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The Truth Will Out by Karen J Mossman – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/03/17

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The Truth Will Out
by Karen J Mossman
Genre: Thriller, Suspense
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Kelly needs to escape from her abusive and controlling boyfriend, but she’s
terrified to leave. She’s then given a chance to start a fresh, but
is the cost for her freedom too high?
Sarah is happy in her life. She has a dream job and a perfect roommate. But
when a brick is thrown through the window, followed by a letter
containing razor blades, her life starts to spin out of control.
Detective Ryan Andrews is on the case and the two quickly form a
close bond.
Will Kelly pay that price for freedom? Can Sarah’s secret past be kept
from Ryan?
In the end The Truth Will Out.
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“How’s the yoga going?” Dave asked, having watched her practice in the garden.

“Good. I like it.”

“You go to that retreat, don’t you?” he added.

Kelly’s heart dropped as Johnny suddenly looked up. “What retreat?”

“The one down the back road over Forsham way,” Dave volunteered, not realising this was the first Johnny had heard of it.

“I hadn’t told you because I didn’t think you’d be interested,” she lied.

“Since when do you keep things to yourself? Of course, I’m interested.”

Dave stood up, aware that he had caused a little trouble. “Sorry, I didn’t realise it was a secret. I’m gonna get showered and burn these clothes. Get the stink of pig off me.”

Pete stood too. “Yeah, thanks for the coffee, I’ve got some stuff I need to be doing.”

That left her and Johnny looking at one another. “Tell me about this retreat?” he said as the door closed.

“There is nothing to tell, really. I came across it one day and liked what I saw. I go a couple times a week. The rest of the time I practise in the garden. I just need something for myself, Johnny.”

“You don’t need anything more than what I provide for you.”

She sighed. “I know, generally, it is enough, but I want to stay healthy and looking good for you. It’s important to me too.”

“I don’t like you keeping anything from me. I like to know exactly what goes on in my organisation. You know that. It’s the only way I can control everything.”

“It’s not part of your organisation. It’s just something I like to do.”

“You are part of it. You play an integral part of it. I’m the one who says what’s good for you, K, not you. So, tell me more about this retreat and let me decide.”

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Karen J Mossman comes from a family of journalists with her grandfather and
uncle having been newspaper editors. Further back a 2x grandfather
wrote for his local paper and also published a book based on those
articles. Karen is the only one to go into fiction.
Two of her novels are romantic suspense and one is a thriller. She also
has three themed short story collections.
Karen is also an avid blogger and book reviewer, “It’s especially
important to me to have feedback from my readers, so please leave a
review when you have read one of my books.”
Karen lives on the beautiful Isle of Anglesey off the North Wales coast
with her husband and elderly Yorkshire terrier. She has two grown up
children, who were both born on the same day, two years apart.
“I enjoy writing in different genres and you can see some of my shorter
stories on my website.”
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Of Cinder and Bone By Kyoko M – Book Tour + #Giveaway

23/03/17

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Of Cinder and Bone
By Kyoko M
Genre: SciFi Thriller, Fantasy
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After centuries of being the most dangerous predators on the planet,
dragons were hunted to extinction. That is, until Dr. Rhett “Jack”
Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali cracked the code to bring them back.
Through their research at MIT, they resurrected the first dragon
anyone has seen alive since the 15th century. There’s just one
problem.
Someone stole it.
Caught between two ruthless yakuza clans who want to clone the dragon, Jack
and Kamala brave the dangerous streets of Tokyo to steal their dragon
back in a race against time before the world is taken over by
mutated, bloodthirsty monsters that will raze it to ashes.
Of Cinder and Bone is an all-new sci-fi thriller from the author of the
Amazon bestselling Black Parade novels. Don’t miss out on this
explosive first-in-series!
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“Yep, this is exactly where I thought I’d be at this point in my life,” Jack sighed, pulling on yet another pair of latex gloves as he stared forlornly at the reeking dumpster. “Ass-deep in garbage.”

“We lead a charming life,” Kamala agreed. “At least the manager was kind enough to let us do this without a fight. Technically, we’re supposed to wait for the police.”

“Not enough time on the clock for that. We’ll work out the details later.” Jack cleared his throat and cast her a sidelong glance, smirking.

“Ladies first?”

Kamala sent him a glare that could curdle milk. His smirk widened into a grin before he tossed both large black lids back and heaved himself up over the side. He landed and wobbled for a moment before shuddering as the stench of rotten food swallowed him whole. He breathed through his mouth in shallow bursts, his eyes tearing, and managed to keep his breakfast down after a moment.

“Yep,” he said weakly, offering Kamala his arm. “Charming, indeed.”

She climbed in next to him and they carefully rooted through the trash, checking for any bits of electronics in case the laptop had been disassembled before being tossed. “What are the odds that we’ll find it in this mess?”

“We probably have a better chance of growing wings and flying around the city,” Jack said, grimacing as he tossed a half-filled macchiato aside. “But the devil’s in the details. There is no perfect crime. If Okegawa was on a deadline, he might have been in a rush. Being in a rush means making mistakes. That’s all we need. Just one mistake to catch him.”

They searched for the better part of half an hour before Kamala heard a suspicious crunching sound beneath her covered boots. She shifted a few things aside and found a long white cord. She tugged sharply on it and the battery charger for a MacBook laptop popped free, swinging in her hand. She met Jack’s gaze and they both tore through the trash surrounding that spot. A moment later, Kamala’s hands closed on Jack’s laptop.

“Hello, beautiful,” Jack said, wiping grime and gunk off of it. “Leave it closed. I’m sure the garbage probably did a number on any evidence on the outside, but there might be fibers or hairs between the keyboard and the screen. Nice work, Dr. Anjali.”

She flashed him a grin, handed it to him, and turned to exit the dumpster. She stopped after only a step. Jack realized why a second later.

Konnichiwa,” Okegawa said pleasantly, his smile off-setting the silenced Beretta .9mm in his large hand. “Ogenki desu ka?

“We’ve been better,” Kamala said, slowly raising her hands.  Jack did the same, but he inched towards her in an attempt to block Okegawa’s line of sight.

“Relax, Jackson,” Okegawa drawled, his tone almost bored. “I have no intention of hurting ojō-sama.”

“Well, you tossed my apartment and now you have a gun pointed at us,” Jack said. “You understand my concern.”

“Of course. The gun is merely insurance. If I wanted you dead, I could have had it done already. I think you know that, as smart as you are.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Then what do you want?”

“A distraction. That’s why I left the laptop for you to find. It gave me time to break into your car and take the other laptop. I’ve been trying to get it for days, but ojō-sama takes it with her everywhere, unlike you.”

Kamala clenched her jaw. “How long have you been following us?”

Okegawa shrugged. “Not long. Had to get everything prepped and tie up loose ends.”

“Is that what we are now? Loose ends? It’s broad daylight, man. You can’t just shoot us and walk away. Hell, you’ve probably only got another thirty seconds before one of the Starbucks employees empties the trash and sees you.”

Hai. That’s why you’re going to toss me the laptop.”

“Or you’ll shoot me?”

What little light there was in Okegawa’s brown eyes sputtered out. “Hai.”

“You just said you didn’t want me dead.”

Another dispassionate shrug. “I’d prefer not to, but if you push me, I will retaliate.”

“Jack,” Kamala whispered.

He glanced at her. She kept her eyes on Okegawa, but her tone was enough. He exhaled and tossed Okegawa the laptop. It landed at his feet, shattering several pieces over the concrete with a loud crash. Okegawa flinched on instinct, his eyes snapping towards it for a split second.

Kamala took her Taser out of her pocket and shot it at Okegawa.

Okegawa screamed as the electrified prongs hit him. Jack pulled Kamala down into the dumpster as the gun went off twice, tearing two chunks out of the wall where he’d been standing. They both lay panting in the garbage heap as they heard a thud and then nothing. Jack motioned for her to stay put and slowly rose to his knees, peeking over the rim of the dumpster.

Okegawa lay on the ground, twitching occasionally, his eyes shut, teeth clenched, the gun lying several feet away.

Jack scooped Kamala up in his hands with a hysterical laugh, holding her above his head. “You. Are. Freaking. Brilliant.”

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The Black Parade, has been on Amazon’s Bestseller List at #5 in the
Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit
degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid
excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek
mythology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a
manuscript (or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on
Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a
good Harry Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any
author, she wants nothing more than to contribute something great to
the best profession in the world, no matter how small.
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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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Nate Temple Chronicles By Shayne Silvers – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/3/17

Obsidian Son
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 1
By Shayne Silvers
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
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A city that doesn’t believe in magic. Bloodthirsty weredragons. Good
thing this reckless playboy has superpowers…
It’s been said that monsters cry when a good man goes to war. But they
should run screaming like little school girls when that man is
secretly a wizard, and maybe not necessarily good…
Nate Temple’s all-consuming quest to avenge his parents is temporarily
put on hold when shape-shifting dragons invade St. Louis. And perhaps
cow-tipping the Minotaur for answers might not have been Nate’s
smartest opening move, because now every flavor of supernatural thug
from our childhood nightmares is gunning for him. Nate learns that
the only way to save his city from these creatures is to murder his
best friend…
Nate’s choice will throw the world and his own conscience into cataclysmic
chaos: avenge his parents or become a murderer to save his city.
Because to do either, he’s going to have to show the world that
magic is very, very real, and that monsters are very, very hungry…
To survive, he might just need to take a page from the book, How to
Win Friends and Influence Monsters.
If you like Jim Butcher, Kevin Hearne, or Patrick Rothfuss, you will
LOVE the first installment of The Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller
series.
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Blood Debts
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 2
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A Wizard, an Angel, and a Horseman of the Apocalypse walk into a bar…
The ancient pact between mankind, Heaven, and Hell has been broken. And
this upstart wizard’s quest for vengeance may have just kicked off
Armageddon. So, time for a drink… or maybe two.
Already plagued with sinister night terrors that could qualify him as a
card-carrying psychopathic insomniac, Nate can barely even manage to
put his pants on in the morning, let alone pick teams for the
Apocalypse.
But when he’s framed as a demon sympathizer, condemned by the Armies of
Heaven, and hunted down by both his allies and the Four Horsemen,
this wizard doesn’t think it can get any worse…
Then they take away his magic. And a wizard without magic stands no chance
against the forces of Heaven and Hell…
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Grimm
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 3
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The Brothers Grimm – legendary supernatural assassins – have escaped
their prison, and their first day in St. Louis could be Nate Temple’s
last…
Sharing a beer with Death – one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse –
really put a few things into perspective for this foul-mouthed,
billionaire wizard. Like finally strapping on the boots to propose to
his girlfriend.
But assassination contracts have a way of putting wedding plans on hold.
Perhaps permanently. And with the entire wedding party on the
bloodthirsty Grimm’s hit-list, and his family fortune in jeopardy,
Nate realizes they can’t run and they can’t hide. So, time to do
magic and stuff…
But with every flavor of supernatural thug teaming up to help the Grimms,
Nate realizes that friends have become enemies and enemies have
become friends, and he’s forced to cross lines that are better left
uncrossed.
When magic, claws, and teeth dance to the song of war, the only thing left
to learn is who lives and who dies. And if Nate can live with the
consequences.
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Silver Tongue
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 4
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My resume is pretty full: I’ve cow-tipped the Minotaur, decimated a
gang of weredragons, sucker-punched an Angel, and eaten pancakes with
the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse…
I’ve kidnapped one of the most powerful wizards on the planet, and
slaughtered the Brothers Grimm. I’m kind of a big deal.
But I never thought I’d find myself at a crossroads, a pawn in a deadly
game that I hadn’t known existed, willing to sell my soul to save
the life of someone I loved… That’s when I learned true fear,
because the world I thought I knew was all just smoke and mirrors,
and I was just a puppy playing amongst wolves…
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Beast Master
The NateTemple Chronicles Book 5
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What do you do for Thanksgiving Dinner when your guests are Death, an
Angel, and a slew of other monsters? You have a nerf gun war, of
course… But the Queens of Fae want to crash his party. And the
Beast Master is abducting shifter children for a Monster Circus.

Thanksgiving Dinner plans with Death, an Angel, a vampire, Achilles, and a slew of
other monsters are cut short because a Monster Circus has come to
town. And the Beast Master needs new Monsters for his show…
But the Queens of Fae also want a little deep-fried wizard for the
holidays.
Oh, and Nate is losing that last finger-hold on his
sanity: hallucinating, and talking to creatures that no one else can
see. The ancient demon inside of him is getting stronger, fighting
for dominance, and only one of them can survive.
But when a wizard curses Nate, extorting him to rescue a lethal Chimera child
from the Beast Master’s Circus, Nate’s only option is to partner
with his inner demon, risking his very soul. But his friends begin to
doubt and fear this new, darker Nate, taking matters into their own
hands – even when that means standing against him.
With allies turned enemies, the Fae breathing down his neck, and a
dangerous child’s life on the line, Nate must call upon, bully, and
coerce new storybook legends and gods to save his traitorous friends
from becoming the Beast Master’s next victims…
Discover what – if anything – Nate is willing to sacrifice to save the
friends who betrayed him…
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Shayne is a man of mystery and power, whose power is exceeded only by his
mystery. In other words, a storyteller.
He currently writes the Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series, which
features a foul-mouthed young wizard with a chip on his shoulder
attempting to protect St. Louis from the various nasties we all know
and fear from our childhood bedtime stories. Nate’s been known to
suckerpunch an Angel, cow-tip the Minotaur, and steal Death’s horse
in order to prove his point. His utter disregard for consequences and
self-preservation will have you laughing and cringing on the edge of
your seat.
Shayne holds two high-ranking black belts, and enjoys conversing about
anything Marvel, Magical, or Mythological. You might find him writing
in a coffee shop near you, cackling madly into his computer screen
while pounding shots of espresso.
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Loved by a Killer by C.F. Rabbiosi – Spotlight Tour + #Giveaway

08/03/17


Loved By A Killer: A Sexy Paranormal Thriller
Loved By A Killer Series
Book One
C.F. Rabbiosi
Genre: PNR, Thriller, Horror
Release Date: Oct. 26th 2016
ISPN: 978-1539743590
ASIN: B01MCXOZ69
Number of Pages: 274
Word Count: Appr. 86,000
Cover artists: Sam Briggs and Ashen Sorrow
Book Description:
Raina loved performing upon the London stage, but one night she found herself dancing for only HIM. She froze, and looked to the balcony where the gaslights flickered dimly over his shadowy form. If only she had known that this beautiful monster would soon rip her away from everything in the world SHE EVER LOVED, perhaps she wouldn’t have lingered so long.
Marcus loved being a blood thirst predator, but one night his gallivanting brought him to his knees in front of HER. If only he’d known what would happen when she danced, that she would remind him of someone who was everything in the world HE EVER LOVED, Perhaps he would’ve turned away.
As he drags her deeper and deeper into his depraved world of torture and violence, she begins fighting with her own darkness that threatens to consume her everyday. And oh, how it begs to be released. And though she knows it’s wrong, she desires her captor anyway.
Until she begins falling for someone else…
Meanwhile, prostitutes are being butchered in the streets and she begins to wonder: Is her dark lover, the one she is bound to, The Ripper?
With an accurate account of the creepy gaslit times of London and real Jack the Ripper crime scenes, Loved By A Killer is an exciting read from start to finish.
 
 
I RACE UPSTAIRS
AND TURN THE GASLIGHT ON to its brightest setting and listen to every sound in
the house, for anything unusual and for Marcus’ return. My mind spins over this
turn of events. The mutilated girl in the picture. The monster that takes pleasure in her horrific murder. The kind of
monster that stole my mother away in the darkness leaving our lives wrecked.
But now I have power: speed, strength, senses that are out of this world, and
an affinity for the night. And somewhere, this monster lurks in the night- that
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I’m going to destroy him. Jack
the Ripper, Marcus, whoever he is-
he’s dead. I don’t believe it will cost me what’s left of my humanity, but even
if my soul disintegrates to pieces, he must be stopped.
“Fascinated…captivated… Throw me
to the devil for I am painfully in love with you.” Marcus appears in the
doorway. His face gleams happily and he throws his hat onto the dresser. 
I force a smile. “What have you
been up to?”
“Oh, baby, I have my own vampire things to tend to.” He extends his hand
toward my face and I flinch. “Have you eaten?” My muscles feel weak and my
chest burns a little. “No? Let me fix that. Tom!”
“Please don’t let me hurt him,” I say.
He nods. I drink from the young servant’s wrist as my mind swims with horrid
thoughts. After ten gulps, I force my mouth away and it doesn’t hurt as much,
being far more interested in Marcus’ bloody affairs. I pull up a sleeve to wipe
the blood away and Tom lies back on the bed.
“Guess what happened tonight?”
Marcus flings messy hair out of his face and plops down on the bed beside me.
 “What happened?”
“There was another murder on the
East side.”
My breath catches. “And?” I
flutter my eyelids up at my beaming vampire. “How do you know that?”
“While I was… out, the town was
a-buzz with the sad murmurings of a new victim.”
“You seem so torn up.”
“Of course not. But she was.”  
Tom’s hand lands on my leg. “Can
I be yours? Like, your personal blood boy?”
Marcus scoffs. “She’s likely to
kill you, chap.”    
“Go ahead Marcus, tell me what
happened,” I say, unable to keep my voice steady.
“They say it was a bangtail
called Dark Annie. The doctor had to scoop her intestines and organs out of the
dirt and put them back into her stomach.”
“I see.” My mind unveils all the
mutilated women in the artwork I just discovered in Marcus’ study. What a
painting this new murder would make. “He’s not going to stop, is he?” I stare
pointedly into those dark pools of hypnotizing evil.
“Doubtful.” He cocks his head to
the side and grins.
Well, hell.

 

About the Author:
Charity lives in the University town of Columbia, MO with her husband and three girls. She holds degrees in Science and Registered Nursing, but found her true passion in writing.
Her stories are inspired by Interview with the Vampire, The Last Vampire, Buffy and True Blood and finds herself on most days living and writing in her own fantasy world- when she’s not chasing after her kids.
Member of Writers Digest, Writers Café, and Word Press.

 

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The Empty Room by Sarah J. Clemens – Book Tour + #Giveaway

02/03/17

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by Sarah J Clemens
Genre: Psychological Suspense, Thriller, Mystery
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Rain soaked and dreary, it was a 1901 abandoned Victorian that newlyweds
Dean and Elizabeth Montgomery hoped would fulfill their dreams of a
new start in life, even if the town of Eastbrook, Maine was nestled
under a constant blanket of fog.
The first neighbor the couple meets dashes those hopes when he raises a
bizarre question: what happened to the last person who lived in their
house? A cryptic question, but nothing to worry about. At least not
until the couple looked under the floorboards inside the house.
Under mounting pressure from the residents of Eastbrook to stop questioning
the past, Dean and Elizabeth are driven deeper into the history of
the house, the town, and their neighbors. When the couple discovers
what happened in Eastbrook, keeping the secret could save their
lives, but uncovering the truth might be worth the risk.
What happened inside The Empty Room is a mystery until the last page. A
gripping psychological suspense, the story takes readers on a
cat-and-mouse game where some secrets are better off hidden.
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The two were quite uncertain as to why it seemed so difficult to step inside the room. They

had trampled across every inch of the house and looked through the belongings of a man they had never met, but felt as though they were intruding to even stand outside the door of an empty room.

Dean was a problem solver though and had finally settled on a way to get over that feeling.

As he stood behind Elizabeth, just outside of the door frame, and with his coffee cup still in one hand, he put the palm of his hand on her back and gave a strong push.

She stumbled awkwardly into the room.

“There,” he said proudly as he took a sip. “What do you think?”

“I think that you’re going to have a hard time sleeping tonight,” she replied.

He found it ironic that he had already weighed that possibility before he shoved her, and had still decided to do so. He smiled. “I’m good with that.”

He took a few faltering steps behind her before taking a deep breath and stepping inside

completely. They both looked around and identified the same exact features they had seen the first time they stood outside the door: an entirely empty room with a sheer white curtain covering the only window, now with a new perspective standing inside.

Compared to the rest of the rooms in the house, this room was small. It had a closet on the

left wall and the window on the back wall, which looked out into the backyard. There was

nothing special or unique about the room, except this one wasn’t crammed to the ceiling with personal touches.

Dean and Elizabeth stared at each other as though competing for a prize in a contest, when Dean’s concentration fixated on something else. She followed the direction of his eyes to the wall behind her which had abruptly claimed his attention.

He had only stepped a few feet inside of the room when he eyed something on the east wall behind his wife. As he walked around her, she turned to look. He still clenched his coffee cup tightly in his left hand but reached up his right hand and ran his palm along the wall. Elizabeth stood in silence behind him and waited for an explanation. His hand paused in areas and then continued up and down until he reached the corner of the room.

The wallpaper, which was striped with thick bands of blue and slender bands of green, had

stolen his concept of the English language, and he ignored his wife’s persistent calling of his name.

“Dean? Dean. Dean!” she insisted without a response from him. She approached him from

behind and grabbed ahold of his shoulder and shook him.

He stumbled back upon reality long enough to mumble, “What is that?” he said, half dazed.

Elizabeth’s curiosity had remained occupied on her husband’s behavior until she too caught sight of what he had been eyeing. Covered by the blue and green wallpaper was the faint and somewhat abstract outline of something beneath the paper.

“Go get me something to get this wallpaper down.” The sound of his voice was urgent. He

sat his coffee up on the window sill and ran both hands along the wall.

Elizabeth froze for a moment before turning toward the door. She had just reached the hall

when he called out, “Hey, wait. Look at this. It peels off.”

She turned sharply on her heel and headed back toward him.

“Here, can you help me with this? I’ll grab the top corner,” he said.

Each gripping a piece of wallpaper, they slowly pulled back the sun-faded sheets as it wilted off the wall. The persistent rain and wet weather, along with a poorly insulated window would make for some mold problems later on down the road, but for now, it made the process of removing wallpaper move at a much more rapid speed, and with their joint efforts the paper pulled cleanly off the wall.

The two stood with the now crinkled wallpaper clutched in their hands. Dean released his

grip and dropped the ball of paper. He took a step back from the freshly unveiled wall.

“What on…” Elizabeth’s mouth gaped open and she seemed faced with the same loss of

speech that her husband had experienced moments ago.

The wall, originally painted a now-faded yellow color, was splattered in red. Dean reclaimed the step that he sacrificed an instant earlier and squinted at the wall. The two had questioned the intentions of a man who would leave everything he owned behind and they had possibly found the answer, but now, the question shifted to whether or not they wanted to know.

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Sarah J. Clemens is the author of the debut mystery novel, The Empty Room.
She started writing The Empty Room in 2008 and formed her own imprint
in 2016 called Off the Page Publishing.
She started out her professional career working as a news assistant for
her local newspaper before finding a passion for the law and pursued
an education in criminal justice. In addition to writing fiction, she
is also a legal assistant with an Associate of Arts and a Bachelor of
Science in Criminal Justice with an emphasis in Human Services.
Sarah was born in California and now lives and works in Boise, Idaho. She
has the same sarcastic sense of humor as the characters in her books,
and she has an unparalleled love for animals.
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The Azrael Initiative by K Hanson – Book Tour + #Giveaway

23/02/17

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The Azrael Initiative
Kayla Falk Series Book 1
by K Hanson
Genre: Action Thriller
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Best friends Kayla Falk, an engineering student, and Olivia Bellamy, who
is studying nursing, are nearing the end of their college career when
terrorists attack their university. Through a combination of
cleverness, bravery, and luck, the two manage to foil the deadly
plot. A mysterious man from the United States government, Mr.
Hightower, sees their potential and attempts to recruit Kayla and
Olivia for a program to take on ISIS. They initially refuse, but
another terrorist attack that strikes close to home pushes them to
change their minds and join the Azrael Initiative.
After several months of hard training, the two women are dropped into
Al-Raqqah, the capital of ISIS, in Syria. Once there, they must blend
in with the locals as they strike from the shadows to kill ISIS
leaders, destroy their facilities, and free captives. As Americans
deep within enemy territory, they know that they will be killed if
discovered. As women, they also know that they would suffer before
death. Walking the line between vengeance and justice strains their
relationship. As they work to resolve their differences, the symphony
of brutality around them ultimately pushes them closer together and
forges them into the warriors that they were meant to become.
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K Hanson is a new author and is currently working on launching his
debut novel, The Azrael Initiative, which features two young women
being thrown into the fight against ISIS. He is also working on Storm
Raven, the first book in a new fantasy series.
K lives in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where he works as a software
developer. In his spare time, when he isn’t writing, he enjoys
reading, working out, playing video games, and spending time with his
wonderful girlfriend, Bobbi.
Some of his favorite authors are Tom Clancy, George R. R. Martin, and
Sarah Maas.
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