioned bow.

 

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 Linda Nightingale

 

Author Biography

Born in South Carolina, Linda lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale and Atlanta before settling in the Houston area.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

 

 

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.  She is the mother of two wonderful sons, and a retired legal assistant. In a former life, she must have had to walk everywhere because today she is into transportation: loving horses and hot cars! She likes to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

 

 

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King of Hearts: Rogues Historical Romance by @eileen_put #romance #bookreview #bookishTues


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Title: King of Hearts: Rogues Historical Romance (League of Rogues Book 1)

Author: Eileen Putman

Genre: Historical Romance, Regency Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Not for nothing is Gabriel Sinclair known as the King of Hearts. This rootless scoundrel won’t be tamed. His wit beguiles, his charm seduces, and he’s never met a woman he couldn’t captivate. As for family? He’s seen enough madness in his own to last a lifetime. He shuns hopeless causes, deeper emotions, any whiff of permanence.

 

Widowed Louisa Peabody tolerates no man’s touch. Her past has shown her men are seducers and abusers. She devotes herself to helping women in need, but her clumsy efforts often end in disaster. After she accidentally saves Gabriel’s life, she persuades him to help her stage a daring rescue from a prison hulk in the Thames.

 

But it’s a devil’s bargain: Can she protect herself from that wild, reckless fire in his eyes? Can he care for anyone but himself?

 

The League of Rogues series features daring English lords who risk all for their country. Hardened and deadly, they have no use for love—until it ensnares them…

 

My Review:

Gabriel Sinclair loves playing cards, seducing willing females and living the life of a rogue. Lady Luck is certainly with him when he wins a yacht but as he’s walking along the pier, an old woman curses him. He sluffs it off as a stupid gypsy curse, but her words echo in his head. What harm could it do? One thing leads to another and he winds up next in line for the hangman’s noose. In a last-ditch effort, he prays for a second chance, not knowing what he’s about to get himself into.

 

Louisa Peabody hates men and thinks they’re all out to seduce, deceive and destroy women. She’s proof that they are nothing but trouble and makes it her life mission to help other women abused by men. Love is nothing but a four letter swear word and she’s perfectly content in her life, that is, until she mistakenly rescues Gabriel from the hangman’s noose instead of the woman scheduled for execution. One look at him and she knows he’s a rogue, sexy as sin but a scoundrel for sure.

 

After he’s fully recovered, thanks to Miss Peabody’s care, Gabriel’s ready to be on his way. He doesn’t want to be in the care of a man-hater any longer than necessary. But when Louisa’s propositions him to help her in her mission, he can’t resist. Maybe it’s the heaps of money or maybe it’s the challenge of winning her heart, one thing’s for sure: both Louisa and Gabriel are destined to lose their hearts.

 

This is my first book by Eileen Putman and I enjoyed reading the combative dialogue between Gabriel and Louisa. I connected with Gabriel right away yet found myself pulling away from Louisa. For a romance novel, she really hates men. Once they both confront their attraction to each other, it gets much more enjoyable. My heart went out to both of them for they’ve gone through a lot of pain and heartbreak. The ending was spot-on and very satisfactory. Highly recommend to all Regency Romance readers!

 

Favorite Character/Quote:

He lusted — if not for her, precisely, then for the possibility of shaping such passionate clay into raw sensuality. A woman who could face down death could surely face sex…

 

My Rating: 4 stars

 

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iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1262589920

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/king-of-hearts-17

Google Play https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Eileen_Putman_King_of_Hearts?id=u_UtDwAAQBAJ&hl=en

 

Author Biography:

Eileen Putman is the author of a dozen British historical and Regency romances. Her love of England’s Regency period (1811-1820) has inspired her research trips to England, Ireland, Wales, France and other countries — there being no substitute for stepping on the soil that Beau Brummell and his champagne-polished Hessians once trod.

 

Coming in September 2017: King of Hearts, the first book in the League of Rogues series of longer British historicals featuring Andrew Maitland’s extraordinary group of daring rogues working clandestinely during the Napoleonic Wars. These English lords risk all for their country. Hardened and deadly, they have no use for love—until it ensnares them…

 

The Love in Disguise Regencies include “A Passionate Performance,” “The Perfect Bride,” “The Dastardly Duke” and “Reforming Harriet.” These new editions are not simply re-issues of previous books. Each has been lovingly rewritten.

 

Eileen’s books have won many awards, including the Holt Medallion, the Award of Excellence from the Colorado Romance Writers Association, and the National Readers’ Choice Award.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://eileenputman.com/

Twitter https://twitter.com/eileen_put

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

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/820102.Eileen_Putman

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Meet @authorpetie McCarty and Her Brand New Release, Duke Du Jour! #Regency #romance


Author Interview

 

I first met Petie McCarty last year and fell instantly in love with her writing. She’s just released a Regency Time-Travel Romance, which I can’t wait to read, so I asked if she’d sit down for an interview. She agreed to the interview and it’s my great pleasure to introduce her to you all. Take it away, Petie:

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

First, I want to thank you for allowing me to spend time with your awesome Princess of the Light readers today and to share my new release, Duke du Jour.

 

The book I wish I could have written would be any one of Rachel Gibson’s books. I LOVE her writing and her deft way of weaving subtle humor into her stories and dialogue. They are guaranteed to make me laugh out loud. I’ve read every one of her books twice, and my favorite is Run To You and Blue By You. Oh, wait! That’s two…

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are incredibly important. They can make or break a character. It’s tough to love a character when your tongue trips over his name every time you say it. Often, character names just pop into my head. If they fit the personality of the character, they get to stay, otherwise they are summarily rejected. Mean names for mean characters, wussy names for wussy characters, etc. The sneasely, weasely stalker in Angel to the Rescue got the name, Eugene Stigler. The hulking murderer in Everglades was Gordo. The names just fit them. You get the picture.

 

But a few of my special characters have been named after friends or family — my way of honoring them and their part in my life. Dr. Rachel Kelly in Angel to the Rescue is named after my first-born niece, and Rachel’s best friend Jill is named after my second-born niece, though all my nieces are spectacular. The twins, Velma and Delma who run the inn, in Catch of the Day are named after my mom’s twin cousins who live in Kansas. Gage Connor and Dr. Quinn Taylor, also in Catch of the Day, are named after another set of twin cousins, though my Quinn and Gage are only ten years old.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

I try never to give writing technique advice. I think it’s like make-up application. The foundation that looks good on me may make you look washed out. The mascara that makes your eyes sparkle may look overdone on me. You have to use what fits you. I do sometimes tell writers that I learned more about plotting, pacing, and characterization from reading the masters, like Connelly, Patterson, Kleypas, and Sparks than the three dozen writing texts perched on my shelves. I learn just as much from reading bad books—what not to do.

 

The only advice I’m completely comfortable giving new writers is never, EVER give up. Like Stephen King once said, “the only difference between published writers and unpublished writers is the published writers never gave up.”

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

No, I’m thrilled to say. Duke du Jour is my eighth release, and I write for three wonderful publishers. I have a couple action-adventure romances, my three-book Mystery Angel Romance series—with an angel hidden in every plot, and the reader tries to figure out who the angel is before the end—and the Cinderella Romances series…fall in love with the fairy tale all over again. Duke du Jour is book one in my new Lords in Time series.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I have an April deadline for book three of the Cinderella Romances—Par for Cinderella. Aidan Cross from books one and two demanded his own story and traipses off to quaint Cypress Key, Florida to build one of his world-famous golf resorts—a resort no one in the town wants.

 

After that, I tackle Earl Away, book two in the Lords in Time series. The Earl of Dexter insisted his tale be told when he chases after Harry the wolfhound and the two of them accidentally fall into the Duke’s eerie fountain. Dexter winds up in present-day England where he’s a dead ringer for his great-great-etc-playboy grandson with a beautiful (spitfire) private investigator hot on his trail.

 

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in a situation that was hard to get out of and what did you do?

I’m a biologist by education, and early in my career, when I surveyed lakes for the state of Florida, the Department of Natural Resources held an annual training course for the regional biologists at a lake in north Florida. We spent the week on airboats, being tested on plant identification and mapping techniques.

 

We had no TV or entertainment at the church camp where we were staying, so one evening, two biologists and yours truly decided to go for an airboat ride after dark. I wasn’t afraid to go since I hadn’t seen a gator on the lake all week. Well, the buggers had evidently been hiding. The airboat we had chosen was a small one, a one-seater for the driver. Two of us stood on each side of the driver’s seat and held on.

 

My job was to aim the single lantern-type flashlight we brought as a headlight while we drove out across the lake, which left the area around us darker than the inside of a cow…and full of dozens upon dozens of shiny red eyes. Devil eyes. Alligator eyes.

 

We stopped the airboat about half-way across the lake, having decided our excursion might not have been the brightest of ideas. The gleaming red eyes were everywhere. That was when the other biologist standing next to the driver’s seat said, “Why are my feet getting wet?”

 

The boat was taking on water in the pitch-black dark, and the dozens of red eyes were closing in. Holy Cow! And I was scared to death we’d never make it back to shore.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

In the last few years, I’ve found myself dreaming right into my stories, where I’m there with the characters, like an odd secondary character. Unfortunately, I never remember enough the next morning to use in my scenes. I keep a notepad by the bed just in case.

 

My nightmares are always “bug” dreams, where the bugs are five to ten times bigger than in real life. I know why this happens, so I don’t need a shrink. In my former career as an aquatic biologist, I identified aquatic insects down to species for water quality monitoring projects. Presence or absence of certain species can tell you how clean your lake or stream is based on the insects’ pollution tolerance. When you look at them for hours blown up under a microscope or dissecting scope, you feel like you’re in Jurassic Park. Hence the nightmares. That and a vivid imagination.

 

What is your biggest fear?

It used to be a gator grabbing me when I waded into wetlands to collect those aforementioned aquatic insects.

 

Now, it’s turning in a manuscript to one of my editors and having them email me back to say, “Sorry, this one sucks. Try again.” I don’t know about other authors, but I always worry, What if the next one turns out to be a stinker?

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I’d be the fairy-love godmother capable of spotting the male and female who are perfect for each other and then finagling a way to get them together to fall in love. No, wait! That would be my Mystery Angels!

 

What secret talents do you have?

I can actually play the harmonica. Only two songs, but I play them well. So they count.

 

I want to thank N. N. Light and their loyal readers for allowing me to spend time with them today and share stories about my books. Happy reading or writing to all — your pick!

 

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Title:  Duke Du Jour

Author:  Petie McCarty

Genre:   Regency Time-Travel Romance

Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Jared Langley, present-day Duke of Reston, tumbles into an abandoned fountain on his ducal estate and travels back in time to the year 1816. There, Reston servants and local villagers think him a dead ringer for his namesake and rakehell ancestor—the seventh Duke of Reston, gone missing at the Battle of Waterloo. Unfortunately, Seven got mixed up with French spies out to assassinate the Duke of Wellington, and an unwary Jared ends up in their crosshairs.

 

Lady Ariana Hart has loved Jared Langley, the seventh Duke of Reston, since she was twelve years old, until the night the rogue broke her heart. Given up for dead, her rakish neighbor makes a miraculous return from Waterloo—only Jared shows up a changed man and reignites all the feelings Ariana had long ago buried.

 

Jared is in a race against time. He must waylay the suspicions of his quirky servants and neighbors, get to Wellington before the French spies do, fix his fountain—before Seven shows up—so Jared has a way home, and definitely not fall in love with the irresistible Lady Ariana.

 

Excerpt: 

The library door crashed open, startling both Jared and Lady Wilder and sending them a full step back from each other. A flame-haired siren stalked through the door.

 

“Bullen said you were conducting your usual business in the library. I see you did not waste any time,” the siren said.

 

Jared stared into the most expressive green eyes he had ever seen and could actually follow the myriad of emotions funneling through them—relief, surprise, disbelief, anger, worry—and miraculously, the color altered a bit with each vibrant emotion. The emerald eyes eventually settled on fury and sparked with anger—at him. Undaunted, he could only stare.

 

The siren was breathtaking, not classically beautiful like Lady Wilder, but uniquely beautiful unlike any woman he had ever met. Sunlight streamed in through the windows lining the back wall, caught the blonde glints in her hair, and flamed her locks like a bonfire on a cold winter night. Yet, it was the green eyes that pinned him and held him in place. Dark emerald pools that seared his very soul.

 

Jared had torn free from Lady Wilder, but he gaped guiltily in a frozen stare, incapable and unwilling to break eye contact with the siren. He wanted to keep staring and lose himself in those amazing emerald-green eyes, made even greener by the rich color of her gown.

 

The young woman was tall and slender with smooth, sleek curves at hip and breast. Strands of red-gold curls had pulled free of her pale gold bonnet with its sassy emerald green trim and curled enticingly around her cheeks, marked by two bright flags of color. He felt his own cheeks flush hot when those amazing green eyes shifted downward and spied the traitorous ducal staff in full salute, then snapped back to glare at him.

 

“I brought your dog,” the flame-haired siren said flatly. “I feared you would forget to come for Harry. He missed you.”

 

An enormous mass of black fur bounded into the library and sent the squealing Lady Wilder back to Jared’s side. The immense dog promptly knocked them both to the floor.

 

The siren frowned her displeasure and headed for the chaise to make herself comfortable.

 

“Get him off! Get him off!”

 

Lady Wilder’s high-pitched shrieks almost burst Jared’s eardrums. He rolled her off him and reached for the dog’s collar. The massive black hound danced away, totally unaffected by Lady Wilder’s shrieks and slaps, and managed to squeeze in a few sloppy licks between her swings at the dog’s head, which would have been funny if Jared’s ears did not ache.

 

“Come here, boy!” Jared barked as he scrambled to his feet.

 

“Don’t you dare hurt him!” the siren shouted.

 

“You did that on purpose, Ariana! You little witch!” Lady Wilder screamed.

 

Ariana? What a perfect name for the flame-haired beauty.

 

“Don’t you yell at me, Lucilla Tartley! I am not responsible for Harry’s lack of taste,” Ariana shot back.

 

So Lady Wilder was Lucilla. Who was Harry? The dog?

 

Jared tried the name, and the black dog bounded over to him.

 

“I am surprised Harry even noticed you, now that Jared’s home,” Ariana told Lucilla.

 

Jared glanced down and noticed the dog sat patiently at his side, but only because his finger was hooked in the dog’s collar. Good Lord! The canine knew he was not the real Jared—or rather Seven. This could be a problem.

 

Indeed, Lady Ariana stared at him suspiciously now. “Harry’s not jumping all over you like he usually does.”

 

“I have been gone too long. He has forgotten me,” he replied, thinking quickly.

 

“Harry does not forget.” She eyed him more closely.

 

He turned toward Lucilla to avoid Ariana’s scrutiny. “Let me help you up.”

 

He reached out a hand, but Lucilla shrank back and shrieked, “Get that dog away from me!”

 

Jared walked Harry over to the fireplace and ordered, “Stay!” in his most ducal tone. Amazingly, the dog obeyed. Ariana looked less worried.

 

He crossed back to Lucilla and held out a hand, which she grasped and then pulled herself up and all the way into his arms until she had flattened herself against his chest.

 

“Ooh, Your Grace! You are so strong,” she gushed and nudged her ample breasts a bit right and then left across his chest. “But you shouldn’t hold me tight like this.”

 

Her octopus tentacles whipped out before he could step back. A sharp hiss echoed, and he glanced toward the door but caught only a glimpse of Ariana’s skirts as she whisked out of the library, the big dog on her heels. He squeezed free of Lucilla and darted after her.

 

“Wait, Lady Ariana!”

 

She paused at the front door. No glare, no recriminations, only a profound sadness in her eyes. An inexplicable urge overcame Jared to take her in his arms and comfort her with promises to make everything all better. He could not ever remember feeling such a primal protectiveness toward any woman.

 

“As a child, I always looked up to you,” she said gravely, “but I grew up a long time ago. Barwood’s ball helped with that.”

 

Chapson appeared at her side and swept open the massive door. She ordered the black dog to stay with but a raised hand, and she sashayed outside without a backward glance.

 

Jared stared after her feeling six kinds of guilty and miserable—and asinine, for standing there regretting things he had never even done. Who the devil was Barwood? And what the hell had happened at the chap’s ball? He needed to get back to that blasted fountain and fast, before he really did go crazy.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US —  https://www.amazon.com/Duke-du-Jour-Lords-Time-ebook/dp/B077X87J65

Amazon UK — https://www.amazon.co.uk/Duke-du-Jour-Lords-Time-ebook/dp/B077X87J65

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​Barnes & Noble — ​https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/duke-du-jour-petie-mccarty/1127625619?ean=2940158807794

The Wild Rose Press Catalog (Publisher) — https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/5496-duke-du-jour.html

Apple iTunes — https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/duke-du-jour/id1323895506?mt=11

Kobo — https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/duke-du-jour

 

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Author Biography:

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World — “The Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-elements-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

 

 

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

 

Social Media Links:

http://www.petiemccarty.com

https://www.facebook.com/petie.mccarty

https://twitter.com/authorpetie

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6094579.Petie_McCarty

https://www.pinterest.com/petiemccarty

http://www.amazon.com/author/petiemccarty

 

 

Love #ChristianFiction With a #Futuristic #Thriller Vibe? Check out These #Books! #FridayReads


Friday Book Round-Up 2018

 

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. Recently, I had the opportunity to read a Christian Futuristic Thriller and it whet my reader’s appetite for more. So, I browsed on Goodreads and Amazon to see what was new in this genre. I found a bunch of titles (some even free or 99 cents) and discovered new-to-me authors. These are the ones I recommend, just based on reading some reviews and the blurb:

 

The Last Safe Place: A Psychological Thriller by Ninie Hammon  (Author)

Meet Yesheb al Tobbanoft: Rich. Handsome. Psychotic. Deadly.

 

Yesheb’s delusional voices whisper in his ear that he is the Beast of Babylon from Gabriella Carmichael’s novel about demons. So he turns up at a book-signing and then stalks her, determined to make her his bride—and to slaughter her son as a human sacrifice, a blood offering to seal their union.

 

Gabriella and her family run from the lunatic back through her memories to a childhood summer and a cabin called St. Elmo’s Fire–where she discovers that facing the demons from her past is as difficult and dangerous as escaping the one who stalks her. And where she encounters again the magic of a single perfect bristlecone pine tree that saved her life when she was eight years old.

 

When Yesheb shows up and corners his prey on the mountainside, the only thing that stands between Gabriella and the madness of a homicidal psychopath is the power of that tree.

 

A tree that maybe…just maybe…peeked out of the ground on a Colorado mountainside at the moment a man named Jesus breathed his last breath on another tree on the other side of the planet two thousand years ago.

 

Set against the backdrop of the majestic Rocky Mountains, award-winning suspense and thriller writer Ninie Hammon weaves a spell-binding story of insanity and terror—coupled with her characteristic dusting of the “unexplainable.” If you’re a fan of fast-paced action, tangled plots, believable characters and themes that will challenge some of your most cherished beliefs, don’t start this book at bedtime –or you could be in for an all-nighter.

 

 

Frozen Footprints (Christian Suspense Thriller) by Therese Heckenkamp  (Author)

“Thou shalt not be afraid of the terror of the night.”

 

Eighteen-year-old twins Charlene and Max Perigard have grown up under the wealthy but tyrannical rule of their oil-tycoon grandfather. When Max disappears and a ransom note shows up, Charlene’s world is shattered. Fearing the worst, she determines to find her brother before it’s too late. Her quest hurls her into a twisted, frigid world of snow and ice . . . and leads to terror in an isolated cabin. Together the twins struggle for survival while enduring fierce trials of mind, body, and spirit. Devoid of all worldly comfort and consolation, will faith and hope be enough to get them through this chilling nightmare? And where is Charlene’s hero when she needs one the most?

 

Christian suspense thriller for ages 16 and up

 

An Amazon Kindle #1 Bestseller in Religious Drama

2013 CALA Award Finalist

Catholic Writers Guild Seal of Approval

 

After the Thaw, the sequel to Frozen Footprints, is now available on Kindle and in paperback!


“Suspense ratchets up page by page.” — Award-winning author Gerard D. Webster

“A fast-paced thriller.” — Popular author Sarah A. Reinhard

“As thrilling as Hitchcock…”– CatholicTeenPerspective.blogspot.com

 

From young adult to new adult and beyond, this Christian suspense thriller is a chilling yet inspirational read for all fans of clean suspense and mystery fiction. Particularly ideal for Christmas and winter reading.

 

The Road to Armageddon by Clabe Polk  (Author), Felicia Sullivan (Editor)

MARK BISHOP OPENED A NEW BANK ACCOUNT…AND DISCOVERED HELL ON EARTH!

 

Mark Bishop has too much month left when his money runs out. Seeking relief, he opened a bank account at new bank, International Financial Services (IFS)

 

He never suspects that he is buying into a strategy for world domination operated by the Antichrist…or that his world is plummeting toward the War of Armageddon.

 

He never suspects he and his family will be homeless, hunted and have an IFS bounty on their heads.

 

He never suspects he and his family will endure starvation, imprisonment, slavery and natural disasters.

 

Or that he will lose all he has has…in order to gain the only thing that counts.

 

 

Mark and his family are victims.

 

CAN THEY RISE TO BECOME VICTORS?

 

 

The Road to Armageddon is a compelling story of struggle, survival and redemption during the Great Tribulation.

 

The Days of Noah, Book One: Conspiracy: A Novel of the End Times in America by Mark Goodwin  (Author)

Is a secret cabal working to collapse the international economy, usher in a global government, and establish a one-world currency? Tennessee public school teacher, Noah Parker, like many in the United States, has been asleep at the wheel. During his complacency, the founding precepts of America have been slowly, systematically destroyed by a conspiracy that dates back hundreds of years.

 

Cassandra Parker, Noah’s wife, has diligently followed end-times prophecy and the shifting tide against freedom in America. Noah has tried to avoid the subject, but when charges are filed against him for deviating from the approved curriculum in his school, he quickly understands the seriousness of the situation. The signs can no longer be ignored, and Noah is forced to prepare for the cataclysmic period of financial and political upheaval ahead.

 

Meanwhile, in an off-site CIA facility outside of Langley, rookie analyst Everett Carroll discovers he’s not being told the whole truth. He’s instructed to disregard troubling information uncovered by his research. Everett ignores his directive and keeps digging. What he finds goes against everything he’s been taught to believe. Unfortunately, his curiosity doesn’t escape the attention of his superiors, and it may cost him his life.

 

Watch through the eyes of Noah Parker and Everett Carroll as the world descends into chaos, a global empire takes shape, ancient writings are fulfilled, and the last days fall upon the once-great United States of America.

 

The Days of Noah, Book One: Conspiracy by Mark Goodwin, is a fast-paced fiction thriller, which looks at how modern conspiracies could play into Biblical prophecy concerning the end times. Buy your copy and jump into this near-future, post-apocalyptic adventure today!

 

As with all books by Mark Goodwin, this book contains no profanity and no embarrassing sex scenes. However, if you’re offended by conservative principles and references to Scripture, this book might not be for you.

 

Chaos In The Blink Of An Eye by Patrick Higgins  (Author)

It was the weekend before Thanksgiving. More than 100,000 fans were jammed inside Michigan Stadium, on their feet, to witness a heated football rivalry that had spanned more than 100 years. As the football was kicked into the snow-filled sky, they were about to get the shock of their lives, as long-foretold Bible prophecy came to pass before their very eyes, causing many to vanish into thin air without a trace.

 

But what they soon realized was that it reached far beyond Michigan Stadium. Chaos of unimaginable proportions ensued worldwide. Shock, fear and panic filled each heart and mind. It was just the beginning of things to come, as life as humanity had known it was forever changed in the blink of an eye…

 

The Goliath Code: A Post Apocalyptic Thriller (Book One) by Suzanne Leonhard  (Author)

“Compelling, devastatingly dystopian, action-packed, original.”–Jim Thompson, Original Content.

 

​THE END HAS COME AND THERE’S NOWHERE TO HIDE.

 

America has become a wasteland, trapped in a suffocating volcanic winter.

 

In an isolated Pacific Northwest town, sixteen-year-old Sera Donner struggles to persevere in a post-apocalyptic nightmare where neighbor turns against neighbor and survival of the fittest has become the law of the land. Sera is determined to lay low, avoid conflict, and endure. But when her disabled brother is designated a liability and targeted for extermination, she quickly discovers just how far she’s willing to go to protect the people she loves.

 

Everyone Left Behind: 4 minutes to chaos by Time O. Day (Author)

Hershal had grown tired of his wife Priscilla’s doom and gloom, End Times, vision of the future and wasn’t about to do anymore stockpiling for it either. He just wanted to retire in peace. Change descended when he accidentally shot a Peeping Tom. Though he buried him on his remote Montana property, he couldn’t bury the man’s curse. Haunted by it, and about to be found out, he sent up a desperate prayer. That night he had a strange dream. Priscilla’s interpretation of the dream was to stockpile enough food to look after seventy people for five years because perilous times were surely coming . . .

 

 

Have you read any Christian Futuristic Suspense/Thrillers? If so, which one is your favorite? Share in the comments below.

 

MRS N, Book Addict

 

 

“Are you willing to make time for me?” A Touchdown to Remember by @SeelieKay #romance #erotica


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Title  A Touchdown To Remember

Author   Seelie Kay

Genre  Contemporary Romance, Erotica

Publisher  eXtasy Books

 

Book Blurb

When a second concussion sidelines Milwaukee Greyhound running back Tim Douglas, the rest of his life continues full-speed ahead. A some-time law student, Tim is faced with a classic Catch 22: Whether to continue to play football and risk a third and possibly life-altering concussion or quit the game altogether to pursue a career as a sports agent. He loves the game, but his priorities change when he meets Laura Adler, a sassy, sexy young attorney and rabid Greys fan. Their sizzling romp of a romance turns serious and Laura demands that he make a decision about football before she accepts his marriage proposal. Will Tim choose football or the law, and what role will Laura play in his future?

 

Giveaway:

Enter to win a free ecopy of A Touchdown to Remember, courtesy of the author. To enter, please comment below and be sure to give your name and email address. Open Internationally. We will draw a name on Monday, January 15.

 

Excerpt

When the band played its last song, Laura and Tim stopped dancing and Tim kissed her forehead, leaning into her. “Not sure where we are headed from here, babe, but I am quite sure we are going somewhere.” He smiled at her, his eyes lit with what appeared to be lust. “I think I’m falling…”

Laura interrupted him. “Tim, I really don’t have time for a relationship and neither do you. You’re right in the middle of the season. And I don’t do one-nighters.”

Tim pulled Laura toward him and settled his lips over hers. His kiss was gentle at first, then became more urgent. He cupped her chin and pulled her more firmly against him, his tongue probing, then dancing in her mouth.

As Laura was pulled into the passionate kiss, she felt her resistance melting away. Her loins were heating and her heart was pounding. I want this man, naked and primed to please. Wait. No way. I am not going there. Abruptly, she pulled away.

Still holding her in his arms, Tim studied her. “You don’t wait until the time is right for relationships, Laura. You make the time when the right relationship presents itself. I am willing to make time for you. Are you willing to make time for me?”

 

Buy Links

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http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1504-4-a-touchdown-to-remember/

https://www.amazon.com/Touchdown-Remember-Seelie-Kay-ebook/dp/B078GKBT5N/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1514924254&sr=8-1&keywords=A+Touchdown+To+Remember

 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-touchdown-to-remember-seelie-kay/1127753478?ean=2940155373360

 

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About Seelie Kay

 

Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.

 

The writer, editor, and author has more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations.  Writing under a nom de plume, Ms. Kay’s wicked pen and overly inquisitive mind has resulted in six works of fiction, five of which were released in 2017, including Kinky Briefs (2/24), Kinky Briefs, Too (6/2), The Garage Dweller (7/8), Kinky Briefs, Thrice (9/8), and  A Touchdown to Remember (12/7. Kay also contributed to a romance anthology, Pieces of Us (11/24), which was released by The Nu Romantics. Kinky Briefs, Quatro and The President’s Wife are set for release in 2018.

 

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals.  She has also written for such publications as the Minneapolis Star, Kenosha News, Twin Cities Magazine, Virginia Lawyers Weekly, Illinois Legal Times, Wisconsin Opinions and the Wisconsin Law Journal. 

 

A graduate of the University of Minnesota-Twin Cities, and St. Louis University School of Law,  Ms. Kay also attended Northwestern University.  She has been admitted to the bar in Wisconsin and Missouri.

 

Ms. Kay resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

 

She is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

 

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Love and Turmoil by @Luanna_Stewart #historicalromance #romance #giveaway


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Title:  Love and Turmoil

Author:  Luanna Stewart

Genre:  Historical Romance

Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Six months after burying her wastrel husband, Lady Arabella Woodbridge has resigned herself to a lonely life in the countryside with only her two adopted nieces for company. Being a young, respectable widow is – frustrating. Then the charming and wickedly handsome Samuel Payn takes up residence in the neighboring manor house.

Retired explorer and occasional pirate Samuel Payn is on a two-fold mission – retrieve buried loot, and locate the father who abandoned his mother to a life of poverty. But a gang of murderous villains is also after the buried treasure. And someone is threatening to tear apart the lovely widow’s family.

Will Sam’s single-minded determination to uncover his true identity threaten Arabella’s happiness – and his life?

 

Giveaway:

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Excerpt:

“I hope my girls haven’t been bothersome, Mr. Payn.”

 

“Not at all. Edwards had the brilliant idea to search out the nets. I’d not noticed the wide variety of butterflies in the garden, not until we tried to catch them.” He chuckled. “I’m afraid the insects have outwitted us.”

 

She laughed, gazing up into his gorgeous blue eyes, almost silver in the bright light. She breathed in his spicy scent and every part of her came alive. She fought the urge to lean into him, wrap her arms around his slender waist, and bury her face in his chest.

 

Glancing away to gain time to recover from the onslaught of desire, she watched her daughters play. “They appear to be losing interest in a game they can’t win.”

 

Mr. Payn took her hand in his. She met his gaze, his eyes darkened. “Some of us don’t give up after the first attempt or two.”

 

He was not speaking of catching butterflies. He was speaking of catching her.

 

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Author Biography:

Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. As soon as she discovered her grandmother’s stash of romance novels, all plots had to lead to a happily-ever-after.

Luanna writes full time, concentrating on sexy romantic suspense, steamy paranormal romance, and spicy historical romance.

Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna has recently returned to the land of her birth with her dear husband and two spoiled cats. When she’s not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious.

Under her previous pen name of Grace Hood she has two novellas published with The Wild Rose Press.

 

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Falling for the wrestler: A Deceptive Match by @KWilkinsauthor #romance #books #bookstagram


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Title: A Deceptive Match
Author:
 Kelli A. Wilkins
Genre:
 Contemporary Romance

This full-length novel is set in the world of professional wrestling and blends a steamy romance with action, humor, and drama.

 

A Deceptive Match

Falling for the wrestler she had been assigned to interview wasn’t part of Danni’s plan, until Vinnie Valentine pinned her heart in a flash.


Disgruntled with her job as the office assistant for a national sports magazine, Danni Stone impersonates a reporter to prove herself to her boss. Her assignment? Spend thirty days on the road with Vinnie Valentine, a sexy professional wrestler.

Life isn’t going well for the Heavyweight Champ. Vinnie is struggling with a manipulative boss, prepping for the most important match of his career, and feuding with his arch-enemy, Thorn. The last thing he needs is a nosy reporter following him around—even if she is hot.

Thrown together in close quarters, Danni can’t help falling for Vinnie, and she unwittingly becomes a key player in his title match. Their mutual attraction grows, and late one night, they give in to the lustful feelings they’ve been fighting.

As their relationship deepens, Danni considers telling Vinnie her secret. But before she can confess the truth, Vinnie discovers she isn’t the reporter she claims to be. Her lie threatens to ruin everything between them. Will their relationship be destroyed by her deception or will their love win out?

 

Here’s a mild excerpt:

“Hey, Lois Lane. Want to oil my abs before my match?”

Danni glanced up from her notebook. Everett stood over her chair.

Was he going to hit on her for the entire month? “Not now, I’m busy.” She bent her head and continued writing. For the last hour she’d been making lists of questions and reading over her notes.

A minute later, she felt someone standing over her left shoulder. What did Everett want now? She snapped her head up. “Look I—”

The words died on her lips as she found herself staring straight into a black spandex crotch. The bulging groin had a four-inch pink heart embroidered in the center. What on Earth?

Her gaze flickered up, taking in the rock-hard abs, the tanned chest and broad shoulders, until she settled on the honey-blond hair and green eyes. Vinnie flexed his pectoral muscles one at a time and winked at her.

Her pulse quickened, and a bolt of lightning zapped through her. The words HOT AND SWEATY SEX blazed across her mind before she could stop them.

“Oh man, if I had a nickel for every time I saw that look… ” Ev laughed.

Vinnie elbowed Ev in the ribs. “Will you get lost and leave us alone?”

Danni felt her face flush. No wonder women drooled over Vinnie, he looked like a sculpted Greek god.

“How’s it going?” Vinnie asked.

She focused her attention on her notebook and tried to calm her racing heart. What was wrong with her? She had seen Vinnie wrestle on TV, so why was she so flustered at seeing him in person? Maybe because now he was real. Seeing him on TV was one thing, but now he stood less than two feet away from her, half-naked, and close enough to touch.

She dared a peek at Vinnie again. Damn, he was hot. But she had to remain detached and professional. It was the only way she could get through this. “I was writing down questions.”

“Good. I told the guys Nick approved this article. They know who you are and why you’re here. Come with me, I’ll show you around.”

“Yeah, you two have fun together. Play nice,” Everett said.

Danni picked up her tote bag and tagged along behind Vinnie. She couldn’t help but stare at him. His broad back tapered off to a trim waist and—

“Everything okay so far?”

“Yeah, except for Everett.” She walked next to Vinnie, making sure to steer clear of his elbow. He was so tall, his elbow was level with her head. “He wanted me to oil his abs.”

“Don’t get worked up over him. I told you, it means nothing. Ask him to describe his character in one sentence. It’s interesting.”

They approached the backstage area and she followed Vinnie through a red curtain. Sound equipment, dollys, carts, and wires were everywhere. “Watch yourself back here, especially when we’re live. There are cables all over.”

Vinnie waited for her near a black curtain. A dull roar came from the other side. “What’s that noise?”

“The crowd.” Vinnie disappeared behind the curtain and held it aside.

As she stepped toward Vinnie, her heel caught on a cable. She yelped and fell forward. In the blink of an eye, Vinnie spun around and caught her. His left arm coiled around her waist like a python. Her shoulder met his ribs, and she braced herself against his chest with her left hand. His muscles felt hard and warm, like a wall with skin.

For a moment, she was frozen. She could feel Vinnie’s heart thudding beneath his wide chest. He was breathing fast. Heat flared through her, and she swallowed hard. How long had it been since she had touched a man—any man—let alone a hunk like Vinnie?

She flexed her fingers and felt a patch of rough chest hair beneath them. What would Vinnie do if she slid her hand down his stomach to the edge of his tights?

“You okay?”

His deep voice woke her from her fantasy. “Huh? Yeah.” She touched Vinnie’s chest one last time before forcing herself to pull away. “Sorry about that. It’s dark back here.”

“Be careful. If you break your ankle, Nick will have a fit.” Vinnie squeezed her waist and parted the curtain for her. “Take a peek.”

Danni peered into the arena. Standing here reminded her of when she had been in a high school play. What Vinnie said about this being a performance made sense. The ring was his stage.

“Do you get nervous with all those people out there watching you? What if you freeze up?”

“I’ve been at this too long for that. Some guys puke before big pay-per-views, though. It’s their nerves. Let’s head back so I can stretch out.”

Vinnie’s warm hand eased off her waist, and she missed the heavy feel of it. Part of her wanted to trip again, to have Vinnie catch her and hold her one more time. She pushed the thought away. Why was she acting like this? It wasn’t like her. Just because Vinnie was a sex god in spandex didn’t mean she had to fall for him like every other woman. Besides, he wasn’t her type, she reminded herself.

 

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Learn more about the book (and read another excerpt) on my blog: https://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/2017/05/spotlight-on-deceptive-match.html

 

This book was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading about Vin and Danni’s adventures. Although Everett is a secondary character is this story, I fell in love with him and gave him his own romance, A Secret Match. Danni and Vin are also featured in that novel.
I welcome comments and questions from readers, so feel free to contact me via my website, blog, or social media.

Happy Reading,

Kelli A. Wilkins

 

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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, and she’s also been known to scare readers with her horror stories.

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.

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Friday Book Round-Up Pays Tribute to #SueGrafton! #mystery #books #FridayReads


Friday Book Round-Up 2018

 

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. It’s a brand-new year and that means there’s more books to read. While on vacation, I heard the news of Sue Grafton’s passing. My heart clenched as she is, no was, my favorite mystery author. I first heard about her books while I was in college. I lamented to my friend that there wasn’t any good mysteries to read anymore as I had read them all. lol! She gave me her beat-up copy of Grafton’s A is for Alibi, which I read in one sitting and I was hooked. I loved the whole alphabet theme and was an instant fan. Her writing style is gritty yet not so much that my tummy would give me fits. I truly believe even Dame Agatha would’ve read Grafton’s mysteries, had she been alive. I highly recommend each one (couldn’t pick a favorite) which I’ve listed below:

 

“A” is for Alibi: A Kinsey Millhone Mystery

READ THE SENSATIONAL BLOCKBUSTER THAT STARTED IT ALL!

 

Take it from the top in #1 New York Times bestselling author Sue Grafton’s knockout thriller that introduced detective Kinsey Millhone—and a hot new attitude—to crime fiction…

 

A IS FOR AVENGER

A tough-talking former cop, private investigator Kinsey Millhone has set up a modest detective agency in a quiet corner of Santa Teresa, California. A twice-divorced loner with few personal possessions and fewer personal attachments, she’s got a soft spot for underdogs and lost causes.

 

A IS FOR ACCUSED

That’s why she draws desperate clients like Nikki Fife. Eight years ago, she was convicted of killing her philandering husband. Now she’s out on parole and needs Kinsey’s help to find the real killer. But after all this time, clearing Nikki’s bad name won’t be easy.

 

A IS FOR ALIBI

If there’s one thing that makes Kinsey Millhone feel alive, it’s playing on the edge. When her investigation turns up a second corpse, more suspects, and a new reason to kill, Kinsey discovers that the edge is closer—and sharper—than she imagined.

 

“B” Is for Burglar

Beverly Danziger looked like an expensive, carefully wrapped package from a good but conservative shop. Only her compulsive chatter hinted at the nervousness beneath her cool surface. It was a nervousness out of all proportion to the problem she placed before Kinsey Millhone. There was an absent sister. A will to be settled–a matter of only a few thousand dollars. Mrs. Danziger did not look as if she needed a few thousand dollars. And she didn’t seem like someone longing for a family reunion.

 

Still, business was slow, and even a private investigator has bills to pay. Millhone took the job. It looked routine.

 

Elaine Boldt’s wrappings were a good deal flashier than her sister’s, but they signaled the same thing: The lady had money. A rich widow in her early forties, she owned a condo in Boca Raton and another in Santa Teresa. According to the manager of the California building, she was last seen draped in her $12,000 lynx coat heading for Boca Raton. According to the manager of the Florida building, she never got there. But someone else had and she was camping out illegally in Mrs. Boldt’s apartment. The job was beginning to seem a bit less routine.

 

It turned tricky when Beverly Danziger ordered Millhone to drop the case and it took on an ominous quality when Aubrey Danziger surfaced, making all kinds of wild accusations about his wife. But it only became sinister when Millhone learned that just days before Elaine Boldt went missing, her next-door neighbor and bridge partner had been murdered and the killer was still at large.

 

A house destroyed by arson. A brutally murdered a woman. A missing lynx coat. An apartment burgled of valueless papers, another ransacked in a melée of mindless destruction. And more murder. As Millhone digs deeper into the case, she finds herself in a nightmarish hall of mirrors in which reality is distorted by illusion and nothing–except danger–is quite what it seems.

 

“C” Is for Corpse

He was young-maybe twenty or so-and he must once have been a good-looking kid. Kinsey could see that. But now his body was covered in scars, his face half-collapsed. It saddened Kinsey and made her curious. She could see he was in a lot of pain. But for three weeks, as Kinsey’d watched him doggedly working out at the local gym, putting himself through a grueling exercise routine, he never spoke.

 

Then one Monday morning when there was no one else in the gym, Bobby Callahan approached her. His story was hard to credit: a murderous assault by a tailgating car on a lonely rural road, a roadside smash into a canyon 400 feet below, his Porsche a bare ruin, his best friend dead. The doctors had managed to put his body back together again-sort of. His mother’s money had seen to that. What they couldn’t fix was his mind, couldn’t restore the huge chunks of memory wiped out by the crash. Bobby knew someone had tried to kill him, but he didn’t know why. He knew he had the key to something that made him dangerous to the killer, but he didn’t know what it was. And he sensed that someone was still out there, ready to pounce at the first sign his memory was coming back. He’d been to the cops, but they’d shrugged off his story. His family thought he had a screw loose. But he was scared-scared to death. He wanted to hire Kinsey.

 

His case didn’t have a whole lot going for it, but he was hard to resist: young, brave, hurt. She took him on. And three days later, Bobby Callahan was dead.

 

Kinsey Millhone never welshed a deal. She’d been hired to stop a killing. Now she’d find the killer.

 

“D” Is for Deadbeat

He called himself Alvin Limardo, and the job he had for Kinsey was cut-and-dried: locate a kid who’d done him a favor and pass on a check for $25,000. It was only later, after he’d stiffed her for her retainer, that Kinsey found out his name was Daggett. John Daggett. Ex-con. Inveterate liar. Chronic drunk. And dead. The cops called it an accident–death by drowning. Kinsey wasn’t so sure.

 

Pulled into the detritus of a dead man’s life, Kinsey soon realizes that Daggett had an awful lot of enemies. There’s the daughter who grew up with a cheating drunk for a father, and the wife who’s become a religious nut in response to an intolerable marriage. There’s the lady who thought she was Mrs. Daggett–and has the bruises to prove it–only to discover the legal Mrs. D. And there are the drug dealers out $25,000. But most of all, there are the families of the five people John Daggett killed, victims of his wild, drunken driving. The D.A. called it vehicular manslaughter and put him away for two years. The families called it murder and had very good reason to want John Daggett dead.

 

Deft, cunning, and clever, this latest Millhone mystery also confronts some messy truths, for, as Kinsey herself says, “Some debts of the human soul are so enormous only life itself is sufficient forfeit”–but as she’d be the first to admit, murder is not a socially acceptable solution.

 

“E” Is for Evidence

E IS FOR EX

 

It was the silly season and a Monday at that, and Kinsey Millhone was bogged down in a preliminary report on a fire claim. Something was nagging at her, but she couldn’t pin it. The last thing she needed in the morning mail was a letter from her bank recording an erroneous $5,000 deposit in her account. Kinsey had never believed in Santa Claus and she wasn’t about to change her mind now. Resigning herself to a morning of frustration, she phoned the bank and, assaulted by canned carols, waited on hold for an officer to clear up the snafu.

 

It was with something less than Christmas cheer that Kinsey faced off only minutes later with California Fidelity’s Mac Voorhies. Voorhies was smart, humorless, stingy with praise, and totally fair. He was frowning now.

 

“I got a phone call this morning.” he said, his frown deepening. “Somebody says you’re on the take.”

 

Suddenly the $5,000 deposit clicked into place. It wasn’t a mistake. It was a setup.

 

“E” is for evidence: evidence planted, evidence lost. “E” is for ex-lovers and evasions, enemies and endings. For Kinsey, “E” is for everything she stands to lose if she can’t exonerate herself: her license, her livelihood, her good name. And so she takes on a new client: namely, Kinsey Millhone, thirty-two and twice-divorced, ex-cop and wisecracking loner, a California private investigator with a penchant for lost causes–one of which, it is to be hoped, is not herself.

 

As Kinsey begins to unravel the frame-up, she finds that her future is intimately tied to one family’s past and to the explosive secret it has protected for almost twenty years. Digging deeper, she discovers that probing the past can have lethal consequences as she follows a trail of murder that leads to her own front door. And in what may well be her most challenging case, Kinsey comes up against the fact that sometimes, “E” is forever.

 

“F” Is for Fugitive

Floral Beach wasn’t much of a town: six streets long and three deep, its only notable feature a strip of sand fronting the Pacific. It was on that sandy beach seventeen years ago that the strangled body of Jean Timberlake had been found.

 

The people of floral Beach didn’t pay a whole lot of mind to past history, especially when Bailey Fowler, the self-confessed killer, had been properly processed and convicted. They weren’t even unduly concerned when, a year after the murder, Fowler walked away from the men’s prison at San Luis Obispo, never to be seen again. After all, everyone knew Jean had been a wild kid. “Like mother, like daughter,” some said–though never within hearing of Shana Timberlake, who, whatever her faults, still mourned her murdered child.

 

And then, by sheer fluke, the cops stumbled on Bailey Fowler. And a case seventeen years dead came murderously to life again.

 

For Royce Fowler, old and sick with not much time left, his son’s reappearance was the chance to heal an old wound. For Kinsey Millhone, the case was a long shot, but she agreed to take it on. She couldn’t know then it would lead her to probe the passions buried just below the surface of family relations, where old wounds fester and the most cherished emotions become warped until they fuse into deadly, soul-destroying time bombs.

 

“G” Is for Gumshoe

G IS FOR GAME…

 

When Irene Gersh asks PI Kinsey Millhone to locate her elderly mother Agnes, whom she hasn’t heard from in six months, it’s not exactly the kind of case Kinsey jumps for. But a girl’s gotta pay her bills, and this should be easy money—or so she thinks. Kinsey finds Agnes in a hospital. Aside from her occasional memory lapses, the octogenarian seems fine. And frightened.

 

G IS FOR GUN…

 

Kinsey doesn’t know what to make of Agnes’s vague fears and bizarre ramblings, but she’s got her own worries. It seems Tyrone Patty, a criminal she helped put behind bars, is looking to make a hit. First, Kinsey’s car is run off the road, and then days later, she’s almost gunned down, setting in motion a harrowing cat and mouse game…

 

G IS FOR GUMSHOE

 

So Kinsey decides to hire a bodyguard. With PI Robert Dietz watching her 24/7, Kinsey is feeling on edge…especially with their growing sexual tension. Then, Agnes dies of an apparent homicide, Kinsey realizes the old lady wasn’t so senile after all—and maybe she was trying to tell her something? Now Kinsey’s determined to learn the truth…even if it kills her.

 

“H” Is for Homicide

His name was Parnell Perkins, and until shortly after midnight, he’d been a claims adjustor for California Fidelity. Then someone came along and put paid to that line of work. And to any other. Parnell Perkins had been shot at close range and left for dead in the parking lot outside California Fidelity’s offices.

 

To the cops, it looked like a robbery gone sour. To Kinsey Millhone, it looked like the cops were walking away from the case. She didn’t like the idea that a colleague and sometime drinking companion had been murdered. Or the idea that his murderer was loose and on the prowl. It made her feel exposed. Vulnerable.

 

Bibianna Diaz was afraid for her life. If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that you didn’t cross Raymond Maldonado and live to tell the tale. And Bibianna had well and truly crossed him, running out on his crazy wedding plans and going into hiding in Santa Teresa–light years away from the Los Angeles barrio that was home turf to Raymond and his gang. Now she needed money to buy time, to make sure she’d put enough space between them. And the quickest way she knew to get money was to work an insurance scam–just like the ones Raymond was running down in L.A. The trouble was, Bibianna picked California Fidelity as her mark. And it wasn’t long before her name surfaced in one of Parnell Perkins’s open files and Kinsey was on her case. But so, too, was her spurned suitor, Raymond Maldonado.

 

He had a rap sheet as long as his arm, a hair-trigger temper that was best left untested, and an inability to take no for an answer. He also had Tourette’s syndrome, which did nothing to smooth out the kinks in his erratic and often violent behavior. All in all, Raymond Maldonado was not someone to spend a lot of time hanging out with. Unfortunately for Kinsey, she didn’t have a lot of choice in the mater. Not after the love-sick Raymond kidnapped Bibianna. Like it or not, Kinsey was stuck babysitting Bibianna along with Raymond and his macho crew. You might say she was a prisoner of love.

 

“I” Is for Innocent

Readers of Sue Grafton’s fiction know she never writes the same book twice, and “I” Is For Innocent is no exception. Her most intricately plotted novel to date, it is layered in enough complexity to baffle even the cleverest among us.

 

Lonnie Kingman is in a bind. He’s smack in the middle of assembling a civil suit, and the private investigator who was doing his pretrial legwork has just dropped dead of a heart attack. In a matter of weeks the court’s statute of limitations will put paid to his case. Five years ago David Barney walked when a jury acquitted him of the murder of his rich wife, Isabelle. Now Kingman, acting as attorney for the dead woman’s ex-husband and their child (and sure that the jury made a serious mistake), is trying to divest David Barney of the profits of that murder. But time is running out, and David Barney still swears he’s innocent.

 

Patterned along the lines of a legal case, “I” Is For Innocent is seamlessly divided into thirds: one-third of the novel is devoted to the prosecution, one-third to the defense, and a final third to cross-examination and rebuttal. The result is a trial novel without a trial and a crime novel that resists solution right to the end.

 

When Kinsey Millhone agrees to take over Morley Shine’s investigation, she thinks it is a simple matter of tying up the loose ends. Morley might have been careless about his health, but he was an old pro at the business. So it comes as a real shock when she finds his files in disarray, his key informant less than credible, and his witnesses denying ever having spoken with him. It comes as a bigger shock when she finds that every claim David Barney has made checks out. But if Barney didn’t murder his wife, who did? It would seem the list of candidates is a long one. In life, Isabelle Barney had stepped on a lot of toes.

 

In “I” Is For Innocent, Sue Grafton once again demonstrates her mastery of those telling details that reveal our most intimate and conflicted relationships. As Kinsey comments on the give-and-take by which we humans deal with each other, for better and sometimes for worse, the reader is struck yet again by how acute a social observer Ms. Grafton can be. Frequently funny and sometimes caustic, she is also surprisingly compassionate– understanding how little in life is purely black and white. Except for murder.

 

Somewhere out there, a killer waits to see just what Kinsey will find out. Somewhere out there, someone’s been getting away with murder, and this time it just might turn out to be Kinsey’s.

 

“J” Is for Judgment

“J” is for Jaffe: Wendell Jaffe, dead these past five years. Or so it seemed until his former insurance agent spotted him in the bar of a dusty little resort halfway between Cabo San Lucas and La Paz.

 

“In truth, the facts about Wendell Jaffe had nothing to do with my family history, but murder is seldom tidy and no one ever said revelations operate in a straight line. It was my investigation into the dead man’s past that triggered the inquiry into my own, and in the end the two stories became difficult to separate.”

 

Five years ago, when Jaffe’s thirty-five-foot Fuji ketch was found drifting off the Baja coast, it seemed a sure thing he’d gone overboard. The note he left behind admitted he was flat broke, his business bankrupt, his real estate gambit nothing but a huge Ponzi scheme about to collapse, with criminal indictment certain to follow. When the authorities soon after descended on his banks and his books, there was nothing left: Jaffe had stripped the lot.

 

“Given my insatiable curiosity and my natural inclination to poke my nose in where it doesn’t belong, it was odd to realize how little attention I’d paid to my own past. I’d simply accepted what I was told, constructing my personal mythology on the flimsiest of facts.”

 

But Jaffe wasn’t quite without assets. There was the $500,000 life insurance policy made out to his wife and underwritten by California Fidelity. With no corpse to prove death, however, the insurance company was in no hurry to pay the claim. Dana Jaffe had to wait out the statutory five years until her missing husband could be declared legally dead. Just two months before Wendell Jaffe was sighted in that dusty resort bar, California Fidelity finally paid in full. Now they wanted the truth. And they were willing to hire Kinsey Millhone to dig it up.

 

As Kinsey pushes deeper into the mystery surrounding Wendell Jaffe’s pseudocide, she explores her own past, discovering that in family matters as in crime, sometimes it’s better to reserve judgment.

 

“J” is for judgment: the kind we’re quick to make and often quicker to regret.

 

“K” Is for Killer

Lorna Kepler was beautiful and willful, a loner who couldn’t resist flirting with danger. Maybe that’s what killed her.

 

Her death had raised a host of tough questions. The cops suspected homicide, but they could find neither motive nor suspect. Even the means were mysterious: Lorna’s body was so badly decomposed when it was discovered that they couldn’t be certain she hadn’t died of natural causes. In the way of overworked cops everywhere, the case was gradually shifted to the back burner and became another unsolved file.

 

Only Lorna’s mother kept it alive, consumed by the certainty that somebody out there had gotten away with murder.

 

In the ten months since her daughter’s death, Janice Kepler had joined a support group, trying to come to terms with her loss and her anger. It wasn’t helping. And so, leaving a session one evening and noticing a light on in the offices of Millhone Investigations, she knocked on the door.

 

In answering that knock, Kinsey Millhone is pulled into the netherworld of unavenged murder, where only a pact with the devil will satisfy the restless ghosts of the victims and give release to the living they have left behind.

 

Eleven books into the series that has won her readers around the world, Sue Grafton takes a darkside turn, pitching us into a shadow land of pain and grief where killers still walk free, unaccused, unpunished, unrepentant. With “K” is for Killer she offers a tale that is dark, complex, and deeply disturbing.

 

“L” is for Lawless

Kinsey’s skills are about to be sorely tested. She is about to meet her duplicitous match in a couple of world-class prevaricators who quite literally take her for the ride of her life.

 

“L” Is for Lawless: Call it Kinsey Millhone in bad company. Call it a mystery without a murder, a treasure hunt without a map, a quest novel with truly mixed-up motives. Call it the return of Kinsey as bad girl– quick-witted and quicksilvery, smart-mouthed and smart-alecky– poking her nose into everyone’s dirty laundry as she joins up with a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde in an Our Gang comedy that will take her halfway across the country and leave her with a major headache and an empty bank balance.

 

America’s favorite borderline delinquent is back with her one-liners on tap and her energy level on high, romping through her fastest and funniest adventure in this, her twelfth foray into the alphabet of crime.

 

“M” Is for Malice

M” is for money. Lots of it. “M” is for Malek Construction, the $40 million company that grew out of modest soil to become one of the big three in California construction, one of the few still in family hands.

 

“M” is for the Malek family: four sons now nearing middle age who stand to inherit a fortune–four men with very different outlooks, temperaments, and needs, linked only by blood and money. Eighteen years ago, one of them–angry, troubled, and in trouble–went missing.

 

“M” is for Millhone, hired to trace that missing black sheep brother.

 

“M” is for memories, none of them happy. The bitter memories of an embattled family. This prodigal son will find no welcome at his family’s table. “M” is for malice.

 

And in brutal consequence, “M” is for murder, the all-too-common outcome of familial hatreds.

 

“M” is for malice . . . and malice kills.

 

“N” Is for Noose

Kinsey Millhone should have done something else–she should have turned the car in the direction of home. Instead, she was about to put herself in the gravest jeopardy of her career.

 

Tom Newquist had been a detective in the Nota Lake sheriff’s office–a tough, honest cop respected by everyone. When he died suddenly, the townsfolk were saddened but not surprised: Just shy of sixty-five, Newquist worked too hard, smoked too much, and exercised too little. That plus an appetite for junk food made him a poster boy for an American Heart Association campaign. Newquist’s widow didn’t doubt the coroner’s report. But what Selma couldn’t accept was not knowing what had so bothered Tom in the last six weeks of his life. What was it that had made him prowl restlessly at night, that had him brooding constantly? Selma Newquist wanted closure, and the only way she’d get it was if she found out what it was that had so bedeviled her husband. Kinsey should have dumped the case. It was vague and hopeless, like looking for a needle in a haystack. Instead, she set up shop in Nota Lake, where she found that looking for a needle in a haystack can draw blood. Very likely, her own.”N” Is for Noose: a novel in which Kinsey Millhone becomes the target and an entire town seems in for the kill.

 

“O” Is for Outlaw

Through fourteen books, fans have been fed short rations when it comes to Kinsey Millhone’s past: a morsel here, a dollop there. We know of the aunt who raised her, the second husband who left her, the long-lost family up the California coast. But husband number one remained a blip on the screen until now.

 

The call comes on a Monday morning from a guy who scavenges defaulted storage units at auction. Last week he bought a stack. They had stuff in them–Kinsey stuff. For thirty bucks, he’ll sell her the lot. Kinsey’s never been one for personal possessions, but curiosity wins out and she hands over a twenty (she may be curious but she loves a bargain). What she finds amid childhood memorabilia is an old undelivered letter.

 

It will force her to reexamine her beliefs about the breakup of that first marriage, about the honor of that first husband, about an old unsolved murder. It will put her life in the gravest peril. “O” Is for Outlaw: Kinsey’s fifteenth adventure into the dark side of human nature.

 

“P” Is for Peril

Kinsey Millhone never sees it coming. She is mired in the case of a doctor who disappeared, his angry ex-wife, and beautiful current one—a case that is full of unfinished business, unfinished homes, and people drifting in and out of their own lives. Then Kinsey gets a shock. A man she finds attractive is hiding a fatal secret—and now a whole lot of beauty, money, and lies are proving to be a fatal distraction from what Kinsey should have seen all along: a killer standing right before her eyes…

 

“Q” Is for Quarry

She was a “Jane Doe,” an unidentified white female whose decomposed body was discovered near a quarry off California’s Highway 1. The case fell to the Santa Teresa County Sheriff’s Department, but the detectives had little to go on. The woman was young, her hands were bound with a length of wire, there were multiple stab wounds, and her throat had been slashed. After months of investigation, the case remained unsolved. That was eighteen years ago. Now, the two men who found the body, both nearing the end of long careers in law enforcement, want one last shot at the case. Old and ill, they need someone to do the legwork for them, and they turn to Kinsey Millhone. They will, they tell her, find closure if they can just identify the victim. Kinsey is intrigued with the challenge and agrees to work with them. But revisiting the past can be a dangerous business, and what begins with the pursuit of Jane Doe’s real identity ends in a high-risk hunt for her killer.

 

“R” Is for Ricochet

Reba Lafferty was a daughter of privilege, the only child of an adoring father. Nord Lafferty was already in his fifties when Reba was born, and he could deny her nothing. Over the years, he quietly settled her many scrapes with the law, but he wasn’t there for her when she was convicted of embezzlement and sent to the California Institution for Women. Now, at thirty-two, she is about to be paroled, having served twenty-two months of a four-year sentence. Nord Lafferty wants to be sure she stays straight, stays at home and away from the drugs, the booze, the gamblers.” “It seems a straightforward assignment for Kinsey: babysit Reba until she settles in, make sure she follows all the rules of her parole. Maybe all of a week’s work. Nothing untoward – the woman seems remorseful and friendly. And the money is good.” But life is never that simple, and Reba is out of prison less than twenty-four hours when one of her old crowd comes circling round.

 

“S” Is for Silence

Cases don’t get much colder than that of Violet Sullivan, who disappeared from her rural California town in 1953, leaving behind an abusive husband and a seven-year-old named Daisy. But P.I. Kinsey Millhone has promised Daisy she’ll try her best to locate Violet, dead or alive. Kinsey tries to pick up a trail by speaking to those who remember her-and perhaps were more involved in her life than they let on.

 

But the trail could lead her somewhere very dangerous. Because the case may have gone cold, but some peoples’ feelings about Violet Sullivan still run as hot as ever…

 

“T” Is for Trespass

A miser and a hoarder, Gus Vronsky is so crotchety that after he takes a bad fall, his only living relative is anxious to find him some hired help and get back home as soon as she can.

In an effort to help, Gus’s neighbor, private investigator Kinsey Millhone, runs a check on an applicant for the job, Solana Rojas. Social Security, driver’s license, nursing certification: It all checks out. And it sounds like she did a good job for her former employers. So Kinsey gives her the thumbs-up, figuring Gus will be the ideal assignment for this diligent, experienced caregiver.

 

And the real Solana Rojas was indeed an excellent caregiver. But the woman who has stolen her identity is not, and for her, Gus will be the ideal victim…

 

“U” Is for Undertow

Eyewitness testimony is notoriously unreliable. Even more so when Kinsey Millhone’s only lead is a grown man dredging up a repressed childhood memory—of something that may never have happened…

 

Looking solemn, Michael Sutton arrives in Kinsey’s office with a story: When he was six, he wandered into the woods and saw two men digging a hole. They claimed they were pirates, looking for treasure. Now, the long-forgotten incident has come back to him—and he is convinced that he witnessed the burial of a kidnapped child.

 

Kinsey has little to go on. Sutton doesn’t even know where he was that day—and, she soon discovers, he has a history of what might generously be called an active imagination. Despite her doubts, Kinsey sets out to locate the so-called burial site. And what’s found there pulls her into a current of deceit stretching back more than twenty years…

 

“V” Is for Vengeance

Private detective Kinsey Millhone feels a bit out of place in Nordstrom’s lingerie department, but she’s entirely in her element when she puts a stop to a brazen shoplifting spree. For her trouble she nearly gets run over in the parking lot by one of the fleeing thieves—and later learns that the one who didn’t get away has been found dead in an apparent suicide. But Audrey Vance’s grieving fiancé suspects murder and hires Kinsey to investigate—in a case that will reveal a big story behind a small crime, and lead her into a web that connects a shadowy “private banker,” an angry trophy wife, a spoiled kid with a spiraling addiction, and a brutal killer without a conscience…

 

“W” Is for Wasted

W is for…wanderer…worthless…wronged…W is for Wasted.

 

Two dead men changed the course of my life that fall. One of them I knew and the other I’d never laid eyes on until I saw him in the morgue.

 

The first was a local PI of suspect reputation. He’d been gunned down near the beach at Santa Teresa. It looked like a robbery gone bad. The other was on the beach six weeks later. He’d been sleeping rough. Probably homeless. No identification. A slip of paper with Millhone’s name and number was in his pants pocket. The coroner asked her to come to the morgue to see if she could ID him.

 

Two seemingly unrelated deaths, one a murder, the other apparently of natural causes.

 

But as Kinsey digs deeper into the mystery of the John Doe, some very strange linkages begin to emerge. Not just between the two victims, but also to Kinsey’s past. And before long Kinsey, through no fault of her own, is thoroughly compromised…

 

“X”

X:  The number ten. An unknown quantity. A mistake. A cross. A kiss.

 

X:  The shortest entry in Webster’s Unabridged. Derived from Greek and Latin and commonly found in science, medicine, and religion. The most graphically dramatic letter. Notoriously tricky to pronounce: think xylophone.

 

X:  The twenty-fourth letter in the English alphabet.

 

Sue Grafton’s X: Perhaps her darkest and most chilling novel, it features a remorseless serial killer who leaves no trace of his crimes. Once again breaking the rules and establishing new paths, Grafton wastes little time identifying this sociopath. The test is whether Kinsey can prove her case against him before she becomes his next victim.

 

“Y” is for Yesterday

The darkest and most disturbing case report from the files of Kinsey Millhone, Y is for Yesterday begins in 1979, when four teenage boys from an elite private school sexually assault a fourteen-year-old classmate—and film the attack.  Not long after, the tape goes missing and the suspected thief, a fellow classmate, is murdered. In the investigation that follows, one boy turns state’s evidence and two of his peers are convicted. But the ringleader escapes without a trace.

 

Now, it’s 1989 and one of the perpetrators, Fritz McCabe, has been released from prison. Moody, unrepentant, and angry, he is a virtual prisoner of his ever-watchful parents—until a copy of the missing tape arrives with a ransom demand. That’s when the McCabes call Kinsey Millhone for help. As she is drawn into their family drama, she keeps a watchful eye on Fritz. But he’s not the only one being haunted by the past. A vicious sociopath with a grudge against Millhone may be leaving traces of himself for her to find…

 

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MRS N, Book Addict