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Dark Rooms by Sionna Fox – Book Tour

10/08/17

Dark Rooms

Sionna Fox

Genre:  Erotic Romance
Publisher:  Boroughs Publishing Group
Date of Publication:  27 July 2017
ISBN:  978-1-944262-82-2
ISBN: 978-1-548299-49-1
Word Count: 40,000 words.
Cover Artist:  Boroughs Publishing Group
When they met on Friday night, he dominated her. When he walks into her photography classroom on Wednesday morning, the question is, who’s in charge. 

Book Description: 

 

NO SAFE WORDS 

Women beg Wes Oliver to dominate them in darkness. In the light, he’s finally getting his life back on track. College is priority number one—until he finds his new professor is the delicious Sub who ran out on him last weekend, a brilliant and mature beauty nothing like the girls who usually kneel before him. Suddenly, this is no longer just about pleasure. This is about his heart.

Aimee Eastman has rules. Rules for herself. Rules for her college photography students. Rules for the partners she submits to at private BDSM house parties. Then the hot young Dom who topped her last weekend walks into her classroom and all boundaries fly out the window—or would if she could just give up control. Like she wants. Like she needs. Then she and Wes might share forever.

About the Author:

Sionna Fox has been writing stories her whole life. Her first book was about dinosaurs, and according to her mother, it was adorable. Sionna was late to the romance game, but hasn’t looked back since picking up the habit and firmly believes romance novels can save your life. She lives in New England with her very patient husband and a very put-upon dog.

 

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Love Across the Universe – Book Tour

08/08/17

 

 


 

Love Across the Universe

 
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
 
Publisher: Stars and Stone Books
 
Date of Publication: August 1 2017
 
ISBN-10: 0-9977081-8-2
ISBN-13: 978-0-9977081-8-9
ASIN: B071JSHCGC
 

13 Stories of Science Fiction Romance Set on Intergalactic Shore 


#spacebeachlove

Summer love is summer love, no matter the planet. Climb aboard your spacecraft or time machine and travel across time and space with these thirteen tales of love on beaches in the future and among the stars.
Includes stories by USA Today Bestselling Author Traci Douglass, Cara McKinnon, Rhonda Jackson Joseph, A.E. Hayes, Sheri Queen, M.T. DeSantis, L.J. Longo, K.W. Taylor, Mary Rogers, Elsa M. Carruthers, Emmerite Sundberg, Serena Jayne, and Oriana Maret.

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The
Greatest Gift
Rhonda
Jackson Joseph

Book Description:

Tariq has chosen Jasmine and her
family to rescue when the earth is destroyed. While her children and sister
easily find their niches within their new society, based on their natural gifts
and talents, Jasmine struggles to find her fit. Tariq’s patience and ability to
see things within her that she doesn’t see in herself will help lead to
Jasmine’s discovery of the greatest gift within herself.

Excerpt

The antique film credits roll, and Kestrel strips the ocular screen from her brow. She stuffs the device into the bin at her knees and taps the evac release. Never violate your own rules. No romance means no romance because it’s rot. The silver screen disappears with a whoosh deeper into the guts of Galaxy Delivers, Inc. The next time she volunteers as previewer for Galaxy’s annual ancient films revel she’ll select a sci-fi meat grinder like The Whirling Vortex. Her vision blurs with tears. Not some thrashing B-list not happily-ever-after space-love pile of…

“Rot,” she whispers.

The film won’t get a thumb’s up from her. The leading lady dies of Veneda Syndrome. The star expires moments before medical staff can wrap molecular stabilizers around her body that’s eaten up by rogue cell necrosis. Nothing romantic about that. Even less inspiring is her lover’s desertion.

The room seems to shrink. Kestrel’s cubicle is wedged into a precise row of ten cubicles in a room of ten rows by ten. It’s in the ground floor of the Galaxy Delivers, Inc. spire that juts one hundred stories into planet Jaster’s ocher skies. The spire’s weight pins Kestrel to her roller chair. She sips antiseptic air in shallow breaths.

Unlike her co-operators’ empty gray desktops, hers is littered with antique novelties.

All gifts from him.

Mercer.

A calendar of curling paper the color of jaundiced skin leans against the back partition. It was his first gift. “To celebrate our first month together,” he’d said.

Kestrel runs a finger over the tarnished silver spoon he gave her at the close of month two. “For the lady who appreciates history.”

She lifts the ocean blue candle and inhales its sweet scent. “To match your eyes.” He’d kissed her, and that night she’d lost herself in Mercer Eridanus’s orbit. Even now her lips tingle.

With trembling fingers, she strokes the wire rim glasses that rest like a paperweight on top of the spacer license Mercer helped her earn. He’d called her a white-knuckle flier.

“My knuckles aren’t white.”

“No,” he’d said. “Mine are.”

The license isn’t worth sand these days because of Tabara Gold’s desquamation. A sister planet that sheds chunks of its surface the size of mountains tends to discourage transportation and trade.

Kestrel uncurls her left hand.

She hasn’t worn it in a year—the swirling platinum strands of precious metal that clasp a brilliant cut diamond as its prize. Her gaze strays to the paper calendar’s single digit number. Mercer proposed marriage one year ago today.

And disappeared.

She’s memorized his note: Dear Kes—it could never work. I’m jumping a hyper-shot freighter out of Tabara Gold. The universe calls, babe. I’m sorry.

A good thing she doesn’t have Veneda Syndrome.

His note is twenty-two words. Where in twenty-two words is the essence of a man who combs antique slums on two planets to locate an artifact to celebrate each month of romance? He isn’t a man who ditches responsibilities and hyper-shots away. But he did leave.

And now he’s back.

The gossip grills who document Adalon City’s social scene breathlessly welcomed him home. Apparently, Mercer’s shadow is enough to send females aged two to one-hundred-seventeen into vapes. Men want Mercer for cards, bar jaunts, investment advice, jet races…

Three days have passed since she’s learned he breathes Adalon’s air. Three days.

The answer is that he regretted his proposal because she never fit Adalon’s scene—that whirling show of parties, fizzy drinks, and false laughter. When did he ever, ever take her about? His silence proves she should move on with her life. He is.

She stuffs the ring into a pocket.

Love absorbs and expands beyond its capacity, but when it dries up it’s stiff and useless. If not for the sister planet’s annoying skin peel, she’d blast through Adalon City’s ochre skies, break clean of Jaster’s gravitational pull, and run and run and never stop.

Instead, she’s here.

Operators’ voices hum as color-coded deliveries pour in at a rate of two every fifteen-point-three seconds. The operators sort the bids and roll them up onto the giant boards that march around the room. Competitor operators in fifteen buildings around Adalon City vie for the bids. In a city of millions, there’s money in messages and packages. Galaxy delivers.

Kes taps her temple, and her implant flickers behind her eyes. Pain streaks up her shin.

“Ouch!”

Bending double, she spies a pair of boots the size of freighters on a guy in the row opposite. She kicks. Never met him, so who cares?

“Hey!” The gray partition muffles his voice. “Watch it.”

“You watch it,” she snaps. “Keep your space boats to yourself.”

“Thrashing-A, Kes.” The voice of the operator next to her climbs an octave. “You got a thrashing blue to bid!”

Heads pop up. Blue…ah, blue…sighs off every tongue.

Kestrel launches to her feet. A job coded red is bound for Jaster’s far side; pink is for local delivery. Blue—beautiful, brilliant, and rare blue—is OWDR: off-world delivery required, baby. While she’s been gathering linen—or is the saying wool?—the blue flitted through her queue.

Blip! It disappears.

The blue’s been snagged by number 100: the top of the spire; Theodosia Galaxy, CEO of Galaxy Delivers, Inc.

Adalon’s delivery industry is no place for swimmers afraid of sharks. The gossip grills report Ms. Galaxy’s balls live in one tower, her body in another. Until Tabara Gold’s demasquation ends, the sister planet puts a choke-hold on Jaster’s economy. No doubt Ms. Galaxy will cut the other companies’ jugulars to win the off-world job and a fat commission.

Kestrel snatches her spacer license. The universe propels her down the perfect rows and fifty steps to the lift. She slides in, taps the round button marked 100, and the reflective gold doors glide shut. She’s a big-eyed, tight-jawed slash of pale skin in loose clothing drenched in shadows.

There’s only one way to clear the dust of this past year’s desert experience. Theodosia Galaxy will win the bid to deliver the package, and Kestrel will fly the mother-thrashing thing down the throat of a whirling vortex if it means putting space, and lots of it, between her and Mercer.

About the Author:

Rhonda Jackson Joseph is a Texas
based writer and professor who must exorcise the demons of her imagination so
they don’t haunt her being. A life-long horror fan and writer of many things,
she has recently discovered the joys of writing in the academic arena about two
important aspects of her life: horror and black femininity. She balances her
natural darkness with the light and love of romance stories.
When Rhonda isn’t writing,
teaching, or reading voraciously, she can usually be found wrangling one of
various sprouts or sproutlings from her blended family of 11…along with one
husband and two furry babies.
Rhonda can be found lurking (and
occasionally even peeking out) on social media:
Twitter: @rjacksonjoseph
Instagram: @rjacksonjoseph

 

 
Red
Sand
Sheri
Queen

 

Book Description:

If she can only save one thing,
which will it be—the red beaches of Mars or a love she can’t imagine living
without?
Bria has just been fired from her
job as an ecologist at Trans Life Corp, the global leader in virtual reality
living, and she’s devastated that her life’s work has ended with nothing more
than a pink chip severance package. She’s been deemed obsolete in a world where
every aspect of life has been automated, and even relationships are carried out
in virtual environments. Then Bria’s sister, Samira, enters her in a singles
sweepstakes to an exclusive Mars resort to force Bria to have a little fun for
once, and Bria is one of the lucky winners.
Thayne is the owner of the
exclusive Mars resort and has set his sights on expanding to a remote area on
the other side of the planet. He is looking for the right person to lead his
new venture when he comes across Bria. She’s exactly what he needs. His success
is driven by his gift for acquiring rare talent, and he always gets what he
wants—until now.
Bria refuses Thayne’s job offer.
She’s not interested in helping destroy another ecosystem for corporate greed,
and she’s definitely not interested in any kind of romantic
entanglement—virtual or real. Yet despite her better judgment, she’s drawn to
his zest for life and his creative nature. But finding a way to keep their
clashing values from destroying their chance at love proves harder than Bria
could have thought possible.
Excerpt Red Sand:
The strength of
water pushing against sand captivated Bria. If only she had such power, she
could change the world—or at least her little part of it.
But this was
just a miniature version of the real thing. She flipped the rectangular,
glass-enclosed frame over to watch the liquid bump the tiny particles into
different shapes. Reds, browns, and tans jostled one another until the sand
settled into wavy mounds at the base of the container. Bubbles rose to the top
and burst. Bria turned the device again and again, repeating the process, absorbed
with how different the formations appeared with each rotation. Life was like
this crude imitation of a sandy beach, always changing when getting pushed
around by a greater force.
Here she sat in
her repurposed home on Boxcar Alley with no job, no more research, and no
future at Trans Life Corp.
Earth was
screwed. She knew it. Trans Life knew it.
Did the board
members care that nature and all her beauty had been overrun by technology? Not
a bit. They were already working on expanding to other planets.
To her shame,
she had to admit her role in the virtual living that was taking root and
growing weed-like over the planet. She had utilized all she’d learned as an
ecologist and worked with other experts to engineer its equivalent in the realm
of virtual habitats. She was as much to blame as Trans Life Corp for how the
world had been altered into a state of disconnect from what was real—what you
could truly feel, taste, and smell.
What she
couldn’t have foreseen was the rapidity with which people embraced artificial
environments, especially the Love Triangle, where all your pleasurable sensory
needs could be met with the help of a CompuBot—available with or without
interacting with another online user.

About
the Author:

Sheri Queen received her MFA in
Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She grew up in the Hudson
Valley region of New York—an area she loves to depict as a backdrop for her
stories—and enjoys traveling to new places where she is constantly discovering
inspirations for her writing. She especially loves visiting old graveyards.
A
Dream to Build a Kiss On
Traci
Douglass

Book Description:

A
Dreamworld Short Novella
Can passion bloom between a
bookish botanist and an analytical android?
Adam has served as a devoted
assistant since the day he was created twenty-six years ago. His ordered world
centers on logic and logistics, until a strong solar flare causes a glitch in
his synthe-soul circuits and his normal routines are thrown into chaos. In a
flash, his universe is filled with wild, dark desires that until now Adam has
only imagined.
Jillian Lewis has spent her
entire career in search of the rare, elusive Shadow Moondrop Orchid. She’s
forsaken any semblance of a normal life in pursuit of her goal and now has the
ultimate prize within her reach. By securing a coveted invitation to the fabled
Dreamworld Resort, she has just three days in which to locate and record her
once-a-century flower before it disappears again.
With the clock ticking, will they
surrender to the unpredictability of love or will their chance at forever
disappear like stardust on the summer wind?
Excerpt A Dream to Build a Kiss On:
2069 – Remote
tropical island in the Atlantic Ocean
Adam desired
Jillian Lewis, and not just for her beautiful brain.
The desire, of
course, was completely unexpected and entirely new, especially for an analytical
android such as himself. Add in the fact he’d never actually seen the visiting
botanist face to face, let alone heard her voice, and it was all a bit
disconcerting. Until this point, they’d only communicated through electronic
messages and then only ever about her upcoming stay at the exclusive Dreamworld
Resort where he resided or her plants or science in general.
But still, her
words intrigued him.
She spoke
passionately of her specimens, the exotic flowers she’d nurtured to maturity
from rare and ancient seeds. She also freely shared her knowledge of said
specimens with him, answering all his endless questions without ever once
becoming annoyed or bored as many of the resort’s other guests sometimes did.
“Happy
twenty-sixth birthday, my friend,” Reziel Shaytan said, clapping Adam on the
shoulder as he walked into his office. “Have you decided what you’d like for
your gift?”
“Gift, sir?”
Adam asked. “Technically, this isn’t my birthday since I was not conceived in a
human womb, nor did I undergo the delivery process.”
Rez gave him a
look, taking a seat in the black leather executive’s chair behind his massive
desk. He was Adam’s creator and owner of the resort. “What shall we call it
then? Your anniversary of existence?”
Adam considered
the question a moment. “Yes. I think that would be appropriate, sir.”
“Fine.” He shook
his head. “Abnormally strong solar flares are expected this weekend. Have you
taken the necessary precautions?”
“Yes, sir.” Adam
had been created to be as human as possible. His operating software,
Synthe-soul, endowed him with both keen intuition and the ability to process
emotions. And yes, those processes were sometimes prone to glitches—especially
during times of low charge or erroneous electrical storms—but overall, his
humanity grew stronger each day. “I doubled my charge time last night and I’ve
scheduled my system updates for early this afternoon, to avoid any
interference.”
“Good.” Rez sat
back and scrubbed a hand over his face, the strain of recent events evident in
the faint lines around his eyes and the tightness of his lips. Adam did his
best to protect his master, but there was only so much one android could do
when the man’s very existence was forbidden. Half djinn, half angel, Rez had
been cursed to walk the earth alone—at least until Doctor Harold Thomas had
tumbled into his life, quite literally, and their two souls had become one.
Soul mates. Adam had read about such bonds, but hadn’t experienced that swift
rush of acute longing for another being since his activation. He had all the
right components for human physical intimacy—even a healthy regenerating supply
of nanocyte sperm to create his own hybrid children someday—but he’d yet to
meet a person with whom he wanted to share such a deep emotional connection.
“Adam, please
also double check with our pilot in Miami to make sure the guests arrive well
before the flare occurs,” Rez said. “I don’t want another debacle like the last
time.”
The “last time”
had been a newlywed couple on their honeymoon. Their flight had taken off as
usual from the airport, heading due south toward the uncharted island where
Dreamworld was located, when their aircraft had gotten caught in a time warp
flux and the poor unsuspecting couple had ended up in ancient Byzantium. It had
taken weeks, and all Rez’s immense powers, to get them back to the present
unharmed. Luckily, legends about the Bermuda Triangle had helped Adam cover his
friend’s magical tracks.
“Texting the
pilot now, sir.” He typed the message in his mind then used his internal circuits
to connect wirelessly with the pilot’s com unit. “And shall I check on the
orchid specimen as well?”
“Orchid? That’s
right. The botanist is coming today.”
“Yes, sir.” Adam
glanced at his computer again, Doctor Lewis’s latest email still up on his screen.
“May I ask you something, sir?”
“Go ahead.” Rez
sounded distracted as he sorted through his messages for the upcoming weekend
arrivals.
“Explain human
intimacy.”
He stopped and
stared at Adam. “Excuse me?”
“In all my years
of existence, I’ve yet to experience true human connection and intimacy.” Adam
frowned. “Not the physical components of the act. I’m well versed in all the
necessary techniques through my regular software updates. But the emotional
aspects are a bit more challenging. I wish to learn more so that one day, if I
encounter my soul mate, I will know what is happening and can respond
accordingly.”
“Ah, I see.”
Gaze narrowed, Rez walked around his desk to stand before Adam, his tailored
navy suit in direct contrast with the easy tropical luxury of the office’s
interior design. “I’m sorry, my friend, but that is knowledge even I can’t
conjure. True connection and intimacy between two people must grow
organically.” He crossed his arms and lowered his head. “Besides, with the
flare and our other guests, we don’t have much time. I’ll need your help to
guide the botanist to her orchid on the other side of the island. And I need
you to assess if she might be right for our other project.”
That project
included a new addition to the permanent staff on the island—a native species
conservationist. Available positions were rare at Dreamworld, and while Adam
appreciated Rez hiring another person to help share his workload, he would miss
his hours amongst the island’s forests, nurturing their growth and choosing
compatible new additions for the already rich ecosystem.
Disappointment
sparked through his circuits, though he did his best to hide it by adjusting
his wire-rimmed spectacles. “Of course, sir. Whatever you need.”
“Thank you,
Adam. Perhaps next weekend, when things aren’t so crazy, we can discuss your
gift again.”
“Fine, sir.
Shall I contact the botanist with her final boarding information?”
“Yes, please.”
Rez straightened, his expression thoughtful as he headed for the office door.
“Let her know everything will be ready when she arrives.” He stopped at the
threshold and turned back, his smile kind. “And don’t worry about making that
soul-deep connection, my friend. When the time is right, it will happen.
Perhaps when you least expect it.”

About the Author:

Traci is a USA Today Bestselling
Author of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her stories feature sizzling
heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes and heroines who are
smart, tenacious, and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in
Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and she loves animals,
chocolate, coffee, hot British actors, and sarcasm—not necessarily in that
order.
 
Fluid
Emmerite
Sundberg
 

Book Description:

Iyonne has despaired of ever
finding the right woman for her. But when she crash-lands on a seemingly
uninhabited planet, she finds her. Sissiasandra has been alone for so long, the
last of her kind. She believes that she will never again know love. Until
Iyonne walks onto her beach. The two fall in love instantly, but there is one
big hurdle to their happy ending. Iyonne cannot live in the ocean, and
Sissiasandra cannot leave the sea to walk on land. Will they overcome their
separation or are they doomed to live alone forever?

About
the Author:

Sundberg is the friend of dragons
and mother of chinchillas. She spends her time pairing people with good books.
She lives in Pennsylvania with her two bunnies and five chinchillas.
Twitter: @writerchilla
You
Only Love Once
Serena
Jayne
 

Book Description:

Carpe
diem the hell out of love.
In the year 2222, venturing
outdoors is dangerous. Exposure to the searing ultraviolet rays of the sun
could turn anyone into a crispy critter. The ocean is a toxic stew of chemicals
and home to a horror show of mutant monsters. When a three-eyed creature skulks
out of the sea to nibble on Leo, his beautiful neighbor comes to the rescue.
Since the tragic accident that
resulted in Ivy’s cybernetic limb, she’s embraced the mantra “you only live
once,” but her dangerous plans might be more a death wish than a desire to
carpe diem the hell out of life.
Can Leo convince Ivy that nothing
makes a person feel more alive than taking a chance on love?

About the Author:

Serena Jayne loves experimenting
with different genres and mythologies. Anti-heroes and quirky characters are
her favorites to write. While her first love is paranormal fiction, the mundane
world provides plenty of plot bunnies. She studies Writing Popular Fiction at
Seton Hill University and is a member of Romance Writers of America.
Twitter: @SJ_Writer
Breakfast
on Pluto
Mary
Rogers

Book Description:

A chance encounter with a man she
could love causes Princess Kerrinda of Kerberos to make a choice – do what her
people expect and need, or follow her heart.
Prince Belloch may not be the one she chooses, but what happens if he
is?
Excerpt Breakfast on Pluto :
            Bell was drawn from his thousandth
bored musing about the view, or why he had windows here at all at the end of
the known ‘Way.   There was precious little to see but pitch
blackness and one or two stars that took squinting to even make out.  
“Humans
like them, they feel closed in without them.”  His father had always
maintained this was true and so he had windows, for whatever that view was
worth in the blackness surrounding the Hydra moon.  
What
piqued his attention was a woman, a vision, coming down the stairs so quickly
as to almost be running. He watched as every few steps she cast her eyes behind
her, him worrying she would fall down the steps still in front of her.
Then there was her face.  That, too, kept his attention.  
“Beautiful.”
That was what she was.  He had uttered the single word out loud,
despite it being a thought.  He sometimes forgot; his every word was
heard, his every action witnessed.
“Pardon
me, did you say something, your…?”  Nivens was always wondering what he
could do better.  All his staff was. Undeniably a perk, but also a pain.
He cut him off.
“I
did.”  He didn’t turn his head though, he kept his watch.  To his
relief, she made it down without mishap.  She frowned, and slowed her
step. Satisfied with that she saw or didn’t, he watched as she physically
changed.  Her face, now peaceful, had a small smile.  He would love
to know what that was about.  She was hiding from something or someone,
but it didn’t look imminent.  Life threatening.  As she moved on
gracefully, he guessed she had concluded she was ‘safe’ for a time.  
As
she got closer he noticed her eyes.  She was scanning for something.
She settled her gaze on the doors to the hotel.  Her mask of
serenity momentarily broken, storm clouds broke in those eyes, upset taking
over, then what he thought might be longing. She wanted, what? To go out? To
leave? She turned instead and followed the corridor to the far lobby.
“It seems we have a damsel in distress, Nivens.”  
Should he come to her aid? Perhaps. Bell would judge that later.
“That woman there, the one with the long inky hair.  Do we
know her?”
Nivens,
never comfortable taking his eyes off his charge, stepped in front of him.
After checking in all directions, he motioned for another guard.
Jeene’a, until now, was unobtrusively seated in the small bar area.
He rose, and quietly moved to them, replacing Nivens. When he did, Nivens
gave his attention to the woman in question. Bell sighed.
“We
do not.” Nivens moved back to him.  “Would we like to?”
“Yes.
Very much, but it appears the lady has trouble.”
Nivens’
eyes rounded, and his hand went to his weapon; it was an automatic reflex.
Bell moved forward; staying his hand.
“Not
for me, Nivens.  Her trouble is her own, and as I don’t know her, I don’t
have any idea what it is.”
“Would
you like us to find out?”
He
shouldn’t bother. Soon, nothing much would matter. He had one day left, what
harm could come of this?
“Yes.
But use discretion.  Find out what you can about her.  She’s
obviously staying here, find out where, if she is with others, and what is
known about her and them.”
“Your
wish.”  Nivens bowed, spoke briefly to Jeene’a, and went to do his
master’s bidding.
Bell
shook his head almost imperceptibly.  Getting what he wanted was easy.
Getting who he wanted?  He didn’t have that option.   
Maybe
one more… small “indiscretion” – as his father liked to call them – was in his
cards.  Another privilege he would soon give up.   
Bell
moved to the bar, sat down, and ordered a Fixthi’an.  The publican bowed
to him and made his favorite morning pick-me-up.  Sitting, drinking
slowly, he thought about the woman on the stairs. She was lovely. Despite the
interest she generated, he couldn’t very well have an indiscretion if he
was indiscreet.  If she knew who he was. What he was.
“Jeene’a,
there is a matter I wish to speak to you all about.  Gather everyone, will
you?”
One
hour later, it was done.  

About the Author:

Mary Rogers is a Brooklyn native
now living in Southern California with her husband, her kids, and too many
rescue animals. Completely addicted to romance – she decided to write it. She
is inspired by her swoon-worthy hubby, her children, her spoiled pets, and the
best friends in the universe. They teach her daily the meaning of love. She
also appreciates the wine.  
Tristan’s
Tryst
A.E.
Hayes
 

Book Description:

One mysterious being. Two lovers
who find her. Can this threesome handle the heat of this scorching summer?
Tristan works for the American
government, but rarely speaks about his job. Why? Because his job involves
intergalactic travel. Despite the fact that the year is 2041 and human beings
are now capable to travel at faster-than-light speeds, Tristan’s projects are
often kept secret – hidden even from his girlfriend, Cassandra.
When Tristan reveals to Cassandra
that they are going to take a special trip to Delmar, a planet located in a
different solar system that is mostly comprised of beaches and oceans,
Cassandra is ecstatic. The planet was recently discovered by Tristan and his
team, and so far, very few people have used it as a vacation spot.
Cassandra and Tristan pack their
bags and safely travel to Delmar, finding themselves surrounded by beautiful
beaches with white sand, sparkling turquoise waters, and a strange line of
trees lining the perimeter of the particular beach they have chosen to visit.
During some intense foreplay on
the deserted beach, Cassandra and Tristan are startled to hear movement coming
from the trees behind them. When they stop to look, they see a beautiful female
emerge. She tells them that her name is Lynx, and that she is an inhabitant of
the planet. Tristan is baffled, as he was unaware that the planet allowed for
immigration and human habitation. And when Lynx expresses her fondness for
Tristan’s body and Cassandra’s golden “star eyes,” Tristan and Cassandra find
themselves attracted to her. But should they give in to this strange, beautiful
inhabitant of Delmar? And if they do – what might possibly happen to them?

About
the Author:

A.E. Hayes is a published author
who has been writing since the age of four. She has been featured under various
pseudonyms in myriad novels, anthologies, poetry collections, music magazines,
and newspapers. Her memoir, “Shattered: Memoirs of an Amnesiac,” is set to be
released on September 12th, 2017.
She is currently finishing her
6th fiction novel, “On Common Ground,” writing for the upcoming sci-fi romance
anthology “Love Across the Universe,” (which will be released August 1st,
2017), as well as writing a paranormal sci-fi story for the upcoming graphic
novel “The Eynes Anthology.”
She studied English and Writing
at Hood College, where she earned her B.A., and later studied Fiction Writing
at The Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore. A.E. resides in Maryland with her
husband and son, and when she isn’t writing or singing (or doing both at the
same time), she spends her time drinking far too much coffee, logging miles by
pacing around the living room floor in order to make her Fitbit happy, studying
the violin, pretending to be a Cylon, and plotting ideas for several new
projects (which usually happens during her living room pacing time).
Twitter: @AE_Hayes

Breathless
L.
J. Longo

Book
Description:

A soldier and a café manager find
themselves trapped beneath the surface of a resort by the deadly beasts native
to the planet. As they fight to survive, they discover danger is a potent
aphrodisiac.
As part of a hidden military
outfit protecting rich civilians as they vacation on the resort planet Pangaea,
Nathan Oyola planned to keep secrets, fight aliens, and maybe tan under the
rays of an artificial sun.  What he did
not expect was to fall for his so-called boss, the manager of the café located
directly above the aliens’ nest. When the native wildlife starts behaving more
aggressive and strange than usual, how will Nathan keep them secret and keep
his new-found love safe.
All
B+ut You
Elsa
M. Carruthers
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Publisher: Stars and Stone Books
Date of Publication: 1 August
2017
ISBN-10: 0-9977081-8-2
ISBN-13: 978-0-9977081-8-9
ASIN: B071JSHCGC

Book Description:

In a world where looks are so important
that Genetic Modification is standard procedure, how will those without Genetic
Modification cope, let alone find love?
Excerpt All B+ut You :
Jen was a medical researcher
until her status as a B+ blood type made her ineligible for genetic
modification and indirectly cost her a lucrative position. Soon, like all of
the other un-modifieds, she finds herself living and working in B-Town. She
passes her time trading books with her neighbors until they start coming for
minor medical advice and help. It’s not a glamorous life, but she is content
until she runs into Marsha, mysterious Gen-Mod who appears to be on the
run. 

About
the Author:

Elsa is a speculative fiction
writer, academic, and poet. She lives in California with her family. In 2011,
she earned her MFA in Creative Writing and English from Seton Hill University.
Since graduating, Elsa’s work has been published in several anthologies,
magazines, and e-zines.
Elsa is an active member of HWA,
RWA, SFPA, IAFA, and the Poetry Foundation. She regularly attends writing
conventions and loves meeting new people!
 
The
Pirates and the Pacifist
Cara
McKinnon

Book Description:

Kai doesn’t believe in violence.
Sam and Dek believe the ends justify the means. Will passion be enough to
bridge the gap between the pacifist sent to broker galactic peace and the space
pirates hired to keep him away at all costs?
Kaikoa met Sameer and Dek—leaders
of a crew of sometimes space pirates—when they abducted Kai and kept him from
attending an important peace summit. But when the pirates’ payment never
appeared and a gunship showed up instead, Kai, Sam, and Dek found themselves on
the same side of a galactic conflict–and tumbling headlong into a reckless
passion.
Now they are searching for the
truth about who hired the pirates to keep Kai from the summit—and whether the
enemy wants one side to win, or simply chaos in the galaxy. But when the allies
find the ones who double-crossed them on a terraformed resort moon, will Dek
and Sam follow their new lover’s pacifist wishes, or will the pirate code of an
eye for an eye tear their fragile threesome apart?
Excerpt The Pirates and the Pacifist :
Kaikoa pressed
his toes into the metal floor of the small cabin where he’d been kept captive
for the last two ship-cycles. He only knew the length of his imprisonment
because his jailors left the wall screen on. They wanted him to be able to keep
track of time passing—his voiceprint wasn’t authorized to change the
programming or turn it off. Thanks to the screen, he knew that in one more
cycle he would miss the meeting that had brought him from his quiet backwater
planet of Moanalani—haven for his people after the rising sea levels on old
Earth swamped their islands—to the central planets of the Trrbantu Cluster.
He hadn’t seen
his sibling Nai’a since before the pirates had boarded their small transport
ship and removed them to this larger vessel. Nai’a had been up in the cockpit,
doing whatever they did to pilot the ship, while he’d been down in the galley
making a meal.
Nai’a had
probably fought for their ship like one of the ancient demons of the depths.
Kai had been knocked unconscious by some kind of stunner almost immediately.
Not that he was ashamed by his failure to defend the ship. He’d been called to
speak at a peace conference, after all, not a battle strategy session.
The wall screen
helpfully displayed the latest news about the conference, which had predictably
devolved into posturing, name-calling, and chest-beating, at least on the part
of the media anchors. Kai had hopes that the actual delegates—who’d been
forbidden from giving interviews to the press until afterward—were keeping
their composure better.
He should have
been there already, and his absence would put several important pieces of the
treaty his faction had proposed in jeopardy. He and Nai’a had hoped that by
taking their small, independent transport, they would avoid exactly the
situation they’d landed in.
The door of the
cabin opened, and three large humanoids entered. Two were actually human—a male
and female—and the third was a splice.
If anyone should
have wanted Kai to make it to the peace conference, it should have been a
splice. If things fell apart, all of the mixed human-and-alien beings would be
at risk.
But this one
might not know that. Someone else did—someone who didn’t want Kai to succeed,
and had hired these pirates to keep him away from the summit. The question
was—was it a member of the league who wanted the insurgents eradicated, or a
member of the human faction who actually thought they could win?

About
the Author:

Cara McKinnon is the author of
the Fay of Skye fantasy romance series. She is addicted to adding magic to
other genres and creating fantasy hybrids. She earned her MFA in Writing
Popular Fiction at Seton Hill University, where she found her writing tribe.
She lives on the East Coast of the US with her husband, two kids, and an oversized
lapdog named Jake.
The
Princess of Sands
M.T.
DeSantis

Book Description:

The solar panel that powers the
Sand Palace Hotel on planet Andala is failing. The hotel’s tyrannical owner
will go to any length to secure a new panel, including arranging a marriage for
his only daughter, Eliara Desanthar. Unable to reconcile marrying to benefit
her father, Eliara sneaks aboard a ship in the castle’s landing bay, ready to
make her escape.
But this ship is no ordinary
vessel. It carries Prince Randroth of Belmret, who is on a diplomatic mission
to Andala. When Eliara accidentally tries to hide in the prince’s chambers,
Randroth vows to protect the terrified but beautiful girl, even if it means
destroying relations between the two planets.
Unaware Randroth is her
betrothed, Eliara returns with him to Belmret, where fun-in-the-sun, deep passion,
and trapping revelations await.
And the truth might not set them
free.
Excerpt The Princess of Sands :
The door of
Randroth’s chamber slid open with a nearly silent hiss. “About time,” Idgmet
said in his nasal voice and shuffled inside. He wore a one-piece bright
lavender jumpsuit, complete with silver trim. Belmret fashion had done some odd
things over the years, but this was the strangest. Idgmet fixed Randroth with a
quizzical stare. “I hope you are not wearing that to meet your bride-to-be?”
Randroth tugged
on the simple black trousers and adjusted the blue tunic he wore, a match for
Andala’s oceans. He’d chosen the outfit purposefully to appeal to
Desanthar—blue for Andala’s oceans, black because it would let the blue stand
out. He would only get one chance to make a good impression. This was not the
time for Idgmet’s idea of style.
“In fact, I am,”
Randroth said.
Idgmet made a
noise in the back of his throat, either distaste or disdain. A line appeared
between his perfectly trimmed silver-painted eyebrows for only a second before
the squire schooled his features. “Very well. I didn’t come to discuss your
clothing, much as the topic needs addressing. Your father wishes me to remind
you how crucial the securing of this union is.”
“Does he?”
Randroth couldn’t keep the derision from his voice. This marriage had come
suddenly and without warning or reason, at least none Randroth could detect.
Belmret was not poor and, thus, in no need of a financial alliance with the
riches of Desanthar’s tourism business. For all his money, Desanthar was not
royalty, and so the wedding was not for political gain. In short, there was
absolutely no reason why Randroth had to wed now, and to a girl he’d never met.
“And did my father happen to explain to you why it is so important? He left out
those details when discussing it with the son who is to be wed.”
“You know how
much Belmret’s safety and future mean to your father.” Idgmet delivered his
rote response in a flat tone. The underlying meaning was clearer than Belmret’s
lavender oceans. There was still no reason for the union, or at least no reason
Randroth’s father would disclose.
“I do.” Randroth
folded his arms. The shirt pulled a bit at his shoulders. He’d filled out some
since last wearing it. “But safety with not even an implied threat is not a
reason to force marriage upon your child.”
“All due
respect, Your Highness.” Idgmet held up the pointer finger of his left hand.
His silver nail polish exactly matched the trim of his suit and his eyebrows.
“I do not have time to argue about this. We must disembark.”
Randroth blew
out a breath. There was no winning. He would leave the ship, meet Desanthar’s
daughter, and wed in three days. “Very well.”
Idgmet spun on
one heel. When he reached the door, it opened. He shuffled through, leaving
Randroth to sulk in a most unprincely manner. All his life, Randroth thought
he’d marry for love, like the princes and knights in the book of fairy tales he
kept beside his bed. Whenever royal life got to be too much, he had read one of
the old tales as a reminder of how his life could be. He should have known
reality could never resemble fanciful stories in books, especially in matters
of love. It wasn’t fair.
But then, what
in his life was fair? He was a prince. Royalty did what needed to be done.
Randroth straightened, squaring his shoulders and closing his eyes to collect
himself. He drew in a deep breath and let it go slowly. If he must wed
Lemswurth Desanthar’s daughter for some undisclosed reason, he would do it,
sands be his witness.
The chamber door
hissed open.
Randroth
expelled the last of his breath in a huff. And if he had to put up with
Idgmet’s impatience, he would do his best not to strangle the squire. “I said I
would be right there.” He opened his eyes.
Idgmet wasn’t in
the doorway. It was a girl. Her blonde hair fell in a mess of waves to her
waist, and a faint pink colored her cheeks.
A tugging
sensation pulled at Randroth’s heart. She looked like someone in trouble. He
stood. “Are you all right?”
The girl jerked.
Her head snapped up and around. She blinked wide green eyes at him, and the
pink in her cheeks drained to a terrified white. She lurched backwards.
“Wait!” Randroth
rushed to the door and captured her delicate wrist between his fingers. She
trembled under his touch. Or had she already been trembling? “How did you get
on this ship?”
The girl opened
and closed her mouth. “I…” She swallowed with an audible gulp. “I need to get
off the planet. My father…can you help me?”
The tug now
tried to yank Randroth’s heart in two. One end pummeled him with duty and
responsibility. He was supposed to stay on Andala and meet Desanthar’s
daughter. In the other direction, there was still no reason for the marriage.
The truth crumbled Randroth’s sense of duty. Forget trouble, this girl had the
look of a caged animal. She ran, maybe for her life. He couldn’t leave her to
fend for herself.
“Of course I
can,” Randroth said.
Relief fell over
the girl’s face like a curtain. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
A chill ran
through Randroth at the gratitude in her voice. An iron determination followed.
Whoever this girl’s father was, Randroth would do anything in his power to
protect her. He pulled her into the room until the door slid closed. “What is
your name?”
“Eliara,” the
girl said.
“A lovely name,”
Randroth said. It fit her well. He bowed his head. “I am Prince Randroth of
Belmret, at your humble service.”
Eliara’s emerald
eyes widened. “Prince?” She lurched into a bow. “Forgive me, Your Highness. I—”
“It is nothing.”
He tipped her chin up with one finger. A current like electricity seemed to
spark where his skin met hers. The current spiraled into a desire to pull her
closer, feel her delicate body against his. “Please,” his voice rasped with the
desire coursing through his blood, “call me Randroth.”

About
the Author:

 

M.T. DeSantis currently resides
in a small city on the U.S. eastern seaboard. When not writing, she can be
found practicing yoga, attempting to answer trivia questions at restaurants, or
plotting her next adventure.
Renewal
Oriana
Maret
 

Book Description:

She’ll brave the arms of
destruction to shed the arms that betrayed.
When Kestrel discovers Mercer is
alive and well, she embarks on a dangerous journey to escape the pain of his
jilt. When Mercer turns the tables, Kestrel discovers the true meaning of
betrayal, and the ultimate cost of love.
Excerpt Renewal:
Kestrel plucks
the buds from her ears and taps her temple. The ocular screen behind her eyes
flickers and cancels the antique film’s rolling credits. Her Galaxy Delivers
Inc. queue slides in place and flashes amber for her attention, but her vision
blurs. Next time when she’s supposed to be sorting Galaxy delivery jobs and not
doing her volunteer museum job she’ll preview a sci-fi meat-grinder like The
Whirling Vortex for the annual ancient films festival. She palms her eyes dry.
Not some thrashing B-list not happily-ever-after space-love pile of…
“Rot,” she
whispers.
A film in which
the leading lady dies of Veneda Syndrome is no romance. Veneda’s a horrible
illness of rogue cell necrosis. The Vortex’s star dies in her lover’s arms
within meters of the molecular diagnostic tool that could have saved her life.
The guy is no hero.
With a burst of
heat, Kestrel kicks the size twelve feet entangled with her size sevens. The
guy’s cubicle is in the next row over, and she’s never met him, so who cares?
“Hey!” His
complaint is muffled behind the tall gray partition. “Watch it.”
“Keep your feet
to yourself,” she mutters.
Unlike her
co-workers’ empty, gray desktops, hers is littered with antique novelties. All
gifts from him. Mercer.
Kestrel picks up
the tarnished silver spoon and taps the scented candle. A calendar of curling
paper the color of jaundiced skin leans against the back partition, and a
busted pair of wire rim glasses rest like a paperweight on top of her spacer
license.
Mercer helped
her earn the license. It’s worth spit these days because of Tabara Gold’s
desquamation. A sister planet that peels off chunks of its surface the size of
mountains tends to discourage transportation and trade.
She grips her
chair’s metal arms and rollers back because the room shrinks. Her cubicle
wedges into a precise row of ten cubicles in a room of ten rows. The room is
the in the bowels of a building stretching one hundred stories into the world’s
ocher skies. The circulator pump hisses chemicals smelling of antiseptic. She
sips air with shallow breaths.
The yellowed
calendar’s single digit number mocks her, and she can’t look away because
Mercer proposed marriage exactly one year ago. Then he disappeared. Now he’s
back.
The gossip
grills who document Adalon City’s social scene breathlessly welcome him home.
Apparently Mercer’s shadow is enough to send females ages two to
one-hundred-seventeen into vapes. Men want Mercer for cards, bar jaunts,
investment advice, jet races….
Three days have
passed since she’s learned he’s alive. Three. Days.
His silence
roars.
There’s only one
answer why he hasn’t blasted down her door and fallen to his knees to beg
forgiveness for agony she’s suffered. He regretted his proposal because she
never fit Adalon’s scene—that rarified air that makes the gossip grills
slather. His silence means she should move on with her life because he is.
Love is a like a
sponge. It absorbs and expands beyond its capacity, but when it dries up it’s
stiff and useless. Her friends say she just has to get back in the game—rewet
that sponge! If not for Tabara Gold’s annoying skin peel, she’d blast through
Adalon’s ochre skies, break clean of Jaster’s gravitational pull, and run and
run and never stop.
Instead, she’s
here.
Operators’ voices
hum as each processes color-coded delivery jobs. Giant boards rule the walls.
Electric blue letters flicker and scroll with jobs pouring in at a rate of two
every fifteen-point-three seconds. Topside, a swarm of Galaxy’s delivery jocks
in the company’s blue and gold receive the orders, upload the message or take
possession of the package, and speed away on jetters Adalon’s enforcers decry
as a public menace.
“Thrashing-A,
Kes,” Yallo’s voice drags her back. “You got a thrashing blue.”
Heads pop up. Blue…ah,
blue…rolls off every tongue.
Kestrel launches
to her feet. A job coded red is bound for Jaster’s far side; pink is for local
delivery. Blue—beautiful, brilliant, and rare blue—is OWDR: off-world delivery
required, baby. The blue’s five minutes old. She snatches her spacer license,
and the universe propels her into the lift.
Adalon’s
delivery industry is no place for swimmers afraid of sharks. Theodosia Galaxy’s
balls live in one tower, and her body in another. Theo will go for the other
companies’ jugulars to win the off-world job, especially since Tabara Gold
chokes Jaster’s economy.
Kestrel taps the
quarter-sized button marked 100, and the reflective gold doors slide shut.
She’s a big-eyed, tight-jawed slash of pale skin in loose clothing drenched in
shadows.
There’s only one
way to clear the dust of this past year’s desert experience. Theodosia will
want the blue’s fat commission, and Kestrel will fly the mother-thrashing
package down the throat of a black hole if it means putting space, and lots of
it, between her and Mercer.

About
the Author:

Oriana Maret is a science fiction
writer whose careers include the military, corporate sales and management in
cancer genetic diagnostics, and nonprofit brand management. She’ll earn an
M.F.A. in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in 2018.
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Demon Assassins by Ann Gimpel – Book Tour

04/08/17

 

 

Demon Assassins: 3 Book Series

Three full-length urban fantasy romances, each with its own Happy Ever After.
These books are also available as individual titles in e-book and print format.
Listen to Hollie Jackson narrate a snippet right here!
Witch’s Bounty
One of three remaining demon assassin witches, Colleen is almost the last of her kind. Along with her familiar, a changeling spirit, she was hoping for a few months of quiet, running a small magicians’ supply store in Fairbanks, Alaska. Peace isn’t in the cards, though. Demons are raising hell in Seattle. She’s on her way to kick some serious demon ass, when a Sidhe shows up and demands she accompany him to England to quell a demon uprising.
Witch’s Bane
Demons strike in the midst of Colleen’s wedding, and Roz launches desperate measures. As she shape-shifts to keep one step ahead of evil, it takes her mind off her other problems. Personal ones. She burned through a couple of marriages and hooked up with a string of loser men before, after, and in between. Though she wants to be happy for Colleen, the jealousy bug bit deep.
In Roz’s secret heart, she’s attracted to Ronin, one of the Daoine Sidhe. He’s so profanely beautiful she can barely breathe around him, but he’s also headstrong and arrogant. Not good partner material – unless she wants to end up dusting her heart off one more time.
Witches Rule
Jenna’s a special witch, sort of, when her magic works, which it often doesn’t. Frustration about her limited power eats at her. It would be pathetic to get killed for lack of skills a teenager could master.
Tristan is a Sidhe warrior. He fell hard for Jenna, but hasn’t had an opportunity to act on the attraction beyond a few kisses. Kiernan is haunted by visions, particularly an apocalyptic sending that seems to be coming true. A confirmed bachelor, he doesn’t understand his attraction to Jenna, but it’s so strong he can’t fight it. After a while, he doesn’t even try, despite recognizing Tristan’s claim to her.
Startling truths surface about Jenna’s magic, and then there’s the problem that she’s falling in love with two very different men.
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About the Author:

Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.
Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.
In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.
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Pink Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats by Carla Rehse

01/08/17


Pink Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats

Carla Rehse

Genre:  YA Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: 7-24-17
ISBN: 978-1546514534
Number of pages:  286
Word Count:  78k
Fashion. Dead bodies. And magic.
In this fantastical and mysterious tale, seventeen-year-old lock pick Gracie Mason finds herself inadvertently caught up in a world involving witches, bizarre rituals, romance—and murder.

Book Description:

Witches must bond with humans in order to produce children—and once the bond is made, it cannot easily be unmade.
Imagine seventeen-year-old Gracie Mason’s surprise when she accidently bonds with a witch named Asher. Sure, he’s cute, but that’s beside the point. She’s not going to settle for a guy just because she’s magically bound to him.
To dissolve the bond, Gracie must seek out another witch to perform a magical rite. However, matters become considerably more complicated when witches begin turning up dead. Wanting nothing more than to get on with her life, Gracie must now team up with her enchanter and wade deeper into a complex world of enchantment and intrigue.

Pink Lock Picks and Sequined Witch Hats is an enthralling story of magic, mystery, and murder—and each new twist will draw you further under its spell.


Excerpt:

Daddy told me
years ago that to succeed in life I need a strong plan, the right tools, and
the gumption to follow through. His words of wisdom helped me get elected
homecoming queen, become co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and voted on the
student council. Now I plan to use them to help me pull off my first burglary.
My plan is
solid. I’ve also never backed down from a challenge, not even last year when
Brittany Thomas became overly friendly with the entire football team in a sad
attempt to deprive me of my crown. People say I started the rumor about the
rash of STD cases spreading through the boys’ locker room faster than a brush
fire. I didn’t, of course. Why start gossip when the squad of doctors from the
local Health Department did it for me?
I take a deep
breath as I enter the Trinity Building. At almost four o’clock on a Friday
before a three-day weekend, the place is deader than a PTA meeting. It helps
that today is the hottest July first on record for Central Texas and the air
conditioning in this building is dismally subpar. The Trinity Corporation may
claim to have the most upscale rental space in town, but one look at the gold
leopard granite floor paired with peach-painted walls shows that’s a downright
fib.
The only guard
on duty leans back in his chair and sucks down a Sonic Route 44 Coke like his
life depends on it. I wave as I pass the security desk, wearing a megawatt
smile and fully confident in the strength of my lavender-scented Lavanila
deodorant—vegan, of course. Deputy Dawg gives me his usual perv stare before
returning to the comic book balanced on his knee.
Centex Therapy,
LPC occupies most of the first floor office space. A small bell tinkles when I
open the frosted glass door. What decorum the overall building lacks, the
waiting room has in spades. Brown leather chairs sit on a bamboo rug and pastel
paintings from local artists brighten the walls. A tall grandfather clock in
the corner softly chimes four times. This late on a Friday means the room is
empty of other patients. Perfect.
Jane, the
receptionist, fans herself with a copy of Country Living. “Cutting it awfully
close, Gracie. Go on in.”
Dr. McDozzle
gives me a pained smile as I enter the room.
“Good afternoon,
Miss Mason. Have a seat.” For a head shrinker, he’s incredibly formal. And a
non-Texan, who hates football and sweet tea. I haven’t learned much more about
him in the last month, but that’s enough to get him tarred and feathered if
word got out.
The leather
recliner squeaks when I sit down. “Thanks for seeing me on a Friday, Doc.” I
twirl a strand of newly highlighted platinum hair around my finger. It goes
wonderful with my bubblegum pink manicure. “Mr. Anderson, Daddy’s new lawyer,
is now insisting I have two sessions a month with you. Of course, Mama’s lawyer
says once a month is just fine, seeing how I’m such a well-adjusted high school
senior and all. Almost a senior, I guess, since school’s not started.”    
Dr. McDozzle
straightens his glasses. “Yes, well, your parents do seem to have quite the
barrage of attorneys involved in their divorce. Have you worked on the homework
I gave you during our last session?”
This is such a
waste of time. My parents have spent the last five years embroiled in a divorce
dirtier than a greased pig-wrestling contest. Both sides of the family have
more money than sense, much to the delight of every lawyer in the tri-county
area. Not that I want my parents to get back together. Anytime they’re within
spitting distance of each other, the tension between them gives me a migraine.
Besides, if they hadn’t split up, I never would’ve met Ben.
Ben’s the son of
Daddy’s ex-girlfriend. Until four months ago, they all lived together in
Daddy’s condo. Ben is a sophomore at the local college and is truly hot, in a
geeky, stud muffin, save-the-world, kinda way. Crushing on my almost
stepbrother might seem a bit sketchy, but it’s legal—I Googled it twice.
Which means it’s
time to start step one in my Get Ben Plan.
I toss my hair
over my shoulder before pulling out a pink glitter notebook from my Eiffel
Tower-shaped mini-purse.
“You wanted me
to write down my feelings about my parents’ shared custody thing. Honestly, I
don’t understand why the lawyers are so panty-twisted about me spending a week
with Mama and the next with Daddy. It means I get double the wardrobe. Hello?
What girl would say no to that? It’s way better than Heather’s situation. I
told you about her last time, I think. The girl with the hideous frizzed-out
curls but drives a cute BMW Z4 roadster? Anyway, her parents are insane.” I
continue a steady stream of babble until Dr. McDozzle’s eyes glaze over.   


There’s no
clocks in the room, but Dr. McDozzle keeps checking his watch. I’m sure the
poor man created a nice therapy plan for me, but I’ve completely derailed it.
Mama always says a girl has many tools to choose from in her arsenal—perfectly
curled hair, well-placed boobs, and endless chatter are my faves. Besides,
Daddy’s been paying therapists a fortune for years to show the divorce court
how concerned he is about me. Dr. McDozzle’s earning his car payment today.
 

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Although not a native Texan, Carla prides herself on having mastered the correct usage of  “y’all” and “bless your heart.”
Carla is owned by a persnickety kitty, who rules the computer keyboard and only allows Carla to write when demands for cat treats are met.

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Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab by Columbkill Noonan – Book Tour + #Giveaway

27/07/17



Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab

Columbkill Noonan

Genre: Mystery/Mythology
Publisher: Crooked Cat Books
Date of Publication: July 26, 2017
Number of pages: 273
Word Count: 84,467
Cover Artist: Adobe Stock/Lynea/Soqoqo
Tagline: Baker Street isn’t the only place in town

Book Description:

Barnabas Tew is a private detective struggling to make a go of it in Victorian London.
Fearing that he is not as clever as he had hoped to be, he is riddled with anxiety and plagued by a lack of confidence brought on in no small part by his failure to prevent the untimely deaths of several of his clients. Matters only get worse when Anubis, the Egyptian god of the dead, is referred to Barnabas by a former client (who perished in a terribly unfortunate incident which was almost certainly not Barnabas’ fault). Anubis sends for Barnabas (in a most uncivilized manner) and tells him that the scarab beetle in charge of rolling the sun across the sky every day has been kidnapped, and perhaps dismembered entirely.
The land of the dead is in chaos, which will soon spill over into the land of the living if Barnabas (together with his trusty assistant, Wilfred) cannot set matters to right.
Pulled from his safe and predictable (if unremarkable) life in Marylebone, Barnabas must match his wits against the capricious and dangerous Egyptian gods in order to unravel the mystery of the missing beetle and thereby save the world.

 

Excerpt:

“You see,” said
Anubis, “Khepre has gone missing. Are you familiar with Khepre?”
Barnabas shook
his head.
“Khepre is our
scarab beetle. He is responsible for rolling Ra across the sky every morning
and then down beneath the earth every night. Without Khepre the sun cannot
move. The sun will no longer rise and set as it should.”
“That is why it
is so hot in here?” ventured Barnabas, proud of his deductive skills. He had
noticed almost immediately how very bright the light was in this place and that
the air was intolerably stuffy.
“Exactly,” said
Anubis. “And if this continues for much longer, the heat and the constant daylight
will spill out onto the mortal world. There will be famine and death and chaos.
You can see that this must not happen.”
“Of course,”
agreed Barnabas. “That sounds perfectly dreadful.”

 

“Dreadful,
indeed,” said Anubis. “That is the task that I have for you. You must find
Khepre for us. The fate of the world depends upon it.”
 

About the Author:

Columbkill Noonan has an M.S. in Biology (she has, in turn, been a field biologist, an environmental compliance inspector, and a lecturer of Anatomy and Physiology).
When she’s not teaching or writing, she can usually be found riding her rescue horse, Mittens, practicing yoga (on the ground, in an aerial silk, on a SUP board, and sometimes even on Mittens), or spending far too much time at the local organic, vegan market.
  

 

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Echoes of Love by Tanith Davenport – Book Tour + #Giveaway

26/07/17


Echoes of Love
Tanith Davenport
Genre: Paranormal erotic romance
Publisher: Totally Bound
Date of Publication: 18 July 2017
ISBN: 978-1-78686-218-1
Number of pages: 52
Word Count: 13,845
Cover Artist: Posh Gosh
Tagline: Kala wants to catch a ghost. The ghost wants to catch her. What does Tor want?
Book Description:
Paranormal writer Kala Westenra, staying with her best friend Vika in Norway, is hunting for a new subject for an article, and finds it when she hears footsteps in the hall twenty minutes before Vika’s hot brother Tor Viitanen arrives home. This, Vika tells her, is the vardoger – a Norwegian ghost, a future echo which always precedes a person’s arrival.
Kala plans to stake out the hallway to catch the vardoger in the act – and is shocked when, on its arrival, it kisses her. Her feelings for Tor have been hidden ever since she first met him two years ago; could it be that the vardoger is acting on Tor’s secret desire for her?
As Kala and Tor work together to understand what is happening with the spirit, their longing for each other begins to overtake them – but the vardoger has more to show them than they expected…
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Tor reached over
the arm of the sofa, pulled up a cushion and threw it at her. Vika threw it
back, knocking over her wineglass at the same time.
“Here, let me
get you a refill.” Kala reached for the bottle, but it was empty. Vika stood
and made for the door, picking up her jacket from the hook on the back on her
way past.
“I’ll
run out and get another one. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”                           
Kala launched
the cushion after her, hitting the door instead.
“I can see why
you and my sister get on so well.” Tor raised an eyebrow. “You’re both drunks.”
“Oh, shut up.
I’m still technically a student. I can drink if I like.”
“Soon to be a
writer and they drink a lot, too, I’ve heard.”
Kala laughed. “I
don’t know about journalists, though. Although I’d quite like to be a writer,
too—novels or something. I don’t know what kind yet.”
“I’ll keep my
eyes open for your hot new release.”
Ooh.
Kala held his
gaze, her insides stirring strangely. Maybe it was the alcohol, but there was
something in the words hot release that made a rush of heat flow through her
body, her skin tingling.
After a long moment,
Tor spoke again. “So, Vika thinks you need a man.”
“I don’t need a
man. I may want a man.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Something flickered across Tor’s face, his eyes glowing. He shifted onto his
knees, leaning over the arm of the sofa, his face close to hers. “What sort of
man do you want?”
“Oh, you know.
We hotshot journalists don’t like to be tied down.” Kala gave him a taunting
look, leaning closer to him so that their faces were almost touching. “Tall,
dark, commitment-phobic. That’ll do me.”
“I can help you
there.”
A sudden rush of
movement and Tor’s mouth was on hers.
This is a bad
idea. He’s Vika’s brother.
But somehow she
no longer cared and Tor was right here and he was moving, moving over the arm
of the sofa as they were still kissing, then his body was pressing down onto
hers and they were still—
To hell with it,
she thought and arched up against him, tangling her fingers in his hair.
She felt his
hard cock through his jeans as it brushed against her leg, sending a dart of
wet heat straight to her cunt. His hands ran down, caressing her neck, her
shoulders, cupping her breasts and rolling his thumbs over her nipples through
her bra.
Oh, God—
Then the sound
of the lock clicking.
Immediately, Tor
rolled off her and onto the floor, twisting round to position himself back at
the side of the sofa. Kala sat up and ran a hand through her hair.
Shit, that was
close.

 

“Here’s the
wine,” Vika announced as she came through the door, shopping bag in hand. “I
got back as fast as I could.”
 
About the Author:
Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writers’ Scheme. Her debut novel “The Hand He Dealt” was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith’s idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

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Dead and Delicious by Tara West – Book Tour

20/07/17

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Dead and Delicious

Tara West

 

Genre: PNR


Release Date: July 17, 2017

Book Description:

Two zombies and one skeleton on a road trip to Vegas to kill a witch, stop an apocalypse, and rescue their friends from the belly of a shadow dragon.

 

Nothing weird about that.
 
Five things I learned while being a fallen angel zombie:
 
1. Duct tape works better than embalming.
 
2. Alopecia is not my favorite hairstyle.
 
3. Fried demons smell like bacon.
 
4. This brain breath is affecting my love                  life.
 
5.  Nothing ruins a honeymoon like an apocalypse.
 
 
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Excerpt:

“Omigod,
Ash?”
            I turned at the sound of a familiar
nasally whine. Dear Lord in heaven, it couldn’t be. But it was. Travis Jones,
aka my jerk ex-boyfriend, who’d left me for our chain-smoking cougar law
professor.
            I flashed a forced smile. “Oh, hey,
Travis. Long time no see.”
            “It talks.” His skanky sugar mama,
displaying the latest desperately-clinging-to-youth fashion, camel-toe skinny
jeans, a frilly little girl top, and suede stiletto boots, gaped at me as if I
was the one with a crotch gap the size of the Grand Canyon.
            “Of course I talk.” I jutted a stiff
fist on my hip. “I’m undead, not brain dead.” I took a step forward, scowling
at the basket Travis clutched in his bony fingers. “The world is ending, and
you take alcohol, condoms, and cigarettes?”
            Travis grabbed a champagne bottle
out of his basket, aiming it at me like he was wielding a baseball bat. “Don’t
come any closer.”
            “Thanks.” I lunged forward,
snatching the bottle out of his hands. No surprise, he didn’t put up a fight.
I’d forgotten how puny his arms were. I was so used to Aedan’s meaty biceps
that Travis’s toothpicks, sticking out of his T-shirt, made him look like an
elementary schoolboy compared to my husband. I waved the bottle in Travis’s
face, laughing under my breath as his eyes followed the movement like Pavlov’s
dog. “It’s our wedding day, and we haven’t celebrated yet.”
            Travis stepped back, quaking like he
was mid-seizure. “Y-you’re married?”
            “Yes.” I nodded at Aedan, who placed
a hand on my shoulder. “This is my husband, Aedan O’Connor. He’s a grim
reaper.” I smiled up at my handsome groom. “Aedan, this is Travis, my
ex-boyfriend.”
            Aedan didn’t utter a word. He didn’t
have to. The look he shot Travis said it all.
            “Um, hi,” Travis squeaked.
            Aedan nodded at the skank, who
needed to touch up her gray roots and remove the fake mole that looked like a
tick was eating her face. “Travis, you and your mother need to find shelter.
It’s going to get ugly.”
            Mrs. Cougar Club actually had the
nerve to gasp. “I’m not his mother!” She stomped a heel on the polished
concrete, the sound ricocheting to the rafters.
            My attention was drawn to the nasty
creature with what appeared to be a dislocated jaw. That didn’t seem to deter
his mission as he hobbled toward Travis, blood and drool hanging down his chin.
The poor guy’s arm had fallen out of the socket, and he didn’t have any duct
tape. I almost felt sorry for him.
            “There’s a zombie behind you,” I
said casually, as if I was warning Travis the zipper shielding his three-inch
pecker was down.
            Travis spun around, screamed like a
little girl, and jumped behind his girlfriend.
            “Oh, Travis. What did I ever see in
you?” I heaved an overly-dramatic sigh and set the champagne bottle on a
display. I wasn’t in the mood for alcohol, anyway, unless it was spiked with
blood and brains.
            “Step aside,” Aedan grumbled,
pushing Travis before slicing off the zombie’s head.
            I laughed when the head rolled in
front of Travis and his girlfriend. Mrs. Cougar didn’t think it was too funny,
though. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slumped to the floor.
Travis didn’t even try to catch her.
            I tossed Travis a scowl before
thumbing at Aedan. “That is how real men kill zombies. Grow a set.”
            I was a little too stiff to turn on
my heel and sashay away, so I did the next best thing. I let out a rancid burp,
blowing rotten squirrel and bloody beef breath at Travis, smiling when his pale
face turned a diaper-doo green. Then I turned, looped an arm through Aedan’s,
and walked away. Damn, that had felt good.
            Aedan stopped me as we came to the
broken glass doors. “Hang on. You have another maggot.”
            He wiped my eye. No wonder it had
been itching me. I figured it was seasonal allergies, but no, just another
worm. “Thanks, honey.” I beamed up at my big, strong hero. “I feel bad making
you pick off all my maggots.”
            “For better or for worse,” he said
with a wink, looking sexier than should be legal as he leaned against his
scythe, scanning the outside. “Remember?”
            “Of course I remember.” I stood on
stiff toes and kissed his cheek. “And you’ve already proven that ten times
over.”
            He reached for my hand. “I’ll keep
proving it for the rest of eternity.”


            Awww. Nobody made my zombie heart
flutter like my husband.
***

 

About the Author:

 
Tara West writes books about dragons, witches, and handsome heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. She’s willing to share her dragons, witches and heroes. Keep your hands off her chocolate.
 
Tara West’s young adult and new adult romances have been Kindle bestsellers. A former high school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing the Texas coast.
 
 
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Fighting Disease with Whole Food Nutrition By S. Diane Barry – Book Tour

19/07/17


Fighting Disease with Whole Food Nutrition

My Journey Fighting HIV with Whole Food Nutrition, Herbs and Spices

By S. Diane Barry

Book Description:

I was diagnosed with HIV in January 2005.
Over twelve years later, I’m healthy and doing well.
I don’t have AIDS. My numbers are great.
I did this without prescription medications.
How?
By fighting HIV with whole food nutrition, herbs, spices, and healthy lifestyle choices.
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***
Excerpt:
There are many alternative
therapies. I believe that food is the best medicine. Nothing outrageous but a
healthy diet of fresh foods, full of nutrition, is a good start. 
Herbs and spices
offer medicinal qualities that science seeks to replicate and reproduce. I
believe in Mother Nature and choose the most natural options I can afford. Many
will argue about the cost of health foods, but I will argue about the cost of
health care -a cost I do not have!  I
often have to remind myself I am HIV positive.  I am undoubtedly healthier than most of the
people I know. I take no prescription medications other than an occasional
muscle relaxer for neck pain.  I even
rely on a capsaicin or cayenne rub for topical use instead of taking a pill. I
only use the medication as a last resort.
Prevention vs. cure
is an excellent battle plan if you’re serious about living healthy.
There are many
other things that may contribute to my body holding this virus at bay. I am not
a cigarette smoker. I am a Vegetarian.  I
never was a clean freak, so I don’t use noxious chemicals to clean and
pesticides are not my style.
***
  

About the Author:

It’s 2017 and 12 years after my HIV diagnosis I am still healthy and on no prescription meds for HIV.
I wrote Fighting Disease with Whole Food Nutrition to start a discussion about healthy choices that save lives. Because no one seems to care about that. Not the doctors or specialists, or anyone I tried to contact to expand on why I am so healthy despite being HIV positive.
The answer is food. Real food. Not processed, microwaved, filled with preservatives and chemically created vitamins food. Real, whole, fresh food.
You are what you eat. Eat healthy to be healthy.



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Withhold by Andrea Pearson – Release Day Blitz + Tour #Giveaway

18/07/17

 


Withhold

Mosaic Chronicles

Book Nine

Andrea Pearson

Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Andrea Pearson
Date of Publication: July 18, 2017
ASIN: B072BFQ1QX
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Andrea Pearson

Book Description:

With the lives of everyone she holds dear at stake, will Nicole be able to do what it takes to stop the evil surrounding her?
In the ultimate battle between good and evil, Nicole is in a race to stop Keitus before he achieves his plans. If he succeeds, he will crush everyone who has opposed him and enslave Earth and countless other planets. Unfortunately, he is only minutes away from his goal.
With so much at stake, Nicole and her friends must approach Helen, a volatile and dangerous spirit who will probably destroy them regardless of whether she gives them what they want. And the chances of her helping them are slim.
Fast-paced and epic magical fights, exciting plot twists, and non-stop action and adventure await. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on for the explosive, much-anticipated conclusion to the award-winning and bestselling Mosaic Chronicles.
Tagline: With the lives of everyone she holds dear at stake, will Nicole be able to do what it takes to stop the evil surrounding her?
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About the Author:

 

Andrea Pearson is an avid reader and outdoor enthusiast who plays several instruments, not including the banjo. She is the author of many full-length novels and novellas. Writing is the chocolate of her life – it is, in fact, the only thing she ever craves. Being with her family is where she’s happiest, and she loves thunderstorms, the ocean, hiking, public speaking, painting, and traveling.

Tour Giveaway/Bonus

 
Readers-  To receive your download bonuses, forward your proof of download (a
confirmation email or a screenshot) to withholdbonuses@gmail.com
Bonuses include:
Discern and Praxis (first two
books in the series)
Hope(less) and (Mis)fortune by Melissa Haag
Nemesis by KJ Pike
A fantasy book by Bryan Cohen (title forthcoming)
Bachelor of science degree from Katon University
(the university characters attend to learn magic)
Coloring pages
Word search
Fantasy illustration by Andrea’s husband (James E.
Curwen, professional illustrator)

 

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Closer Than Yesterday by S.W. Frontz – Book Tour + #Giveaway

18/07/17

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Closer Than Yesterday

Land’s End Series

Book Three

S.W. Frontz

Genre:  mystery, romantic suspense
Date of Publication: April 21, 2017
ISBN: 978-1544728582
ASIN: B071RHTWSL
Number of pages: 206
Word Count: 62,212
Cover Artist:  S.W. Frontz

Book Description:

Samantha Patrick’s cousin Sarah has lived with an abusive husband for thirty years. After a brutal attack, she finally finds the courage to leave. Sarah goes to Land’s End looking for safety and comfort with her family on this small, idyllic island but the horror is not over yet. Someone is stalking Sarah. Is it the abusive husband or someone else? Will Land’s End be the place where Sarah finds new life, or it will be where it ends?
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Excerpt:      

Prologue
Johnson City, TN April 25, 2016
Leslie Jennings
carefully folded the last of her husband’s shirts and zipped up the
suitcase.  She picked it up, struggling
as she did.  Leslie was only 5’2, and
very slim.  The suitcase was almost as big
as she.  Leslie managed to get it to the
floor, where she raised the handle and rolled it to the top of the stairs.  Now she had to get it downstairs without
making too much noise.  Carter would
accuse her of trying to destroy his Louis Vuitton luggage.   After ten minutes of pulling the luggage
down one stair at a time, Leslie finally rolled it to the front door.  She ran quickly back upstairs and grabbed his
garment bag.  She had already packed this
and she hurried back downstairs.  
She was waiting
by the luggage when Carter came downstairs, his briefcase hanging from his
shoulder.  He was dressed in a sharp gray
suit, white dress shirt, and patterned gray tie.  Leslie studied him while he glanced through
his phone.   Carter was of average
height, with graying brown hair and eyes.
He had sharp features and rarely smiled.
His only pleasure was making a sale.
He owned a real estate company and it was very successful.  They had been married for thirty years and
they had no children.
Carter didn’t
like kids, so they didn’t have any. He glanced up from his phone and gave
Leslie the once-over.  She was wearing
her scrubs, ready to go to work at the hospital after she dropped Carter off at
the airport.  She worked the seven p.m.
to seven a.m. shift when he was gone on business trips.  He thought if she worked at night, she
wouldn’t be out doing anything else. She didn’t know why it mattered if she was
seeing anyone or not. 
He was not the
affectionate type and most of the time he acted like he hated Leslie. It wasn’t
an issue anyway, Leslie didn’t go anywhere outside of work and her
grandmother’s house. The only people she talked to were her co-workers and her
grandmother Jody.  Carter didn’t allow
her to socialize with anyone other than someone he approved, and he didn’t
approve of anyone. “Looks like you’re ready to go.  Is this all my stuff?” 
Carter waved his
hand over the luggage. Leslie nodded.
“Yes, that’s it.  I packed
everything you had on the list.” Carter picked up his garment bag and gestured
for Leslie to get his suitcase.  She
picked it up and carried it to the car waiting right outside the door in their
driveway that curved around the front of the house.  She couldn’t roll it; Carter would get
upset.  She managed to get it in the
trunk of his Mercedes.   He got in the
driver’s side and Leslie in the passenger side.
Silently they drove out of the subdivision.
Carter finally
spoke when they had gotten to the highway. “Tell me your schedule,” he
commanded. “After I drop you off, I’m going home to get my car.  I’ll put yours in the garage.  Then, I’m going to Jody’s to fix her supper,
then I’m off to work.  I work the night
shift.  I get off at seven a.m.  I’ll go back to Jody’s and fix her breakfast,
then home for a few hours of sleep.  Then
I’ll get up and complete the to-do list that you made.”
Carter nodded in
satisfaction.  “Very good.  I approve.” Leslie stared out the
window.  How she would love to hit him
right in his arrogant face. 
Well, that was
all going to change tonight.  When she
finally made it to work tonight, she was going to leave her cell there.  Carter had a tracking app on it.  She had already spoken to her supervisor and
he had promised that he would help Leslie in any way that he could.  
Leslie was going
to get on a Greyhound bus tonight and start her journey away from Carter.  She had been saving money for months, a
little at a time and squirreling it away at Jody’s.  She would go get the money and see Jody one
more time. After that, she was going to leave her car at the bus terminal and
take the bus to Memphis, rest, get on another bus to New Orleans, and slowly
make her way around the southeast coast to a little island town in North
Carolina called Land’s End.
Leslie had heard
Jody talk about the little town for years.
Leslie’s first cousin, Samantha, lived there with her husband, Andy, who
was also the sheriff of the town.  Samantha
had never contacted Jody, but through the internet, Leslie had been able to
track them down for Jody. Even though she knew where they were, Jody wouldn’t
contact her.  She was waiting for
Samantha to come to her. She knew what Samantha had been through, and Jody
didn’t want to bring back sad memories to Samantha until she was ready.  Leslie thought it was a good a place as any
to start over.  Maybe she and Samantha
could become friends. Carter didn’t know about Samantha.  Jody had quite a bit of money and owned a
large historical home.
Carter thought
that Leslie was going to inherit all of it.
He didn’t mind if Leslie took care of Jody, in fact, he insisted that
she go there before and after work.  If
he knew that there was someone else to split the inheritance with, he would be
very angry with Leslie, even though it wasn’t her fault. Leslie was tired of
being the recipient of his anger.  When
they first married, she wasn’t aware of his violent temper or that he was a
control freak.  She thought that the
reason he watched her every move and told her what to wear, who to be friends
with, etc., was because he cared about her.
Her parents had
died when Leslie was ten. Her grandmother had taken her in and raised her.  Leslie loved Jody, but she had missed her
parents, especially her father terribly. That was one of the things that had
attracted her to Carter.  He was several
years older than she was.  He owned his
own business, home and he was very settled and mature for a man in his early
thirties.  
The first time
she did something he didn’t approve of they had been married for a year. He had
backhanded her and bruised her cheek so badly that she had to wear pancake
makeup for over a week.  It took her
while to figure out what set him off, but over the years she had managed to get
into his routine and kept herself from getting hurt.
They were
getting close to the airport and Carter started droning out instructions to
her.  She could recite what he was
telling her in her sleep; but she answered him in the way he liked for her to
respond. No sense in getting him upset.
It was so close for time for her to leave; she could deal with him for a
few more minutes. He pulled up in front of the doors in the unloading zone.  Leslie got out and waited for him to open the
trunk.  She handed him his garment bag,
then pulled his suitcase out.  He took
the handle from her. “I’ve got it from here.
Get my car home and put away.  I
will see you in a week.” 


Without any
further words, he went inside the terminal and Leslie got in to drive his car
home. He had always told her that he would kill her if she left.  When she had celebrated her 55th birthday in
January, Leslie had known that this year was the year she had to leave.  Living like this was killing her, and she
deserved a chance for happiness sometime in her life.

About the Author:

S.W. Frontz is the author of the Land’s End Series, which includes: When the Morning Comes, Don’t Look Back, and Closer Than Yesterday.  S.W. is a native of Charlotte, NC but was raised in East Tennessee, where she still resides with her husband, Rusty, of 21 years, and their furbaby, Mandy.
S.W. has been an avid reader since a child.  Her favorite genres are mystery, suspense, and Southern humor.  Favorite authors include John Sanford, Erica Spindler, Karen Robards, Lee Childs, James Lee Burke, and Fannie Flagg.   
S.W plans on continuing the Land’s End Series, at least for a few more books.  Book four is in the first draft stage.
S.W. is a nominee for the 2017 Top Female Author and a member of the Southeastern Writer’s Association.

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