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The A’vean Chronicles by G R Thomas Book Tour + #Giveaway


The A’vean Chronicles Book 2
By G R Thomas
Genre: Fantasy
Sophia Woodville’s life is anything but ordinary. You can’t be ordinary when
you’ve discovered your’e an Earth-born Angel. Alone and suddenly
powerless in the stinking heat of the Daimon realm, Sophia has been
betrayed by the one person she trusted most. She must find a way to
escape and continue her quest to unravel the clues left for her eyes
only, fighting the Zombie-like Rogues to preserve the prophecies of
Enoch. Only then can the Fallen Angels return to their homeland and
humanity be released from the grip of Yeqon and his evil horde.
The A’vean Chronicles Book 1
With a special gift held close to her heart, it was always going to be
hard for Sophia Woodville to live an ordinary life.
As a 20 year old nursing grad, she thought she had her future all
However, destiny was about to intervene.
Her secret was not so secret. The gift she possessed was just a hint of
something far beyond her wildest imagination.
Sophia will be pulled, kicking and screaming, into an unseen, ancient world
that challenges all that she thought to be true of herself, her
family and the origins of humanity.
Original sin, forbidden love and her life in constant danger.
Will Sophia survive this dark twist of fate?
Will the devil be her saviour?
Will an Angel be her downfall?
I grew up in Melbourne, Australia in the 1970’s when entertainment came
in the form of sport or a good book. I chose both. An avid love
affair with my pinto horse ensued as well as a healthy diet of any
book I could get my hands on. English and history were always my
favourite subjects so logically I studied to become a Critical Care
Nurse! Books, particularly historical fantasy, have remained my
number one go to for a healthy retreat from the craziness of the real
world. After having a beautiful family and bringing a wonderful
nursing career to a close, I finally took the time to write down one
of the many stories that have been swirling around in my dreams for
years. My dreamscape is rich with fantasy that both inspires and
frightens me at the same time. I am pulling out those threads and
spinning them into the type of stories I love to read. I’m finally
letting out all my angels and demons.
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The Enigma Series By Ditter Kellen – Book Tour + #Giveaway


Enigma:What Lies Beneath
Enigma Series Book 1
By Ditter Kellen
Genre: SciFi Alien Romance
Doctor Abbigail Sutherland is used to being alone. Between twelve hour
shifts at the hospital and looking after her eccentric father, she
has very little time for much else. Until an unexpected call one
night, sends her racing to the lab where she discovers a secret that
could change the world forever.
Hauke awakens after an underwater explosion, strapped to a bed and on his
way to a site known as Area 51. His only hope for survival lies in
Abbie Sutherland, the beautiful doctor that saved his life. Amidst a
deadly virus, seemingly impossible to stop, and a corrupt Government
placing a price on their heads, Hauke and Abbie run for their lives,
uncovering conspiracies, deceptions, and a love that won’t be
Recommend reading the books in order. This is not a serial, and it does have a
happy ever after, but the story moves forward with a new hero and
heroine in the next book.
Enigma Series Book 2
As a Bracadyte Princess, Naura is forbidden to visit the surface. Until
an explosion near her home in Aukrabah, leaves her injured and in the
arms of a land walker named Anthony Vaughn. Recognizing him as her
mate, Naura will stop at nothing to be with Tony. Even if it means
her life.
Anthony Vaughn doesn’t exist. Having his family tortured before his eyes, and
his past erased by the CIA, he no longer has a soul. The last thing
he wants or needs is the responsibility of protecting the beautifully
naive Naura from a ruthless Government that wants her head. Danger
and seduction become a constant companion in a world of intrigue,
conspiracy and a deadly epidemic that threatens to destroy them all.
Enigma Series Book 3
On a mission to save his people from being destroyed, Vaulcron must team
up with a human reporter known as the Great White Shark. She’s
beautiful, cunning, and definitely hiding something. Vaulcron will do
anything for his family, even if it means breeding with the one woman
who can destroy them all.
Mallory Cahill hasn’t become the lead reporter of Channel Eight News by being
weak. Feared by some and hated by many, she’ll do anything to get the
story, no matter whose toes she has to step on to achieve it. When
Vaulcron, a Bracadyte prince, virtually falls into her lap, Mallory
jumps at the chance to interview him. She doesn’t count on falling
for the gorgeous alien any more than she expects to be running for
her life from the very government who had promised to protect her.
Enigma Series Book 4
A legendary healer fully devoted to his people, Zaureth is one of the
most powerful Bracadytes in Aukrabah. But his gifts come with
enormous responsibilities and a heavy price—a vow of peace and
celibacy. From the moment he meets Amy, a tiny human female born
without sight, those vows are threatened. She calls forth every
protective instinct he possesses, along with a desire he is powerless
to deny.

Amy Brighton may have been born blind, but she doesn’t need sight to know
how she feels about the Bracadyte healer. Their first touch forges a
connection between them too strong to resist. Now Amy must overcome a
lifetime of dark uncertainty if she wants to live, and turn to the
only light she will ever know. Zaureth…


Enigma Series Book 5

Raised by the Cuban cartel, Nicho “Oz” Ozele learned early on that it
was far better to be feared than loved. Now he’ll use everything in
his formidable arsenal to stay alive. Even if it means abducting the
incredibly enticing sister of his most hated enemy. Wanted by the mob
and running from the deadly Incola virus, Oz turns to the only family
he has left—the Bracadytes.

Taken hostage by her father’s killer, Maria wants nothing more than to see
Oz dead for his crimes against her family. With all she has, she
fights Oz at every turn. Until one night on the open water, he risks
his life to save hers, forcing Maria to choose between the need for
revenge and her heart’s strongest desire.
Enigma Series Book 6
Half human, half alien, Gryke is the most vicious Bracadyte in Aukrabah.
His hatred and distrust for the land walkers runs deep—especially
for Fiona Henagar. The female Marine is smart, gorgeous, and
self-sufficient. With every breath, she confounds him and attracts
him. But when she steals the ancient Bracadyte scrolls, Gryke has no
choice but to confront his feelings for her and go after her.

Fiona Henagar doesn’t have time for love. She lives a life of duty to her
country until her son, Andrew, is kidnapped by the government.
Stealing the Bracadyte scrolls to pay off her son’s kidnappers,
Fiona vows to stay one step ahead of Gryke—and her growing feelings
for him. As they fight against government plots and spies, will they
succumb to their deepest desires or will old prejudices tear them
Enigma Series Book 7
As the daughter of the vice president of the United States, Josie
Reynolds must adhere to certain rules; very little interaction with
the outside world, and definitely no contact with the deadly
Bracadytes that live beneath. Until a chance meeting in the halls of
the White House brings her face to face with the giant alien known as
Braum. He’s gorgeous, mysterious and undeniably dangerous. But the
forbidden had always been Josie’s weakness…
Watching the beautiful Josie from a distance is no longer enough for Braum.
Though his head demands he stay away, his heart refuses to listen.
Braum’s entire world is turned upside down when he leaves with the
vice president’s daughter, and returns to Aukrabah. Danger, jealousy
and desire all war together to create an explosion of passion that
threatens to burn them alive. If they survive…
Feb 14th, 2017!!
Ditter Kellen has been in love with romance for over twenty years. To say
she’s addicted to reading is an understatement. Her eBook reader is
an extension of her and holds many of her fantasies and secrets. It’s
filled with dragons, shifters, vampires, ghosts and many more
jaw-dropping characters who keep her entertained on a daily basis.
Ditter’s love of paranormal and outrageous imagination have conspired together
to bring her where she is today…sitting in front of her computer
allowing them free rein. Writing is her passion, what she was born to
do. I hope you will enjoy reading her stories as much as she loves
spinning them.
Ditter resides in Florida with her husband and many unique farm animals. She
adores French fries and her phone is permanently attached to her ear.
We’re Giving Away…
– 100.00 Gift Cards to the winner’s choice of Amazon-Barnes and
Noble-Kobo or iTunes.
50.00 Gift Cards
25.00 Gift Cards
15.00 Gift Cards
10.00 Gift Cards
Personalized Signed Copies of your Choice of one of Ditter Kellen’s Books to 10
That’s a total of 33 winners in all!
I am asking readers to help me meet my pre- order goal!
One Winner will be selected for each of the above prizes!
Please spread the word. If I hit my goal, I’ll double the prizes!
To Enter: Pre-Order Braum – Book 7 in the Bestselling Enigma Series. If
you miss the pre-order date, you can still purchase a copy until Feb
20th. Same rules apply.
Email the Publisher- DK Media at with the order number
found on your purchase receipt or a screenshot of your purchase.
***Entries accepted until Feb 20, 2017***
***Winners announced Feb 28, 2017***
Good luck and thank you for being so awesome!

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The Deadnought Collective by Terry Tumbler – Book Tour + #Giveaway


The Collective will embrace several types of Black Arts as it grows and
faces unusual challenges. These once belonged to the realms of
Science Fiction but are fast becoming a reality in the emerging new

This is a series of Whodunits set in the future.
Seb Cage Begins His Adventures
The Dreadnought Collective Book 1
by Terry Tumbler
Genre:YA SciFi Fantasy
Seb and his younger brother Bart customarily spend all of their long
summer holiday in Spain, with their grandparents. Gradually, as they
all become older, relationships are strained, as the old folk try to
find things to keep the boys amused.
It is not long before the grandfather, Tumbler, who is a retired
detective, is using Seb as a trainee investigator to keep tabs on the
movements of a sector of the local town who he thinks ‘don’t fit
it in’ – they are in fact dwarves of alien origin.
Soon, Tumbler and his apprentice are rumbled, and Seb is invited to join a
summer campus. Coincidentally, this is run by the dwarves and has
only recently been set up, virtually on the Tumbler’s doorstep!
At the campus, it gradually becomes apparent that Seb and his classmates
have been chosen beforehand, by genetic engineering. They find that
they possess special abilities, which have been implanted in them at
an early age, and realise that these are now being developed in a
matter of weeks.
Whatever plans they may have had for the future, their chosen destiny now
awaits them.
The Inlooker: Full Length
The Dreadnought Collective Book 2
This is a ‘black humour’ science fiction story set in the near future,
where a man finds that he has a very special talent. It is to take
over other people’s souls and thus possess their bodies as if they
were his own.
As he becomes increasingly aware of his abilities, he first uses them to
mete out justice to mentally warped criminals, and then to undertake
sexual adventures.
Growing tired of what are, in the scheme of things, trivial pursuits, he
embarks on a life of crime intent on accumulating serious amounts of
money. Whilst fleecing the wealthy, he comes across an alien hiding
amongst us, and is impressed by the seamless transport system on its
own planet, so he decides to emulate it on Planet Earth.
With a colleague recruited from The Lockheed Skunk Works in America, he
develops a vehicle based on UFO technology, and uses it as a stepping
stone to power. His motivation soon goes beyond his revolutionary and
hugely successful transport system, and extends to a serious attempt
at population reduction. For this he requires even more prominence on
the world stage, as he battles aliens to prevent annihilation of the
expanding human race.
This book charts his progress, as he strives to achieve the impossible. It
also monitors the impact on his family life, where he eventually has
to decide whether to opt for mortality or immortality.
If all you want to read about is sexual adventures, and cannot be
bothered with the future of mankind, this book is not for you. It is
intended for those who like to ponder the value of life as we lead
it, and what it could be like if we chose to take up the challenge.
The Time Slipsters
The Dreadnought Collective Book 3
A group of friends who have drifted apart decide to reunite and take a
trip together. It is the near future, and their intention is to
travel on the latest type of transport, in order to visit the ancient
sites in Turkey.
They want to do this in luxury, and the travel company they selected has
done its best to accommodate their desires. They are lost for words
when they first cast their eyes on the spectacular, gleaming new
vehicle waiting for them. It is in fact alien in technology, and far
more of a futuristic craft than a mere ground-hugging coach.
Unwittingly, they are entering a world where time travel is a reality and machines
can cater for individuals as well as the masses.
Soon, they embarking on a sightseeing tour like no other they could have
imagined, and meeting a time-travelling stranger who takes them under
his wing.
More than one person has a hidden agenda, as they realise when reach a
highly protected secret location. It contains hybrid creatures on
which the Gods of mythology are based.
The Deaduction Agency
The Dreadnought Collective Book 4
Witness at first-hand a group of specialist investigators, as they set up and
run a new, innovative crime fighting agency. They are dedicated to
the resolution of criminal cases using paranormal assistance. This
will be a new, innovative and emerging brand of policing designed to
protect the citizens of our country.
Read how they deal with the anti-social, disturbed behavior of a wayward,
divorced husband, who is on the verge of destroying the lives of his
ex-wife and their two young sons.
Read how they identify the members of a murderous ring of pedophiles from
relatively few clues, and bring them to justice.
Read how they move from ineffectively resolving one case at a time, and
onto tackling multiple cases with far more beneficial results to
Read thereafter how they clear the penitentiaries of criminals, starting
with the most dangerous inmates, using novel means to cleanse their
souls of sin, and equip them for new roles in life in special
clearing centers. The objective is to reintegrate them into society,
rendered capable of performing straightforward tasks and genuinely
purified, via the novel process of atonement.
Read how they find one talented young man who was lost, presumed dead, and
reunite him with his family. Thereafter, as agents of change, they
help launch him on the path to stardom.
This is not a simple, gory, two dimensional book, but an exploration into
the timely use of mediums in crime detection. It can pay dividends in
assisting the fight against crime.
They use the latest techniques and technology in a future world that is
not far removed from that which exists today.
The Sightseers Agency
The Dreadnought Collective Book 5
The first recruit to the new Sightseers Agency is a remote viewer who
actively seeks the resolution of events threatening world security.
Both his fledgling agency and that of The Deaduction Agency are members of
The Dreadnought Collective.
The term ‘Dreadnought’ is based on a type of battleship introduced in
the early 20th century, larger and faster than ever before and
equipped entirely with large-caliber guns.
It applies in this instance because the cerebrally talented agents who
enter its portals are expected to fear nobody and be scared by
nothing in the performance of their duties.
They pursue those who indulge in criminal and seditious activities in the
modern meritocracy using unorthodox techniques.
To give you some idea of my background, I was born in 1944, retired in
2004 and now living with my wife in Spain, amongst the Spanish. For
over 30 years I was in the computer industry, some of which were with
IBM before I got itchy feet, even though I was well regarded.
Afterwards, I worked as an Organisation & Methods specialist and
came up with some cracking ideas before I moved into mainstream
computing and became involved in programming, analysis and
At school, I gained a string of school level certificates before leaving
and gaining a commercial apprenticeship, an Advanced Certificate in
Business Studies, and professional qualifications in Personnel
Management and the Institute of Company Secretaries and
Administrators. During my time, I have used desk top publishing and
spearheaded the writing and publication of two detailed, technical
manuals, one of which was regarded as the administrative bible by a
(then) major force, British Olivetti. The other manual was used by me
as a resident teacher of electronic data interchange (EDI) for a
specialist software house, where it was distributed as a tour de
I took up writing at an advanced age simply because I had the time and
desire, and the first hand enjoyable experience of helping my younger
daughter to tame her two mischievous boys.
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Grand Parade by Lilliana Rose – Release + #Giveaway



Grand Parade by Lilliana Rose is book one in the Show Time Fever Series. It is a country meets city contemporary romance

Release Date: 25th January 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Heat level: Steamy



Megan is a young photographer with her first real job at the Royal Adelaide Show, where she has to capture the agricultural event. As a city girl, she is clueless, and when she gets too close to a grumpy bull, she is kicked in the head.

Guilty that his bull hurt someone and aware of the painful side effects of head injuries due to the loss of his sister, Jackson takes care of Megan.

Megan is determined that she will be all right and continues photographing during the day before collapsing. Jackson is there to make sure she is taken to hospital and cared for.

Recovering, Megan finds herself drawn to Jackson, but she’s not sure that she can be anything than a city girl, even for love. Can Jackson, in his quiet, strong, country-boy style, convince her to take life in a new direction, with him?


“Look out!”

Megan saw a blur of cream through her lens, and was about to put down the camera when something connected with the side of her skull. She screamed, the only reaction she could manage. An explosion went off in her head. Tiny sparks flashed on the edge of her vision as she fell backward. Her mind filled with something like a night sky, black with tiny lights that crept further into her vision every time she blinked. It fascinated and distracted her from the pain that throbbed in her head.

She thudded on her backside on the concrete. A new wave of pain swept through her body. Air escaped from her lungs and Megan gasped. She managed to piece together that she’d been hit in the head, though by what exactly she wasn’t sure. People rushed towards her.

Embarrassment flooded into her cheeks. The last thing she wanted to be was the center of attention. That’s why she was a photographer. She could hide behind the camera. My camera? She reached for it, and sighed with relief when her fingers wrapped around it. She looked down at her SLR digital Canon camera, and it appeared to be in one piece. It was hard to tell because of the pounding in her head.

More stars flashed. She noticed they twinkled in time with the bursts of pain.

“They don’t have points.” Megan knew she had spoken, but her voice sounded faraway, and not at all like her own.

“Are you okay?” A man knelt beside her. He was one of the men she’d been distracted by. She tried to look at him, but could only see the flashing stars now retreating to the edge of her vision. A fog seeped into her mind and she struggled to think clearly.

“No points,” she said again with disappointment. She’d never had a serious injury before, never broken any bones, nothing like today’s accident. So, this is what it’s like to see stars. The expression used didn’t describe the experience at all. Megan touched the side of her head, to make sure it was still there. She hadn’t blanked out which she figured was a good thing.

“What are you talking about?” The man touched her shoulder.

“The stars I can see,” said Megan, not totally processing what he had said. She looked at him. He was young, mid- twenties, about her age. His broad-rimmed hat hid most of his blond hair, and his blue eyes were crystal sharp. Light stubble edged his broad jawline. He was hot. She was rather impressed she had managed to work that out through the haze flooding her mind.

He rested his hand on her shoulder. “My Bruce hit your head, more like grazed it along the side from the looks of the mark, but still I’m sorry he was such a grump.”

“Bruce?” Megan looked at him, trying to understand. “Is that your name?”

“No. My bull. His hoof struck your head. Lucky it was only a half jump he made, and it wasn’t a full on blow.”

“Oh, so that’s what happened.” She wasn’t sure it was a half kick from the way her head felt. The adrenalin was dissipating and a heavy thudding took hold in her head. Megan tried to smile at the man by her side. This wasn’t the time to flirt, but heck, she couldn’t help it.



Lilliana has grown up on a farm in Australia, and has now swapped her work boots for city heels. Country life remains strong in her heart and this comes out in the characters and stories she creates. Check out more of her work:

Connect with Lilliana at these links,

Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads, Instagram.

A word from the author

I asked Liliana what motivates her to write? She responded:

I’ve always written stores, for me its natural, normal and it’s a creative outlet I enjoy. Because of this it makes it tricky to try and pinpoint my motivation to write. It’s just something I do, and I can’t imagine not writing (it’s even been said to me I get grumpy if I haven’t written that day). When I dig deeper to try and find the reason why I write, I think of things like; because it’s fun, I enjoy making up characters and the worlds for them to play in. But there’s more if I dig even deeper. I believe the true motivation for me is my fascination with story telling. I like listening to people’s stories and reading books, watching movies and playing computer games. Yet, it’s more than that. I enjoy telling my own stories and sharing them with people, as that’s when the characters truly come to life.

Make sure to add it to your Goodreads TBR

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Dragonman By Ted Lazaris – Book Tour + #Giveaway



Intro to Series
The amazing story of DragonMan was born at the dawn of the 21st Century,
when the world, about to change forever, watched in disbelief as four
passenger airliners crashed, not only into buildings and a field in
Shanksville Pennsylvania, but into the American certainty that the
horrors of the outside world could not touch them at home.
It was into this world that a new kind of superhero emerged, one for
whom the lines between good and evil are blurred. Is he friend? Or is
he foe? No one knows for sure. What they do know, however, is that as
a friend there is no one better.
is pleased to announce our DragonMan trailer won HONORABLE MENTION in
All of the books are being made into movies by ThunderBall films Ltd. And
two songs written by me for the Saga. ‘DarkSide Of Heaven’ (DragonMan
Theme) and In ‘That Gentle Moment’ for Descendants of Man’.
DragonMan – The Adventures of Luke Starr
Book 1
By Ted Lazaris
Genre: Fantasy
Teenager Luke Starr appears to be living a rather dull uneventful life in
Milwaukee, Wisconsin. That is until fate and a nameless, faceless
mysterious dark force from a different plane of existence catapults
Luke into a series of wondrous adventures, adventures that will
change his life and those around him forever. Luke Starr, respected,
feared and hated by many as the one born to greatness, is suddenly
propelled with great swiftness into a nightmare, then forced to come
face to face with destiny. Is it all a dream? A wild imagination
perhaps? Or is this unimaginable journey into the unknown real?

You’re about to find out when you embark on this unforgettable journey with
DragonMan. A fantasy adventure filled with wizardry and mystery that
carries you away on the wings of magic to bewitching lands, where
goblins dwell, wizards rule and witches still cast their evil spells.
The story unfolds with the mood of impending danger set early on, as a
likable young teenage hero, Luke Starr, enters a mysterious realm of
Earth known as the mythical world of Spellville, by way of an eerie
portal in search of his kidnapped friends. But the journey for Luke
is not so much a mission of mercy as one of self-discovery. For
despite his humble midwest origins, Luke is no ordinary teenager.
Imbued with super powers following a ritualistic exchange of blood
with a clever dragon, Luke soon discovers the awesome legacy of his
birthright, a dark side of great strength and brutal fury and must
learn to accept the fact that he is known in this other world as The
Chosen One.

Still, unquestionably human, he must come to grips with what he has now
become, the most violent force in nature, a dragon hybrid, a.k.a.
“DragonMan.” And ready or not, he is thrust into a
nightmarish life and death battle to try and save Planet Earth from
alien beings hell-bent on destruction, at the same time grappling
with his own fears and doubts while always in an inner conflict with
himself trying to keep the violent nature of the dragon in check,
making it a tough road to travel for this teenage boy of strong
morals beliefs.
In a pace that never flags, Luke and an ancient dragon must now join
together in an epic struggle that is all neatly stitched together by
an intriguing cast of characters, both good and evil and
not-exactly-as-they-seem, wherein , a mysterious psychic and an
ominous stranger and alien attack on Earth keep the action rolling
until the climactic conclusion.
on sale for 99 cents, Jan 20th – Jan 27th
DragonMan – The Poseidon Encounter
Book 2
2-the-poseidon-encounterIn Ted Lazaris’s first fantasy adventure novel, Dragonman, the
Adventures of Luke Starr, the reader was introduced to the likable
Luke and his seemingly normal way of life growing up in Milwaukee,
Luke was portrayed as a quiet, average kid plagued by all the inherent
problems of the typical American teen: dealing with a crush on a girl
he’s too shy to approach, pesky sisters constantly poking their noses
into his business, bullies at school and exams to study for.
But Luke, readers soon discovered, was burdened by a far greater weight
than any of his peers, as he struggled to come to terms with his
birthright as The Chosen One, savior of the distant world of

Not only that, but, like hapless Peter Parker forced to juggle his
complex life as Spider-Man while pursuing his love interest and his
not-always-easy career, Luke had to learn to harness the enormous
powers of DragonMan, his super alter-ego, a persona that regrettably
did not come with an instruction manual.

In this second, action comic-like installment, DragonMan and the

Poseidon Encounter, Luke seems to have come to terms with his legacy
and appears well in control of his super powers–which he will be
called upon to use this time around to save the world from an evil
demon who seeks to claim the souls of every human being on earth.

The mood of impending danger is set from the very first page, when author
Ted Lazaris takes off his gloves to delivering a knock-out of an
opening scene: Five-year-old Bobby Blakely, running downstairs on the
morning of his birthday, finds not the hoped for brand new bicycle as
a gift, but rather an enormous blue whale that has somehow “washed
up” in the small lake on his parent’s isolated farm.

While many consider the whale’s appearance a hoax, others believe it to be
a sign of impending Biblical doom. And it is enough to rouse Luke’s
suspicions that worse is about to happen–which it does. In a pace
that never flags, Poseidon Encounter unfolds in a complex thread of
differing tales, from an old-fashioned detective murder mystery to a
science fiction fantasy, all neatly stitched together by an
intriguing cast of characters, both good and evil and

An imaginative writer, Lazaris blends magic, mysticism, religion and the
fast-paced action of the comic book world into a book that fans of
the first DragonMan tale will find hard to put down!
on sale for 99 cents, Jan 20th – Jan 27th
DragonMan – Face Of The Unknown
Book 3
The War to End All Wars Came Swiftly From East of the Dawn
A series of savage and brutal murders is taking place by a killer that
might not be human. Where did it come from? How did it get here? And
how can it be stopped?


The Order Of The Circle Of Light, a secret brotherhood first discovered
this baffling mix of man and God, in 1970. Now this Son of God, or
Satan is about to proclaim its divinity, through a ritualistic series
of slaying’s.
It’s goal; wage war one last time to determine who shall rule Heaven and
Earth. To the victor goes the cherished prize … mankind.

In the bloody heroic war to determine mankind’s fate, blood red
flames, smoke and dust soar high into the grim night sky above two
armies as they engage in mortal combat.

One hopes and prays they will survive the night, retaining dominion over
their own world. While the other will wage war in ways mankind can
scarcely imagine, in a gruesome fight to end all life on Earth.
Not only weaponry and blind fear will march into battle on December 24TH.
There will be hope and faith. There will be friendships. There will
be undying love.

But far more than our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters will fall on
the bitter cold December battlegrounds to determine mankind’s
destiny; shattered dreams, innocence lost, and the very essence of
the human spirit will also become casualties of war, the war to end
all wars.
Can Luke Starr, aka, DragonMan, a new superhero for our times, figure out
whom this mysterious being really is and stop its relentless threat
to mankind?

Only time will tell.
on sale for 99 cents, Jan 20th – Jan 27th
DragonMan – Descendants Of Man
Book 4
Why did the Anunnaki come here? Did they create human hybrids? What is
their plan for earth? And for us, the human hybrids? Why did some;
the original humans (Bigfoot) resist?

Will we survive what is yet to come? — Those who look for the truth,
already know — those that fail to search, are lost — but those with
an open mind will soon come to know…The Descendants Of Man.

Much of the story information that was
obtained to create this story is believed to be true by many people
around the world — Fact or fiction — You decide.
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Why did the Anunnaki come here? Did they create human hybrids? What is
their plan for earth? And for us, the human hybrids? Why did some;
the original humans (Bigfoot) resist? Will we survive what is yet to
come? — Those who look for the truth, already know — those that
fail to search, are lost — but those with an open mind will soon
come to know… The Descendants Of Man. Much of the story information
that was obtained to create this story is believed to be true by many
people around the world — Fact or fiction — You decide.
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unfathomableDragonMan- Unfathomable
Book 5
1.incapable of being fully explored or understood.
Synonyms: inscrutable, incomprehensible, enigmatic, indecipherable,
impenetrable, obscure, esoteric, mysterious, mystifying, deep, profound
“unfathomable mysteries”
2.(of water or a natural feature) impossible to measure the extent of.


To most people, the
definition above, is just a word expressing similar
definitions and nothing more. But when a bizarre
sequence of events draws not only the United States, but every
world superpower on the globe into the threat of World War III
the word takes on a whole new meaning. And all the world can do
at this point is watch, as the terrifying mystery slowly begins
to unravel, revealing the …UNFATHOMABLE.

DragonMan – Experiment In Terror
Book 6

Luke Starr: Milwaukee boy. Crown Prince of Spellville, aka DragonMan

Ten years ago, Luke discovered that he was the Chosen One of Spellville, a
magical alternate dimension. He used his abilities as DragonMan to
fight against the ruthless Unter. With the help of his
great-grandfather Alaba and the other wizards of Spellville, Luke
banished Unter into the inescapable Eon Vault. All was well.

Until a Supernova lends Unter the power to break free…
Now, the Evil One is back and stronger than ever.
Outraged by his previous defeat, Unter will hit Luke where it hurts most. Followers.
Friends. Family. Kidnapping one of Luke’s sisters and his
girlfriend Jenny Anderson, Unter will take one hostage on Earth, the
other on Spellville. While the Dragon is distracted by his loved ones
in peril, the Evil One will begin to terraform both worlds for his
dying race.

Luke must make a choice: the Earth or Spellville, his sister or the woman he

A cat-and-mouse game with no rewards, only consequences.
Our young hero must quickly adapt to this experiment
in terror or watch his world be destroyed by a god-like being bent on

Time is running out, Chosen One. Tick tock… Tick tock…


dragonman-the-awakeningDragonMan – The Awakening

Book 7

Born From Oblivion – God no longer rules supreme.”

In the distant past, long before people populated the Earth, and before animals
roamed the planet, something terrifying and cunning made its home in
the vegetation covering the planet like a soft green blanket. Lying
in wait for millions of years, this species continued to evolve.
Patiently crossing over and manipulating the genetic code of
different species. And now, this prefect omniscient being… born
from oblivion, has awakened and is ready to feed… God No Longer
Rules Supreme… IT’S COMING.

DragonMan: Face Of The Unknown, authored by Ted Lazaris, who created DragonMan
and wrote the series of novels, which are being developed and
produced by ThunderBall Films, has accomplished the amazing feat of
debuting at NUMBER #1 on AMAZON KINDLE, ahead of David Baldacci and
James Patterson novels.
Ted Lazaris, (Dragonman Productions) received the attention and a Letter
of Commendation from former First Lady, Laura Bush who commented “I
admire your efforts, through writing adventure stories, to encourage
people of all ages to enjoy reading.
The following is the Foreword Written in the Novel, DragonMan –
Descendants Of Man, by Actress, Kya Garwood, who is also known for
roles in films such as Into The Woods – National Treasure – Dark

Ted Lazaris is the successful, #1 Amazon best-selling, creator and author
of the DragonMan series, a 21st century superhero saga – like nothing
we’ve experienced before. With the DragonMan series optioned by
CEO/Producer Mario Domina of ThunderBall Films Ltd., Ted can add
screenwriter, producer and, if that wasn’t enough, writer of lyrics
to two songs set to feature in the films, to his impressive list of

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Tell us about yourself and how many books you have written.


It would be easy to say that Ted Lazaris has led a charmed life; but the fact is that, along with some amazing bits of luck, Ted’s considerable success is due to a lot of plain, hard work.


“I’ve worn a lot of different hats,” says Ted when asked about his experiences. “I’ve worked in retail sales, the medical field as an anesthesia technician, in the printing industry, and I have even owned my own business, among other things.”


But the “hat” that Ted enjoys best is that of a novelist. “I like to think of my books as modern day fables for the young and the young at heart”, he says about “Dragon Man, The Adventures of Luke Starr” and “Dragon Man and the Poseidon Encounter”, his two published novels.


Born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Ted grew up playing in the woods near his home. By his own admission, he wasn’t too interested in reading when he was a boy. “I was the kind of kid that spent as much time as I could outside,” he explains. “Nevertheless, I did enjoy reading Dickens and Twain,” he adds.


When asked about the source of inspiration for his books and about his fertile imagination, Lazaris responds that both his writing and his ideas probably had their roots in an event that happened during his early childhood.


“I was 8 years old,” he recounted, “and, being a boy that loved to play in the woods, I climbed a very tall tree. Somehow I lost my grip and I fell. During the fall, it seemed to me that time was suddenly suspended—as if it had come to halt. I saw a bright light and a voice that seemed to emanate from it that assured me I was not going to die.”


That singular experience imbued in him wonderment at the unseen and undiscovered mysteries of life.


Ted’s life again gave signs of apparently being charmed when at 17, while disposing of cardboard in an incinerator, shotgun shells that had been inadvertently thrown into the fire went off with a terrific blast, spraying pellets and shrapnel in every direction.


“They told me I should have been killed in the blast,” Ted remembered. Yet, it was evident that something or someone was working overtime to protect him and inform him of important happenings in his life because some years later another incident signaled that another important event was going to happen.


His life had followed an apparently normal course for Ted: he got a job, he married and had children; but then, one day, when he was 27, he suddenly woke in the middle of the night. Again he saw a blindingly bright light before him. “What’s wrong,” his wife asked, alarmed by the way he’d sat up.


“Someone in our family has just died,” he responded. The next day, a phone call informed him of the very sad news: his aunt, with whom he had been very close, had died. But the most astounding part was that she had died on the night, and at the very same time that Ted had awaken to see the blinding shaft of light.


That wasn’t the last time Ted had such an amazing experience. A couple of years later, as he was driving in downtown Milwaukee accompanied by his wife, the image of his wife’s younger brother suddenly appeared before him. Shaken by the sight, Ted had to pull over to the curb.


“What’s wrong, Ted?” his wife asked.


“We’d better go to your mother’s house,” he answered quietly.


Upon arrival at his mother-in-law’s home, Ted and his wife were informed that her younger brother had died of a gunshot wound.


The years after that occurrence passed uneventfully. Ted worked at various jobs and he and his wife went about the chores of any normal family: raising kids, working diligently, buying a home.


Yet, once in a while, strange things would happen. “One day,” Ted remembers, “I saw a white feather falling from the sky. It fell right in front of me. My mother had recently had surgery; I suddenly had the intuition that something had happened to her.” He said to his wife, “I think my mother has just died.” And, in fact, it was true: his mother had just passed away.


Ted’s incredible luck and extraordinary intuitions might have remained just a curiosity in his life but for the fact that one day, while out shopping, he was drawn to a book he saw on the shelf of a store. It was L. Ron Hubbard’s “Scientology: A New Slant on Life”.


Giving in to a compulsion to buy it, he took it home and placed it on his nightstand; “But,” he recalls, “I did not open it or attempt to read it.”


Then, during the nights of the following days, he began to experience unusual flows of perspiration, as if he were racked by anxiety. As if to relieve an unexplainable impulse he began to write. The result was the first of his two marvelous Dragon Man fables.


“The strange thing about this is,” he says musingly, “I never aspired to become a novelist.” Yet, as they say, the rest is history because Ted Lazaris is now the proud author of not only one, but two refreshingly entertaining books which have been not only well received but have been optioned by executive producer Mario Domina, President of Thunderball Films, who will develop screenplays from the published works as a Feature Franchise.


What is the name of your latest book and what inspired it?

DragonMan – Face Of The Unknown


War Of The Worlds


Do you have any unusual writing habits?

I write at any time of day in any place.


What authors, or books have influenced you?



What are you working on now?

Another DragonMan novel


What is your best method or website when it comes to promoting your books?

Using a lot of the free sites out there, to promote my book when it’s a free giveaway.


Do you have any advice for new authors?

Don’t give up.


What is the best advice you have ever heard?

Take your own advice.


What are you reading now?

Lew Hunters screenwriting 434.


What’s next for you as a writer?

At this time I’m working with Thunderball Films LLC. Trying to get my novels I up on the big screen.


What is your favorite book of all time?

War Of The Worlds


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A Secondhand Life b Pamela Crane – Book Tour + #Giveaway


A Secondhand Life:
(The Killer Thriller Series Book 1)
by Pamela Crane
Genre: A compelling serial killer thriller
**”A Secondhand Life” is a standalone psychological thriller
featuring characters also found in the companion novella, “A
Secondhand Lie.”**
2016 New Apple Literary Award in Psychological Thrillers, First Place Winner

2016 Reader’s Favorite Award in Thrillers, First Place Winner

2015 Library Journal selection

2016 Chanticleer Clue Awards nominee
2016 Silver Falchion Best Fiction nominee
A heart never forgets its last beat…
In a freak collision when she was twelve, Mia Germaine faced death and
the loss of her father. A heart transplant from a young murder victim
saved her life, but not without a price. Twenty years later, chilling
nightmares about an unresolved homicide begin to plague Mia.
Compelled by these lost memories, she forms a complicated connection
to the victim—the girl killed the night of Mia’s accident—due
to a scientific phenomenon called “organ memory.”
Now suffocating beneath the weight of avenging a dead girl and catching a
serial killer on the loose dubbed the “Triangle Terror,” Mia must
dodge her own demons while unimaginable truths torment her—along
with a killer set on making her his next victim.
As Mia tries to determine if her dreams are clues or disturbing
phantasms, uninvited specters lead her further into danger’s path,
costing her the one person who can save her from herself. More than a
page-turning thriller, “A Secondhand Life” weaves a tale of
second chances and reclaimed dreams as this taut, refreshing story
ensnares and penetrates you.

I didn’t wake up one morning and randomly decide to be a killer; rather, somewhere in the recesses of my soulless being, there it was—a primal urge for blood, for manipulating life and death. Yet all the while I was unable to control my own mind. I had become an animal.

I wasn’t always a murderer, as far as I know. Born with it, or raised into it? Nature versus nurture. The question of the day. One that has baffled therapists for decades. As one of the monsters they studied, even I had no answers. Picking apart my gray matter proved fruitless.

I never tortured cats, pulled the wings off of butterflies, or watched too much graphic news. In fact, I hated what television represented, what it took from us. It stole our youth, our time, our minds. Yet our lives revolved around it. So much power granted to one inanimate object. Perhaps I was jealous.

But jealousy didn’t mutilate my soul. Something else awakened within me over time, eroding my humanity to the point where I despised what society had become. Perverted. Impure. Corrupt. It was a shame what people had turned into with the help of a malevolent social order.

And I thought I was evil.

Look around you. Look at what people do behind closed doors. Neglecting their kids. Abusing their spouses. Drinking themselves into oblivion …

They’re the ugly ones, not me.

I was their savior.

So what exactly turned me into … this? I will probably never know.

But today I challenged all theories of humanity’s innate goodness as the girl’s limp neck hung in my hands, my dirt-stained fingers wrapped around her flawless pink flesh like a snake coiled around its prey. I hadn’t planned on squeezing until she vented a terror-stricken scream, potentially spooking the neighbours and sealing my red-and-blue-flashing fate. Reflexively my hands tightened their grip, summoning Death to take its victim.


A Secondhand Lie:
A gripping short story thriller
(The Killer Thriller Series Book 0)
**”A Secondhand Lie” is the companion novella featuring characters
also found in the full-length standalone thriller, “A Secondhand
Sometimes you know things you’re not supposed to know. Things that you can
never un-know. Things that will change the course of your life…and
the fate of the ones you love.
I found her in our living room, bleeding and close to death, but alive.
Barely. Until morning stole her last breath. The media called her
killer the “Triangle Terror” … and then forgot about her. But I
never forgot—my murdered sister, and an investigation that led to
my own resurrection from the dead.
Twenty-two years ago, on a cold February night, Landon Worthington lost his
father for the last time. After an armed robbery gone wrong, evidence
and witness testimony pointed a shaky finger at Dan
Worthington—deadbeat dad and alcoholic husband. But before the dust
could settle over the conviction, Landon’s preteen sister, Alexis,
is murdered in their home, plunging Landon’s life into further
Two decades and a cold case later, Landon is dogged by guilt over their
estranged relationship and decides to confront his incarcerated
father-of-the-year about what really happened the night of the
robbery. But the years of lies are hard to unravel. And the biggest
question of all haunts him: How does everything tie into his sister’s
And so begins Landon’s journey to piece together the puzzle of secrets,
lies, and truths that can free his father, avenge his sister, and
perhaps save himself.
Pamela Crane is a professional juggler. Not the type of juggler who can toss
flaming torches in the air, but a juggler of four kids, a writing
addiction, a horse rescuer, and a book editor by trade. She lives on
the edge (ask her Arabian horse about that—he’ll tell you all
about their wild adventures while trying to train him!) and she
writes on the edge. Her characters and plots are her escape from the
real world of dirty diapers and cleaning horse stalls, and she
thrives off of an entertaining tale.
She is the author of the best-selling psychological thriller “The
Admirer’s Secret,” Amazon top 20 short story “A Fatal
Affair,” and her latest releases “A Secondhand Life”
and “A Secondhand Lie.”
To pick up a copy of a FREE book, or to find out more about her chaotic
existence, visit her website at


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A Walk Between the Winds By Toni Morrow Wyatt & Margaret Chism Morrow – Book Tour + #Giveaway


A Walk Between the Winds
By Toni Morrow Wyatt & Margaret Chism Morrow
Genre: Historical Mystery
Haunted by a Spirit Warrior, Soft Morning Mist, a young woman of the Skuna
River Chickasaw tribe, feels trapped into a marriage she does not
When her friend, Swamp Lily, disappears, Soft Morning Mist suspects foul
play when a lecherous, old man from the Hatchie River tribe accosts
her. The mournful howls of a dog lead her to Swamp Lily’s body. As
rumors of suicide circle, she fights to prove it was murder.

Part I

Summer 1563

Skuna River Village

Ancient Chickasaw Domain

Chapter One

Cold beads of perspiration ran down Soft Morning Mist’s face and onto her neck in the sweltering thatched hut. The drops tickled as they trickled down the crevice between her bare breasts.

Surprised at her nakedness, she did not understand why she was dressed in only a short, white deerskin skirt. Instinctively, she crossed her arms to hide her protruding nipples. Only small children and married, nursing women of the Chickasaw tribe were allowed to bare their breasts. She was neither. None of this made sense.

Through the open doorway, the white-hot brilliance of the midday sun generated oppressive heat. Her hut was situated on a grassy mound of earth. Similarly constructed huts spanned out around her. It was a village she had never seen before, full of gardens with beautiful flowers. She sniffed the air and smiled as a variety of fragrances titillated her nose. These surroundings didn’t resemble any of the Chickasaw villages she had ever been in. It didn’t have the telltale long footpath that led from one end to the other. There weren’t any familiar round log houses constructed for winter warmth. Where was she?

The sudden awareness of a presence behind her prickled her skin. As she struggled to turn her body, a rope bit into the flesh around her ankles. 
An old woman’s voice spoke in a dialect she hadn’t heard since early childhood. Dancing Swallowtail, her grandmother, had taught the rival Natchez language to her. Dancing Swallowtail had been born a Natchez, but the hated Choctaw had taken her captive.

Later, during a raid of her prisoning village, a brave Chickasaw warrior named Bull Elk had rescued her. He fell in love with her at first sight. They married, and she gave him four, brave Chickasaw sons. They were all dead now, except for Soft Morning Mist’s own father, Twitching Weasel.

The woman’s voice reminded Soft Morning Mist of her grandmother, but she knew it could not be. Both Dancing Swallowtail and Bull Elk had died in a fire when she was twelve winters old.

As she listened to the nearly forgotten language, the dialect gradually became clear. The hair on the back of Soft Morning Mist’s neck and arms stood on end. The wicked voice flowed into her mind like ice water seeping from a moss covered rock wall. The spirit of death couldn’t have sounded more evil.

The woman paced to where they could make eye contact. “You’re wondering what you’re doing here and who I am. Let me start by saying, I hated Dancing Swallowtail, my half-sister. I sold her as a slave to the cruel Choctaw traders. That’s right, I paid them to take her captive.”

She came closer. Her stinking breath assaulted Soft Morning Mist.

“I’ll never allow you to become the future Great Sun’s mate. I’ll see that you accompany his sick uncle into the world beyond. There’ll be no poison to render you unconscious, providing you with a merciful death. You don’t deserve that courtesy. Suffering is what you’ll get. I see now that selling Dancing Swallowtail to the Choctaw was not enough. Maybe killing you will finally appease my loathing.”

She rose and walked to a place where Soft Morning Mist could no longer see her. From the darkness came laughter: a steady trill that grew into a cold, gushing stream.

“No Natchez marriage for you, granddaughter of Dancing Swallowtail. Only death.”


As a child, Toni Morrow Wyatt’s family spent nearly every summer
visiting relatives in a small, rural community in Arkansas. Finding
magic in this place, it is the setting for many of her novels. Her
love for southern fiction led to the writing of her upcoming novel, A
Killing Among Friends, and also, Return to Rocky Gap. Her work has
appeared in From the Depths Literary Journal and Belle Reve Literary
Journal. She writes an eclectic blog titled, A Pinch of Me, on
Tumblr. She was previously an independent bookseller, owning and
operating Kindred Books for seven years.
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The Order by A.C. Donaubauer- Book Tour + #Giveaway


The Order
The Order Book 1
by A.C. Donaubauer
Genre: Epic Fantasy
A clumsy step, the wrong branch to hold on to and a bump on the head to
leave her unconscious – no more than that causes Eryn’s life to
turn upside down and to suddenly find herself in the capital city as
a prisoner to the king.
She is determined to keep her magical abilities a secret in a kingdom
where magicians have only ever been male as long as anyone knows.
That doesn’t work out that well, though. The Order, the governing
body for magicians, and the king seem to have their own plans with
her, none of them caring in the least that she just wants to leave
that blasted city behind and return to the peace and quite of her
profession as a healer.
And then there is Enric, a high ranking magician in the Order thanks to
his considerable strength, who seems to find watching her struggles
an amusing diversion.
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The Order Book 2
Ram’an has, to Enric’s great relief, left Anyueel again to return to his
home country – which leaves him to figure out the challenge that Eryn
still presents to him in more than one area of his life.
Eryn is restless, unnerved by the Order’s demands and her own urge to do
something useful. Thus an expedition into the woods to teach the herb
gatherers in the city how to provide her with acceptable goods seems
just the thing to do to pass the time until the new healer’s place
is ready for use. Ten peaceful days of collecting plants far away
from the city. Or at least that’s the plan.
The Order Book 3
After the delegation’s return not only the Old Kingdom has to face changes
as a consequence of the contact with the Western Territories. Eryn
and Enric, too, realise that their recently established bond is not
without side effects. Eryn centres all her hopes on the healer from
Takhan who is supposed to aid her for a few months and who is bound
to arrive soon…
Astrid Christine Donaubauer – that’s me.I don’t normally use my middle
name for any purpose whatsoever, but I thought that two initials look
better on a book cover than just one. And thus, after more than 30
years of being either ignored or a nuisance when I had to fill in
forms, my middle name has finally turned out to be useful for
something.I was born and raised in Austria (not Australia, mind you –
no kangaroos!) and still live there with my husband. You might have
heard of that small country somewhere in the middle of Europe; we are
known for Sound of Music, Lederhosen, Arnold Schwarzenegger and,
lately, Christoph Waltz. Another recent claim to fame: In The Big
Bang Theory Austria was mentioned as one of the countries that look
like a Wiener… Isn’t that lovely. I haven’t managed to look at
a map without giggling since.I would call writing a hobby, yet I am
not sure if hobbies are supposed to drive you crazy and haunt you at
night if you don’t give in to them. Calling it a vocation sounds a
bit grand for my liking, so let’s just say it’s what I spend a
lot of my free time on.In real life (I like to consider my writing
activities as kind of a double life; not quite as grand as Batman’s
secret identity, but you get my drift) I earn my keep as a freelance
trainer and translator, pursuing the quest of helping people to
improve and develop their communication and language skills.I have no
wish to make writing my primary occupation – I am convinced that in
my case sitting down and letting my fingers type what is going on in
my head has so far only worked because I am not bound by any
deadlines or financially dependent on producing anything halfway
enjoyable. That’s how I would like to keep it.
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At the Heart of the Stone by Roxanne D. Howard – Book Tour + #Giveaway


At the Heart of the Stone
by Roxanne D Howard
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Dreams are the perfect shelter for our fantasies, safe havens to step inside
without changing our daily lives. For Lark Braithwaite, all that is
about to change. During the last six months, Lark has dreamt of a
mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her exactly
what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren’t as
ideal, as her long-term relationship with Charles, her controlling
fiancé, has hit a dry spell.
When Lark is called home to Oregon for her father’s funeral right in the
middle of a high-stakes corporate merger, she heads back to face the
demons from her past. What she doesn’t expect is to meet her dream
lover in the flesh. Niall O’Hagan steps straight out of her
fantasies and right into her life, and the powerful connection they
share rocks her foundation. Although she’s dealing with the
bitterness of being betrayed by Charles and his jealousy, Niall soon
stirs Lark’s awareness of the superficiality of her existence and
reawakens not only her sexuality, but her soul.

If the kiss had stayed careful and guarded, she might have continued to question it. But the blindfold disappeared, and she realized she’d fallen asleep. Her eyes flew open, and he was there. Oh my God. He was there! Heated eyes watched her. Rakish dark hair fell over his forehead as he breathed hard, and the morning sun lit up the world behind him. She took a deep, shuddering breath to speak, but his hands moved to cup her face. He held still and closed his eyes as his lips took her mouth. Right then and there, it was very clear that this was real. That was the weight of a real man on top of her, clothed, and smelling citrusy and clean. What in the hell is happening here?


How did he get here? He was only her dream lover.


Or was he?


Confused beyond all comprehension, Lark didn’t have any time to contemplate what was really going on. His lips delivered a breath-stealing, soul-shattering kiss, and then they were all over each other. This, ah, this she knew. Lark hooked her ankle over his and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to rid him of his jacket and draw him closer. She clenched her hand in his hair as he devoured her mouth. He tasted the same as her dream lover, and she put her tongue in his mouth to savor more of that tangy sweetness.


They were both making noises they never had in her dreams, little breathy gasps and blasts of air as their mouths met and separated as they sought new angles and depths to their passion.


He made a disgruntled sound as he tried to get more comfortable in the cradle of her hips over the hindrance of clothes, and she realized she really wasn’t dreaming anymore. He nibbled on her lower lip as she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but then she was carried away in the undercurrent of his large, warm hands, which were caressing the skin of her stomach beneath her hoodie and T-shirt. She continued to accept his kisses but pawed down her still zipped-up sweat jacket. Okay, so she was still clothed. He was rock hard against her, and he ground his hips into her, a disbelieving grunt escaping his lips. Lark rolled her eyes back, shivering at the jolt that went through her.


“Wh— Mmm. Whoa. Stop!” She finally managed to say against his mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrutinized him as he breathed in and out, bracing himself on the weight of his hands above her, his bright green eyes bearing into hers. His face was the face of her dreams—the sensual, bowed lips and cleft chin, the built body, and the thick hair. His hair… She blinked. It was cut at the nape and styled for a day at work. She glanced down at what he was wearing.


“Um, why are you wearing a suit and tie this time?” she asked, squinting against the sunlight. Please, God, let this be a dream. He moved his head, putting her in shade.


“This time?” He lifted an eyebrow, perplexed. “You’ll have to forgive me, lass, but I’ve no idea what the devil you’re talking about.” He maneuvered himself off her and sat upright at the end of the swing.


She tucked her feet against her and sat up, unable to do anything more than blink at him in utter disbelief.


“I was coming up to knock on the door when I saw you lying here, and given how you were tossing and the noises you were making, it looked like maybe you were having some sort of a seizure.”

**Winner of the Coffee Time Romance Reviewer’s Award !**
Roxanne D. Howard is a pseudonym that the author publishes romance novels
under. Roxanne is a U.S. Army veteran, and has a bachelor’s degree in
Psychology and English. She is a member of RWA PAN (Romance Writers
of America Published Authors Network). She loves to read poetry,
classical literature, and Stephen King. She is also an avid Star Wars
fan, musical theater nut, and loves marine biology. She resides in
the mid-west United States, and enjoys spending time with her husband
and children when she’s not writing. Roxanne loves to hear from her
readers, and she can be contacted at
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A Shadow Life by Leta McCurry – Book Tour + #Giveaway


A Shadow Life
By Leta McCurry
Genre: Thriller, Suspense
Run, Laney, run. That’s what Mama said she should do if something really
bad happened. What just happened is worse than Mama could have
imagined. Now Laney, terrified, covered in blood, and alone, is on
the run from the law.
Laney finds a way to hide in plain sight and builds a safe and near-perfect
new life. Safe and near- perfect, that is, until three people from
the past show up looking for revenge, redemption and love.

Laura Oakley

The Lost Chapter from A Shadow Life

By Leta McCurry

I’ll never forget the first time I saw Laura Oakley.

I was shot up and on fire with fever and pain, lying on a narrow bed in the war casualties ward of the Minnie Tapp Memorial Hospital in Dallas not long after the Armistice of 1918. The only thing I had on my mind was how to get somebody to put me out of my misery for good when I felt a cool hand slide under my head and raise me up. A cup of water touched my lips and a voice said, “Welcome home, soldier.”

I looked into a pair of brown eyes the exact color of Mama’s secret recipe chocolate cake. The kindness I saw there flooded my eyes with tears that dribbled down into stubble on my cheeks. Now, you might think a six-foot-four pig farmer from the Texas hill country would be too shamed to cry, but you would be mistaken. I tell you, after wading through body parts of men and mules in the Argonne Forest, with the blood of your dead friends thick on your face and filling your eyes so you can’t tell a Kraut from a tree, well, a few tears… they don’t amount to nothing.

When Laura leaned over me and brushed the hair back off my forehead with her fine pale hand, all of a sudden it seemed like life might be worth living after all.

Where are you from?” Her voice flowed over me, warm and sweet, like the honey that always covered my hands when I robbed the hive up in the old cottonwood at the farm.

Kendalia, down in the hill country.”

I love it down there, especially when the bluebonnets are in bloom.”

Yes, ma’am.” It was all I could think of to say. Laura smiled and moved on to the next soldier.

The man in the bed on my left didn’t know who he was or where he was but the man on my right told me Laura was a volunteer who visited the military ward every weekday. From then on, Laura was the reason I bothered to open my eyes every morning.

She was tall, taller than a lot of men, but you could tell she was strong even though her frame was slim. Her skin looked smooth and soft, the ivory color reminding me of the bit of Irish lace Mama had brought from Ireland and kept safe in her top dresser drawer.

All the men were in love with her, not because of how she looked but because of who she was. She had a gentle way about her that made you feel like you were special, and no matter how sick you were, you just knew you were going to be okay because Laura said so.

Laura stopped by my bed and talked for a few minutes every day, just like she did with the other men but I didn’t want to be lumped in with the other men. I wanted to be extra-special but I could tell Laura was a genteel, educated girl by how she talked and how she acted. She was so far above me, it was like she was the sun and I was a little petunia in Mama’s flower bed; I could feel the warmth of her shining but I’d never be able to touch her.

So I just watched as she moved among the hospital beds in the ward, stopping for a few words with everyone, squeezing the hand of a kid too young to be coming back from a war, writing a letter for a man who lost his arms, and always smiling. I held those few minutes she spent with me every day close to my heart and I still think it was Laura that speeded my recovery. Even though I understood all my yearning would come to naught, I lived in dread of the day I would be discharged and never see Laura Oakley again.

Then one day a miracle happened, though it didn’t feel like a miracle at first. Laura said “Hi” as she walked right past my bed without stopping to talk like usual. I didn’t know what to make of that and fretted and stewed all day. Then, a little before supper, she came back, pulled up a chair and sat by my bed. “So, Mr. Pig Farmer Milo French, what do you do down there in the hill country besides raise pigs? Do you have a wife and a passel of youngsters to keep you busy?”

Well, I tell you, I was so billy-whacked by this turn of events, it took me a few minutes to come to myself and say, “No, ma’am, just pigs, ma’am.” I felt like I was chewing my words way too much before spitting them out.

Laura laughed and took my hand between hers. “Call me Laura, Milo. Ma’am makes me feel like an old lady.”

Yes, ma’am…Laura.”

So, it’s just you and the pigs down there all by your lonesome?”

No. Mama and Papa are still there. But Papa is getting old. I’ll be taking over one day.” It made me proud, telling her that because it was not a small thing. My family had been pig-farming that land as long as anybody could remember and even longer.

You’ll have to tell me all about it.” Laura stood so the orderly could deliver my supper tray. “We’ll talk some more tomorrow.” She waved and walked away.

I lay awake most of the night trying to figure out what just happened. Maybe it was nothing. Just Laura being her usual kind self, but I really didn’t want to believe that.

I held my breath all the next day, waiting to see if she would single me out for special attention again. Sure enough, at the end of her shift, she rolled a wheel chair up to my bed and said, “You’re so much better, soldier, I have permission to take you down to the lounge. The orderly will bring your tray down there so you can have supper by the fire. That suit you okay?”

Yes, ma’am!”

Yes, Laura.”

Yes, Laura.”

My chest puffed way out when I saw the other men watching Laura wheel me out. If my leg wasn’t still so gimpy, I would have gotten up and danced. Laura wheeled me to a table in front of the fireplace in the lounge and sat across from me.

So, Milo, do you have brothers and sisters?”

No. I had an older brother who died as an infant and a younger sister who died of scarlet fever when she was nine.”

Oh, I’m sorry.”

I never knew my brother and I have trouble remembering my sister. I know I should but it gets harder all the time to even remember what she looked like.”

I never had brothers or sisters so I can’t imagine what something like that would be like. It must be hard.” She waited for the orderly to put my supper tray on the table then continued. “So you’ve lived all your life in … where is it?”


You went to school there?”

Yes. I went through the eighth grade at primary school just down the road from the house, but I had to take a bus to high school.” I laughed when I remembered what a dust-up me going to high school had been.

What’s so funny about riding a bus to school?”

Oh, it’s not that. It’s just that my Mama’s a sight to behold when she gets her dander up.” I buttered a biscuit and took a bite. “You see, boys in that part of the country don’t usually go to high school. Most drop out even before eighth grade to help on the farms. Papa thought it was stretching things for me to finish primary school, so when Mama decided I should go through high school, Papa thought it was time to put his foot down.”

What happened?”

Papa didn’t count on Mama pitching a hissy fit that could have set a pack of hound dogs to howling all the way over in Louisana.” I couldn’t help it; I laughed until tears rolled down my face, telling how Mama was so determined I finish high school. “So I ended up being just about the only boy in that part of the country with a high school diploma. I can’t tell that it makes any difference at all to the pigs but I’m glad to have it.”

Then I went quiet for a minute or two as I stirred the green beans around on my plate and thought how silly this probably all sounded to Laura. It was likely she had even gone to college. She seemed to know what I was thinking because she put her hand on mine and said, “Milo, don’t confuse intelligence with education. I can tell you have more natural intelligence than some men I know who have four years of college.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody had ever said such a thing to me before. I just know that hearing her say it made me feel so good, like sinking down into the warmth of a feather bed on a cold night.

It wasn’t but a few days before I was out of the wheel chair and using crutches and we went down to the lounge every afternoon. Every night she would sweet talk the cafeteria into a tray for both of us so we could have supper together, then we’d sit by the fire having coffee and talking about anything and everything.

I couldn’t get enough of her. This was a real genteel girl, but she never made me feel she was better than me. Me, a pig farmer. We took to holding hands while we talked and she started staying later and later. Then she started coming in for a few hours on Saturdays just to see me. One Saturday afternoon she asked me, right out of the blue, “Have you ever been in love, Milo?’

No,” I said. “Not yet.” I didn’t tell her how I made a fool of myself over Prissy Calloway when I was thirteen and she was a grade ahead of me in school. I was so mortified when she chose to share her lunch bucket with Joe Bob Dorell instead of me, I figured that love business wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I expected I’d grow old by myself then drop dead someday, probably in the pig pen. That had all seemed like a fine idea until I met Laura so I had to ask, “Have you?”

Yes. Well, I think so. I was eighteen and he was twenty. Ryman’s father was a school teacher and Ryman was working to put himself through college. He was hired by our gardener and we got acquainted quite by accident. Then we started finding ways to spend time together. My father exploded when I told him I wanted to marry Ryman.” Laura stopped for a minute and looked at her hands in her lap. “I explained that Ryman was poor but he was working his way through college and wanted to be a lawyer. Father would have none of it. He said Ryman was most likely studying to be a gigolo.

We had a terrible row. I thought Mother would side with me but she didn’t. It wasn’t but a few days before Father called me into his study and showed me a cancelled bank draft for five thousand dollars with Ryman’s signature on the back. I never saw Ryman again.” Laura looked up at me and I could see tears shimmering in her eyes. She dashed them away with her fingers.

I have never forgiven Father or Mother for that matter. But, I will say, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve thought a lot about it. I don’t know if I loved Ryman or if it was the excitement of sneaking about and finding ways to spend time with him. Or it might have been just the excitement of defying Father. He has always ruled Mother and me with an iron fist. But, whether I loved Ryman or not, he broke my heart when he didn’t stand up to Father.”

I found myself quite pleased, not that she had her heart broke, but that she hadn’t married Ryman.

One night, it must have been after eight o’clock, this man in a funny uniform came into the lounge. It wasn’t a military uniform and he was a pretty old man. He stood by the door and said, ‘Miss Laura, excuse me, but we really should go.”

Laura sighed real big and said, “You’re right, Upton. Thank you.” Then she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, winked and was gone.

I lay awake just about all night puzzling about who that man might be. I knew it wasn’t her daddy. And I was right. It wasn’t but a couple of days before I got to meet that gentleman and I can say I could have lived my whole life without the pleasure.

It was a Sunday. Laura generally didn’t come in to the hospital on Sunday and I was surprised to see her. She came in the morning and we walked down to the lounge. We got to spend the whole day together. After dinner from the cafeteria as usual, we sat by the fire holding hands, laughing and talking, and it got later and later. It must have been going on ten when that same man in the uniform came rushing in real nervous like.

He said, “Miss Laura, your…”

Before he could finish this really big man in a fancy suit with a fancy hat on his head pushed right in.

Laura!” The man didn’t shout but his voice cracked just like a rifle shot. It felt like the room shook and everybody in there looked up.

Laura stood up real quick like and said, calm as you please, “Father.”

He walked right up to us and said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

He grabbed her arm and I could tell he hurt her but she only said, “Why, I’m visiting with Mr. Milo French.”

Her father didn’t even look at me. He said, “I only agreed you could volunteer in this hellhole to keep the peace and because you said it would only be a few hours a couple of days a week. Now it seems you’re down here every day and until all hours.”

These men are coming back from war, Father, and my conscience dictates that I give whatever comfort and aid I can.”

He came right back at her and said, “I knew it was a mistake to let this get started. It ends tonight. It’s not proper that a girl like you is here at all hours consorting with riffraff.”

I tell you, Laura drew herself up and lifted her chin ‘til I thought her head must be touching the ceiling and she said in a cold voice, “I’ll have you know that Mr. French is not riffraff, Father. He happens to be a very fine pig farmer from an old Texas family in Kendalia.”

In that instant, I fell so in love with Laura Oakley, I didn’t know my name or where I was. I just knew I wanted to live out my life with this beautiful woman. Her father swelled up like a toad ‘til his face turned red and I thought he would have apoplexy right then and there.

He tightened his hold on Laura’s arm and said, ‘You will come with me this instant, Laura, and you will not come to this place again.”

I stood up. “Now, wait a minute…”

Laura shook her head at me and jerked her arm out of his grip. ‘I will come with you, Father, not because you order it, but to avoid a petty scene. I remind you that I am twenty-one now and not a scared eighteen year old. I shall return here if I wish.”

The old man snorted and mimicked her. “If you wish. Well, I’ve had about enough of your shenanigans and sass. You straighten up and behave or we’ll see how you fare if I cut you off without a dime. You understand me?”

I understand you, Father.” She leaned down and kissed me right on the lips.

The old man really grabbed her then and drug her, stumbling, toward the door, and her looking back over her shoulder at me. The sight of her walking out of that room felt just like when that sharpshooter’s bullet tore into me in France. My whole self just exploded into a million pieces and I knew I could never be put back together whole again. I knew it beyond doubt because, in that instant, I knew as sure as I knew my name that I could never have a life with that girl. Not because I didn’t love her, but because I did.

I didn’t have to go look at where she lived to know what it would be like. It would be a mansion. I had never seen her in anything but a nurse’s uniform but I understood that one of her regular dresses would cost more than I would earn as a pig farmer in a year. But it was a lot more than Laura being used to fancy houses, fancy clothes and fancy cars. She was used to going to fancy places with fancy people. The men she knew wore suits instead of coming in the back door every night stomping pig shit off their boots.

Laura could say intelligence and education weren’t the same as much as she wanted but she was used to talking with people who knew things. Sooner or later she would miss talking with educated people and she would start thinking I’m ignorant, which I am, of a lot of things.

So there was a lot of puzzlement going on in my head as that girl walked out the door. First, I had to think that maybe I was misreading her. Maybe she wasn’t having the same feelings as me. Maybe she was just being kind. Everybody could see that was just the kind of person she was.

The second thing I had to think on was maybe she was using me to get back at her father for running off the boy she wanted to marry when she was eighteen. Maybe she had really loved him and wanted to pay her father back by marrying somebody even worse than a school teacher’s son or she might just play me along until her father was really good and mad. But somehow, I just couldn’t swallow that pill, no matter how I tried to tell myself it could be. It just didn’t fit the Laura I loved.

The third thing was really the worst of all. Maybe she did love me enough to walk away from everything and marry a pig farmer. I know I loved her enough to do anything to be with her but what could I do? I only knew pig farming. It was who I was. Just like she was who she was, a smart, rich, beautiful girl who could have anybody she wanted.

I knew if she got carried away with loving me enough to marry me, the day would come when she would hate me. She would hate everything she thought she loved. Hate herself for loving me and hate me for letting her get herself into such a sorry life.

So, even if she did truly love me and was willing to marry me, I had to be the sensible one. I had to love her enough to let her go so that is what I did.

It had nothing to do with money, or her father cutting her off. I didn’t even know she was rich when I first started to fall in love with her. Besides that, I don’t want no man’s money but what I earn my own self.

So I put on my regular clothes and just walked out of the hospital late that night. I didn’t tell nobody I was leaving or where I was going. But I couldn’t bear being so far away from her, not just yet, so I went to one of my mama’s cousins just on the outskirts of Dallas. I stayed there a week or so until I thought I was strong enough to really walk away from her.

When I got home, back to Kendalia, there were two letters waiting from me. There was no return address on them but I knew they were from Laura. I lifted the lid on the cook stove in Mama’s kitchen and dropped them in. I knew I would be in more trouble than I could handle if I read them. But, the one thing I didn’t reckon on was how fierce Laura Oakley really did love me.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Thursday, the day after Christmas in 1918. Mama had rung the dinner bell and me and Papa had come in from the barn for the noon meal. I was about to set down at the table when we heard a motor then a car door slam out in the yard.

Now, who in the world could that be?” Mama said.

I’ll go see.” I opened the door and Laura was standing there.

I thought I loved her and wanted her so much every minute of every day that I had just conjured her up. But it was Laura all right. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Mama and Papa walked up behind me to see who it was and Laura said, “You all come with me.”

And we did. We rode in that fancy car driven by the man in the funny uniform over to Boerne, the county seat. We were married by a justice of the peace that afternoon.

If I had known what Laura’s love for me would cost her, I would have made her go back to Dallas that December day she showed up at my door.

That’s what I tell myself, but I don’t know if I could have really turned away from her a second time, even now, knowing what killed her. It wasn’t the snake coiled behind a jar of peaches on a shelf in the cool, dark cellar that hot summer day that killed her. It was her love for me, a love so strong it held her on that god-forsaken pig farm. That is what haunts me.

Tale-spinner. Revealer of secrets. A dog’s best friend. Cornbread and fried okra
country girl.
Lives in Southern Oregon and enjoys writing, reading, the open road on a
Stallion motorcycle (trike–as a passenger), good food, travel,
genealogy, and a large, fun-loving family. Favorite destinations:
Ireland and Singapore. Author of “High Cotton Country” and “A
Shadow Life” and presently writing her third novel, “Dancing to
the Silence.”
Leta says she loves the fascination of new characters and the fun of
getting acquainted with them and seeing what they will do as the
story develops.
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