Blog Tour & Giveaway: Honor Among Seals by Dixie Lee Brown

Honor Among Seals
Hearts of Valor #2
by Dixie Lee Brown
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pub Date: 10/9/2018
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Working for a security company with his brothers-in-arms has given former
SEAL Matt “MacGyver” Iverson a reason to get up every morning.
But keeping a runaway bride from harm isn’t in his job description . . .
Former Marine Kellie Greyson is in over her head. A cold-hearted ultimatum leaves
her no choice but to wed mob boss Tony Palazzi. But when she overhears his
deadly plans for her after she says ‘I do,’ Kellie flees his
casino, only to wind up in a seedy Vegas bar. The next thing she
knows, she’s waking up beside a protective powerhouse of a man . . .
Though Kellie’s body kickstarts his into high gear, MacGyver is all business trying to
convince her that they need each other. Both are looking for missing
people—and all roads lead to Palazzi. MacGyver will have to lay all
his cards on the table to get Kellie to trust him in a game they
might not survive . . .
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Heart Of A Seal
Hearts of Valor #1
They’re brothers in arms, Navy SEALS risking their lives for their country

. . . and the women they love.

This is Luke Harding’s story.

Six months in a desert hellhole taught Navy SEAL Luke Harding things he
never wanted to learn about life and death. Only tender memories of
the beautiful brunette he met a few weeks before his deployment
helped get him through the torturous days and nights. Back in the
States after a perilous rescue, physically and emotionally damaged,
Luke’s about to plunge into a new kind of war. In a seemingly
bucolic Idaho town, Sally Duncan faces real—and
unpredictable—danger.

All Sally ever wanted was a safe place to raise her nine-year-old
daughter. Her identity hidden behind a façade of secrets and lies,
can she trust Luke—a man she barely knows—with the truth? Even as
they give in to long-denied passion, a killer with a personal
vendetta is setting an ambush that will leave them praying for a
miracle and fighting for the future they may not live to see.

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Dixie Lee Brown lives and writes in Central Oregon, inspired by
gorgeous scenery and three hundred sunny days a year. Having moved
from South Dakota as a child to Washington, Montana and then to
Oregon, she feels at home in the west. She resides with two dogs and
a cat, who are currently all the responsibility she can handle. Dixie
works fulltime as a bookkeeper. When she’s not writing or working,
she loves to read, enjoy movies, and if it were possible, she’d
spend all of her time at the beach. She is also the author of the
Trust No One romantic suspense series, published by Avon Impulse.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Thetis by Greg Boose

Thetis
The Deep Sky Saga Book 2
by Greg Boose
Genre: YA Sci-fi Fantasy
Pub Date: 10/8/18
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Lost meets The 100 in this action-packed YA science fiction series.
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Blind and broken, orphaned teenager Jonah Lincoln reluctantly boards a
rescue ship bound for the planet Thetis, but not before it picks up a
few more surprising and dangerous survivors from the massacre on the
moon Achilles. After regaining his sight, Jonah sees the gated colony
on Thetis is just as he feared–cloaked in mystery and under an
oppressive rule with no one to trust–and that outside the walls,
it’s even worse. Surrounded by terrifying new landscapes and
creatures, Jonah and his friends fight to save the colony and restore
order to the planet.
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The gray grass under Jonah’s boots pops and shatters with every step. He follows the adults into the trees, stepping where they step, bracing his hands where theirs just were. It’s hot and sticky, and his gray jumpsuit clings to his skin like wet tissues.

“We found the yellow jacket right over there,” the woman says, pointing to the bottom of a large, twisted tree. “Showed up in our headlights while we’re headed back to camp.”

 

Jonah stares at the tree and the blood on its trunk, wondering why they didn’t leave the jacket where it was for evidence, or immediately investigate once they found it. He also wonders whose blood it is. Did Paul wake up and attack Dr. Z, ripping her jacket off and then chasing her into the forest? Or did Dr. Z carve up Paul’s skin with some new message to warn the others?

He stumbles past everyone, making his own path, and soon finds himself standing on the edge of a cliff. Half a mile below, thousands of geysers erupt in the valley, creating an enormous cloud of green mist that hovers overhead, blocking out the sun. The cliff Jonah stands on goes on for miles and miles, almost completely circling the valley. Way off on his right, a series of waterfalls descend the cliff into a giant pool that narrows and funnels into a twisting stream, cutting right through the geysers on the valley floor.

“You see those little black dots in all those waterfalls?” the woman asks as she comes up behind him.

Jonah thinks he might see some black specks in the water when he squints but can’t be sure.

The woman holds her sheaf out in front of Jonah’s face and turns on the camera. She raises her chin, triggering the zoom function, and suddenly it’s as if they’re hovering right above a waterfall halfway up the cliff. On her screen, small horned animals with squashed, pig-like faces bob up and down in the water above one of the falls. There are hundreds of them, maybe thousands. And they go over the falls seemingly without worry, plummeting with their short arms held above their heads. The woman zooms in even closer on a couple of the animals, following them all the way down the cliff, down waterfall after waterfall, and when they finally reach the giant pool at the bottom, they go underwater and never resurface, disappearing without a trace. Her sheaf scans the pool’s surface and then follows the stream cutting through the valley. Not one of the animals floats through. Thousands keep coming down the falls, and then they’re gone.

“Are they…Dying? Are they killing themselves?” Jonah asks.

“Maybe,” the woman answers. “But we don’t know for sure because we can’t find any bodies. They just,” she snaps her fingers, “go away. Even with our drones, we can’t figure it out. Yet.”

Jonah watches for a few more seconds before his eyes are drawn to a splattering of blood near his feet. There’s more to his left, and he quickly starts to follow it down a ridge that hugs the cliff’s edge.

“Yo, Firstie,” Vespa says behind him. “Wait up.”

The man with the ponytail suddenly pushes past Vespa and then Jonah, descending the ridge in a jog with series of loud, hacking coughs, his head still nodding, his rifle bouncing on his back.

“He lives for this kind of stuff,” the woman says as she drops in line behind Vespa. The bald man takes up the rear, whistling and clicking his tongue as if this is just a walk in the park.

“Does he keep nodding because of the…What’s wrong?” Vespa asks.

“It’s from the wormhole,” the woman says. “He hasn’t been able to stop moving his head ever since we went through two years ago. Even does it in his sleep, from what I’ve heard.”

The ridge continues to descend and curve left, ending at a large, circular space dotted with cave entrances. As Jonah comes down the final steps of the ridge, he doesn’t know where to look: at the half-circle of black doorways punched into the stone, or at the small sculptures all around him; rocks of all sizes and shapes are stacked on top of each other, balancing and wobbling in the swirling wind that sweeps through the area.

“Who the hell made those?” Vespa asks.

A low groan comes from one of the caves. The man with the ponytail whips his gun off his back and looks through his scope, nodding and bobbing the barrel of the rifle from cave to cave until pointing at one on the left. “He’s in there.”

 

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Blog Tour: Hell is the Tie That Binds by Hope Daniels & Alicia Dawn

 

Paranormal Erotic Romance

Date Published: October 5, 2018 

All is not well in paradise…

Zoey cannot forgive Pack Alpha Ryan for a wrong that hits too close to home. They’ve kept secrets from one another, but it hasn’t kept Zoey from wanting Ryan with the same intensity as day one. The question is, does Ryan still want her?

Ryan will keep his Pack safe above all else. He accepted the position of Alpha, and will now play his part. Even if keeping them safe means he has to get blood on his hands.

In a story of love and revenge, can two flames come together in a time of crisis and lead a Pack and a Coven to victory or will they burn so hot, they destroy everything they have created?

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About the Authors

International Best Selling Author Hope Daniels grew up in a small resort area in Michigan where she and her husband still live today. As the third child of four, she had an exhaustive imagination. From straddling the back-porch railing as a wild cowgirl, to saving the world as Wonder Woman complete with homemade bullet stopping bracelets. She was always taking what she read and making it as real as she could, now if she could just find the wolf shifter of her dreams…

Daniels loves to write in multiple genre which includes her short in the Amazon Bestselling Anthology Black Magic (A Women of Urban Fantasy Production), a Contemporary and YA short in the LDLInk Anthologies and a MM Gay Romance in the Encompass Ink’s All You Need Is Love Anthology, titled Always and Forever. She is also the co-author to the Magical Forces series books with Author Alicia Dawn. 

Contact Information

Website: www.hopewdaniels.com

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HDanielsAuthor

Blog: https://www.hopewdaniels.com/blog

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/hopedaniels1/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14735445.Hope_Daniels

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hopedanielsauthor/

Hope on Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/Hope Daniels

Hope on AuthorGraph: https://www.authorgraph.com/authors/HDanielsAuthor

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Your average 9-5 workaholic that took care of every day business. After 10 long years of having no life, outside of home and work, she found Facebook as so many others had. Always having the passion, since she was in the fourth grade, to read and write, she got drawn into the Role Playing world. Living, via roleplay, a place where stories picked up and continued on even after the book was done. This was a whole new world.

Loving that the stories, she had devoured and loved to read were now never ending. She became captivated by all the tales that others with the same passion created, and Role Played out on Facebook. Getting drawn into something that she had never done before, but always in back of her mind wished she could do, Alicia started Role Playing on Facebook in 2010, meeting Nikita Jakz along the way, and many other fascinating people.

After a year, she decided to be adventurous and create her own characters. Not unlike what all authors do, when creating those awesome books that she had coveted and devoured when they came out. Joining a group of independent writers. A lot of voices were yearning to be wrote and she got busy working on letting them out!

With four books self-published in paranormal and one in young adult, she is working on a new paranormal series with writing partner Hope Daniels.

Website: http://aliciadawn.weebly.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Alicia.Dawn.Author/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/@AliciaDawn71

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

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Silent Whispers by Tami Urbanek

 

Non-Fiction

Date Published: January 7, 2018

 

When Tami Urbanek began working with the public as a medium, she never envisioned how her path would change. Moving beyond working with people’s spirit guides, deceased children began arriving to share their own shocking experiences. These children revealed the horrific torture and government scientific experiments that ultimately led to their death. With a heavy heart, Tami listened to their stories and helped them to feel loved and safe in order to cross over to the other side. Tami, along with two other women, began traveling to different locations, within the United States, to assist deceased children who were caught in a cycle of pain. Little did they know they would eventually begin attracting the attention of extraterrestrials. It became obvious the ETs were also invested in the experiments and they would attempt to thwart the efforts of these three women. Silent Whispers will challenge readers’ belief system and perhaps lead them to question the reality that surrounds them.

Purchase Links

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2J9Z6gG

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/silent-whispers-tami-a-urbanek/1127784172?ean=9781981971541

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/silent-whispers-what-one-thinks-is-crazy-another-knows-is-true-1

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About the Author

Tami works with the public as a medium. She connects people with their spirit guides for life guidance and deep healing. On the side, she has many different paranormal experiences about which she writes and is working on her third book, a follow-up to Silent Whispers. For fun, Tami enjoys traveling, good food, and good wine. She and her family have lived in Colorado for most of her life.

  

Contact Information

Website: empowermentthroughhealing.org

Facebook: www.facebook.com/silentwhispersbook

Twitter: @tamiurbanek

Blog: thesilentwhisperinthedark.com

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/book/show/37804848-silent-whispers-what-one-thinks-is-crazy-another-knows-is-true

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Book Blitz & Giveaway: Where Triples Go To Die by Phil Hutcheon

 

Sports Fiction  

Date Published: October 2017

Publisher: Inkwater Press

In irreverent, laugh-out-loud style, Where Triples Go to Die illuminates the messy intersection of sports, race, and romance in contemporary college life. Black superstar Juke Jackson and white counselor Malcolm Wade, each facing relationship crises at home, forge a bond at school as Wade guides Jackson’s quest to join the legion of African Americans who transformed our national pastime. An array of intervening campus issues—date rape, unplanned pregnancy, revenge porn, academic integrity violations, and the aftershocks of war among them—will keep even readers unfamiliar with The Infield Fly Rule turning the pages to find out what happens next.

Purchase Links

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2S6q257

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/where-triples-go-to-die-phil-hutcheon/1127186580?ean=9781629015149

IndieBound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781629015149

Publisher: http://inkwaterbooks.com/triples/

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Praise for “Where Triples Go to Die”

“Phil Hutcheon illuminates the messy intersection of sports, race, and romance in contemporary college life. Black superstar Juke Jackson and white counselor Malcom Wade, each facing a relationship crisis at home, forge a bond at school as Wade guides Jackson’s quest to join the legion of African Americans who transformed our national pastime. An array of intervening campus issues, including sexual assault, unplanned pregnancy, revenge porn, academic integrity violations, and the aftershocks of war, will keep even readers unfamiliar with The Infield Fly Rule turning the pages to find out what happens next. A deftly written and inherently compelling novel by an author with a genuine flair for crafting memorably irreverent characters embedded in a narrative driven story of humor and pathos from first page to last, Where Triples Go To Die will linger in the mind and memory of the reader long after the book itself has been finished and setback up on the shelf.” — Midwest Book Review

“Where Triples Go To Die by Phil Hutcheon masterfully intertwines the lives of two men from different racial and socioeconomic backgrounds who are in different phases of life but are connected through their love of baseball. The humorous novel is filled with sex and scandal alongside the much more serious topics of suicide, alcoholism, and race. Julius “Juke” Jackson is on the verge of suicide after a terrible play in his final baseball game and his live-in girlfriend’s decision to move in with someone else. Malcolm Wade, the college counselor,happens to pass by at the right moment to find Jackson on the verge of a suicide attempt and talks him down. Wade, who has his own relationship issues,works tirelessly to help Jackson through his personal issues. The journey for the two men begins here. The quick-paced novel never loses momentum, as new characters and elements are added into the mix. Hutcheon’s writing style is down to earth, and he has a way of making the reader feel a connection with each of the characters and wonder what could possibly happen next. In addition to the everyday realities, Hutcheon also uses the book as a way to explore African Americans’ role in baseball, both past and present. Readers will also be impressed with the historical references and quotes throughout the novel. Hutcheon does not cease to engage the reader in this intelligent and well-written sports novel.” – Manhattan Book Review

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About the Author

Phil Hutcheon grew up in Redwood City, California, where his youth baseball teammates included Dick Sharon, later of the Detroit Tigers and San Diego Padres. With his father he attended games at Seals Stadium and Candlestick Park in San Francisco during the heyday of Willie Mays. He earned a bachelor’s degree from University of the Pacific and a PhD from Rice University. He teaches composition and film at Delta College. He has also taught at Pacific and at Menlo College. Where Triples Go to Die is his third novel.

Contact Links

Website: http://inkwaterbooks.com/triples/

Promo Link: http://bookbuzz.net/blog/sports-fiction-where-triples-go-to-die/

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Close Encounters of the Traveling Kind by Amanda Jayne

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Close Encounters of the Traveling Kind by Amanda JaynePublisher:  Waldorf Publishing (July 1, 2018)
Category: Essays, Travelogues , Travel, Adventure
Tour dates: Oct-Nov, 2018
ISBN: 978-1642556797
Available in Print and ebook, 140 pages

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Description

This collection of near-death (and a few almost-near-death) stories take you on adventures in Africa, South America, Nepal, Japan and Thailand. Close Encounters with an angry snake, the edge of an abyss, an unfriendly African tribe, a fake guide or two, a mean Dutch man, a magic whirlpool, a nasty case of Typhoid and a severe case of mountain stupidity are told with the confidence of a traveler who has discovered that no matter what happens, everything works out in the end.

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From Chapter 2

Panic in the Pampas, Bolivia 2000

Marten and his electrical appliances weren’t happy. They didn’t like the magic of gliding along the river at dawn in a hand-crafted longboat because it was too slow.

“Why don’t you get an engine?” He growled, unwinding the straps of his camera and video equipment. Angelo didn’t know how to answer and chose to point out some capybara playing on the bank instead.

“Seen them.” He complained. “We do the same thing every day.”

After that, he channelled his boredom into pointing out the similarity between certain tree trunks and parts of the female anatomy, which he filmed or took photos of to prove his point, laughing lasciviously as he did so until I noticed I felt safer with the alligator and piranha than I did with him.

The next morning we woke to more than the music of the Amazon. Above the usual chirping, the odd screech and the buzzing hum of the forest was the sound of someone cursing and repeatedly slapping their head.

Marten had insisted on sleeping outside in the hammock despite our young guide’s fervent attempts to dissuade him, (“Don’t tell me what to do.”). Charlotte and I exchanged winces as Marten turned around to reveal huge hammock-shaped wheels indented along one side of his head where insects had been feasting all night. Between them, swollen pieces of face burst out in nasty looking crimson diamonds.

“Damn mosquitoes,” he wailed, flailing his arms and thumping his face. Charlotte, who had taken part in many an argument with Marten, filled with a moment of compassion and went to get some cream, then offered to put it on for him.

“Get away from me.” He bit wildly. The alligator round the corner seemed like the friendlier option.

Breakfast was awkward and a heavy silence lay across our camp whilst the natural world continued to fill the air with animated life, dancing easily through the tension. Angelo tried his best to placate Marten by telling him about our day. We were to go on a walk in the pampas later, looking for anaconda and other wildlife.

“Is it safe?”  Heidee ventured.

“I will have machete!” Angelo grinned and held up a broad silver knife. Then stage-whispered to Charlotte, his chosen confidante, “I am doing okay yes?”

I sucked on my watermelon and wondered how much Angelo’s machete would help us in the event of say… a three pronged alligator attack, while Marten vociferously informed the forest that he hoped an anaconda would eat Charlotte for lunch.

That morning, we didn’t see so many animals on our river jaunt, which wasn’t surprising as the grunting and slapping and moaning sounds coming from our boat would have scared Freddie Kruger away. Marten flailed his unfathomably large hands around and swore in vain attempts to protect his mosquito bites that seemed to be attracting more insects while the rest of us tried to pretend we weren’t a little happy that the jungle was dishing out it’s own form of justice. I swear a dolphin winked at me as the boat rocked from side to side.

 

Later that morning, our pampas walk began. Angelo swiped at the long grass with his machete, carving a path for us. We stopped at a cow skeleton while he told us of the serpent that probably killed it.

“Serpent kill cow very quick. One bite,” he said with glee, and did an impression of what I think was meant to be a snake biting a cow. A few minutes later he suddenly stopped his wild pampas chopping. “Shhh. Hear that?”

We stopped dead, listening to the strange sound.

“It is song of serpent. There are many here. If bite you, one hour to live.”

Seeing as we had been walking for more than an hour, and the minibus was a further hour or so upriver there didn’t seem to be much hope of finding help before the sands of time ran out. As we walked on, I felt fear rising inside me like steam from an underground vent. On he chopped and on we walked until we were wading, knee deep, in a bog and Heidee spotted serpents swimming around our feet. All our fears merged instantly creating a surge of chaos. Angelo panicked and told us to get out of the water immediately. Charlotte was shouting at him, “You’re the guide, you get us out NOW.” Meanwhile Heidee grabbed Angelo and refused to let go of him, making it almost impossible for him to move. I tried to run, got my foot stuck in the mud at the bottom of the bog and fell over into the serpent infested waters. Marten, whose filming of parrots flying overhead had been interrupted screamed a frighteningly detailed threat about spraying pepper spray in Heidee’s face.

The serpents continued to zip carefree around the bog while we scuttled over to the tree conveniently placed in the middle and climbed up to safety.

It was then that Angelo happily informed us that we were lost.

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Monster Mash Countdown Blitz Day 7: Before by Angela Larkin and Catina Haverlock

 

 

True love doesn’t always mean a happy ending. Presley and Landon finally have a chance at a real relationship when they travel back in time, but their leap backward to two months before his accident has altered reality: Landon has no memory of Presley.

Hurt and lonely, Presley is still determined to save his life, even as Landon’s death-date looms. He’s alive for now, but nothing is like it was . . . Before.

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“Why don’t we just start from the beginning, bud,” my mom says. “But before we do, I just want to say that your dad and I are worried that the pressure is getting to you. You’ve just come off the X Games. The Olympics are around the corner. Nobody would blame you if you need a break. You’re more important to us than any of this.”

My dad cuts in, “Son, we want you to be happy, so if you want out, we can pull the plug today.”

A lump swells in my throat. I know how much my career has meant to my dad. He got me my first set of skis when I was two. All of the months and years we’ve spent on the slopes. All the places we’ve traveled. Sacrifices he’s made to make my dreams happen. And now, just like that, he’s willing to let it all go because he’s worried about me.

Could it be the pressure? Could the stress be causing me to imagine things that aren’t real or forget things that are? That doesn’t feel right.

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Catina worked her way through college as a TV reporter and a dating game show host. She’s a sucker for Young Adult romance stories (both real and make-believe). She has a panache for match-making and loves that many of her “set-ups” have resulted in marriages.

After spending most of her adult life in Las Vegas, Catina traded in tumbleweeds for earthquakes and now lives with her husband and four children near San Diego, California. If she’s not home, chances are you can find her at the beach, Disneyland or In-N-Out Burger.

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Angela Larkin writes clean teen romance and is a big fan of kissing (in life and in books). She’s been a gold miner, a pool cleaner, a mannequin dresser, and a teacher. She’s lived a true romance: meeting her husband in a case of mistaken identity. They recently moved with their four children from the sparkling city of Las Vegas to the shade of the North Carolina Pines. Chances are, she’s reading past bedtime.

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New Release: The Visionary by Jo Michaels

 Title: The Visionary
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: Urban Fiction/Apocalyptic Fiction
Editor: Tia Silverthorne Bach with INDIE Books Gone Wild
Publication Date: October 22nd, 2018
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It’s one year until the apocalypse of 12.21.12 is supposed to take place.
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Burning buildings, screaming babies, and death will surround us.
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It will be the end of the world.
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That can’t be allowed.
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When six powerful women come together with one goal—to save humanity—they’ll get much more than they bargained for. They join forces and learn to use the gifts hidden within themselves to battle a monster feeding off something too many of us feel in our souls: Hate. But they must first learn how to forgive—themselves as well as others.
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Hate is birthing a creature dwelling under Central Park in New York, and the fiend is eager to burst forth and sink his fangs into the Earth.
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The Fury, The Visionary, The Beguiler, The Siren, The Prophet, and The Mystic are our last hope, and even they aren’t sure if they can win.
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The end is coming, but with it, there may be a new beginning.
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Hi, I’m Jo. Let’s forget all the “Jo Michaels is blah, blah, blah” stuff and just go with it. I’m a voracious reader (often reading more than one book at a time), a writer, a book reviewer, a mom, a wife, and one of the EICs at INDIE Books Gone Wild. I have an almost photographic memory and tend to make people cringe at the number of details I can recall about them and/or their book(s). My imagination follows me around like a conjoined twin and causes me to space out pretty often or laugh out loud randomly in completely inappropriate situations.
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I have a degree in graphic design, and my journey to the end was one few students who begin that program ever complete. However, this was one case where my memory and OCD tendencies helped me. Graduation was one of the most amazing days of my life. But, my most amazing day was when my now husband proposed. Every little girl dreams of being Cinderella someday, and he pulled off the proposal of fantasies.
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At the risk of sounding cliché, I’m going to let it out there and say how much I absolutely adore the man I’m married to. Along with my children, he’s my whole world.
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I’ve lived in Louisiana, Tennessee, and Georgia, but I’ve had my feet in almost every state. Traveling is something I adore, and have plans to someday see the Mongolia I’ve written about in Yassa.
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One of my favorite things is hearing from fans! You can find me on social media most any day of the week. Connect! I’d love to hear from you.
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The Visionary: https://amzn.to/2CYlZDp
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Chapter 1 ~ Charmed
Lily Conyers sat in her yellow BMW convertible and stared at the beach where her friends were playing in the surf. Kat fell down and came up with a red face and a scowl. Lily tossed her head back and laughed aloud; she figured Bea had tripped the girl. Those two were always going head-to-head. What silly things women do to one another out of a desire to win at nothing in particular.
After watching a few more minutes, Lily tilted her seat back and closed her eyes. She knew she led a great life. For her twentieth birthday, she’d attended no less than ten parties at various celebrities’ houses. There were a lot of people that would pay to have a model of her caliber show up at their parties, but she never accepted money for her appearances. Those shindigs were usually the ones where heavy drug use was the order of the night. There were often a lot of narcotics on hand at the cheaper parties as well, but she never partook, and no one seemed to mind. At the pricier parties, it was expected she’d use. That wasn’t her bag. She’d seen what it did to careers and wanted no part of it.
It was the people in the modeling business who weren’t successful yet that she loved being around most. They still knew how to have a good time without getting blasted out of their minds.
Being over five-foot-five was certainly an asset, but a girl didn’t have to be tall if she could project properly. Lily was considered above average with her five-foot-ten-inch frame, and she knew the other girls envied her face, hair, and body. That envy made her feel good about being Lily, but she was careful not to be a bitch about it.
Not that she didn’t work for it. She spent hours in the gym with her personal trainer every day and at least two hours a twice a month at the salon and spa near her beach house.
“There’s no such thing as natural beauty,” Denarius said every time she visited him. It had a ring of truth to it. A person couldn’t expect to put in no effort and just be fabulous all the time. Of course, the raw material had to be good to begin with. She had that in spades.
She hadn’t wanted to come to the beach, but something told her if she didn’t, she’d regret it later. So far it’d been a wash.
“Hey, beautiful,” said a male voice nearby.
Without even so much as a glance at the speaker, Lily flipped her middle finger in the direction it had come from. She didn’t need man trouble. Her boyfriend was a supermodel, too, and he’d hit the roof if he caught her with some low-life. Best not to chance it.
Figuring she looked tempting with one bare leg hanging out of the car, she pulled it in and shut the door. It was better to be incognito than invite trouble in and feed it cookies.
She sighed as she thought about Wilhelm. He had the whole package: intelligence, good-looks, loyalty, and he was in the same line of work. They’d done a number of campaigns together for high-profile clients. Every shoot was new in its own way, and they rocked their photographer’s world by coming up with interesting poses never before seen.
Wilhelm had been in her life for over three years. They’d met in their junior year of high school and had gotten their first job together not long after. Never thinking about dating him, she was surprised when he’d asked her out the day they graduated. It was a whirlwind romance, and he’d been by her side through a lot of tough times.
His mother kept asking when he was going to propose. They’d both usually blush and look away but never denied they were thinking of going in that direction. Even though he’d been great to Lily, she knew something was holding him back. What it was, only time would tell. Maybe he wanted to wait until after the two-year mark. After all, it hadn’t even been a year yet since they had that first date. She sighed and gazed for a minute at her left hand where an engagement ring might sit, imagining what a sparkly diamond would look like with her fabulous manicure.
Lily moved her seat to the upright position and stared at the waves with longing before hopping out of the car and running toward her friends in the water. They played and splashed in the surf for a little while until she started to feel the sun through her SPF sixty. She suggested they all get out of the heat for a bit by visiting their favorite restaurant on the pier, Scats.
Kat spoke up and sounded like an ambulance when she began to whine. “Guyyyyys. Noooooooooo. I don’t want go sit in therrrrre.”
Lily rolled her eyes; she hated whining. “Okay, Kat, calm down. What did you want to do?”
Bea turned away from Kat with an eye roll as well.
“I wanna go flirt with boys.” Kat had a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“No. We have that party later, and you’ll have plenty of guys to flirt with there. I can feel my damned skin melting off my bones. I’d think you wouldn’t want a sunburn on the day you’re gonna meet a bunch of, like, huge name photographers. Russell James is coming!” Lily threw her hands out to the sides to make her point.
Kat dropped her head and stuck out her bottom lip. It was that pout that landed her the modeling contract she had.
Lily wasn’t buying it; she’d seen it too many times before. “Stop that. Grow up.”
Kat shot a scathing glance, her pout turning from “poor me” to “screw you” in under a second.
Lily decided she was too tired to be at the beach anyway and begged off with the excuse she needed to rest before the late night so she’d look like the model she was. There wasn’t even a suggestion flung out for the other girls to do the same; she knew they would because they’d want to try and outshine her. After air kissing everyone goodbye, she dried off, got in the car, and pulled out of the lot.
She drove home in a good mood, listening to the radio full-blast and letting her hair get whipped around by the wind. One song later, and she pulled into the garage, closing the door behind her.
Her phone began to ring when she placed her purse on the island in the kitchen, and she scrambled for it, knowing it was Wilhelm.
“Hello, you sexy, sexy man!” she said by way of greeting.
“Hi, gorgeous; you comin’ to the party tonight?”
“You know it. I wouldn’t miss this one for the world. I just walked in. Long day at the beach with the bratty bunch.” She laughed at her own joke.
“I know what you mean. Those girls rub me the wrong way.”
For a split-second, she wondered if that was an innuendo for something else.
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After sitting for an hour with her thoughts and watching the girl next door, Lily decided to do the decent thing, and she took her beach umbrella down, stuck it in the sand, and opened it over the girl’s sleeping form before stumbling back to the house. Grabbing the empty tumbler, Lily staggered through the door, put the container on the bar, and collapsed on the couch.
She was awakened hours later by the doorbell ringing. Her head pounded behind her eyes as she fumbled her way to the door, cursed the locks, and jerked it open to find the weird tattooed girl standing there.
“Can I help you?” Lily asked.
“Yeah, are you the one this umbrella belongs to?” The girl thrust the umbrella out.
“I am.”
“Well, thanks for putting it up out there for me. I would’ve been burned to a crisp if not for you.” She winked, stuck out her hand, and introduced herself. “I’m Markaza Turner. Nice to meet you…?”
The end sounded like a question, so Lily responded, “Lily Conyers.”
“Yes! That’s what the label said. Sorry.”
She then reached her hand out and took Markaza’s. A look crossed her face like Lily had used a stun gun instead of a hand. She tried to let go, but Markaza seemed to be in some sort of a trance or something and had one hell of a grip. When she finally snapped out of it, Lily withdrew her hand and shivered. Something about that encounter was strange, and she wondered what had just happened.
She narrowed her eyes. “Just put the umbrella on the back porch, please. Thanks for bringing it back.” With that, she backed up, shut the door, and ran to a window nearby to watch what Markaza would do next.
She stood looking at the door for a long moment, as if she were willing it to open back up, before tucking the umbrella under her arm and heading around to the deck at the back of the house.
Lily followed the movements from the inside to make sure nothing got stolen.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Shadow’s Keep by Meghan O’Flynn

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Shadow’s Keep
by Meghan O’Flynn
Genre: Crime Thriller
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FROM THE BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF FAMISHED
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Dark and intense, with an M. Night Shyamalan-level twist.”
~Kristen Mae, bestselling author of the Conch Garden series
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OLD SINS. NEW BLOOD.
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Deputy Sheriff William Shannahan doesn’t feel like a detective, at least
not like the ones he admires on TV. Not that he needs to be; the
small town of Graybel, Mississippi, is a peaceful place, with acres
of farmland, neighbors who always take care of their own, and noise
from the outside world muted by a hundred miles of forest.
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That silence is about to be broken.
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When a child is found dead in the woods, the medical examiner deems it a
dog attack. But the paw prints belong to something far larger than
any creature in the Mississippi forests, and what animal would remove
the victim’s eyes? Though no one believes him, William can’t
shake the feeling that a human killer lurks in the shadowed woods.
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And his girlfriend, Cassie, has a son the same age as the victim.
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Cassie Parker was raised amid horrors she’s long pushed from her mind, but
her scars won’t let her forget. Nor do the hallucinations, dreams
so vivid she can feel and smell and taste them. And no one is more
terrified than Cassie when another victim is found mauled to
death—because this body has been drained of blood. She knows
exactly what type of person would sacrifice a child, and why they’re
after hers. But how can she explain it to William?
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This is William’s chance to act like a detective, to protect the woman
and child he’s desperate to save. Pushing back against prejudice
and presumption, he uncovers a trail of cruelty that spans decades,
but each clue brings him closer to a truth more horrifying than
killer beasts in the forest. For concealed beneath small-town
politics is knowledge that will shatter everything he knows to be
true about his town—and the people in it.
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Shadow’s Keep is a mind-bending exploration of obsession, desperation, and how far we’ll go to protect those we love.
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adores her amazing little boys, dark chocolate, tea, dirty jokes, and
back rubs with no strings attached, in that order. Meghan is the
bestselling author of The Jilted, Shadow’s Keep, and the Ash Park
series–which includes Famished, Conviction, Repressed, Hidden and
Redemption–and has penned a number of short stories including
“Crimson Snow” and “Alien Landscape.” She is
frankly amazed that her wonderful husband still agrees to live with
her after reading them and even more shocked that he seems to sleep soundly.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Vampire Knitting Club by Nancy Warren

On Tour October 15 – November 16, 2018

The Vampire Knitting Club by Nancy Warren

Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Published by: Ambleside Publishing
Publication Date: September 2018
Number of Pages: 250
ISBN:13 9781981498970
ASIN: B07HDBQ7BB
Series: The Vampire
Knitting Club #1
Purchase Links: Amazon Goodreads

 

At a crossroads between a cringe-worthy past (Todd the Toad) and an uncertain future (she’s not exactly homeless, but it’s close), Lucy Swift travels to Oxford to visit her grandmother. With Gran’s undying love to count on and Cardinal Woolsey’s, Gran’s knitting shop, to keep her busy, Lucy can catch her breath and figure out what she’s going to do.

Except it turns out that Gran is the undying. Or at least, the undead. But there’s a death certificate. And a will, leaving the knitting shop to Lucy. And a lot of people going in and out who never use the door—including Gran, who is just as loving as ever, and prone to knitting sweaters at warp speed, late at night. What exactly is going on?

When Lucy discovers that Gran did not die peacefully in her sleep, but was murdered, she has to bring the killer to justice without tipping off the law that there’s no body in the grave. Between a hot 800-year-old vampire and a dishy detective inspector, both of whom always seem to be there for her, Lucy finds her life getting more complicated than a triple cable cardigan. The only one who seems to know what’s going on is her cat … or is it … her familiar?

First in a new series of paranormal cozy mysteries!

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CHAPTER ONE

Cardinal Woolsey’s knitting shop has appeared on postcards celebrating the quaint views of Oxford, of which there are many. But when a visitor has tired of writing ‘wish you were here’ on the back of pictures of the various colleges, the dreaming spires, and the dome of the Radcliffe Camera, a cozy little shop painted blue, brimming with baskets of wool and hand-knit goods, can be so much more inviting.

My grandmother Agnes Bartlett owned the knitting shop and I was on my way to visit after spending a very hot month at a dig site in Egypt visiting my archeologist parents.

Gran was always ready to wrap her warm arms around me and tell me everything was going to be all right. I needed comforting after discovering my boyfriend of two years Todd had stuck his salami in someone else’s sandwich. I referred to him now as my ex-boyfriend The Toad. I was thinking about Gran’s wisdom, her hugs and her home made gingersnaps, when I started to feel as though cold, wet fingers were walking down the back of my neck.

My wheeled suitcase clanked and rattled behind me along the cobblestones of Harrington Street as I looked around, wondering what had caused the heebie-jeebies.

The October day was chilly and crisp and, in the mid-afternoon, the street was busy with shoppers, tourists and students. Church bells chimed three o’clock. When I glanced ahead, I saw my beloved Gran. She wore a black skirt, sensible shoes and one of her hand-knit cardigans, this one in orange and blue. She was walking with a glamorous woman in her sixties whom I didn’t recognize. I thought Gran looked confused and my hackles immediately rose. The glamor puss was holding an umbrella over Gran’s head, even though the day was dry and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

I waved and called, “Gran!” moving faster so my suitcase began to bounce.

I was sure they saw me, but as I sped toward them, they veered down a side street. What on earth? I lifted my case and began to run; though my case was so heavy it was more of a grunting stagger.

“Gran!” I yelled again. I stopped at the bottom of the road where I’d last seen them. There was no one there. A dry, shriveled leaf tumbled toward me and from a window ledge a small, black cat regarded me with what looked like pity. Otherwise, the street was empty.

“Agnes Bartlett!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I stood, panting. The side street was lined with a mixture of half-timbered cottages and Victorian row houses, all clearly residential. Gran hadn’t popped into a shop and would soon emerge. She was visiting in one of those homes, presumably. I wondered if it belonged to her friend.

Well, there was no point standing there. I’d go to Cardinal Woolsey’s and wait for Gran there. Her assistant, Rosemary, would be running the shop and I could let myself into the upstairs flat and unpack while I waited for my grandmother to return.

I retraced my steps, but when I reached the entrance to the quaint shop and tried the door, it didn’t open. I tried again, pushing harder, before my other senses kicked in and I realized that no lights were on inside.

A printed sign hung on the windowed front door. It said, “Cardinal Woolsey’s is closed until further notice.” At the bottom was a phone number.

Closed until further notice?

Gran never closed the shop outside her regular closing days. And if she had, where was her assistant?

I stood on the sidewalk that feeling came again, like cold fingers on the nape of my neck.

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Excerpt from The Vampire Knitting Club by Nancy Warren. Copyright © 2018 by Nancy Warren. Reproduced with permission from Nancy Warren. All rights reserved.

 

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Author Bio:

Nancy Warren

Nancy Warren is the USA Today bestselling author of more than 60 novels including the Toni Diamond cozy mystery series.

She shares her time between Victoria, British Columbia, and Bath in the UK.

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nancywarren.net, Goodreads, Twitter, & Facebook!

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