Book Blitz & Giveaway: First Kill by Mary Abshire

First Kill (Heaven Sent Series) by Mary Abshire

Paranormal Suspense

 Heaven Sent, 1

 Andrew enjoys the company of women, perhaps too much. The council in heaven had enough of his sexual promiscuity and sentenced him to return to Earth to destroy demons. To make matters more difficult, if he has sex with a woman he has to stay an extra year. Without clothes, money, or food, his task seems impossible.

Emily is in a world of trouble. She leaves her family, job, and home in Chicago to start a new life. As she’s driving along a country road, she discovers a naked man lying in the middle of it. He’s incredibly built, sculpted to perfection, and blessed with a fine package south of his navel. When he asks for her help, she can’t resist.

Over the next several days, Emily’s sanity is tested. Andrew struggles to keep his hands to himself. Emily seeks the truth from Andrew while he endeavors to kill a demon. What she discovers frightens her—angels, demons, heaven and hell exist. Determined to help Emily change her future, Andrew offers her a deal. But is heaven the best eternal resting place?


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About the Author

Mary lives in Indiana and is a lifetime lover of the paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. When she’s not slaving away at her government job, she is a Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Author. She creates fantastical worlds with vampires, demons, werewolves, angels, and other supernatural creatures. Dive into her books and find suspense, a dash of mystery, and seductive men with passionate hearts.

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Book Blitz: The Fix by Lisa Herrington


Contemporary Romance

Date Published: May 30, 2017

The lake town of Maisonville was better known as Renaissance Lake and most who moved there were looking to begin again.

Sydney Bell was no exception. Recovering from a divorce she needed to pick up the pieces of her life and start over.

Unfortunately, in her new town the handsome Ryan Gentry next door and Sydney are already butting heads.

When the real reason she moved to the lake is revealed, she’s reminded that a small town can heal your soul, sparring with an arrogant neighbor can build self-esteem, and true friendship has the ability to make you a better person.

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THE DELUGE OF RAIN WAITED until the moving truck was scheduled to arrive and then drowned any hope Sydney had of a smooth move in day. 

She’d paid a little extra for them to arrive that morning; that way she’d be finished by the time Ryan returned home next door. 

He was the jerk who had helped change her tire the first day she came to town and the owner who reluctantly sold her the house. She wasn’t certain how Will talked him into it, but Will said he was a family friend and that must have mattered to Ryan. Of course, he could have simply been motivated by the cash offer. It took the money she had from the sale of her father’s large home and the sale of her Mercedes wagon for her to afford the beautiful cottage. It was more than she should have spent but way less than the place was worth.  

Ryan shook his head during the closing, avoiding looking at her the entire time. Will said he was perpetually grouchy, but she knew he was unhappy about selling to her specifically. She acted sweet and told him how much she loved the house and promised to be a quiet neighbor. However, during the hour-long meeting, Ryan didn’t say more than a few words to her, but he managed to slip the word “genius” into the conversation at least five times.

She couldn’t help it, sometimes words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them. She’d wished she hadn’t been snarky and called Ryan a genius that day on the roadside, especially after he changed her tire, but she couldn’t take it back.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t have to like her. She would prove she could be a good neighbor and ignore him back.

As the moving truck turned onto her twisted street, she realized the truck was much bigger than she remembered.  Most of her belongings had been from her father’s estate and picked up from a large storage building where there was plenty of room to maneuver. There was a lot less room on her new street that had large oak trees that had taken up residence a hundred years before the houses were built. 

Ryan had made sure these incredible trees, along with the one that partially divided their driveways, weren’t disturbed during the remodeling of their houses. Instead, they were showcased in the landscape with up lighting.

As the rain pummeled down, Sydney ran to motion the truck in front of her house, hoping she could keep them from driving on Ryan’s perfect grass. More importantly, she had to protect the tree limbs that dipped down to the ground before twisting back up to the sky.

She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt but thankfully thought to throw on her green rain boots and matching raincoat before she ran out there, waving her arms.  She shook her head as she considered how mad Ryan had acted toward her already, and she’d just gotten here.  She had to protect that tree.

The truck barely made the turn around the tree in the middle of the street and then ran partially into Ryan’s yard before making the sharp left into hers.  Sydney suddenly realized they didn’t see her and she was narrowly missed by the truck as she ran up the stairs onto her porch.

Screeching the brakes as they hit the wooden steps, Sydney braced herself as the entire porch groaned and shook.  The driver then reversed a few feet before throwing the truck into park and sliding out of the driver’s side door to look at her.

The rain slowed down but didn’t stop. Sydney cut her eyes at the driver when she realized his truck not only blocked her driveway but was stretched precariously across the street and Ryan’s drive, too. The driver had completely trapped her in and the rest of the world out.

“Who put those steps there?” The driver laughed and then lowered his eyes at her, daring her to say anything.

Sydney didn’t care how he looked at her.  She wasn’t going to accept his behavior.  “Look at my steps!  Look at my porch!  No one would take that turn at forty miles an hour in clear weather.  What were you thinking?” she yelled.

The scruffy man’s eyes turned to slits.  “Look, lady, I have three deliveries today.  Either you want your furniture, or you don’t. Let’s get on with it, or I’m going to take care of my other customers, and you can get your stuff tomorrow.”

He thought he’d made a good point. After all, what could she do?  He had her stuff, and she needed help to unload it.  She was alone, and he could make things easier or harder for her. He gave her his most arrogant grin and watched her walk to the truck door and climb partially inside the cab before she jumped back out. She then walked past him, and he watched her curiously as she strutted up the steps to the porch and into her house, slamming the door.

The other man in the truck stuck his head out.  “Chuck?  Um, she took the keys.”

“She what?”  Chuck asked.

“Keys to the truck.  She took ‘em.”

Chuck made a sound like an animal snarling.  “Why the hell didn’t ya stop her, Alan?”

“Why didn’t you stop her?” Alan mumbled, as he sat back down to keep dry and slammed the door shut.

Sydney returned holding her cell phone.  “Are you going to call Mr. O’Malley or am I?” she asked, ignoring the growling sounds he made and his red face. 

She clearly had no regard for her own safety.  Chuck marched right up to her and glared into her eyes.  “Now why the hell would I call my dad?”

Sydney was on her tiptoes trying to appear bigger as she argued with the driver. 

“You know why, and –.” 

They were interrupted by a loud pickup truck horn blaring on the other side of the moving truck. 

“No,” Sydney muttered. It was Ryan.  What was he doing home?

The driver turned to look as Ryan walked around the front of the truck and toward Sydney’s porch.  Ryan gave a short wave to Alan and then slowly walked over to the steps where Sydney and Chuck looked like they were about to brawl.

“Ms. Bell,” he said, and nodded his head her way.  “What have you done this time?”

“I haven’t done anything, and this is none of your business,” she said defensively.

The driver grinned. “We were having a little chat, and she took the keys out of my truck.”

Ryan looked at the bowed porch and crooked steps and nodded his head.  The driver added, “I may have bumped her steps when I made the turn, but it was raining like hell.”

Ryan looked closely at the steps and then walked up on the porch.  “No reason to cry over spilled milk.  I can patch that up in no time.” Ryan smiled at the driver.  “Need some help with that furniture?”

“No.  I, uh, wait, Ryan.  I need to call his boss.”  Sydney stammered as Ryan stepped in to take over.

“No need to call Mr. O.  Right, men?”  Ryan asked the movers as they opened up the back of the truck and got ready to hand down furniture. 

“But–.”  Sydney wanted to disagree, but the look Ryan gave her made her stop.

“You direct traffic, and we’ll haul things inside,” Ryan said and nodded his head until Sydney gave up and nodded back.

It didn’t take long for them to unload her furniture and boxes.  Then Ryan thanked them and walked them out of the house to their truck.  Sydney’s anger had calmed down through the rain, sweat, and tears of moving her belongings into the house. It was clear she no longer had a family and certainly no kids by looking at her things. She sat down on the couch, thinking about her boys.

Before she could get misty eyed over them, Ryan walked back in the front door without knocking.

Sydney stood up and looked at him. “Thank you,” she said, but as she barely got the words out of her mouth, Ryan was in her space.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he scolded her.

She wanted to yell back at him, but she was exhausted and more than a little shocked at his behavior. She avoided his eyes as she whispered, “What?”

“I drive up and, of course, there is a moving truck blocking the entire street and my driveway.  You’re standing there in your little girl rain boots and coat, about to start World War III with two ex-cons! Are you looking for trouble?”

Before she could answer, he threw his hands up in the air. Continue reading

Blog Tour: Thy Paintbrush to Abstracting Images by Shavonda Robinson



Publisher: True Beginnings Publishing
Date Published: February 3 2017
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A collection of poems that will take readers on a constant visual journey by creating a world between an abundant imagination and reality based situations.
This poet has a way of waving her magic wand and putting up a persuasive point of view.
This poet also has super pen powers on the page with a creativity level that cannot be tamed, and she will dazzle you with dazzle you her captivating gift when it comes to connecting with others by using images and musicality to tell different poetic stories throughout the entire book.

About the Author

Shavonda Robinson is an accomplished writer whose credits include being published in a few anthologies and magazines. She also is the founder of Create Something for the future,” an online poetry magazine for upcoming poets and writers. She has won a few poetry awards for being most creative and poet of the year in a few poetry competitions and Songwriting awards. She is inspired by the power of words, when it comes to transforming ourselves and our thought’s by the written word. She lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her two beautiful children.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Moxie’s Decision by Hank Quense


Sometimes it’s fun to add a little laughter and satire to our daily
routine so that’s why I’m delighted to be a part of author Hank Quense’s MOXIE’S DECISION Blog Tour with MC Book Tours today.


Entertaining from beginning to end, MOXIE’S DECISION is uproariously
funny and satire at its best. Selected as one of
2016’s best YA novels:
Huffington Post. It’s also a top pick! Indie Reader: 5 stars


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Princess Moxie (Book 2)


306 pages


Strange Worlds Publishing (October 15, 2015)

◊ Genre: Fantasy, Action,







Moxie has a plan; she’s determined to rule as queen after her father, King Smedley, dies.


But Smedley refuses to acknowledge her as his heir. Her uncle also wants the throne and he’s already tried once to eliminate Moxie as competition.


           Moxie recognizes she hasn’t been trained to rule and she needs lessons about the real world. Moxie goes on a quest to learn how to rule and to learn about life outside the castle. 
Moxie faces unexpected obstacles as she struggles with adventures in a brutal reality that tests her mettle and determination. 
This is a fantasy coming-of-age story that is decidedly different than the usual ones. The book is filled with satire and humor. What more can a reader wish for? 


It takes place against the backdrop of Camelot, but this isn’t the Camelot of legends. It’s Camelot in a parallel universe where the Knights of the Round Table play football and Guinevere coaches the team’s cheer leaders. The wizard Merlin struggles to understand the Magic of the Mind using primitive ink stained diagrams and Stonehenge is a theater-in-the-round.   


Moxie’s rollicking adventures are the stuff of comedy. Enjoy!
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Merlin sat on a chair with his flute in his lap and watched the dozen knights perform stretching exercises.  The knights were members of the Step-dancing Troupe and today was a rehearsal day.  Armor and weapons had been piled in a corner of the room of the shed located behind the castle.  The Knights of the Round Table used the room for many of their practices and rehearsals.  It had a dirt floor except in the practice area where oak planks formed a stage.

Shamus, the dance master, stood near Merlin and called out instructions for the exercises.  Shamus was a wizened old man from Eire and the foremost step-dancing master in the British Isles.  Shamus wore a wig that resembled a much-used mop.  The wig wasn’t for looks, it kept his bald head warm.

Artie had convinced Shamus to come to Camelot, form a troupe and develop the knights’ talents.  Shamus once told Merlin that if it wasn’t for Artie’s five-year contract, he would have long ago returned to Eire.

Shamus clapped his hands.  “All right everyone.  That’s enough stretching.  Let’s get started with the rehearsal.  I want you to form two lines facing each other.  Today we’ll begin to learn our routine for our Yuletide presentation.  It’s a difficult number called the Fall of Troy.”

“Who’s Troy?” Kay asked.

“Why did he fall?” asked Galahad.

Shamus sighed.  “Troy was an ancient city in Asia.  It was destroyed in a war with the Greeks.  The war was described in a famous epic poem by a Greek named Homer.  Our dance routine will depict the sacking of the city called Troy.  Is this all clear?”

“All pagan nonsense,” Galahad said.

“What was the war about?” Bedivere wanted to know.

“‘Tis not relevant to our rehearsal.” Shamus stamped his foot.  “Now, form the lines and stop babbling like children.  The line on my left will be the Greeks, while the Trojans are on my right.”

Merlin liked to watch Shamus lose his temper with the knights.  The old man called out original and innovative curses when angry.

Once the knights had gathered on the dancing platform, Shamus rearranged the lines.  “Palamedes, you have a Trojan look about you with your swarthy skin, move to the other line and switch with Lamorak.”

Once the knights had switched places, Shamus went on.  “The Greeks will attack with a series of four-steps.  The Trojans will retreat slowly using their two-step routines.  Is that clear?”

“I ain’t retreatin’,” Galahad said.  “I stand my ground and never move back.”

“It’s a dance routine, idiot.”  Shamus now had a red face.  “It’s not a real battle.”

“Whether ’tis a sham battle or real, I ain’t retreatin’.”  Galahad folded his arms and glared at Shamus.

“Kay, would you be good enough to change places with Galahad?”

“I ain’t fightin’ on the losin’ side.  I’m stayin’ with the Greeks.”

Merlin watched Shamus mentally wrestle with that predicament.

“If that’s how it is, then here is what I will do.  I will assign each of you a place in the two lines and I don’t want hear a word out of any of you.  Is that clear?”  Shamus’s voice had risen in pitch as he went through his little speech.

Despite the rising sound of grumbling as Shamus rearranged the lines, it was done quickly.

“Now, Merlin, will you pipe us a tune while the Greeks advance against the Trojan shield wall which will slowly give way.”  Shamus pointed to Merlin.

Merlin began the notes of an old folk tune.  He held the flute in his hand away from his lips and played it by casting short magic spells.

The knights began their steps, producing a racket on the wood floor of the stage.

Shamus kept moving his hand to establish the beat.

The Greek line advanced while the Trojans held their position.  Merlin, having seen a number of different rehearsals, could predict what was about to happen.

The Greek on the right side of his line tangled feet with the Trojan opposite him.  The Greek four-stepper fell to the left and the Trojan two-stepper fell to the right.  Each grabbed the arm of the closest dancer to regain their footing.  That action dragged down the second dancer who grabbed the next man in line throwing another dancer off-balance.  The sequence played out until all the dancers were on the ground in a pile of snarling, cursing and growling warriors.

“I curse all of you to your fourth generation,” Shamus yelled.

Merlin stopped playing the flute and watched Shamus.

The old man grabbed his wig, threw it on the floor and stomped on it.  “May all of your ancestors’ bones be piled up and burned and the ashes dumped into the ocean.”

Merlin stood and left the shed.  Today’s rehearsal was over.


Hank Quense writes humorous and satiric sci-fi and fantasy stories.
He also writes and lectures about fiction writing and self-publishing. He has published 19 books and 50 short stories along with dozens of articles.
He often lectures on fiction writing and publishing and has a series of guides
covering the basics on each subject. He is currently working on a third Moxie
novel that takes place in the Camelot era.

He and his wife, Pat, usually vacation in another galaxy or parallel universe.
They also time travel occasionally when Hank is searching for new story ideas.
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(worldwide) of MOXIE’S DECISION and three (3) print copies of MOXIE’S
(U.S. entries only). The giveaway ends at 12 a.m. (EST) on Monday, July 3. 
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Accidental Art Thief by Joan Schweighardt

The Accidental Art Thief
by Joan Scheighardt
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
For a quarter of a century forty-five-year-old Zinc has worked as a
caretaker for a wealthy old man, living in a small casita on his
ranch in New Mexico. She doesn’t make much money, but she has the old
man, her dogs, and gorgeous views of the mountains. She is basically
a very content recluse who doesn’t invest much time thinking about
what she might do if her circumstances change. So when the old man
dies suddenly, and his daughter all but throws her off the property,
Zinc is forced to reinvent herself—and quickly. With a touch of
magical realism and a collection of offbeat characters, The
Accidental Art Thief explores the thin line between life and death
and the universal forces that connect all things.

“Zinc is an engaging, quirky, and utterly unique heroine, instantly
likeable, with a hefty mixture of strong intelligence and
overwhelming naivety…. While the novel is realistic, there is
subtle magic woven in nearly every line, as coincidence and confusion
come together into what might be termed the wisdom of time, spirit,
and love.” ~ Magdelena Ball,, author of
Sublime Planet, Black Cow, and other titles.
“Schweighardt populates her modern-day odyssey through the southwest with
fascinating, quirky characters thrust into a complex (and hilarious)
web of emotional turmoil, poignant misperceptions, and downright
lies. As laugh-out-loud funny as it is thought provoking.” ~
Julie Mars, author of the memoir A Month of Sundays: Searching for
the Spirit and My Sister, and the novels Rust, Anybody Any Minute,
and The Secret Keepers.
“A sensitive, gripping, artfully rendered novel that kept me reading
from the first page to the last.” ~ Faye Rapoport DesPres,
author of the memoir-in-essays Message from a Blue Jay.
Joan Schweighardt is the author of five novels, and more on the way. In
addition to her own writing projects, she writes, ghostwrites, and
edits for individuals and corporations.

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Summer Countdown Blitz Day 11: The Neighbor’s Secret by Kimberley Montpetit



When she was in Paris, Kimberley Montpetit spent most of
her souvenir money at the La Patisserie shops with their beautiful and
delicious pastries. She grew up in the fabulous city of San Francisco, loves all
things chocolate, and now lives in a small town along the Rio Grande with her
engineer husband and three sons.


She once stayed in the haunted tower room at Borthwick Castle in Scotland and
didn’t sleep a wink, sailed the Seine in Paris, rode a camel in the ancient
world wonder of Petra, shopped the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, and spent the
night in an old Communist hotel in Bulgaria.Kimberley also writes Award-winning Middle-Grade novels with Scholastic and
Young Adult novels with Harpercollins under the name, Kimberley Griffiths


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After being left at the altar on her wedding day,
businesswoman Allie Strickland returns to her hometown to heal her broken heart.
But Heartland Cove County is a small town of Victorian homes and quirky,
gossiping citizens.
Grieving the trauma of her ex-fiancé’s betrayal and overwhelmed by her clingy
mother, Allie rents the first available house she can find. But on the very first
night, Allie’s peace is violated by an unexpected intruder who breaks into the
house while she’s taking a bubble bath. An intruder using an alias with old
ties to Heartland Cove.Forced by unusual circumstances to share the same rental house, Allie’s
suspicions of the man grow—even as she finds herself attracted to him. But is
Ethan Smith merely a magazine freelancer on assignment—or an undercover spy for
the mayor who wants to ruin the charming town by running a new highway through
for his own profit?Is Ethan Smith friend or foe? Enemy or lover?


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Make sure to check it out on Author Kimberley Montpetit Amazon page!

Q & A:
1.  If you had 3 wishes, what would they be?
To have the New York Times Bestselling Author status! ?
I’d love to travel back in time to ancient Egypt, or the Edwardian Era, or the Renaissance Era. I’m not picky!
To never gain a single ounce while consuming all the chocolate I want!
2.  Where do you write?
I have a little writing cottage that my brother built for me in my backyard. I decorated it with Victorian style
furniture and long, lacey curtains, and there are windows on all four sides. I love lots of light and can gaze at my big cottonwood trees outside the window while day-dreaming. Here’s a picture!


3.  How long does it normally take you to write a novel?
Anywhere from 3 weeks to 6 months, depending on how complicated the story is, or the research it needs – and
life’s craziness! That’s just the drafting part. Add more than that for revisions.
4.  What are your inspirations?
Reading other great books is a great source of inspiration. I also love exploring unique setting and going on research
trips. Brainstorming with writer friends can be enormously helpful and really gets the ideas going when I’m feeling stuck or just spending too much time alone with my own thoughts.
5.  How did you come to write this particular book or series?
I love stories about rich people and their interesting lives – like a modern fantasy tale – and decided to write my
own series featuring billionaires. Not necessarily Hollywood celebrities, or royalty billionaires (although that would be fun down the road!) but ordinary people with goals and dreams doing good things with their lives. I’m also
setting most of them in small towns with swoony, billionaire heroes who keep their wealthy status more of a secret, or under-the-radar, and I include a personal secret that ties him and the heroine together. Hence, the series name A Secret Billionaire Romance.
             6.  What was the hardest part of writing your book, and how did you overcome it?
 Long-distance research. A friend of mine from Canada knows Hartland Cove County, home of the longest covered bridge in North America and came back super excited to share this quirky Victorian town (population 999) with
me and the huge tourist industry it boasts. She sent maps and pictures but I still did a lot of my own internet research – thank goodness for the world-wide-web! I hope readers enjoy the fun details and various tourist industries.
For example, Allie Strickland’s family runs the Fry Shack on the banks of the river where the bridge is, and my second Hartland Cove book coming out in a few weeks, The Admirer’s Secret, is about the whale tour girl, but the stories are about so much more, including romance – and the mafia – but Ssh! 
Of course, we changed the real Hartland Cove name to Heartland Cove -it’s romance, right?!
7. What is your writing drive? The power that keeps you going when your writing gets difficult?
Deadlines are a huge motivator! Sheer grit and determination some days. But mostly, it comes down to the desire
to see my characters and their stories come to life. I have a story that I can’t get out of my head. I think about it, dream about it, and then live it each day in front of the computer. I want to see what’s going to happen, too!
              8.   How did you come up with the title?
 The Neighbor’s Secret is a bit of a play on words. The handsome, wealthy hero in this tiny town, is like a neighbor since he’s had a crush on Allie since he was a kid, but they end up forced to share a house together which infuriates Allie at first (before she falls in love!) and she banishes Ethan to the downstairs while she takes the upstairs, putting up rope and sheets to keep the spaces separate. Of course, they have to share the kitchen and it turns out Ethan is a terrific cook so. . .  they end up as “neighbors” in the house, too.
9.   Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family member?
I’ve been a member of various writer’s organizations that have led to close friendships, critique partners,
and people who will answer questions and cheer me on when the going gets tough. Southwest Writers, SCBWI (Society of Children’s Writers and Illustrators) and LDStorymakers. Great people, great conferences, and great inspiration. I highly recommend getting involved with a local writing group. Our SCBWI chapter here
in New Mexico meets once a month for dinner and a Shop Talk about a writing or publishing subject.
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Spotlight & Review: In My Mind by Shaida Mehrban

“In My Mind” is the story of a young man who is infatuated by a student named Gabriella who reminds him of delicate butterflies. It follows Steve from childhood to adulthood and the mental demons that play havoc in his mind. He is unable to talk to anyone about it as he doesn’t realise the mental depth he is in, till that dreadful night when Gabriella dies whilst held by him against her will, and he is then sent away.

This story covers mental health, depression and hitting rock bottom in Steve’s mind and looks at how this sensitive subject is still a taboo as we do not know enough about mental health and its consequences on our and others’ lives.


About the Author

 Shaida Mehrban is the author of numerous novels with very important social messages including “Tears Behind the Veil”, “Tears of Silence”, “Blossom and I”, “Remembering the Night Train”, “Mother’s Veil” and “Eyes of Osama”.



“He sits on his buttocks with his nose dribbling slowly like the tap that has worn out its washer, but all the while, he keeps his eyes firmly on hers. Fixated. For a moment, he stands still and yet his head is chasing butterflies. Nothing new there! His humming tune sounds like, “Sweet Gabriella the most delicate butterfly of all, now here with me forever, just the way it should be, the way it should have been a long lifetime ago, my sweet, my sweet.” He interrupts his own broken strings to slide his arm straight across his moist face. He carries on, telling her that it has taken him five years to get her to come to stay in his kingdom even though she has visited his public house upstairs many times.”



“In My Mind” by Shaida Mehrban is available in paperback with coloured illustrations and as an e-book from Amazon UK. It is also available from Amazon US.





In the cellar

The time that Steve and Gabriella spend in the cellar is my favorite part of this book. I think it’s because the reader doesn’t really know if she’s still alive or not. She speaks at first but later, is she just unconscious or is she dead? I removed “lifeless” on page 1 because she’s still moving and aware at that time.

I was impressed with the number of adjectives used. I would be careful about using the same ones over and over. In fact, for legibility’s sake, using adjectives and adverbs in the same sentence is something to avoid. Ex: Quickly he jumps up, his eyes showing a bit of rage, he quickly moves up the creaky steps… There were times, however, that Steve repeated himself which is expected since he has a mental illness. I left some of those repetitions alone.

Something that really confused me was the use of the first person once or twice in the cellar, once in the police car, and once at the police station (pg. 70). At first, I waited for another character to show up or maybe Steve was seeing all of this in the past in therapy. Since that didn’t happen, I changed those instances to third person.

When Steve was talking, I put quotation marks. Even though most of the time in the cellar he was talking, there were still times that there was narration so the quotation marks made it flow better.



When Steve is talking, he rambles. Often the rambling doesn’t make sense which I know can happen in real life. There is a fine line here because you want the book to be realistic but it also needs to be legible. I changed the rambling so that it made sense and removed a little of it.

There was also a lot of repetition by Steve but some of it was just too much. Ex: page 68, “I’m pathetic and yes I am pathetic, that is what she yells all the time, you are a pathetic excuse of a man just like your father…” I changed that to “I’m pathetic and that is what she yells all the time: ‘you are a pathetic excuse of a man just like your father.’

The narration also had some repetition. Ex: page 80, “Maybe today Steve will move a little closer to his destiny. Destiny is not in Steve’s hands today as his mind is in turmoil today.” Changed to “Maybe today Steve will move a little closer to his destiny but it is not in his hands as his mind is in turmoil.”

When Steve is in jail, he starts to think about a lot of things. On page 73, the narration jumped from third person to first person. I attempted to change it all to third person but that didn’t work, it needed to be in first person. So, I put a heading, “Steve’s Thoughts,” at the beginning of the first person narration by Steve.



I like the concept of In My Mind as well as how it was presented, starting out in the cellar and learning Steve’s story as you read. The kind of happy ending is good too although I would have left out the last paragraph.


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Spotlight: Snaffles the Cat by Noah Gerrard

Snaffles was a cute little kitten and lived with a kind old lady. He loved to play with her slippers or gloves and he would have a go at anything that moved! He was always getting into mischief but this did not stop him.

In these adventures of Snaffles, we meet many of his friends in the neighbourhood. These include the beautiful Miss Moonlight, the pretty little cat who lived across the road, Baxter the HUGE pig, Tick and Tock, the mice that live in the grandfather clock, and many others.

Snaffles often gets into all kinds of scrapes but always manages to escape. It seems that cats really do have nine lives!


About the Author

 These stories were initially told by Noah Gerrard to his son, Rob, who decided to turn this collection of charming cat tales into a book for other avid young readers to enjoy.  Rob is a retired executive living in St. Helens and is now busy enjoying himself and writing memorable children’s stories.



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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Avenging Kiss by Karen Tjebben


Psychological Romantic/Suspense

Date Published:  December 2016


Some sins cannot be forgiven. Those must be avenged.

When Aditya Chopra stumbled upon the decimated camp, she vowed to hunt down the men who killed her sister. The stench of burnt flesh and the taste of death in the air haunt her dreams and power her lust for vengeance. She will show no mercy.

The men of Savage Security served their country. They’d done their time in the sandbox and now enjoy their peaceful lives in the States, far from the death and mayhem of war. Will living in peace blind them to the dangerous threat that’s poised to strike?

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Aditya had waited outside the American base, hoping to catch sight of him. His look was very distinct. At six foot four with hair the color of a raging fire, he’d been easy to spot. He’d pulled out of the base with another man in a jeep. The hot wind pulled at his scraggly red hair as he’d laughed at something the other man said.

She’d known where they were going. There was a hotel nearby that catered to Europeans and Americans. It boasted a full bar with live music, decent food, and willing women.

After donning her black garments and niqab, she’d made her way into the hotel. Other than the cameras that covered the entrances and exits, security at the hotel was poor. One only had to get inside to enjoy privacy.

Aditya had entered the hotel a few feet behind the men. As they’d headed towards the bar, she’d walked directly to the bathroom off the lobby. Entering the stall, she’d quickly removed her outer clothes and shoved them into her bag. Then she’d stopped in front of the bathroom mirror to check her appearance. After adjusting her skirt, she’d decided to open another button on her shirt. While he’d get a peek at her cleavage, she’d still look like a respectable woman. Playing a whore gathered too much attention. She’d added a touch of lipstick and powdered her face. And finally, she’d adjusted the Kanzashi Geisha sticks in her hair to make sure it would be easily accessible. Hidden inside the stick was a sharp two-sided blade. It was thin and slid easily from the decorative case. And after one more look in the mirror, she was ready.

She’d walked into the bar with the confidence of a Western woman and noticed Lieutenant Shaw sitting alone at the bar. His friend was dancing with a woman, his hand palming her ass and pulling her close to his body. Aditya didn’t waste time. She needed to get to Shaw before he found someone to screw.

She’d slipped onto the bar stool next to him and offered him a shy smile. He’d grinned as he raked his gaze over her. His high-wattage smile had nearly knocked her over. The heat in his gaze as he’d mentally undressed her pleased her. She returned his smile and stared at his muscular arms as she bit into her bottom lip. With that one interaction, she knew that he wanted her. He’d come to the hotel in search of sex, and she didn’t plan to disappoint.

He’d been such an easy target. Arrogant men never realized the threat a woman could pose to them, and she’d tirelessly worked that advantage. They’d quickly exchanged names and engaged in meaningless chatter. But once she’d stroked his knee, he’d taken the bait and asked her to join him in a room.

She’d played coy at first, acting as if she’d needed to think about it. But then he’d leaned in close and whispered in her ear promises of pleasure. And then, as he’d pulled away, he playfully tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. She’d responded by stroking higher on his thigh. That worked for him, and he stood to go back to a room. His pants had tented nicely; apparently it didn’t take much to turn him on.

She’d followed him to a room. He’d unlocked the door and waited for her to enter first. As she’d stood in the entrance, he’d closed the door and turned the bolt. After a dangerous smile, he’d lifted her and pressed her against the wall with his muscular body. She’d instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. In response, he’d rubbed his cock against her center. The pressure of his body against her had lit her up. He knew how to kiss, and Aditya realized that fucking him would be fun. So many of the other men she’d entertained cared little about her pleasure. She hadn’t expected much from those lowlifes anyway. But little had they known that there was nothing more erotic than the warmth of your prey’s blood washing over your skin as you take their life.


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Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband, twin daughters, and two hamsters. When her girls left for kindergarten, Karen discovered that she needed to fill her days with something, and that was the beginning of her writing career. She loves to create worlds filled with unique characters that she hopes will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband and seeing the world through her daughters’ eyes.


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New Release & Giveaway: The Lost Spaniel by B.L. Blair



Date Published: 06/29/17

The Lost Spaniel is the third novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott opened Lost and Found Pets because she loves animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

When Alex’s mentor, Eddie Hill, calls about his lost Cocker Spaniel, Alex rushes to the rescue. They quickly track the dog to an abandoned construction site, but after bullets start flying, Alex realizes there’s more to this case than a missing dog.

Alex and Eddie have to dig into their pasts to find out who might want to harm them or their pets. The list of suspects grows long as Alex tries to solve the mystery of the lost Spaniel.

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It was pure luck that saved us. A slight reflection of light in the window caught my eye. Instinctively, I crashed into Eddie dropping both of us to the ground just as a bullet whizzed by our heads. The glass in the lower window shattered. Another bullet pinged on the metal leg of the platform. I rose to my knees and started crawling.

“The dumpster,” I shouted. “Get behind the dumpster.”

Eddie lay frozen on the ground. I grabbed his arm and pulled. He didn’t move.

“Eddie,” I yelled shaking his arm. I wasn’t strong enough to carry him, but he wasn’t moving. Trying to stay low, I stood hunched over, grabbed him under both arms, and started to pull. It was enough to get him moving. He rolled over to his knees. We scurried over to the dumpster as a couple more bullets hit the ground around us. I heard a yelp behind me just as we made it behind the dumpster.

“Hero,” I screamed. I turned to see my dog staggering. Heart pounding, tears filling my eyes, I called to him. “Here, boy. Come on. Over here.”

Hero shuffled over to us. I grasped him and pulled him to safety. I then ran my hands through his fur. He whined when I reached his hindquarters. When I pulled my hand away, I had blood on my fingers. I started to reach for my backpack when another bullet hit the glass window above the scaffolding.

“Daisy,” Eddie said as he started to step out from behind the dumpster. I clutched him from behind to keep him in place.


“Let me go,” he yelled. “I need to get her.”

“They have a gun, Eddie,” I said trying to remain calm. My heart was pounding, and I was worried about Hero, but I couldn’t let him go. “We need to call for help.”

“Hey, what’s going on?”

I turned to see a man standing in his backyard across the street. The noise of the shots and breaking glass must have attracted the attention of the neighborhood. I didn’t know if the shooter was still around and didn’t want anyone else in danger.

“Gun shots. Go back inside,” I screamed. “Call for help.”

I saw him pulling his phone from his pocket as he rushed back into his house. I glanced around the area to see if anyone else had come outside. Hopefully, the attention we were attracting would scare the shooter away as well as keep all the neighbors inside. Eddie was shaking and muttering under his breath. He needed something to do. I turned back to Hero, blinking back tears as I dug through my backpack for bandages.

“Eddie,” I said catching his attention. When he looked at me, I shoved the bandages at him. “Help Hero. I’ll see if I can tell if the shooter is gone, and then I’ll get Daisy.”

I peered around the dumpster. I didn’t see any movement, but I wasn’t sure exactly where the shots had been coming from. A car started down Pine and drove past us. When nothing else happened, I decided to risk it.

“Okay, I’m going to try to get to Daisy,” I told Eddie.

He looked up, worried, but nodded. I watched him a moment while he carefully placed a bandage over the wound on Hero’s hip. I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned back around.

The end of the platform was only a few feet away. I inched my way over, hugging the wall, and climbed up the side of the scaffolding. There was glass all around. Daisy was huddled in the middle shaking like a leaf. I coaxed her closer all the while hoping the shooter was gone. Once she was close enough, I grabbed her and quickly moved back to the relative safety behind the dumpster just as the first siren sounded in the distance.


About the Author

B. L. Blair writes mystery/romance stories. Like most authors, she has been writing most of her life and has dozens of books started. She just needs the time to finish them.

She is the author of the Holton Romance Series, the Leah Norwood Mysteries, and the Lost and Found Pets Novellas. She enjoys reading books, writing books, and traveling wherever and as often as time and money allows. She is currently working on her latest book set in Texas, where she lives with her family.


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