Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – PECULIAR COUNTY by Stuart R. West

PECULIAR COUNTY Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for PECULIAR COUNTY, a young adult paranormal/ghost mystery by Stuart R. West. See below for information the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.

PECULIAR COUNTY by Stuart R. West

PECULIAR COUNTY by Stuart R. West

About the Book
Title: PECULIAR COUNTY
Author: Stuart R. West
Release Date: July 30, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal/Ghost Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | Kobo

Synopsis
Growing up in Peculiar County, Kansas, is a mighty…well, peculiar experience. In 1965, things get even stranger for Dibby Caldwell, the mortician’s fifteen year old daughter. A young boy’s ghost haunts Dibby into unearthing the circumstances of his death.

Nobody—living or dead—wants her to succeed. James, the new mop-topped, bad boy at school doesn’t help. Dibby can’t get him out of her head, even though she doesn’t trust him. No, sir, there’s nothing much more peculiar than life in Peculiar County…except maybe death in Peculiar County.

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Excerpt #2
Slowly, I crept toward the refrigerator. Which didn’t make a lick of sense as I knew Hettie waited for me. There didn’t seem to be any real sense in maintaining silence either. But any noise—even my own—made me want to scream.

Above me, the light flickered off, on, then sizzled like bacon before settling on dark.

My hand gripped the handle. Arctic cold, I wrenched my hand back. I flagged it ‘till the stabbing needles of cold left. With my shoulder, I nudged the door. It pushed open half-way, then stopped. I followed with a mighty mule kick.

The door opened about as far as its hinges would allow.

I took a deep breath, held it. When I exhaled, I spouted out a frozen, visible vapor.

“Hettie?” I whispered.

I entered. To the left, the metal shelves on the wall were unoccupied. On the opposite side, all but one sat empty. A rumpled plastic cloth lay across the bottom shelf.

The eerie blue light had no visible source, but it provided ample light to see by. Maybe too much, considering.

“Hettie?” I repeated a little louder.

In the back of the unit, where Dad housed his supplies, a hanging shower curtain billowed out. Plastic crinkled. Something moved, fluid behind the curtain’s rippling waves. Not exactly flesh-colored, not much of anything.

Tinggg!

My heart urged me to turn back. Traitorous feet wouldn’t comply.

White snails of fingers crawled around the plastic and gripped it. Slowly, the curtain pulled back. Rusty rings on a rustier rod squealed screeeeeee.

Hettie stood exposed, naked. Except for the black “X” stitching up her innards. Varicose veins twined her legs. Toes exploded into corns the size of thumbs. Her scrubbing pad of hair stood up on end, a static raised brush of black and white.

Clouds had moved into her eyes, milkier than when I’d found her, yet intently focused on me. She showed that awful cavernous smile again. Barnacle-like teeth jabbed out of her gums.

Her lower jaw wobbled, then dropped ajar. Not an involuntary movement caused by gas either, the way sometimes happened to corpses. She gasped, a hissing radiator.

She took a doddering step toward me.

Ding!

The bell tied to her toe tolled.

Ding-a-ling!

Each step forward took great effort. A kind of ghostly arthritis hampered her dead limbs, encased them in cement. When she moved, wood cracked. More wood splintered, her body falling apart. She raised an arm. Dark veins spiraled around it, swimming upstream with determination. They rode toward her sagging bosom, traveled north up her neck, snaked beneath her chin, and set up house on her face.

And still she kept coming.

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Author Stuart R. West

Author Stuart R. West

About the Author
Stuart R. West is a lifelong resident of Kansas, which he considers both a curse and a blessing. It’s a curse because…well, it’s Kansas. But it’s great because…well, it’s Kansas. Lots of cool, strange and creepy things happen in the Midwest, and Stuart takes advantage of them in his workCall it “Kansas Noir.” Stuart writes thrillers and mysteries usually tinged with humor, both for adult and young adult audiences.

Stuart spent 25 years in the corporate sector and now writes full time. He’s married to a professor of pharmacy (who greatly appreciates the fact he cooks dinner for her every night) and has a 25 year old daughter who’s dabbling in the nefarious world of banking.

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Where to Find Stuart R. West
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – HUNGER MOON (The Huntress FBI Thriller) by Alexandra Sokoloff

HUNGER MOON Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for HUNGER MOON, the fifth book in the adult mystery/thriller series, The Huntress FBI Thriller, by Alexandra Sokoloff. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. And for a limited time, you can pick up books one through four for just $1.99 each, or read for free with Kindle Unlimited!

HUNGER MOON (The Huntress FBI Thriller #5) by Alexandra Sokoloff

HUNGER MOON (The Huntress FBI Thriller #5) by Alexandra Sokoloff

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Title: HUNGER MOON
Series:  The Huntress FBI Thriller #5
Author: Alexandra Sokoloff
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Release Date: October 24, 2017
Genre: Adult Mystery/Thriller
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Revenge has no limits.

Special Agent Matthew Roarke has abandoned his rogue search for serial killer Cara Lindstrom. He’s returned to the FBI to head a task force with one mission: to rid society of its worst predators. But as the skeletal symbols of Santa Muerte, “Lady Death,” mysteriously appear at universities nationwide, threatening death to rapists, Roarke’s team is pressured to investigate. When a frat boy goes missing in Santa Barbara, Roarke realizes a bloodbath is coming—desperate teenagers are about to mete out personal, cold-blooded justice.

Hiding from the law, avenging angel Cara Lindstrom is on her own ruthless quest. She plans to stay as far away from Roarke as possible—until an old enemy comes after both her and the FBI, forcing her back into Roarke’s orbit. This time, the huntress has become the hunted…

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Excerpt
A bleak sky, streaked with white, stretches over the desolate South Rim of the canyon. There will be snow tonight.

The grinding of a pickup truck grates through the silence.

A four-door Tundra. Tonneau cover over the bed. Two men dressed in camouflage inside. Fast-food and jerky wrappers litter the wells at their feet. In the back seat, a cooler packed full of beer.

And three rifles, three-inch twelve-gauge magnums, strapped to the padded back-seat gun rest.

Hunters, driving the rim.

The front-seat passenger sets his sights on something moving ahead of them, leans forward greedily. “There we go, there we go.”

The driver follows his gaze, fixes on what he is tracking. Not a deer, but a young girl, shining black hair underneath the hood of her parka. Schoolgirl’s backpack on her shoulder.

On the men’s faces, something crude and capering.

“That’s some tasty-looking pussy.”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll do.”

“Let’s go.”

“Get her.”

The driver swerves the truck over to the side of the road, squealing brakes.

The girl hears the sound, stiffens, is starting to run before she even completes the glance back.

The truck skids to a stop in the snow. The doors fly open; the men are out of the car, grabbing for their rifles.

The girl runs for the rocks, but her pursuers are bigger, faster. Two of them, grown men, against a teenage girl.

They move forward into the strong wind, a military-style formation, heavy boots crunching in the sandy snow.

They pause at the rock outcropping, looking out over the boulders. The girl seems to have disappeared. Then a scrabble on the rocks betrays her. Hearing it, the men grin at each other.

The driver rounds the rock first, his mouth watering. He is already hard in anticipation . . .

The tire iron bashes him across the face, breaking his jaw. He staggers back, howling inarticulate pain.

The girl kicks him viciously in the knee, crumpling him, then swivels as the second hunter rounds the edge of the rock. She slams the tire iron against the side of his head.

Now both men are collapsed on the ground, moaning and cursing.

She steps forward, no longer feigning that youthful, hesitant gait.

She lifts her arm and uses the tire iron on their skulls. Two, three, four blows, and there is no more moaning. Thick crimson drops spatter the snow. Her breath is harsh. Her face is ice.

There is only the wind, swallowing the sound of her breathing.

Cara stands at the edge of the canyon, looking out at the spires of Spider Rock, the vast open gorge.

Below her is an icy crevasse. The canyon has any number of them, deep splits in the rock wall where whole sheets of the cliff have broken away. Behind her is the hunters’ pickup truck.

Their bodies lie at her feet.

She drags one, then the other, to shove them over the cliff’s edge, stepping back to watch each body hurtle down into the crevasse, tumbling into oblivion.

The snowfall tonight will cover all trace of them. Later, birds and animals will pick the bones clean.

Another offering to the canyon, and the gods and ghosts that haunt it.

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Author Alexandra Sokoloff

Author Alexandra Sokoloff

About the Author
“Some of the most original and freshly unnerving work in the genre.” – The New York Times

ALEXANDRA SOKOLOFF is the Thriller Award-winning and Bram Stoker, Anthony, and Black Quill Award-nominated author of the Amazon bestselling Huntress/FBI series (HUNTRESS MOON, BLOOD MOON, COLD MOON, BITTER MOON, HUNGER MOON – now in active development as a TV series), and the supernatural HAUNTED thrillers (THE HARROWING, THE PRICE, THE UNSEEN, BOOK OF SHADOWS, THE SHIFTERS, THE SPACE BETWEEN). The New York Times Book Review called her a “daughter of Mary Shelley,” and her books “Some of the most original and freshly unnerving work in the genre.”

As a screenwriter she has sold original horror and thriller scripts and adapted novels for numerous Hollywood studios. She has also written three non-fiction workbooks: SCREENWRITING TRICKS FOR AUTHORS, STEALING HOLLYWOOD, and WRITING LOVE, based on her internationally acclaimed workshops and blog (www.ScreenwritingTricks.com), and has served on the Board of Directors of the WGA West and the Board of the Mystery Writers of America.

Alex is a California native and a graduate of U.C. Berkeley, where she majored in theater and minored in everything Berkeley has a reputation for. In her spare time (!) she performs with The Slice Girls and Heather Graham’s all-author Slush Pile Players, and dances like a fiend. She is also very active on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. But not an addict. Seriously, it’s under control.

Where to Find Alexandra Sokoloff
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries) by Jennifer Rebecca

DEAD AND BURIED Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for DEAD AND BURIED, the first book in the adult contemporary romance/comedy mystery series, Funerals and Obituaries, by Jennifer Rebecca. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca

DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca

About the Book
Title: DEAD AND BURIED
Series:  Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries
Author: Jennifer Rebecca
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Comedy Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | iBooksKobo

Synopsis
You ever hear the phrase, about as successful as a soup sandwich? Well, that’s me, I’m the soup sandwich, but instead of a soggy mess, you have a twenty five year old with a Bachelor’s degree in nothing useful who just quit her job at the local home improvement store where there were definitely no tortured billionaires looking to tie anyone up–and that’s not a bad thing. I know, it’s looking pretty sad right about now, but at least I don’t still live with my parents…

So, here I am, embarking on a new journey covering the Funerals and Obituaries section of the local paper, the San Diego Metro News, for the editor–brace yourself--my uncle, Sal. Unfortunately, while my parents are on vacation, my Granny and her friends are determined to stir up some trouble–but this time, they may have bitten off more than they can chew–especially when some of the residents of the local retirement community are turning up unnaturally dead.

There is nothing that will keep me from protecting the people that I love, no matter how crazy they may be–not even the sexy, I mean stubborn, homicide detective, Trent Foyle, can stop me.

My name is Shelby Whitmore and I’m kind of the newest reporter for the San Diego Metro News, but hey, I’m a hit with the blue hairs..

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Excerpt #3
“Come out, come out, Goldilocks,” Trent’s gravelly voice says with a laugh. “I know you’ve been sleeping in my bed because I put you there myself.”

“Nope,” I whisper. “No one’s here.”

He just laughs again and peels back the covers. I feel a breeze and look down. And instantly dive back under the covers.

“Why am I naked?” I squeal, which sounds a bit muffled because I’m hiding under a big, fluffy down comforter and other blankets and sheets.

“You can’t sleep in clothes,” he answers honestly. “I wanted you to be comfortable.”

“I was in leggings and a sweatshirt. That’s the very definition of comfort!” I snap.

“But you were in a hospital, and those are just chock-full of germs. I did us both a favor. Who knows what we could have caught if you’d have stayed in those clothes.”

“I feel like that depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on how many times you boned Nurse Brandi and her henchman.” I watch Trent flinch, and I immediately regret my words, feeling guilty for such a nasty comment. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs one manly shoulder. “I deserved it. But hear me now. I deserved it. Deserved. Past tense. Present tense, all I want is you.” I gulp. Trent is nothing if not direct. “Plus, you have to be nice to me because your gremlin of a cat has been watching me all morning.”

“Missy is here?”

“Her name is Missy? I would have thought it’d be more along the lines of The Lorax,” he muses.

“She speaks for the trees,” I deadpan. Trent throws his head back and laughs a deep, sexy rumble that I would thoroughly enjoy if my head wasn’t pounding.

“Don’t be mean. She’s beautiful to me,” I say as Missy jumps up onto the bed and starts purring loudly as I run my fingers through her fluffy black-and-white coat.

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Author Jennifer Rebecca

Author Jennifer Rebecca

About the Author
Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter..

Where to Find Jennifer Rebecca
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard) by Kennedy Layne

CASUAL IMPRESSION Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for CASUAL IMPRESSIONS, the fourth book in the adult mystery/romantic suspense series, Safeguard, by USA Today bestselling author, Kennedy Layne. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard #4) by Kennedy Layne

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard #4) by Kennedy Layne

About the Book
Title: CASUAL IMPRESSIONS
Series: Safeguard #4
Author: Kennedy Layne
Release Date: July 18, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Mystery/Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
In this electrifying novel from USA Today Bestselling Author Kennedy Layne, the Safeguard team is coming ever closer to catching an elusive serial killer who might very well be hunting one of their own…

Sawyer Madison has spent the last few months hunting down a sadistic killer.  He and his team don’t seem to be any closer to solving this particular case that has hit a little too close to home. Fortunately, they had all served in the Corps. That kind of training and dedication meant none of them considered quitting before the mission was done.

Camryn Novak had spent most of her childhood, and a large part of her adult life, dealing with her overprotective brother. So when an admirer becomes a little too obsessed with her due to her high-profile career, she decides it would be simpler to reach out to someone a little less emotionally invested.

Sawyer never expected to bump into the sister of one of his teammates while traveling on assignment.  Women like her were off limits—one shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.  One burning touch was all it took to make his good intentions go up in flames.  Unfortunately, it won’t just be her brother’s wrath he’s forced to face when an unknown perp targets Camryn—it might very well be the same psychopath they’ve been hunting all along..

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Excerpt
Camryn handed him a white, tattered square with black ink soaked through both sides. He turned it so that the inscription was legible. “My name and a date… one that doesn’t occur for another two weeks. I started thinking about the case you and my brother are working on and my thoughts kind of ran away from me.”

“What do you mean?” Sawyer asked, continuing to stare at the torn napkin in his hand. There was no way in hell she could be referring to their quarry— Shepherd Moss. What was the off-chance that a sadistic serial killer would take that particular avenue of approach and basically announce to the entire world that he was going to kill his next victim— who also just so happened to be the relative of one of the agents searching for the same notorious murderer? It sounded ludicrous to even suggest it, but he’d seen some horribly weird shit in his line of work. Camryn’s silence finally had him looking up, catching her slightly awkward facial expression. Oh, shit. “Camryn, what did you do?”

“I looked up to find him standing near the entryway of the foyer on Royal, still hiding behind his camera and taking pictures of me signing autographs,” Camryn confessed somewhat dismissively with a small shrug of her shoulder. The gentle lines around her eyes contracted in an effort to stem her current pain. He really needed to get her somewhere more comfortable. “I went after him.”

“What do you mean, you went after him?” Sawyer asked with a rather pissed-off inflection, wanting clarification before he told her that such a move was beyond foolish. He didn’t doubt that Brody taught her what to do in certain situations, but it appeared that she didn’t truly understand the significance of his advice.

“I wanted to confront him, to find out what he wanted from me,” Camryn said rather defensively. She squared her shoulders and let her arms hang down her sides, even closing her manicured fingernails into the palms of her hands. “He stood there and pointed toward the napkin, Sawyer. He was the one who gave it to me. This isn’t your typical obsessed fan, wanting to say hi or take a picture with me to show his friends. He was… different.”

Sawyer was being placed in a relatively onerous position, because even the slightest chance that Camryn had been placed in the crosshairs of a psychopath meant taking certain precautions. She must have sensed what he was about to say, because she was already shaking her head and pushing back against the wall. She didn’t even bother to look back as she headed for the double doors that would take her out through the waiting room full of emergency patients.

“Camryn, stop.” Sawyer had dealt with the fact that his boy next door looks caused people to think he was a pushover. The dimple in his right cheek certainly didn’t help dismiss his carefree appearance. But that was far from his true nature, and Brody’s sister was about to find that out. “You and I both know I can’t let you walk out of here without some sort of personal protection.”

“I’ve been on my own for a very long time, Sawyer. My days of requiring a babysitter are long gone.” Camryn was still testing how far she could push him, but even she had to see that she’d put him in an impossible situation. She was within two feet of those double doors when she turned back his way. “My fear momentarily got the best of me, because I’m not usually put into those kinds of positions. The reason I’m even here in New Orleans is because my agent thinks it’s time to put me out to pasture. It’s time for me to start doing sitcoms or hour-long dramas on television. Regardless, the date on that napkin is there for a specific reason. It wasn’t until I was in that MRI machine that I remembered the color of the man’s hair— dark brown. And his other basic features were different. Don’t think I didn’t call up Shepherd Moss’ picture on my phone to do a comparison. It wasn’t him. It was just my overactive imagination.”

The coiled pressure inside of Sawyer’s chest slightly gave way with relief that this situation wasn’t about to turn into a full-fledged shitstorm. The entire team— Townes Calvert, Keane Sanderson, Royce Haverton, Coen Flynn, not to mention Brody— would have descended upon New Orleans in an instant, as well as the U.S. Marshal Service and the feds had anyone actually believed for a second that Shepherd Moss was within these city limits.

New Orleans would be a serial killer’s wet dream of a hunting ground… fresh meat waving in front of the wolf as he cruised through the crowds of unknowing sheep.

Unfortunately, it didn’t erase the fact that Camryn believed she’d purposefully been shoved to the ground by someone… hard enough to warrant her a trip to the emergency trauma ward. He couldn’t just leave her here, and he wouldn’t have done so even if she hadn’t been a teammate’s sister.

“You still can’t go out the front entrance. That is, if you don’t want to start back where you left off at Latrobe’s,” Sawyer said, gesturing behind him to another exit sign that he was banking on leading them to the other side of the building where no one would catch sight of her leaving. How did she put up with this type of surveillance nonstop? “Someone is bound to take your picture and post it to their social media, so we’ll head out the back. We’ll then drive to the police station where you can make a formal report.”

“And have the headline in tomorrow’s newspaper read Actress assaulted by a stalker after a night of drinking?” Camryn asked, still not moving away from the double doors. She cocked one impeccably sculpted eyebrow that he’d only ever seen on models and actresses. “I don’t think that’s in my best interest. Sawyer, why do you think I contacted you of all people?”

“You can stop right there,” Sawyer warned her, not about to be drawn into a situation that would put him in the crossfire of both Brody’s wrath and his boss’s for not following through on his assignment, let alone the blood it would put in the water for his other teammates. “I’m working a high-profile case— meaning I left my assigned post— to come here because you were in trouble. You are Brody’s sister, and we take care of our own. That much I could get away with. I did not come here because I have nothing better to do than locate some random nut job who got carried away and subsequently tune him up in order for him to stay away from you.”

Camryn looked down at the ground, and for a moment Sawyer thought she was going to cry in response to his declaration. God help him if she did. He didn’t mean to sound as if her situation wasn’t important to him. As a matter of fact, her plight had become the first priority on his list… and that’s what angered him most. He shouldn’t feel this type of responsibility for her, and he chalked it up to the fact that she was Brody’s sister. Anyone in his situation would have this type of strong reaction, right? He involuntarily took a step forward as any man would have at seeing a woman in distress, but he was brought up short when she raised her dark gaze filled with… determination.

“I happen to know just how important the case is that you’re working on, but all I need to know is if I’m dealing with a fan who needs to learn boundaries or if I’m actually in trouble with a budding psycho killer. One day, Sawyer. I need this kept low profile for a number of reasons. Please. I’m asking for your help.”

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Author Kennedy Layne

Author Kennedy Layne

About the Author
Kennedy Layne is a USA Today bestselling author. She draws inspiration for her military romantic suspense novels in part from her not-so-secret second life as a wife of a retired Marine Master Sergeant. He doubles as her critique partner, beta reader, and military consultant. They live in the Midwest with their teenage son and menagerie of pets. The loyal dogs and mischievous cats appreciate her writing days as much as she does, usually curled up in front of the fireplace. She loves hearing from readers–find out how to connect with her at www.kennedylayne.com.

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Where to find Kennedy Layne
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Release Day – CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard) by Kennedy Layne

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS Release Day

Today is release day for CASUAL IMPRESSIONS, the fourth book in the adult mystery/romantic suspense series, Safeguard, by USA Today bestselling author, Kennedy Layne. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard #4) by Kennedy Layne

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard #4) by Kennedy Layne

About the Book
Title: CASUAL IMPRESSIONS
Series: Safeguard #4
Author: Kennedy Layne
Release Date: July 18, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Mystery/Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
In this electrifying novel from USA Today Bestselling Author Kennedy Layne, the Safeguard team is coming ever closer to catching an elusive serial killer who might very well be hunting one of their own…

Sawyer Madison has spent the last few months hunting down a sadistic killer.  He and his team don’t seem to be any closer to solving this particular case that has hit a little too close to home. Fortunately, they had all served in the Corps. That kind of training and dedication meant none of them considered quitting before the mission was done.

Camryn Novak had spent most of her childhood, and a large part of her adult life, dealing with her overprotective brother. So when an admirer becomes a little too obsessed with her due to her high-profile career, she decides it would be simpler to reach out to someone a little less emotionally invested.

Sawyer never expected to bump into the sister of one of his teammates while traveling on assignment.  Women like her were off limits—one shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.  One burning touch was all it took to make his good intentions go up in flames.  Unfortunately, it won’t just be her brother’s wrath he’s forced to face when an unknown perp targets Camryn—it might very well be the same psychopath they’ve been hunting all along..

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Excerpt
The elevator chimed before either one of them could say anything else. Sawyer stepped aside after making sure the hall was empty and rested a hand on the left side of the elevator door, preventing it from closing before she crossed the threshold onto the blue and burgundy carpet. She wasn’t sure of the reason, but butterflies had set up camp in her stomach. She hadn’t experienced fluttering of this sort since her first audition for her breakout film.

“I’d like to take a look around your room, if you don’t mind,” Sawyer said as he watched her slide the card key into the slot. A green button lit up and announced her success in unlatching the lock.

“Of course. Please, come in.” Camryn quickly tried to recall how she’d left the room, but Sawyer had already slipped past her after closing the door behind them and stepped into the powder room on the right. He left the faint, heady fragrance of his cologne in his wake. It didn’t take him long to search the hotel suite, including checking the closets and adjoining doors to make sure they were properly secured. He left her once again wondering what she would say that could thank him for what he’d done last night and today at the police station. “I truly appreciate what—”

“Camryn, you don’t need to thank me.” Sawyer slowly reached up with both hands and gently removed his sunglasses until there was no barrier between them but space. His blue eyes searched hers for something she couldn’t put her finger on, but the quietness of his tone held an intimacy she’d been craving since they’d met at the airport. “You’re Brody’s sister. We look out for our own in our close-knit family.”

Heat had been making its way through her body when his words crashed over her like ice water. Why did everything have to come back around to her brother? Yes, that was their initial connection, but she didn’t want it to be the only thing that bonded them together. She instinctively reacted without thought, lifting herself up on her tiptoes and using his chest as leverage to keep her balance.

“I’m not just Brody’s sister, Sawyer. I’m also not yours,” Camryn whispered, right before she pressed her lips to his to prove her point.

Time stood still.

Camryn was pretty sure she actually heard the crackling of electricity in the air as she waited for him to decide how much further to take this moment. The answer came when his warm hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. Her heart stuttered until he finally deepened their kiss.

His tongue stroked hers. Arousal slowly worked its way through her body, warming every inch of her that had been cold since last night. He tasted of coffee, mint, and something else that had her craving for more of the same.

Camryn arched farther into him when he used his right arm to wrap around her waist, bringing her even closer. She couldn’t help but let out a small whimper of pleasure when his left hand cupped the side of her face, tilting her head back so that he could nip her bottom lip before deepening their kiss once again.

The slight bite sent shivers up and down her spine. Before she could move her hands from his chest and around his neck, Sawyer abruptly pulled away… leaving Camryn craving more.

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Author Kennedy Layne

Author Kennedy Layne

About the Author
Kennedy Layne is a USA Today bestselling author. She draws inspiration for her military romantic suspense novels in part from her not-so-secret second life as a wife of a retired Marine Master Sergeant. He doubles as her critique partner, beta reader, and military consultant. They live in the Midwest with their teenage son and menagerie of pets. The loyal dogs and mischievous cats appreciate her writing days as much as she does, usually curled up in front of the fireplace. She loves hearing from readers–find out how to connect with her at www.kennedylayne.com.

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Release Day + Giveaway – DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries) by Jennifer Rebecca

DEAD & BURIED Release Day

Today is release day for DEAD AND BURIED, the first book in the adult contemporary romance/comedy mystery series, Funerals and Obituaries, by Jennifer Rebecca. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca

DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca

About the Book
Title: DEAD AND BURIED
Series:  Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries
Author: Jennifer Rebecca
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Comedy Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | iBooksKobo

Synopsis
You ever hear the phrase, about as successful as a soup sandwich? Well, that’s me, I’m the soup sandwich, but instead of a soggy mess, you have a twenty five year old with a Bachelor’s degree in nothing useful who just quit her job at the local home improvement store where there were definitely no tortured billionaires looking to tie anyone up–and that’s not a bad thing. I know, it’s looking pretty sad right about now, but at least I don’t still live with my parents…

So, here I am, embarking on a new journey covering the Funerals and Obituaries section of the local paper, the San Diego Metro News, for the editor–brace yourself--my uncle, Sal. Unfortunately, while my parents are on vacation, my Granny and her friends are determined to stir up some trouble–but this time, they may have bitten off more than they can chew–especially when some of the residents of the local retirement community are turning up unnaturally dead.

There is nothing that will keep me from protecting the people that I love, no matter how crazy they may be–not even the sexy, I mean stubborn, homicide detective, Trent Foyle, can stop me.

My name is Shelby Whitmore and I’m kind of the newest reporter for the San Diego Metro News, but hey, I’m a hit with the blue hairs..

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Excerpt
Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in an R. Kelly song? Because I’m definitely feeling like I’m living one. You could almost say I’m trapped in one. But not the toot toot, beep beep fun of “Ignition” or the motivational “I Believe I Can Fly”– I’m talking “Trapped in the Closet.” All seventy-five parts. Because, you know, I am actually trapped in a closet. A utility closet to be specific.

I have no idea what happened. One minute, I’m walking up the stairs of the building my granny lives in, Peaceful Sunset Retirement Village, singing, ironically, “Ignition.” I had just gotten to the good part, you know, the “hot and fresh out the kitchen” part—it’s the part where I like to mime driving a car, the part after the toots when I pull down my arm like I’m honking the horn on a big rig. I’m right in the middle of my song and dance repertoire—when all of a sudden, I hear one of the doors to the stairwell open and close, which is normal since the nurses and caregivers use these halls to get around faster and not clog up the elevators that the seniors use. The next thing I know, something hits me over the head, and it’s lights out. I never even saw the guy. Or gal. Who am I to discriminate?

Anyhoo, fast forward, however long that might be, and I find myself awake, with a killer headache. A headache a lot like the one I got when I fell out of my friend’s parents’ camper in the second grade. My friend who was also named Shelby. Weird, right? Anyway, we were playing after school at her house, and her mom found nothing wrong with our playing in one of those VW vans that were small campers with the part that pops up out of the roof for you to sleep in.

So there we were, playing with our Super Spy Barbies in the pop-up part, when she jumped down to get a clothing change for her doll. Shelby B., as our teachers in school called her to distinguish between us, was a lot bigger than me. I was the runt of the litter back then. When she went to pull herself back up, dress included, she grabbed the board I was sitting on, and I wasn’t big enough to hold the board down, so Other Shelby pulled me and the board down on top of her. We landed in order: board, then me, then the dolls and their accoutrements. After that, I bounced off of her and out the open sliding door onto the sidewalk, face first.

Next thing I knew, I was coming to, and her mom was running down the driveway with the phone to her ear. A couple of minutes later, my mom and dad pulled up in my mom’s old Jeep Cherokee, followed by a fire truck and an ambulance.

As it turned out, I had one hell of a concussion, which we found out while my dad was hanging out with all of the firemen and paramedics that he knew because they all played basketball together at the gym. I spent the night in the emergency room and the next week with the mother of all headaches, which is how I feel right now as I struggle to open my eyes and make them focus.

I look around and everything is blurry. I blink my eyes a couple of times to clear my vision. It helps a little. I take stock of what’s around me—there are mops and brooms, shelves of lightbulbs and other various paraphernalia, cleaning supplies—when it dawns on me where I am, which is how I find myself trapped in a utility closet, à la R. Kelly.

I’m sitting on the floor on my butt with my back against some more shelves. My legs are straight out in front of me, and my ankles are tied together with a zip tie. Yippee! I groan out loud when I realize my hands are bound the same way behind my back.

I could lie down and wait for a psycho to come back and finish me off, but that’s not how my daddy raised me. And if I did die because I was being a big baby, Granny would bring me back to life just to whoop my butt and kill me again. I wiggle around, trying to find anything I can break these zip ties on. I notice the door has hinges that look like little hooks, and I scoot over to try to hook the tie on my ankles to it. I wiggle and kick my legs and wiggle some more, all pretty thankful I keep my biweekly yoga date with my grandmother and her friends.

I hook the zip tie on the bottom door hinge and kick my feet by bending and straightening my knees. “Come on, come on,” I chant under my breath as I rub the plastic against the sharp side of the door hinge. “Yes!” I shout as the tie breaks. I swing to my knees and push up to my feet. My legs shake. Impressive considering there’s a polka band playing in my head and I kind of want to puke.

I lean my right shoulder against the shelves and squeeze my eyes tight, hoping to stop the room from spinning before I can find something to undo the tie at my wrists. My eyes pop open at the sudden quiet rattle of the door. I have to squint against the intrusion of the bright light that is immediately switched on. When I open them again, I am face-to-face with the vibrant jade eyes of one sexy Detective Trenton Foyle, San Diego PD.

“Jesus, Shelby, you scared the shit out of me!” he booms. I just roll my eyes, which I instantly regret, slamming them shut again.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he asks.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I say coyly.

“You just have to stir up trouble, don’t you?” he asks, shaking his head.

I don’t care to answer, so I don’t. It’s not like I find myself trapped in a closet every day. Who am I kidding? I may not find trouble, but trouble always has a way of finding me. I’d like to say this is the last time, but why lie? My name is Shelby Whitmore, and I’m sort of a reporter for the San Diego Metro News and most definitely trapped in a closet.

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Author Jennifer Rebecca

Author Jennifer Rebecca

About the Author
Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter..

Where to Find Jennifer Rebecca
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Excerpt Reveal – CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard) by Kennedy Layne

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS Excerpt Reveal

USA Today bestselling author, Kennedy Layne, is sharing an excerpt from CASUAL IMPRESSIONS, the fourth book in her adult mystery/romantic suspense series, Safeguard, releasing July 18, 2017. See below for information on the book, pre-order links, and an exclusive first look at Chapter 1.

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard #4) by Kennedy Layne

CASUAL IMPRESSIONS (Safeguard #4) by Kennedy Layne

About the Book
Title: CASUAL IMPRESSIONS
Series: Safeguard #4
Author: Kennedy Layne
Release Date: July 18, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Mystery/Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
In this electrifying novel from USA Today Bestselling Author Kennedy Layne, the Safeguard team is coming ever closer to catching an elusive serial killer who might very well be hunting one of their own…

Sawyer Madison has spent the last few months hunting down a sadistic killer.  He and his team don’t seem to be any closer to solving this particular case that has hit a little too close to home. Fortunately, they had all served in the Corps. That kind of training and dedication meant none of them considered quitting before the mission was done.

Camryn Novak had spent most of her childhood, and a large part of her adult life, dealing with her overprotective brother. So when an admirer becomes a little too obsessed with her due to her high-profile career, she decides it would be simpler to reach out to someone a little less emotionally invested.  

Sawyer never expected to bump into the sister of one of his teammates while traveling on assignment.  Women like her were off limits—one shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.  One burning touch was all it took to make his good intentions go up in flames.  Unfortunately, it won’t just be her brother’s wrath he’s forced to face when an unknown perp targets Camryn—it might very well be the same psychopath they’ve been hunting all along..

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Excerpt – Chapter 1
“You look like you could use some help.”

Camryn glanced up to find an attractive male around five years her junior standing before her. He had a beer glass in one hand and was holding up his other arm to grab the attention of the bartender. In seconds, another hand towel was tossed their way— this one damp with soda water. It didn’t take a genius to figure out from the man’s southern drawl, or the immediate attention he’d garnered from the staff, that he was a recognized face here.

“Thank you,” Camryn said, raising her voice so that he could hear her over the conversations around them.

She had her long, dark brown strands pulled back at the base of her neck. She’d purposefully chosen a pair of sunglasses that were too dark to wear casually, which was why she’d flipped them up onto her head earlier this evening.

Camryn used the sunglasses earlier to prevent people from recognizing her and hadn’t given it a second thought upon entering this establishment. She should have taken Aiden up on his offer to walk her back to her hotel, but she hadn’t caught sight of the man taking pictures until she’d started strolling down the infamous Bourbon Street.

“You look familiar.” The man had somehow magically exchanged his beer for a glass of soda water and was offering it to her so that she could dip the towel into the cleansing liquid. His curious gaze never left her face. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“I don’t think we’ve met,” Camryn replied with a small smile to hide her convenient lie. She took the towel from his hand and quickly wiped the coarse material down her arms and chest. She was now wishing she’d worn a light jacket. “I wasn’t watching where I was going and bumped into someone with a fresh Hurricane, of all things. Needless to say, it spilled on both of us.”

“It sounds like you could use a drink yourself,” the man surmised, holding up his hand once more to signify to the bartender that he wanted another round of whatever he was having. “Bourbon Street tends to be a bit crowded during this time of night. It’s rare anyone goes home without a set of beads and in desperate need of a shower.”

“Speaking of home, I really should be moving along.” Camryn pressed a now clean hand against the back pocket of her jeans, confirming that her phone, identification, and credit card were still in place. She hadn’t wanted to carry a purse with so many people milling about. “I have an early business meeting.”

“Do you live in the Parish? Like I said, you look familiar. Maybe I’ve seen you around socially.”

“I’m from Illinois,” Camryn automatically replied, having learned long ago never to reveal the location of her current address to a stranger. Technically, this time she wasn’t actually lying. Her mother still resided in Chicago. “Thank you so much for the towel and soda water. I—”

Camryn had just tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear when she caught sight of a black camera— the same one she’d spotted leaving the last bar. Large hands were busy adjusting the lens as the man zoomed in on her, most likely modifying his focus due to the dim lighting between the front room and the side area where the bar was located. She forced herself to really examine the figure behind the camera, noticing right away he didn’t carry a bulging case like the typical paparazzi.

He also didn’t have any type of identification badge hanging around his neck like most of the press photographers, not that it was a prerequisite for independents. Something told her this man had nothing to do with any gossip rag or reputable magazine.

He was just shadowing her.

“Oh, shit,” the man exclaimed excitedly, having turned to see who had caught her interest. The camera must have triggered his memory. “You’re Camryn Novak! Guys, come over here! Camryn Novak is right here!”

This wasn’t the type of attention she was hoping for at the moment, but it was almost impossible for her to just up and leave now that a crowd began to form around her. The only benefit of her present situation was the fact that she was no longer visible to the man who’d once again tracked her down.

Who was he?

Granted, he might just be an obsessed fan who wanted to take her picture and was too shy to ask her to strike a pose, but that wasn’t what her intuition was telling her. He had an aggressive manner about him.

The next fifteen minutes inched by as she spent the time getting her photograph taken by the patrons and signing napkins for those who sought an autograph. Camryn was mystified why anyone would want a picture with her wearing a red-stained blouse, with her looking all windblown and just one hot mess.

Camryn still managed to paste a smile on her face, all the while doing her best not to panic at the thought of leaving here unaccompanied to walk to her hotel.

Where was he now?

He had to be nearby waiting for her to leave. Unfortunately, both exits were visible from the corner.

She could always call her brother’s friend. He would certainly deter any unwanted advances. He also just happened to be in town on business. She immediately discarded that thought after a single moment of reflection, refusing to let word get back to Brody that his baby sister couldn’t take care of herself while strolling down Bourbon Street on a typical November weekday evening.

Camryn had fought very hard to get this far in her life, and she wouldn’t ruin it now.

Another napkin was pushed in front of her, but she didn’t sign it right away. There was already writing imbedded into the rough material. She froze as the black ink finally penetrated, though the indentions made no sense to her at first.

Why were there a series of numbers written on a napkin?

Her name was also etched onto the white square, right above the date… a date that wouldn’t occur for another two weeks yet.

It was then that a cold realization settled over her unlike anything she had ever experienced.

She had to be mistaken. Maybe someone wanted to date her autograph and had just gotten the day of the month wrong. That was more plausible than the thoughts racing through her mind.

Brody Novak. Her brother— the same brother who was working for a privately contracted security agency. He and his team were currently searching for a notorious serial killer who had escaped from federal prison only a few months ago. Shepherd Moss had been the name of the bloodthirsty murderer, and he’d been convicted of killing eighteen women after torturing them for days on end, only to then carve the date of their death into their bodies while they were still breathing.

It was ludicrous to think that the same serial killer would target her of all people, just to get back at her brother, all because of who his employer was and what they were doing to hunt him down.

It was just a date written on a napkin.

It didn’t mean anything to anyone.

She should never have had that second drink she’d been offered. Her mind was starting to twist innocent facts. She was taking a relatively innocuous incident and making it into something it couldn’t possibly be.

Camryn scrunched the white cocktail napkin in the palm of her hand as she lifted her head and scanned the crowd. Her heart stuttered when her eyes landed on that same black lens, but she stood firm. She should have confronted this creep when she’d first spotted him.

There he was by the entrance of the wide-open foyer, the camera once again blocking the majority of his face.

Camryn couldn’t stop her brother’s voice from whispering all those casual warnings in her head repeatedly.

Shepherd Moss was a wanted man, listed on the FBI’s Top Ten Most Wanted list. His picture had been plastered across the national media endlessly. She tried to make herself see reason and not get herself caught up in the moment. There was absolutely no way he could be walking around New Orleans without someone spotting him. She struggled to recall his features, but the image of his face wouldn’t surface no matter how hard she tried.

She’d recognize him if she saw him, right?

She watched in somewhat disbelief as he released the camera with one hand, reaching his arm out to her and pointing his finger at the napkin still hanging from her fingertips.

It hadn’t been a mistake. The date written in black ink had been intentional. There was no doubt he was responsible for the odd notation in her hand.

Camryn had seen a lot in her line of business— one of them being what stalkers could do to mess with a fellow actress or actor’s mind. It went both ways. It was as if they had some kind of perverse relationship.

She had no idea if this man was Shepherd Moss or just some random guy who’d grown an unhealthy obsession over her, but she’d be damned if she would sit back and play the terrifying female role when she had a trove of adoring male fans around to utilize in her defense. There were too many witnesses for this man to do anything violent to her. After all, the best defense was a good offense.

Her brother had taught her to take the initiative.

Camryn didn’t waste time as she elbowed her way through the massive crowd, ignoring the calls for more autographs as she drew attention to herself. All eyes were on her, but her sole focus was on the man with the camera who’d been following her for at least thirty minutes, if not longer. She didn’t miss his startled reaction when he hastily took a step back away from her rushing figure. He spun on his worn brown loafers and only then lowered the camera as he tried to get past the patrons standing in the entryway.

She memorized every detail she could of his backside, all the way down to the generic set of khaki pants he was wearing with a brown belt to match his shoes. He was distancing himself quickly and she tried her best to catch up to him before he left the building, but it was futile.

The man had vanished by the time her wedge sandals hit the black and white checkered tile floor of the entrance.

Camryn scanned the crowd passing by just outside the double doors, even though she was aware her search was pointless. She still stepped outside into the cooling night air, hoping to catch some glimpse of him. It appeared she’d scared him off by taking the offensive, but the question remained… would he linger behind and wait for another glimpse of her? Would he be able to detect her amongst the crowd when it came time to leave? If the answer was yes, then she would need to be prepared. That did not include a call to her brother, who would only put her in some sort of protective custody, most likely deploying the entire New Orleans Police Department in the meantime.

She had another trump up her sleeve, and she was willing to use it if she could get a guarantee that word wouldn’t get back to Brody. Before placing that call, she needed to finish what she’d started inside the pub. She didn’t seek out publicity, but she was never rude to a fan once she was recognized.

The shove at her shoulder was so unexpected that she immediately lost her balance.

Camryn frantically flailed her arms to reach out to the nearest person, but her fingers couldn’t grab ahold of anything.

Air.

All she caught was air and though she tried to brace herself for the impact of the street, she was unsuccessful.

Camryn’s head hit the cement curb and then… nothing.

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She was so beautiful… lying there on the sidewalk with her lashes resting on her flushed cheeks. Or was that from the neon red light from the crosswalk sign? It didn’t really matter. People still surrounded her if they really cared whether she lived or died. Had her gluttonous heart stopped beating, her memory would vanish within days. As usual, it didn’t take long before a few of these strangers recognized her.

It was sickening.

Why was she so special?

He wanted to take a picture of her lying there prostrate at his feet so he could recall this moment in time over and over as he prepared.

After all, this was the magical moment both of their lives had changed.

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Author Kennedy Layne

Author Kennedy Layne

About the Author
Kennedy Layne is a USA Today bestselling author. She draws inspiration for her military romantic suspense novels in part from her not-so-secret second life as a wife of a retired Marine Master Sergeant. He doubles as her critique partner, beta reader, and military consultant. They live in the Midwest with their teenage son and menagerie of pets. The loyal dogs and mischievous cats appreciate her writing days as much as she does, usually curled up in front of the fireplace. She loves hearing from readers–find out how to connect with her at www.kennedylayne.com.

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Where to find Kennedy Layne
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Cover Reveal – THE GIRL WHO SAVED GHOSTS (The Unbelievables) by K.C. Tansley

THE GIRL WHO SAVED GHOSTS Cover Reveal

Author K.C. Tansley is unveiling the cover to THE GIRL WHO SAVED GHOSTS, the second book in her young adult fantasy/mystery series, The Unbelievables, releasing October 17, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book and series, and a link to add it to your Goodreads TBR.

THE GIRL WHO SAVED GHOSTS (The Unbelievables #2) by K.C. Tansley

THE GIRL WHO SAVED GHOSTS (The Unbelievables #2) by K.C. Tansley

About the Book
Title: THE GIRL WHO SAVED GHOSTS
Series:  The Unbelievables #2
Author: K.C. Tansley
Publisher: Beckett Publishing Group
Release Date: October 17, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Fantasy/Mystery
Links: Goodreads

Synopsis
She tried to ignore them. Now she might risk everything to save them.

After a summer spent in a haunted castle—a summer in which she traveled through time to solve a murder mystery—Kat is looking forward to a totally normal senior year at McTernan Academy. Then the ghost of a little girl appears and begs Kat for help, and more unquiet apparitions follow. All of them are terrified by the Dark One, and it soon becomes clear that that this evil force wants Kat dead.

Searching for help, Kat leaves school for the ancestral home she’s only just discovered. Her friend Evan, whose family is joined to her own by an arcane history, accompanies her. With the assistance of her eccentric great aunts and a loyal family ghost, Kat soon learns that she and Evan can only fix the present by traveling into the past.

As Kat and Evan make their way through nineteenth-century Vienna, the Dark One stalks them, and Kat must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to save a ghost.

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THE GIRL WHO IGNORED GHOSTS (The Unbelievables #1) by K.C. Tansley

THE GIRL WHO IGNORED GHOSTS (The Unbelievables #1) by K.C. Tansley

About Book 1
Title: THE GIRL WHO IGNORED GHOSTS
Series:  The Unbelievables #2
Author: K.C. Tansley
Publisher: Beckett Publishing Group
Release Date: July 31, 2015
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Fantasy/Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Kat Preston doesn’t believe in ghosts. Not because she’s never seen one, but because she saw one too many. Refusing to believe is the only way to protect herself from the ghost that tried to steal her life. Kat’s disbelief keeps her safe until her junior year at McTernan Academy, when a research project for an eccentric teacher takes her to a tiny, private island off the coast of Connecticut.

The site of a grisly mystery, the Isle of Acacia is no place for a girl who ignores ghosts, but the ghosts leave Kat little choice. Accompanied by her research partner, Evan Kingsley, she investigates the disappearance of Cassie Mallory and Sebastian Radcliffe on their wedding night in 1886. Evan’s scientific approach to everything leaves Kat on her own to confront a host of unbelievables: ancestral curses, powerful spells, and her strange connection to the ghosts that haunt Castle Creighton.

But that’s all before Kat’s yanked through a magic portal and Evan follows her. When the two of them awaken 129 years in the past with their souls trapped inside the bodies of two wedding guests, everything changes. Together, Kat and Evan race to stop the wedding-night murders and find a way back to their own time—and their own bodies—before their souls slip away forever.

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Author K.C. Tansley

Author K.C. Tansley

About the Author
K.C Tansley lives with her warrior lapdog, Emerson, and three quirky golden retrievers on a hill somewhere in Connecticut. She tends to believe in the unbelievables–spells, ghosts, time travel–and writes about them.

Never one to say no to a road trip, she’s climbed the Great Wall twice, hopped on the Sound of Music tour in Salzburg, and danced the night away in the dunes of Cape Hatteras. She loves the ocean and hates the sun, which makes for interesting beach days.

The Girl Who Ignored Ghosts is her debut YA time-travel murder mystery novel. As Kourtney Heintz, she also writes award winning cross-genre fiction for adults.

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Cover Reveal + Giveaway – DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries) by Jennifer Rebecca

DEAD AND BURIED Cover Reveal

Author Jennifer Rebecca is unveiling the cover to DEAD AND BURIED, the first book in her adult contemporary romance/comedy mystery series, Funerals and Obituaries, releasing July 17, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book, an exclusive excerpt, and pre-order links. You can current pre-order for just $0.99.

DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca

DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca

About the Book
Title: DEAD AND BURIED
Series:  Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries
Author: Jennifer Rebecca
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Comedy Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | iBooksKobo

Synopsis
You ever hear the phrase, about as successful as a soup sandwich? Well, that’s me, I’m the soup sandwich, but instead of a soggy mess, you have a twenty five year old with a Bachelor’s degree in nothing useful who just quit her job at the local home improvement store where there were definitely no tortured billionaires looking to tie anyone up–and that’s not a bad thing. I know, it’s looking pretty sad right about now, but at least I don’t still live with my parents…

So, here I am, embarking on a new journey covering the Funerals and Obituaries section of the local paper, the San Diego Metro News, for the editor–brace yourself--my uncle, Sal. Unfortunately, while my parents are on vacation, my Granny and her friends are determined to stir up some trouble–but this time, they may have bitten off more than they can chew–especially when some of the residents of the local retirement community are turning up unnaturally dead.

There is nothing that will keep me from protecting the people that I love, no matter how crazy they may be–not even the sexy, I mean stubborn, homicide detective, Trent Foyle, can stop me.

My name is Shelby Whitmore and I’m kind of the newest reporter for the San Diego Metro News, but hey, I’m a hit with the blue hairs..

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DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca (Full Cover)

DEAD AND BURIED (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #1) by Jennifer Rebecca (Full Cover)

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Excerpt
“Yes, I need an ambulance at 143 Sunnyvale Road, Unit B. Yes, I’ll stay on the line.”

Hey, that’s my address. I hope now one’s hurt. I open my eye and realize two things. 1) I’m lying flat on my back on the kitchen floor and 2) there is a strange man standing over me staring down with a scowl on his scary, yet handsome face. Upon, closer inspection, I realize I am naked and there is a strange man standing over me. What the ever fuck is happening here?!

“She’s come to,” the stranger says.

“Ma’am, you had an accident, I’m…” But he doesn’t get to finish because I jump up screaming.

“A phone pervert! A phone pervert is in my house!!!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHH……” I scream and resume my naked alien running. I run to my adorable cooking utensil cup and grab the first thing I can get my hands on, which just so happens to be a metal pair of tongs. I lunge at the Phone Pervert in my very best impression of a master swordsman, En garde! Clapping away like a deranged lobster. “You! Out of my house, Phone Pervert.” Clap clap.

Clap clap clap. “I told you I already have a pervert,” Clap clap. I attack again. Clap clap. “And I told you I would call the police!” Strong arms firmly wrap around me from behind and I jump but they only lock tight around me.

“Lady, I am the police. Now put your claws away and grab a robe before I have to take you in.” I let out an Eeep! when I realize that I am naked. My Phone Pervert turned police officer looks over my shoulder and says to the anaconda arms holding me, “Really, Trent, this looney tune is your girl?”

“Hey, I’m not a looney tune,” I pout. “I’m just having a really bad day,” I mumble. The thought of going to jail naked has brought back all the stress of my shit day.

“What can I say, she’s never boring and Nana loves her,” I feel Trent shrug behind me.

“Can you imagine your kids being anything but terrors with her and Marla’s genes combined?” He laughs. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“Hey,” I mumble halfheartedly.

“But they’ll be entertaining. And beautiful,” Trent adds.

“Beautiful for sure, crazy as fuck for certain,” he laughs, “Although standing here now, I definitely see her appeal. You ever decide you’re done with this asshole, you give me a call okay, sugar?” The stranger asks me on a chuckle.

A growl rumbles out from behind me and a warm, calloused palm slides up to cover my breast. Another one moves south but I slap it away.

“But I don’t even know your name,” I mumble looking down distractedly at the large, tan hand on my boobie.

Another growl, this time more menacing rumbles up as the stranger laughs again. Apparently, my life is hilarious.

“Detective Kane Green at your service ma’am,” he leans forward and tips his imaginary hat.

“Like the hockey player?” I ask, but I hear a groan from behind.

“One and the same, but now I’m retired,” he winks. “The old shoulder couldn’t do it anymore so I decided to follow in my dad’s footsteps and joined the local PD.”

“I think that’s just amazing,” I breathe. “I’m a big fan,” I blush. And when I say blush, I mean I blush EVERYWHERE and EVERYONE knows it because I’m FREAKING NAKED!

“He was just leaving,” Trent barks from behind me. Detective Green laughs and heads for the door.

“It was lovely meeting you, Shelby,” he winks and heads off into the night. Kane Green and his shaggy, light brown hair and cold blue eyes are undoubtedly gorgeous, but absolutely nothing compared to the coal black hair and green Irish eyes of one Detective Trenton Foyle. I am so screwed.

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Author Jennifer Rebecca

Author Jennifer Rebecca

About the Author
Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter..

Where to Find Jennifer Rebecca
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Cover Reveal – BLONDE AND FABULOUS (Barb Jackson Mysteries) by Anna Snow

Gemma Halliday Publishing and USA Today bestselling author, Anna Snow, are unveiling the cover to BLONDE AND FABULOUS, the third book in the Barb Jackson Mysteries series, releasing January, 2018. See below for the cover, information on the book, and an exclusive excerpt.

BLONDE AND FABULOUS (Barb Jackson Mysteries #3) by Anna Snow

BLONDE AND FABULOUS (Barb Jackson Mysteries #3) by Anna Snow

About the Book
Title:  BLONDE AND FABULOUS
Series:  Barb Jackson Mysteries #3
Author: Anna Snow
Release Date: January, 2018
Genre: Adult Cozy Mystery
Links: Coming Soon!

Synopsis
Feather boas, strippers, and murder? Oh, my!

After a busy few months, Private Investigator Barb Jackson is dreaming of a few days off with her hot man at her side… but her dream of a blissful vacation is abruptly put on hold when her good friend Cindy comes to her in desperate need of help. Cindy is a dancer at the Double Down Club, a somewhat upscale gentlemen’s club that often caters to somewhat less-than- law-abiding men, where two dancers have been murdered. The police don’t have a clue who pulled the trigger or why, and Cindy is afraid she might be next. Between rowdy club patrons, a bouncer with a past, and enough catty dancers to fill a scantily-clad lineup, Barb has suspects galore. But which one pulled the trigger…and just may do so again!

Platform heels, cocktails, and body glitter abound when Barb takes on the craziest case of her career.

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Synopsis
“The human body was not meant to be twisted into this position,” I complained to the yoga mat beneath me because from my position, I couldn’t look directly at Mona or Mandy and if I tried there was no doubt that I’d fall flat on rump.

I was fairly certain that at that very moment, if a pretzel could speak it would ask me how I got twisted into the particular position I currently found myself in. I still couldn’t believe that I’d let the girls talk me into taking a yoga class. Me. Cake-lovin’, wine-in-my-yoga-pants-on-the-sofa, pizza adoring, Chinese food gobbling, Barb Jackson.

I shook my head mentally. Who was I becoming? Yoga? Ugh…

“Oh, stop complaining,” Mona said with way too much cheer for someone currently twisted up so perfectly and with such ease a slinky would be jealous. “Just think about how good you’re going to look in that pink bikini Kelly helped you pick out, and how much Tyler is going to love you in it.”

I pictured my dear old aunt Mona waggling here eyebrows the way she always did when she was talking about what she called, the naughty business, even if what she was talking about at the time wasn’t really that naughty at all, and smiled to myself.

After my mom and her sister, my aunt Hannah, were killed in a car accident when I was seventeen leaving me with not even one living relative, their best friend Mona stepped up to the plate and took me in. Since then, I was as protective of Aunt Mona as she was of me.

“Tyler likes how I look right now,” I argued and moved into another twisted beyond belief position, something the yogi called Birds of Paradise. I struggled to suppress the urge to tell him where he could shove his calm breathing and his bird positions. I was currently in anything but paradise. My legs burned.

“True, but you were just saying how you wanted to lose about five pounds before your cruise,” my friend and co-worker Mandy decided to chime in from her mat on the other side of Mona. “I’ve found that yoga is the best and easiest way for me to lose a few pounds, and it relaxes you.” She said with her usual amount of cheer.

At that very moment, a bead of sweat dropped on the floor from my forehead and my legs decided to start shaking like Jell-O.

Yeah, really relaxing.

“Do you remember everything I say?” I asked between clenched teeth. My legs were on fire.

“I try to. It makes my job easier.” She whispered back to me when the yogi gave us a dirty look for talking.

The yogi stepped in front of the class and called out the next position.

When I started to unwind my arms from between my legs and place both feet back on the floor one of the things that I’d feared since walking into the yoga studio happened.

I lost my balance and toppled over. Arms flailing, I slammed into Mona causing her fall onto Mandy. We crashed to the floor like dominos. The rest of the class spared us a short glance, then went back to their business, only a few small chuckles could be heard from them.

“Man, I missed it. Could you three do that again?”

I didn’t even bother to try and get up. I just laid there like a flounder out of water gasping for air. Whoever said yoga was easy was full of it.

As far as I was concerned, my yoga practice for the day was over.

I scowled over at my best friend Kelly. I’d been surprised when she agreed to come along to a yoga class since her idea of working out was about the same as mine (the walk from the microwave to the sofa) but when we arrived and I got a look at her, the surprise melted away.

Kelly was currently sitting along the far wall with a chocolate shake in one hand and her new cellphone in the other. Ever since Mandy started teaching her about all the wonderful technology in the world today, (Mandy’s words not mine) I doubt she’d put her new iPhone down for more than five minutes. YouTube was her latest discovery and obsession. I’d been forced to watch cat videos about every ten minutes since the moment she’d discovered them. Before the iPhone, she’d still been using some flip phone from the Paleolithic era. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that old, but you get the idea.

“No way, and you better not be recording any of this,” I waggled a finger in her direction. I glanced up at the clock. Only five minutes were left in the class and I’d never quit anything in my life so I decided to give this yoga stuff one more shot.

The instructor called out the next position. This time he called it Down Dog, or as I secretly called it, Cat Warming Butt in Sun.

“Party pooper,” she said with a chuckle. “A little YouTube fame never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, right,” I answered.

“Just think, Barb,” Mona said completely ignoring Kelly. “In two weeks you and Tyler will be soaking up some sun on the deck of a fabulous cruise ship. A seven-day, six-night cruise to the Bahamas? Sign me up,” she giggled. “Especially if it comes complete with a man as good-looking as Tyler.”

I’d never taken a real vacation with a boyfriend, or ever if I were to be honest, and I hated to admit it, but I was nervous. Sure, Tyler and I had been together for a few months and we’d spend a few days at each other’s place during the week, but this was different. This was one full week of him experiencing me, Barb-the-control-freak-work-a-holic-Jackson in all my not-so-splendid glory. Morning hair, morning breath, and all.

The thought scared me a little.

“I’m not sure Tyler knows what he’s getting himself into,” I said and changed positions when the yogi called out to lower ourselves to the mat and relax.

Mona lowered her voice. “You’re just looking for a reason to back out of this vacation. Tyler is crazy about you. He’s seen you in the mornings with bedhead and bad breath. He’s seen you after a three-day stakeout, and believe me, that’s not a pretty sight,” she added as a side note. “And he’s seen you go neck deep in a box of leftover Chinese after a long day. If he hasn’t run away from you screaming by now, then I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to.”

“Maybe you’re right,” I relented and closed my eyes while I relaxed into my mat.

“You know I am,” Mona stated confidently. “I’m never wrong.”

“I agree with Mona,” Mandy chimed in. “About Tyler anyway,” she clarified. “Tyler loves you. I don’t think a week alone on a cruise is going to change the way he feels. Especially after he sees you rocking that bikini,” She raised herself up on her elbows long enough to grin at me over Mona then lowered herself back down onto her mat. I still couldn’t get over how fit Mona was. She ate like a garbage can, and only did yoga about once a week, but in the hour that we’d been twisted and tormented by the Yogi, she’d barely broken a sweat.

I really needed to step up my fitness game.

A few minutes later the yogi dismissed the class with a calm Namaste. I rolled up my mat with more vigor than I’d intended and then slung the strap over my shoulder while Mona and Mandy did the same. “Big date with Detective Boyfriend? A night in with the cats?” Kelly asked sarcastically and laughed.

Before Tyler came along the going joke among the four of us was me becoming a crazy cat lady before I even hit forty.

There was even a betting pool. Mona, my dear old auntie held out hope that I’d meet a man and little babies for her to spoil. When I met Tyler and our relationship hit the three-month mark Mona won the betting pool. A whopping ten dollars.

“So, what’s on your agenda for tonight?” Kelly asked when we joined her where she waited for us by the exit.

“Well, all of the cases at the office are wrapped up or on the schedule for when I return from vacation and Tyler is working late so… nothing I suppose.” I shrugged.

“Same here,” Mona said. “I’m off for the next three days while the captain and his wife get moved into the new house they just bought.”

“My nephews went home last night, so I’ve got nothing to do either,” Mandy said. “What about you?” she asked Kelly.

“Silas is out of town at some artist-schmartist convention and won’t be back until sometime tomorrow so it looks like a pint of Jen & Barry’s and a cheesy action flick for me.”

“Why don’t we meet at my place in about an hour, order some Chinese, put on one of those cheesy flicks Kelly mentioned and call it a night?” I offered.

“I’ll bring the wine,” Mona said. “I’ll see you girls in about an hour.” She patted my sweaty shoulder, grimaced at the palm of her now equally sweaty hand, and then hurried out the door.

Kelly, Mandy, and I exchanged looks and shrugged.

“See you in an hour.” Kelly smiled and the three of us left the building.

I watched the girls get into their cars and pull away from the curb, then reached into my bag and started searching for my key fob as I walked toward my car.

It wasn’t until I bumped into someone and dropped my purse that I looked up.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized and met the gaze of the woman I’d run into.

“Cindy?” I smiled. “I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?”

I’d had the pleasure of meeting Cindy back in the summer while working a case. She was a dancer at the Double Trouble Gentleman’s Club, and she’d been a huge help in solving the case.

“Oh, um, things are good,” she said and glanced around nervously before meeting my gaze. “I’m still working at the club.” She said with a small nod.

Her sky-blue eyes darted around the busy street as she fidgeted with the keyring in her hand.

I stepped forward and lowered my voice. “Are you alright?”

The corners of her full lips turned downward in a frown. “Yes.” she nodded her head, then bit her bottom lip. “Well,” she said hesitantly. “I’m… I’m not sure to be honest.” She finally said.

“What do you mean?”

She reached up and ran the fingers of her left hand through her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair and blew out a breath. “There’s been some trouble at the club in recent weeks and it has me and the other girls on edge.”

I frowned. “What kind of trouble?”

Cindy glanced around again and leaned closer to me. “Two girls were killed. Murdered right there backstage at the club.” She took a deep breath. “The first girl was killed about a month ago, and the second just two weeks ago.”

“Murdered? I didn’t hear anything about any of this on the news.” I said with confusion.

“The news doesn’t report on every murder in the city, I’m sure you know that.  And my thinking is they didn’t want dead strippers all over the evening news.”

She had a point. Not everyone was as understanding as I was about women doing what they had to do, or just what they wanted to do, to survive. Stripping included.

“I see your point,” I agreed. “Do the police have any leads?”

She shook her head. “None. There have been cops coming and going since the first dancer was killed, but they don’t seem to have any leads that I’m aware of and honestly, the rest of us who work there are getting worried. Two of us have already been killed and we don’t know by whom or why. What if this guy is just some sicko who gets his kicks killing half naked women? What if one of us is next?”

Her lip trembled but she calmed herself.

Being the awkward duck that I was, I wasn’t good at comforting people, but I at least tried. I reached over and patted her shoulder. “Is there anything I can do?”

She looked at me with her big blue eyes and I could practically see the exact moment the idea hit and sparkled in her eyes.

“Yes,” she said with a growing excitement that vibrated in the air. “You’re a private investigator.” She grabbed my shoulder. “You could look into this for me.” Her smile grew along with her excitement. “I normally wouldn’t ask but I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared, and so are the other girls. So far, you’ve solved every case you’ve been given, if what the news says is true. If anyone can find who killed those girls and why, it’s you.”

Now it was my turn to bite my lip with hesitation.

I was supposed to be wrapping up cases and preparing for my big cruise with Tyler, but how was I supposed to look Cindy in the eye and tell her no when she was so visibly distraught? How could I live with myself if I turned her down and then something happened to her, or one of the other women for that matter?

The bottom line was, I couldn’t.

Tyler, Mona, Mandy, and Kelly were going to throttle me, but Cindy was genuinely frightened. I couldn’t tell her no if there was even the slightest chance that I could help her. Besides, I had two weeks until our ship set sail. I could wrap up this case by then. I’d been known to do more in less time.

I took a deep breath and then nodded my head. “Okay. I’m in, but I’ll need some information from you and maybe some help if it comes down to it.”

“Anything,” she said and nodded so fast she looked like a bobble head on the dashboard of a taxicab. “Whatever you need. Just say the word.”

I looked at my watch then back up at her. “It’s getting late. Meet me at the office tomorrow morning and we’ll get started. I want to make myself perfectly clear, I’m not making any promises,” I said firmly. “But I’ll do my best to figure this all out.”

“I know you will.” She smiled at me and clasped my shoulder. “I’ll be at the office first thing in the morning.” She released my shoulder and waved as she hurried away toward the same yoga studio I’d just left.

I watched as she disappeared inside and then shook my head. How did I always seem to get myself into these situations? It was a question that others had asked me a million times over the years, but one I’d never asked myself. I was supposed to be relaxing and prepping for my first ever cruise with Tyler, not chasing down yet another murderer. But that’s exactly what I was doing. I wanted to deny it, but I knew what my problem was. I just couldn’t say no to people, but if it meant that I was helping save their lives, did I really want to turn them away? Absolutely not.

I fished in my purse and pulled out the key fob and unlocked my car door as I turned and closed the distance to my car. Once inside, I tossed my blue yoga mat in the backseat, then my purse in the passenger seat, and started the ignition. I sat with my hands gripping my steering wheel staring out the windshield in complete silence for a few moments wondering what I had just gotten myself into, and whether or not I’d bitten off more than I could chew.

I took a deep breath and cleared the doubt of my abilities fogging my mind. Whatever the situation might be I was more confident that I could handle it much better than how I was going to handle the girls’ and Tyler’s reactions when I told them that I’d just taken on another murder case.

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Author Anna Snow

Author Anna Snow

About the Author
Not only is Anna Snow a wife, mom, and lipstick junkie, but she’s also a multi-published USA Today bestselling author of several romance, mystery, erotica, fan-fiction, paranormal, chick-lit, and thriller works. 

Anna began writing as soon as she could hold a pen and hasn’t stopped since. She loves life and can think of nothing she enjoys more than spending time with her family and friends. She loves reading, writing, kitties, spending time outdoors, and did I mention kitties? *Big grin*

Anna also loves to hear from her fans and answers all correspondence she receives.

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Where to Find Anna Snow
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – BUTTERFLY IN AMBER (Spotless) by Camilla Monk

BUTTERFLY IN AMBER Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for BUTTERFLY IN AMBER, the fourth book in the adult romantic mystery series, Spotless, by Camilla Monk. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BUTTERFLY IN AMBER (Spotless #4) by Camilla Monk

BUTTERFLY IN AMBER (Spotless #4) by Camilla Monk

About the Book
Title: PITCHER PLANT
Series: Pacific Northwest Suspense
Author: Melissa Eskue Ousley
Release Date: May 12, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Suspense
Links: GoodreadsAmazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
When Tawny Ellis spots a run-down fixer-upper on the Oregon coast, she and her husband jump at the chance to own a cottage near the beach. But as the expensive repairs turn their dream home into a nightmare, their marriage unravels. And worse… something is lurking in the house’s dark past.

Tawny’s daughter has a new imaginary friend that bears a striking resemblance to a little girl who squatted in the house with her drug-addicted mother. These illegal tenants have been missing for years.

The house’s previous owner is enraged with Tawny, the same way he was with the squatters. As he stalks her family, Tawny suspects that she knows what happened to the last people who slept in the house. Her family might be next.

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I didn’t mean to, but I just dropped my glass again. It still happens—less than it used to. From time to time, my hands will shake uncontrollably, and whatever I’m holding will go crash, splatter, scatter on the floor, for Stiles to pick and clean up, as always.

“I’m sorry,” I say, without looking at him.

As he carefully mops the purple mess of broken glass and grape juice on the tiling, he smiles that sweet, empty smile he always gives me. Faded, like his baby blue eyes. “It’s all right; we’re good. That marble has seen worse.”

I mumble another apology, gazing past him and through the bay window, at the ghostly silhouettes of the snow-covered pines surrounding the castle. You can’t see the Baltic Sea, but it’s there, beyond the trees, encircling the island. My father sent me here to rest because he says it’s quiet; it’ll help me find myself again. “An island for Island,” he said, and it made him chuckle. When I’m depressed though, which is more often than I like to admit, I just think my world has shrunk to a mile-long rock.

“Island, are you still with me?”

I look up at Stiles and nod automatically, but in truth, for a second I didn’t recognize him. I mean, I did, but it’s his voice or, rather, his accent. He told me once he was born in a place called Denton, in Georgia, where time trickled slowly and people squeezed their pennies so hard the eagle screamed. He said he spent sixteen years there, hunting quail, skipping church, and waiting for something to happen—according to him, the rest of the town is probably still waiting. All he kept from his hometown is a soft drawl that will occasionally weigh on his vowels. There’s nothing wrong with that, but every time he opens his mouth, it’s like my brain is expecting something more, someone else, until the feeling is gone, and I remember that it’s just Stiles.

I don’t know; it’s just one of the many things that are wrong with me. I guess I’m still pretty messed up since my accident. I feel slow, confused most of the time. Everybody tells me it’s normal, that eight months is not much to recover from the kind of trauma I went through, that maybe it’ll take years. I hope not. I turned twenty-six in September, and I’d rather not stay a convalescent child for the rest of my life.

Once he’s done wiping the last pinkish smear, Stiles wastes no time crossing the kitchen and opening the fridge to grab the bottle of juice again. He reminds me of a big robot: The man is cut like a Terminator, and he never gives up, never gets distracted. I drop the glass where he put my meds? He’ll fetch another one. I never tried, but I’m pretty sure that if I dropped it ten times, he’d fix it all over again ten times too. Always the same gray dress pants, white shirt, and black tie every day, always the same blond crew cut I suspect never grows. I could complain he also looks forty every day, but that’d be unfair: it’s not like I’ve known him for so long.

My heart skips a beat at the distressing thought. I have. I’ve known him almost all my life, since the day my father hired him to take care of me. Bodyguard, nanny, nurse . . . friend, maybe?

How could I know? I don’t remember any of that.

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Author Camilla Monk

Author Camilla Monk

About the Author
Camilla Monk is a French native who grew up in a Franco-American family. After finishing her studies, she taught English and French in Tokyo before returning to France to work in advertising. Today, she builds rickety websites for financial companies and lives in Montreal, where she keeps a close watch on the squirrels and complains on a daily basis about the egregious number of Tim Hortons.

Her writing credits include the English resumes and cover letters of a great many French friends, and some essays as well. She’s also the critically acclaimed author of a few passive-aggressive notes pasted in her building’s elevator..

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Where to find Camilla Monk
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Book Blitz – Teaser + Giveaway – WINE NOT (Liquor Cabinet) by D.L. Gallie

WINE NOT Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for WINE NOT, the third book in the adult romantic suspense series, Liquor Cabinet, by D.L. Gallie. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive teaser, and details on her giveaway.

WINE NOT (Liquor Cabinet #3) by D.L. Gallie

WINE NOT (Liquor Cabinet #3) by D.L. Gallie

About the Book
Title: WINE NOT
Series: Liquor Cabinet #3
Author: D.L. Gallie
Release Date: May 7, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Sarah Bryant had it all: great friends, amazing job, perfect boyfriend. Quickly everything changed; her friends suffered a horrible tragedy, she lost her job, her ever-loving boyfriend left her…for a man and kicked her out. She’s desperate and all alone, when along comes Victoria with an offer that’s too good to refuse. In a moment of desperation, she makes a deal with the devil herself.

Logan De Biers is a broken man; the love of his life was using him, his best friend has disappeared, and now he’s alone. Sure he has money, a lot of money, but he wants companionship without complication. By chance one night, he crosses paths with Sarah and sparks fly. Taking a risk, he reaches out and makes an agreement with the devil herself.

Both Sarah and Logan are miserable until a chance meeting one night changes everything. Their worlds collide, sparks fly, and finally they are on the path to happiness. What they don’t count on is a hurdle named Victoria. She refuses to let her best girl go and she will do anything to keep her…even if means taking everyone down with her.

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Author D.L. Gallie

Author D.L. Gallie

About the Author
I’m from Queensland in Australia but I have lived all around the world. I’m currently living in Gladstone with my husband and two kids. I’ve been with my husband since I was 16, and even though we drive each other nuts at times, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

I got back into reading just after I had my son and with some encouragement from my husband I started to write, and now the voices won’t stop.

I enjoy listening to music, drinking white wine in Summer, Red wine in Winter, beer all year round, I won’t say no to a cocktail either (specifically a margarita), reading and now writing.

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Where to Find D.L. Gallie
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – FATE HATES (Twist of Fate) by Tina Saxon

FATE HATES Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for FATE HATES, the first book in the new adult contemporary romance/suspense series, Twist of Fate, by Tina Saxon. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FATE HATES (Twist of Fate #1) by Tina Saxon

FATE HATES (Twist of Fate #1) by Tina Saxon

About the Book
Title:
 FATE HATES
Series: Twist of Fate #1
Author: Tina Saxon
Release Date: April 24, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | iBooks

Synopsis
It’s fate that led us to each other.
It’s fate that we can’t be together.

When something bad happens, you never hear anyone say, “It must be fate.” Yet fate was to blame for me being home to witness my mother’s murder. Fate paved the road my life was destined to take that tragic day. And that road led me directly to him.

We were never meant to be. Just a chance encounter with a bad boy who shocked my heart into submission.

Until fate pushed me down that road and led me to him again. Our paths didn’t just cross, they collided.

I need to fight the secrets from my past. He’s just fighting for me. Can two people destined to meet survive the devastation fate set in motion?

Welcome to my life.
Fate hates me.

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Excerpt #2
Jett grabs some eggs and bacon from the fridge. He’s a sight to see cooking in the kitchen. I sit on one of the bar stools and study him as he continues to make breakfast. The muscles in his back flex whenever he moves. I’m appreciating the backside of his body, remembering exactly what that body did to mine last night. A quiet moan escapes my lips.

He slowly turns and the corner of his mouth twitches. “You keep looking at me like you want to eat me,” he growls. “I don’t fucking care who knows about us, I will throw you on that table and have a feast myself.” My whole body trembles, and I clench my thighs together trying to find the friction I’m all of a sudden in need of. I look to the table and I’m not sure I care either. Jett has a devilish glint in his eyes. He walks—or more appropriately stalks—toward me.

I hop out of my chair, grabbing onto the counter. “Jett. You wouldn’t,” I say, giggling, and try to tame the beast about to attack. He keeps walking around the island toward me. I slide around the other way, keeping hold of the counter like it’s going to protect me. His walk increases to a run. I scream and laugh as I keep running around the counter, away from him. We both slow, still opposite of each other, his beautiful emerald green eyes never leaving mine.

I’m trying to gauge his next move in this playful game of cat and mouse. I arch my eyebrows, taunting him a little. “How hungry are you?” I breathe out. He audibly sucks in a breath.

“Woman,” he warns.

I’m bouncing on my feet trying to predict which way he’ll run, but I seem to have misread him. He instantly jumps over the counter and grabs me as I dramatically squeal in surprise. He wraps his hand around my back pulling me into him. Our body’s mold to each other. I instantly feel his arousal.

“I’m fucking starving,” he says as he bites my earlobe then sucks it into his mouth. He wraps his hands around my hair and tugs, giving him full access to my neck. My lips part and my breath quickens as he alternates biting and sucking.

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Author Tina Saxon

Author Tina Saxon

About the Author
I’m a girl who doesn’t mind getting dirty but also loves to be pampered. It’s not uncommon to find me in the garage cutting wood to make a bookshelf or painting a new room because I’m bored with the old color. I have more power tools than most men on my street. The only thing I’m not allowed to have is a sharp knife and an avocado. A trip to the ER, a nerve repair surgery, two sets of stitches and a forever scar … I’m okay with that rule. Did you know they make little gadgets for avocado’s? Neither did I. Words of advice, don’t try and pop the seed out with a knife.

In between being a wife and a mom to two active kids, I love girl’s nights, laying in bed with a good book, football Sundays, drinking a fruity cocktail – with lots of cherries – and being in the sun. People who don’t know me see me as quiet and shy. I’m more reserved with a wild side I keep hidden until it’s appropriate to unleash.

When I tell people I’ve written books, the main question I receive is “Are they children’s books?” It makes me laugh every time. My books are about sexy alpha males and beautiful strong-willed women, with lots of sex. Definitely not children’s books.  .

Where to Tina Saxon
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Release Day + Giveaway – YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles) by K.M. Pyne

YOLO Release Day

Today is release day for #YOLOthe second book in the young adult mystery series, Ruby Knight Chronicles, by K.M. Pyne. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive teaser, and details on her giveaway.

#YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles #2) by K.M. Pyne

#YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles #2) by K.M. Pyne

About the Book
Title: #YOLO
Series: Ruby Knight Chronicles #2
Author: K.M. Pyne
Publisher: 2 Librans Publishing
Release Date: May 8, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | !ndigo

Synopsis
Once again Ruby Knight finds herself dragged into her Mam’s World. This time someone at her school is out for revenge!

Ruby, along with her friends, have to work out who is murdering students. Why they are murdering them? What do they ultimately want?

At the same time relationships are made and some are broken, but will Ruby find the killer in time? Or will someone else have to perish at the hands of a killer?

If you like ‘Nancy Drew’ or ‘Pretty Little Liars’, then The Ruby Knight Chronicles is the perfect mash up!

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#MEET (Ruby Knight Chronicles #1) by K.M. Pyne

#MEET (Ruby Knight Chronicles #1) by K.M. Pyne

About the Book
Title: #MEET
Series: Ruby Knight Chronicles #1
Author: K.M. Pyne
Publisher: 2 Librans Publishing
Release Date: February 26, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
When Ruby Knight’s best friend, Catriona Taylor disappears Ruby knows something isn’t right.

Time is ticking and the race is on to find Catriona. Has she run away? Is she really on a holiday with her parents? Has something more sinister happened to her?

These are the questions facing Ruby. Can she find Catriona? Can she ask her detective Mam for help? Or will she leave it too late?

Follow Ruby on her journey to find her best friend!

If you like ‘Nancy Drew’ or ‘Pretty Little Liars’, then The Ruby Knight Chronicles is the perfect mash up!

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Author K.M. Pyne

Author K.M. Pyne

About the Author
KM Pyne lives in Dublin, Ireland and this is her first YA book. There are sequels which are already written and some paranormal YA’s in the future. She is married, has two children and works full time. Writing is a hobby, but it takes over more and more of her life. Characters and stories come into her mind all the time and she has to stop and write them down so that she can build on them at a later date.

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Where to find K.M. Pyne
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Snapchat

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – SERENADE (The Nightmusic Trilogy) by Heather McKenzie

SERENADE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for SERENADE, the first book in the young adult romance/mystery series, The Nightmusic Trilogy, by Heather McKenzie. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SERENADE (The Nightmusic Trilogy #1) by Heather McKenzie

SERENADE (The Nightmusic Trilogy #1) by Heather McKenzie

About the Book
Title: SERENADE
Series: The Nightmusic Trilogy #1
Author: Heather McKenzie
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Release Date: April 17, 2017
Genre:
 Young Adult Romance/Mystery/Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Kidnapped and held hostage in the Rockies, a teenage heiress falls for her abductor while her corrupt father and devoted bodyguard fight to get her back. The discovery of true love and dark family secrets turns deadly in this epic coming of age adventure.

Kaya Lowen dreams of living like a normal eighteen-year old, but being heiress to a billion-dollar company has put her life in constant danger. Fiercely guarded by her powerful and corrupt father, she develops close bonds with those who protect her, especially Oliver – a bodyguard who has proven his devotion to her time and again. He wins her heart – until a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger has her questioning everything she believes in. Haunted by true love and reeling from a guilty conscience, Kaya’s world unravels when she’s kidnapped.

Held captive in a rugged wilderness fraught with raging storms, mystical caves and deadly predators, Kaya’s father scours the forest and her bodyguard fights to get her back. But, the discovery of a dark family secret makes Kaya wonder if staying in the arms of her blue-eyed abductor—a captivating stranger with dark secrets of his own – is a safer place to be. At least, that’s what her heart is telling her, her head is saying run…

An epic adventure centered on a smoldering love-triangle, Serenade sings a timeless tale of courage, self-discovery, and life-or-death love that will leave you breathless.

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Excerpt #3
As casually as possible, he weaved through the over-perfumed and over-made guests, and then made his way out into the garden. At the end of the path, a small door hidden in the stone wall was his escape. He pushed away the tightly woven vines and pulled on the handle—still locked.

The click of fast-approaching footsteps made him duck for cover. Someone stopped a few feet from where he was hiding and began to pace back and forth. He dug out the knife he’d stolen from the kitchen and hoped he wouldn’t have to use it.

It was a woman, and she was alone. He peered at her from behind a huge Mayday tree for a better look. A shiny dress hugged her slim body, and long, dark hair fell past her shoulders to a tiny waist. She seemed upset and her chest heaved slightly as she tried to catch her breath. He caught a glimpse of milky-white shoulders and a hint of her toned thigh peeking through a slit in the dress. She turned toward him, and he thought he’d been caught. He steadied the knife… but when he saw her face, he forgot why he even had it.

Her features were defined, but the edges were soft. Glowing skin covered high cheekbones, and a hint of pink was noticeable on them even in the silvery moonlight. Her nose was small and dainty, her lips full and berry red, and her wide eyes seemed on the verge of tears which made them sparkle. She was gorgeous. He was captivated.

The knife fell to the ground.

She said something. Did she speak to him? The whole world seemed to come to a grinding halt—he had to meet her even if it meant risking everything. His body moved toward her like it wasn’t his own, and as if in a dream, he found himself sitting next to her, wiping at a tear on her cheek. The heat of her skin under his fingertips and the look in her eyes woke up his heart. Suddenly, he wanted to soothe her, comfort her, and protect her from whatever caused her to run out alone into the night.

He was absolutely compelled beyond reason to hold her hand, and when he did, the most startling, earth shattering revelation hit him with full force: she was the reason he was here on this earth.

He didn’t believe in luck. He didn’t believe in fate. He certainly didn’t believe in love at first sight, but there she was, standing in front of him, wearing an emerald dress the same color as her eyes.

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Author Heather McKenzie

Author Heather McKenzie

About the Author
Heather McKenzie is a Canadian author and Serenade is her first novel. A professional singer/songwriter with five albums to date, she has been telling stories through music for years and pulls from her extraordinary experiences as a musician to fuel her passion for creating Young Adult fiction. A rocker at heart, a mom of three, an aspiring painter, and a lover of animals, she is kept grounded by her husband at their home in Edmonton.

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Where to find Heather McKenzie
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Cover Reveal – YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles) by K.M. Pyne

#YOLO Cover Reveal

2 Librans Publishing and author K.M. Pyne are unveiling the cover to #YOLOthe second book in the young adult mystery series, Ruby Knight Chronicles, releasing May 8, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book and series, and a link to add it to your Goodreads TBR.

#YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles #2) by K.M. Pyne

#YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles #2) by K.M. Pyne

About the Book
Title: #YOLO
Series: Ruby Knight Chronicles #2
Author: K.M. Pyne
Publisher: 2 Librans Publishing
Release Date: May 8, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Mystery
Links: Goodreads

Synopsis
Once again Ruby Knight finds herself dragged into her Mam’s World. This time someone at her school is out for revenge!

Ruby, along with her friends, have to work out who is murdering students. Why they are murdering them? What do they ultimately want?

At the same time relationships are made and some are broken, but will Ruby find the killer in time? Or will someone else have to perish at the hands of a killer?

If you like ‘Nancy Drew’ or ‘Pretty Little Liars’, then The Ruby Knight Chronicles is the perfect mash up!

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#YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles #2) by K.M. Pyne (Full Cover)

#YOLO (Ruby Knight Chronicles #2) by K.M. Pyne (Full Cover)

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#MEET (Ruby Knight Chronicles #1) by K.M. Pyne

#MEET (Ruby Knight Chronicles #1) by K.M. Pyne

About the Book
Title: #MEET
Series: Ruby Knight Chronicles #1
Author: K.M. Pyne
Publisher: 2 Librans Publishing
Release Date: February 26, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
When Ruby Knight’s best friend, Catriona Taylor disappears Ruby knows something isn’t right.

Time is ticking and the race is on to find Catriona. Has she run away? Is she really on a holiday with her parents? Has something more sinister happened to her?

These are the questions facing Ruby. Can she find Catriona? Can she ask her detective Mam for help? Or will she leave it too late?

Follow Ruby on her journey to find her best friend!

If you like ‘Nancy Drew’ or ‘Pretty Little Liars’, then The Ruby Knight Chronicles is the perfect mash up!

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Author K.M. Pyne

Author K.M. Pyne

About the Author
KM Pyne lives in Dublin, Ireland and this is her first YA book. There are sequels which are already written and some paranormal YA’s in the future. She is married, has two children and works full time. Writing is a hobby, but it takes over more and more of her life. Characters and stories come into her mind all the time and she has to stop and write them down so that she can build on them at a later date.

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Where to find K.M. Pyne
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Snapchat
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Release Day – 15 Minutes (Maizie Albright Star Detective) by Larissa Reinhart

Today is release day for 15 Minutes, the first book in the cozy mystery series, Maizie Albright Star Detective, by Larissa Reinhart. See below for information on the book, buy links, and a link to add it to your Goodreads TBR.

15 Minutes (Maizie Albright Star Detective #1) by Larissa Reinhart

15 Minutes (Maizie Albright Star Detective #1) by Larissa Reinhart

About the Book
Title
: 15 Minutes
Series: Maizie Albright Star Detective #1
Author: Larissa Reinhart
Publisher: Past Perfect Press
Category: Cozy Mystery
Release Date: January 24, 2017
LinksGoodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon AU

Synopsis
#10days #findthewoman #getthejob #doNOTfallinlove

When ex-teen star Maizie Albright returns to her Southern hometown of Black Pine, Georgia, she hoped to rid herself of Hollywood tabloid and reality show hell for a new career as a private investigator. Instead, Hollyweird follows her home. Maizie’s costar crushing, but now for her gumshoe boss. Her stage-monster mother still demands screen time. Her latest rival wants her kicked off the set, preferably back to a California prison.

By entangling herself in a missing person’s case, she must reprise her most famous role. The job will demand a performance of a lifetime. But this time, the stakes are real and may prove deadly.

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Author Larissa Reinhart

Author Larissa Reinhart

About the Author
A 2015 Georgia Author of the Year Best Mystery finalist, Larissa writes the Cherry Tucker Mystery and Maizie Albright Star Detective series. The first in the Cherry Tucker series, Portrait of a Dead Guy, is a 2012 Daphne du Maurier finalist, 2012 The Emily finalist, and 2011 Dixie Kane Memorial winner. She loves books, food, and travel in any and all combinations.

Her family and Cairn Terrier, Biscuit, live in Nagoya, Japan, but they still call Georgia home. You can see them on HGTV’s House Hunters International “Living for the Weekend in Nagoya” episode

If you enjoy her books, please leave a review. She sends you virtual hugs and undying gratitude for your support!

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Where to Find Larissa Reinhart
Goodreads | Website | NewsletterFacebook | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – Snowed by Maria Alexander

Snowed Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for Snowed, a young adult fantasy/mystery by Maria Alexander. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive book blitz excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

Snowed by Maria Alexander

Snowed by Maria Alexander

About the Book
Title: Snowed
Author: Maria Alexander
Publisher: Raw Dog Screaming Press
Release Date: November 2, 2016
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
Charity Jones is a 16-year-old engineering genius who’s much-bullied for being biracial and a skeptic at her conservative school in Oak County, California. Everything changes when Charity’s social worker mother brings home a sweet teen runaway named Aidan to foster for the holidays. Matched in every way, Charity and Aidan quickly fall in love. But it seems he’s not the only new arrival: Charity soon finds the brutally slain corpse of her worst bully and she gets hard, haunting evidence that the killer is stalking Oak County. As she and her Skeptics Club investigate this death and others, they find at every turn the mystery only grows darker and more deadly. One thing’s for certain: there’s a bloody battle coming this holiday season that will change their lives – and human history – forever.

Will they be ready?

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Excerpt (Chapter 3)
I can hear Mom and Dad chatting in the living room, asking questions. Another softer voice with a strange accent gives staccato answers.

“Charity?” Mom calls out. She sounds annoyed.

I shuffle through the foyer, inhaling the smell of baking lasagna. When I enter the family room, Mom and Dad are sitting on the couch with mugs, tea bag tags draped over the edges. Some guy I don’t know sits with them in the easy chair. I can’t help checking him out. He’s my age, average height, with skin pale as cream and wavy ebony hair. His light blue eyes shimmer under long, inky lashes. His wrinkled, striped dress shirt is much too big for his narrow shoulders, and his scuffed black boots with pointed toes peek out from the cuffs of his baggy jeans. He gives off a weird vibe, like he’s been in prison or working for suicide bombers.

He must be a stray.

My mom’s a social worker. She’s always bringing home people for meals. Damaged people.

Mom wraps an arm around my shoulders, kissing my ear. “Where have you been? Did you get my message?”

I shake my head.

“Hey. How’d it go?” Dad hugs me as well. I kiss his big scruffy face.

They are being very nice. Something’s up.

“Not great. I’ll tell you later.” I stare at our visitor.

“Charity, this is Aidan MacNichol. Aidan, this is my daughter, Charity.”

“How do you do?” He holds out his hand. His eyes barely meet mine. His voice is a notch higher than I expect and kind of sing-song. What century is this guy from? Who says stuff like that?

“Hi,” I say and give him The Boneless Hand. I’m touching you but I’m not happy about it.

Except I am. His skin is incredibly soft, like my mom’s charmeuse dress. He

lets go. At the last second, I almost don’t.

And he almost doesn’t, either.

“Where’s your brother?” Dad asks.

“I don’t know. In jail?”

“Charity, stop it,” Mom sighs.

“What? I never know where he is.”

A car roars into the gravel driveway. It must be Charles’ ride. The music escaping the car windows sounds like someone is grinding the air into steel shavings. As the car retreats, Charles bursts through the front door and makes for the staircase.

“Hey! Charles, come here.” Dad motions to him.

Charles looks as if he’d rather snack on rat poison than join us, but he does.

“Hey.” Charles lifts his chin at Aidan. Aidan nods back.

“We want to talk to you guys.” Mom puts her hand on Aidan’s shoulder.

“Aidan is going to be staying with us for a little while.”

“This is bullshit,” Charles announces and heads for the staircase. He looks

at Aidan. “No offense.”

“Hey, get back here!” Dad yells.

“No family meeting? You just drop this on us?” I ask.

Mom looks mortally offended. “Charity!”

“It’s not fair. We never get a say in anything that happens around here. Not

about Aunt Bulimia—”

“Aunt Bellina.”

“Or the dog I wanted?”

“Honey, you know Charles is allergic.”

“The only thing he’s allergic to is school!”

“Shut up, Cherry.” Charles glares at me, his hamster face squinching up.

“We have guests from my work all the time,” Mom says, “and you’ve never cared before.”

“Yeah, for dinner.”

Aidan slinks back, hands in his pants pockets. He watches the sky through the sliding glass door on the far wall of the living room. He’s humming a familiar tune under his breath. I can’t quite place it.

“I should go.”

Aidan’s announcement cuts through the room. Everyone falls silent.

“I can’t stay here,” he says. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. You’ve been very kind.”

“You’re not going anywhere, Aidan.” Mom invokes The Voice. It’s from her days as a trial lawyer. “If you leave, I have to call the authorities. You’re underage, your legal residency is in question, and the county has put you in our care. You can stay with us or you can go to juvy.” Mom darkened. “I don’t recommend juvy.”

“Neither does Charles,” I say.

“Shut up, Cherry!”

Aidan sighs. “I don’t know what this ‘juvy’ is but I suppose I don’t want to go.”

“Are you from like England or something?” Charles asks.

Aidan looks confused. “I beg your pardon?”

“Where is he sleeping?” I ask.

“Your room,” Dad says.

My face heats with horror. I bury it in my hands.

“Kidding!” Dad says, throwing an arm around me for a bear squeeze.

“Sewing room. Now let’s have some chow.”

Mom shuttles us to the dining table. She interrogates Charles as to why he stinks like cigarette smoke, but he claims it’s from riding with his friend Noah. I say nothing. As we set the table, she brings out the salad and lasagna, which smells heavenly.

Humiliation and disappointment haven’t affected my appetite at all, apparently. I wish something would.

I notice that Aidan holds the fork like he’s strangling it. He scrapes the plate. Everyone winces. Where is this guy from? And why is he so strange? Who doesn’t know how to use a fork?

I want to flee to my room to cry but I can’t. I want to make up with Keiko. I feel terrible about that fight. But Mom has laid down the law: No running off before the meal is over. Supposedly this encourages Charles to stay put and bond with us. If I ran upstairs and flung myself onto the bed now, I’d be doubly busted because we have a guest. I just want to be alone and this weird stranger is keeping me from my snug room where I can just melt down.

“Are you all right?” Aidan looks at me, concerned. “Don’t worry. It wasn’t

you who misbehaved at school today.”

Wait—what? How could he know? Or does he?

Mom shoots Aidan an anxious look, then me. “Honey, is there something going on?”

“Cherry started a riot at school today,” Charles offers.

“A riot?” Dad eyes me with disbelief.

“Shut up! That’s not what happened!”

“And then she made the Christian girls cry.”

“Charity!” Mom says. “Was this your club?”

“Mom, I didn’t do anything to anyone.”

“Then they sent Cherry like a million text messages so she can’t use her phone anymore.” Charles beams with triumph.

I want to slam his face into the Pyrex dish. “You! Did you give them my cell number?” My face heats with the rage. My hand balls into a fist on the table.

“That’s enough.” Dad points at Charles. “Did you give out your sister’s cell number?”

“Of course not,” Charles says, indignant. Dad eyes him suspiciously, but lets it drop. There is no justice.

Mom wearily passes Dad the wine bottle. “Charity, what happened?”

“Nothing. I put up a flyer about the Skeptic’s Club and the BFJs picketed my meeting, calling me a lot of unspeakable names. They harassed everyone who was there. They were harassing me with texts calling me a Satanist even before the club meeting. I had to turn off my phone. That’s why I didn’t get your call.” Tears scald the corners of my eyes.

“Where were the school officials?” Mom asks. “I can’t believe they let this happen!”

“Don’t worry. Mr. Vittorio told me he’s reporting it. He’s the librarian.”

Aidan sits with his hands folded in his lap, eyes trailing to the window.

Mom narrows her eyes at Dad and polishes off her glass of wine.

And then there’s Keiko… I can’t take it anymore. I manage to stand up and choke out, “Excuse me,” before dashing for my room.

I hear Charles complaining behind me. “So Cherry gets to have a tampon tizzy and get out of dishes?”

I slam the door and the tears spill out. As I fall on the bed, I look to Mr. Spotty and Miss Yoyodyne, who squat beside my desk. These aren’t stuffed animals. They’re robots I built. I feel like kicking one of my plastic component bins but I hurt so much, I just double over on the bed.

Footsteps pound up the stairs and Mom taps on my door. I know her knock.

“Come in.”

Mom sits on the bed and hugs me. Between sobs, I tell her what happened with Keiko.

“Honey, these people are serious bullies. Do you want me and Dad to talk to the principal?”

No. That’ll only make it worse. Besides, the school says they’ll deal with it. Can we wait and see what happens?”

She looks unconvinced, wiping hair out of my eyes. “If they lay a hand on

you…”

“…I have a good lawyer.”

After Mom leaves, I text Keiko.

I’m so sorry, K. Please don’t be mad. I won’t put up any more flyers. I promise! Xoxo

As I read One Hundred Years of Solitude for AP English, I can hear thebumps and scrapes of Dad and Charles setting up the cot in the sewing room. Despite his protests, Charles enjoys showing off that he can lift more than Dad, who had back surgery several months ago. Mom digs through the sewing room closet. “We’ll get you more clothes this weekend,” I hear her tell Aidan. They wish each other a good night.

After two long hours of AP Calculus followed by Honors Chemistry and French, I eventually crawl into bed, exhausted and wishing that I believed in something—anything—that I could pray to and make things okay with Keiko.

Everything falls quiet except for Aidan. I hear him humming. The wall is thin between us.

I remember hearing Mom crying in the sewing room after we first moved here. She and Dad weren’t getting along. I hate thinking of my mom being weak. She has to be strong, the badass lawyer who torches anything in her way with her words. I love her for that. To hear her sobbing was haunting.

Aidan keeps humming. It’s that same tune as before but this time I know what it is.

Carol of the Bells.

A Christmas song.

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Author Maria Alexander

Author Maria Alexander

About the Author
Maria Alexander is a produced screenwriter, published games writer, virtual world designer, award-winning copywriter, interactive theatre designer, fiction writer, snarkiologist and poet. Her short stories have appeared in numerous publications and acclaimed anthologies alongside living legends such as David Morrell and Heather Graham.

Her debut novel, Mr. Wicker, won the 2014 Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in a First Novel. She’s represented by Alex Slater at Trident Media Group.

When she’s not wielding a katana at her Shinkendo dojo, she’s being outrageously spooky or writing Doctor Who filk. She lives in Los Angeles with two ungrateful cats and a purse called Trog.

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Sale Blitz – Darkness Series by Claire Contreras

Darkness Series Sale Blitz

Welcome to the Black Friday sales blitz for the Darkness Series, a new adult contemporary romance series with a twist of mystery, by New York Times bestselling author Claire Contreras. See below for information on the series and buy links.

There is No Light in Darkness (Darkness #1) by Claire Contreras

There is No Light in Darkness (Darkness #1) by Claire Contreras

About Book 1 – ON SALE FOR $0.99!
Title:
 There is No Light in Darkness
Series: Darkness #1
Author: Claire Contreras
Release Date: January 10, 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance/Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks

Synopsis
A past hidden in darkness. Her present cloaked in secrets. The future holds the only truth that cannot be escaped.

After the mysterious and violent death of her parents, Blake Brennan finds comfort with an unconventional family. As the dramatic loss of her parents continues to haunt her—and hinders her from reciprocating love that others give freely—Blake embarks on a harrowing journey in search for the truth.

Living in a constant state of fear and need for control, vivid nightmares reveal details that lead to perilous situations. The past begins to collide with the present, and Blake must decide if the truth is worth losing the ones she loves.

Can love conquer all as her past comes to light? Or will Blake realize that there is no light in darkness?

Book contains: Explicit language & sexual content.

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Darkness Before Dawn (Darkness #2) by Claire Contreras

Darkness Before Dawn (Darkness #2) by Claire Contreras

About Book 2
Title:
 Darkness Before the Dawn
Series: Darkness #2
Author: Claire Contreras
Release Date: June 8, 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance/Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Is love ever enough?

Faced with obstacles she could have never imagined, Blake is brought to darkness and back by forces in her past she never knew existed.

Desperate to stay connected to the only thing he loves, Cole is forced to revisit his past and align himself with the people who knew about Blake’s disappearance.

Separation has forced both Blake and Cole to learn how to live under the worst circumstances, each of them alone in their own hell.

When they reunite, can they be the same two people they were before darkness swept upon them?

Told in separate points of view, Darkness Before Dawn is the continuation of Blake and Cole’s fight to make it to the light.

Book contains: Explicit language & sexual content..

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Author Claire Contreras

Author Claire Contreras

About the Author
Claire Contreras is a New York Times Best Selling Author. Her books range from romantic suspense to contemporary romance and are currently translated in seven different languages.

She lives in Miami, Fl with her husband, two adorable boys, three bulldogs, and two stray cats that she refuses to admit are hers (even though they live on her porch, she named them, and continues to feed them). When she’s not writing, she’s usually lost in a book.
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Where to Find Claire Contreras
Goodreads | Website | NewsletterFacebook | Twitter | Instagram
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – Everything Bundt the Truth by Karen C. Whalen

Everything Bundt the Truth Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for Everything Bundt the Truth a standalone cozy mysteryby Karen C. Whalen. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

Everything Bundt the Truth by Karen C. Whalen

Everything Bundt the Truth by Karen C. Whalen

About the Book
Title:
 Everything Bundt the Truth
Author: Karen C. Whalen
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Release Date: November 2, 2016
Genre:  Cozy Mystery
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
Recent widow, Jane Marsh, is determined to recapture a rich, full life. She strives for youthful fun by riding a bicycle downtown on her lunch hour in a suit and heels, smoking cigars, eating at hipster restaurants, and re-entering the dating scene, even if her dates prove to be peculiar.

Her most fervent desire, though, is to join an exclusive dinner club. She auditions, but is barred when her housekeeper is found murdered, and she and her guest list become the suspect list. Her, a killer? So what if her two late husbands died under suspicious circumstances. It doesn’t make her a killer.

Having passed off a store bought Bundt cake as her own creation, she may have committed a culinary crime, but never murder!

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Excerpt
“Do you want to tell us how your husbands died?”

Jane narrowed her eyes at the detective as her heart thudded in her chest. So, the police were going to dredge that up. Again.

“Didn’t one of your husbands fall overboard from a cruise ship? And husband number two also fell to his death while you were out of the country? He drowned, too? Quite a coincidence.”

“We were in Ireland. The winds are strong on the Cliffs of Moher.” Jane twisted her ring around and around on her finger. Hugh was taking a selfie picture when the wind swept him away. She tried to hang on to him but was left holding only the cell phone. Hugh always did take the best pictures of her; however, she didn’t intend for the photo to go viral on Facebook.

“I’m afraid the police suspect one of the gourmet dinner club members. I’m trying to get accepted into the club, but I’ve got to solve the case first.” She didn’t mention she was the most likely suspect and had trouble meeting his gaze.

“It sounds like you’ve narrowed it down to the ex-husbands. But Jane, you should look closer at your guests. Everyone always suspects the husband.”

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Author Karen C. Whalen

Author Karen C. Whalen

About the Author
Karen C. Whalen is the author of a culinary cozy series, the dinner club murder mysteries, the first of which is Everything Bundt the Truth. She works as a paralegal at a law  firm in Denver, Colorado and has been a columnist and regular contributor to The National Paralegal Reporter magazine. She has hosted dinner club events for a number of years.

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Where to find Karen C. Whalen
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter

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Giveaway
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