Blog Tour & Giveaway: Soul Bound by Jas T. Ward

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Soul Bound : The Warrior
Soul Bound Series Book 1
by Jas T. Ward
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Releases today, June 13th, 2017!!
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Death May Be The End…
But Love Doesn’t Give A @&%#.
Murderer…
Jace Camden is haunted by his past. One that has many believing he
got
away with murder. He’s on the run from it, trying to start a new life in
a new
town.
But his past won’t let won’t him escape, and it’s determined
that his future will not long.
Death will demand its due… and his dead wife will make sure that debt is
paid in full.
Kitt Thomas’ life is in a rut, but that changed when she looked into the
sad, haunted eyes, of Jace Camden. Something about his wounded soul
called to her—like a like a whisper of a melody in a mysterious
abyss she should have the sense to ignore.
But his past will make sure Kitt is no more part of Jace’s future than
life is.
Because he’s Soul Bound – and that’s a shackle that can only be broken
by death.
His.
It’s not about the Happily Ever After…
It’s about surviving the read.
*Warning – this book deals with the subject of death, grief in a graphically
realistic and dark manner*
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Five Years Ago

 

His eyes were cast down and fixated by the dried blood on his hands.

Laura’s blood.

The brightness of the fluid hours ago on his hands was dark now after the crushing passage of time—how much, Jace had no idea. Perceiving its passage proved impossible.

“Mr. Camden? Do you know why you are here?”

He heard the officer speak and Jace fought through the heavy sorrow to look upward to seek out the man.

“Yes. My wife is dead.” His flat voice devoid of emotion. Perhaps when the soul became overwhelmed, it just numbed out to react in order to protect itself. The two detectives looked at each other and stepped away to speak in whispers as Jace’s eyes returned to his hands. The only thing not covered in dark crimson were the silver bracelets of the cuffs encircling his wrists and linked to the table.

Splatters of Laura’s blood were gruesomely dark against the white of his shirt, a rip near the cuff, a grass stain, and dirt from when they tackled him in the yard.

Why had he been in the yard?

The events of the day and night were fuzzy as if his mind was wrapped in flannel, surrounded by wool and refused to expose itself in the coldness of reality.

“Mr. Camden?”

The burly looking detective came in close to brace his arms on the table and met Jace’s eyes when they lifted upwards. The countenance of the detective was cold and calculated—a glare of blue with bright white compared to Jace’s own—which were dazed, bloodshot and exhausted in his mirrored reflection behind the detective.

“I will ask this question very simply. Very slowly so you listen and answer correctly. We clear?”

Jace’s brow furrowed as he nodded and his brain tried to form sparks of understanding but they had gone dark from the horror of all it had been forced to deal with.

The detective stated each word slowly and accented each word as if he thought Jace a child. “Did. You. Kill your wife?”

Kill? They had made vows—to have and to hold. In sickness and in health. Two souls bound together as if one. To love and live with that bond… Not kill. Not end.

He blinked at the officer as he ran his tongue along his busted bloodied lip, his eyes skidded downward to stare at the blood and he croaked hoarsely, “Yes. Because I couldn’t stop it.”

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“I am the product of several realities making the whole: a troubled
childhood, domestic violence survivor, homeless person, single mother
and a suicide survivor. But in every single one of those realities,
one thing remained true – my imagination.


Reading and writing has always been Ward’s escape. And she wants to continue
to give that to her readers. Known for action, drama, laughter,
darkness and twists you don’t see coming in the same book, Ward is
known for writing books that are diverse, different and
unique.
Born and raised in Texas and spending time living in Kentucky, Ms. Ward
spends her days and nights writing as therapy to handle surviving
domestic violence and loss of love. She is the proud parent of three
very independent grown children and grandmother to three delightful
grandchildren.
She has two furbabies that sit and ponder why their human is talking to
herself late into the night as she writes out colorful and diverse if
not twisted characters and tales.
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Blog Tour: A Bride, a Groom, and Happily Never After by Kathryn Long

 

COZY MYSTERY

Date Published: APRIL 18, 2017

It’s wedding bell blues and disaster when murder comes to the Paulmona Winery and Villa. Mystery author and part time snoop, Lilly Millenovanovich is the unlucky bride-to-be, but she gladly exchanges her wedding dress for gumshoes and brushes off her bag of spy tricks to solve the crime. After all, family obligation takes priority. Lilly and her zany trio of elderly aunties, must do their part to prove Cousin Mona didn’t kill groomsman Lenny Brioli with a corkscrew wine opener. Trouble is, the evidence keeps pointing in one direction with Mona as murder suspect number one. Detective Grezzo has his sleuthing hands full while handling the case on his own. Jake Kline, Lilly’s fiancé, obviously can’t work the case since Lenny is his best friend. That is, until Lilly convinces him to join her and snoop on the sly. Mona’s life and happiness depends on it. Will it be happily never after for the unlucky couple? Or can Lilly save the date and her wedding dress for another day? It’s a murderous and crazy adventure in this fourth and final episode of the Lilly M Mysteries.

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Excerpt

Lilly…Lillllleee. Globs of raspberry jam oozed off my fingers. With my stomach heaving from an overload of tuna and hard roll, I sobbed and licked at the gooey confection, angry how this was not the time to put on an extra five pounds. And why was there a man lying at my feet? His neck was smeared red with jam, and his eyes glazed over like he’d succumbed to a sugar coma. The odd thing? His arms were crossed perfectly over his chest, as if somebody posed them. He seemed almost, what was it? Yeah, peaceful. Leaning closer to him, I wrinkled my nose as a pungent, metallic smell reached my nostrils. I jumped back, and a shriek exploded out of my mouth when he smiled and winked at me.

“Lilly! Wake up.”

My upper half flopped up and down as two hands gripped my shoulders and shook me. I gasped and gulped air as if I’d been submerged in water for the past several minutes. My eyes popped open to find Jake hovering over me. “Jake?” It took a few seconds. I wrenched free of his grip. “Jake. Something’s happened. I think somebody’s in a sugar coma from raspberry jam.”

“You had another one of your quirky episodes, didn’t you?” He sat on the edge of the bed next to me.

I nodded. Irene called it my gift. I called it a scary nuisance. Sometimes I got these ideas in my head. Sensations that made me see things. I won’t call it ESP, exactly. It’s more like visions with bad reception. Some hit the mark, but most did not. Only close friends and family knew the embarrassing details. I’d prefer all of us suffered from a case of amnesia to forget.

Jake rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I’ve got bad news. You need to get dressed and come to the winery.”

I frowned. “Bad news?”

He gritted his teeth. “Bad news as in someone’s dead. Murdered.”

 

 

About the Author

Kathryn Long’s passion is writing mysteries, creating the intricate details and weaving them together into the clues which the reader will enjoy collecting to solve the crime. Many of her works include Native American elements and hints of the paranormal. She loves a scary ghost story!

Her writing inspiration began with reading about Nancy Drew and the heroines of romantic suspense authors such as Victoria Holt and Mary Stewart. Her first creations were short stories meant to entertain anyone who’d listen or read. Playing the guitar led to song lyrics, which she insists taught her the rhythm and pace of writing prose.

Writing took a serious turn several years ago when she had her first book published. To date readers can find her self-published cozy Lilly M Mysteries, and her traditionally published work: paranormal mystery, Dying to Dream, and latest, a romantic suspense, A Deadly Deed Grows at online retailers and in bookstores.

When writing and the creative muse take a break, this author loves to travel, watch Castle, and of course, read mysteries. Oh, and there’s always an author event or two she will attend in order to – you got it – talk about mystery. Kathryn lives in the City of Green located in northeast Ohio with her husband and little pooch, Max. 

 

Contact Information

Website: www.kathrynlong.webs.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorkathryn.long

Twitter: https://twitter.com/klongauthor   @klongauthor

Blog: http://kjlong-teacherwriter.blogspot.com/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authorkathrynl/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4203129.Kathryn_Long

 

 

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Dragon Songs Saga by JC Kang

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Prelude to Insurrection
A Legends of Tivara Story
by JC Kang
Genre: Epic Fantasy, YA
Only an orphan half-elf spy can avert a rebellion before it starts.

Jie’s superior senses have made her the perfect lookout. Now, as the
adopted daughter of the Black Lotus Clanmaster, she wants to prove
her pointed ears aren’t a liability when she’s tasked to
infiltrate a rebel lord’s castle.
In this prequel to Songs of Insurrection, Jie must decide between her
duty to the emperor and her sense of compassion toward the
downtrodden. No matter her choice, it will have explosive
consequences for her, the realm, and the upcoming war.
**Free May 17th & 18th!!**
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Songs of Insurrection
The Dragon Songs Saga Book 1
Only the lost magic of Dragon Songs can save the realm. Only a naïve girl
with the perfect voice can rediscover it.


Blessed with an unrivaled voice, Kaiya dreams of a time when music could
summon typhoons and rout armies. Maybe then, the imperial court would
see the awkward, gangly princess as more than a singing fool.

 

When members of the emperor’s elite spy clan uncover a brewing
insurrection, the court hopes to appease the ringleader by offering
Kaiya as a bride.

 

Obediently wedding the depraved rebel lord means giving up her music.
Confronting him with the growing power of her voice could kill her.
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Orchestra of Treacheries
The Dragon Songs Saga Book 2
The mightiest dragon threatens the world, and only the power of a Dragon
Song can vanquish him.


Two years have passed since Kaiya rediscovered the lost magic of Dragon
Songs, yet the power of her voice is untrained. Potential suitors see
her as a stepping stone. One ruthless cousin would rather step on her
gravestone.
Not one to get walked over or buried, Kaiya is holding out for the exiled
foreign prince who inspired her to sing. The only one who appreciates
her abilities more is the world’s last dragon, Avarax, and it’s
not because he enjoys a good song.
Raw and unproven, she finds mentors in unlikely places. An elf courtier.
An ancient healer. A martial arts master. And an evil sorcerer.
She’ll need their guidance to survive the final showdown between a
girl finding her voice, and a dragon who has no intention of being
fooled a second time.

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Blog Tour: The War Queen by J.M. Robison

 

Fantasy

Date Published: Oct 2016

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

300 years ago, the people dethroned their king and queen to prevent another tyranny. Now instead, the people nominate a State Head every three years and Altarn is the first female to hold the position. She’s used to tolerating the biases of men but Kaelin, the State Head of his territory, has declared her incompetent and has even, according to Altarn, threatened to steal her land – she believes he wants to make himself king. Believing she must “dethrone” Kaelin, Altarn rides to her last ally to ask for aid in the war against Kaelin she knows is coming.  But in her absence an army launches an attack… and it’s not Kaelin’s.

 Taking advantage of the startling situation, Kaelin kidnaps Altarn so he can take her land without her in the way. Soon realizing he needs her help to fight this army instead, he releases her and, since Altarn’s army is too small to win the war alone, she is forced to accept his help, but payment for his help will be her land. No one believes Kaelin is secretly trying to make himself king, so after the battle is won, alone in her knowledge and lacking allies, Altarn must become the War Queen of legend to dethrone another king… though she unexpectedly dethrones his heart instead.

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Excerpt

Altarn threw open the door into the training yard. Dropping her cloak on the ground, she stomped across the yard to the target constructed out of wooden logs to resemble a person—resemble a man. A small pail of white paint and a brush next to the target claimed her attention. She stared at the pail, disbelief somehow wedging room between her clashing war with anger and hurt.

Do they know me that well? She couldn’t decide if she should be offended or grateful by the gesture.

She decided gratitude.

She dipped the brush in the paint and slashed it across the chest of the target to spell the name, Jessom.

Gathering a winged shorn in each hand, she stepped toward the target and sliced into it with an angry wildness she would disapprove of in her troops. Every strike became harsher, her angry grunts louder. She targeted the chest over and over so the still-wet name there became daggered smears of white paint.

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About the Author

J.M. Robison is a fantasy historian who chronicles the events which force heroes to reveal their mistakes, lead rebellions to dethrone tyranny and unearth ancient secrets to free the oppressed. Having joined the U.S. Army at 17 with a deployment to Afghanistan and Romania, and currently working as a Deputy Sheriff, J.M. Robison has seen a lot of people and been to a lot of places; the evidence of which frequently bleeds into her writing. She loves and uses essential oils. She makes her own shampoo, lotions, laundry soap, face wash, and toothpaste.

 

Contact Information:

Website: http://www.jmrobison.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RobisonAuthor/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JMRobison

Blog: https://jmrobison.wixsite.com/jmrobison/writing-tips

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15903140.J_M_Robison

 

 

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Bad Luck Bride by Jane Goodger

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THE BAD LUCK BRIDE
by Jane Goodger
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 6/13/17
Welcome to St. Ives, the charming
seaside town where even a down-on-her luck bride might find her way
back to love . . .
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As if being left at the alter for the
third time isn’t bad enough, Lady Alice Hubbard has now been dubbed
“The Bad Luck Bride” by the London newspapers. Defeated, she
returns to her family’s estate in St. Ives, resolved to a future as
a doting spinster. After all, a lady with her record of marital
mishaps knows better than to dream of happily-ever-after. But then
Alice never expects to see Henderson Southwell again. Her beloved
brother’s best friend disappeared from her life soon after her
brother’s death. Until now…
Alice is just as achingly beautiful as
Henderson remembers. And just as forbidden. For the notorious ladies’
man made one last promise to Alice’s brother before he died—and
that was never to pursue her. But one glimpse of Alice’s sorrow and
Henderson feels a powerful urge to put the light back in her lovely
eyes, one lingering kiss at a time. Even if it means falling in love
with the one woman he can never call his bride . . .
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            If only her fiancé had died five minutes after the ceremony instead of five minutes before, Alice wouldn’t be in her current, unfathomable, situation.

A terrible thought, yes, but there was never a truer sentiment to go through her mind.

He was late. Her current and very much alive fiancé was terribly, horribly, embarrassingly late, and the vicar was giving her sad looks and the congregation was whispering, and Alice felt like she might scream for them all to just shut up. Harvey Reginald Heddingford III, Viscount Northrup, whom she actually liked (the first of her three fiancés whom she actually had liked) had apparently grown ice cold feet.

It wasn’t much of a surprise, actually.
The night before he’d seemed…off. Distracted. Overly nice. Guilty. That’s when the first niggling feeling of doubt touched her but she forced herself to ignore it. Certainly three men couldn’t leave her at the altar. Though to be fair, Bertram Russell, her second ill-fated fiancé, was ousted by her enraged father long before she’d set foot in the church. Bertram had been found out—not one week before their planned nuptials—to be a complete fraud. He made ordinary fortune hunters seem like innocent children dabbling at seducing marriage out of highly placed, rich women.

One dead. One fraud. One very, very late.

This could not be happening again. She stood in the vestibule with her father and sister, dread slowly wrapping around her like a toxic fog, making it almost impossible to breathe. As she waited for her groom to make an appearance, knowing he would not, Alice vowed she would never, ever, be put in this position again. When she saw Vicar Jamison coming toward the spot where she stood with her father, Alice knew it was over. She couldn’t seem to gather the energy to cry and in fact had the terrible urge to laugh, something she sometimes did at the worst possible moment. Actually, other than feeling a bit off kilter and extremely humiliated, she felt nothing at all. Certainly not heartbroken.

“Lord Hubbard,” the vicar said, giving her father a small bow. “It may be time to address the congregation.”

Her dear, dear, papa looked at her, his eyes filled with sorrow. “I think I must.”

Alice nodded and pressed her hands, still holding her silly bouquet, into her stomach. God, the humiliation. This was far worse than Bertram and, well, poor Lord Livingston was deemed a tragedy, not a humiliation. People at least felt sorry for her when her first ill-fated husband-to-be dropped dead waiting for her to walk down the aisle. Just five more minutes and she might have been a widow, and a widow was a far better thing to be than a jilted bride.

It was all her sister’s fault. Christina had been fussing with her gown, fixing something in the bustle, insisting that Alice would never get the chance to be a bride again (what a lark) and everything must be absolutely perfect for that most important day when Alice would have become a baroness. And then Lord Livingston died, right then, right as he walked toward the front of the church. Dropped like a stone without warning and was dead before he hit the hard marble floor with a sickening thud. Instead of Lady Livingston or Lady Northrup, she was still Miss Hubbard and it looked like she would be Miss Hubbard for the rest of her days. Continue reading

Blog Tour: The Summer Letters by Elyse Douglas

 

The Summer Letters

By Elyse Douglas

Genre: Women’s Fiction, Historical Fiction, Contemporary Romance

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When Vanessa finds a rusty coffee can filled with old letters hidden away in a summer beach cottage, she learns of a haunting and secret affair dating back to the 1950s.

Determined to find the woman whose life parallels her own in many ways, Vanessa searches for the woman and her lover, uncovering past and present secrets that finally reveal a shocking truth.

Over the course of the summer, Vanessa’s own life is transformed by the possibilities of love and new beginnings, even as she confronts the lingering pain of her own past.

The Summer Letters is a celebration of the enduring promise of hope and the unbreakable bonds of love.

 

 

About the Author

Elyse Douglas is the pen name for the husband and wife writing team of Elyse Parmentier and Douglas Pennington.  Elyse began writing poems and short stories at an early age, and graduated with a degree in English Literature. Douglas grew up in a family of musicians, astrologers and avid readers, and attended the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music, playing piano professionally for 15 years. His great grandfather lived to be a 134 years old, and was the oldest man in the world when he died in 1922.  Their cat, Sir Eaton, loves parties and a few sips from a good glass of Pinot Noir.

Some of Elyse Douglas’ novels include: “The Other Side of Summer,” “The Christmas Eve Letter,” “The Christmas Town,” “The Christmas Diary” and “The Summer Diary.” They live in New York City.

www.elysedouglas.com

 

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Pneuma Series by Serena Kearney

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Pneuma
Pneuma Series Book 1
by Serena Kearney
Genre: SciFi, Supernatural Romance
Estelle Caldwell caused a war with her birth.
Estelle Caldwell has friends, family…everything a girl could ask for. But
as she looks back on her life andher birthday approaches, weird
things start to happen.


Questions are left unanswered. Her feelings are starting to become clear for
the one she’s been in love with her whole life.
People she knows start to become strangers to her.
She has to leave to protect them… to
protect…
him.

 

pneu·ma
ˈn(y)o͞omə/
noun
the
vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person.

 

Do you know what it feels like to hold fate in your hand?
Was it fate that my whole life got turned upside down?
He was the reason I had to leave.
Making the sacrifice caused my heart to rip in two.
I wanted normalcy. I wanted my life to be my own.
But it’s nothing without the people I love, and it’s for
the people I love that I have to leave.
Fate.
Please be kind.
Will he still remember me?
Will our first and last kiss be one and the
same?
Please remember.
Please be with me.
Family is tested.
Memories are everywhere.
Love is one of the biggest
reliefs and hurts you can have at the same time.
**FREE on Amazon!**
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“Get her out of here! Now!” Gramps commanded. They didn’t hesitate and pulled my arms the opposite direction and my feet followed as I ran with them. I looked back just as we were about to turn the corner and saw Borin stand tall and push Larry back with his heavy arms. Gramps fell to the ground.
A wave flooded through me. A wave of intense violence.
“NO!” I screamed and quickly turned back, seizing my arms away from their grasps, heading back to help Gramps. I could hear Reed and Kent’s footsteps run back after me. But I didn’t care. I was not about to leave him. He was rubbing his head as Borin stood over him, about to place a hand on him.
“Don’t you touch him!” The voice that came out of my mouth was unrecognizable. I ran to him, holding out my arms to shove him away.
My body felt unfamiliar. My feet lightweight. My arms tingled as I felt a sensation rise to my shoulders, down my forearms, and out my fingertips.
Before I could even touch Borin, he flew away from Gramps’ side and slammed into a garbage receptacle a few feet away, causing a dent with his body.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Stolen Time by Chloé Duval

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STOLEN TIME
by Chloé Duval
Genre: Fiction, Sweet Romance
Pub Date: 6/13/17
In a rural French village, a letter is
delivered decades late, inspiring a young woman to try to reunite two
star-crossed lovers . . .
Middle school teacher by day, romance
writer by night, and group knitter on Tuesday evenings, Flavie
Richalet leads a fairly uneventful life—until she receives a long
delayed letter meant for a total stranger. Postmarked 1971, the
yellowed envelope, addressed to an Amélie Lacombe, holds a fervent
message of love and a marriage proposal, signed only with the initial
E. Given her own fractured family history, Flavie is dreamily
determined to learn what became of the couple . . .
Flavie’s inquiries lead her to a
French seaside inn—and to E. himself, a true romantic who never
forgot the girl who got away so many years ago. But his protective
nephew, B&B owner Romaric, isn’t sure that trying to find
Amélie after all these years is good for his uncle. At odds with the
tall, dark, and impossibly passionate Romaric, Flavie must show him,
and perhaps herself, that true love is timeless—and always worth
waiting for . . .
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 Prologue

Karouac, Brittany

September 4, 1975

It was the most important day of her life.

She’d been waiting and preparing for this day for weeks, and she

should have been deliriously happy. She should have been lighthearted

and smiling.

But instead, she felt strange and uncomfortable. As though she was

forgetting something important. As though she was about to make a

mistake.

It’s just apprehension, she told herself. The usual jitters all women

feel before they commit for life.

But did all women think of their first love on their wedding day?

Amélie closed her eyes, and Erwan’s beautiful face appeared in

her mind. She pictured his irresistible smile, his gray-blue gaze, his

unruly hair, always too wild to lie flat. She felt his rough hands on

her skin, his lips on hers, as though it were only yesterday that they

had lain together on the beach.

She shook her head, willing herself to dismiss the memory. It was

foolish to think of him, especially right before her wedding. It had

been so long ago . . . four years, almost to the day. He’d obviously

forgotten her, moved on with his life. He’d never written to her,

never phoned her, never gotten in touch with her. She’d waited

weeks, months even, for him to reach out to her, before she’d accepted

the truth. It had only been a summer fling. So she’d grieved,

but then looked to the future. She’d thrown herself into her studies in

fashion-design school to forget. Forget all about him.

And now she was finally happy. She’d finished school and gotten

the job of her dreams with a small fashion company that appreciated

her style and her slightly extravagant ideas. It was almost more than

she’d ever expected. Moreover, she was about to marry a wonderful

man, one who loved her more than anyone and whom she loved very

much. She knew they’d have a great life together.

So why? Continue reading

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Texas Fire by Gerry Bartlett

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TEXAS FIRE
by Gerry Bartlett
Pub. Date: 5/2/2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Her father’s dream. Her crossroads. And a man
who sees just her . . .
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Megan Calhoun doesn’t stick with anything
long. She’s the daughter of a billionaire—why pretend to be
somebody else? Until she finds out her father’s will says she has
to. She has to last a year in the oil patch, in the dust and heat of
West Texas, working for her daddy’s company. Otherwise she’s cut
off without a cent—and no way to earn one.
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The only upside is her new pal Rowdy Baker,
ex-football star, Calhoun engineer, and grade-A stud. If she has to
live in a trailer, his doesn’t sound so bad. Rowdy knows the
roughnecks running the rigs won’t take kindly to a smartass blonde
rookie whose last name matches their paychecks. He can’t control
his attraction to her. And with everyone from the foremen to the
stockholders spitting mad at the Calhouns, he expects trouble ahead.
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But Megan has never been scared in her life.
And with Rowdy to help her plot, she has the chance of a lifetime: to
find her calling, to fix her company, and, if she doesn’t screw it
up—to capture a heart . . .
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Megan Calhoun paid the driver, stepped out of the car, and rolled her suitcase over the gravel parking lot. Her hand slipped on the handle when she hit a pothole. Sweaty palms. Then her stomach rumbled. No, she refused to be nervous. She put on her “I don’t give a damn” face, and stared down a man slouched next to a pickup truck who made a comment about her butt in snug jeans. She kept going toward the building that housed the offices of CWC Industries.

This was all her daddy’s fault. Conrad Calhoun’s will spelled out the terms: she had to work in the oil fields for a year if she wanted her inheritance. It had been her own bright idea to pick the man who’d be stuck with her for the next twelve months. She’d already scanned the parking lot filled with dusty pickup trucks. No sign of him. If he was as thrilled as she was about what was coming, he was probably hiding out.

Who could blame him? Except for one summer when she’d humored her father and gone along for the ride, she had no clue what went on in the oil fields. All she really knew was that those dirty, noisy places had always paid for her cushy lifestyle.

Megan stopped in front of the office. It wasn’t much, just a lowslung building that had seen better days. Not like the high-rise where the Calhoun Petroleum Headquarters reigned supreme. This subsidiary of Calhoun obviously didn’t rate funding for frills. She wrestled her suitcase up the steps, then pushed open the glass door and cold air hit her face. It was hot outside, typical for Texas in early September. At least air-conditioning was in the budget here.

The man at the counter had those wide shoulders she recognized. Former football player. “Rowdy, I was looking for you outside.”

Rowdy Baker turned and looked her over. “I’m signing us in. Why the hell did you do it, Megan? Request me to be your partner for your playtime in the field?” He threw the clipboard he held down on the worn Formica counter. “I’m used to working alone.”

“I’m not used to working at all.” Megan let go of her suitcase. Of course it flopped over, landing on her foot. “Damn it.” She left it there and looked around, making sure no one was close enough to overhear them. A couple of clerks were nearby, but one was on the phone and the other was in an office behind a glass wall.

“I wanted someone I knew. My sister says you’re a decent guy. Was she wrong?” She grabbed the clipboard and checked their names.

“Am I supposed to be flattered?” Rowdy looked like he wanted to pound the counter. “‘Decent’. Wow, I’m overwhelmed. Thank Cassidy for me. Now, go outside and pick someone else. Anyone else.”

“No.” Megan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her fake name on the list. “Listen, we’re stuck with each other. You need to adjust your attitude. She’s probably going to wind up running Calhoun Petroleum, you know. Cassidy is showing everyone at Headquarters that she’s got Daddy’s business sense.”

“Whoop-de-do. So I could get a promotion out of this?” Rowdy got close to Megan and she almost backed off.

He was big and, at the moment, intimidating. Maybe this had been a mistake. Cass had broken it off with him. Maybe he was mad and would make Megan’s life a living hell. But then the devil you know . . . Continue reading

Blog Tour: The Discovery by Louis Kraft & Robert S. Goodman

 

Title: THE DISCOVERY
Author: Louis Kraft & Robert S. Goodman MD
Publisher: Createspace
Pages: 311
Genre: Legal Thriller

In THE DISCOVERY by Robert S. Goodman and Louis Kraft, a young obstetrician/gynecologist delivers a premature baby after attending a dinner party. The child survives the delivery, but complications lead to a malpractice lawsuit two decades later.

In 1952, a pregnant seventeen-year-old gives birth in a Los Angeles hospital. Two nurses attend to the young woman while they wait for the doctor on call to arrive for the delivery. Dr. Harry Chapman arrives at the hospital clearheaded but with alcohol on his breath. The premature baby is born blue and placed in an incubator. The nurses turn the oxygen to the level recommended to pediatricians for preemies the year before to prevent blindness. When the baby’s color doesn’t change, Harry instructs the nurses to turn the oxygen up to maximum. They protest, but Harry insists that the nurses comply to save the baby from brain damage or death.

In 1972, Greg Weston, a twenty-year-old paralegal meets a young woman who works with a renowned pediatrician. When she questions the attractive young man about his blindness, Greg reveals that his adoptive parents told him he was born blind. After agreeing to see the doctor Gail works for, Greg becomes aware that his blindness may have occurred as a result of physician error. Greg requests his medical records from the hospital and the adoption agency, and he finds that the hospital records tell a different story about what took place after his birth. In both records, Dr. Harry Chapman is indicated as the doctor who delivered him. Greg shares his findings with a partner in his law firm, and they build a case against Dr. Chapman based on fraudulent changes in the hospital records, which allows the statute of limitations to be thrown out.

After Harry receives word that he is being sued, his attorney advises him that the malpractice insurance he carried in 1952 will not cover even a fraction of the multimillion-dollar lawsuit. The stress and uncertainty of the case, along with the accusation of fraud, breaks Harry, leading him down a road of depression and alcohol dependence. As Harry’s wife, Helen, watches her husband deteriorate, she makes an unthinkable choice to put an end to the plaintiff’s case.

In THE DISCOVERY, the authors connect the lives of two individuals across two decades, exposing vulnerabilities, bitterness, and frailties. As the case moves forward, a key witness’s testimony alters the lives of both men.

In writing THE DISCOVERY, Goodman and Kraft’s intentions were to offer readers multidimensional characters with real-world problems and to bring awareness to the severe affect malpractice lawsuits can have on physicians’ professional and personal lives.

The Discovery is available at Amazon.

 

Book Excerpt

An hour later Martin pulled into Harry’s driveway and parked next to Sid’s car. Harry, who rode shotgun, swung the door open and ran to the front door, where he fumbled with his keys. Sid opened the door and waved him inside.

“You seem like a man in a rush,” Sid said.

“Only to those who peer out of windows!” Harry pushed past Sid and rushed into the living room. He didn’t see Helen and moved into the kitchen. No Helen. Harry ran to the family room, but it was empty. He looked at the bar.

“Thirsty?” Sid said from behind him.

Harry ignored the comment. “Where’s Helen?”

“In your bedroom.”

Harry crossed to the couch in front of the TV set and slumped into it.

Sid sat next to him. “From a man in a hurry, it appears that you’ve suddenly run out of gas.”

“Look, pal, I know a hell of a lot more than you do.”

“Really? You don’t say, Harry. Well, I’ve got news for you. You don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground!”

Harry glared at Sid, as he formed a fist.

Sid smirked. “Go ahead and swing away.”

“What’s going on here?” Harry said as he relaxed his hand.

“Don’t ask me; ask your wife.”

Surprised, Harry leaned back on the couch. “What are you talking about?”

“I sure as hell know!”

“Tell me!”

“Nope. You want to know, you talk to Helen.”

“She won’t talk to me.”

“Maybe she will.”

“Tell me!”

“I promised Helen that I wouldn’t repeat what she told me. To anyone.

Harry had no idea what Sid spoke of and glared at him. “You know, sometimes you are a real pain in the ass.”

“And you’re a complete schmuck. Look Harry, you had better talk with her.” Harry didn’t move. “Now!”

Allen leaned into the room. “Is everything okay?”

“Yep,” Sid said, “couldn’t be better.”

“Then join us.”

“Soon.” He turned back to Harry. “For the last time Harry, get upstairs and talk to Helen.”

Harry stood but then glared at Sid.

“Harry, use your heart when you listen to her.”

“What are you talk—?” Suddenly frightened, Harry ran to the staircase and leaped up the steps two at a time. The door to their bedroom was closed. Harry opened it and stepped into the room. It was empty, but then the door to the bathroom opened and Helen appeared. Her hair was wet and dangled over her shoulders. She had an oversized towel wrapped around her body.

“What do you want?”

 

About the Authors

Author/historian Louis Kraft has focused his energy on producing work that highlights racism and the human experience of people who have put their lives on the line to prevent war. He has written articles for magazines, including Research Review and Wild West, as well as fiction (The Final Showdown) and nonfiction (Gatewood & Geronimo) books. Kraft returned to fiction writing when he collaborated with Robert S. Goodman on The Discovery.

 

 

Robert S. Goodman, MD has been in private practice since 1966, specializing in internal medicine. During his fifty-plus-year career, Goodman has been involved in hospital politics and served as chief of staff at Encino Hospital Medical Center. Dr. Goodman’s experience testifying as an expert witness in defense of hospitals and doctors contributed to his interest in writing The Discovery.

Visit their website at www.readthediscovery.com.

 

 

 

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