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Little Bits of Karma by Laura Simmons – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/08/17

Little Bits of Karma
by Laura Simmons
Genre: Paranormal Romance
A captivating story of reincarnation, redemption, and forgiveness. Even
though Holly O’Rourke is having problems with her longtime
significant other, James, she has never entertained thoughts of
infidelity…that is, until the day she has a chance encounter with
Charlie, a handsome coworker. James promises he will change and work
on their relationship, but Holly’s feelings for Charlie just won’t
go away. Distressed by her mixed emotions, Holly schedules an
appointment for a reading with a psychic medium, where she discovers
her adulterous past lives and their tragic consequences. Holly learns
to do her own past life regression through self-hypnosis and uncovers
not only lives that she shared with James and Charlie, but how the
other people in her present life have been with her in the past—the
threads of their lives interwoven for centuries. Holly is stunned by
recurring themes and the issues of karmic justice that need to be
addressed. Where will her karmic path ultimately lead? Find out in
Little Bits of Karma, an entertaining new book about spiritual cause
and effect.
Can be read as a standalone.
Tough Karma:
A Race Against Time
From the Author of Little Bits of Karma comes a chilling new tale of loss,
tragedy, psychic warfare, and eternal love. Amber Macklin’s world
is cruelly shattered when she loses her baby girl three months after
her husband’s sudden death. Her cousin, Bryce, comes to her rescue,
moving her into his home for fear she will kill herself from the
grief. He provides solace and a shoulder to cry on, and he has loved
her as more than a cousin for a long time. Amber and Bryce soon
discover they are not blood relatives, which opens the door for
romance as he pulls her through her darkest hours. When Mike, a
college friend of Bryce’s, stops by to visit, Amber senses a deadly
secret behind his nice guy persona. She has a frightening dream that
Mike is trying to kill her and recurring sleepwalking episodes where
she draws detailed pictures of him torturing her. Deeply troubled,
Bryce uses his ability to astral travel to investigate Mike and
uncover his terrifying past. Mike has had his eye on Amber for some
time, and when he learns that Bryce and Amber have become lovers, he
is furious. Mike abducts Amber and takes her to his rural Georgia
hideaway, and Bryce must rely on his astral abilities to track her
down. But will he be too late?
Can be read as a standalone.
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I enjoy reading books on psychic phenomena and all things metaphysical.
Most of my life I’ve been fascinated with astral travel, dreams, the
ability to see the future, and reincarnation.
I’ve wanted to write a book since I was a child, it was the first thing I
can ever remember saying I wanted to do when I grow up. I love
creating worlds in my mind and writing about them. My best days are
when my characters decide to have lively conversations and I type
them fast and furious.
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Pre-Release for The Church of the Holy Child by Patricia Hale

12/08/17

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Book Title: The Church of the Holy Child by Patricia Hale

Release date: 15th August 2017

Genre: Mystery/Suspense

Word Count: 65,000

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About the book

Women are turning up dead at the local women’s shelter, an ex-cop turned PI and his partner stumble through a maze of dead ends while a distraught priest hears the killer’s confession and wrestles with his loyalty to the church.

 

Excerpt

Inside the wooden confessional there’s a man who talks to God. At least that’s what my mother told me the last time we were here. But a month has passed since she disappeared so today I’ve come to the church alone. I no longer believe that she’s coming back for me like she said. Instead, I’ve become her stand-in for the beatings my father dishes out. That’s what he calls it, dishing out a beating, like he’s slapping a mound of mashed potato on my plate. He swaggers through the door ready for a cold one after coming off his seven to three shift, tosses his gun and shield on our kitchen table and reaches into the refrigerator for a Budweiser. I cringe in the corner and make myself small, waiting to hear what kind of day he’s had and whether or not I’ll be his relief. More often than not, his eyes search me out.  “’C’mere asshole,” he says, popping the aluminum top, “I’m gonna dish out a beating.” If anyone can help me, it has to be this guy who talks to God. I open the door of the confessional with my good arm and step inside.

Twenty-Three Years Later

One

His breath was warm on my neck, his lips hot and dry. His tongue searched the delicate skin below my ear. Heart quickening, back arching, I rose to meet him.

The phone on the nightstand vibrated.

“Shit,” Griff whispered, peeling away from me, our clammy skin reluctant to let go.     He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and flashed me his bad-boy, half-smile. “Cole,” he said into the phone.

At times like this, cell phones rate right alongside other necessary evils like cod liver oil and flu shots. I leaned against his back and caressed his stomach, damp dunes of sculpted muscle. Not bad for a guy north of forty. Griff still measured himself against the hotshots in the field. But in my book he had nothing to worry about; I’d take the stable, wise, worn-in model over a wet behind the ear, swagger every time.

He pried my fingers from his skin and walked toward the bathroom still grunting into the phone.

I slipped into my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. I have my morning priorities and since the first one was interrupted by Griff’s phone, coffee comes in a close second.

Twenty minutes later he joined me dressed in his usual attire, jeans, boots, tee shirt and sport jacket. Coming up behind me, he nuzzled my neck as I poured Breakfast Blend into a travel mug. Coffee splashed onto the counter top.

“Gotta run,” he said taking the cup from my hand.

“What’s up?”

“Not sure yet. That was John. He said he could use a hand.

“Sobering up?

Griff flinched like I’d landed one to his gut.

“Sorry,” I said. “Cheap shot.”

“Woman found dead early this morning.”

About the Author

IMG_1384Patricia Hale received her MFA degree from Goddard College. Her essays have appeared in literary magazines and the anthology, My Heart’s First Steps. Her debut novel, In the Shadow of Revenge, was published in 2013. The Church of the Holy Child is the first book in her PI series featuring the team of Griff Cole and Britt Callahan. Patricia is a member of Sister’s in Crime, Mystery Writer’s of America, NH Writer’s Project and Maine Writer’s and Publisher’s Alliance. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and two dogs.

 

Website: www.patriciahale.org

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Church-Holy-Child-Patricia-Hale/dp/1940758599

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7113831

FaceBook: www.facebook.com/Patricia.hale.102

Twitter: @pmhale_

 

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Ken Fry Mystery Thrillers – Book Tour + #Giveaway

28/07/2017

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The Lazarus Succession
by Ken Fry
Genre: Historical Mystery Thriller
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AMAZON UK TOP 10 RELIGIOUS MYSTERY
A modern-day suspense thriller with a medieval mystery.
A LEGEND TO SLAUGHTER FOR…
A TRUTH TO DIE FOR…
The Lazarus Succession takes readers to the ancient scene of
Christ’s greatest miracle, to medieval Spain, and back to modern-day
Europe. In typical Ken Fry style, nothing is as it seems and a
surprise awaits at every turn of the page.
According
to legend, Annas Zevi, an artist who witnessed the raising of
Lazarus, was told by Christ to paint what he saw. Over the centuries,
his completed works has vanished, along with every other painting
depicting Lazarus’ resurrection. They were rumoured to be sacred
icons
with miraculous powers.
International Art Recovery Experts, Broderick Ladro and Ulla Stuart, are
hired by a disgraced High Court judge, Sir Maxwell Throgmorton, to
locate a long lost medieval painting by Spanish artist Francisco
Cortez. Like Zevi, his work is said to be divinely inspired.
Throgmorton’s client, a wealthy Spanish Condesa, is terminally ill and
the icon is her last hope. She will pay and do whatever it takes to
find the missing work of Cortez.
Unbeknown to the Condesa, Throgmorton seeks to make a vast personal fortune
from the discovery of the paintings, and use it to reclaim his place
in society.
Ladro and Stuart learns of Throgmorton’s deceit and attempts to thwart his
plans. As they delve deeper into the mystery of the missing Cortez
painting, they discover a secret that changes their lives
forever.
Just as it changed the lives of everyone it touched across the centuries.
Praise for The Lazarus Succession
“…the supernatural elements, and their effect on the characters, are pure
genius. Even an old cynic like me was entranced. The addition of a
little historical flavour, in the shape of frequent glances into a
beautifully depicted medieval Spain, gives the novel context, and a
timeless magic I found addictive.This is polished fiction of the
highest calibre, and I’m more than happy to award 5 stars.”
Stuart Kenyon, author
“…this is an excellent novel with many twists and turns, the pacing is
perfection, the characters are wonderful and the ending couldn’t be
better. If you want a riveting tale that will hold you in thrall from
the first page to the last, then this is your book.”
Carol Marrs Phipps, author
“The Lazarus Succession has a great historical and religious foundation
combined with a dynamic plot, twists, and turns. Ken Fry knows how to
keep the reader’s attention and trigger their emotional response.”
Lilah E. Noir, author
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The Patmos Enigma
by Ken Fry
Genre: Historical Mystery Thriller
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With the success of his UK Top 10 bestselling religious mystery, The
Lazarus Succession, Ken Fry once again crafts
a cunning and
explosive historical thriller
unlike any you’ve read
before.


Tel Aviv, Israel. Archaeologist
Joshua Agar makes a stunning discovery when on one of his excavation
sites, they unearth an ancient ossuary, untouched
since the day it was buried. Evidence and analysis reveals that the
contents of the find appear to be the six of the Seven Seals
mentioned in the bible’s Book of Revelation.
The Seventh is missing.
Meanwhile, a mysterious man has
been walking the Earth for millennia. He waits…
amassing knowledge and power, seeking to bring about the one event
that would release him from his endless existence. With
the discovery in Tel Aviv, his waiting might soon be over.
Joshua Agar and his team, Professor Simon Rockwell and Dr. Rachel Carver
soon realises the significance of their find. An ancient society
known as The Keepers awakens, and they are after the Seven Seals. For
it has been told, that whosoever breaks the seven seals will
have unimaginable power and control
over the new world
promised through the Second Coming of Christ.
The frantic hunt for the Seventh Seal begins. Through dusty caves, ancient churches,
and even within the most secretive vault on earth, they search
for clues
to the possible resting place of the missing
seal.
The archaeologists are not alone. Another ancient secret
brotherhood called the Guardians have long protected the Seven Seals,
since the time John of Patmos entrusted to them the Seventh. Using
their resources, they attempt to discover the identity of The Grand
Keeper and impede his plans for global upheaval.
As scientists, the archaeologists perceive their discovery as a
historical relic and not a religious find. But with the
forces aroused by the unearthing of the artefact
, they start to
question if there is indeed truth in the story.
The Patmos Enigma will take you on a journey of wonders and thrills as it
hurtles from dark truths to enlightening revelations as
the war between science and mysticism commences.
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Amazon bestselling author, Ken Fry, holds a university Master’s Degree in
Literature and has extensively traveled around the world. The places
and events are reflected in his stories and most of his tales are
based on his own experiences.


He was a former publisher before deciding to retire and devote his full
time to writing. He now lives in the UK and shares his home with
‘Dickens’ his Shetland Sheepdog.
Fry has published 7 suspense thrillers with more to be released in 2017.
Red Ground, The Lazarus Succession, Suicide Seeds, The Brodsky
Affair, Dying Days, and 2 short stories, Check Mate and Is That You,
Jim?


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discounts: http://www.booksbykenfry.com
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Winter’s Kiss by K.G. Stutts -Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/07/17

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Winter’s Kiss
Amethyst Chronicles Book 1
by K.G. Stutts
Genre: SciFi Romance
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Amethyst is a secret team of genetically enhanced humans which is Earth’s
greatest defensive weapon. Leading the team of super soldiers is
Ember Wilson, a tough woman with a huge chip on her shoulder. The
team gets their name from the after effect of the Genesis Project
which turned their eyes and even their blood purple.
For decades, Earth has been ravaged by unpredictable weather which began
to cause crops to fail. Most of the planet’s food sources have
deteriorated. Dr. Clayton Rudo has proclaimed he has the means to
save the soil. He has created a weather machine to regulate and help
replenish. But Ember knew the truth. He didn’t want to save the
planet. He wanted to control it. Amethyst destroyed the machine, but
was placed in stasis. Two years later, Rudo recreated the device and
has frozen Washington, DC and the west coast of the United States.
General Tom Blanchard brought Amethyst out of stasis to work with an elite
Air Force team, led by Major Liam Ross. Tensions between Ember and
Liam rise as they butt heads. Can they work together before Earth is
completely under ice?
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Croceus Poison
Amethyst Chronicles Book 2
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Ember lost it all when she lost Amethyst.
Now, as she recovers physically she must come to terms with her new
reality. The struggle to find herself again will push those who care
the most away even the men who love her.
In time, an opportunity to recreate her transformation presents itself.
Will she risk herself to find what she had? Is it worth her team? Her
heart?…
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Past Reflections
Amethyst Chronicles Book 3
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An accident has sent Ember Wilson one thousand years into the past!
Suddenly face to face with Drs. Madison Brooks and Mackenzie Rhodes,
two women who are legends in her time and the foundation of what will
be her world and their families. Ember is surprised to find that she
connects with the fabled group, especially with Logan Brooks, a
strong, handsome man who she can’t get out of her head. At first she
is content to kick back and enjoy her time before the brilliant
women can restore the timeline until she learns the storied
team needs her help to ensure the future happens.
With the future now riding on her, Ember faces a challenge that will test
even her abilities and skills. Will she make it back to her time?
Destiny intervenes as the future becomes entangled in the past in a
showdown for any decade.
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K.G. Stutts is the author of several sci-fi romance series as well as a
few romance stories. She has a degree in massage therapy. As a
contributor to Independent Writers Association (IWA) her insights can
be seen regularly there and on her own blog at kgstutts.blogspot.com
and her website at kgstutts.com


When she’s not weaving words, she enjoys reading, playing RPGs, hockey,
wrestling, and football, and is a big sci-fi nerd. Currently she
resides in North Carolina, USA with her husband, Brad.
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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson – Book promo

'The Authors Blog'

25/06/17

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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson

Genre: Middle Grade (8-12

year old reader) Science

Fiction, or for the

historically-minded adult

Word Count: 34,000

About the book

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money fo

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money for her paraplegic brother’s surgery. No motor vehicles are allowed but there are plenty of horses, making the island safe enough for Luc to have mobile freedom in his wheelchair all summer long.

When Arianna and Luc accidentally discover that a powder horn that’s been in their family for many generations can send them back in time to 1793, they meet their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the person who carved the treasure map on the powder horn. How can the siblings convince their ancestor to let them in on its secrets?

To complicate…

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Why Did It Have To Be You by Allyson Charles – Book Tour + #Giveaway

17/05/17

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WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU
by Allyson Charles
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: May 9, 2017
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Disorder In The Court . . .
Connie Wilkerson has worked her butt
off to go from heartbroken paralegal with a drinking problem to
becoming Pineville, Michigan’s fiercest new lawyer. But she’s
still short on luck. Exhibit A: her very first case is against
bad-boy contractor David Carelli.
Carelli has been a thorn in
Connie’s side since high school, getting away with whatever he
dreams up. He’s blond, handsome, and he dresses like a model. But
everyone in town knows he cuts corners. Just the way he looks at her
really gets Connie’s goat. She’s going to get him into chambers
and settle the smug right out of him.
There’s just one problem. Exhibit
B: Their supposedly hostile negotiations are turning hot instead. Now
the jury is out on whether a second chance is recommended . . .
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She knew he was trouble the moment he crossed her path. Big caramel eyes. Shaggy dark hair. An attitude as big as Lake Michigan. Head lowered, legs wide, he stood in the middle of the road like he owned it.

The brakes of her Jeep squealed as she rolled to a stop and put the vehicle in park. She met his suspicious glare with one of her own.

Connie Wilkerson peered down her narrow drive. It was about an eighth of a mile from her home to the main road along the bumpy dirt road, and no one else was in sight. What the hell was he doing here? And how had he gotten onto her driveway? Those were mysteries she didn’t have time to deal with. She had twenty minutes to make it to the courthouse for her first ever case as an attorney, and she couldn’t be late. Big and hairy didn’t look like he planned on moving out of her way anytime soon. Connie eyed the tuft of coarse brown hair jutting from his chin, and then the rows of rough-cut stones forming close walls around this stretch of driveway. Her fifteen-year-old Jeep had taken her over some rough terrain before, but attempting to roll over a two-foot rock wall would be foolhardy.

Leaning on her horn, she made shooing motions at him through the windshield. He dipped his head lower. Connie dug her nails into the steering wheel, her breaths coming short and fast. The clock on her dashboard told her she had eighteen minutes until court would be in session. She wiped away the dust covering the plastic clock face to confirm it. Yup, she was going to be late. Why did this crap always happen to her? She honked again, but the obstacle stood firm. She had to face the beast. Connie opened the door and lowered her sensible navy pumps to the ground, her two-inch heels sinking into the dirt. She reached into the backseat for the old steering wheel lock she never seemed to get around to throwing out, and held the metal bar in front of herself like a cattle prod.

“Move along.” She shook the club at him and took a small step forward. “Time to go on home.”

The goat cocked its head.

Connie narrowed her eyes. Sure, the mongrel might not understand her words, but any animal could understand from her waving a bar around that she wanted it to move. He didn’t have to look at her like she was crazy. Choking up on the club like a baseball bat, she swung it back and forth in the air. Unfazed, the goat snorted and pawed the ground. He must have escaped from a local farm, but she didn’t know of any that kept goats. Where the hell did he belong? She didn’t know that either, except it wasn’t on her driveway—or anywhere on her forested lot, for that matter.

“Well, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” And now she was giving the stupid animal the bartender talk.

The goat reacted to it about as well as she had in her heyday. He blew her a big raspberry, a string of drool dripping into his chin hair.

Connie’s foot paused inches above the ground. She looked down at her double-breasted silk skirt suit, the one that she’d spent her first paycheck as an attorney on, and back at the slobbering beast. She took a step away. Retreating to her Jeep seemed like a much better idea. Maybe if she nudged him with her bumper he’d scamper off? And really, if he decided not to move and worse came to worst, would anyone miss the scruffy animal? Goats went missing every day. Her butt bumped the hood, and the animal chose that moment to charge. Throwing her torso on the Jeep, she reached for the seam where the hood met the windshield to pull herself up. The metal bar in her hand slammed into the windshield. A crack splintered along the glass, and her jaw dropped with each inch. She had barely a second to process the damage when something tugged sharply at the back of her skirt. Connie craned her neck and shrieked in outrage when she caught sight of the navy silk

caught firmly between the goat’s teeth. He smiled around his mouthful.

“No!” She kicked out, and the animal danced sideways, avoiding her foot while maintaining his grip. He backed up.

“Oh shit.” Abandoning the club, she gripped the waistband of the skirt being pulled down her hips. “Let me go!”

He lowered his head and took another step back. Something had to give: either her skirt or her position on the Jeep. Connie slid off the hood and landed in a heap on the dirt. She pulled a dark lock of hair away from her mouth and looked up at one pissy goat. The animal blew a foul smelling breath across her face, and nausea coiled in her stomach.

“I didn’t mean it about running you over. I swear.”

He jutted his chin, appearing unconvinced.

A branch broke, and both Connie and the goat swung their heads around as a deer walked through the pine trees about fifty feet away. The goat took off, leaping over the low wall, spraying clumps of dirt onto Connie’s lap. He trotted toward the buck, looking like he’d found his new best friend. Short black tail perked up straight, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, he pranced around the deer, apparently forgetting the woman he’d just assaulted. The buck continued its stroll, ignoring the goat. Connie’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, and she pressed a hand to her chest. “What just happened?” Neither animal answered. Connie was used to wildlife around her home. She’d bought the small house out in the woods because of its rundown back porch where she could sip her coffee and watch the mourning doves and woodpeckers flit about. She’d even seen an elk and a fox roam her property at different times. But a goat with anger management issues was definitely a first.

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Allyson Charles lives in Northern
California. She’s the author of the “Pineville Romance” series,
small-town, contemporary romances published by Lyrical Press. A
former attorney, she happily ditched those suits and now works in her
pajamas writing about men’s briefs instead of legal briefs. When
she’s not writing, she’s probably engaged in one of her favorite
hobbies: napping, eating, or martial arts (That last one almost makes
up for the first two, right?). One of Allyson’s greatest
disappointments is living in a state that doesn’t have any Cracker
Barrels in it.
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Perilous Poetry by Kym Roberts – Cover Reveal

12/04/17

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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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Three career paths resonated for Kym
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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MOM by Collin Piprell – Book Tour

07/04/17

 

 

MOM
Magic Circles Series
Book 1
Collin Piprell
Genre: Sci Fi
Publisher: Common Deer Press
Date of Publication: April 5, 2017
ISBN: 9780995072961
ASIN: B01MZJ09T4
Number of pages: 373 pages
Word Count: 100k
Cover Artist: Common Deer Press
Tagline: A mystery thriller set in the second half of the twenty-first century, MOM is the first novel in Collin Piprell’s darkly comic and always thought-provoking MAGIC CIRCLES science-fiction series.

Book Description:

A GOD IS BORN!
TOO BAD ABOUT THE PERSONALITY DISORDER
So reads the graffito.
MOM is the mall operations manager — the greatest intelligence in history, a machine awakened to self-awareness at a time when the last few human survivors have withdrawn to the last two remaining refuges on Earth. Quarantined from the global nanobot superorganism outside the malls and from each other inside, the mallsters are utterly dependent on MOM for everything — including the ever-more suspect information they’re getting about the world Outside.
Now the malls are crumbling.

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Excerpt:

 

TOOT HAS SCUTTLED ahead into the dark
passage. Dee Zu follows far behind in the dark. She has stopped to gently smear
more of the soothing muck over herself. Try to avoid infection, her WalkAbout
is telling her. She laughs.
 Part of the flushed feeling could
be medibots at work, but the damage is too general to be sure. Whatever. This
might be too big a job for the in-house crew. But there’s good news,
compliments of the WalkAbout: she hurts so much that these must be only second-degree
burns; third-degree burns destroy the pain receptors. She stops, manages to
focus. She opens herself to a swell of anxiety, letting it dissipate before it
can erupt into full-blown panic. At the same time she relegates the pain to a
bearable distance.
It’s hard to judge, but she thinks they
must have already penetrated at least two hundred meters into this limestone
labyrinth. So far they have simply kept to their right. She must remember this,
which choices they have made, in case they have to retrace their route. This
particular tunnel has tapered to the point that, should they decide to return
to their start, Dee Zu, at least, will have to back out.
Another choice presents itself. Which
way to go, which fork to take? This time, Dee Zu’s ears tell her, Toot has
trotted off down the leftward tunnel. Dee Zu feels the faintest of breezes
issuing from that direction, which means it might offer a way out. Anyway, the
return would be right, left, left, left. Dee Zu repeats it to herself. No
problem.
She humps along on elbows and knees, taking care not
to bang her head, trying to spare her scorched skin, conscious of Toot somewhere in the dark ahead. The passage continues to narrow. Finally she can nolonger hear her companion. She calls
out, “Toot. I don’t think I can go this way. Toot?” But there’s
noanswer.
Now she encounters broken ground, a
fresh fall. The rocks are slime-free, and sharp edges tear at her. With much
painful contortion she makes her way over and around it; then she finds she can
go no farther. The passage is too narrow.
 “Toot!” she calls. Again there’s
no response. Deciding it’s better not to wait, she starts inching backwards
towards the last junction. She has just started when there’s a great thud. More
than a thud. The concussion pounds at her from all directions, pummels her
innards. The very earth groans; this is followed by a quick rumble. Dee Zu lies
still for a good five minutes. She thinks of times past with Cisco, she thinks
about Tor, and she tells herself to relax. Eventually, she resumes her backward
journey out of this dead end. She proceeds only a few meters before her feet
kick against broken ground. She feels all around with her toes for the passage,
but there is no passage. Only the fresh rockfall. She also senses that she’s
missing toes, two or three digits. Was it the satrays or the blurs that took
them? If it had been blurs, they wouldn’t have left her the remaining toes, or
anything else either.
Dee Zu weighs this option, then she
weighs that one and she realizes that they are both the same: lie here in the
dark and wait to die.
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A scrabble to the end of the road, and
Dee Zu is left alone with the sound of her own breathing. She feels a faint
breeze against her face coming from the dark ahead, cruel suggestion of an
escape route. She never did find her water. Her skin is tightening. Maybe it’s
the muck drying in the breeze. She’s thirsty. And light-headed. She hears an
occasional grate and clack where the rocks behind her shift to a more stable
configuration. Water drips, tantalizingly, but the acoustics are bad and she can’t
tell whether it’s ahead, the way Toot went, or behind. And that’s it. That’s
her world. No bail button.
 Without much hope, but lacking
anything better to do, Dee Zu tries wiggling through. She dislocates her
shoulder joints. Normally this would be easy, but in this confined space it
isn’t. It feels like her skin is tearing. There’s no chance.
One of her shoulders refuses to pop back
into joint. Dee Zu shifts into shutdown mode, reducing both metabolism and
cognition to minimum maintenance levels. Her last thoughts are of Cisco.

About the Author:

Collin Piprell is a Canadian writer and editor resident in Thailand. He is the author of four previous novels and a collection of humorous stories, now out of print, as well as four books on national parks, diving, and coral reefs, which are also out of print. *MOM* is the first novel of Magic Circles, a science-fiction trilogy in progress. Visit http://www.collinpiprell.com to learn more.
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Treacherous Deceit by Zola Blue – Book Tour + #Giveaway

27/03/17

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Treacherous Deceit
By Zola Blue
Genre: Adventure, Thriller, Mystery
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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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Bound by Jen Colly – Book Tour + #Giveaway

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Bound
The Cities Below
Book Two
Jen Colly

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical

Date of Publication: January 31, 2016

ISBN: 9781516101474
ASIN: B01FBZXSES

Number of pages: 200

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs

Book Description:

The streets are a battleground for humans, vampires, and demons alike—where survival is a skill, love is a weapon, and the most dangerous act is to care for another . . .

Keir is an assassin devoted to Lady Arianne, the last of her royal bloodline. He is sworn to protect her, and that means eliminating any threat to her life. But while on a mission, he is set upon by a pack of demons, barely escaping with his life.

Cleopatra lives by a set of rules so rigid she no longer knows her true self. But her kind and loving nature resurfaces when she finds a man, bloodied and dying. Moved to help him, she risks her future and her life to save a stranger far below her aristocratic station.

Their attraction to each other is as powerful as it is forbidden. But even as their love grows, Keir keeps his true identity a secret—and this lie is not the only threat to their love . . . or their lives.

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Excerpt:

Cleopatra was utterly trapped. She longed to close her eyes and block him out, but fear of the unknown kept them wide open. The man had no weapon, couldn’t possibly mean to harm her. Except, would he really need a weapon? She couldn’t fight him, wouldn’t even know where to begin.
He studied her closely, and when his head tilted slightly, she noticed every bit of his focus fixated on her neck. Not a murderer. He wanted to mark her, to bite her neck, leave the wound to heal and forever bind her to him. This was why daughters of the aristocracy were kept under a tight watch. The mark, unbreakable and indisputable, would give this man access to her family’s wealth and prestige, and bind her to him until death.
He reached for her, head descending to her neck. Cleopatra quickly covered his target with both hands. Tears gathered in her eyes, sorrow distorted her voice. “I don’t want this. Please, don’t hurt me.”
The man rocked back as if she’d smacked him, and for the first time since he’d appeared, he looked at her face. His eyes met hers and didn’t look away as he brought his hand to her cheek and brushed away a tear. He saw her, truly saw her, and the adoration in his eyes sent a completely different shimmy down her spine.
In one step, he crowded her, pressing his cheek against hers. “Could never hurt you. My angel,” his captivating voice crooned, so close to her ear. He drew in a deep breath, his face buried in her hair. Then he whispered, “My Cleo.”
She gasped. The shortened version of her name on his lips sounded strangely intimate, as though he’d known her for years. The warmth rolling off his body kept her intensely aware of his close proximity, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move to prove his intent. He didn’t bite her, didn’t hurt her, and the sincere affection in his gentle touch left her so very confused. Any other man would have bitten her, taken advantage of the opportunity laid before him. But this man? His intent to bite her had been unmistakable, and he’d stopped because he…cared for her? She didn’t understand.
His hand slipped from her face, dropped to his side, and he staggered back, moving as if through a dream. He still watched her, but he swayed, that intense focus suddenly gone. The man crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud.
Dragging in a long, shaky breath, she blinked away tears she’d been staring through. A few more deep breaths, and she allowed herself to really look at him. He lay on his side, knees slightly curled, motionless. Something was wrong with him. People didn’t just fall over.
Gripping the railing, which had swiftly become her personal anchor, she pointed her foot and gingerly nudged his arm. When he didn’t move, she put more force behind the kick. Cleopatra jumped as his hand fell away from his ribs, thumping onto the floor. Blood coated his fingers.
He was bleeding? She’d missed the injury completely. The saturated, glistening spot had been hidden under his hand and camouflaged by his black button-up shirt. He’d been so close and she hadn’t… She glanced down at herself. Blood streaked across her pale blue gown, more evidence of his severe injury.
The elevator doors slid open. Oh God, if someone were to see them together in this state, what would they think? What would happen to her, or to him? Her heart hammered, panic flooding through her as she peeked out into the main corridor of Sterling.
The white, gold-trimmed corridor stretched on, empty. The elevator doors slid shut, and there it would stay, unless called. She might not have much time. Peering down at the unconscious man, she tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.
She’d mistaken his intent. He’d needed sustenance badly, and now he bled out, dying at her feet. Because of who she was, he refused to harm her, to take from her. How did he have the willpower to block his instincts from taking over, to stop from feeding?
Whoever he was, she had to save him. She dropped to her knees and pushed away any lingering fear under her newfound resolve. Tugging his shirt from his dark jeans, she searched for the injury. In the midst of his blood-slicked skin, the wound gaped open between his ribs. It looked like he’d been slashed, the nasty gash a result of being on the wrong end of a knife. Just a guess. She had no experience with this sort of villainy.
Her hand flew to her mouth. The murderer running loose in Galbraith used a knife. Could this man be yet another victim?
“Can you hear me? What happened to you? Who did this?” She awkwardly patted his whiskered cheek. His eyes fluttered open, then shut again.
“Balinese is safe.” His voice trembled, his words slurred without support from his shallow breath. “Paris. Demons.”
Cleopatra’s fingers fumbled as she pulled away his shirt collar. Several teeth-like gouges in his shredded skin oozed blood near his collarbone. Demons. They’d almost made a meal of him, and he was a bloody mess, but the real danger came from that knife wound. It looked deep, and if he’d been damaged internally and lost too much blood, he might not survive.
He needed blood now. She bit her wrist and pressed it against his mouth. His lips didn’t part, and his body refused to respond. A rivulet of blood slid down his cheek. He’d die if she didn’t fight for him.

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About the Author:

Jen Colly is the rare case of an author who rebelled against reading assignments throughout her school years. Now she prefers reading books in a series, which has led her to writing her first paranormal romance series: The Cities Below. She will write about anything that catches her fancy, though truth be told, her weaknesses are pirates and vampires.

She lives in Ohio with her supportive husband, two kids, one big fluffy dog, and four rescued cats.

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