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Not A Prefect Fit by Jane A. Schmidt – Book Tour + #Giveaway

11/04/17

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Not A Perfect Fit
by Jane A. Schmidt
Genre: Heartwarming Humorous Short Stories
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Not a Perfect Fit is a collection of stories that are laugh-out-loud
funny one minute and thought-provoking the next. Stories range from
Schmidt’s experience living off-grid as the only English woman in
an Amish neighborhood to family trips that are remarkably similar to
National Lampoon’s Vacation. Through it all, she manages to rise
above the many challenges she faces—inspiring and entertaining her
audience along the way. Filled with animal antics, gratitude,
mishaps, and madcap adventures, Not a Perfect Fit’s tell-all,
single-girl-gone-country, down-home stories give readers permission
to laugh and cry—and, most important, to carry on.
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Backyard Camping with Dad

 

I’m a believer that you don’t have to travel far to get away. I may have picked up this attitude from my dad. He was big on taking me camping . . . in the backyard. And although we loaded up the green station wagon and went on family adventures every summer, it’s the trips to the backyard that I recall the most fondly.

I remember the musty smell of my dad’s old green army tent. The tent was rolled up tight and neat in a dark green army bag. When we unrolled it, a skinny bag stored in the middle would fall out with a thud.

Looking back, I see that there was always an order to how things got done when my dad was doing them. Hindsight tells me this was his military training.

Before we set up the tent, my dad would mow the grass. Next, he would lay down a piece of tarp that was cut perfectly to fit under the tent. Then he’d ceremoniously roll the tent out onto the tarp. Everything lined up neatly, just the way my dad tried to get me to make my bed.

The skinny bag held all the heavy wooden poles that needed to be fitted together. Two of them went inside the tent and were responsible for holding the tent up. Once those were in place, I had to help pull out each corner of the tent so my dad could anchor it to a huge metal stake that he pounded into the ground. It took forever to set those stakes and get the tent to stand at attention. I seemed to always trip, fall, or crash into, onto, or over one of those primitive stakes or tent lines when I had to get out of the tent for anything.

The poles inside the tent were challenging to maneuver around. My dad would use the one near our heads to hang a flashlight from. Once the tent was up, we’d fill a cooler with pop for me, Pabst Blue Ribbon for my dad, and pretzel rods for the two of us. I’d put my pajamas on and crawl head first into the tent on my belly, trying not to knock out the poles and wiggling my shoes off as I went. Shoes were always left outside the tent.

Once we were both settled, we’d play endless games of Crazy Eights by flashlight. I’d always fall asleep before saying good night, which meant that our nightly ritual—a prayer followed by “Good night, alligator; after a while, crocodile”— never made it out of the house and into the tent.

I remember the thickness of the flannel-lined sleeping bags, and how they got wet when it rained (because the rain never failed to leak into the canvas tent). I also remember making a mad dash for the house when my dad gave up trying to dam up the pools of water that would collect underneath our tired bodies.

Many nights were beautiful, however, and we’d lie with our heads pointed toward the door flap so we could stare out into a star-filled sky. I remember to this day where the

Big Dipper would appear on a cloudless night: right over my pet rabbit Thumper’s cage.

Sometimes when I’m driving home from work, I find myself looking into backyards and searching for tents or for children playing. This ritual with my dad was priceless, as was playing outside with the neighborhood children. When I got older and had sleepovers, my friends and I often chose to sleep outside, and my dad would still help me set up the tent. As an adult I continue to prefer sleeping in a tent with my head on the ground.

It’s just about tent season, and I’m planning my first backpacking trip of the year. I’m hoping for less mud on the trails this May and more star-filled nights. When I crawl into my tent, I’ll be sure to be thinking of my dad and thanking him for instilling in me an appreciation of the wonders of sleeping outdoors. I’ll also be thankful that my tent doesn’t leak—or have wooden poles inside!

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JANE A. SCHMIDT is a columnist and the owner of two businesses, Fitness
Choices and Turtle Adventures. When not teaching her fitness classes
or encouraging women to get outside, she spends her time backpacking
in places like the Grand Canyon, Superior Hiking Trail, and Isle
Royale National Park; biking across Wisconsin; hiking and kayaking in
the Kickapoo Valley Reserve; or just hanging out with her animal
family in rural Viola, Wisconsin.
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Chase Me by Sharon Kleve – Release + #Giveaway

08/04/17

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Quirky, Private Investigator, Sage McGuire, solves missing person
cases. Sergeant Carter Morgan of the Portland Police Department solves violet
crimes. Can they keep each other out of trouble while falling head-over-heels
in love?
 


Sage McGuire has a great job she loves. All
that changes in the blink of an eye when her long-time boss, Mr. Smithfield,
has an accident involving an over-sized rubber band. Mr. Smithfield’s
semi-worthless son, Daniel, takes over Smithfield Laboratories and Sage
rethinks her career choice.

Sergeant Carter Morgan of the Portland Police Department solves
violent crimes and sexy pinecone scent
and black leather pants rev Sage’s engine.

 Sage’s wild spirit, crazy red hair, and sense
of humor take Carter for the ride of his life.

Available here:

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Excerpt:

Bridget
leaned toward me and nodded in that direction. “He’s been sitting by himself
for a while. A dance with that fine man could take your mind off just about
anything.”
Ophelia
winked. “You should give him a try.”
“You think?” We laughed until we
about peed our pants. I noticed he was watching us with a grin that spread
across his sexy face. “Oh shit. I think he heard us.”
“Good. You deserve a little fun after
the week you’ve had,” Bridget insisted.
“Well, I’ve seen my share of gorgeous
men, but that guy is smok’n hot.” I looked heavenward and giggled.
“Oh boy, is he ever,” Bridget and
Ophelia said in unison and fanned their faces.
“I’m going to give him my, ‘you can buy me a drink’ look and see
what he does.”
All of a sudden Bridget rolled her
eyes toward the bar. “Holy moly, he’s coming this way. That worked fast. I
should try that maneuver,” Bridget whispered.
“Me too.” Ophelia got out a pen and
small notepad from her purse and wrote down what I had done and then tucked her
notes into her purse.
Bridget and I stared at her. Her face
turned crimson.
“We always come up with great ideas
over margaritas, but I can never remember what they are in the morning. From
now on, I’m writing them down. Hopefully they’ll make sense in the morning.”
 

Sharon Kleve’s Bio:

Sharon Kleve was born and raised in Washington and currently lives on the Olympic
Peninsula with her husband.
 

Sharon is a multi-published author of contemporary romance. She loves romance. She
loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about
romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in
each other’s arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily
ever after they deserve—with a few bumps and bruises along the way.

 

One of her favorite things to do is pick up a new book and sink into the story,
immersing herself in the emotions between the characters. She hopes to inspire
her readers the same way her favorite authors have inspired her.

 

When not writing, she can usually be found either curled up in her recliner with her
cat and a good book, or in the kitchen baking sourdough bread or bagels.

 

Leave a comment and I’ll enter you to win 1 of 3 eBook copies of my new release. I’ll pick the winner’s on April 15th.

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Between Venus and Mars by S.C.Mitchell

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THE SOUL MATE TREE, BOOK THREE 

BETWEEN VENUS AND MARS

AUTHOR: S. C. Mitchell

GENRE: Science Fiction Romantic Comedy

HEAT LEVEL: Steamy

An intergalactic adventure filled with laughs, love, and adventure.

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An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

About the Book:

Once Upon a Galaxy . . .

Zana Starchild is on a mission to restore her tribe’s livestock and save herself from one more meal of kelp. Sure, it’s technically illegal to visit Old Earth, but to a rim rat like Zana, galactic laws are really just guidelines. Her wrecked starship just means she’ll need to use her backup plan to get off the abandoned world, an old Earth legend her uncle passed down to her.

Pulled from a relaxing shower, across the galaxy to Old Earth, Galactic Marshall Kyle Kepler finds himself naked and marooned with a quirky rim rat. Zana’s broken more laws than Kyle can count, and he plans to arrest her, just as soon as he can find transport off the planet and a pair of pants.

A junk heap of a starship, a magical tree, and a roving gang of mutant kangaroos are just the beginning of rollicking intergalactic journey filled with laughs, love, and adventure.

Amazon Link: Between Venus and Mars

When series collide: Between Venus and Mars is not only set the multi-dimensional worlds of the Soul Mate Tree legend, but also ties into my Hearts in Orbit series, a futuristic universe filled with starships, aliens, and new technologies. And, of course, romance. The Soul Mate Tree project offered me a great way to play with some new characters and further develop my universe, while partnering with some of the best authors in the business.

The Hearts in Orbit universe is a place where galactic marshals keep the peace in the cosmopolitan Core Worlds as well as the wild-west type rim world planets. While this book works as a standalone, and you don’t have to have read any of the others, I consider it Hearts in Orbit 2.5, fitting nicely between Pirates of the Dark Nebula and my soon-to-be-released Hearts in Orbit 3 novel Captives of the Kratzen.

Series Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016DF63JM/

About the Author

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Hidden strengths, adventurous hearts.

S.C.Mitchell grew up an avid reader of comic books, science fiction and fantasy literature. He’s been writing stories for over thirty years. In 2010 he left his job as a computer desktop support specialist to pursue his passion for writing full time. He is a member of the Romance Writers of America as well as the Wisconsin chapter.

As a writer of paranormal and sci-fi romance, fantasy, and science fiction, Steve crafts unique and wondrous worlds where his characters explore, romp, and fall in love. Whether traveling through dark, demon filled dimensions, the edge of wild space, or ancient mythological heavens, his heroes and heroines, guided by their adventurous hearts, discover hidden strengths on their pathway to enduring love.

What motivates S.C.Mitchell to write

For as long as I can remember I’ve had stories running through my head. Comic book super heroes prompted amazing adventures. The 60’s moon shots took me to outer space. And a hulking barbarian named Conan brought me to an age undreamed of. Fantasy and science fiction were my escapes from the ordinary. To this day I love crafting worlds and setting my characters loose in them. I can’t wait to get up each morning and see what those characters are going to do next.

You’ll find him at:

http://scmitchellauthor.com/

Blog: http://scmitchellauthor.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSCMitchell

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorSMitchell

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007D0Z1MW

Additional info:

Videos:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV0BQCcwhfk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdtFXXlGvbk

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Whose Reality is this Anyway? by David Luddington – #Book Tour + #Giveaway

23/11/16
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Whose Reality Is This Anyway?
by David Luddington
Genre : Humor, Satire, Fantasy

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Reading David Luddington is like “Like reading your favourite sitcom.”
– Nigel Planer

“The funniest book of the year.”
– Claire Ashton, Editor the Book Reviewer.

Retired stage magician turned professional mystic debunker, John Barker, finds his sceptical beliefs under fire when he encounters a strange man who claims to be Merlin. After several unsuccessful attempts to rid himself of his increasingly unpredictable companion, John finally relents and agrees to assist in the man’s crazy mission, to find the true grave of the mythical King Arthur.
Following a hidden code contained within the text of a soft porn novel, they gather a growing entourage of hippies, mystic seekers and alien hunters as they leave a trail of chaos across the south west of England. When the group comes to the attention of a TV Reality Show producer looking to make a fast profit out of harmless eccentrics and fading celebrities, John decides it’s time to take charge and prove one way or the other, the identity of this mysterious person who claims to be a fictional wizard.
“Whose reality is this anyway?” is a warm-hearted tale of what it means to be an individual and to follow one’s dreams. With his trademark cast of oddball characters and absurd situations, David Luddington once more transports us into a world where who you are is more important than what you are.

“David Luddington epitomizes the elusive quality of writing that he perpetuates – the British Comedy.” – Grady Harp

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In case you don’t know, I write comedy. Gentle British comedy. Having grown up with P.G. Wodehouse, the Ealing Comedies and the Carry On movies I like to think I’ve captured the essence of traditional British Humour but brought it firmly into the… where are we now? No… Not going to think about that.
I also write to a theme. I write about identity, the personae we use to identify ourselves in the world and what happens when that’s suddenly taken from us. Who are we when the wave we’ve been riding all these years dumps us on the shores of Couldn’t-Care-Less and moves on? Having been dumped by two big waves I do feel somewhat of an authority.
Primarily I write comedy because I want people to laugh a bit more. I believe in Hope and Second Chances and like to bring a positive feel to my writing. And it doesn’t matter if the glass is half empty or half full as long as it’s still got at least some beer in it. Although if you’re looking for cruel, biting satire then please buy my books anyway. You’ll be disappointed but I need the money.
So, about me. I currently live in the Alpujarras in Southern Spain. I’m here on a fact finding mission for my next book. At least that’s what’s going on my tax return. I am fortunate enough to have been given a second chance at life. Having spent most of my working life in Sales and Marketing, at all levels and many different industries, I was finally dumped one last time when the industry I was in found it could no longer survive so much government help and finally collapsed.
I now live in a funny little house in a strange little valley with my wife and soulmate (Just hope they never bump into each other), one dog and an indeterminate number of cats.

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This weeks guest on the Author’s blog is Stacy Hoff with her new release ‘Jockeying For You’.

Today my guest on the Authors Blog is a lovely and very talented lady, Stacy Hoff. She is here today to give us a sneak peak into her new novel ‘Jockeying For You’.

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Book Blurb

Jake Carter is on a mission—to prove his family wrong. He may have bought a troubled horse, but he’s hired Ryder Hannon, a “horse whisperer,” to get his horse back on track.  She’s more than just a trainer to him, she’s the woman he’s been looking for.

Ryder Hannon, a thoroughbred horse trainer, has a big problem—fighting her fear of racing again. Her emotional scars run deeper than her physical ones. But her romantic feelings towards handsome, uber-rich, stable owner Jake Carter is a bigger problem.  Is Jake truly in love with her or is he using her to get back at his smug family? ­

When Jake’s jockey gets injured, he wants Ryder to race. He knows deep down she wants to live up to her family’s legacy. So why does she keep fighting him—and her destiny—so hard?

What motivates an author

Tracey A. Wood asked me to write about what motivates me. I had never thought about this question before. I have always written stories as a compulsion, never giving much thought to why I was writing in the first place.

I have always been a creative individual. Even as a kid I was active in the arts, and wrote stories as well. For me, the creative process is a large part of who I am. I find happiness by picking up a paintbrush or a pen. I rarely give thought to starting a project—it’s just something I naturally do.

The hard part is when I’m trying to not only to please myself, but to please others as well. It’s here when standards are imposed and craft skills must kick in. It makes me function on two levels—both as the creative and the critic.

Lately I’ve devoted way more time to writing than art. Functioning at my highest level of ability takes a lot of time and effort. It’s a good thing I deeply enjoy the creative process; I can see why some authors get burned out living up to this high standard.

So long as I balance my writing with the other responsibilities in my life (being a mom, wife, and full-time lawyer) I stay motivated, and I’m grateful for that. Because it’s much better to work with my muse than to fight it.

What motivates you?

Wow, Thank you for that insite in what motivates you Stacy. 

If you wold like to read more of ‘Jockeying For You’. Here is an excerpt.

Mindy shot out, “Wow. Check out Mr. Gorgeous.”
Ryder’s brow wrinkled. She didn’t know any horse by the name of “Mr. Gorgeous.”
Ryder turned to peer down the path and quickly realized Mindy was referring to a man. Jake. He was, however, leading a horse that had to be the animal equivalent of a gorgeous man. In fact, both males truly were stunning. “The man is Jake Carter. The horse is Handsome Dancer. Mr. Carter wants me to check him out for possible training.”
Mindy burst out laughing. “Training which one of those studs? I hope for your sake it’s the man.”
Ryder bit back a burst of laughter. Sure, Mindy was funny but laughing like a lunatic would not portray her as a professional when Jake arrived.
“Better yet,” Mindy continued with a wicked grin, “forget you, I’m willing to take Jake Carter for a ride.”
“Mindy, cut it out, will you? This is business.” Ryder frowned. “And that was way too much information anyway.”
Mindy laughed harder. “Hey, you asked.”
“I didn’t ask,” Ryder shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you going to act crazy around him or will you pretend to be a normal person?”
Lenny suddenly appeared from a stall so quietly Ryder jumped in surprise. “Act normal around who?”
“Lenny! Stop popping up like that,” Ryder protested. “Why don’t you ever say when you’re in the stall next to us?”
Mindy squinted at him. “How is it you don’t make any noise?” she accused. “I swear, you’re more ghost than guy.”
Lenny grew taller and puffed out his chest like a rooster. “I don’t need to explain myself to you, missy. I’m old enough to be your father.”
“And you’re short and sneak up on people.” Mindy put her hands on her hips. “You’re a leprechaun. Admit it.”
Red smoke was going to come out of his ears. Just as soon as his face finished morphing into a tomato.
“She’s only kidding,” Ryder hastily said, putting a hand on him. “Mindy’s a real joker today.”
She could see Lenny taking a deep breath in an obvious attempt to calm down. “You ladies didn’t answer my question. I asked who you’re supposed to act normal around.”
Mindy gestured to the fast-approaching Jake Carter. “Him,” she answered, not waiting for Ryder to respond.
“That’s Mr. Carter all right,” Lenny said. “A man with a whole lot of horses and a lot of influence on racing. Get lost, Mindy, will you? Ryder and I have some business to do.”
Mindy laughed, waved, then disappeared somewhere down the long line of stalls. “We’ll talk later, Ryder. See ya tomorrow. And you’d better spill all the details.”

To get your copy of ‘Jockeying for You’. Click on the link below.

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If you would like to find out more, about Stacy Hoff. You can find her on the below links.

Amazon Author page

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Other books by Stacy Hoff

Thank you Stacy and good luck with the new book.

 

Also look out for:

Midnight Angel – Book one of the Council series by Tracey A Wood

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Available on Ebook and Paperback.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

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The Curse of the Tenth Grave by Darynda Jones

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The Curse of the Tenth Grave by Darynda Jones

Yet another brilliant book from the grave series. Ms Jones manages to bring the sharp, witty, attitude, of Charley Davidson, to life with this fun filled, action packed, instalment.
I don’t want to spoil anything for those who haven’t yet read it, but secrets are revealed and character backgrounds are explained. The plot thickens as Charley and Reyes protect the life of their daughter Beep, while solving a murder investigation. I can’t wait for the next book.

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Midnight Angel – The council trailer

Midnight Angel has been out for just over two months now and I thought it was about time I shared my new council trailer with you.

There are a few places it can be found. Firstly you can find it on my Author’s website.

http://traceywood.wixsite.com/tracey-a-wood/character-bios

It is also on Youtube.
https://youtu.be/bQrsyAGSOwU

I hope you like it and it gives you a little more of an insite into Midnight Angel. Book one of the council series.

Here is an excerpt from the book.

The park was empty at this time of night. All the children had gone home hours ago. The nights were getting colder and the evening air bit through my clothes, making me shiver. A light dew clung to my hair and skin as the darkness closed in around me, shrouding me from the main road.
After a long day at work, I made my way along the manmade path. It was a good shortcut taking fifteen minutes off my journey. I would soon be home, safe and warm.
What to have for dinner? Hmm. Pizza! Yeah, I’ll dial a pizza. Treat myself. Why not?
Happy with my decision, I carried on my way.
Pulling my jacket collar up around my neck, I tried to beat the cold and the shiver running up my spine.
A sharp pain shot through my head, stunning me, and suddenly I was flying across the path. My forehead hit the ground with an audible thump. Another powerful flash of pain. Black blotches blurred my vision as I tried to focus on my surroundings.
I attempted to get up but something struck my back, flattening me to the ground. The wind rushed from my lungs. I couldn’t move! A heavy weight sat on my back, holding me down. I struggled to draw enough air into my lungs. Something sharp penetrated my back, then my arms and the top of my leg. It was pure agony!
What’s happening? Have I been stabbed?
Tucking my flailing hands under my body, I attempted to get up, a silent scream trapped inside me, but the weight held me in place.
Snaking my body, I wriggled across the compact soil of the path, attempting to pull myself forward. It was no use. I couldn’t even get to my hands and knees.
My clothes were ripped from my back as the onslaught continued.
The pain slowly dulled, even though I was still at the mercy of my attacker. My heart pounded with fear as this predator snatched at my body. I was shaken violently from side to side. My gut told me my attacker was male. He was dominant, strong, and overpowering.
Oh God, this can’t be happening. No, please. I don’t want to die!
Glancing around frantically for a weapon, I realized I still had my keys in my hand. Without thinking, I slashed them behind my back with as much force as I could. They bit into something soft. Warm fluid flowed over me.
I had hurt him and possibly made him angrier. This unseen person was going to do the unthinkable. He was going to violate me, rob me of my life, or both. I desperately needed to get away from this monster. But how? I couldn’t fight back. Damn it, I couldn’t even move.
Nausea washed over me as my body weakened, my life draining away. A dark mist clouded my mind, consuming me, consuming my thoughts. I was going to die here in a lonely, dark park in the middle of London. I would never see my family and friends again.
Why? Why? I want to live. Help me, please help me, someone!
As if this monster had heard my silent plea, the shaking suddenly stopped. The weight lifted slightly and I could breathe. Relief washed over me.
Had the attack finished? Did he think I was dead?
I lay still, faking death, struggling not to take deep, gulping breaths. I fought the panic pumping through my body.
I became aware of a stroking sensation on my back, a light caress. Small strokes, followed by a sound I could not identify. The strokes became harder and the noise louder. A wet, squelching sound.
What is that?
My head spun with confusion and panic as I strained to locate my attacker. I saw a movement from the corner of my eye. I turned but couldn’t focus. It was too dark and I was in shock.
Warm liquid ran down my back, arms, and legs. Blood. My blood, but there was no pain, still no pain.
In a moment of clarity, I knew I had to move. To get away before my attacker struck again.

Back of the book blurb
After almost losing her life in a vicious, bloody attack. Kat Shaw, a thirty-something, divorcee, discovers that there are such things as monsters. And the predator who attacked her is not human. She starts to develop unusual skills which have murderous consequences. And is an unwilling witness to multiple, brutal murders, seen through the eyes a killer. Thrown into a battle of Good vs. Evil, she falls in love with two men who are not what they seem. While her attacker stalks her and continues to murder the innocent. She has to find the inner strength to take on and fight the demons from hell. To protect her family and friends while also trying to save her own life.

You can get your copy

US link: https://goo.gl/3Lk91d

UK link: https://goo.gl/e7L7DV

You can also find me:

Website: http://traceywood.wix.com/tracey-a-wood

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