Blog Tour & Giveaway: Down Under by Mike Gomes

Down Under
The Falau Files Book 6
by Mike Gomes
Genre: Thriller
Some people just need to die.
The banks of Australia are not safe with the “Rock n’ Roll Bandits”
on the loose. Hitting bank after bank they have amassed a small
fortune. Now working with the fearless underground leader with
terrorist ties, the Dragon, the sky is the limit. Everything seems to
be perfect. Little do they know that “The System” has
called on Michael Falau to put an end to their criminal ways. What
follows is a fly by the seat of your pants adventure that runs across
the south of Australia and throws Falau at the highest risk he has
ever had. To infiltrate the group he will have to do things he never
thought imaginable. With only his guts and cunning he will have to
find a way to bring in the outlaws before they learn who he is and
kill him.
From the bestselling author Mike Gomes comes the 6th book in the Falau
Files. If you love action packed adventure and some grit in your
thrillers then this is the book for you. Pick up your copy of Down
Under today!
**easily read as a standalone!**
**Only .99 cents!!**
Mike Gomes loves writing fast paced, action packed novels for Adults. The
desire to create fun, page turning books that lets readers slip away
into another world is what drives him to write. Mike lives with his
wife and four children in Massachusetts.
The white windowless van sat at the corner of Union Street and King Street with the summer heat beating down on it. The casing of metal made the temperature rise inside the van and Newcastle, Australia was showing no signs of clouds to lighten their misery.

A bead of sweat ran down the cheek of the man sitting in the driver’s seat of the van as he looked diligently out the front window. The man took a long and slow drag off the cigarette sitting in his fingers and the smoke swirled around his face. The blue eyes were unwavering in their task and the blond hair on his head was a tousled mess, much like the surfer boys out on the beaches all summer.

“Come on Marty, just crack the window.” said a voice from the back seat, not getting the blond man to look back at him.

“Shut up, Terry. You will have your chance to be on the street soon.” said Marty, taking another drag from the cigarette. “You boys know the deal on this one just like the rest.”

“No problem. Just give us the word.” said the man sitting in the passenger seat with gritted teeth and a toothpick between them.

“Tommy, you ready for this?” asked Marty

“No problem, boss.  Just give me the word.” he said, pulling the slide on his .45 caliber Smith and Wesson handgun before placing it in his belt.

“He’s a killer if you ask me, Marty.“ said Charlie with a wide grin covering his face.

“Ok, boys. Let’s gear up.” said Marty, pulling himself out of the front seat and moving to the back of the van changing into his outfit like the rest.

The men wore a coordinated outfit of black shoes, black pants, white shirt, black tie, and black jacket. Pulling the rifles off the wall of the van, the AK-47 was the weapon of choice. The older models were the ones that they could get their hands on due to the strict gun laws in Australia, but the Soviet era assault rifles were more than enough for the job they had at hand.

Sliding on the plastic masks that covered the whole head, the members of the team took on the resemblances of the musical group the Beatles.

Marty placed his hand on the door and started his countdown with the face of John looking back at the others. “In three, two, one, GO!”

The strong hand gripped down hard on the lever and pulled the door to the side exposing the four men as they took to the street. Marty followed the others to the corner leaving the side of the van open and waiting.

Getting to the corner Terry pulled the door to the Midtown National Bank open and let the others funnel in as fast as possible before closing the door behind them and standing guard.

“Get the fuck down!” screamed Marty as he fired the AK47 into the air dropping down all the people into the room as well as a shower of plaster from the ceiling.

The butt end of Tommy’s AK47 found its mark striking down on the back of the head of the guard that was standing beside the door just as he had each time they had come into the bank previously to learn the positioning of all the players that worked here each day.

“Ninety seconds, boys!” yelled out Terry, looking at an oversized watch on his wrist.


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Book Blitz & Giveaway: Splotch by Anne Rothman-Hicks and Kenneth Hicks


Middle Reader Fantasy

Publisher: MuseItYA a division of MuseItUp Publishing.

Alice’s parents refuse to let her have a dog, so when Alice sees a paint stain on the sidewalk that looks like a dog, she decides that she will make him a virtual pet. She calls him Splotch and downloads a picture of him to her computer. To her surprise, he escapes from the computer and begins to act as Alice’s self-appointed protector. Unfortunately, he sees most people as potential enemies of Alice, including her teacher and the school principal, and he is not shy about giving those various enemies a bite. When Splotch starts to attack Alice’s best friend, Alice knows there is a big problem. But how will she get Splotch to stop being a guard dog and go back into the computer?

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About the Authors

Anne Rothman-Hicks is a graduate of Bryn Mawr College where, in 1969, at a college dance, she met a student from Haverford named Kenneth Hicks. They have been together pretty much ever since, getting married, having children, writing books, making art, and generally conspiring to live lives that are happy, creative, and good.

 Anne and Ken’s most recent novels and stories are set in New York City, where they have lived for most of their married lives. 

 Their middle reader series, Alice and Friends, features Alice, a 10-year-old girl with a vivid imagination that gets her into and out of trouble. The titles are, STONE FACES, BROWNSTONE FACES, and SPLOTCH.

 In Ken and Anne’s tween book, THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM, Jennifer and James find a pigeon in Central Park whose foot was caught in a bit of string attached to a fence. Only this pigeon was actually a man before he was turned into a pigeon over a hundred years earlier. Now he needs some help to be turned back into a man before a certain hawk captures and eats him instead. 

 A sequel, REMEMBERING THOMAS, has been published by MuseItUp Publishing in March of 2018.

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Book Blitz: Storm from Taxila by Shreyas Bhave


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Bindusar, the Samrat Chakravartin of all the Aryas, ruler of the Indian subcontinent, is dead. Chaos rules across the empire. The royal succession turns upon intrigue, dark coalitions, violence and death. The realm stands divided and civil war ensues.
Vidishanagri: Asoka kills his brother’s Ashwamedha stallion and marches to Patliputra with his army. The ancient Brahminical order rises in his supports, awaiting his entry into the capital. Have they made the right choice?
Taxila: The rightful heir, Sushem, raises an army to meet the challenge posed by his ambitious and gifted brother, Asoka. He prepares to march to the capital and seize the throne by force. Will history repeat itself; will Sushem achieve what his grandfather Chandragupta did 50 years ago?
Junagarh: Guild Master Hardeo sets out on a private mission to acquire the great salt pans of Sindh. Will he succeed in his secret enterprise?
Vidishanagri: Radhagupta travels to fulfill the task allotted to him by the Order. Kanakdatta, the Buddhist, stands up to stop him. Will Radhagupta fail in his mission?
winds of war howl over the sub-continent, blowing every last person one way or the other. Blood will be spilled, secrets revealed and men ruined. History shall be made.
Book II of the epic Asoka Trilogy, the storm approaches; the harbinger of death and destruction. When the dust finally
settles, the great question will be answered: Who is the next Samrat of the holy Lands of the Aryas?

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many centuries the holy books of the Aryas have preached everything from
eternal unity of one’s own kind to selfless service to one’s family and
society. But aeons after they were written, we still cannot practice what we
lands lie fragmented, divided by everything from regionalism to tribal
sentiment and the petty selfishness of individual rulers. Our Rajas had fought
over everything from women, to land and pride; so much so that wars with their
neighbours has become a habit. And every time some powerful Arya rises above
these squabbles and seeks to unify our lands, he turns out to be an evil
monster rather than a rightful Samrat. Be it Jarasandha of yore or the
tyrannical Nandas of our times, those who have tried to unify our lands have
It is
not that the learned men of our society have accepted or become resigned to
this state of affairs. They have always attempted to stand against these evil
rulers. Be
it Lord Krishna of a thousand years ago, or I the
humble servitorof my people in these unsettled times.
name is Arya Chanakya, though I am known as Kautilya these days. Few are privy
to my past so take heed of what I say; then hold the words sealed within your
I was
born eight decades ago in the northwest of our subcontinent, where the Land of
the Aryas ends and those of foreigners like the Mlechhas and the Yavanas begin.
For my entire youth I strived for only two things – to accumulate knowledge of
our world; and unite our race as a single entity.
considered me foolish and stubborn. The Rajas laughed at my advice and
continued to fight meaningless wars for worthless reasons. For three decades of
my life my efforts were in vain as I tried and failed to instill the virtues of
unity and service in our rulers.
everything changed. I recognized my mistake. I had been counting on changing
the mindset of our people from within. What I should have realized long before
was that change of such proportions can only be brought about by a powerful
external force.
Fifty years ago, that powerful force arrived at the
boundaries of our Bharat, armed with insurmountable
His name was Alexander, and he came from beyond the seven seas, from the lands
of the Greeks. His objective was simple – to conquer the whole wide world. And
our lands were next – the doorway to the far East.
Rajas of the northwest reacted as I had expected. They made deals with this
foreign foe in order to destroy the enemies of their own race. Even Raja Ambhi
of Taxila, did so. Only one man refused to succumb to Alexander. His name was
Puru, the mightiest Raja of the region.
even Puru’s might was no match for Alexander’s tactics and deceit. On the banks
of the holy Jhelum, everyone gasped with horror as Puru lost the battle to the
Greeks – everyone except me; I just smiled.
As Alexander spent time consolidating power in the northwest, I
travelled east to the greatest city of the known world – to Patliputra, ruled
by the Nandas. My plan was simple: to ask the Nanda Maharaja to take his army
northwest to defeat the Greeks. The people of the northwest were disgusted by
the unmanly conduct of their Rajas, almost all of whom had surrendered without
a fight. If The Nandas fought and won against the Greeks, the people of the
northwest would accept them as their saviours, thereby uniting the
subcontinent, north and south, east and west.
But my
plan had a serious flaw. While everyone knew the Nandas had the largest
standing army in the world, what few people beyond their borders knew was how they
used it. I discovered that the army was used to terrorize their subjects. The
Nandas were tyrannical kings who ruled with the force of an equally tyrannical
army. I witnessed and experienced their tyranny first hand. I was imprisoned
and tortured by Nanda lieutenants in Patliputra.
But I was rescued by an Ancient Brotherhood that had dwelled in
the tunnels below the city for five centuries. Since its founder, Maharaja
Ajatshatru, had laid down its mission, the brothers of the order had zealously
safeguarded the interests of the Arya race, secretly. They rescued me from
prison and inducted me into their ranks. They bestowed upon me their mission:
To bring down the evil Nandas from their thrones.
About the Author:
Shreyas is a 21 year old guy currently pursuing his B.Tech in Electrical Eng. from VNIT Nagpur. His love for history since his childhood prompted him to write his take on the story of Asoka who was one of the towering figures in the history of India, which has been taken up as ‘The Asoka Trilogy’ by Leadstart Publishing.
The first part of the trilogy called ‘The Prince of Patliputra’ has been published in January 2016 and garnered positive responses.
He is also presently working on several other manuscripts and completing the final year of his engineering Course.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Super Ladies by Susan Petrone

August 13 – October 13, 2018 Tour


The Super Ladies by Susan Petrone


Genre: Women’s Fiction
Published by: The Story Plant
Publication Date: August 14th 2018 by Story Plant
Number of Pages: 320
ISBN: 1611882583 (ISBN13: 9781611882582)

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For three middle-aged women in the suburbs of Cleveland, the issues seemed compelling but relatively conventional: sending a child off to college, dealing with a marriage gone stale, feeling “invisible.” But changes were coming . . . and not the predictable ones. Because Margie, Katherine, and Abra are feeling a new kind of power inside of them – literally. Of all the things they thought they might have to contend with as they got older, not one of them considered they’d be exploding a few gender roles by becoming superheroes.

At once a delightful and surprising adventure and a thoughtful examination of a woman’s changing role through life’s passages, THE SUPER LADIES is larger-than-life fiction at its very best.



“While, on the surface, this is a novel about a woman battling to make her way in the man’s world of professional baseball, debut author Petrone presents a stirring and humorous story of a woman doing considerably more than that–trying to rediscover herself, provide for her family, and perhaps find a little love along the way.” – Booklist

“Throw Like a Woman is that rare baseball novel, both a paean to the game and a deeper exploration of character. Susan Petrone has a fan’s heart and a scout’s eye. Read it now. Don’t wait for the movie.” – Stewart O’Nan, co-author of Faithful and A Face in the Crowd

“For baseball fans who yearn for a female Jackie Robinson, reading Susan Petrone’s fun and absorbing novel Throw Like a Woman becomes a kind of prayer. ‘Please, Lord! Give talent a chance. Let this dream come true!'” – Mary Doria Russell, author of The Sparrow

“Someday there will be a woman who plays Major League Baseball. And when it happens, I suspect it will be an awful lot like Susan Petrone’s fun Throw Like a Woman. Susan knows baseball and so the novel – and her hero Brenda Haversham – crackles with authenticity. You can hear the pop of the ball hitting the catcher’s mitt.” – Joe Posnanski, author of The Soul of Baseball, NBC Sports National Columnist

“Petrone’s storytelling is first-rate, and she weaves a credible baseball tale with well-defined characters throughout.” – The Wave



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On the way home, Katherine called shotgun, so Abra had to sit in the back of Margie’s minivan amid soccer shin guards, baseballs, stray sneakers, swim goggles, granola bar wrappers, a rubber-banded stack of Pokemon cards, and a book on playing Minecraft. “How was this shoe not on the seat when we left?” Abra asked.

“I really couldn’t tell you,” Margie replied over her shoulder. “Things back there just seem to migrate around on their own. Hold it up.” Abra did so, and Margie took a quick look at it in the rearview mirror as they pulled out of the parking lot and onto Superior Avenue. “I don’t even think that belongs to one of mine.”

“Now you know why I called shotgun. The backseat scares me,” Katherine said. “I sometimes get overwhelmed with one kid. How do you manage three?”

“I have no life. Duh,” Margie replied.

Margie cut south onto East 12th Street and then turned east onto Chester Avenue, which would take them through Midtown, up Cedar Hill, and back home. As they drove by Cleveland State University, she asked Katherine, “Do we still have to flip the bird to CSU for denying Hal tenure?”

“Nah, the statute of limitations has expired on that one, I think.”

“I like the new housing they’re building down here,” Abra said. “If I ever move downtown, would you two come and visit me?”

“Hell yes,” said Katherine.

“Sure,” Margie added. “Are you seriously thinking of moving or just toying with it?”

“Toying. If I can unload the house to the bank, I’ll have to rent somewhere. And I’d be closer to work.”

“If you move, who will I run with every morning?” “I don’t know. Get another dog?”

Chester was a wide, three-lanes-in-each-direction boulevard that took them past the university neighborhood and through the dead zone in between downtown, where most of the office buildings and entertainment areas were, and University Circle, where most of the city’s museums and cultural gems were ensconced. Economic development hadn’t hit this middle area, and much of it was taken up by vacant buildings, empty lots, and boarded-up houses.

Nine fifteen on a Thursday night in mid-May isn’t late and isn’t scary. Still, Margie got a bad feeling when she saw a young woman on the sidewalk walking fast, hands folded across her chest, not looking at the man who walked next to her. The girl was a stranger—not her age, not her race, not her neighborhood, but still, the girl was someone, some mother’s daughter.

Margie pulled over to the curb, leaving the engine running.

“Why are you stopping?” Katherine asked.

The few other cars on the wide road passed by without slowing. No cars were parked on the street; Margie’s van was the only stopped vehicle for blocks. Katherine and Abra followed Margie’s gaze to the scene unfolding on the sidewalk. The man was yelling at the woman now. They couldn’t make out exactly what he was yelling but heard the words “bitch” and “money” a few times. And they could see his flailing arms, his face leering up against hers. She stopped walking and said something to him, and he hit her. She lost her balance and fell against the chain-link fence that ran along the sidewalk. They were in front of an empty lot, where once there might have been a house but now was only a square of crabgrass and crumbling concrete and stray garbage. For a moment, there were no other cars on the road. There was no one else on the street, no inhabited buildings for a couple blocks either way. If not for them, the woman was on her own.

“Call nine-one-one,” Abra said as the man hit the woman again. The woman tried to get away, but he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her hard against the fence.

“There’s no time,” Katherine said. In a heartbeat, she was out of the car.

“Darn it, come on…” Abra muttered as she fumbled with the sliding side door and jumped out. “Keep the engine running,” she said as she followed Katherine.

“I’ll go with you…” Margie started to say. No, Abra was right. Someone had to stay with the van, keep the engine running, stay behind the wheel in case they needed to make a quick getaway. Glancing behind her, she backed up alongside the people on the sidewalk. It felt proactive. She could hear Katherine’s strong teacher voice saying loudly but calmly, “Leave her alone” and the woman yelling, “Call the police!” It suddenly occurred to Margie that she had a phone. She could call the police. Hands trembling and heart racing, Margie frantically fumbled through her bag for her phone.

She told the 911 dispatcher where she was and what was happening, the whole time watching Katherine and Abra and the couple on the sidewalk. Suddenly, there was a glint of something shiny in the streetlight as the man rushed toward Katherine. She heard a scream, and then she couldn’t see Abra anymore.

Katherine got out of the car purely through instinct. There was someone in trouble—helping is what you were supposed to do, right? It wasn’t until she was on the sidewalk, walking toward the man and woman, saying loudly, “Leave her alone” and watching the man turn to face her that she realized she had absolutely no idea what to do next. None. It was then that her heart started pounding and a hot wave of fear tingled through her arms and legs.

Up close, she could see the guy was taller and more muscular than he appeared from the safety of the van. He was maybe white, maybe light-skinned African American with a shaved head. An indecipherable neck tattoo peeked out from under his close-fitting, long-sleeved black T-shirt. She tried to burn a police description into her brain. The woman yelled, “Call the police!” at the same time the guy said, “This is none of your damn business, lady” to Katherine. The utter disdain in his voice cleared everything out of her brain except one thought: This was such a mistake. This was such a stupid mistake. There was no way this could end well. For a split second, she imagined Hal and Anna without her, wondered if they would think her foolish for getting herself killed in this way. She heard Abra say softly, “Just let her go, man.”

Katherine could just see Abra off to her right. Margie had backed up, and the open doors of the van were only a few yards away. She could faintly hear Margie’s voice, talking to 911 maybe? Knowing they were both nearby gave her a tiny bit more courage. Katherine took a tentative step toward the woman, who was kneeling by the fence. Her face was bloodied, the sleeve of her shirt ripped. “Miss?” she asked. She looked about nineteen or twenty. Not a woman. A girl. “Why don’t you come with us? We’ll give you a ride.”

“She don’t need a ride,” the man said.

The rest of the street seemed eerily quiet. Couldn’t someone else stop and help? Someone big? Someone male maybe? Katherine wasn’t that big, but she was big enough, strong enough. She could help. Slowly she extended her left arm. If the woman wanted to take her hand, she could. Katherine held the woman’s gaze, hoping she could silently convince her that leaving with some strangers was preferable to getting beaten up by her boyfriend. Katherine was so focused that she didn’t see the knife until it was against her arm, in her arm. The man cut so fast that she hardly saw the blade, only the flash of metal against her pale white skin. It occurred to her that she needed to get out in the sun. Why am I worried about how pale I am? I just got cut. She felt the sensation of the blade slicing through flesh, felt a momentary spark of pain, and then the pain was gone. It happened faster than a flu shot—a quick prick, then nothing.

The man only made one swipe, then stopped, triumphant, staring at her arm, expecting blood, expecting her to scream, to fall. There wasn’t any blood on her arm or the knife. No blood, just Katherine staring at him wide-eyed and unharmed.

Then the man was on the ground, hit from the side by…something, something Katherine couldn’t see. The knife dropped from his hands and landed near her foot. She kicked it away at the same time she heard Abra’s voice yell, “Run!” But where the hell was Abra? She must be in the van. Katherine couldn’t see her.

Katherine said, “Come on” to the woman, who was now up and moving toward her. The woman needed no more convincing and was in the car before Katherine, even before Abra. Where had Abra been? How could she be the last one to pile into the minivan, yelling, “Go! Go!” to Margie, who was slamming on the gas before the door was even closed.

Nobody said anything for a moment. The only sound in the car was that of four women catching their breath, being glad they had breath left in their bodies. Then all of them simultaneously erupted into words of relief and fear, asking each other “Are you all right? Are you all right?”

“Oh sweet mother, I can’t believe you all just did that,” Margie said. “I thought—Katherine, I honestly thought he was going to kill you.”

“So did I,” Abra said. “How the hell did he not cut you? How did he miss you?”

“He didn’t miss me,” Katherine replied quietly. Feeling fine seemed intrinsically wrong, but there it was. Unreal sense of calm? Yes. Pain and blood? No.

Before Margie or Abra could respond, the woman exclaimed, “Oh my God, thank you! Sean would’ve done me in this time, I know it. Y’all were like superheroes or something. You saved my life.”

The three women were quiet for a heartbeat. For the moment, the hyperbole of the phrase “You saved my life” was gone. It was arguably true. This was a new sensation. Frightening and humbling. Then Margie said, “Shoot, I dropped the phone.” With one hand on the wheel, she felt around in the great vortex of tissues, empty cups, and scraps of paper in the molded plastic section in between the two front seats.

“I got it,” Katherine said, coming up with the phone. The 911 dispatcher was still on the line, wondering what was going on. “Hello?” Katherine said. “We’re okay. We got away, the woman is safe. We’re going—where are we going?”

“Anywhere away from Sean,” the woman in the back said.

“There’s a police station right down the street at one hundred and fifth,” Abra said.

“Right, I know where that is,” Margie said.

A police car with the siren off but lights flashing came roaring down Chester Avenue in the opposite direction.

“Was that for us?” Margie asked.

“I think so,” Abra said.

Katherine hardly had time to explain what had happened to the dispatcher before they were at the station. There was a long hour-plus of giving witness statements to a jaded-looking police officer who told them several times how lucky they were to have gotten out of the situation with no harm done. “What you three ladies did was very brave and very stupid,” he said in closing.

“We know,” Abra replied.

They were told they might be called as witnesses if the woman, Janelle, decided to press charges against her boyfriend. Then they were free to go. The three of them walked out of the police station and to the waiting minivan. It was nearing midnight, and the spring evening had moved from cool to downright chilly. Even so, none of them moved to get into the van. Margie unlocked it and opened the driver’s door, then just stood looking at the ground, one hand on the door, the other on the side of the van, breathing slowly. Abra paced in a slow oval near the back of the van, while Katherine leaned against it and gazed up at the few faint stars that could be seen against the city lights. She suddenly wanted to be somewhere quiet, away from the city, away from people. Margie’s voice brought her back: “I’m sorry I didn’t do anything to help.”

What are you talking about?” Katherine said. “If it weren’t for you, we never would have gotten out of there.”

Abra walked around the van to Margie. “You were the only smart one. I’m sorry I got out of the car. That was stupid.” As Abra said this, she shivered, her lips trembled, and she started to shake. “That was so stupid.” “I got out first,” Katherine said. “I’m the stupid one.” Katherine almost never saw Margie cry. Even when her eldest child was going through hell, Katherine had been amazed and admiring of her friend’s resilience. But now Margie seemed overwhelmed by heaving sobs. “I’m just so glad the two of you are okay,” Margie stammered. Crying people generally made her nervous, but Katherine joined Margie and Abra on the other side of the van.

When your friends need you, they need you.


Excerpt from The Super Ladies by Susan Petrone. Copyright © 2017 by Susan Petrone. Reproduced with permission from Susan Petrone. All rights reserved.




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Susan Petrone

Susan Petrone lives with one husband, one child, and two dogs in Cleveland, Ohio. Her superpower has yet to be uncovered.

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Cover Reveal: Revenant by Mere Joyce

Title: Revenant (Oracle of Senders, #2)
Author: Mere Joyce
Genre: YA Paranormal
Cover Designer: Molly Phipps of We Got You Covered Book Design
Publisher: 7 Sisters Publishing, LLC
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Callum Silver returns to Camp Wanagi, the summer camp run by the mysterious group known as the Oracle of Senders. A camp for people with gifts like his. Cal had hoped last summer would change his life. Instead, it almost ended it. Other than that, nothing’s changed. He still sees dead people. It still sucks.
Well, one thing has changed, the surprising friendship he’s developed with quiet bookworm, Meander Rhoades. When they parted ways last year, Cal would have hesitated to call Meander a friend. Now, they talk every day. Cal is eager to spend the summer together on the beach, even if it means battling displaced ghosts.
Reunited with his fellow Shade members, Cal soon finds that the angry souls he experienced last year were nothing compared to the ones lurking in this island paradise. His teammates don’t share his trepidation. They are eager to try out the skills they acquired at Camp Wanagi and prove themselves worthy of one day becoming a Sender, even if it means risking their lives.
With each passing day, the stakes grow higher as Shade member’s attempt to battle spirits far beyond their capabilities and Cal wrestles with the knowledge his feelings for Meander go beyond friendship. Can he survive the summer and keep his relationships intact? 
Mere Joyce is a Canadian author of books for young adults. Her writing includes contemporary tales, high-action mysteries, and her personal favourite—ghost stories. When she’s not writing, Mere can be found recommending books as a librarian or spending time at home with her husband and two sons. She’s also been known to be a selective, yet highly enthusiastic fangirl.

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Re-Release Blitz: Sterling Sunshine by Cheryl Dragon

Title: Sterling Sunshine
Author: Cheryl Dragon
Genre: Reverse Harem
Publication Date: August 15th, 2018


Gretchen isn’t in Sterling to find men. At least she keeps telling herself that. She has a new job to do promoting local businesses. Still, she can’t resist hoping she’ll find the right group of hot men to really make her dreams come true. She already has her eye on a certain sexy trio, and when they fail to make the first move, she uses work to make a meeting happen. Alaska is definitely bringing out her bolder side.
Tony and Ross are eager to date and seduce the voluptuous beauty but their third lover is a roaming pilot with notoriously bad timing. Do they count him in or out? Should they wait for him to show up or move on her? The attraction proves too hard to resist, but Matt turns up just in time to make it a foursome. It complicates the relationship but adds to the passion. Besides, love and lust aren’t practical.
The deeper Gretchen gets into the lives of her three men, the more she knows they need to be shaken up and she’s just the woman to do it!
A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans…where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Summer Sisters Trilogy by Teresa Keefer

Blessed Be
The Summer Sisters Book 1
byTeresa Keefer
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Alana Summers was quite content with her life. A peaceful farm tucked in a
wooded area by the lake with her pets for company. A shop in the
small tourist town where she sells a potpourri of items that reflect
everything about her. She’s at peace. She’s Wiccan.
Logan Farmer is the local sheriff. Small town boy who went to the big city
and joined the police force. Then he came home where he belonged. He
is deeply rooted in his Native American heritage.
Both had grown up knowing that there was more to the world that could be
explained or seen. But neither of them knew that their peaceful lives
could be disrupted in an instant by a legend long buried. A tale that
had been told to them by Logan’s grandmother when they were young
along with a warning that the ancient legend could replay during
their lifetime.
But was it really an ancient paranormal evil come to roost or were the
recent events merely the doings of a warped human mind? Or had the
human’s events shaped the return of the evil?

She couldn’t help it.  She just had to poke the bear.  It was Teagan’s way and she still harbored a little bit of guilt since she knew that her older sister had really liked Logan when they were younger.  And she had been the one to ask him out just to prove to her sister that she could.  It would be nice if they could maybe find their way to each other since it was so obvious to her that they wanted to be.  “Are you telling me that you didn’t even think about doing the horizontal bop with him last night?  Does he sleep naked?”

Groaning, Alana stood up and stretched.  “I’m going to go for a walk.”

“You’re avoiding the conversation, Alana.  How about I go with you?”  She made a move to stand up then realized that she wasn’t going to get Alana to agree to let her come along.  Maybe she could give her some time to get on her way and then follow, just to make sure that her sister wasn’t alone even if she thought she was.  Or would that be like stalking her?

“Teagan, I’ve been walking down to the inlet for several years by myself now.  I do it every night that the weather permits and I do it alone.  I’m not going to change that tonight.”  She went over and pulled a heavier jacket down from the peg by the door and pushed her arms into the sleeves.  “It’s my way of regenerating myself after a day of work.”

“Logan said that we shouldn’t go anywhere alone.”  Teagan reminded her sister.  Not that she would be listening to Logan or taking directions from Logan either.  In fact, she was thinking about taking a drive into the city tomorrow while Alana was at the shop.  Then she remembered, the funeral services for Herman Monroe were the next day.  She couldn’t leave her sister to go to the services by herself.

“That doesn’t mean that I’m going to listen to him when it comes to being on my own property.  I am going for a walk.”  She grabbed the boots by the front door and slipped them on.  “I’ll leave Buddy here with you tonight so you don’t have to be by yourself.”

“Yeah, that is real nice of you.  I still have to look at that wicked cross-eyed cat.”

Teagan grinned as an idea passed through her head.  She waited until she heard the latch click on the door then went to get her phone out of her purse.  Texted Logan’s number.  ALANA WENT TO THE INLET BY HERSELF.  SORRY.  COULDN’T STOP HER.

The Summer Sisters Book 2
Teagan Summers has a secret that she thought she had tucked away forever.
That is, until she was summoned to her home town of Lakewood to help
with banishing an ancient evil that had come to pay a visit to the
sleepy town. Then, she was faced with another woman whose secret
wasn’t so secret anymore.
Devon Brock knew he had to help his friend, Logan Farmer. Logan had helped
him out too many times to turn his back and say no. However, he
didn’t realize that he would be called upon to pull out his law
license to defend a poor woman who had killed and mutilated her
husband on Halloween night. And he sure never expected to have to
deal with spoiled Teagan Summers as part of it.
Devon and Teagan join forces as they work valiantly to not only defend a
murderess, but to help Teagan’s sisters and Logan Farmer as they
battle an unseen evil that threatens to destroy the small town of
Lakewood. And as they work together, they also form a tentative truce
that they both know could lead to more.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: All the Hidden Sins by Marian Lanouette

All the Hidden Sins
Jake Carrington #2
by Marian Lanouette
Genre: Mystery/Thriller
Pub Date: 7/31/2018
When it comes to crime, homicide detective Jake Carrington plays for high
stakes . . .
Assigned a missing persons case, Lieutenant Jake Carrington investigates a local Mob
boss. The trail goes cold, but the Mafioso isn’t taking any
chances, and soon the heat turns up from another quarter. Turns out
there’s more than one dangerous suspect . . .
Kyra Russell is drop-dead gorgeous and Jake is only human. But despite their mutual
attraction, Jake’s suspicion deepens when he learns about her
gambling problem—an addiction that cost her both husband and son.
Even more disturbing is Kyra’s day job. She runs a crematorium—and
it’s tied to the Mob. Now Jake will have to navigate a firestorm of
treachery to get to the truth . . .
Previously published as Burn in Hell

Where to begin, Kyra mused. She sipped her coffee and ignored the burning sensation in her gut. Her head spun with a dozen answers. “Joe Dillon’s my host at the casino—I’m in debt way over my head—he made me an offer to pay off my debt. It’s a chance for a fresh start,” she said, as she looked deep into Phil’s shadowy eyes. Phil was impossible to read and that bothered her.

She inhaled, and finished her story. Bile choked her.

“Is this out of the norm for you?”

Of course it is. “Yes. He gave me two options. Neither appealed to me, both were out of the question, but I don’t have a choice.” She dropped her head in defeat.

“Then why are you here?”

Her head jerked up. “Excuse me?”

“I asked, why are you here? It’s a simple question.” His voice hardened.

“I told you I have no choice.”

“Who said?”

“I understood I had no choice when Joe presented it to me.”

“We all have choices, Kyra. You can choose one of the options Joe presented to you or walk away and never look back.”

“Without any trouble?”

“I don’t cause trouble for anyone.”

A lie I’m sure. “Okay.”

“I understand you have a son. It must be hard to work full-time and be a parent.” He smiled. Though he tried for benevolent, it missed its mark.

“I don’t want to speak about my son.”

Now she was scared from her head to her toes. It was evident Phil liked fear. Was that how he controlled people?

“Most times I can’t shut a mother up about her children.”

“Trevor doesn’t come into this, understand?”

“Are you threatening me, Kyra?” He smiled without mirth.

“No,” she whispered.

“Good. If I decide to use you, you’ll have no say in anything.

Anything. You got that?”


“Good. I don’t hurt children. I’m insulted that after spending less than half an hour with me you believe I do.” Anger peppered his words.

“Trevor’s everything to me. I needed…I had to make sure.” Her voice quavered.

“I understand. But you understand, if we move forward, I own you.

Own you, Kyra.”

She lowered her head, sat in silence. Her hands trembled. She paused to gather strength before she replied. “What you mean by ‘own me?’”

“Exactly that. Do you need a dictionary?” He raised his left brow, the corner of his mouth twisted.

“No. I’m under the impression I’m here for a certain function. What other things do you have in mind?” She raised her head, making eye contact again.

“You’re here for a certain thing which might have to occur on more than one occasion. Do you understand what I’m saying?”


“What are your reasons for accepting Joe’s deal?”

She contemplated before answering. “I want my son back, Phil. I’ll do anything to get him back.”

“How did you lose him?”

“Gambling.” The flash of anger burned up her neck as her emotions,  as always, showed on her face. It was times like this she wished she was a brunette.

“I’m sure it was a tough lesson. How did it get out of control?”

“I—” She stopped. I don’t know isn’t acceptable here.


“I let it take control of me. At the time I cared about nothing else.”

She’d never said it aloud. For the first time, she realized the simple truth in her statement. Her heart—awash in shame—had to deal with the fact she hadn’t put Trevor first.

“You didn’t care about your son?” A cruel man. He pushed her buttons.

“From the moment I became pregnant, I loved and cared for my son. I can’t explain it to myself. How can I explain it to you?”

“The answer should be simple. You control your actions. I control mine.”

Cruel, yes. “I’m aware I made the wrong decisions, harmful decisions, decisions I have to live with, Phil, not you.”

“You’re annoyed. Good.”


“Yes, good. Your answers are honest. Your anger is pointed at you, not at anyone else. I like that, because that’s where it belongs.” Continue reading

Teaser Tuesday & Giveaway: Violet Souls by Abbey MacMunn


Fantasy Romance

Release Date: 5th September 2018

While searching for clues to her past, shy single mum, Bree Mills discovers a subculture of aliens with supernatural abilities living on Earth.

And she’s one of them.

Finding herself hurled into a world of possibilities, it’s made more alluring by Quinn Taylor, the violet-eyed Evoxian from her childhood dreams.

324-year-old Quinn knows his destiny is entwined with Bree’s, but before he can confess his love, he must wait for her to sense the Akui, a mysterious force tied with ancient Evoxian law.

At a Cotswolds country manor, passions awaken and ignite a love more magical than the once-Utopian planet, Evox. Then Fate delivers a cruel and heart-breaking blow when Bree is kidnapped by a malicious alien who wants her and her power.

Will Quinn still love her when she’s faced with protecting her half-human daughter… whatever the cost?

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“I know it must seem impossible to believe, but please give me a chance to explain.” Quinn’s amethyst gaze never left hers. “Haven’t you always felt different to everyone else? Did you ever wonder why your eyes are an unusual colour?”

Bree blinked like a stupid airhead.

“I know you sensed the connection to your talisman; surely you can’t deny that?”

Something tugged inside. Despite her fear, her confusion, and the craziness of what he’d told her, she controlled the impulse to run.

She could answer yes to every question, hell yes, but it didn’t mean she came from another planet…did it?

Her head spun. Erratic thoughts swirled like dust motes caught in a breeze. She was a single mum, slightly odd maybe, but living an ordinary, uneventful life, or at least trying to. How could this be happening? Beads of sweat dampened her brow, her neck. Could it be true?

“Let me show you something, then you can decide. Would you give me your talisman, please?”

With no idea why, Bree took off the pendant and handed it to him, flicking her tongue across lips that were drier than the Sahara.

He tilted his head in the direction of the small table. “Sit down and I’ll prove it to you.”

With her legs buckling at the knees, she had no choice but to do as he asked.

Quinn closed the curtains, blocking the bright shaft of sunlight, then sat in the seat opposite. His intoxicating scent, sandalwood, soap and the faintest whiff of zesty orange shampoo filled her senses, made her insides fizz with anticipation. “Hold both hands out, please, palms upwards on the table.”

Bree wiped her clammy palms on her jeans. Yep, I’m the crazy one here.

“Okay, try to relax.”

Un-bloody-believable. How the hell was she supposed to relax? Not to mention the touch of his hot, dry hand was playing havoc with her pulse rate.




About the Author

Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK, with her husband and their four children.

When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.

She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.


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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Land of Grace by Mike Burrell


Looking like Elvis and sounding like Elvis are not enough for tribute artist Doyle Brisendine. Deep in his heart, Doyle wants to be Elvis. After performing in front of a wildly enthusiastic group of seniors, he realizes the absurdity of his fantasy and sees a dead end looming. Then he thinks he’s died and gone to Elvis heaven when a beautiful young woman takes him to a replica of Elvis’s Graceland. He first thinks he’s landed in some kind of amusement park staffed with actors playing characters from Elvis’ life, including some of Elvis’s relatives, the Memphis Mafia, and an impersonator who looks like Elvis in his last days. But he quickly learns that he’s in the midst of a zealous cult built around the worship of the King, led by a ruthless high priestess called Mama. Soon he discovers how close his dreams lie to his nightmares.




About the Author

Mike Burrell is a native of DeKalb County, Alabama and a graduate of Jacksonville State University. He received an MFA from Queens University of Charlotte. His short fiction has appeared in: Still: The Journal; Southern Humanities Review; The MacGufn; and the Livingston Press anthology, Climbing Mt. Cheaha: Emerging Alabama Writers.


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