Swords and Stilettos by Kristin D. Van Risseghem


I stumbled into Kieran as a tremor moved through me. Hairs on my arms

stood at attention like tiny lightning rods. “Do you feel that?” my voice sounded

breathless, even to me.

He glanced sideways, “Feel what?”

“Look.” I held out my arms to him. “I feel strange. Like someone . . .” I

rubbed my slightly numb hands over my forearms and sucked in a breath, as he

hooked his head around. I fell into step beside him. “Never mind. It’s probably


This happens when lightning’s about to strike, right?

The heat from the sun radiated off the few cars parked along Boutique Row,

their owners engaged in mid-afternoon shopping. Store fronts displayed the new

and trendy “must-have” dresses, shorts, and shoes for the spring season. I paused

to see my reflection. Not a hair was out of place. Thank God.


Swords and Stilettos
Enlighten Series
Book One
Kristin D. Van Risseghem
Genre: YA urban fantasy
Publisher: Kasian Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: December 7, 2016
ISBN: 9781943207367
Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 73k
Cover Artist: Angela Fristoe of Covered Creatively
Book Description:
Zoe Jabril needs to devise a kick-ass plan to save the world ASAP. Otherwise, Armageddon starts the day she turns eighteen—and if that happens, everything is going to hell. Literally.
She could be any other 17-year-old attending parties and checking out cute guys—except she discovers her best friend is a Guardian Angel and the boy she crushes on is a Nephilim, both sent to protect her from the demons who want her dead.
Now Zoe has to deal with growing feelings toward the Nephilim, who spreads a strange electrical current through her body every time he touches her. And she’s under constant attack from Demons, trying to stop her from fulfilling the Prophecy: a girl will be born who will unite Angels, Nephilim, Fairies and Werewolves to battle evil. Then she has to control newly found talents if she’s to prevent the devil from escaping Hell.
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About the Author:
USA Today bestselling and Award-Winning, Kristin D. Van Risseghem grew up in a small town along the Mississippi River with her parents and older sister. Currently, Kristin lives in Minnesota with her husband and two Calico cats. She also loves attending book clubs, going shopping, and hanging out with friends. She has come to realize that she absolutely has an addiction to purses and shoes. They are her weakness and probably has way too many of both.
In the summer months, Kristin can usually be found lounging on her boat, drinking an ice cold something. Being an avid reader of YA and Women’s Literature stories, she still finds time to read a ton of books in-between writing. And in the winter months, her main goal is to stay warm from the Minnesota cold!
Kristin’s books are published by Kasian Publishing LLC.


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Calling His Bluff by B.A. Tortuga


The sheets were drenched, the world a violent place filled with tremors and waves of

agony. Patrick twisted, trying to drive himself up, away from the sea of bites that covered his

skin. He groaned when skeletal hands reached up from the depths to pull him back down. No. He

wouldn’t go back.

“Bébé. Bébé, you are a fighter, aren’t you? So strong.” The voice was soft, melodic,

welcome. It had a lilt to it that pleased him, soothed him.

“Sing to me?” That voice could draw him up.

“Oh, bébé. I haven’t been asked that in a long, long time.”

“Please.” He couldn’t see the face that went with the voice but he knew it. Hot golden

brown eyes, a strong jaw, wicked mouth. Hair like a raven’s wing. It made promises of things

that were simply phantasms, but the sounds… Oh. The voice began to sing, a simple French

lullaby, but so sweet. His tortured brain held onto the song, the melody a salve.

The grasping, bony hands clawing at him withdrew, and a kinder, warmer pair of hands

began stroking his skin with a cool, wet cloth.

“It will be better soon, bébé. Mark my words.”

“They’re trying to drown me. I won’t let them.” Not when he could stay here. “Don’t


“You are safe from drowning, mark my words.”

“Am I?” He laughed, but the sound was dry as dust.

“I swear to you, by all I hold holy.”

Patrick opened his eyes, relieved to see the face matched his memory, blurry as it was.

“You’re Mister Remy.”

“Very good.”

“I don’t feel well. I feel awful and guilty somehow.” He felt as if he’d gone and done

something wicked and evil.

“Guilt is not for men like us, bébé. Let it be gone and you will feel better.” Remy stroked

the cool cloth over his burning skin again.

“Is it so easy?”

“No, but then again, it doesn’t need to be difficult, either.” The cloth disappeared, and

Remy held a glass of water to his lips. “If you practice, it becomes easier.”

The cool water eased him, splashed deep in his belly. He breathed deep for the first time

since he’d awakened. “Better.”

“It is.”

The cloths were changed, the cool rags making him gasp. He clenched and unclenched

his hands, trying to adjust.

“I know, bébé. I went through just this before I left San Francisco. Unlike you, I did it to

myself, no?”

“Why? Why would you?”

“I was feeling guilt. You see? Totally useless emotion.”

“Indeed. Guilt is…” He had so many reasons for it—Henry, Caroline, his father’s eternal


“We’ll work on it together. After you heal.”

“Soon? How long can this linger?”

“Not long.” Remy smiled, one hand resting on Patrick’s chest. “Not as strong as you are.”

A tingle made his muscles twitch and he pulled away from the wicked thoughts the dark

hand on his chest drew forth.

“Did I hurt?” Remy asked, concern clear.

“No. No.” No, that was a comfort, down deeper than skin.

“Ah, good.” Remy began to hum again, that voice smoothing over every rough nerve.

The peace made him blink, made his eyelids heavy. All he did now was sleep and dream,

but he was so tired. Remy was there watching over him.

“Be at ease, bébé.”

“You help.” The words popped out, and he tried not to worry about saying them.

“Good. I want to, hmm?”

“Thank you.” He blinked again and again, but couldn’t focus, so he finally let his lashes

fall since they were so heavy.

“Easy. Easy, bébé. Breathe.”

“Stay with me.” He shouldn’t ask, but he did. He needed Remy with him.


Calling His Bluff
Club Raven
Book One
B.A. Tortuga
Genre: Gay paranormal romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication:  1/1/2017
ISBN: 978-1-945193-92-7
Word Count: 50000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill         
Book Description:
Patrick’s loss is Remy’s gain.
A Club Raven Novel
After his twin dies in battle, it’s Patrick Daniels’ duty to marry his brother’s fiancée. Too bad he can’t make himself do it, and in his distress, he manifests a psychic talent that’s stronger than the tornadoes in his native East Texas. Then a mysterious man from a place called Club Raven steps in and sweeps Patrick off to the booming East Coast city of Baltimore.
Club Raven veteran Remy Blanchard sees Patrick and knows, even though Patrick is very ill, that this is the challenge he’s been waiting for. He nurses Patrick back to health, and begins to teach Patrick to control his talent. His methods might be unconventional, and Patrick might be new to the kinds of sexual games Remy knows best, but the two of them find something in each other that might be just as magical as the gentleman’s club where they meet.
About the Author:
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.
For more information on other books by B.A., visit her official website:

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Death and Donuts by Stan Schatt


Frankie nodded and stepped inside the curtain. Daniel Martin

wasn’t a large man, but now he seemed even smaller in the over- sized

hospital bed. He stared at Frankie with glassy eyes.

“I guess now I’m one of the usual suspects to be rounded up,” he said with a

voice just above a whisper.

“We can pin attempted murder on you for Belmont and probably link you to

Hobbs and Gordon, but we can make things a lot more manageable for you if you

just tell me who is behind Ruby Red.”

Martin’s face broke into a rueful smile. “You just don’t get it. You’re

dealing with forces much bigger than you or me. You’re just a pawn, and so am I.”

Frankie drew her face closer. “You might not have much time. I can have a

priest or minister here if you want to make your peace. Don’t die with this on your


Martin’s smile turned into a sneer. “The old circling the drain argument.

Does that ever work? You’re not even good material for a Grade B cop movie from

the ’40s. You keep digging into this, and you’ll be busted down to walking South

Central on the midnight shift.”

“Is someone in the department dirty?”

Martin just stared at her while his lips broke into a grim smile. His face

became flushed, and his eyes lost focus. An alarm sounded,

and the room was flooded with nurses. Frankie led Josh out. She shook her


What could possibly be scary enough for a man on death’s door- step to

keep him from talking?


Death and Donuts
The Frankie and Josh Series
Book Three
Stan Schatt
Genre: police procedure /mystery/
paranormal mystery
Publisher: Pen-L
Date of Publication: 11/22/2016
ISBN: 978-1-68313-074-1
ASIN: B01N061W4X
Number of pages: 210
Word Count:  59000
Cover Artist: Kelsey Rice
Book Description:
Hollywood stars! Politicians! Betrayal! Murder! And a by-the-book cop just trying to do her job in the middle of it all.
To solve the murder of a movie star just weeks before the Academy Awards, Detective Frankie Ryan has to navigate through a web of Hollywood secrets and political landmines, not to mention the “old boys club” in her own police department. The presence of a new designer drug and the deaths it is tallying up threaten to hinder her investigation and leave her without a suspect—and maybe out of a job. Even with the aid of psychic reporter Josh Harrell, there is more confusion around every corner. Trusted friends will turn on her, leaving her unsure who to believe and who might be in on the murder and conspiracy. 
Can Frankie discover the killer before it is too late?
Note: this is book 3 of the series but each book stands alone
About the Author:
Stan Schatt is the author of forty books including mysteries, science fiction, biographies of Michael Connelly, Daniel Silva, and Kurt Vonnegut, and even college textbooks. His novels draw upon experiences he has had in a wide range of careers that include college professor, police department administrator, autopsy assistant, telecommunications consultant, and market research executive.  Schatt has been cited for outstanding teaching by the University of Southern California, the University of Houston, and DeVry Institute of Technology.