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The Supernatural Pet Sitter by Diane Moat – Book Tour + #Giveaway

21/04/17

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The Supernatural Pet Sitter:
The Magic Thief
by Diane Moat
Genre: YA, Middle Grade Paranormal Mystery
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Every animal can talk to you. You just have to know how to listen.
Pepper Neely is better at this than most, especially because she is in
charge of pet sitting all the familiars in her neighborhood. A
familiar is a pet magically linked to a witch or warlock. As a gnome,
Pepper is no stranger to spells and sorcery. She also knows that,
despite their special name, familiars aren’t all that different
from regular animals. They get anxious when separated from their
people, so Pepper uses her special gnome powers to calm them down.
She watches Cranky the high-strung ferret, Frank the laid-back
parrot, King Arthur the elderly tortoise, and many others.
Then, something terrible begins happening to the familiars. Someone is
stealing their magic! It not only prevents Pepper from communicating
with them but breaks their magical connection with their people. When
King Arthur’s magic is stolen, his owner’s powers stop working
too. Pepper can sense that the tortoise is very scared.
In order to protect the animal’s magic, Pepper decides to track down the
culprit. With the help of her best friend, Luna, and her brother,
Jax, Pepper fights to protect all of the special pets.
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Diane is a Tennessee transplant, animal rescuer, and nurse. The
Supernatural Pet Sitter is her debut children’s novel. Diane is
assisted by her many rescue dogs.

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Dead Lawyers Don’t Lie by Mark Nolan – Book Tour + #Giveaway

20/04/17

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Dead Lawyers Don’t Lie
Jake Wolfe Book 1
by Mark Nolan
Genre: Thriller, Crime Mystery
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A mysterious killer who calls himself The Artist is assassinating
wealthy lawyers in San Francisco. When war veteran Jake Wolfe
accidentally takes his picture during a murder, The Artist adds Jake
to his kill list and he becomes a target in a deadly game of cat and
mouse that only one of them can survive. How far would you go to
protect your loved ones from a killer? Jake wants to leave his top
secret, violent past life behind him. But the reluctant, flawed hero
can’t ignore his duty and his personal moral compass.
This gripping thriller is full of suspense, plot twists and surprises. It
features a cast of interesting characters, including several
strong-willed women, two wise-cracking San Francisco Police Homicide
Inspectors, one highly intelligent dog, and a philosophical killer
who shares Jake’s admiration for Van Gogh paintings but still plans
to kill him anyway. As Jake gets closer to unraveling a merciless
conspiracy, his life gets turned upside down and the danger level
increases, adding to the growing suspense. This entertaining
page-turner starts out as a murder mystery and then shifts gears into
a high-speed action thriller that takes you on a roller-coaster ride
to the riveting ending. A good read for those who enjoy mysteries,
suspense, action and adventure, vigilante justice, unique characters,
witty dialogue and a little romance too. Now on sale in over a dozen
countries around the world. Be the first among your friends to read
it.
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Mark Nolan began his writing career as a successful entrepreneur who
created news stories for businesses that were featured in The Wall
Street Journal, National Geographic, Parade, Reader’s Digest and The
Associated Press. Nolan was born in San Francisco, grew up in the Bay
Area of California, and has also lived in the Pacific Northwest and
Hawaii. He has raised two great kids and one very smart retriever
dog. Right now he’s busy writing the next book about Jake and Cody
(Book 2), but he also tries to make time every day to answer emails
from readers. You can reach him at marknolan.com/contact
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Perilous Poetry by Kym Roberts – Cover Reveal

12/04/17

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PERILOUS POETRY
by Kym Roberts
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Pub Date: 10/10/2017
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Charli Rae Warren doesn’t plan on
striking it rich as the owner of an independent bookstore in Hazel
Rock, Texas—especially one with a pink armadillo as its mascot. But
when an ingenious advertising campaign puts her business on the map,
it ropes in some deadly publicity . . .
Charli can’t believe writer Lucy Barton has agreed to promote her latest
Midnight Poet Society novel at The Book Barn Princess—or that
there’s only a week-and-a-half to prepare for the signing. It’s
all because of The Book Seekers, a smartphone app created by her
cousin Jamal exclusively for Charli’s bookstore, which sends fans
on a virtual scavenger hunt around town for a chance to meet the
bestselling author. But as soon as it goes live, people turn up dead
. . .
Someone’s using The Book Seekers to track victims and copycat the fictional Midnight
Poet Society homicides, and horrified locals suspect Jamal could be
the mastermind behind the crimes. While Charli readies the Barn for a
stampede of new customers, it’ll take true grit to shelve the
culprit before her brainy cousin gets locked behind bars, Ms. Barton
backs out of the visit, and she finds herself up a creek—with a
serial killer holding the paddle!
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Roberts
during her early childhood: detective, investigative
reporter, and . . .nun. Being a nun, however, dropped by the wayside
when she became aware of boys—they were the spice of life she
couldn’t deny. In high school her path was forged when she took her
first job at a dry cleaners and met every cop in town, especially the
lone female police officer in patrol. From that point on there was no
stopping Kym’s pursuit of a career in law enforcement. Kym followed
her dream and became a detective who fulfilled her desire to be an
investigative reporter, with one extra perk—a badge. Promoted to
sergeant, Kym spent the majority of her career in SVU. She retired
from the job reluctantly when her husband dragged her kicking and
screaming to another state, but writing continued to call her name,
at least in her head. Visit her on the web at kymroberts.com.
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Purgatory Reign by LM Preston – Book Tour + #Giveaway

31/03/17

 

 

PURGATORY REIGN

Purgatory Reign
Book One
LM Preston
Genre: YA, Romance, Paranormal,
Adventure, Mystery
Publisher: Phenomenal One Press
Date of Publication:  02/16/2013
ISBN: 9780985025144
ASIN: B01N6ZTBNX
Number of pages: 307
Word Count:  79K
Cover Artist: Emma Michaels
Tagline: Something evil this way comes, unfortunately for it Peter Saints awaits.
Book Description:
Peter Saints’ life stinks. But things are about to get much worse. First, his parents are murdered in front of him. Then another victim dies in his arms. Visions plague Peter with warnings that something wants him for a sinister cause. It desires the one thing that Peter refuses to give, his blood.
Peter carries within him the one gift or curse that could unlock a secret to destroy the human race. On the run with Angel, a scruffy kid, Peter starts to unravel the mystery. It is the one treasure the heavens sought to hide from the world.
Unfortunately, when Peter finds the answer he hopes that will save the girl he loves, he opens the door to a great evil that happens to be salivating to meet him.
Purgatory Reign is Book 1 in the series including Deviant Storm, Fierce Tides and Kindle World novella Colliding Souls from Runes World.
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Excerpt
Purgatory Reign:
Peter took a
moment to catch his breath. “I left. I left the grounds. But something’s bad
has happened. Sh-she…Hanna died!” He coughed and his eyes watered. “Because of
me! My fault. It was my fault. You gotta help her! I always screw up. Always.
Please…”
Pastor Finn put
his hands on Peter’s shoulders and shook him. “Why’d you leave? I told you
never to leave here. You’ll put us all in danger. Yourself in danger. I didn’t
save your butt for you to screw this up, boy.” He yanked Peter by the shirt and
down the stairs. Then dragged him, practically running, all the way to the
cellar stairs where he pointed at the small door where Peter had escaped.
“Sixteen years old and you think you are man enough to make it out there?” he
grumbled. “This is where you got out?” He sighed. “You don’t understand.”
“It’s my fault!
Did you hear me? I killed someone! You gotta help her.” Peter jerked out of his
grasp and grabbed Pastor Finn’s shirt, facing off with him. For once in a long
while, he stared down the man eye to eye. He straightened up to his full
height. The older man’s gray crew cut and piercing blue eyes were filled with
fear. Peter’s hand loosened in shock that it was the first time he remembered
that Pastor Finn looked afraid.

 

“I can’t help
the dead.” He pushed Peter’s hands away from him. “But I have to help you. Come
with me.” Peter watched him, confused. His teeth clenched at Pastor Finn’s
betrayal. “I thought you were different. I have to go back. Bury her, like she
deserves.” Peter stumbled backwards.
 

DEVIANT STORM

Purgatory Reign
Book Two
LM Preston
Genre: YA, Romance, Paranormal,
Adventure, Mystery
Publisher: Phenomenal One Press
Date of Publication:  02/16/2013
ISBN: 9780996919500
ASIN: B016NU9CWC
Number of pages: 252
Word Count:  68K
Formats available: ebook
Cover Artist: Emma Michaels
Tagline: Something evil this way comes, unfortunately for it Peter Saints awaits.
Book Description:
The battle is on. Peter Saints thought he’d killed It. But bad people never stay down. Now the jail of his enemy is weakening. Luck is running out for Peter and the girl he saved by wagering the Earth. Only now, with each second and secret revealed, his enemy gains the answers to destroy Peter and devour the world.
Expect FIERCE TIDES (Book 3 of 3) in Dec. 2017 and COLLIDING SOULS (Character Spin off: April 2017)
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He screwed up.
So bad, he didn’t think he could fix it. Peter tossed the ball against the wall
once more as he drowned out Kyle’s words. He never admitted everything that had
happened to him in the Stronghold to Kyle. Didn’t think he could. One thing for
sure, time was up. Peter was through waiting to be told what to do by the
Elders of at this dump who seemed to have their own agendas. Dealing with the
nightmares of what he’d done – possibly killing a man by pulling something
beyond evil out of him, plagued Peter every night. Those times when he wasn’t
careful, it pressed his thoughts, even when awake.

 

“We’ll go get
her.” Peter’s dark brown eyes landed on Kyle’s questioning blue ones.
 
About the Author:
LM. Preston was born and raised in Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. With a thirst for knowledge she attended college at Bowie State University, and worked in the IT field as a Techie and Educator for over sixteen years. She started writing science fiction under the encouragement of her husband who was a Sci-Fi buff and her four kids. They inspired the beginning of her obsessive desire to write and create stories of young people who overcome unbelievable odds. She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.
 

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Treacherous Deceit by Zola Blue – Book Tour + #Giveaway

27/03/17

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By Zola Blue
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In the Yukon, nothing is more important than family. Loyalty to her
family is what Mona must face when her Grandfather, who rescued her
from death as a child and raised her as his own tells her she must
return to the Yukon from New York to go into the mountains and search
for the ancient village of gold that is her legacy.
Convinced that the ancient village exists, her grandfather sent his team on
ATV’s to find it while commissioning his adopted son Jonas to lead
the others, including his cherished granddaughter.
Jonas is happy to lead the expedition while planning on somehow getting Mona alone. His plan goes astray when they are forced to team with four other unexpected
seekers, including Bryan, a geologist who immediately falls for Mona
and becomes an interference for Jonas. The team overcomes severe
obstacles, setbacks, and loss of lives while traveling through water
filled caves and treacherous mountain passages.
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Tricks Upon the Mind

After the meal they rested, and at least for now everyone appeared calm. Mona was glad for that. While they sat around a small fire burning in the hibachi, an enchantment she could not explain had seized her. “This area has always been known for its abundance of caves and caverns. That is why my people settled here in the first place my Gee-pa told me; the grottos were great protection and shelter for the women and children,” she said, tranquility and peace with her surroundings satiated her.

“Yes, I read that too,” Bryan replied. “I am assuming these caverns were once safe havens in the rock cliffs. They said the village buried itself beneath the ground when it disappeared.”

“Yes, we were cliff dwellers,” she said smiling.

Bryan smiled back at her, reached over, and took her hand in his; she moved closer to him.

“What are cliff dwellers?” asked Sean.

“Well, my Gee-pa told me, in the village of Goldum all the houses were built within the cliffs; the only way out was through passages built within the mountains,” she answered.

“Oh I bet that was fun to live in,” giggled Tracy, she felt lightheaded and blithe; she leaned her head against Willie’s shoulder.

“Oh this is very exciting I am sure,” Willie said, his words reeking with sarcasm, “but I didn’t come all this way for a history lesson. Did he tell you how much gold was there?”

“That what I want to know too Willie,” Sean laughed.

“Oh Willie, you are so funny,” Tracy giggled playfully throwing her arms around his neck. “It does not hurt to know about the mountains, after all, we are beneath them.”

“Anything for you baby,” Willie replied and kissed Tracy on the nose. “Anyone want a drink?” Willie asked holding up a bottle of brown Bacardi rum.

“I do,” answered Sean.

The blue haze surrounding the stalactites hanging from the ceiling gave him migraines. The intimacy of the room had a different reality and made Jonas feel confined; his only point of sanity was the sound of rushing water running through the river behind him. The mugginess of the cavern, accompanied by the feeling of being trapped and the presence of more people than he was accustomed to, created an uneasiness within him. Jonas’ recluse lifestyle never afforded him much socialization with others, and except for the occasional chat with his prey, and the dinners at Hattie’s, he never spent time listening to others. Jonas made it a point to isolate himself; he found people, and their pathetic ways uninteresting and superfluous.

The redhead’s playful giggling taunts and the girly man’s unintelligible slang made no sense to Jonas; they seemed to speak in a language he did not understand. For her obnoxious silliness all Jonas could think of was stuffing her mouth with one of the ball gags he kept in his workroom. Jonas rarely gave his prey the ability to communicate. He glared scornfully at Mona then Bryan; watching the two of them chat like old friends made him angry.

Jonas rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers trying to ease the thudding within his head; breathing in deeply, the rich smell of metal excited his senses, relaxing him. Jonas gave in to the pull of the cavern’s life force. The intoxicating smell electrified him and Jonas breathed in a second time, immediately experiencing a euphoric intoxication within his mind, giving him a high beyond any he had ever experienced from drugs or his sexual games. Its metallic aroma eased his headache and he said, “Pass that bottle over here Willie.” Willie threw the bottle to him and Jonas poured a generous amount into his cold coffee and took a big gulp. The flavor made his head swell and gave him a momentary rush. “Damn that’s rough,” he commented.

Willie and Sean laughed.

“Yeah, Gi-I-Joe, that stuff ain’t for no titty slurpers,” Sean cried out; chuckling hysterically. He pushed his fist toward Willie and his buddy fist bumped him back.

Willie saw the bewildered look on Jonas’ face and realized the man did not understand Sean. He laughed and said, “Sean means it’s not for babies.”

“What, you don’t know what that means? You are lame Jonas,” Sean whooped.

Jonas ignored the young man and allowed the rum and the cavern’s natural attributes to mellow him. As if he were dreaming, Jonas watched the flames blazing into the heavens leaking out through the open roof. Jonas admired the long spirals of red and blue flame dancing upward releasing smoldering smoky wisps into the darkness. The sky was full of twinkling stars and the bright spots created a silvery shimmer against its thick blackness.

Darkness filled the cave and shadowed the rest of the group, hiding them from his sight. The flames still roaring, Jonas gazed as if hypnotized into the burning fire; he watched as Mona walked into the midst of the flames and stopped. The hostile flames licked at her beautiful golden brown body. She stood still, her hands clasped before her submissively. She was illuminated before him like a seductive temptress. Immune from the heat of the fire, her lovely body did not burn or scorch. Most of her skin was exposed and she wore a golden bustier with dangling tassels. Her nipples stuck out through the glittery material and each held golden rings. Mona moved towards him, her advances beguiling, each purposeful sway in her hips enticed him to leer greedily at her, inspecting every curve of her shapely body. Tassels across the top of her golden G-string panties swung back and forth allowing him to see the curves of her shapely thighs and he felt himself growing excited.

Her long black hair spun around her pirouetting body, alluring him further and intensifying his longing to touch her. Jonas grew weak as she moved, his body beyond desiring her now. Calling out to him, she urged him forward with her finger, indicating she was offering herself to him. His lust for her overwhelming him, Jonas jumped from the foldout chair. The chair toppled over, spilling his drink on the ground. Mona reached out for him, her small hands grabbing his. She pulled him forward and pressed her body against him. Jonas reached for her breasts and fondled them roughly, pulling at the rings in her nipples. Suddenly her movements grew wild and exhilarating. She pirouetted around him like a feral cat, throwing her legs and arms around his body. She bounded onto his waist, holding his body between her legs while clawing passionately at his chest. Jonas grabbed her silky hair and forced her to kiss him as he breathed in her metallic scent. Mona forcefully shoved him away from her, stepped back and took off her top exposing her small, firm breasts. Jonas reached for them and the rings turned into eyes where her nipples should have been. They winked at him. Come take us, Jonas, the eyes beckoned to him.

Willie had noticed Jonas behaving weirdly but when he got up and walked toward the fire with his eyes wide open and arms out as if he were embracing someone, he asked, “What’s going on Jonas?”

Jonas did not answer.

“Jonas, you alright?” Willie asked again.

Sean began to snicker and laughed, “Willie he’s had too much rum.”

Tracy giggled with him.

Jonas stepped forward. Mona waited for him; she wanted him, all this time she had wanted him too. She smiled at him, opening her arms to receive his embrace and the small eyes on her breasts looked at him.

“Stop what are you doing man.” Willie held on to Jonas, snatching him back just as he stepped into the open flames and knocked over the small grill.

Willie’s voice resonated within his head, Mona disappeared, floating away, her beautiful brown body fading into the darkness. Momentarily, Jonas stared into the face of the little girl he had murdered long ago. Screaming, he leaped backward and the confused faces of the group materialized around him. Realizing the illusion he felt disturbed and bewildered.

“What’s wrong Jonas?” asked Wayne.

Jonas could only assume he must have fallen asleep. “I must have fallen asleep and had a nightmare, I better not have any more to drink,” he chuckled, shrugging off their concern as he picked his chair up and sat back down.

“Yeah I had a dream last night too,” Sean said. “I was like in Las Vegas; they treated me like a king, all the VIP services, free champagne and everything. Taylor Swift gave me a free lap dance, and all the hot babes were around me wanting a piece of me.”

“What? I want that dream,” chuckled Willie.

“I don’t think so Willie.” Tracy slapped him on the shoulder, teasingly.

“I was only joking babe, you know you got me all to yourself,” he chuckled, embracing Tracy in his arms.

“Hey, I am not saying we are going to find it, but let me just waste some time here. What would everyone buy with their gold?” Willie asked the others. He could see Mona glaring at him and wondered what her problem was. They had helped the bitch get down there and now she was going to create problems for herself because of her selfishness.

“The gold goes to the village,” remarked Mona indifferently, “so there is no reason to speak of useless dreams.”

“I know that. You have already said the gold belongs to ‘your people’,” Willie smirked and continued, “but just humor me for a moment; it gives us something to talk about.”

“I am going to get me a Maserati, with custom leather seats and the crown on the head rest,” Sean said laughing, “blue with all the extras.”

“A blue car; blue is for babies Sean,” giggled Tracy.

“Shut up Pipi, I bet you will get a dog or something stupid like that,” laughed Sean.

“No I would not get a dog,” Tracy replied, “I would get a show stallion. A black mare with white eyes, and a long white mane and tail.”

Sean laughed at Tracy, only she would want a horse, but he liked horses. “You’re alright Tracy,” Sean told her.

The Gold Claims Even the Stoutest as Victims

The cavern had calming properties for Bryan. It stimulated his senses and increased his awareness. Mona was writing in a small notebook she carried, probably taking notes for her next best seller, Bryan presumed. The notion that she liked him, and they could possibly have a relationship elicited emotions unfamiliar to him. He wanted to protect her, keep her happy and comfortable on the journey. Bryan imagined one day the two of them could explore their love for each other while receiving notoriety for the discovery of the village. The wealth of the gold was nothing in comparison to the pure paragon of finding the lost village. Only he appreciated the quest the party undertook; finding the lost village would uncover a civilization long lost, providing an abundance of hidden knowledge, and he would be the one to find it.

Bryan drifted off into his thoughts, conjuring up the life he envisioned finding the village would impart to him. The image growing in his mind, Bryan’s heart beat quickly as he absorbed himself in the hallucination. He stood outside the door of the long black limousine, waiting for Mona to step out while the driver opened the door for her. Dressed in formal attire, he held his hand out to her to assist her. Her soft, delicate hand was smooth in his hands, and her long pink nails were perfectly manicured for the special event. As always, and especially since their marriage, she was beautiful. Her black hair was combed into a stylish updo with bangs falling delicately into her lovely face and highlighting her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled at him, her lips turned slightly upward. Even from a distance she could make him desire her. Bryan helped her out of the car and when she drew nearer he breathed in her tart, metallic perfume.

Bryan pulled her body close to his and the embrace made his heart beat faster. Her lovely blue gown hugged her curved body wondrously and his hands travelled along the silky smooth material.

The geological community, friends, and family hailed him, shaking his hand and congratulating him as he and Mona strolled through the packed ballroom towards the table of honor. His mother and her new husband approached him. Bryan’s mom smiled at him and he saw her pride radiating across her beautiful face. The bright lights in the banquet room shimmered down upon his mother, removing the wrinkles from her aging body and making her just as beautiful as she was when he was a child. Her dark brown hair, free of gray now, glimmered softly. Bryan kissed his mother’s cheek softly; her perfume smelled of lavender with a hint of metal, reminding him of the days of his youth, when she grew lavender plants in pots around the house. Harold, her husband, shook his hand proudly, and as if Bryan were his own son, pulled him forward into a big bear hug.

An elegant table covered in a golden tablecloth was set for six and contained plates of gold. The silverware was wrapped in white silk napkins and tall crystal stem glasses sparkled under the bright lights. A centerpiece of white lilies and yellow daffodils caught his attention; his favorite flowers. A black Cherrywood table marker, Bryan Lawless Party etched across a gold plaque attached to it, welcomed him. Mona, his mother and her husband, Tracy, and some new guy she had just met cheered as he sat down.

The six-course meal included lobster briquettes, prime rib, and a creamy ice cream soufflé. The evening grew better as the night went on. Mona held his hand and fed him her unwanted desert spiritedly.

“Bryan, can you please come up here,” the director of the International Geological Society called to him.

Mona kissed him and her lips tasted like metal. “I love you, Bryan,” she whispered letting his hand go.

Bryan walked onto the stage and stood behind the podium looking at the clapping audience under the bright lights of the golden chandeliers.

“Well I think spending money on anything but chicks and four-bangers is just stupid,” Sean cried out.

The shouts awakened Bryan from his dream. Had he fallen asleep? He flinched. The skin on the back of his neck crawled as an eerie feeling developed within him. “Was I asleep?” he asked himself and the odor of metal filled his nostrils. “None of them understand, only you,” the voice told him.

Mona was looking at him. “There you are, I thought I lost you for a moment,” she grinned at him, “you were lost in your thoughts.”

“I am sorry,” he told her, embarrassment flooding over him.

“Were they about me?” Mona asked touching his hand gently.

Startled by the dream and its vivid images, he questioned their current reality. It did not feel like a dream, so he must have been hallucinating. Bryan needed to make sure this Mona was not some extension of the vivid hallucination. “Possibly,” he said and reached for her hand and held it to make sure she was real.

“So Willie what will you buy with the gold?” Tracy asked him, grabbing his hand in hers, “and you better be nice,” she instructed.

Willie had dreamed about an upscale carwash gentleman’s club with only the hottest babes to serve his clientele and wash their Bentleys, Mercedes or Jaguars topless. He would never tell Tracy about this dream, though if things worked out between the two of them, and she took good care of him, he’d eventually let her know. Until then only he and Sean had shared the dream. The gold they were going to find, was going to make his dream come true. “If I could get the gold,” Willie emphasized, “I would buy me a yacht. I want one of those big suckers like 100 feet long. It would be like a world on the water that belongs to me.”

Sean stuck his fist out at Willie, and the two of them knuckled butted each other.

Willie continued, “It would have three kinds of restaurants—Mexican, Chinese, and soul food—and a casino, dancing, singing. Everything.” His mood ecstatic his arms moved through the air and he spoke with his hands as he shared his elaborate fantasy. “Mmmmm, soul food, I have not had that for years.”

Tracy giggled, “I must try it.”

“You will love it baby girl,” he told her. “Anyway, it’s gonna have three pools, tennis court, golf course, and everything I can think about putting in it!”

“Awesome Willie, make sure you don’t forget all the hot babes laying around in bikinis!” Sean exclaimed. “It’s a big boat, yeah a big boat.”

“Yeah that’s right,” Willie replied and thoughts of gorgeous women laying before him filled his mind.

Tracy nudged him.

“Ah no, I mean, only Tracy laying out on the deck of it in a teenee wenee bikini,” he grinned.

“Okay, then Tracy can be up front and the other hot girls in the back for me,” Sean exclaimed laughing hysterically.

“Sean,” said Tracy laughing, she gave him the finger.

“Damn straight, and keep the finger away from me;” Sean pushed his hand against her finger, hiding it from his view. He saw Mona staring at him and her cold gaze made him freeze. “She thinks you are stupid,” a voice told him. She was like other people he hated who felt the world should revolve around them. “So what would you buy if we get the gold Dora?” he asked laughing.

Jonas and Willie chuckled.

“My name is not Dora. Dora is Latino and I am First Nations so at least get your nationalities correct,” smirked Mona. “But to answer your question, I don’t believe in dreams or ‘what ifs’, they are for mindless people that can’t do anything,” Mona replied, growing weary of Sean’s persistent belittling.

“Are you calling me brainless?” asked Sean.

“No, I called you mindless,” Mona replied.

“Hey you think you are better than us,” Sean yelled back angrily. She had watched him and Willie with her mocking stare all night, now she was calling him stupid in front of everyone. “The bitch is laughing at you,” the voice told him. Laughter grew within Sean’s head. “She is laughing at you,” the voice kept repeating. Sean thought he saw a grin on her face and remembered the arrow she almost hit him with. His head starting to pound and fury enveloped him. He hurled himself from his seat and cried out, “You stop laughing at me.”

“No one is laughing at your Sean,” Bryan told him. “Calm down.”

If Bryan wanted to protect her, Sean was all right with that as well. Punching him would satisfy him as much as hitting the woman. “Bryan, what are you going to do?” Sean said weaving about on his toes and punching at the air with his fists, mocking Bryan. The geologist was weak, and Sean was sure he could hurt him with one punch.

Bryan saw Sean approaching and acting erratically. Releasing Mona’s hand he stood in front of her. “Sit down Sean, and calm down,” he commanded.

“You make me sit down,” Sean cried out. He stormed over to Bryan and pushed him backward. The palms of his hand hurt from a fist balled up so tightly his fingernails dug into the already raw skin. “You make me Bryan, you make me sit.”

“Be careful Bryan!” Mona exclaimed and moved out of the way so she would not be pummeled during the young man’s fit.

“Sean I don’t want to hurt you. Back off,” Bryan said trying to reason with him.

It was clear Sean was not listening. His listless, vacant eyes were glassy like he was in some type of daze. Blue veins popped out over Sean’s face and arms and he began to growl at Bryan. “Grrrrr, grrrr, fight me, Bryan,” Sean mocked. Stepping back from Bryan he started to bounce on his toes like a boxer. “I am like a Doberman Pincher, quick and agile and I am gonna pounce on you, Bryan. Growl,” Sean continued.

“More like a Chihuahua,” Jonas chuckled.

“You shut up, this is between Bryan and me,” Sean growled.

Blood was dripping from his palms and talking was not going to stop Sean this time, Bryan realized, nevertheless he was not going to let him bhurt Mona.

“Sean sit down,” Tracy screamed loudly and her voice echoed through the cavern. Tracy held on to Willie as she watched Sean bounce around.

“Make me, make me,” he cried continuing to taunt Bryan.

“Sean stop,” Tracy screamed again, “stop Sean don’t.”

Willie pulled her closer to him and whispered, “It will be okay babe girl. Sean just needs to get rid of some of his energy.” Willie smiled at her.

Bryan stepped up to Sean, grabbed him by the shoulders before he could react, spun him around and kicked his feet from beneath him. Sean fell face down onto the ground and Bryan held his arms behind his back and pushed Sean’s face into the mossy ground. Sean struggled to free himself.

“Get off me Bryan,” Sean’s muffled voice cried out.

His knee, now securely holding Sean’s arms in place behind his back, Bryan wrapped his arm around the young man’s neck and pulled his head backward, choking him. Gurgling sounds came from his throat, as he struggled, but Bryan ignored Sean’s suffering and squeezed harder against his neck.

The pressure from Bryan’s arm around his neck made it hard to breathe. “I can’t brea…,” Sean gurgled.

“I won’t let you up until you calm down,” Bryan said. Sean’s Adam’s apple moved against his arm, and his gurgles grew desperate while a reddish tint developed over his face.

“Bryan let him go,” Mona said. Taking him by the arms, she pulled at him.

Bryan felt Mona trying to lift him off Sean and let go. He glared down at Sean, watching him gasp for air. Bryan backed away from him, while Willie helped Sean to stand.

“You tried to kill me,” Sean wheezed; he coughed trying to catch his breath.

“I didn’t try to kill you. If you remember correctly, you attacked me,” Bryan said and sat down, his body suddenly growing weary. He was also afraid of himself as he had not wanted to let Sean go until he stopped moving. Mona placed her hand on his shoulder and he held it with his own.

“That’s right Sean started it,” agreed Mona.

“You shut up,” Sean cried back at Mona.

Bryan exhaled, releasing the tension his body. “Sean, I think everyone has had enough of you,” he told him.

“Bryan you tried to kill me, I won’t forget that,” Sean scowled and angrily paced the ground near the side of the cavern.

“Sean,” Willie reached out to grab Sean’s shoulder and tried to settle him down.

Sean snatched away from him and continued pacing angrily.

“Sean,” he called loudly but his friend ignored him.

“I am not going to be able to rest with him like that,” Mona cried out.

Sean stopped his pacing and yelled at Mona furiously, “You shut up, I told you.”

“I am scared,” Tracy cried out, tears falling from her face. She wrapped her arms around herself and stood against the back wall.

“We should tie him up,” Wayne told them.

“I agree,” remarked Jonas, “with him acting like that, who knows what he will do.”

“No,” Tracy murmured.

“I thought you were scared?” Jonas asked, “we need to tie him up to keep everybody safe, as well as to keep him from hurting his self.”

Sean was not about to allow them to tie him down. As the First Nations’ raced toward him, he darted throughout the cave he tried avoiding capture. As if playing tag with Jonas and Wayne, he moved from side to side and chuckled at the two of them as his thin, nimble body dodged their outstretched arms. Sean realized he had the upper edge; the two of them were too slow and he was Superman. Confidence satiating within him, Sean moved freely around the cavern until Bryan stuck out his foot and he stumbled to the ground. Before he could stand completely, Wayne had grabbed him in a tight bear grip and whisked Sean off his feet. Wayne’s massive arms encircled Sean’s chest and he felt like a child struggling in the big man’s arms.

“Help me, Willie,” Sean cried out struggling as Wayne held him suspended above the ground. Willie glared crossly at him, his arms folded and Sean realized Willie was not going to help. “Let me go,” he cried loudly.

“Drop him, Wayne, let’s tie him up,” smirked Jonas.

Wayne put Sean on the ground and held his arms behind him. Sean struggled to free himself, but he could not; Wayne constrained his face against the mossy ground and he breathed in the smell of metal. “Calm down, you will get your chance,” the voice reassured Sean and finally he gave in and allowed Wayne and Jonas to tie him up.

Later that night, Willie went to speak to Sean. His buddy had been acting strangely and this latest episode was just weird, even compared to Sean’s natural exasperating behavior. He gazed down and was mumbling to himself when Willie approached him. “Hey buddy what got into you; did you lose your mind?” Willie scolded Sean. Helping him against the others right now, meant him becoming an outcast as well, and he was not about to have that. Sean had brought this on himself.

“No,” replied Sean.

“I told you not to start anything, didn’t I?” Willie reprimanded him.

“Yep,” answered Sean; he’d upset Willie and did not mean to, however he did not feel like talking. “I am good, just leave me alone Willie.”

“You sure you’re good?” Willie asked punching Sean in the shoulder with his fist genially. “You know it’s just you and me, right?”

“Ya I know,” answered Sean.

“Alright I am going back over there,” Willie said to Sean walking off.

Sean watched Willie walk over and sit next to Tracy. They were all over there laughing at him; the gold was right, he was alone.

The Gold Promises Love

After all the excitement died down, and Sean fell asleep in the corner, Mona grew tired. All the hiking, the fights and long days were taking their toll on her; she found a place near the opposite wall from Sean, and laid down to get some rest.

In her sleeping bag, she snuggled herself in the thick quilted bag on top of the mossy ground. The thick bushy moss was soft and Mona felt as if she were floating when she closed her eyes, and the serene tranquility, shattered by the fight, was returning. She thought of Wolfdog; she missed him, but it was not possible for him to travel any further. Mona knew when he found the ATVs he would return home or wander the woods waiting for her to return.

Bryan was here now; he was prepared to fight Sean to protect her and this pleased her immensely. She was also sure Bryan had released his grip on Sean because she’d asked him to. Sean’s bulging eyes had scared her and it did seem as if Bryan had tried to kill him. She didn’t blame him of course, but she did not want him to do something he would regret later as he was a good man. Mona blushed as she thought about how he made her feel. Bryan promised her he would make sure Sean remained tied up so she had a peaceful sleep; with him around, she felt secure, even with Jonas around. Thinking of Bryan, Mona closed her eyes.

The darkness of the cavern eliminated everything but his image as he approached her. Mona sat up and gazed at Bryan as he walked over to her. His brown hair was mussed and sweat beaded on his forehead. She wondered what had caused this upheaval in his appearance. Bryan’s disheveled appearance made her heart beat faster. Reaching down, he took her hand and lifted her out of the sleeping bag. Mona ran her fingers through the sparse brown hairs on his shirtless chest. He pulled her close to him, embracing her. His lips pressed against hers and as he kissed her passionately, a longing built within her to make love to him. Slipping out of her night shirt, she looked down as it fluttered down to the mossy floor of the cavern. Naked and unashamed she smiled as Bryan gazed at her.

“You are beautiful,” Bryan whispered to her.

Moments later, pulling her back into his strong arms, his hand stroked her body. Gently nudging her down, she lay atop the soft fibers, and Bryan laid on top of her; his soft lips did not release her from their kiss and he caressed her passionately while she nibbled on his bottom lip. Bryan’s kisses tasted of metal.

Jonas’ cackles awakened Mona. She opened her eyes and the blue glow from the ceiling exposed the lighted cavern, removing the darkness she saw earlier. Still snugly tucked in the sleeping bag, her arms cuddling her body, she continued to feel Bryan’s caresses. Mona sat up looking for Bryan and observed him sitting around the fire talking with Jonas and Wayne. An awareness seeped into her conscious and she was surprised to find she was fully dressed and it was all a dream. “It felt so real,” Mona told herself giggling as mortification flooded her because of the sensuality of the dream and its vivid impressions. Mona rolled over onto her side and stared at the cave’s wall, hoping she could fall asleep again.

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When I allowed God to take over my life, over the years, he healed my
heart and with the guidance of his Holy Spirit, a new life developed
within me. God put a new dream in my heart. Over the years, I spent
several years in the US Air Force, and later achieved a BA in
Psychology and the academic level of Master’s Degree in Business
and currently work as a professional in the insurance industry.
Married, I live with my husband and sweet puppy Tomasina. I have two
books currently published, Porcelain Doll and Treacherous Deceit and
I am currently finishing my third, a fantasy series called “The
Kingdom of the Mejuar.”
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The Eyewitness By Nancy Weeks – Release Tour + #Giveaway

21/03/17

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The Eyewitness
By Nancy Weeks
Genre: Mystery, Crime Thriller, Romance
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Fans of TV’s Blue Bloods will love this dynamic new suspense series.
Maryland PD forensic scientist Emersyn D’Azzo has an explosive past with her
father’s younger, sexy partner, Detective Alec Pearce. Then an
ill-timed kiss destroys the thin line of trust between her and her
dad, just before tragedy strikes and someone guns down her father.
The fatal bullet turns out to be tied to the ongoing spree of random
sniper kills across the state, but Emersyn knows this wasn’t a
random act of violence and is determined to find the killer.
To do so, she’ll need to rely on help from Alec, whom she doesn’t
quite trust but just can’t resist. When they discover a connection
to a decades-old disappearance of a college student, their
investigation takes a deadly twist. Can they learn to trust each
other with their hearts to save their lives?
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Ted edged in closer. “You can take a few moments for one dance.” He eyed Tessa. “You don’t mind if I borrow your sister, do you?”

But I do.”

The deep, masculine voice sent an arousing jolt right into Emersyn’s core. And damn it to hell, her mouth went dry, making it impossible to swallow. She fingered her straw then took a deep drink. This time she welcomed the burning chill against her lungs. Detective Alec Pearce had a knack for showing up at her worst moments. Why the hell was he here?

Ted moved away from her as if he’d been burned. “Alec, good to see you.”

You do know you’re hitting on my partner’s daughter, right, Ted?”

Just asking her for a dance.”

Emersyn glanced between the two; she actually preferred Ted’s company to the man who seemed to go out of his way to make her crazy.

Alec reached for her hand and set it in his palm. “Actually, she promised this dance to me. They’re playing our song.”

The muscles in her body tensed as her fingernails dug into his skin. “I don’t—”

Music is on, Em. Shall we?” His other hand went around her waist, and he gave her a swift yank.

Jerkball, let go,” she hissed in his ear.

His grip tightened. “It’s just one dance. Play nice.”

Alec escorted Emersyn to the small dance floor near the bandstand. Every instinct in her wanted to slap his arrogant expression right into next week, but that would make a scene. It was what half the bar expected the instant he got within striking distance. They were all waiting for her to let loose. But this was a new day, a new diploma, new job, new Emersyn. Emotions in check.

My name is Emersyn. I would think you would remember something so simple.”

Alec’s face lit with a grin as his arms brought her close and their bodies began to move to the music. She shot a glare at Tessa, pleading for her to do something. Instead, her sister, the traitor, took another sip of Emersyn’s drink, lifted it in a toast, and rotated in her seat.

A chuckle came from deep in Alec’s throat. “Tessa likes me. You can thank me now.”

I can also knee you where the sun doesn’t shine.”

He lifted her chin with his thumb. “Now that wasn’t nice. I sacrificed a night with that blonde”—he nodded to a beautiful woman sitting at the end of the bar—“just to keep Lecher Ted from hitting on you … again.”

What makes you think I needed rescuing?”

Oh please, Tessa, make the creep go away. I’m ever so sweet and don’t want to hurt the poor jerk’s feelings.”

She yanked out of Alec’s hold, but he was ready and moved her back into his arms without missing a beat.

Relax. I’m teasing.”

You are such an ass.”

His lips brushed over her ear. “Enjoy our moment, Em.”

Impossible. They had more layers of misunderstanding between them than her mother’s chocolate cake, heated words that couldn’t be unheard and arguments with no closure.

After her father had mentioned at dinner that Alec was joining them for dessert, she’d jumped at Tessa’s offer to buy her a drink at the tavern. It was the perfect place to hide out. A lone wolf like Alec wouldn’t be caught dead in the crowded, noisy bar. But here he was. She’d run but not far enough.

I’m sorry I missed your graduation ceremony, but I have a little something for you,” he whispered.

You didn’t need to do that.”

I’m proud of you.”

The words sounded so genuine. “Dad seems resigned to the idea of me at least working alongside cops, if not as a cop.”

Joe doesn’t want you anywhere near the job. But you found a way around that. Instead of crawling in the gutter looking for the worst mankind has to offer, you’re picking through what they left behind.”

She halted in the middle of the dance floor. “You think that’s why I became a forensic scientist?”

I didn’t mean it like that.”

Then what did you mean?”

The music stopped, and they stood still, glaring at each other. Our thing. “I can’t do this tonight,” she said, dropping her hand to her sides. “Thanks.”

For?”

Saving me from another go-around with Ted.”

Do you want me to talk to him?”

I can take care of myself.”

For once, there was no comeback. Instead, he eased her against him and tucked her hand over his heart. “Dance with me, Emersyn.”

That sexy, got-to-have-you-now voice was back, and her other four senses came out to play. Being close to Alec Pearce, taking in his spicy, clean soap scent, feeling the strength of his arms around her wasn’t an awful feeling. Confusing? Hell yes, but her body sure enjoyed it. It’s just a dance, right?

She lowered one hand to his hip and brought the other around his neck, her cheek resting against his. Alec tightened his grip around her waist as he spun them around the dance floor. The move put their bodies in sync, and there was no mistaking the effect she had on him. Her lips brushed against his skin, sending shock waves through her.

He sucked in a breath and tilted his head. Their gazes held for what seemed like an eternity. He was so damn gorgeous, his deep brown eyes with a hint of gold, lush lashes, and a dusting of five-o’clock shadow on his square jaw that she ached to feel rubbed against all her soft places. As if he read her mind, his mouth caressed her bottom lip. He waited, expecting her to pull back. Need took over, and she lost her mind.

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Nancy C. Weeks has loved happy-ever-after romances since her early teens.
While still in college, she met and married her hero. She spent the
next several years honeymooning and working overseas. Today, she
lives in suburban Maryland with her husband of more than thirty
years. With her two grown children out of the nest, she enjoys
spending her days writing suspenseful happily-ever-after adventures
outside on the deck as the local bird population keeps her company.
When she is not writing, Nancy loves to blog about fascinating
people, both real and fictional. The one quote that kept her dream
alive:
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were
to success when they gave up. ~Thomas Edison~
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The Fortune Teller’s Secret by Ron D. Voigts Book Tour + #Giveaway

20/03/17

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The Fortune Teller’s Secret
A Cavendish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 2
by Ron D. Voigts
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
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A dead man on a Ferris wheel and a cold-case murder take Cavendish
Brown into a world of carnival freaks, ghosts, and killers.
The annual carnival comes to Maiden Falls, a small town in the West
Virginia Mountains, but everything is not merry.


The ghost of a woman appears to Cavendish Brown, a carnival worker lies
dead aboard a car on the Ferris wheel, and a bullied teenager plots
to kill people at the carnival with a homemade bomb. More
complications arise. Cavendish again butts heads with the local
sheriff, Clinton Pike.
Marbella Wellingway, owner of the newspaper where Cavendish works, receives a
visit from the Angel of Death. And a Fortune Teller at the carnival
knows something that could forever change Cavendish’s life.
With the aid of Jane, a disturbed psychic, and Alexandra, a Goth witch, he
must find the killer, help the mystery woman, and risk his life to
prevent more deaths.
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From the darkness came a whisper.

“Help me.”

I heard the woman’s voice clearly. Yet everywhere was black. A void. Impenetrable and empty.

“Help me, please.”

Sounds beyond the woman’s plea filled the vacuum. Somewhere a happy tune played on a pipe organ, the music dancing in the wind, a prelude to a circus parade with clowns and acrobats and a dancing bear. Children and adults laughed and cheered. Wonderful scents lingered in the air. Sweet cotton candy and popcorn elicited memories of happy times.

Something else filled the atmosphere. The smells of dampness and dirt mingled, forcing back the joy. Decaying leaves and rot stung my nose. I retched at the stench of death.

Disjointed images, fuzzy around the edges, traveled toward me then fell away into nothingness. A farm tractor. A wood rail fence. And a sign, blurred except for the words “GATE MUST BE KEPT CLOSED.”

With the snap, the darkness returned.

In the black, a speck of light grew into an image, taking form and shape. A woman stood in front of me, dressed gaily in a short ruffled pink skirt below a yellow long-sleeve shirt with triangles of black print. Leg warmers like a dancer might wear were bunched around her ankles. A blue ribbon tied in a bow kept back wild, unruly hair.

Her wide blue eyes stared at me, unblinking. Her lips, painted bright red, pursed.

“Help me.”

A dark wet spot appeared in her brown hair on the left side of her head, growing like a stain. Blood trickled from the edge of her ear and to her throat. Her head twisted, and a deep gash formed on its side.

She stretched out her arms as if crucified and fell backward in slow motion, tumbling away, then crashing with a deep thud. Her head struck the earth and the blue ribbon came loose. She twisted at an impossible angle, arms and legs bent like a broken doll.

A man in a denim jacket hovered above her, clutching a rock. He stared at the blood covering his hand. A shiver passed through him. He released the rock, letting it vanish into the shadows that surrounded everything.

Another man with his back toward me sauntered up to the woman and stopped at her feet. He wore a white T-shirt with a cigarette pack rolled into the sleeve. He scratched the back of his head, mussing his hair. “What did you do, Johnny boy?”

“I killed her!” The man in denim fell to his knees.

The one in the T-shirt took a drag on a cigarette and tossed it aside. “I’ll take care of things.”

Shadows swelled around them and eclipsed everything except the woman’s face. Her eyes opened. Her lips parted. The whisper came once more. “Please, help me.”

“No, no.” I wanted to run and flee this place of death, to be away from these evil men. “No.”

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The Witch’s Daughter
A Cavndish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 1
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Investigative reporter and recent widower, Cavendish Brown, is unemployed and
floundering. Coerced into returning to his childhood home by the
town’s eccentric matriarch, Cavendish finds himself involved in
murder, deceit, and a not-so-subtle attempt at matchmaking. Joined by
Jane, a disturbed psychic, and Alexandra, a young Goth woman with
uncanny abilities, they follow leads into the hills of West Virginia
to catch the killer. A sheriff who shoots first and asks questions
later makes solving the case difficult for the trio. Adding further
complications is an ex-girlfriend with a mob hitman on her trail who
seeks Cavendish’s help.
Immersed in a never-ending spiral of clues and secrets, he must unlock the
darkness that surrounds the enigmatic Jane, stay ahead of the law,
and come to terms with his own grief.
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Ron D. Voigts lives in Raleigh, North Carolina and sometimes somewhere
else. When back in Raleigh, he enjoys time with his family, watches
old movies and shoots lots of pool. He has his own private writer’s
retreat in La Vale, MD where he spends lots of time working on his
next novel while enjoying the mountains and eating ice cream.
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