Sep 192014
 
Excerpt:

Chapter 1: America’s Got Divas

I put down my doughnut, picked up my iced coffee and took a sip. The extra-extra cream

and extra-extra sugar gave me a nice little rush. It wasn’t quite as good as Starbucks’ but being

unemployed I had to make the best of my homebrewed pot.

I had my cell phone cradled in the crook of my shoulder, talking to my best friend Julia.

“With my Kindle,” I said, “I can read them without people staring at me on the subway.”

“I still can’t believe you like girly romance books,” Julia said. I could hear her slurping

her own coffee, probably an iced Double Mocha Grande, being that she was at our old Starbucks

in Salem. “You’re the only guy I know who has every Chippendale Publishing book ever

released.”

I didn’t really but I didn’t want to quibble over details. “Oh my God,” I said, as a bit of

powdered sugar sprayed from my mouth and landed on the blanket I had covered over me. I was

getting ready to watch TV. “I almost forgot to tell you.”

She slurped some more of her coffee. “What?”

“Guess who’s doing a comeback concert?” I brushed the sugar dust off the blanket.

“Who, Cher?”

“No,” I said, raising my voice.

“I don’t know. You got me,” she said, and from her muffled speech, I could tell she was

eating, probably a slice of carrot cake or a blueberry scone. I know what Julia likes. When she

eats desserts, she usually goes for something that has a vegetable in it or some antioxidant fruit,

because, of course, they’re healthier than my powdered doughnuts.

I pulled the blanket closer to me. “Carolyn Sohier,” I said. “She’s finally coming out of

seclusion and doing a concert.”

“Carolyn, who?” I heard the clinking of the fork against the plate. Carrot cake, I bet.

“Carolyn Sohier― you know, the singer who was in Witches of Salem, that movie we

saw the night I slipped on the ice in Danvers? And she was also on Broadway in―”

“Oh, her. That movie was terrible.” I could practically hear her nose wrinkle in disgust.

Julia was brutally honest.Well, I liked it,” I said. “She’s an amazing singer.”

“She didn’t even sing in that movie,” she said, with her voice trailing off at the end.

“Well, it wasn’t a musical. But she did sing the theme song. Remember, we saw her on

last year’s America’s Got Divas. She was the guest judge.”

“I suppose you’ll want me to go with you,” she said.

I clicked the remote control. “We’ll see. Tickets are expensive. She’s decided to come

out of seclusion, out from her Greta Garbo cocoon. It’s a one-night only performance up in Bar

Harbor.”

“Maine? Who the fuck gives a comeback performance in Maine? Bar Harbor,

nonetheless. What, is she going to come out on stage riding a moose?” She laughed.

My neck was beginning to ache. I rubbed it. “I guess that’s where she lives. It’s a benefit

of sorts.”

“So are you going to take the train or bus your ass up here to see her?”

By here Julia was referring to New England, where we had both grown up.

“You wanna go?” I asked.

“You mean will I go?” Julia wasn’t a huge fan of divas like I was, but she knew I had no

one else to go with and wouldn’t travel alone.

“C’mon, you like her,” I said. “You even said her rendition of that Barry Manilow song

was better than his.”

“Is that the song she sang when she shit herself on stage?”

“Whatever,” I said and tossed the remote onto the seat cushion next to me. Julia was

referring, of course, to Carolyn’s fairly well-publicized stage fright. Carolyn had suffered a

particularly bad spell several years back and, well, embarrassed herself on live television. It was

pretty sad. Julia thought it was funny.

I turned as an ambulance’s siren rang out from the street below, followed by a blare from

its horn. I hated the sound of ambulances. I got up to shut the window as it took a turn down

Charleston Place.

“Five floors up and it sounds like the cops are right next door,” she said. “I don’t know

how you can stand living in New York City.”

“It was an ambulance and I’m in Brooklyn.”

“Whatever.”

I looked at the wall clock, a gift I bought myself. It had logos from nearly all the big

Broadway shows over the past two years. “Shit. It’s almost time for America’s Got Divas and I

haven’t even set the DVR.”

“Alright, I’ll let you go. Besides, I should check the dryer.” She was at our old Starbucks

across from the Laundromat. “Oh and how are you going to come up with the money to buy

tickets for this reclusive diva? Didn’t you just get done telling me you’ve already spent this

week’s and next week’s unemployment check?”

I didn’t want to get into it. “Javier,” I said. “This week, he’s finally going to pay me the

money he owes me.”

“Oh, God. Not Javier.” I knew her well enough to know that she was probably rolling her

eyes as she said it.

“Shut up,” I said, with no real force behind it. Julia could be such a bitch. She was always

reminding me of the things I did wrong, which were plenty, and the things I should be doing to

better myself, which, quite honestly, were spilling out of my inbox.

I didn’t want to be reminded of the humiliating experience I had had with Javier, the

bagger at the Good Barn, my former place of employment. In short, he got me fired. “He’s

getting money from his student loan,” I said. “He is going to pay me back on Wednesday.”

“We’ll see about that. Didn’t I tell you not to give him that money? Didn’t I tell you

you’d probably never see it again? But no,” she said, holding onto the vowel a bit longer than

necessary. “You still went off and gave it to him after giving him a BJ in the beer cooler behind

Produce. He’s going to ruin your wholesome, good-natured reputation.”

 

Tim on Broadway: Season One
The Complete First Season
Books 1-5
Rick Bettencourt
Genres: New adult, gay fiction, LGBT,
humor, paranormal,
show business,
personal growth,
M/M Romance
Publisher: Bettencourt Concepts
and Beaten Track Publishing
ISBN: 978 1 909192 86 7
ASIN: B00M4N1L9K
Number of pages: 268
Word Count: 75,000
Book Description:
Carolyn Sohier, the Greta Garbo of divas, is giving a once in a lifetime concert that Tim can’t afford to attend. Tim—an overweight, twenty-something virgin—regrets lending the hunky bag boy at the grocery store money that could have bought him a ticket. Tim needs to call in his debts, but money isn’t the only thing holding him back.
The first time Tim met Javier, he was blown away by the attention. He didn’t often—actually ever—get a guy, let alone a hot one, pay attention to him. The problem, Javier is straight; yet he gives Tim mixed messages. Tim can’t get Javier off his mind, unless he is pursuing his love for theater—or talking with his best friend, Julia, about the “unattainable” crushes they share on some of the guys back home.
With the Carolyn Sohier concert fasting approaching, Tim struggles to get tickets. If he hadn’t lent Javier the money to, well, have his way with him in the beer cooler at the store they worked at together, maybe Tim wouldn’t have lost his job, and would be able to see Carolyn perform. But Tim’s learned his lesson from all this…or so he thinks.
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About the Author:
Rick Bettencourt is the author of Tim on Broadway, Painting with Wine and Not Sure Boys. He lives with his husband and their little dog, Bandit, in the Sarasota area of Florida. Rick originally hails from Boston’s North Shore where he learned to speak without pronouncing the letter “r”— and say things like “tonic” when he wanted a Coke, or “bubbler” when getting a drink from the park’s water fountain.
A few years ago, Rick was adopted by a Cairn Terrier named Bandit. Recently, Bandit moved Rick, and his husband of several years, to Florida to escape the New England winters and avoid being engulfed by snow drifts when going about their business.
When Rick is not being walked around the block by Bandit, he might be found working on a story about an underdog character triumphing over adversity. Or you might catch Rick watching The Walking Dead or Once Upon a Time, reading something like Running with Scissors or some personal development book, or writing to a group of folks on his mailing list.
In addition, Rick enjoys theater, art, old postcards, and amusement parks. He also loves to hear from his readers.
You can follow Rick on Twitter @rbettenc or subscribe to his mailing list at www.rickbettencourt.com
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Sep 182014
 
Excerpt:

Ethan hid in a dark doorway, panting, while he considered his options.

No way Caulb and his felons in training would give up once they figured out he

outsmarted them. Shouts echoing in the cavernous hallway alerted him. Danger

was closer than he’d thought. Great. Weren’t schools supposed to be crawling with

staff members looking out for the welfare of the students? Yeah, right. Too bad,

he’d left his cell phone in Leah’s car. Not that it would have done him much good

since the school used a dampener to keep students from texting in class.

If high schools were a theme park, then tenth grade was the roller coaster. It

started uneventfully. The most stressful part had been fending off all the helpful

staff members, who wanted to redirect him to the middle school, assuming, since

he was shorter than a good portion of the girls, he wasn’t old enough for high

school.

The voices veered off to the left, down the science corridor. A window of

opportunity opened up. Ethan shot up the hallway to the gym, where the wrestling

team practiced earlier. His father had nagged him to try out for the wrestling team.

Even the coach asked him to give it a go, because they needed someone in his

weight class. Most of his matches would forfeit due to not having anyone in his

class or he’d end up wrestling a girl, the coach said. No thanks. He already had

enough things to be teased about.

The dimly lit hallway stretched as if it were endless. Maybe this was a

dream and he’d wake up soon. Caulb’s voice filtered down the hallway. His bass

timber was menacing enough without the eerie quality of it bouncing off the

metal lockers and taking on an almost mechanical quality. Caulb was a deadly

droid, on the mission of annihilating anyone who didn’t conform to his standards.

Unfortunately, no tip sheet existed to specify what his standards were. All Ethan

knew was, he didn’t meet them.

The gym doors came into view. Sanctuary. He swung the door open with

a gasp, unsure what he was going to say. All he had to do was stick close to the

coach. Maybe he could say he needed to use the phone to call home. His eyes

darted around the empty gym. Where was everyone? An image of the wrestlers in

their spandex suits came to mind. They were dressed in their team apparel when

he’d seen them earlier, which meant they were probably at an away meet, and why

no one was in the gym. The lights illuminated the wooden floor and abandoned

mats.

He took a few steps into the gym, stopped, and turned slowly, seeing no

sign of following bullies, or an almost friend who stabbed him in the back. His lips

pulled down into a frown, remembering the different expectations he’d had for the

night, much different.

 

Declaration
Pagan Eyes
Book Three
Rayna Noire
Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Sleeping Dragon Press
Date of Publication: August 2014
ISBN-13: 978-0692254363
ISBN-10: 0692254366
ASIN:
Number of pages: 241
Word Count: 75,156
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
Book Description:
Ethan finds himself trapped between the world he knows and the world that could be. A sadistic bully, an unsympathetic principal, and an unreachable love interest make high school difficult for Ethan. He feels like he’s living a lie, trying to blend in at school in an effort to keep his head attached to his body.
The support his Wiccan family provides is negated by fear of not being the son his father wants. An impromptu trip into the future saves him from an enraged bully while instilling doubts about where he really belongs. Somehow, he has to find a way to survive in his own world tossing aside his mask and doubts.
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Keywords: Paranormal, Young Adult, Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Coming of Age, Wiccan, Pagan Eyes Series
 
About the Author:
Rayna Noire is an author and a historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original fear of witches led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in magick in some form up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible could happen and often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire taps into this dimension, shapes it into stories about Pagan families who really aren’t that different from most people. They do go on the occasional time travel adventures and magick happens.

 

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Sep 182014
 
 
~ PROLOGUE ~

The assassination changed everything.

On the day Crown Princess Chandrea Averill was born, the

entire Kingdom of Averill celebrated. The streets of Cellia, her

capital city, were overflowing with people honoring the birth of

the new heir. Food and drink were plentiful and the mood of those

gathered was joyous. Songs and laughter echoed gaily off the walls

of the great stone buildings.

Those in the know speculated on what powers the crown

princess would eventually develop, as no female born of the

queen’s lineage ever had the same powers as those who came

before her. The form and strength of the magic varied from female

to female, but – without fail – magic was present in some form.

The merrymaking went on for hours into the night, and all at

the Llireva Palace celebrated. Wrinkled old men sat in the corners,

smoking their pipes and spinning grand and fanciful tales of the

Averill family. Small children gathered at their feet, listening

raptly to tales of magic and bravery. Gaily dressed dancers spun

and swirled as the eager audience clapped to the rhythm. Jewels

glittered and gleamed in the warm candlelight as they moved,

dazzling the eye.

As the night eased into the early morning hours, those who

should’ve retired long ago still remained. Sleepy-eyed and

=yawning, they nevertheless continued with the celebration even

as the moon set on the horizon and dawn approached. Drinks

were handed out generously, and drunken, happy people roamed

the palace. Staggering about, their laughter filled the hallways of

the grand palace. Guards became lackadaisical about their duties,

laughing and drinking with their friends as they came wandering

This made the attack on the Llireva Palace and those inside

exceedingly simple.

The assault was ruthlessly calculated and seamless. Having

been there for hours, posing as drunken guests, the invaders easily

overtook and dispatched the inebriated guards. Thousands of the

enemy swarmed over the palace, slaughtering all in sight, whether

guest or staff. Swords and knives flashed in the candlelight, and

terror-filled screams filled the warm night air.

Taken completely by surprise, the guests and staff were easily

overcome. Some tried to fight back, but were ruthlessly cut down

where they stood. Stepping carelessly over the bloodied bodies

of the dead, hard-faced officers ordered their men to look for

the king, queen, and the newly-born crown princess. The enemy

soldiers scattered, each keen to be the one to find the royal family

and draw first blood.

One loyal servant – Adelaide – was tasked with caring for the

new crown princess while the queen recovered. Like the queen,

Adelaide was a powerful sorceress, and served in the capacity of

royal advisor and friend to the queen.

After giving birth, the queen had been exhausted and was

resting peacefully in her chambers, while the king attended to her.

Princess Chandrea was in the nursery, being cared for by Adelaide.

So, when the assassination of the king and queen occurred, the

princess was nowhere to be found. Enemy soldiers then spread out

in search of the newborn.

Unknown to the intruders, in the days prior to her birth,

protective spell webs had been cast by Adelaide and the queen

in the hallways of the family wing. These spells prevented

unauthorized access to the nursery by causing an agonizing death.

The magic also alerted the creator of the spells of anyone entering

the space. Unfortunately, the queen had been too wearied and

depleted from giving birth to act upon the warnings that had been

sent by her spells, and thus, she and the king soon perished. But

Adelaide was not at such a disadvantage. As the assailants crossed

her protective spells, she was alerted immediately by their piercing

screams as the magic seared the flesh from their bones.

Adelaide quickly picked up the baby, and with an urgently

muttered spell, opened a hidden passageway known only by the

royal family and their most trusted advisors. Slipping out of the

nursery, she turned and sealed the door with a wave of her hand,

eliminating any chance that any marauders lucky enough to have

a sorceress strong enough to penetrate the defensive spells could

Rushing down the stairs, holding the princess close to her

bosom, she finally reached the bottom. There she entered the back

of a large cave. Moving quickly forward to the front, she found

herself looking out at the dark expanse of the Averill Bay, named

after the royal family who ruled the bordering land. She turned and

gently laid the baby in a small depression in the rock, sat beside

her, and allowed herself to momentarily succumb to her grief and

fear. Adelaide knew that for the invading soldiers to have gotten

as far as her protective shields, they would have had to defeat the

queen first— and she would have been in no condition to fight

Sitting quietly for a few moments to collect herself and her

thoughts, she was able to form a plan of action, and to gather the

resolve for what she knew would be required from her.

Taking a deep breath, she stood and faced the now-orphaned

crown princess lying on the rocks. Adelaide knew without a doubt

that if this tiny child were killed, all hope for Averill, and the

surrounding kingdoms and cities that made up Lyrunia, would

be lost. The freedom and peace they’d known under the reign of

the Averill family and the Triad would make way for a dark and

violent time. Above all else, Princess Chandrea must survive not

only this night, but also grow safely to adulthood so that she could

take her rightful place on the throne.

Raising her hands into the air, Adelaide urgently weaved them

back and forth as she cast her spells. Many hours passed as she

chanted through the night, knowing that in the palace above her,

an intense search for the princess was being conducted, and that

she and the baby could be discovered at any time. Her voice grew

hoarse and her arms weary, but still she labored on, until, finally,

only one more spell needed to be cast.

Sweat-soaked and exhausted, she reached down and picked up

Princess Chandrea. Expecting that this would be the last time she

held this dear, tiny child, Adelaide cuddled her close for a few

moments. Then, looking at the precious little wrinkled face, she

gazed directly into the princess’s eyes, and cast her last spell.

Bright, white light blazed forth from the infant, transforming

the cave into a dazzling, glittering chamber. Princess Chandrea

slowly rose from Adelaide’s hands until she hung suspended in

the air. The soft blanket covering her fell unnoticed to the floor.

Adelaide’s hands moved in harmony with her voice as she chanted

the final spell that would transport the crown princess from Itova—

the world into which she’d been born—to another one. The only

place that she would truly be safe until she reached adulthood and

her powers had fully manifested.

Air swirled madly about the infant and the light grew brighter

and stronger. Then, with the sound of a massive thunderclap and a

final burst of brilliance, the crown princess vanished.



Chandrea:
The Return of the Avatar Queen
Marlene Wynn
Book Description:
Chandrea Averill thinks she’s just like any other normal young woman.  But, on the day of her 23rd birthday, her life changes forever.  Surrounded by magical creatures, dangerous sorcery, and insidious political intrigue,
Chandrea desperately wants to return to Earth and the only life she’s ever known.  But, the longer she stays, the more she realizes that she may be the only one with the power – both magical and political – to save the people of Lyrunia. 
Will she find the courage to remain and fight for her home world?
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About the Author: 
Marlene Wynn is a Utah native – fondly referred to as “Utonian” by a friend.  She transplanted herself in 1992 from the majestic Rocky Mountains to the beachy shores of sunny Virginia Beach, Virginia and has been there ever since.  Though she has worked in the benefits field for several years, she finally worked up the courage to chase her dream as an author.

 

 

 

Sep 182014
 

 

 

Dreams of a Wild Heat

The Dreamwalkers
Book Three
Danube Adele
Book Description:
Dr. Cecilia—Ceci— Bradford at your service.
I dance, rock climb, and have mastered MMA, because just being a twenty-six-year-old doctor isn’t enough. It doesn’t keep me from remembering the terrifying night my life changed, the night my true love died. I was nearly seventeen. 
Life goes on, but the secret I keep is that I still talk to him in my dreams. That was getting me by until Tabron showed up—or, more specifically, until the six-foot-two brute of a Viking whisked me off to another planet because his leader is dying. And the joy didn’t end there. I’m being forced to choose a mate. The Brausa are facing extinction. 
Tabron has no need for a mate, himself, and he’s told me as much. Multiple times. What he does have are hands and wicked lips that stir feelings I thought lost forever. Choosing him (just to play along until I can find a way home) seems to irk him and I find this surprisingly fun. But surviving a hidden conspiracy and the dangers of this alien place might be more difficult than I could ever imagine…
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About the Author:
Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.
Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took.
Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.
Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series, was released January 6, 2014, and Dreams of a Dark Summer, Book 2 of the Dreamwalker series, is set for release June 9, 2014. The  next book in the Dreamwalker series is set to come out in December, 2014.
Sep 172014
 
Jo Grafford, romance author

Lost Colony Series – classic historical romance

I am excited to announce the release of Trail of Crosses, book two in the

Lost Colony Series! This series is based on real people, real events, and real

archeological digs that are ongoing today. I wrote it to reveal the rest of the story

of the Lost Colonists from Roanoke Island – one of the world’s most intriguing

unsolved mysteries.

Book one Breaking Ties unravels an ancient conspiracy during a trans-Atlantic

voyage plagued with trouble from day one. ROSE PAYNE the ship clerk is simply

trying to outrun a broken heart. Instead, she runs straight into danger – pirates,

plundering, and unexpected love with the most unlikely man.

But the story doesn’t stop there. Hang on to your scalp! Book two Trail of

Crosses picks up where Breaking Ties leaves off. Narrated by one of Rose’s

best friends JANE MANNERING the huntress, we plunge into a story of teeth-
grinding survival where Jane leads a rescue mission in search of twenty-four

missing fellow colonists. Unfortunately, the wilderness is crawling with hostiles,

and cruelty and deception are the name of the game between tribes. Alas, there

is one legendary warrior Jane is not so sure she wants to keep at arm’s length.

Book three Into the Main will be completed before year-end and published

in 2015. This is the story of AGNES WOOD, the apothecary – a woman who

crossed the ocean to keep one big, dark secret. Her journey contains a surprise

romantic twist (that I promise you didn’t see coming in books one and two) and

will round out the series by answering the questions: What ultimately happened

to these amazing, heroic colonists? And why did it all remain a secret for so

Just for kicks…I couldn’t resist participating in a sweet romance anthology to be

published on or around October 15. Watch my website at www.JoGrafford.com

for release details for a short story called Viking for Hire. Don’t you just love

historical heroes? Vikings are surely some of the hottest, most romantic ones

(in my opinion, at least). The anthology is titled AUTUMN’S KISS: 10 SWEET

CONTEMPORARY AND HISTORICAL ROMANCES.

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fabulous swag. Thank you for visiting Lisa’s World of Books today. Happy Fall,

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Breaking Ties
Lost Colony Series
Book One
Jo Grafford
 
Genre: historical romance
 
Publisher: Astraea Press
 
Date of Publication: October 16, 2013
 
ISBN: 978-1-62135-219-8
ASIN: B00FYIYM7A
 
Number of pages: 404
Word Count: 121,390
Cover Artist: Mande Matthews
 
Book Description:
 
Intelligent and well ahead of her times, ROSE PAYNE’S world is shattered after a secret betrothal to the duke’s son costs her job as a clerk in his father’s household. Without a letter of recommendation, she becomes an easy target for recruiters to the Colonies. Desperate for work, she signs up for a risky overseas venture and sails for the New World, vowing never again fall for a wealthy gentleman.
 
Returning from a diplomatic tour in London, CHIEF MANTEO is bewitched by the elusive, fiery-haired ship clerk and determined to overcome her distrust. He contrives a daring plan to win her heart – a plan he prays will protect her from a chilling conspiracy involving murder, blood money, and a betrayal of their fledgling colony so terrifying it can only be revealed in BREAKING TIES.
 
Special Note: BREAKING TIES is the never-before-told rest of the story of the Lost Colony.
 
 


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Trail of Crosses

Lost Colony Series
Book Two
Jo Grafford
 
Genre: historical romance
Publisher: Astraea Press
Word Count: 112,300
Cover Artist: Mande Matthews
Book Description:
Jane Mannering can shoot a rifle
and handle a knife as well as any Englishman. However, she is no match for the
red-painted warriors who ambush her section of a Colonial caravan the moment she
and her comrades reach the shores of Virginia.
Jane plots their escape during a
forced march inland, leaving a trail of maltese crosses carved on the trees –
their pre-agreed upon signal of distress. All the while, she fumes over what
interest their captors could possibly have in a twenty-three-year-old spinster
and a rugged band of brick masons, sawyers, and farmers.
When the ruthless Chief Wanchese
intercepts them at the crossroads of the Great Trading Path, Jane is shaken to
discover their greatest enemy plans to keep her for himself. It’s a pity he’s
the only man on two continents who’s ever stirred her heart. Alas, she has an
entire colony to save, and capturing his attentions is not part of their escape
plan.
Special
Note: The Lost Colony Seires is the never-before-told rest of the story of the
Lost Colony on Roanoke Island.

 

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About the Author:
Jo is a mega reader of all genres and loves to indulge in marathon showings of Big Bang Theory, NCIS, and Castle. Her favorite books are rich in Colonial and Elizabethan history, romance, strong women, alpha males, Native Americans, and creatures from the paranormal – an occasional dragon, vampire, or time traveler.
From St. Louis, Missouri, Jo moves a lot with her soldier husband. She has lived in the Midwest, the deep South, and now resides in Bavaria. Jo holds an M.B.A. and has served as a banker, college finance instructor, and high school business teacher. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, From the Heart Romance Writers RWA Chapter, and the Writers Group of Ansbach/Katterbach/Illesheim.
Twitter: @jografford
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Sep 172014
 
Excerpt:

“I think pink is your color. It looks great against your dark hair.” Reaching past her

shoulder, he curled a strand of her hair between his fingers and tugged gently before letting it fall

onto her shoulder.

Meeting his gaze, she smiled. “Thanks.” Michelle wasn’t used to compliments. It’d been

her goal to fade into the crowd and not to call attention to herself. But her self-imposed rules

seemed to float away around Hunter McAvery.

Returning her smile, he continued the lesson. “After you slide your hands into the

opening, you’ll wind the long strap around your fingers and wrist like this.” Holding her fingers

in his hand, he wound the dangling strap around her palm and over her knuckles. “You want to

protect the part of your hand that meets the bag.”

He stepped closer as he slipped the strap around the base of her thumb. When he brushed

his fingertips against the sensitive area just below the fleshy part of her palm, a shiver shot up

her arm and traveled to her belly. His warm breath ghosted her face as he circled the end of the

strap around her wrist and secured the Velcro tab. Before she knew it, strong fingers captured

her left hand and guided her arm to the warmth between their bodies. She itched to graze her

fingers along his muscled chest, capturing his heat with her palm. Her gaze bounced to his neck

and stubbled jaw, which clenched as he slid the other wrap over her hand. Slowly wrapping her

other wrist, he secured the strap and held both of her gloved hands in his. “Make a fist,” he said

huskily.

Tightening her hands into a ball, she tucked her thumb around the outside of her fingers

like he showed her at the gym.

He squeezed her fists. “They look good. You’re a badass.”

Michelle snorted. “A badass in pink.”

“Let’s see what you got. Show me some upper cuts. Right here.” He tapped his abs.

“You want me to hit you?” She giggled.

“Sure. I can take it.”

Turning her palms up, she made a fist and alternated soft punches to his belly. His rock-
hard belly. Each strike made her aware of how alive he made her feel. The force of impact sent

ripples up his tight shirt, awakening the planes of his muscular form. She gulped back the desire

to open her fists and run her fingertips along the line of each thick muscle.

His hands came to rest on her forearms, halting her movement. The pads of his thumbs

stroked the sensitive skin near the inside of her elbow causing a delicious shiver up her arm.

Michelle’s eyes met his. The fire brewing in his darkened gaze drew her in. Hunter stepped

between her legs, nudging her back against the wall next to the mural. She closed her eyes and

choked back a groan, wanting—no, needing—to grind her heat on his leg. Raising her arms

above her, he pinned them against the wall on either side of her head. His scent flooded her

senses as she lifted her chin to close the gap between them.

“I’m trying like hell not to kiss you.” Hunter straightened his back but didn’t loosen his

grip on her arms.

Her skin prickled from the nearness of his body. She let her gaze drift to his lips. “Why?”

she whispered.

He blew a slow breath between his teeth. “Nothing good would come of it. I’m not

capable of giving or feeling… or offering anything much to you.” He shook his head but he

didn’t move from her body.

“I don’t believe that.” Michelle wriggled her arms from his grasp. Her fingertips lingered

on his corded forearms, which flexed under her touch. Easing a trail toward his shoulders, her

fingers reminded her of a paintbrush’s first dab of color on a fresh canvas. She’d always believed

each canvas had a personality of its own, and it was the symphony of the brush, artist, and

canvas that created the work of art. She wanted to explore the blank canvas of Hunter McAvery.

She studied his arms, still caging her in. Protecting her. Wanting her. Her eyes met his

gaze. He stared at her, unmoving, but a spark burned in his eyes. She held her breath, afraid to

break his trance. Her palms smoothed over his shoulders and down his chest, stopping at the

center of his ribs. Pushing into the muscles of his chest, she felt the strong beat of his heart on

her fingers. “Kiss me, Hunter.” Raising her eyebrows, she dared to look him in the eyes, almost

afraid of what she’d see.

“You don’t understand. You’re too… good.” He averted his gaze.

“Maybe you should let me decide what’s good for me.” She moved closer, his breath

burned hot on her face, and he squeezed his eyes closed.

“Michelle….”

Her hands traveled up his chest and rested on the bulk of his strong shoulders. Pulling

him in, her breasts molded into his chest and, finally, he crashed his lips down on hers. She met

every stroke of his tongue as her fingers raked through the ends of his hair. Moaning into his

mouth, she straddled his muscular thigh as warmth flooded her sex. She’d never felt more alive.

His hand grazed her cheek before taking her chin between his thumb and index finger and

pulling away from their kiss. He tipped his forehead to hers, his raspy breath hot on her mouth.

“Shit.”

Michelle widened her eyes. “What?” she whispered.

“You. Me. This just can’t happen. Not now. Not like this.”


Colors of Us
McAvery Brothers
Book One
Sandra Bunino
Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Number of pages: 240
Word Count: 62,000



ISBN: 9781771309783

ASIN: B00MwFP98E

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Book Description:
Everything she knew to be true fell apart. Then fell apart again…
Michelle Willis is running from her past. What better place to hide than in the anonymity of New York City. Finding refuge in a tiny SoHo art gallery, she rebuilds her life one painting at a time.
A wrong turn sends Hunter McAvery on a crash course with disaster. He fights his own demons by following his big brother’s lead – drinking and bed-hopping his way through Manhattan.
A glance at Michelle’s self-portrait triggers emotions Hunter can’t tamp down. Driven to meet the artist, he discovers a fiery chemistry as their lives collide. But when their past threatens to tear them apart, can their love survive?
 
About the Author:
Sandra Bunino is a romance author of several novellas including The Satin Rose Experience series. Her first full-length novel, Colors of Us from the McAvery Brothers series, released in August. She makes her parents proud by putting her MBA degree to good use dreaming up heroes who resemble David Gandy whenever possible. When not staying up past her bedtime torturing her oh-so-sexy heroes, she can be found shopping for shoes or saving turtles.



As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and her new addiction, Pinterest. Sandra loves to read and chat with other readers, so she formed the Bunino’s Bookalicious Babes group on Facebook where they currently share their love of Jamie Fraser from Outlanders…and David Gandy, of course.

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Tainted Blood

Hell’s Belle Series
Book 2
Karen Greco
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: Oct. 20, 2014
ISBN: ISBN-13:978-1500844448
ISBN-10:1500844446
ASIN: TBD
Number of pages: 582
Word Count: 95,704
Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig Design Inc.
Book Description:
After surviving a vampire assassin (not to mention an awkward affair with a hot FBI agent that ended worse than she could have imagined), witch/vampire hybrid Nina Martinez is reunited with the full Blood Ops team in Providence, Rhode Island. Her Aunt Babe is tutoring her in all things witchcraft, and her vampire partner Frankie is enjoying the benefits of daywalking, courtesy of a demon spell.
When a segment of the Rhode Island vampire population is marked for death by a tainted blood supply, Nina and her team race to find Patient Zero before the local vampire population is wiped out. But when a demon infestation threatens to take control of the city, Nina must join forces with newly elected mayor—and closet demon— Ami Bertrand before the city falls into ruin.
Filled with fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat action, Nina and her group of supernatural misfits battle a surprising new enemy that threatens their very existence.
No wonder she still can’t get a date.
From Amazon.com best-selling author Karen Greco, Tainted Blood is the second book in the critically acclaimed Hell’s Belle urban fantasy series.


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A Hell’s Belle Prequel
Short Story
Karen Greco
Book Description:
Frankie and Nina head to New York City for an early Blood Ops mission.
Guess what they fish out of the Gowanus Canal?

 

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About the Author:
Karen Greco has spent close to twenty years in New York City, working in publicity and marketing for the entertainment industry. Originally from Rhode Island (she loves hot wieners from New York System, but can’t stand coffee milk), she studied playwriting in college (and won an award or two).
After not writing plays for a long time, a life-long obsession with exorcists and Dracula drew her to urban fantasy, where she can decapitate characters with impunity.
Her first novel, Hell’s Belle, was released in 2013. Tainted Blood is the second book in the best-selling Hell’s Belle urban fantasy series.

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Excerpt Chapter One- Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

Watching the man you love suck face with a gorgeous woman is not the best way to start a birthday. Welcome to my world.

He sits at a back booth, lips and every other body part pressed against that succubus, appearing to love every second and caress, the rat bastard. And how can he not be? The evil slut queen of doom has everything I don’t. Long, straight hay-colored hair, big blue eyes, big breasts, long lean legs, tight body all encased in a skintight black dress clinging to her perfect curves that only a plastic surgeon could ever recreate on me. I’ve envied women like her all my life, and now that succubus has my future husband in her enticing clutches. Literally. An actual succubus is clutching his soft brown hair and kissing him as if her life depended on it. Which I guess it does—as she feeds off sexual energy to live—but still. Does he have to frigging enjoy the whole experience so much?

Howdy. The jealous, insecure, emotional wreck before you is Special Agent Beatrice Alexander of the covert branch of the FBI known to the underworld as the F.R.E.A.K.S. We fight the monsters under your bed: the vampires, the ghosts, and the soon to be decapitated succubi of the world. Those terrors in horror movies? Real. Trolls, zombies, even giant snakes. Killed them all so the citizens of America can go about their normal lives. Why am I so lucky? Because technically I’m one of them. I can move anything with my mind. It’s called tele or psychokinesis. I can carry in groceries or stop hearts without lifting a finger. And let me say doing the latter is mighty tempting right about now.

The man having his tonsils examined by the succubus is my teammate Special Agent Will Price. He’s technically a monster too, at least once a month. He’s a werewolf, not that I hold that against him. After all us freaks can’t help who or what we are. We’re actually a lot like everyone else. Though Will did literally eat my last boyfriend. The psycho was trying to kill me at the time, so I gave Will a pass on that. But this…

Will shifts in his seat to get closer to her. They haven’t broken apart in over forty-seven seconds. Forty-seven! He’s kissed her longer than he’s ever kissed me all three times combined. I don’t care that she’s more or less bewitched him. I don’t care that it’s all for a case. My hands ball into fists, fingers digging so deep in my own flesh it hurts. A cool hand touches mine. I look away from this nauseating PDA toward the hand’s owner. My friend, the delectable Oliver Montrose gazes at me, his gray eyes warning me not to put into action what I’ve been contemplating. Namely storming over there and cold cocking that female dog with the butt of my Glock. Though she so deserves it. In Virginia Beach alone she’s been linked to two deaths. Two young seamen were found naked and dead in their own beds of apparent heart attacks after going home from a club with a hot blonde. Who knows how many others she’s sucked dry over the years?

For those not in the monster killer business, a succubus is a woman who Hoovers up the life-force from her lovers, much like a vampire feeds off blood. Now, I don’t begrudge a life form getting whatever they need to live. I watch Animal Planet. Sometimes it’s kill or be killed. But a succubus doesn’t need to kill anymore than a vampire does. A little can go a long way. Some people are just evil. And right now evil has Will in a lip lock.

“Whatever course of action you are contemplating inside that beautiful head of yours, I suggest you forget it post haste,” my vampire friend warns. His hand remains heavy on mine, a reminder about restraint. We don’t want to blow our cover. While Will plays doctor, Oliver and I sit at the bar, just another couple enjoying the Virginia nightlife. A few stools down, Agents Rushmore and Wolfe, in their chic Ralph Lauren polo shirts and buzz cuts, nurse ginger ales, and keep their eyes locked on the same booth. Chandler is lucky enough to be out in the parking lot waiting for the signal to take her down. Darn you, innocent bystanders. Darn you.

Lord, I hate clubs. They’re loud, crowded, expensive, and filled with hormone crazed men and women with no sense of shame or decorum. I’ve lost count of how many strange crotches have rubbed up against my backside while “dancing.” I’d only been a handful of times before I joined the F.R.E.A.K.S., and now it seems as if I live in one. Why preternaturals feel so at home in these places is beyond me. I guess to them it’s nothing but a smorgasbord. Easy pickings. Everyone’s mind is so filled with sex and booze they forget basics like safety and common sense. And now Will has joined their ranks.

“I wasn’t contemplating anything,” I snap, downing my screwdriver. “I’m not bothered by them. Not a bit. It’s work. We’re working. Another drink, please! Now! Now!”

“That is not a wise idea, my dear.”

“Wise is so overrated,” I mutter.

I glance back at the couple. Still making out, still…oh, no she isn’t! Her graceful hand slides up Will’s thigh, resting on the bulge in his pants. At first she just traces the outline with her fingertip, and then rubs against him with her whole harlot hand. He doesn’t push it away.

Rage boils over. Involuntarily I leap up, every inch of me tense and ready to rip her shining hair out at the roots. Before I’m totally upright, a hand on my shoulder presses me back into my seat. “No.”

“But she—”

“No,” Oliver says as if I’m an ill-behaved dog.

“But he—”

“No.”

Torture. This is nothing more than torture. This is worse than the time I was actually physically tortured. At least that ends. Bones heal. This will be seared into my brain for years to come. I could kill her, just pop a vein in her brain or squeeze her heart until it stops. But I reign in the homicidal part of my nature, instead gazing at my ridiculously handsome friend in an effort to calm me the frak down.

I don’t normally act like this. I’m a good, sane person. Or at least I was until I fell in love with a man who refuses to acknowledge he loves me back. He does. I mean, I’m eighty percent sure he does. The man all but said he did, and his kisses shouted it from the rooftops. He just won’t give in. Won’t let himself admit it because apparently I make him nuts. I cloud his judgment. Of course my worst offense is I give him hope. But to a control freak who watched his wife get eaten by a werewolf, these are apparently bad things. I’m in love with an idiot.

And absence did not make the heart grow fonder, at least in his case. Me, I was watching Beauty and the Beast with my goddaughter and burst into hysterical tears at the end when Belle saves the beast. Will has fared better in the past two months. I had to remain in San Diego longer than expected because of my elbow. I broke it while I ran from a crazed cop hopped up on troll blood. Long story. Ended with previously mentioned psycho ex-boyfriend being eaten by the current object of my affection. I needed surgery to repair the damage, then it healed wrong and I had a month and a half of physical therapy before I was cleared for duty. I got back two weeks ago. So I was stuck in San Diego with nothing to do but watch sappy movies and think about Will.

He returned only one of my ten phone calls, and then just asked after my health and family. I could tell he couldn’t wait to get off the phone. And since I’ve been back, well this is the longest he’s been in the same room with me. I walk in, he walks out. When we’re working, I’m either assigned to a different team or barely acknowledged. If he didn’t blush every time he looked at me, I’d be put off. But I’m no quitter. I love him, and per the songs, that can conquer all, including the neuroses of a bull-headed werewolf. I’m banking my heart on it.

“You must calm yourself,” Oliver orders. “You are acting as wretchedly as he usually does. If you recall, this was your plan.”

“Yeah, but you were supposed to be bait. Or one of the other guys. Not him.”

“A succubus feeds off living energy, which I am lacking and werewolves possess in abundance.”

“Yes, and thank you for pointing that out in the meeting. Why didn’t you just wrap him in a bow for her while you were at it? Whose side are you on, anyway?”

“The victims’,” he says. Fudge. Now I feel like a total jerk. “It is our job to keep predators off the street the quickest and safest way possible. And occasionally that requires sacrifice.” He glances back at Will, and Grin Number Two, with the tips of his fangs, forms. “Though I doubt William minds playing the martyr at this moment.”

I have to look again. Great, not only is she feeling him up, but he’s returning the favor, kneading her breast with his strong hand. Can she feel those rough calluses? Does she even care how he got them? Years of rowing on the Potomac River, that’s how. And yet she gets to second base with him before I do. “This is hell. I am in hell.”

“I do not know why you are distressing yourself over that man. I really do not. He has not showed you the slightest regard since your return. Or prior to that while you convalesced. He made his position abundantly clear.”

“You don’t understand,” I sigh.  They pull apart for air, and she says something that makes him smile. He usually never smiles, except for me. She’s even stolen that from me.

“Understand what, Trixie?”

Will caresses her face and dives in for more. “Some things are worth fighting for. They make no rhyme or reason to anyone but you, but you just know. It’s outside logic, it’s outside reason, it’s just something you sense in your very core. And if you don’t listen to it, if you allow it to slip through your fingers, then you spend the rest of your life regretting it. You spend the rest of your life an empty shell. If that’s not worth a whole damn war, let alone a fight or two, I don’t know what is.”

Will moves his lips down the succubus’ neck, and I turn back to Oliver, who studies me with a mix of sadness and anger that takes away only a fraction of his exquisiteness. I can safely say he is the most physically handsome man I’ve ever seen. Pale skin, lush red lips, cleft chin, wavy shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights, and straight nose all in perfect proportion. The impossible balance of masculine and feminine. The only other man who holds a candle to him in the looks department is the Lord of San Diego, and even Connor doesn’t come close to this level of perfection. Not outside and certainly not inside. No one does. “You are…” he touches my face with his ice cold fingertips, “such a fool.”

 

High Moon
The F.R.E.A.K.S. Squad Investigation Series
Book Four
Jennifer Harlow
Genre: Urban Fantasy/PNR/
Paranormal Mystery                 
Publisher: Devil on the Left Books
Date of Publication: 9/16/14
ISBN: 978-0-9893944-6-8
ASIN:
Number of pages: 296
Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist: Jennifer Harlow
Book Description:
CLASSIFIED: A F.R.E.A.K.S. LOVE STORY
Telekinetic Special Agent Beatrice Alexander has fought a horde of zombies, psychotic vampires, even a troll. But now she faces her greatest challenge: love.
Fully recovered from her holiday from hell, Bea has returned to the F.R.E.A.K.S. with a mission, to gain the love of her werewolf team mate, Will Price.
Of course nothing is ever easy when it comes to love and war. And when the killing fields of a pack of murderous werewolves is discovered in the wilds of North Carolina, the situation goes from complicated to deadly.
Because though Bea always seems to get her man or beast in the end, this time she does not know if she will survive with her love intact. Or her life…

 
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About the Author:
Jennifer Harlow spent her restless childhood fighting with her three brothers and scaring the heck out of herself with horror movies and books. She grew up to earn a degree at the University of Virginia which she put to use as a radio DJ, crisis hotline volunteer, bookseller, lab assistant, wedding coordinator, and government investigator.
Currently she calls Northern Virginia home but that restless itch is ever present. In her free time, she continues to scare the beejepers out of herself watching scary movies and opening her credit card bills.
She is the author of the Amazon best-selling F.R.E.A.K.S. Squad, Midnight Magic Mystery series, The Galilee Falls Trilogy, and the steampunk romance Verity Hart Vs The Vampyres. For the soundtrack to her books and other goodies visit her at www.jenniferharlowbooks.com

 

 

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Sep 082014
 
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The best debut novel I’ve read in years. Blue is the type of unique, honest, protagonist usually only experienced in Stephen King novels. The Blue Effect was part Fight Club, part X-Men and sucked me in from the very first chapter to the very last word. Powerfully written with a compelling plot and wicked antagonist. Couldn’t ask for anything more – except the sequel! 
–Robert Dugoni, NY Times Best Selling Author – My Sister’s Grave
 
Clearly the time had come for the two of us to have it out. “I may have

thought you were hot when we first met, and you got to listen to the nasty thoughts

in my head, but every time we meet I find it harder to like you. In fact, every time

you open your mouth, you get uglier and uglier. I don’t know if Val was right, and

you really are jealous, but let me make this crystal clear for you. There is no part of

me that wants you.”

His eyes narrowed for a moment, and then, before I could do anything, his

hands shot out and grabbed my shoulders again. He yanked me close to him and I

the heat from his chest burned through my t-shirt. His face was so close to mine I

could feel his hot breath blazing against my cheek when he spoke. “You’re a little

liar,” he hissed. “There is a part of you that likes this,” he shook me a little and I

flushed with rage… and something else. “And goddamn me, there’s a part of me

that likes it too.” He hovered with his face still close to mine and for a moment

I thought he was going to kiss me. My head fell back slightly and my lips parted

involuntarily as I anticipated his invasion.

Then he released me, almost flinging me away from him. I pressed my back

against the wall as I watched him and tried to catch my breath as my traitorous

heart beat so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

“Let me make this crystal clear for you,” he mimicked. “Kasey is like a

brother to me and if you hurt him, you’ll wish you never met me.”

“I already do,” I whispered with sincerity.


The Blue Effect
Renegade Heroes
Book One
Rose Shababy
Genre: Adult Urban Sci-fi/Fantasy
Date of Publication: September 8th, 2014
Cover Artist: Regina Wamba
Book Description:
Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.
When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.
Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.
Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?
 

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About the Author:
Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.
Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider.
Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.
If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.

 

 

 

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Frankie glared at Landry. His neck turned red, but he didn’t say

anything. “How could I live without her? I was addicted to her. Once

you had her in your system, you never wanted her to leave. When I

was away from her, I thought of her constantly. It wasn’t just the sex.

She was the smartest, wittiest woman I’ve ever known. She was the

most interesting and exciting woman I’ve ever met. She was also the

most manipulative woman I’ve ever met. I hated myself for not

throwing her out, but I just couldn’t. Love is a horrible thing, and not

poets say.”

“Did she leave a note?” Frankie was trying to develop a timeline.

“I came home around five­thirty, and she didn’t leave a note. I

never believed her notes anyway. You have to understand

something about Lorna. She never admitted she was wrong about

anything, and she never apologized. She could convince herself in a

minute that anything she said was true. Lorna once left me a note that

she was going shopping with a girl friend. That friend called later and

didn’t know anything about the shopping. I told my wife I knew she

lied to me, and she became furious that I didn’t believe her. I’m sure

she totally believed that she was right and I was wrong. I think the

shrinks call someone like that a sociopath.” “We’ll need your statement.

Frankie said.

Marco looked up. His eyes glistened from his tears. “It’s probably

a long list. As I told you, Detective, she didn’t play by the same rules

as everyone else.”

“Let’s start with the names of people you know had reason to

dislike her,” Frankie said.



Silent Partner
Stan Schatt
Genre:  Paranormal Mystery
Publisher:  Pen-L Publishing
ISBN:   978-1-940222-45-4
Number of pages: 239
Word Count: 60,000
Cover Artist: Kelsey Rice
Book Trailer:  None
Book Description:
Detective “Frankie” Ryan tracks a sadistic killer while the press attacks her as a feminist vigilante who takes the law into her own hands. The only one who can help her is a tabloid reporter who can’t decide if he’s a psychic who sees ghosts or is just going insane.
As they search for the killer in a sunny seacoast city’s seamy S&M underside, they begin to question everything they know about sexual identity. How can they find the killer before he strikes again when he defies any description?
Silent Partner is a paranormal mystery, a police procedure novel with a female detective that will remind you of Harry Bosch, a ghost story that suggests what lies beyond death, and a comic look at a tabloid where the “truth” is whatever sells.
 
About the Author:
Stan Schatt grew up in Phoenix, Arizona and now resides in Carlsbad, California. He has written thirty-five books on a wide variety of subjects ranging from fiction to technology.  He is co-author of Journey to a Different Dimension, an Amazon bestseller. He also authored Egypt Rising, a YA novel focusing on a teen’s experience in Egypt at the time of the Egyptian revolution of 2011. This novel contains paranormal elements including a secret buried under the Sphinx. The paranormal mystery Silent Partner is Schatt’s latest novel.
He has led several careers including futurist and executive for many of the world’s leading technology market research firms, police department administrator, autopsy assistant, software trainer, Telecommunications Department Chairman, and English professor. He taught at Tokyo University as a Fulbright exchange professor. His non-fiction includes books on such diverse topics as strategies for changing careers for a green industry job, studies of Michael Connelly and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., network and data communications technology, telecommunications, computer programming.
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