Blog Tour: The Sheltering Palms by Preston Howard

 

Title: THE SHELTERING PALMS
Author: Preston Howard
Publisher: Preston Howard Press
Pages: 519
Genre:
Fictional Autobiography/Historical Fiction/Satire

 

Renowned police labor lawyer, Preston Howard, reached a watershed in his life—a forced retirement from the firm he built from the ground up and a cancer diagnosis. These two events made him take a step back and reflect over a life that had at times been hilarious, irreverent, self-mocking, eerie and even a bit, make that, quite lewd.

A family of unique characters guided the lawyer’s formative years: a bourbon-swilling, brilliant yet flawed grandfather who mentored the young lad in matters of religion, politics and the quest for knowledge; a psychic mother; an oversexed nanny; an aunt and uncle who fought on the front lines of integration; and a fire-balling uncle who got his fifteen minutes of fame in The Show.

Preston Howard first made his mark as a crime-fighting attorney representing the Tucson Police Department. Then he spent over forty illustrious years as a labor lawyer working with police officers and union leaders and handling the gamut of fascinating, high-profile cases across the country and even in other countries.

His many tall yarns might be viewed by some with the greatest suspicion, but his story-telling is undeniably first-class, witty, and absorbing.

 

PRAISE:

“The best book I’ve ever read about lawyers, cops, and unions.” Bob Helpert, Tucson, Arizona

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Link to Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1437685823

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Book Excerpt:

I USED TO BE SOMEBODY—when Preston Howard walked down the street, kings and queens would move off to the curb. Okay, so that bit of paraphrased hyperbole, courtesy of George Thorogood, might qualify as excessive, but for sure, when I rode into town, mayors, city managers, and police chiefs became more than a little queasy over what kind of wrath I might bring down on their community.

As senior partner at the highly successful Austin labor law firm of Howard, Diamond, and McGowan, I was invariably the oldest person in any meeting. My partners and co-workers would refer to me as “gramps” or “pappy;” one of them commented that I surely must have been around to vote for Hoover in 1928. If I had actually been alive back then, my vote likely would have been for Al Smith, not that my ballot would have been of any benefit to the man.

I did have the satisfaction that sometimes when my colleagues were not trying to get my goat with the “old man” references, they would call me “Obi-Wan.” At least my long and productive career had earned me Alec Guinness status as an all-knowing legal Jedi knight.

A few years back, I began to acknowledge that the passage of time had worn me down. My work ethic started to diminish; my instincts, always on target before, sometimes failed me; and to their considerable annoyance, I became increasingly testy with colleagues. My partners urged—tactfully at first and then more impolitely—that I go out to pasture. What an irony: I hired this bunch of ungrateful bastards, and then they had the gall to start pushing me aside.

So as I began to seriously consider retirement two years back, The Fates turned my life upside down and made the decision easier to finish up my career. The cancer diagnosis and Social Security eligibility hit me in the gut less than two weeks apart.

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About the Author

Preston Howard spent his entire career working on behalf of police officers, representing them under adverse circumstances, negotiating contracts to improve officers’ benefits and working conditions, and training police union officials in the art of leadership. He has written numerous books and lectured not only in this country but abroad as well.

His latest book is the fictional autobiography/historical fiction/satire, The Sheltering Palms.

Website Address:  http://www.prestonhowardauthor.com

Facebook Address: Preston Howard – Author

 

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Dragons of Destiny by C.R. Robertson

Title: Dragons of Destiny
Author: C.R. Robertson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Editor: Ranting Raven
Cover Designer: BRoseDesignz
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Magic is real and lives among us.
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Several billion years ago the goddess Gaia created the earth, bequeathing her greatest gift – magical beings that formed the Seelie and the Unseelie fae courts.
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Relationships are prohibited between the fae clans – but then the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest and hardest to obtain.
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Ruben is a high-level mage of the dark fae, Allura belongs to the light fae. From the moment Ruben first set eyes on Allura she captivates him until he is willing to risk everything to possess her.
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Her touch inflames him, releasing more than just white-hot passion when his hidden dragon emerges to claim his fated mate. All rules are burnt to ash when the dragons emerge to protect the earth from the greatest threat in over a thousand years.
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Take a heart-stopping plunge into a hidden magical kingdom.
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***WARNING*** Includes a kick-ass, sarcastic, deadly hero who is determined to claim his fated mate no matter who he has to smite along the way.
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Dragons of Destiny is the first in The Gaian Otherworld and although the foundation of the series, it can be read as a stand-alone paranormal romance.
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From an early age I have loved faery tales and mythological stories – they welcomed me into their pages while I went on the adventure with the characters, mourning their loss when the book ended and they left my life.
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As an author, my characters walk into my life and take over my home until the book is over. They visit often to share more stories that need told, and it is my pleasure to share them. I hope you love my characters as much as I do, they have lived with me for a long time, and I am merely telling their stories about their time in the Otherworld.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Mr. Pizza by J.F. Pandolfi

 

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Mainstream Fiction
Date Published: August 3, 2018
Publisher: L&A Publications
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Most people make at least one really harebrained decision in their life. Just ask Tony Piza. Deciding he needs a “paid vacation” for a year after college, Tony lands a job teaching at a Catholic elementary school. Talk about the Moby Dick of miscalculations. His pathetic effort is making him look bad, crimping his love life, and leaving him feeling guilty. A new approach, fueled by his irreverent humor, makes him a hit with his students. But it riles the powers that be. A showdown seems inevitable. Whether he can survive it—well, that’s something else.
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Practicing law certainly had its moments, but to call it “utter euphoria”—well, that was a stretch. Plus, the voices that had taken up residency in his head (rent-free, the deadbeats) kept insisting that he share his writing with the world. An award for his flash fiction piece, “Psychology for Dummies”, convinced him that the voices might be on to something. And so he called upon his fond memories as a teacher, which served as a backdrop to his debut novel, “Mr. Pizza”.
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J. F. also briefly believed he had won the New York City Marathon. Alas, it turned out to be a dream, apparently brought on by an acute case of restless leg syndrome.
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A staunch supporter of the fight to eradicate adult illiteracy, J. F. was accorded a Special Recognition in Literacy Award for his efforts.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Seas of Distant Stars by Francesca G. Verla

 

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Literary Science-Fiction
Date Published:  August 7th, 2018
Publisher: Owl House Books
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Agapanthus was kidnapped when she was only two years old, but she doesn’t remember it. In fact, she doesn’t remember her home planet at all. All she knows is Deeyae, the land of two suns; the land of great, red waters. Her foster-family cares for her, and at first that’s enough. But, as she grows older, Agapanthus is bothered by the differences between them. As an Exchanger, she’s frail and tall, not short and strong. And, even though she was raised Deeyan, she certainly isn’t treated like one. One day, an Exchanger boy completes the Deeyan rite-of-passage, and Agapanthus is inspired to try the same. But, when she teams up with him, her quest to become Deeyan transforms into her quest to find the truth―of who she is, and of which star she belongs to.
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Francesca G. Varela was raised in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. In 2015 she graduated from the University of Oregon with degrees in Environmental Studies and Creative Writing, and she then went on to receive her master’s degree in Environmental Humanities from the University of Utah.
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Blog Tour: A Broken Reality by Rob Kaufman

A BROKEN REALITY by Rob Kaufman, Psychological Thriller, 320 pp., $11.99 (paperback) $4.99 (kindle)

 

Title: A BROKEN REALITY
Author: Rob Kaufman
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 320
Genre: Thriller/Suspense/Psychological Thriller
 
On a fateful night in the dead of winter, an unimaginable
tragedy changes the lives of two families forever. How will they manage
to deal with reality while stopping the sociopath who is pushing them
toward the edge of sanity?
Ten-year-old, Danny Madsen, has been missing for four days when Jesse
Carlton begins his own search for his godson on a frigid, snowy night.
Driving along a deserted rural road, Jesse hits a stretch of black ice
at the same time Danny appears from the thicket. Unable to control the
car, Jesse slams into the boy and watches helplessly as Danny’s body
flies back into the dark brush.When Jesse regains consciousness, he has no recollection of how he
and his car wound up in a ditch. However, there’s a witness: Charles
Hastings, the sociopathic kidnapper who chased Danny through the brush
and into the path of Jesse’s car.

Hastings takes this chance to set up Jesse so he’ll take the fall for
both Danny’s disappearance and death. And so the mind games begin–an
onslaught of psychological manipulation that devastates Jesse, his wife,
Danny’s parents and the cops’ investigation. Inexplicably, the torment
continues even after the primary suspect is killed and the rollercoaster
of emotions and confusion seems never-ending until the final and
devastating truth is revealed.

If you like gripping, suspenseful page-turners that keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end, this is a must read!

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Danny Madsen had been missing for four days, and hope was
fading faster than the weak sunlight giving in to the cold night ahead. Worse, there’d been intermittent periods of snow and
sleet throughout the day, creating slick surfaces on unlit county roads and
leaving behind asphalt without traction or boundaries.
Like every other evening since the boy’s disappearance, the
approaching dusk put a damper on the search effort. Each was another day past
the critical “48-hour window,” another night for Jesse Carlton to fight back
tears of frustration as he crawled the icy streets of Hingham, Massachusetts in
his silver BMW, looking for the ten-year-old boy the Amber Alert described over
and over as white with blond hair and blue eyes, weighing fifty-six pounds and
standing about four feet six inches. When last seen, they’d always add, he was
wearing a bright blue North Face coat, blue corduroy pants, Nike sneakers and a
backpack with the name “Danny” stitched into the left shoulder strap.
Danny’s description echoed in Jesse’s head as he made the
right off of Main Avenue
onto Forest, which passed the hundred or so square acres
of conservation land. He didn’t need the Amber Alert to picture Danny. He’d
recognize him the instant he saw him since he’d known the boy from the day he
was born. Jesse had long been best friends with his parents, Becky and Don, and
Danny had become the son Jesse and Melissa tried and tried for but could never
have. They’d become so close to the Madsens, in fact, that they’d purchased a
home up the block from them, sight unseen, when Becky and Don told them it had
come on the market. It was apparent to all of them that the less distance between
the families, the more fulfilled their lives would be.
It was this honorary parenting of Becky and Don’s only child
that had Jesse driving the streets and highways in and outside of every
neighboring town for the past four nights—pursuing leads he’d overheard cops
discussing at the Madsen home, following up on hunches he’d get after scouring
the Internet for clues from past abductions. Each evening as he began his
search, Jesse prayed he’d be the one to bring Danny home safe, sound and
emotionally intact.
Jesse knew his nightly searches were pointless, but he could
no longer bear pacing the floor at home or sitting in the Madsen’s cop-filled
living room waiting for another bullshit tip, another clue that led nowhere but
deeper into heartache. Melissa spent her nights comforting Becky while Don
worked with the police to pursue every potential lead. Jesse’s need to do
something, anything, forced him into his car each night with dissipating hopes
and, by the way things had been going recently, unrealistic dreams.
The last person to see Danny was the school bus driver who
watched him jump down the vehicle’s steps four days earlier, just three blocks
from Don and Becky’s. And that clue was as solid—and as clear—as mud.
Jesse turned off the radio and clicked on the high beams. The
pavement was pure white from the newly fallen snow, and there wasn’t another
car anywhere to be seen. In front of him was blackness; behind him was
blackness; on each side, nothing but blackness. How did he expect to see
anything out here, let alone find a scared and freezing kid? He didn’t know,
but it didn’t matter. This was the only action he could take that made him feel
like he was actually doing something to help.
The yellow light poles every 300 feet or so did nothing but
offer a blurry glow that barely reached the road. And now that a smattering of
snow had started again, the soft crunch of flakes beneath the tires filled the
silence with an eeriness that sent a strange tingle sliding up Jesse’s neck.
On either side of Forest Avenue
lay the Terrence Ford
Conservation Land,
acres and acres of brush, swamp and trees with a few neighborhoods dotting the
outskirts. Since the homes were hidden behind the dense thicket and prodigious
pines, they were usually invisible to Forest Avenue
drivers. Tonight though, even in the deep blackness of this night, he could see
their pinpricks of homey yellow light, which, like the rickety poles lining the
road, was nothing he could see by.
As he passed the two-mile marker, his phone rang, jolting him
from his concentration. The display on the dash showed Melissa’s cell. He took
a calming breath and pressed the button on the steering wheel. “Hey, babe.”
“Where are you?” Melissa sounded almost panicked, her voice
trembling.
“What’s wrong? What happened? Where are you?”
“I’m at Becky and Don’s. They just got a call from Agent
Rivera…hold on.”
He tried to be patient, but after a few more seconds of
muffled voices he couldn’t hold back. “Missy!” he yelled and banged his fists
on the steering wheel. “For Christ’s sake, what did Rivera say?”
“Sorry, Jesse. I’m just getting more details.” The muffled
voices he’d first heard faded away as though she was moving into another room.
“Someone just called the hotline from somewhere out in Hingham.
It was an older woman who lives—”
Jesse felt like his heart skipped a beat. “I’m in Hingham!
Where in Hingham, Missy? Where?”
“Oh my God, Jesse. Wait, I wrote it down.” His pulse pounded
against the side of his neck as he waited for the crumpling of paper to stop
and her words to start again. “Okay, the woman lives on Tower
Road off Route 228, on the east side of that
conservation area.”
He brought up the GPS and frantically searched for 228. “I’m
like five minutes from 228—five minutes. I’m literally on the other side of the
woods.” His voice was shaky. “I’ll put Tower Road
in the GPS.”
 “She
says she saw a boy fitting Danny’s description running past her house a couple
of hours ago. She didn’t call right away because she wasn’t sure.”
Jesse let out
a shout of frustration. His shallow breaths quivered in his throat. “Shit, it’s
starting to sleet,” he said. “I’m on Forest right now.
It runs parallel to Route 228. I’ll turn around and work my way toward Tower to
see if I can meet up with one of the units.”
“Jesse,
please be careful. I don’t want you getting stuck in the middle of nowhere.”
“This isn’t
nowhere, Missy—it’s Hingham,” he
said with a sigh, knowing there was nothing he could say to help quell her
anxiety. She was a worrier, plain and simple. It was something he’d become
accustomed to and had learned to be patient with, but tonight his nerves were
too raw, his patience too thin.
“Jesse, sleet
means ice. Ice means slippery. Slippery means…”
“Missy,”
he snapped. He bit his lip and took another breath. “I’m going to turn around
and head back toward 228.” He gazed into the darkness to his right, wishing
there was a road that cut through the conservation area. “Once I get there,
I’ll give you a call. Until then, sit tight. This could be the break we’ve been
hoping for.”
“Oh God,
Jesse. I hope so. Please be careful. I’ll wait for your call. I love you.”
“I love you,
Babe,” he replied, making sure to sound as composed as possible as he
disconnected.
Jesse was
once again alone, the soft muffle of the car engine filling the otherwise empty
silence. Keeping safety in mind despite his own anxiety to find the boy safe,
he made a careful K-turn in the middle of Forest
Avenue. The tires slipped a bit on the icy road,
so he let up on the pedal allowing the car to straighten itself out. When he
faced south, he stepped on the gas again and drove as fast as he could without
completely losing traction.
Jesse could
see the lights of Hanover Mall through the melting snow on the windshield. The
liquid dripping down the glass made it look as though the lights were dancing,
shimmying back and forth to the steady beat of the tires crunching the ice
beneath him. He glanced at the speedometer: 25 mph. If he could keep up this
speed, he’d be back at the intersection of Forest and Main
within four minutes.
A faint smile
crossed his lips as he remembered finding Danny’s favorite Spider-Man action
figure in the back seat earlier that week; Danny must’ve dropped it the day
Jesse helped out Don and Becky by picking him up from rehearsal for his school’s
play. The toy had been right in the middle of the seat, and he wondered if he
could reach it—maybe it would change his luck, somehow attract Danny to him.
Jesse reached
back, fumbling around, trying to reach Spidey. Nothing. He leaned further and
slid his open palm along the seat. Still nothing. Angling backward as far as he
could, he patted the floor mat behind him in hopes that the figure had slid
during a turn.
No luck.
A quick
glance showed the tiny superhero jammed into the corner of the back seat.
Spider-Man was tonight’s lucky charm; the idea felt right, and it would help
him find Danny. It was a superstitious and even desperate move, but doing
things by the book had so far turned up nothing.
“Gotcha!” he
cheered when he snagged the action figure’s foot. He turned back toward the
road to see a black figure stumbling out from the brush in front of him. In
less than a second, the headlights shown on the figure’s face—it was Danny.
Horror seized
Jesse by the throat and he gasped as he slammed on the brakes. The car went
into an immediate spin, flying directly at Danny whose eyes went wide in the
headlights. Jesse felt a thud against the back panel of the car. He screamed,
the view from every window only blurred streaks of light. He tried to focus, to
spot Danny somewhere in the whirl of his surroundings. But the boy was gone. He
screamed again, his cry now muffled by the airbag exploding against his face.
He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the BMW skid off the side of the road and
nose-dive into a shallow ditch filled with snow.
As the car
lay on its side, ruined engine still ticking, Jesse could barely hang on to
consciousness. Images and sounds swirled through his head: the screech of metal
dragging along the pavement, Danny’s face hitting the window, the sickening
thump as the car smashed sideways into the little boy’s body.
“It didn’t
happen,” Jesse whispered. “This is a dream,” he panted. “Just a dream.” He
repeated the words again and again until the weight of his eyelids became
unbearable and he closed his eyes, allowing the sound of his sobbing to lead
him gently into his own personal darkness.

 

 

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As a child, Rob Kaufman was always fascinated by the stories recited
by those around him and the words used to tell them. As he got older,
his need to tell his own stories grew, as did his ability to share them
in exciting and captivating ways.However, he wanted to share more than just stories. His primary
desire was to create characters with whom people could relate, while at
the same time bringing them through a journey from which most would
crumble.His degree in Psychology was the first step toward getting beneath
the surface of the people in his life. What followed was a lifelong
search for what makes people tick – what forces them to become evil when
deep down in their heart of hearts, they are yearning for love. Rob’s
characters walk this search with him, deep into the human psyche,
creating psychological thrillers from every day events.

Rob’s second book “One Last Lie” continues to receive great praise
and is selling well in both electronic and paperback formats. His
current book, “A Broken Reality” is much darker than his first, with
characters who hold bits and pieces of strangers he’s known, friends
he’s had and personal tragedy he’s lived through.

“This book hits home for me,” says Rob. “There were a few pages that
made me laugh out loud as I wrote them… and many that made me cry. And
the great thing is, I’m finding that many readers of this book are
experiencing the same emotions.”

Through social and other media, Rob hopes to get “A Broken Reality”
into the hands of millions, so that they, too, can experience the ups,
downs, twists, turns and final tragedy that has helped make this book a
Five-Star contender.

Website Address: www.AuthorRobKaufman.com

Blog Address: http://authorrobkaufman.com/blog/

Twitter Address: @RobKaufmanCT

Facebook Addresshttps://www.facebook.com/AuthorRobKaufman/

 

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Blog Tour: Slay Bells by T.C. Wescott

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Title: SLAY BELLS (A CHRISTMAS VILLAGE MYSTERY)
Author: T.C. Wescott
Publisher: Better Mousetrap Books
Pages: 273
Genre: Cozy Mystery

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‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the village, the night settled in over swirling-smoke chimneys; the air was alive with pine and holly, with sugar and cinnamon and cider, by golly!

Along snowy lanes and through shadows it crept, past windows behind which each villager slept, where sleeping dogs lie and cats rest a’purring-

Tonight, in Christmas Village, a killer is stirring.

Welcome to Christmas Village, a magical hamlet where even in December the roses hold their luster and bees buzz among the bluebells. Nestled betwixt an opulent garden with meandering footpaths and an ancient grove of plum trees, Rose Willoughby’s boarding house is plum-full with lodgers. There are no vacancies, but just wait. Soon there will be one…and another…and another.

When the Inn’s guests begin dying in inexplicable ways, some villagers believe a beast from old village lore is the culprit. The sheriff knows better, but he’s just as helpless to catch the invisible killer as are the town folk with their eyes to the sky in search of a flying creature. But our mysterious murderer hasn’t counted on yet another lodger coming to the cottage: Maribel Claus.

Short as a stump, round as a wheel, sweet as a candy cane, and a sharp as a whip, Maribel loves a good puzzle. But can she unmask the phantom killer in time and save Christmas?

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PROLOGUE

Night settles in over smoking chimneys and snow-capped rooftops.

A potpourri of pine, holly, and cinnamon swirls in the breeze over white pastures and along sleepy lanes as festive decorations left hanging on each street lamp and along every thoroughfare dance upon its passing.

Winter birds offer up their sing-song as the rows of cottage windows blink out their goodnights.

But for many in the happy hamlet of Christmas Village, the night will be a short one, made restless with excitement for the morning when they will rise early to prepare for the inaugural day of the annual Christmas Festival.

The festival, running the full week before Christmas Eve, is the last great hurrah of the year, barring the ringing of the new year bells. It is no exaggeration to say that the best hope one has of experiencing something more glorious is to return the following year for the next Festival.

So, it is with smiles on their faces and joy in their hearts that every soul in the village, farmer and squire alike, closes their eyes in anticipation of sunrise.

One among them will not live to see the sun.

Something moves among the birds, along the snowy lanes, skirting the light in favor of shadow.

In Christmas Village, this night, a creature is stirring.

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T.C. Wescott was born in Missouri but has lived in Oklahoma most of his life. Like pretty much every author who has ever breathed, he is an avid reader. His favorites are classic mysteries from the Golden Age, as well as just before or just after that period (which is widely considered the period between the two World Wars). His first mystery novel, Running from Scissors, was published in July 2018 and will be the first of at least three books in the Running Store Mystery series.

 

The Christmas Village Mystery series launched in November of the same year with the debut title Slay Bells. The formula for his books is simple – mixing the classic, traditional detective fiction standards with all the trappings of the modern cozy mystery.

Wescott is also (under another name) the author of two award-winning non-fiction books as well as many essays and articles.

 

 

Website Address: www.tcwescott.com

Twitter Address: www.twitter.com/MousetrapBooks

Facebook Address: www.facebook.com/BetterMousetrapBooks

 

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Metal Mouth by Jaimie Engle

 

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YA Magical Realism
Date Published: 12/1/2018
Publisher: JME Books

 

Mahlorie hates her braces. And who cares what she looks like anyway? Her parents sure do. Dad, a travelling magician, and Mom, a famous erotica author, constantly harp on the importance of appearance. Her best friend Shai is the epitome of pop-culture, crushing on every boy with a cute smile. But when Mal has a near-death experience and can suddenly hear a boy’s voice in her head, life takes a turn for the weird. He can hear her too. How did her braces become transmitters? And who is this boy she just might be falling in love with? For fans of “The Fault in Our Stars” and “Everything, Everything.”

This magical coming-of-age tale of mystery and self-discovery, and love and friendship, makes the impossible become all too real…

Purchase Links: Amazon, signed copies

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JAIMIE ENGLE is the author of dark thrillers for teens where magic turns ordinary into extraordinary. She weaves history, magic, and lore into her books, which take readers on wondrous adventures, though her passion is talking to kids about writing and social issues because words have power. She loves coffee, cosplay, and making Wick Books® candles inspired by scents from her novels and for other indie authors so readers can Experience the Story! She lives in Florida with her awesome husband, hilarious children, and the world’s best dog. Learn more at thewriteengle.com, where Jaimie is always working on her next book.

 

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Blog Tour: The Atlantis Deception by Mark H. Jackson

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A German property developer, Hans Hoffmann, revels in the belief he has discovered the key to unleashing the weapon responsible for sinking Atlantis. Hoffmann requests the help of Cambridge archaeologist, Dr John Hunter to validate his mysterious find. Hunter’s acceptance leads the maverick academic on a journey from the headquarters of a clandestine organisation in England, to a lost city in the heart of the Brazilian Rainforest, and climaxes inside a chamber hidden deep beneath Egyptian Heliopolis. Pioneering theory is spliced by epic battles, daring escapes, and elaborate schemes aimed at unravelling a secret history hidden from humanity for the past twelve thousand years.

Atlantis is a very visual word. A word evoking mystery, forgotten realms, underwater palaces… the list goes on. I find this Plato inspired concept of Atlantis fascinating and read anything and everything I can lay my hands on. The theories are diverse and range from the feasible to the outlandish, but certain concepts keep reoccurring. The Atlantis Deception takes the ideas of accepted and alternative theory, weaving them together to create a believable universe where our past still dictates our future.

The novel follows the trials and tribulations of a fictional Cambridge academic, Dr John Hunter. The focus is not on Atlantis itself, but rather on what happened to its people it the wake of the loss of their homeland. The Atlantis Deception is a classic action adventure tale with heroes, villains, shadowy organisations and self-serving plots, each underpinned by progressive archaeological theory. The novel is written with the aim of both exciting and making readers think in equal measure. Although imagined, many of the conclusions the characters reach are cutting edge and described in such a way so as to blur the line between fact and fiction.

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About the Author

Mark is a qualified solicitor who splits his time between protecting the rights of academics, writing thriller fiction and raising five mostly lovely children. He studied Archaeology and Ancient History at the University of Birmingham with a nod towards alternative theory, focusing on the relationship of the Giza complex to the stars; portolan maps; and the origins of civilisation and religion. It was within this flame the plots for his future novels were born.

Mark’s writing career extends back over a decade and his diverse portfolio includes three novels, a number of short stories and even a six-part sitcom. Long listed for the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award, he is currently a featured author on the popular writing website, Wattpad, with over 6,000 followers from all around the world and well over one million reads of his first novel. Aside from Wattpad, Mark is an active member on a number of other writing websites, spending his spare time offering editorial and structural advice to fellow authors. Up to now Mark has considered writing as a creative outlet for the myriad of characters and ideas roaming about his head. The time has come to tease them out of hiding and breathe a little life into their lungs.

Website Link: https://markhjackson.com/

Twitter Link: https://twitter.com/MarkJackson873

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Razor by J. Barton Mitchell

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The Razor
By J. Barton Mitchell
Genre: Science Fiction

 

Brilliant engineer Marcus Flynn has been sentenced to 11-H37 alongside the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals; a hard labor prison planet better known as the Razor, where life expectancy is short and all roads are dead ends.

At least until the Lost Prophet protocol goes active…

In a few hours, without warning, prison guards and staff are inexplicably evacuated, and the prisoners are all left to die.

To survive, Flynn will have to rely on the most unlikely of allies – killers, assassins, pirates and thieves – each running from (or maybe towards) their own demons.

A volatile ice pirate, struggling with the guilt of losing her entire crew on the inside, and the fear of having it happen all over again. A man who was once an elite prison Ranger, sentenced to the Razor for murdering his commanding officer, and whose sins have finally caught up with him. An infamous and dangerous mercenary, with the mysterious power to affect and feel through metal, who has come to the planet by choice to find the only person he ever cared about him. And a brilliant, mysterious, old woman named Gable, with terrifying abilities no human should possess, and who just may be the most dangerous inmate on the entire planet.

But to escape the Razor, they’ll have to unravel the dark mysteries beginning to awaken on the surface – mysteries that suggest the planet is much more than it seems. Only Flynn has the skills and knowledge to do so, but he can’t make it by himself.

If they can survive each other, they just might survive the Razor…and claim it for their own.

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Barton Mitchell lives somewhere between Santa Fe, NM and Austin, TX. He’s developed properties for Warner Bros, Twenty First Century Fox, Valve Software, and Boom! Studios, and is a published author of four novels. His third novel, VALLEY OF FIRES was awarded Best Science Fiction Novel of 2015 by the RT Book Review, and his fourth novel, THE RAZOR, will be published by TOR Books this fall. Interact with him at www.jbartonmitchell.com.

 

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Lizzy’s Kiss by Karen Tjebben

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Psychological Romantic Suspense
Date Published: November 21, 2018
 

Lizzy Adams spent the summer pining for Tyson Smith, the sexy security agent whose instruction at a safety seminar saved her life. Now, every man she meets is measured against the absolute awesomeness of the brawny black man with the soulful eyes, the baritone voice that whispers over her like a velvet caress, and a smile that turns her knees to jelly. Now she just had to get him to notice her.

 Tyson Smith had a lot of respect for Lizzy Adams, the spunky teacher who freed herself from the clutches of a deranged miscreant who’d wanted to take her hostage. But his concept of her wholesome ‘girl-next-door’ image was challenged the night she showed up at a company barbeque dressed as a flirty cowgirl. Always the gentleman, he managed to keep his eyes off her assets as she strolled around the farm. His mother hadraised him better, but there was no denying that she was every man’s ‘American Beauty’ fantasy. But the night he’d shown up at her doorstep to help her out altered their relationship forever. Between the fear in her eyes and the baseball bat perched on her shoulder, his protective side surfaced, and he handed her a piece of his heart.

 Their whirlwind romance is threatened when a man from Lizzy’s past attacks her. Sam Clark wants vengeance for his son. He blames the jurors from Jason’s trial for Jason’s death and crafts a hit list. But killing Lizzy, the scrappy survivor, is harder than he thought. After Sam fails at his first attempt on Lizzy’s life, he resolves to kill her before he’s forced into hiding. He just has to get past the big, black man who appointed himself Lizzy’s protector.

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About the Author

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 new career in writing. 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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