Book Blitz: Cowboy by Jas T. Ward

 

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Book Blitz: Cowboy 
by Jas T. Ward
 
Series: The Shadow-Keepers #3
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 
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Welcome to the world of The Grid…..
William Jess Bailey was a very bad man in the Old West. Hired gunslinger, bank robber and murderer. Add to that—a dark, split personality that feeds on violence and pain. That need caused them both to die and be sent to Hell. Now, fast forward to the present time where Jess is one of the baddest, strongest Breakers on the Grid. Drowning his days in sex and booze, he’s happy to not allow anyone in. But when his second chance is cut short, his sole goal becomes to make an impact on the life of the daughter he’s not allowed to claim—Sophia. And the last thing he needs eating up the time he has left is…
A lady cop.
Beth Daniels is a tough, hardened detective on the San Francisco police force. She’s worked very hard to fight her way to the top after losing her father for doing his duty as a cop. She throws herself in work in order to take care of her mother who loses more of reality every day. The last thing she needs is the sweet-talking drawl and charm of Jess Bailey…
Hot cowboy or not.
Can a heart that believes it is cursed to kill anyone it loves, love again?
And what if the past will make sure love dies?

What Dark Power Makes YOUR Heart Beat? 



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Looking for something new & different to read? Like authors who take you on an emotional roller coaster ride?  Meet  Amazon best-selling author Jas T Ward, a multi-genre author like no other you’ve ever met.

Jas T. Ward has always used writing as a necessary escape. With a past that is marred with a difficult childhood and domestic violence as well as being homeless as an adult, Ms. Ward lost her creative voice when she lost her soul mate to suicide.

Finding that creative voice once again in writing in social media via blogs and creative writing groups, it was the fans that encouraged her to put her literary weavings to paper for them to enjoy.

When asked why she writes, Ms. Ward answers simply: “Reading saved me. It was my salvation and my haven. I now strive to pay that gift back by writing books that can give the same to others. And to keep myself sane.”
 
 
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Book Blitz: Fractured Palace by R.J. Loom

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by R.J. Loom
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
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They say home is where the heart is. 

Ashton Roberts never understood that saying. Heart couldn’t be found anywhere in the rundown bungalow she grew up in. It also couldn’t be found in the luxury estate she moved into when her mother married her stepfather. 

All Ashton wants is to get her degree, meet Mr. Right and find the happy stable life she never had. But when life constantly throws her curve balls, she begins to wonder if it really is just a pipe dream.

Until she runs into her former neighbor, Reed Collins.

As a child, Reed had always been Ashton’s silent protector. As an adult, he is everything she has ever dreamed of in a man. If only he didn’t keep her at arms length. But as things heat up, guards drop and secrets are revealed which toss Ash back into the turmoil surrounding a tragic event from her youth. 

Will Ashton let her past fracture the perfect picture of her future? Or will the meaning of loyalty, family and love be redefined?
 
 
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R.J. Loom was born and raised along the shores of Lake Erie in Ohio, where she still resides with her husband, two children and two spoiled dogs. She loves books, music, travel and anyone with a great sense of humor. When she’s not writing, she can be found with her nose in a book, looking for more books to add to her “to-be-read” pile or spending time with her family.
 
 
 
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Blog Tour: Evanthia’s Gift & Waiting for Aegina by Effie Kammenou

 

Women’s fiction/ contemporary romance  

Date Published: August 7, 2015   

In the year 1956, Anastacia Fotopoulos finds herself pregnant and betrayed, fleeing from a bad marriage. With the love and support of her dear friends Stavros and Soula Papadakis, Ana is able to face the challenges of single motherhood. Left with emotional wounds, she resists her growing affection for Alexandros Giannakos, an old acquaintance. But his persistence and unconditional love for Ana and her child is eventually rewarded and his love is returned. In a misguided, but well-intentioned effort to protect the ones they love, both Ana and Alex keep secrets – ones that could threaten the delicate balance of their family.

The story continues in the 1970’s as Dean and Demi Papadakis, and Sophia Giannakos attempt to negotiate between two cultures. Now Greek-American teenagers, Sophia and Dean, who have shared a special connection since childhood, become lovers. Sophia is shattered when Dean rebels against the pressure his father places on him to uphold his Greek heritage and hides his feelings for her. When he pulls away from his family, culture and ultimately his love for her, Sophia is left with no choice but to find a life different from the one she’d hoped for.

EVANTHIA’S GIFT is a multigenerational love story spanning fifty years and crossing two continents, chronicling the lives that unify two families.

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Chapter  1

November 1955

The air was unusually chilled for early November in NYC, but despite the dropping temperature, sweat trickled down the back of Anastacia’s neck. Unable to wish away the nausea that

was taking hold of her and too ill to sit through her last class, she’d left the NYU campus, hopping on an uptown subway to return home for the day. She’d been lightheaded and queasy the past few days, but nothing as violent as what she was currently feeling. Waiting at the crosswalk, the aroma of garlic and cheese permeating from a nearby café antagonized the volcano that was about to erupt in her belly, and she prayed she would get home without incident.

At last, Anastacia ducked into her apartment building, closing her eyes, and offering a silent thank you to the heavens for the safety and comfort of her home. Once inside her foyer, she removed her coat, hung it in the closet and glimpsed herself in the mirror hanging over the Bombay Chest. Pale skin and sunken eyes replaced her usual olive complexion and healthy glow.

I just need to sleep off whatever this is.

Her husband, Jimmy, was not expected home from work for several hours, and she hoped to be feeling better by then.

Suddenly, the sound of voices startled her. She walked through the living room, following the noise. She almost forgot the motion sickness that forced her home earlier than usual as the guttural sound of rhythmic moans grew louder, interrupted only by a woman’s shrill laughter. Anastacia forced her legs to follow the cacophony and found herself at the doorway of her bedroom. She stood there frozen. Seeing, but not believing. Tears sprang to her eyes and dripped down her cheeks, and she began to shake uncontrollably. Anastacia attempted to speak, but bile rose to her throat, rendering her incapable of uttering a word. Then, a cry that seemed to escape from her very soul, revealed her presence.

In that second, they knew she’d witnessed their betrayal. Anastacia was taken aback by the look of pure satisfaction that flashed across the naked woman’s face. A face that held not even a hint of guilt or remorse.

Her husband’s face told a different story. Shock, fear, maybe regret. For getting caught. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but so many thoughts bombarded her mind that it was as though she were moving in slow motion. But then, the impact of it all slammed into her, and she ran.

Jimmy jumped up, wrapping himself in a bed sheet.

“Ana! Wait!” He pushed the woman off him. “Get off me! Move! Get out of here.”

Barely making it to the bathroom, Anastacia leaned over the toilet, expelling the contents of her stomach.

“Ana,” Jimmy pleaded, coming up beside her.

“Get away from me.” She wiped her mouth with a towel, straight- ened up and gathered all her strength to push past him.

Jimmy blocked the doorway.

“Ana mou, I’m sorry. Please. Let me explain. Sagapo. I love-” “Don’t touch me or ever say that to me. You’re disgusting. You

both are.” She ducked under his arm, but he grabbed her wrist.

His touch seared her to the bone and she pulled away. She was shamed, shaken—broken, but there was no way she was going to let him see it.

“I said don’t touch me. Never come near me again.”

“It’s not what it looks like. She… it was all her. I never meant to… Ana, please.”

“It looked like it was both of you. Now let me pass,” she spat. He lifted his hands in surrender and stepped aside as she pushed her way past him through the narrow bathroom doorway.

In the hallway, the woman stood, watching, gloating. Although she and Anastacia both had dark brown hair and similar Mediterranean features, she lacked the poise and grace that Anastacia exuded.

“Get out of my home,” Ana ordered her. “I never want to see you again.” Anastacia stormed out her front door, slamming it behind her. Doubling over, she thought she might heave again, but she drew in a deep breath and continued down the hall to Soula’s apartment. She frantically knocked on the door. When she opened it, Soula took one look at her best friend and she hugged her.

“Ana mou, what is it?

Between gasps and cries, Anastacia relayed the entire humil- iating scene, as well as Jimmy’s despicable attempt to explain the unforgivable.

“What do I do now?”

“We go upstairs and talk to your uncle,” Soula said. “He will know how to handle this.”

“How can I tell him? What will my parents say? How could I be so stupid? What will Uncle Tasso think?”

“Of you? Nothing different than before. Of them? They will get what they deserve. Come. We will go together. I will tell your uncle if you cannot.”

 

Friends are as companions on a journey, who ought to aid each other to persevere in the road to a happier life.

– Pythagoras

 

 

 

 

Women’s Fiction

Date Published – January 7, 2016

Book Two in The Gift Saga: The continuation of Evanthia’s Gift…

 In 1961, five little girls moved into a suburban neighborhood and became inseparable, lifelong friends. They called themselves the ‘Honey Hill Girls,’ named after the street on which they lived. As teenagers they shared one another’s ambitions and dreams, secrets and heartaches. Now, more than thirty years later, they remain devoted and loyal, supporting each other through triumphs and sorrows.

Evanthia’s Gift follows the life of Sophia Giannakos. In Waiting for Aegina the saga continues from the perspectives of Sophia and her friends as the story drifts back and forth in time, filling in the gaps as the women grow to adulthood.

Naive teenage ideals are later challenged by harsh realities, as each of their lives takes unexpected turns. Now nearing their fiftieth year, Sophia, Demi, Amy, Mindy and Donna stand together through life-altering obstacles while they try to regain the lighthearted optimism of their youth.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Fortune Teller’s Secret by Ron D. Voigts

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The Fortune Teller’s Secret
A Cavendish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 2
by Ron D. Voigts
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
A dead man on a Ferris wheel and a cold-case murder take Cavendish
Brown into a world of carnival freaks, ghosts, and killers.
The annual carnival comes to Maiden Falls, a small town in the West
Virginia Mountains, but everything is not merry.


The ghost of a woman appears to Cavendish Brown, a carnival worker lies
dead aboard a car on the Ferris wheel, and a bullied teenager plots
to kill people at the carnival with a homemade bomb. More
complications arise. Cavendish again butts heads with the local
sheriff, Clinton Pike.
Marbella Wellingway, owner of the newspaper where Cavendish works, receives a
visit from the Angel of Death. And a Fortune Teller at the carnival
knows something that could forever change Cavendish’s life.
With the aid of Jane, a disturbed psychic, and Alexandra, a Goth witch, he
must find the killer, help the mystery woman, and risk his life to
prevent more deaths.
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 Cavendish and Sheriff Pike were talking about the dead man. She disliked the sheriff. His breath smelled funny, and the light around him was orange and spiky which made her want to stay away. Alex told her the light was called an aura. Alex stood near the two men. She was nice. She and Cavendish didn’t have light, but Jane understood now. She had no light either.

People came closer to see the dead man. She didn’t care because that wasn’t interesting. Other things had her attention.

Tools lay everywhere on the ground. The red-haired man had worked inside the gray box. Grease from fixing the ride made his sleeves dirty. Most of the tools came from him. He’d used one, cussed, thrown it down, and grabbed another. Mama always told Jane to put away her things. The man didn’t. And she knew better than to say bad words.

But one tool was not from his work. She’d watched carefully, and it was already on the ground before he came. Perhaps it held a secret, something important to tell who killed the man.

Most everyone stood by the dead man or stared at him or talked about his body. Jane slipped behind the chain that kept everyone out except for the man who fixed the ride and the boy who ran the ride. Nobody noticed her. She knelt, took off a glove, then stretched her hand out, moving it above the ground, over the tools. She stopped when her hand came to the wrench. Taking a deep breath, she snatched it up.

For a moment, she fell, even though she knew she wasn’t moving. A loud hum filled her head. She was no longer inside Jane.

Meaty hands in front of her twist something inside the gray box with the wrench. The man hums a tune. Sometimes he says a word or two of the song and then hums more of it. The man is thinking about the music inside his head. She starts to understand what he is singing. Something about every move you make, every breath you take, I’ll be watching you. Jane thinks the words are funny for a song.

The man stays lost in his song and the work. He doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him—somebody walking on the wood platform leading to where people get on the ride. Whoever it is, stops. Jane wishes the man fixing the ride will look. She realizes he is the dead man, and whoever stands behind him is the killer.

“Yeah, Hersh, I’m working as fast as I can.” He doesn’t turn his head.

Whoever stands behind him says nothing. The man wonders why he’s not being yelled at because the ride is broken, and he hasn’t fixed it yet.

Expecting to be in trouble again, he stops working but doesn’t look. He’s still thinking it’s someone named Hersh behind him. She gets a flash. Hershel McCabe.

The man releases the wrench.

The wrench lay beyond Jane’s fingertips. She knew who killed the man on the ride and rushed to Cavendish and Pike.

“I know who did it.” She took a deep breath. “I know who killed the man.”

Pike’s brow furrowed as a low growl came from him. “You do?”

“I touched the wrench. The guy who killed him is someone named Hersh. Hershel McCabe.” They’d be happy she solved the crime.

“What the Sam Hill is she talking about?” The sheriff eyed her as if she had done something bad, and she feared he might arrest her. That scared her.

The man with red hair, who’d been talking to Cavendish and Pike, marched toward her. “My name is Hershel McCabe.”

Suddenly she wanted to throw up and run away.

“Who told you I killed him?” the man called Hersh said. “Are you crazy or stupid?” He turned to Pike. “This is bullshit.”

Pike waved his hand. “Settle down.” He eyed Jane again. “Where did you get a notion like that?”

Jane’s voice vanished. Her legs shook. She wanted to go home.

“Sometimes she gets excited and says things.” Alex touched Jane’s shoulder. “Let’s go wait over here. 0kay?”

She was happy Alex came to help her.

Next time she’d not tell anyone anything.

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Book Blitz: Nor the Battle to the Strong by Mary D. Brooks

 

Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, Mystery

Date Published:  January 21, 2017

 

On sale for $.99 March 12-17    Normally $3.99

 

Will Justice For One Have Life Threatening Repercussions For Many? Eva and Zoe return in the sixth novel of the award winning historical lesbian romance series imbued with urban fantasy and mystery.

 On the night of November 9, 1938 in Berlin, Germany a teenager’s life was forever changed. Sent to the village of Aiden at the foothills of the Bavarian Alps, body and mind were shattered in the brutal Aiden Research Facility. Eighteen years later, Eva Lambros is no longer a teenager but a wealthy heiress. She is poised and confident with the family she has always wanted but there is one last obstacle she must overcome. Together with her partner, the formidable Zoe Lambros, they travel to Aiden to open a memorial to the hundreds of souls that lost their lives. Aiden left Eva with debilitating mental constraints that have taken years to overcome but is she ready to confront and overcome her greatest fear?

 Zoe not only has to contend with Eva’s state of mind, but she is also pulled into a mystery that involves a woman’s search for justice amidst shocking revelations that reaches into the upper echelons of Aiden society.

 The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong…

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 Zoe shivered as the wind picked up and swirled the fallen leaves around her feet. The tree branches above her head had started to sway in the wind and brushed against her head scarf. She looked around the grounds, which were cast in shadows. It was a moonless night and the smell of rain hung in the air adding to her growing annoyance. They were standing just outside their backdoor. Eva had one hand resting on the panel, and Zoe put her arms around her waist and rested her head against her back.

“It’s getting cold. Can we hurry up?”
Zoe heard Eva’s quiet chuckle as she went about unlocking the door. “You have the patience of a flea, and just so you know, the flea is probably deeply offended,” Eva whispered making both of them laugh. A soft click was all that was heard when Eva slid the bolt as quietly as she could make it. “All done.”
“What was that?”
“That was the bolt, love. I muffled the noise.”
It still amazed Zoe every time she saw Eva use one of her gifts.
Eva slowly pushed the door open only to hear a loud scraping noise. She turned around and stared wide eyed at Zoe.
“What is a chair doing there?”
Zoe sighed. “My fault. I told Berta to put a chair there.”
“You do know that if someone wanted to break in, they can go through those large windows?”
“It made sense at the time,” Zoe whispered as they entered the kitchen.
“I love you dearly but sometimes you just do the funniest things.”
“I know.” Zoe giggled. She pulled Eva’s shirt and Eva stopped and turned around. “Can you feel them?”
“Yes. Two humans.”
“At least they’re not demons, because that would require more than my gun.”
“I’m pretty sure even the demons fear you.”
“Ha ha, smarty pants. Let’s go scare the idiots inside. They are bound to have heard the chair.”
“Maybe they didn’t.”
A gentle thump-thump above their heads indicated whoever was up there was on the move. “Okay, let’s go.” Zoe took the safety lock off her gun. She was about to move forward when she felt Eva’s arms around her. They held each other for a moment and then Eva kissed her on the head. Without another word, Zoe edged forward with Eva behind her. Eva’s height was enough to warn Zoe if anything was coming and she had a clear line of sight to whatever was coming towards them.
Zoe came to the entrance of the living room and stopped. She looked up into the darkened ceiling. The intruders were up there and they were slowly heading their way.
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About the Author

A geek with too many imaginary friends who speak different languages (knew those language classes would come in handy). Historical romance and urban fantasy storyteller and addicted to stories and song about strength and courage. I play well with others (for an introvert) but then retreat to talk and write about my imaginary friends.  Passionate about lots of things that inspire the mind (art/design, psychology, science and tech) that sets my muse on fire (she’s a busy lady!).

 

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Regeneration by Stacey Berg

On Tour March 13-April 1, 2017

 

Book Details
Genre: Sci-Fi
Published by: Harper Voyager
Publication Date: March 14th 2017
Number of Pages: 384
Series: Echo Hunter 367, #2
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Synopsis:

The Church has stood for hundreds of years, preserving the sole surviving city in a desert wasteland. When Echo Hunter 367 is sent out past the Church’s farthest outposts, she’s sure it’s a suicide mission. But just when she’s about to give up hope, she finds the impossible – another thriving community, lush and green, with a counsel of leaders who take her in.

Wary of this new society, with ways so different from the only life she’s ever known, Echo is determined to complete her mission and bring hope back to the Church. She’s unsure who she can trust, and must be strong and not be seduced by their clean, fresh water, and plentiful energy sources. If she plays her cards right, she may even still have a chance to save the woman she loves.

Excerpt:

Echo Hunter 367 studied the dying woman in the desert with grudging admiration. The woman had walked long past what might reasonably be expected, if that lurching stagger could be called a walk. When she couldn’t walk any more she had crawled, and after that she had dragged herself along, fingers clawing through sand until they clutched some purchase, body scraping over rocks and debris, heedless of the damage. Now and then she made a noise, a purely animal grunt of effort or pain, but she forced herself onward, all the way until the end.

I smell the water.

Desperate as the woman was, she had still been cautious. Though an incalculable distance from any familiar place, she still recognized danger: the wind-borne sand that scoured exposed skin clean to the bone, the predators that stalked patiently in the shadows for prey too weak to flee. The cliff edge that a careless girl could slip over, body suspended in space for the briefest moment before her hands tore through the thornbush, then the long hard fall.

Echo jerked back from that imagined edge. It was her last purposeful movement. From some great height, she watched herself collapse in the sand. One grasping hand, nails torn, knuckles bloody, landed only a few meters from the spring’s cool water, but she never knew it. For a little while her body twitched in irregular spasms, then those too stilled. Only her lips moved, cracking into a bloody smile. “Lia,” she whispered. “Lia.” Then she fell into the dark.

For a long time there was no sound except water trickling in a death rattle over stones.

Then the high whine of engines scattered the circling predators. Pain returned first, of course. Every inch of skin burned, blistered by sun or rubbed raw by the sand that had worked its way inside the desert-proof clothing. Her muscles ached from too long an effort with no fuel and insufficient water, and her head pounded without mercy. Even the movement of air in and out of her lungs hurt, as if she had inhaled fire. But that pain meant she was breathing, and if she was breathing she still had to fight. With enormous effort she dragged open her eyes, only to meet a blinding brightness. She made a sound, and tasted hot salt as her lips cracked open again. “Shhh,” a soft voice said. “Shhh.” Something cool, smelling of resin and water, settled over her eyes, shielding them from the glare. A cloth dabbed at her mouth, then a finger smoothed ointment over her lips, softening them so they wouldn’t split further when she was finally able to speak. Lia, she thought, letting herself rest in that gentle strength until the pain subsided into manageable inputs. Then she began to take stock.

She lay on something soft, not the rock that had made her bed for so many weeks, although her abused flesh still ached at every pressure point. The air felt cool but still, unlike the probing desert wind, and it carried, beyond the herbal tang, a scent rich and round, unlike the silica sharpness of sand she’d grown so accustomed to. Filtered through the cloth over her eyes, the light seemed diffuse, too dim for the sun. Indoors, then, and not a temporary shelter, but a place with thick walls, and a bed, and someone with sufficient resources to retrieve a dying woman from the desert, and a reason to do so. But what that reason might be eluded her. The Church would never rescue a failure.

Unless the Saint commanded it.

She mustered all her strength and dragged the cloth from her eyes. She blinked away grit until the blurred oval hovering above her took on distinct features, the soft line of the cheek, the gently curving lips. Lia, she thought again, and in her weakness tears washed the vision away. She wiped her eyes with a trembling hand.

And stared into the face of an utter stranger.

Excerpt from Regeneration by Stacey Berg. Copyright © 2017 by Stacey Berg. Reproduced with permission from Harper Voyager. All rights reserved.

 

About the Author

Stacey Berg

 

Stacey Berg is a medical researcher who writes speculative fiction. Her work as a physician-scientist provides the inspiration for many of her stories. She lives with her wife in Houston and is a member of the Writers’ League of Texas. When she’s not writing, she practices kung fu and runs half marathons.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Woodman Series by G.H. Bright

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The Roads of Hell
The Woodman, Book 1
By G.H. Bright
Genre: Post Apocalyptic, Dystopian, SciFi
POST APOCALYPTIC, yet so much more!
“Modified Ebola has decimated the globe, handfuls of survivors eke out an
existence whilst others are intent on building from the ashes a world
of unimaginable pain and horror. The Woodman fights to keep the world
from tipping completely over the edge whilst battling his own demons.
Imagine a world where nothing is easy. No electricity, electronic
communications fuel or running water. Imagine that world came so fast
there was nothing you could do about it. No preparation, no
stockpiling of goods. One day you flick a switch and a fire comes on,
the next day you need to learn to make fire to get warm and keep
animals away.
No law, no order, survival of the fittest is the name of the game. From
seven billion human beings to a few million spread out across the
globe almost overnight.
Ebola has attacked the human race, virtually wiping it from the face of the
planet. For those who survived, the struggle is just beginning and
for some the nightmare is just starting.
A madman, now free of prison hospital builds an army and marches on
Coast Town with the intent of taking for his own ends. Coast Town is
a haven on the south coast of England, a refuse for the few survivors
to gather and start again. Three years on from the dark day when
Ebola first struck, the people face another challenge, this one
perhaps all the more frightening because it might not kill you, just
enslave.
Duke Woods, The Woodman, stands in the way of the madman. Duke has the
power to stop him and a score to settle, too. With the help of
another man, a new friend, they take the battle to the madman known
as The Black Pope.
Will Duke survive?
Can The Black Pope be beaten?
Will the Ebola virus, known to all as The Death, return?
As Duke’s past comes back to haunt him so the battle for life takes off,
with not only his life in the balance but that of Coast Town,too.
CONTAINS CONTENT SOME READERS MIGHT FIND DISTURBING.
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The Fires of Hell
The Woodman Book 2
This second instalment starts six weeks after Book one, the Roads of Hell,
finished.
The reluctant hero in the making, Duke Woods, The Woodman, has contracted
Ebola, otherwise known simply as “The Death”.
The Black Pope is still alive and kicking, unknown to most, and The
Woodman has a new friend.
Michelle, a six-year-old girl remains at his side watching and waiting whilst
The Death ravages his body. Hannah, the love of his life is not
allowed near them in case she and the child she carries become
infected and the communities, at the news of his contagion, go into
lock-down.
Hannah is nearly six months pregnant, Sue is seven months into her
pregnancy, and several other women are carrying babies too.
As Duke recovers, he finds the Army is still in place and helping
everyone it can, and the Elders are still unable to achieve even the
simplest of things. Coast Town looks to be thriving again with the
new influx of people but as always, trouble is just around the corner
and new horror surfaces.
Just when things looks good for the survivor’s, just as they begin to
grasp skills forgotten, new evils and hard times rush to compound
issues and make life a far greater struggle than it already was. The
Death wiped out 90% of Mankind; illness and disease took even more.
Those that lived through it, instead of banding together, seem unable to
change their ways and people find they still have to fight Mankind’s
greatest enemy, Mankind itself.
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The Gates of Hell
The Woodman Book 3
This instalment begins six hours after Duke Woods, AKA The Woodman, has
decided he must leave Coast Town.
If he leaves, they stand a chance of negotiation with the small army
coming their way and he gets to go home to his family. If he stays,
the army will want his head. He has to try and flee, regardless of
how it looks to others.
The ‘reluctant hero in the making’, fights his way out with bow and
arrow, and arrives home only to find his family in mortal danger.
Then, in a twist of fate; Duke is taken prisoner and escorted to
Dover Castle. There he has, under threat of death, to fight for his
freedom and his sanity as the true horrors of a madman come to light.
Seth Windsor is insane and out for blood, a truly bad concoction, and
he will only be happy when Duke is forced to fight for his life.
Sue goes to other lands to start a new and joyful life whilst Coast Town
burns; only to find the sweet talking man was really a serpent in
disguise.
Duke fights evil time and again, fashioning himself unwittingly into a
hero regardless of his wish to not be.
Years of peace follow, communities come together, trade together and grow,
and a network of towns and villages live in harmony with the people
of the woods. Harmony that is, until evil rears its ugly head once
more in the form of feral kids linked to Seth Windsor. The Death is
still out there, perhaps it always will be, and evil men still
rampage across the lands too. The peace is shattered by these feral
kids and a new terror from the north. Will peace ever really come to
The Woodman?

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Cover Reveal: Break of Day by Andie J. Christopher

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BREAK OF DAY
by Andie J.Christopher
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 9/12/2017
One Mistake
Carla Hernandez needs to drop off the
glamorous Miami grid. Her aunt’s house in Havana seems the perfect
place to get over being dumped by her fiancé—and figure out why
she keeps messing up her life. But photojournalist Jonah Kane’s
unexpected presence is one sizzling mistake she’s hungry to make.
One Temptation
Jonah thought his favorite Cuban refuge
would help him get some badly-needed peace. Still, he’s ridden out
way worse than the tropical storm trapping him with Carla. And he’s
going to handle this spoiled little princess on his own dominant,
seductive terms just until the storm is over. Too bad this sexy wild
card only makes him only want more. And more . . .
No Restraints
Now Carla’s back home—but not quite
alone. When her baby is born, she’s going to raise it on her own,
no matter how much she still burns for Jonah. But Jonah can’t get
over her irrepressible spirit or the passion they shared. And trying
to walk away is only making things too hot to resist . . .
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Andie J. Christopher writes edgy,
funny, sexy contemporary romance. She grew up in a family of
voracious readers, and picked up her first Harlequin romance novel at
age twelve when she’d finished reading everything else in her
grandmother’s house. It was love at first read. It wasn’t too
long before she started writing my own stories—her first heroine
drank Campari and wore a lot of Esprit. Andie holds a bachelor’s
degree from the University of Notre Dame in economics and art history
(summa cum laude), and a JD from Stanford Law School. She lives in
Washington, DC, with a very funny French Bulldog named Gus.
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Book Blitz: Blood Shackles by Rosemary A. Johns

 

Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

Date Published:  November 2016

Publisher: Fantasy Rebel Limited

 

Blood Shackles is on sale March 13th – March 17th for $.99 – Normal Price is $2.99

 

What happens when SPARTACUS meets VAMPIRES?

 In a divided paranormal London, Light is the bad boy vampire of the Blood Lifer world. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows. But not now. When he’s bought by his alluring Mistress, Light fights to escape. Even if he can’t escape their love. But if he doesn’t, he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club…

 WELCOME TO THE BLOOD CLUB

Who are these ruthless humans? Who’s their brutal leader? And who betrayed the secret of the Blood Lifer world?

 WHERE THE PREDATORS

London, Primrose Hill. Grayse is the commanding slaver’s daughter. She buys Light, like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk everything – even his new love – to save them?

 BECOME THE PREY

Does a chilling conspiracy lie behind it all? A stunning revelation leads Light to an inconceivable truth. To the dark heart of the Blood Club. If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and his whole species from slavery.

 Maybe he can even save himself.

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Excerpt

You grabbed my hand, dragging me after you down the warren of side streets behind the shops.

It was pelting down now. Even though I was soaked, I was still buzzing from the barney.

At last you stopped, shoving me up against a brick wall at the back entrance to a butcher’s.

 ‘Look,’ I said hurriedly, ‘I’m sorry about–’

‘Thanks.’

Questioningly, I tilted my nut. Your lips were close to mine. All I’d need to do was…

You pulled back (of course you bloody did), even if you were still clutching onto me, as if my body was yours.

Because no matter what other nasties you might do with it, you’d never kiss your slave, would you?

Then you suddenly hauled me closer, and we were snogging.

At that moment, none of it meant anything.

Slave or Mistress. First Lifer or Blood.

It never does when skin meets skin. It was just Light and Grayse. 

So it was a good kiss. To me, it changed everything. But to you..?

‘If you would be so kind, some of us are trying to feed in peace.’ A nasal but polite Turkish Blood Lifer popped his nut up from further down the alley.

He licked down the neck of a twitching First Lifer bird, who was propped up against a skip.

When you shrieked and tried to jerk away, I held you still by the wrist.

I shrugged. ‘Yeah, my mistake.’

Your peepers were now flint.

I started edging you backwards out of the shadows. Now wasn’t the time to give you a crash course on Blood Lifer dinner etiquette.

It seems, however, that our Turkish friend was determined to educate me. ‘You know, young one, it is most inconsiderate to interrupt a fellow’s kill. I had no intention to do so with yours.’ Continue reading

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Fixing Sydney by Diane Zparkki

 

Young Adult Romantic Suspense

Date Published:  August 1 2016

 

Sydney Sommer’s world fell apart after senior prom. Since then, her life had become a constant loop of unfortunate scenarios that kept her in constant fear of what might be lurking around the next corner. Her trust in others was at a standstill. Even those who were closest to her were held at a distance.

After serving active duty overseas, Jaxon Triggs moved away from his hometown, hoping the change in scenery would help him build a new future for himself. What he wasn’t expecting was to fall for a girl who was broken.

From the first moment Jaxon laid eyes on Sydney, he was curious. He became determined to do everything he could to break through the armor Sydney held around her so securely. His instinct to protect her and keep her safe kicked in as the dangers she encountered became more personal.

With dread always looming close by and secrets discovered, would Sydney be able to handle the new changes in her life yet heal at the same time?

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About the Author

Diane Zparkki——lives in the greater Toronto area. She is a working mom, and with her husband, she has raised three great kids. She is a thrill seeker who usually drags her family along with her.

She was never a big reader or writer in her youth—Coles Notes were her best friend through college. Her enthusiasm for reading came later in life when she joined a book club. She loved those books, but she wanted raw, simple, and happily ever after with a bit of get down and dirty. That was when her love for bad boys on a Harley was set in motion.

After reading so many books, her mind started to create her first story, and she needed to get it out.

Fixing Sydney of the Branson’s Kind of Love trilogy is her first book, and she hopes you enjoy it as much as she has enjoyed having these characters running around in her head.

 

Contact Information

Website: www.Dianezparkki.com

Facebook: Dianezparkki@facebook.com

Twitter: @dianezparkki

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