The Love Detective by Angela Dyson

The Love Detective

A Clarry Pennhaligan Mystery

Angela Dyson
Genre: Chick-Lit, Thriller, Women’s,
Contemporary Fiction
Publisher: Matador Books
Publication Date: 28  September 2018
ISBN: 9781789010282
“Pacy, funny and exciting. Cynical yet romantic at heart, Clarry is a girl that you can’t help but like – and root for….” – Independent Reviewer
“He’d thought himself the hunter, that I was easy prey but what he hadn’t bargained for, was contending with a woman who hadn’t eaten a square meal in twenty-four hours. I get mean when I’m hungry.”
Clarry Pennhaligan, low on ambition but high on energy, can’t seem to come up with a proper grown-up plan to kick-start her life. Planning really isn’t her thing. But then she happens upon her true vocation: Snooping.  Discovering other people’s secrets and getting paid for it. What could possibly go wrong? Well……as it turns out, just about everything and soon Clarry finds herself in real danger.
The Love Detective is the first in a series due for release in September 2018. The second book will follow in late spring 2019.
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About the Author:
Angela Dyson ditched her London life and downsized her home to move to the sticks in Surrey, to follow her dream to become a professional author. She loves to write but to pay the bills (Angela soon discovered that utility companies, bank managers and landlords aren’t known for their generosity and understanding natures,) she had to squeeze the writing in with working for a living. Some of the jobs to which she only gave half her attention have included working for a recording studio and a record label, running a building maintenance company where pretty much the only upside was getting to boss a lot of men about all day, doing a bit of plus size modelling (strictly clothes on) and, for one memorable summer, making a living reading palms on a Greek Island.

Operation Earth by Maria Hammarblad

Operation Earth
Maria Hammarblad

Genre: Space Opera Romance
Publisher: Sadowski Media
Date of Publication: August 30, 2018
Originally published by Desert Breeze August 2013
ISBN: 1722281871
ASIN: B07GZ1ZHH7
Number of pages: 192
Word Count: 49282
Cover Artist: Patty Jansen
Tagline: They’re here. Are you ready?
Book Description:
Seven billion people on Earth go about their daily lives, and no one is prepared when a global EMP slows the world to a crawl. Within days alien soldiers line the streets, and life will never be the same. In the midst of chaos, Rachael Hill struggles to adapt to the new order, doing her best to keep herself and her cat alive.
On a ship far above the planet surface, Peter just got his new Earth name, and can’t even remember his identity from the last world he visited. It’s another day on the job, one more planet on a never-ending list. That is, until Rachael bumps into him, dropping exotic objects all around his feet. His culture taught him females should be obeyed and protected, but he never had an urge to leave himself at a woman’s mercy until now.

Excerpt:
The neighbor’s
house mocked her. Were they still watching her, or had they given up? Had they
noticed Peter was no longer around, and if so, what did they make of it?
Rachael probably
kept her eyes as much on them as they did on her, and in less dire
circumstances the situation would have been comical.
Bonbon wanted to
go outside, and she followed the cat into bright morning sunshine.
It’s a fine day.
I wish I had coffee. This would be a good day for having morning coffee on the
porch.
She glanced over
toward Melissa’s house. They had a window open. Interesting. Before she knew
what she was doing, she pulled her hairclip off and tossed it into their yard.
“Oops, I must
have dropped it there that one day I went over to see them. I’d better go get
it.”
Setting foot on
the other side of the hedge seemed dangerous, but she had Peter’s gun tucked in
a pocket, and the hairclip glittered in the grass, close to the open window.
How did she
become so bold?
Walk casually.
How the hell does one walk casually? Do I whistle? No, make as little sound as
possible…
She strolled,
doing her best to look normal. Just an ordinary woman going over to pick up
something ordinary she dropped on an ordinary day.
Seconds later,
she crouched under the window. At first, she couldn’t hear anything, then
Melissa’s voice drifted out.
“I
don’t think this is a good idea.”                
“Of course it
is. We need to show them what we’re made of.”
That was clearly
Ryan. She didn’t know his voice all that well, but the feisty attitude gave him
away.
A third voice
followed. It must be Martin of the tobacco-stained teeth and bad breath.
“It doesn’t
matter what you think, Hon. The missile is ready and will be launched.”
Missile? What
the hell are these people up to? Do they know I’m out here? Did they leave the
window open to see if I’d overhear and tattle, or do they feel safe now when
Peter isn’t around?
Either way,
overthinking wouldn’t do her any good. She strained her ears and heard Melissa
speak again.
“I didn’t think
missiles could go into space.”
“It’s
complicated. I’m worried about the guidance system, we’ve scraped together bits
and pieces, but nothing is as good as it should be,” Martin answered.
Another long
silence followed, and Rachael dried her palms on her clothes, immediately
scolding herself for doing so. Her mom would have had a field day with that
behavior. Maybe they were coming out, and she should hurry to leave.
“You know, the
guy next door, he doesn’t seem so bad.”
Something heavy
fell to the floor and Rachael imagined Ryan’s chair toppling over. His voice
was anything but patient.
“Don’t be such a
goose. Rachael’s just as bad as them and should burn with them. If she chooses
to stand with them, she will. With any luck, that guy is on the ship when we
bomb it and we can talk her back to the right side. If not, well, we’ll just
have to kill him anyway, won’t we?”


About the Author:
Maria Hammarblad is an author and bass player whose fascination with books started early. Before she could read or write, she made her mother staple papers together to resemble books. She drew suns in them and claimed they were “The Sun Book.” They were all about the sun.
The four-year-old also claimed her existence on Earth was a mistake, the result of a horrible mix-up, and that her real family would come to bring her home to her own planet at any time. This didn’t happen, but her fascination with books and other worlds stayed with her. 
Besides novels, she also writes award-winning screenplays, enjoys photography, and works with animal rescue organizations.

Haven by Celia Breslin Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Haven
Tranquilli Bloodline Series

Book One
Celia Breslin


Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance


 

 

Publisher: Champagne Books

 

Date of Publication: July 2, 2013
ISBN:  9781927454473
Number of pages: 372
Word Count: 124K
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey
Book Description:
San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard, plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks her on her twenty-fifth birthday.
Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-lust flares, leaving her wanting more.
With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to have a love life…without getting killed in the process.
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Excerpt Carina and Alexander’s First Date
… My hands roamed from
his chest to his biceps. Smooth and solid, no hint of flab. Want you to wrap
them around my body while you take me from behind. My little fantasy expelled
the air from my lungs in a loud rush. Energy pulsed from my hands, hot and
bubbly. His muscles twitched in response.
“Adrian was amused I’d
followed a girl into the club.” His hands curved around my waist. “Until he
realized it was you. He told me who you were, but he wasn’t happy about it.”
“What did you do then?”
My voice wavered, his touch devastating, distracting.
His grip tightened. “I
left.”
“Why?”
“The law according to
Thomas. Your club is off-limits to all non-humans, except on Sundays. You
yourself are off-limits to all vampires every day. Or you were then, anyway.”
I frowned. “You’re saying
my uncle forbade you to see me?” This was so Romeo and Juliet. I didn’t like
it. That story never ended well.
A hand slid to my back,
pressing possessively. “Yes.”
I rolled my eyes. Thomas,
interfering in my life. Again. “How long did you obey?”
His eyes narrowed. “Too
long. But I sensed your presence after that whenever you were nearby. You spend
a lot of time in my neighborhood after dark.”
“Adrian said the exact
thing to me.” I bit my lip. Oops, now he knew I was talking about him. I felt
myself blush like a crushing teenager.
He grinned at my discomfort.
“You were hard to avoid. So I stopped trying. I showed up at the museum though
I knew Thomas would intercept me. But it was worth it, to have you finally see
me. I had to know.”
Talk time was over. We
stared. And stared. And stared some more.
His smoky blue eyes bled
to black and his power pushed at me, hot and hard, causing a response inside
me, like a rumbling volcano deep in my core. My eyes widened. Was this the
power my family had mentioned? No longer dormant and infinitely more intense than
a little static electricity in my palms.
Alexander crushed his
lips to mine. Need roared through me leaving me breathless with edgy hunger.
My hands burrowed into
his thick, silky hair, holding his head as if he might try to escape. He
growled his approval against my lips, his kiss growing more insistent. His
tongue explored my mouth. He tasted metallic, like the blood he’d consumed.
Again, I found I liked the taste. My tongue danced with his and delved into his
mouth, searching for more penny metal flavor. He groaned and tightened his
embrace.
I thought we’d devour
each other forever, but Alexander stiffened and his head snapped up. His eyes
glinted black as night, wild with lust and…aggression? He bared his teeth in
a snarl, canines morphing into fangs. Long, sharp, lethal.
On instinct, I pushed
against his chest to get some distance between those teeth and my neck. He
ignored me, head whipping around to survey the room. A feral growl erupted from
his throat and he shoved me under the table.
My cries of protest were
drowned out by animalistic roars and breaking furniture. From my spot under the
table, I felt around on the bench for my coat, all the while keeping an eye on
the room. Dark blurs flitted back and forth, pieces of table and chair flew
by…Bingo. My coat. I searched the pocket for my phone. Once in hand, I hit
the button for my boys.
The fighting around me
stopped. The familiar techno ring tone of Mark’s phone broke the sudden
silence. He’s here?
The table above me was
tossed away. Steel hands grabbed my legs and dragged me, face down. I dropped
the phone and flattened my palms on the floor, trying to resist. One hand
bumped into a steak knife and I grabbed it. My assailant flipped me over and
lunged. I aimed for his heart but the knife plunged into his throat. …

 

About the Author:
 
Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for vampires, werewolves, and the Fae. When not writing, you’ll find Celia editing for others, exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.
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