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Heel, Lead Book Tour & Giveaway

 
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction
Publisher: Lyra Publishing
Publication Date: August 4, 2017
Pages: 200
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Because life is one big ballroom – and all we can do is dance… Former UK
dance champion Caroline Elliott has two burning passions in her life:
her sexy, young Spanish lover Antonio, and the weekly Ballroom dance
class she teaches to a diverse group of enthusiastic locals in the
small English town of Castleham where she lives. But Caroline has a
problem. The numbers attending her class have dwindled, and unless
she can somehow breathe new life into it, she will have no choice but
to close it down. A dance display at the local Arts Festival might
just be the perfect opportunity to showcase her students and pull in
those much-needed new members. How difficult could it be? With the
date of the display approaching, however, illness, affairs and
relationship break-ups threaten to crush Caroline’s hopes. As she
battles to keep rehearsals on track and soothe her students’
rampant nerves, she must also conquer the demons of a long-ago
tragedy in her own life. Will she be able to let go of her fears and
step into the spotlight once again? Heel Lead is an emotional,
passionate and poignant story that entertains while it tugs at your
heartstrings. In this short yet compelling novel, author Dawn K.
Henderson presents a captivating tale of the power of love, dance and
the ties that bind us.

Are you really up for this mad plan of Caroline’s?’ Mike plonked the tray of drinks down onto the table. After class, he and Jeannette had headed straight for the pub with Trash and Donna as they usually did. Tonight, Graham and Laura had joined them to discuss Caroline’s proposal. ‘White wine. That’s yours, Laura. Pint of Molecatcher for you, Trash. Jeannette, were you the coffee?’

Why not? What’s so scary about it?’ Graham challenged with a twinkle in his eye.

Aside from a hundred pairs of eyes watching eagerly for us to cock it up, you mean?’

Oh, come on. No-one will have a clue if we go wrong.’

Mike squeezed onto the window bench next to his wife. He didn’t look convinced.

I think that’s right.’ Donna’s nose screwed up prettily as she rummaged in her memory. ‘No, give up. Can’t remember who said it, but I do remember hearing it somewhere.’

What?’ Donna had a habit of talking in part sentences as if everyone else had an idea of what she was going on about.

As long as your top half looks good, and you look as if you know what you are doing – you know, brazen it out. Act with total confidence – your feet can get away with anything. No-one looks at your feet unless you do. They’ll all be watching your head and body.’

Rubbish!’

No, it’s true. Think about it. When you’re at a dance, do you watch people’s feet or their heads?’

She’s got a point,’ Trash conceded reluctantly.

Come on, Trash. What d’you say? Let’s go for it.’

He gazed down at her. ‘You really want to, Button?’

She nodded vigorously. ‘Yes. Apart from anything else, it’ll be fun. More importantly, it’ll help Caroline. I don’t want her class to fold and I know you don’t either.’

OK.’ He looked across at Graham. ‘I guess we’re in too. What about you, Mike?’

Mike was slouched back in the corner of the window seat looking unhappy, like a cornered animal who had nowhere to run. ‘If you lot are in, I suppose we have to be as well. Can’t let you take all the glory.’

We are quite prepared to be outshone by your supple hips and svelte, elegant physique.’ Graham’s straight face was a triumph.

Bugger off, old man.’ There was affection, not irritation, in Mike’s words. ‘What do you say, Jeannette?’

I’m totally up for it, even if just thinking about it makes me feel so nervous I want to run and hide in a cupboard. Caroline needs our help and she deserves to get it.’

That’s settled then.’ Laura leaned back, satisfied. ‘If we’re all in, and Angela has already decreed that she and Stuart will take part, that only leaves Issy and Liam.’

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Dawn K. Henderson: Storyteller, poet & author
Goddess in training and ballroom diva (at least in her imagination)
12 years ago, Dawn walked into her first Ballroom dance class and the
love affair began. Since then she has tango’d and quickstepped,
waltzed and rumba’d through life. Although at the time of writing
Heel Lead, she is without a permanent dance partner, she is fortunate
enough to have good friends who lend her their men occasionally –
she usually hands them back undamaged.
As D. K. Henderson, she is the author of The Skull Chronicles series of
metaphysical adventure novels .
She lives and writes in the mystical, magical county of Wiltshire,
England surrounded by crop circles, the ancient & mysterious
stone monuments of Stonehenge and Avebury, and her own family of
crystal skulls. When she isn’t wandering the ancient downlands that
inspire her novels and poetry, you’ll probably find her pottering in
the garden, foraging in the hedgerows or attempting a nifty Cha cha
or elegant Waltz on the dance floor.

Connect with Dawn 
 
 
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Brainrush Series Book Tour & Giveaway

An “international thriller with soul.”  Features a broad cast of characters with kids playing significant roles. Ideal reading for fans of Michael Crichton, Clive Cussler, James Rollins, Brad Thor, Dan Brown, Matthew Reilly, Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, and Vince Flynn.
Brainrush Series Summary
Brainrush is a story about second chances, and embracing every day of your life as
though it’s your last. Called “a terrifically entertaining
thriller” by Publishers Weekly, Book-1 of the series was named The
Wall Street Journal
#1 Bestselling Action/Adventure in their
Guide to Self-Published Big Sellers, while Book-2 was on the
Top-10 Amazon Mystery/Thriller Top Rated list for 53-straight
weeks
. This set the stage for the blockbuster release of the
third book in the series, which was heralded by Suspense Magazine
as “part science fiction, part thriller, part suspense, part love
story, and part mystery. It’s got it all and that’s what makes
this novel one of the best.” The characters live on in the final
four books of the series. Books 4 & 5 were released in 2014, and
were met with rave reviews that outpaced even those from the first
three books. Book-5 was named “one of the best books of the year”
by IndieReader.com. The final two books in the series, No
Refuge
and Against All Odds are available now, and they
promise to keep you on the edge of your seat in a fashion that lives
up to what the series is all about—a thought-provoking, soulful and
satisfying rush that will keep you gasping long after the final page.
Get the first three
books in a box set!!
 
 
 
Brainrush
Brainrush Series Book 1
by Richard Bard
Genre: Action/Adventure Thriller, Romantic Suspense
Publishers Weekly heralded
the first book in Richard Bard’s 
Brainrush thriller
series as “terrifically entertaining” and “inventive
and compelling.” It went on to earn 
The Wall Street Journal’s #1
Action/Adventure slot in the 
Guide
to Self-Published Big Sellers
 list.
Before he slid into the MRI machine, Jake Bronson was just an ordinary guy
with terminal cancer. But when an earthquake hits during the
procedure, Jake staggers from the wreckage a profoundly changed man,
now endowed with uncanny mental abilities.

An ocean away, Luciano Battista wants a piece of Jake’s talent. Posing
as a pioneering scientist, the terrorist leader has been conducting
cerebral-implant experiments in a sinister quest to create a breed of
super jihadist agents…and Jake’s altered brain may be the key to
his success. But Jake refuses to play the pawn in an unholy war–and
when an innocent woman and autistic child are taken hostage to force
his cooperation, he embarks on a jihad of his own. Jake and his band
of loyal friends are thrust into a deadly chase that leads from the
canals of Venice through Monte Carlo and finally to an ancient cavern
in the Hindu Kush mountains of Afghanistan–where Jake discovers that
his newfound talents carry a hidden price that threatens the entire
human race.

An “international thriller with soul.” Ideal reading for fans
of Michael Crichton, Clive Cussler, James Rollins, Brad Thor, Dan
Brown, Matthew Reilly, Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, and Vince Flynn.

Get the First Book FREE!!
The Enemy of My Enemy
Brainrush Series Book 2
 
The Enemy of My Enemy (Brainrush
2) became the Amazon #1 Top Rated (best reviewed) Mystery/Thriller,
AND the #1 Top Rated Action/Adventure within one month of its
release. It maintained the #1 or #2 slots 
for 10 straight months.
Bestselling author Richard Bard returns with his highly rated Brainrush thriller
series, pitting hero Jake Bronson against his jihadist nemesis–and a
new bioweapon that threatens the soul of every mother in
America.
When a freak accident gave Jake Bronson near-superhuman mental powers and
landed his loved ones in the crosshairs of an Islamic terrorist, the
only way out was with guns blazing. But Jake was unable to put a stop
to his nightmares or his murderous nemesis, Luciano Battista, in that
ferocious Afghan mountains showdown. Now the terror czar and his
minions have brought the fight to American soil–along with the most
terrifying bioweapon that has ever threatened the free world. They
demand vengeance, and Jake’s family and friends are caught in the
crossfire.

From California’s beaches and Mexico’s deserts to the depths of a raging
underground river and the treacherous Venezuelan jungle, Jake and his
unlikely alliance of combat veterans and gangsters wage a rolling war
of wits, weapons, and indomitable will–to rescue those they love, to
save America from extinction, and to stop a madman’s bid for global
conquest dead in its tracks.

Beyond Judgment
Brainrush Series Book 3
 
With Publishers Weekly heralding
the first book in his 
Brainrush thriller
series as “terrifically entertaining” and “inventive
and compelling,” and Book-2 holding a death grip on the #1 or #2
slots of the Amazon Top-Rated (best reviewed)
Mystery/Thriller 
and Action/Adventure
lists for 10 straight months, 
Beyond Judgment,
the third in the series, sees hero Jake Bronson at the mercy of his
hidden past.
After waking up with amnesia from a six-year coma, Jake Bronson’s past is
lost to him. But that doesn’t mean the past hasn’t been looking for
him–or that it will let him live when it finally catches up.

Jake’s placid, anonymous life in Italy is shattered by the arrival of an
assassination squad hell-bent on eliminating him–and he has no idea
why he’s in their crosshairs. He’s saved only when an American
scientist intervenes, wielding strange technology that briefly
reactivates Jake’s dormant memories and deadly skills. As unknown
enemies continue to hound Jake’s every step, the scientist helps him
reconnect with lost friends and loved ones who believed him long
dead.

Any happy reunion is forfeit, though, as Jake’s murky history and
mysterious talents conceal a terrible secret that–should it fall
into the wrong hands–could trigger the extinction of the human race.
Averting this apocalypse means Jake must risk everything to reawaken
his true self and stop an ancient order from unleashing humanity’s
ultimate judgment. 

 
 
Brainchild
Brainrush Series Book 4
 
The first three books in #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author Richard Bard’s 
Brainrush series
garnered over 2,000 Amazon 5-Star reviews, setting the stage for the
continuing story spanning three continents and two more books.
With 
Brainchild (Brainrush 4) called “a high-speed thriller that ignites pages
with scenes of action and suspense” by Kirkus Reviews,
and 
Smoke & Mirrors (Brainrush 5) named “best
book of the year”
 by IndieReader.com, this
mind-gripping adventure is sure to capture the imagination long after
the final heart-stopping chapter.

gifted boy forced to grow up too fast… A father who will do anything to protect him… A madman bent on destroying them both.

In Amsterdam, a visionary scientist is laying the groundwork for a
cybernetic life-extension project that will transfer individual
consciousness to a personalized avatar. Halfway around the world, his
brilliant grandson is secretly planning to use the same technology to
infiltrate the world’s most secure networks. But the scientific
advances necessary to perfect the brain-to-computer interface are
slow in coming, too slow for the aging founder of the Everlast
foundation–who may die before realizing his dream of
immortality–and too slow for his ruthless grandson, who will stop at
nothing to attain the recognition that is his birthright.

Caught in the middle are Jake Bronson and his seven-year-old son, Alex,
whose combined mental gifts might provide the key to leapfrogging the
impasse.

When Jake’s family and closest friends are simultaneously abducted in a
globally coordinated kidnapping scheme, he races across two
continents before uncovering the first clue to their whereabouts,
unaware that his hostage son and teenage siblings crash-landed in the
jungles of South China, where they must find every ounce of their
courage and wits to survive the wilds and escape the ruthless drug
lord who is hot on their heels. Can a seven-year-old boy learn to
kill to save his family?

 
 
Smoke & Mirrors
Brainrush Series Book 5
 
Named “Best Book of the Year!” by IndieReader.com Smoke & Mirrors (Brainrush
5) is the exciting conclusion to 
Brainchild,
Book-4 of the 
Brainrush series. A gifted boy forced to grow up too fast… A father who will do
anything to protect him… A madman bent on destroying them
both.

Jake Bronson and his seven-year-old son, Alex, possess mental gifts that
could provide the missing link to a cybernetic life-extension project
that will transfer individual consciousness to a personalized avatar.
But those same gifts are sought by a Chinese underworld mastermind
who will use them to infiltrate the world’s most secure networks.

As the story continues from Book-4 of the Brainrush series, Alex and his
brother and his sister are lost, and Jake’s wife and best friends
have been taken hostage. Jake will risk everything to save them, and
he is thrust into a frantic race that takes him from the back alleys
of Hong Kong to the depths of the South China jungles, where he must
lever every scrap of his failing abilities to rescue his loved ones
and crush a madman’s plans to bring the world to its knees.

No Refuge
Brainrush Series Book 6
 
#1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author Richard Bard, who entertained fans with his wildly
successful 
Brainrush thriller
series, now unleashes the heart-pounding series finale in a two-book
ride that will take your breath away.
Jake Bronson’s family and friends are mourning him. They’d watched as he
sacrificed himself so their lives could return to normal. But normal
wasn’t to be. The megalomaniac whom Jake had killed during his
suicide assault left a legacy of videos that damn Jake and everyone
associated with him, leading to a price being put on their heads,
dead or alive. They go to ground, unaware their every move is being
tracked by a new breed of young, tech-savvy jihadists about to
unleash vengeance on America’s homeland–with Jake’s family and the
unsuspecting citizens of Los Angeles in their crosshairs.

As the jaws of the terrorist trap begin to close, Jake’s eight-year-old
son, Alex, faces a threat of his own. He carries a deadly secret that
endangers the world, and now that his father is dead, Alex is the
only one who can deal with it. He slips away to heed the call of
unearthly visions that demand his presence, and his journey draws him
to the back alleys of Bogota, Columbia, where he encounters a group
of terminally ill orphans. One of their siblings has been abducted by
child traffickers. Alex can’t ignore their cry for help, and the
unlikely alliance plans a nothing-to-lose rescue mission that has
little chance of success.

But the bloodthirsty outcry against Alex’s family and friends reaches
beyond those who wish them harm, as do the visions that reveal their
dark secrets to Alex. Help is on the way…

Against All Odds
Brainrush Series Book 7
 
The highly anticipated series finale to the #1 Wall
Street Journal
 bestseller Publishers Weekly called
“a terrifically entertaining thriller!”
In this conclusion to Richard Bard’s popular Brainrush series,
Jake Bronson’s family and friends face their biggest threat ever. The
startling challenges revealed in 
No Refuge (book
6) are coming to a head, and the team must wrest every resource
available to them in hopes of preventing a terror-driven cataclysm
unlike anything America has seen.

But the menace from within America’s borders pales by comparison to the
global threat revealed to 8-year-old Alex Bronson in a series of
otherworldly visions. And Alex isn’t the only one targeted by the
mind-bending revelations.

The stakes are higher than ever. The fates of America and the world hang
in the balance, and Jake Bronson’s family and friends must risk
everything to tip the scales against evil.

Releases September 12th!!
 
 
 
Gifted
A Brainrush Novella
 
From #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author Richard Bard comes a heart-pounding adventure of love,
loyalty, and survival – as a gifted child faces the ultimate question
of whether or not he can kill in order to save his loved ones.
A gifted 7-year-old boy and his teen siblings are ripped from their
peaceful lives–kidnapped by a sinister organization determined to
get back at their father. But when their plane crashes an ocean away
in the bear-infested jungles of South China, the mysterious motive
behind their abduction is the least of their problems, and they must
lever every ounce of their courage and wits to survive the wilds and
escape the ruthless drug lord who is hot on their heels.

Important Note: Gifted is a compilation novella taken from the Brainrush thriller
novels 
Brainchild and Smoke & Mirrors, which
are books four and five of the series. If you’ve read those
full-length novels, then you’ve already read most of the contents of
this novella. If you’d prefer to read the entire series from start to
finish, then you’ll be happy to learn that 
Brainrush
(Book-1)
 is
currently available FREE. 

FREE on Amazon!
Veterans Administration Medical Center
Santa Monica, California
JAKE BRONSON SPENT THE PAST two weeks preparing to die. He just didn’t want to do it today, trapped in this MRI scanner.
The table jiggled beneath him. He was on his way into the narrow tube like a nineteenth century artillery round being shoved into a cannon. The glassy-eyed gaze of the bored VA
medical technician hovered over him, a yellow mustard stain on the sleeve of his lab coat.

Comforting.

“Keep your head perfectly still,” the tech said.
Yeah, right, like he had any choice with the two-inch-wide strap they had cinched over his forehead. Another wiggle and the lip of the tunnel passed into view above him. Jake squeezed his eyes closed, anxious to ignore the curved walls sliding by just an inch from his nose. Three deep breaths and the table jerked to a stop. He was in, cocooned from head to toe. He heard the soft whir of the ventilation fan turn on at his feet. The breeze chilled the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.

The tech’s scratchy-sounding voice came over the speakers in the chamber. “Mr. Bronson, if you can hear me, press the button.”
A panic switch. Hadn’t he been in a constant state of panic ever since the doctors told him his disease was terminal? He’d agreed to this final test so he’d know how many months he had left to live, to make at least one positive difference in the world. After today, no more doctors. After today, he’d focus on living. Jake pressed the thumb switch gripped in his hand.

“Got it,” the tech said. “If it gets too confining for you in there, just press it again and I’ll pull you out. But remember, we’ll have to start all over again if that happens, so let’s try to get it right the first time, okay? We only need thirty minutes. Here we go.”
Jake’s thumb twitched over the panic button. Crap. He already wanted to push it. He should have accepted the sedative they had offered him in the waiting room. But his friend Marshall had been standing right there, chuckling under his breath when the tech suggested it.
Too late now.
Why the hell was this happening to him again? Cancer once in a lifetime was more than
enough for anyone. But twice? It wasn’t right. He wanted to lash out, but at what? Or whom?

This morning he’d smashed the small TV in his bedroom over a movie trailer for Top Gun 2.
“Coming next fall.” He hated that he was going to miss that one.
The chamber felt like it was closing in on him. A claustrophobic panic sparked in his gut, a churning that grew with each pound of his heart, a hollow reminder of the crushing confines of the collapsible torture box he’d spent so many hours in during the air force’s simulated POW training camp.

Come on, Jake, man up!
Thirty minutes. That was only eighteen hundred seconds. He clenched his teeth and started counting. One, one thousand; two, one thousand; three—
The machine started up with a loud clanking noise. The sound startled him, and his body
twitched.
“Please don’t move, Mr. Bronson.” The tech was irritated.

The tapping noise sounded different than he remembered from the MRI he had ten years ago.
“Lymphoma,” the flight surgeon had said. “Sorry, but you’re grounded.” And just like that,
Jake’s childhood dreams of flying the F-16 were cut short on the day before his first combat mission. The chemo and radiation treatments had sucked. But they worked. The cancer was forced into remission—until two weeks ago, when it reappeared in the form of a tumor in his brain.
The annoying rattle settled into a pattern. Jake let out a deep breath, trying to relax.

Eight, one thousand; nine, one thousand—
Suddenly, the entire chamber jolted violently to the right, as if the machine had been T-boned by a dump truck. Jake’s body twisted hard to one side, but his strapped head couldn’t follow. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and the fingers on his left hand went numb. The fan stopped blowing, the lights went out, and the chamber started shaking like a gallon can in a paint-store agitator.

Earthquake!

A keening whistle from deep within the machine sent shooting pains into Jake’s rattling
skull. A warm wetness pooled in his ears and muffled his hearing.
He squeezed down hard on the panic button, shouting into the darkness, each word trembling with the quake’s vibration. “Get—me—out—of—here!”

No one answered.
He wedged his palms against the sidewalls to brace himself. The surface was warm and
getting hotter.
The air felt charged with electricity. His skin tingled. Sparks skittered along the wall in front of his face, the first sign in the complete darkness that his eyes were still functioning. The acrid scent of electrical smoke filled his nostrils.
Jake’s fists pounded the thick walls of the chamber. He howled, “Somebody—”
His body went rigid. His arms and legs jerked spasmodically in seizure, his head thrown
back. He bit deep into his tongue, and his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. Sharp, burning needles of blinding pain blossomed in the hollow at the back of his skull, wriggling through his brain. His head felt like it was ready to burst.

The earthquake ended as abruptly as it started.
So did the seizure.
Jake sagged into the table, his thumping heart threatening to break through his chest.
Faint voices. His mind lunged for them. He peered down toward his toes. A light flickered on in the outer room. Shadows shifted.

The table jerked beneath him, rolling out into the room. When Jake’s head cleared the outer rim of the machine, two pairs of anxious eyes stared down at him. It was the tech and Jake’s buddy Marshall.
“You okay?” Marshall asked, concern pinching his features.
Jake didn’t know whether he was okay or not. The tech helped him sit up, and Jake spun his legs to the side. He turned his head and spat a bloody glob of saliva on the floor. Holding the panic switch up to the tech, he said, “You may want to get this thing fixed.”
“I’m s-so sorry, Mr. Bronson,” the tech said. “The power went out, and I could barely keep
my balance. I—”
“Forget it,” Jake said, wincing as he reached over his shoulder to massage the back of his
aching neck. He gestured to the smoking chamber. “Just be glad you weren’t strapped down inside that coffin instead of me.” He slid his feet to the floor and stood up.
The room spun around him.
He felt Marshall’s firm grip on his shoulders. “Whoa, slow down, pal,” Marshall said.
“You’re a mess.”
Jake shook his head. His vision steadied. “I’m all right. Just give me a second.” He took a
quick inventory. The feeling had returned to his fingers. Other than a bad neck ache, a sore tongue, and a tingling sensation at the back of his head, there was no major damage. Clutching the corner of the sheet on the table, he wiped at the wetness around his ears. The cotton fabric came away with a pink tinge to it, but no more than that. He stretched his jaw to pop his ears. His hearing was fine.
Using the small sink and wall mirror by the door, Jake used a damp paper towel to make sure he got all the blood from his bitten tongue off his lips and chin. His face didn’t look so bad. The tan helped. His hair was disheveled, but what the hell, sloppy was in, right? And if he could get at least one good night of sleep, his eyes would get back to looking more green than red. It was a younger version of his dad that stared back at him. He sucked in a deep breath, expanding his chest. Six foot two, thirty-five years old—the prime of his life.
Yeah, right.

He tried to sort out just what had happened in that chamber, but the specifics were already hazy, like the fading details of a waking dream. He threw on his T-shirt and jeans and then grabbed his blue chambray shirt from a spike by the door and put that over the tee. As he slipped on his black loafers, he glanced back at the donut-shaped ring of the machine that had almost become his tomb. The seam that traveled around it was charred, with faint wisps of smoke still snaking into the air.
“Never again,” Jake muttered.
On the way out, a pretty nurse grabbed Marshall’s hand and slipped him a folded piece of paper. Jake stifled a smile. Ten to one it was her phone number, though the concerned look Marshall exchanged with her suggested otherwise.
Marshall stuffed the paper in his pocket, turned his back on her with a friendly wave, and followed Jake out the door. “Dude, you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
“Sure.”

But an odd, sporadic buzzing in Jake’s head told him something was very different

Richard Bard draws on his own experiences as a former USAF pilot and cancer
survivor to craft compelling characters who risk it all for love and
loyalty. Born in Munich, Germany, to American parents, he joined the
United States Air Force like his father. But he left the service when
he was diagnosed with cancer and learned he had only months to live.
He earned a management degree from the University of Notre Dame and
ran three successful companies involving advanced security products
used by US embassies and governments worldwide. Now a full-time
writer, he lives in Redondo Beach, California, with his wife and
remains in excellent health.
 
 
 
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The Dragon in the Garden Book Tour & Giveaway

Genre: Epic Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Publication Date: February 19, 2016
Pages: 272

 
There is magic beneath the mundane and in The Dragon in the Garden, Siobhan
Orsini witnesses it all. No lie can fool her, no glamour or illusion
can cloud her Sight. She sees through them all and wishes she could
close her eyes. Returning to face her past, Siobhan inherits her
grandparents’ house in California’s wine country. She encounters
a talking dragon, a hot fallen angel, a demon lord, a Valkyrie, and,
oh yes, her ex-boyfriend. And that is just in the first twenty-four
hours.

It’s time to find out why she has this power.

Siobhan seeks out the Oracle and learns that only her Sight can help
mankind navigate the travails of an ancient war. Our world is the prize
in a battle between the dragons, who would defend us, and Lucifer’s
fallen angels, who seek to take the Earth for themselves. Using her
gift, she will have to make a choice that will decide humanity’s
future.

I woke filled with the dreadful certainty that I was not alone. Blinking, I tried to see around me. In the faint light, I discerned the shape of a man sitting in a chair by the window. I started to cry out when I realized a faint, growing luminosity filled the room. It came from me. I glowed with a silvery light. A slender illuminated cord came off me, traveling upward. Pulses of energy flowed along the cord away from my body, leaving me drained and weak. Movement seemed incredibly difficult, impossible. As my eyes followed the shining strand aloft, I saw in sick horror that some kind of creature hovered above me.

I couldn’t figure out at first if this dreadful phantasm actually lived. Fragile, paper-like skin covered its skeletal frame. She? He? I couldn’t say, but the thing’s emaciation made it difficult to tell if skin actually covered those bones. The thing appeared all cheekbones, its features shrunken and shriveled. The being possessed wild, wispy hair so white it shone in the shimmering glow projected from my body. The strands floated in all directions around the apparition as did its robes, more rags than clothing. I was grateful for anything shrouding any part of the wraith-like figure.

I’ll never, for all my days, be able to explain the dread radiating from its presence. The sensation came from the thing’s eyes. They burned with an electric red, yet, this flame burned in a cold fire, devoid of any warmth or compassion. Though it wore a humanoid form, nothing remotely human emanated from it.

I drew in a breath to scream for Daisy, Turel, anyone. More than anything I wanted to call for help, to be as loud as possible. Instead, I whimpered. No other sound came. The thing turned its withered head to the man in the chair. “Abraxas, it speaks. Never do they talk.”

“That’s because they usually don’t wake up and even if they did, they couldn’t see you,” explained the man named Abraxas. “This one is special.”

“Yes,” it rasped. “I see it is. I like it, so delicious, my ducky.” The thing’s voice rasped as thin and emaciated as its form. The death rattle sound of those words conjured nightmares from the dark corners of my mind, places where nameless terrors lurked, and my fears scurried like beetles under a rock. The faint smell of death and decay clung to the air around us.

“What are you?” I managed to whisper. My voice sounded faint, a breath, nothing more.

The thing floating over me cackled, an insane, evil sound. “Now it speaks to me. I love its fear. See it? So pretty, wants to run and hide, but can barely move.” It drifted an inch or two closer to me and I cringed, but couldn’t look away; it’s hellish eyes consumed me. “Soon it will never move again. Never, ever move, little pig.”

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Erika is a sixth-generation San Franciscan of Irish descent. She attended
the University of California at Davis and completed degrees in
Medieval History and Biological Sciences. A lifelong lover of books
and a scribbler of many tales from a young age (her first story was
completed at age five) she turned to writing full-time in 2011.

On a personal level, she loves spicy food, twilight, dark chocolate (with
sea salt-yum!) and nickel slots at Vegas. Erika lives for time with
friends, a nice glass of red wine, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” &
“Doctor Who” and good conversation. Her favorite things to do are
running, cooking, reading, needlework, gardening… and of course,
writing. Erika’s music of choice is heavy metal. To pick her out in a
lineup you should know that she is very short, fairly loud, and has
dark eyebrows. The rest, as her hero Anne McCaffrey once said in her
bio, “is subject to change without notice”.
Erika resides in Northern California with her incredibly hot husband, their
three amazing kids, and their chocolate Labrador named Selkie. To
reach Erika regarding her books, wine recommendations, or to debate
which Iron Maiden album is the best (clearly, it’s Brave New World)


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Love is Death Book Tour & Giveaway

 Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal
Publisher: Pronoun
Publication Date: November 14, 2016
Pages: 231
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Gina’s plan for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The afterlife is a ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets newly-dead Alec, she can’t help her desire to protect him. Before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him, despite the little voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea. Alec’s goals don’t mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out, they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in the afterlife… love is death.

“Why are you doing this?” Alec asked abruptly.

My breath hitched. I didn’t know how to answer. The same question had plagued me since we’d left the Chinaman’s warehouse. Why was I doing this? I knew the answer in my gut, but I didn’t want to say it.

I did anyway.

“Because I don’t want to see you get hurt ag…”

I barely stopped myself before I said again, then wondered if he’d noticed. I frowned when it became obvious that he had, but thankfully I was turned away from him looking out the windshield.

“What was that?”

“I said I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Did you say again?”

The wiper blades must have swished water off the windshield at least ten times before I said anything. I tried to come up with an excuse, but I finally decided the truth would be the best option.

“Yes. Again.” I looked out the window. I couldn’t bear to see him. “I was there when you got shot.”

“Yes!”

His response surprised me, so I turned around in my seat to look at him.

“I knew I wasn’t crazy.”

I shrugged. “I’m not so sure about that. But how does my being there mean you’re sane?”

“I told Gary that I saw you before I died, and he told me it was impossible. I swore when I first met you that I’d…” His eyes glazed over as if remembering what he’d done. “I asked you for help.”

I forced a smile even though I desperately wanted to cry. “Begged was more like it.”

“But you left.”

I faced forward again. This was precisely the reason I hadn’t wanted to tell him I was there. He didn’t even realize what I’d done for him, the danger I’d put myself in to try to save him. I could have told him but I was filled with rage that I’d even tried, and filled with guilt that I had failed.

“I’m sorry.” Alec sat forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. Like every time he touched me, I felt that incredible heat rushing down my arm and into my core. He shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. In fact, knowing what I know now, I’m glad you left.”

I held my breath to keep myself from saying anything. I wanted to tell him I hadn’t left, but at the same time, I was determined not to.

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Born and raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters spent her fair share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and writing books. Masters has always had extremely vivid dreams, which often spark inspiration for her novels. In 1999, after one such dream, Masters began her first writing project. She has participated in National Novel Writer’s Month every November since 2010. Writing isn’t the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success. Masters now lives in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane Washington with her husband and two wonderful daughters.

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A Confabulated Compendium of Anecdotes Book Tour & Giveaway

 Genre: Steampunk, Fantasy
Publisher: Ocean Reeve Publishing
Publication Date: May 30, 2017
Pages: 87
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A Confabulated Compendium of Anecdotes is a Steampunk speculative collection of tales. The stories, herein, provide a glimpse into the imagination of a most anomalous Author.

Be swept away, if you dare, by sultry maidens with mechanical gadgets, hi-tech flying machines and grinding gears. Peculiar alien forms hell-bent on saving the earth, and a conglomerate of Vamps lead by Count Valdo.

Howbeit, why wait for me to tell you more, turn the book atop and be absorbed in the unputdownable.

CLOCKWORK BRIDE
Nephele’s first marriage ended in tragedy. And her second marriage seems to be headed in the same direction. Why do her husband’s die? Is she cursed? Or is she hiding a secret?

CREEP-TACULAR
Valdo, a direct descendant of Dracula must enlist the help of beautiful Genevieve, a renown Professor. His coven is in peril and without her, their existence will end.

SHADOW WALKERS
Jacques and his hired help, Bertram, find themselves crash landing to Earth, where they realise the extensive damage humans have inflicted upon the fragile environment, and who they thought were enemies, could actually be their friends.

MURDER BY COMIC BOOK
Broderick is a private investigator and his assistant Abbey is an Automaton Humanoid prototype. When a series of murders in the small township of Whiteridge have Broderick baffled. The only clue, the last words of a dying man – Comic Book. He must use unconventional methods to solve the crimes.

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Writing has always been a hobby and cathartic experience for me. Turning my passion into a fulfilling career as an Author has been one of my greatest dreams. I write because creating something that didn’t exist before is as close to magic as I’ll ever get. All you need is imagination.

I’ve always been passionate about storytelling and impressed by the influence it has on people and the decisions they make in life. I love engaging with the projects I work on, diving headfirst into the research, investigation, and production of stories I feel are worth writing about. I am a curious and proactive Author, interested in preserving the foundations set by classical literature by adapting them to modern themes and trends.

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His High Stakes Bride Book Tour & Giveaway

HIS HIGH-STAKES BRIDE
Texan Brides #3
by Martha Hix
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 8/29/2017
 
Win, lose—or fall in love . . .
After losing her mama and all she has, vagabond Patience “Patty” Sweetdreams of reuniting with her father in the New Mexico territory. Soshe teams up with a no-good gambler whose winnings enable her to gether closer to her destination. Patty hates hanging around saloons andpoker parlors, pulling dishonest deeds. But when a game of five-carddraw goes wrong in Lubbock, Texas, Patty gets offered up ascollateral—to a handsome stranger who’s about to turn the tables. . .
Lawyer Grant Kincaid has no intention of claiming his prize—a nearlynineteen-year-old petite beauty with sweet eyes—who has a hold onhim he can’t deny. But as he tries to help Patty untangle herselffrom her shady partner, he discovers she’s not as innocent as sheseems. For starters, she’s already stolen his hardened heart . . .

Lubbock, Texas,
1910 Under a full moon

It is a sad day in a woman’s life when she comes to grips with weakness of character. Today might have been that way for Patience Eileen Sweet, but she couldn’t dwell on something like that. Not this day, which had turned into a warm autumn night in 1910. Not when she intended to escape the mess of her own making. Her papa would have told her, “Patty Cake, proceed with caution.” He always claimed full moons bring babies, lunatics, and any number of disasters, particularly mine cave-ins.

Tonight would bring change; that she knew beforehand. This night unfolded for Patty in a saloon. By the midnight hour the floozies had served their last drinks and were nowhere to be seen, most of the customers having cleared out. The bartender did nothing to cover his yawns. Cigar smoke still curled toward the tin ceiling. Gaming chips still pinged. Three gamblers refused to give in or give up.

Still and all, it would be over soon.

Looking up from her mending, she meant to steal a glance at her “stepbrother,” but she locked gazes with one of the gamblers instead, and not for the first time this evening. The three were close enough that she could get a good look—he was the handsomest man she’d ever seen. As he had the other times, he nodded once. There was a puzzled, curious look to his fine features, certainly not the nasty-old-pervert leer that Dorinda had warned her to look out for.

She did like this man’s black-haired, blue-eyed looks. He wore the garb of a West Texan—a yoked shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons and

denim britches that hugged him just right. His boots were the same kind that cowboys wore, only this ’poke’s weren’t scuffed or worn out. His clothes looked too clean, his hair and chin too smooth for a man of the land. He looked rich.

Patty moved her line of sight to her partner-in-crime, Chet Merkel. It was his turn to deal, and she could tell he was losing at five-card stud. They couldn’t afford for him to lose, not even for one evening, yet she prayed for his bad luck.

She knew what his next move would be. He’d barter her virginity. For the third time.

Twice before to two different men in two different towns.

Tonight it was Scarlet Garter Jenny’s Saloon. The “winner” would be a short, dark sheriff wearing a big, thick wedding ring. Or else the winner might be that curious fellow—the smooth-shaven pretty boy that the drunkards, gamblers, and preening waitresses called “counselor” and “mouthpiece,” with “Grant” or “Kincaid” thrown in from time to time. Well, the painted ladies usually said “Sugar.”

Neither of these men looked as gullible as the previous winners of her so-called prize.

Anyway, Patty knew how to get out of being the night’s reward. Did she even want to? Just looking at Grant Kincaid had her in a tizzy. One way or another, things would be different tonight. She was cutting all ties to her double-dealing snake of a “stepbrother,” Chet Merkel.

Definitely, she wouldn’t be rendezvousing with Chet later.

* * * *

Grant Kincaid spent many nights at the poker table. As a bachelor uninterested in ice-cream socials or musical recitals performed by the boring flowers of Lubbock society, he lacked choices beyond reading and visiting friends or relatives. Not that he had any local relatives, beyond the Kincaids of the High Hopes farm and ranch and their relatives, the Craigs. He hailed from the shoals of the Tennessee River in northwest Alabama. Besides, he enjoyed playing cards. After the last hand of an evening, he sometimes got lucky with one of the tarts, two if he was really lucky. He liked ’em ripe, filled out, and hotter than a thin-skinned jalapeño pepper

under the broiling Texas sun.

Tonight, he’d been leery of the tinhorn already at the Garter when Grant arrived for Thursday night poker. The odd-looking fellow, who’d shown up with an adolescent sister in tow, wanted to join the game between Grant

and the general store proprietor, a local rancher, noted baker Mrs. Jewel Craig, and Sheriff Wes Alington, who played whenever his mother went visiting in San Angelo.

The last seat was occupied by a cotton-gin salesman from Dallas. Since the High Hopes Ranch showed that cotton could be successfully grown in West Texas, cotton had become a popular way to make money in the previous decade.

Tonight, the table cleared early with the less-than-dapper newcomer— he introduced himself as Chet Merkel—taking several hands. Jewel the baker bowed out first. Next went the general store man and the rancher. The cotton-gin representative took his leave after his third bad hand. That left Alington, Grant, and the tinhorn.

Luck started going Grant’s way, then the sheriff’s.

Always cool and quiet at the table, the compactly built lawman wore black and a shiny silver star, but never a sign of his wealth. His history with card playing didn’t reach far back. After he’d married a Valkyrie from the Hill Country, he’d taken up gaming. His mother had and would object to just about anything that might have “enjoyment” tacked to it, but the missus advised Alington just to do what he wanted, as long as he was smart enough to hide it from Mother Dear and it didn’t involve cavorting with other women. That was laughable. The sheriff had eyes only for his Lisa-Ann. Grant hoped when he found a wife that he could love her even half as much as Alington idolized the blonde from The Divide.

“Do you plan to answer my bet, Mr. Merkel?” Wes Alington pointed to the five green chips he’d slid to the center of the baize-covered table.

A bead of sweat popped on Merkel’s temple. Carelessly flicking cigar ashes on the floor, he cast a glance at his sister who sat primly in a straight chair in the corner, mending a garment that looked to be a shirt.

Grant eyed the girl, as he had several times. This dimple-cheeked young lady had long titian-hued hair held up in a big white bow. Dressed in the childish style of a sailor, she wore leggings that covered her slender calves, and her hems were short, befitting a little girl. He would bet every last chip in front of him that she wasn’t a day over sixteen.

She was too young to be candy to the senses. Most men of his age wanted to marry girls of sixteen or seventeen—often even younger, to pluck a cherry from the tree—but this man preferred women to girls, and he wasn’t angling for a wife.

That’s what he liked to tell himself. In truth, he yearned to find the ideal lady to fill the emptiness of his heart and home.

“See your bet, Sheriff, and raise you a hundred.” The girl’s brother

tossed the required chips atop Alington’s last bet.

One hundred? A ridiculous bet for a friendly game. It was time to end this nonsense. Given his excellent hand, Grant figured the only call for Merkel was “quits.” He said, “Raise you two hundred.”

It turned out that Alington had bluffed with two jacks. He folded, saying, “Too rich for me. And it’s past my Lisa-Ann’s tuck-in time. Don’t want to miss that.”

He took his leave; then Merkel covered the bet.

“Raise you five hundred,” Grant challenged, feeling confident with his four-of-a-kind and ready for bed himself. Circuit court would convene this Saturday and he had a pair of cases to review tomorrow.

The stranger sucked his cigar, squinting at his challenger. He was squinty- eyed to begin with. “Look, I’m short on chips. I can cover your bet, but I’ll have to collect the cash from the hotel’s strongbox. Tomorrow morning.”

“That’s not the way we play poker in Lubbock, my friend.” “I have…collateral.”

“How is that?”

“That girl—I mean, lady—over there.” The way he spoke, a person would think the room had dozens of females. “That lovely brown-eyed lady. She’s my collateral.”

 
 
Martha Hix grew up in Texas and didn’t mind listening to stories about how
her ancestors had been in the place for a long, long time. Well, in Texasthat just meant more than a hundred years. This weird kid soaked upthe stories and became an ardent student of family and generalhistory, which came in handy when she took to writing both fictionand non-fiction. Eventually, her romance novels were translated intomany foreign languages, some of them very foreign, like Japanese,Greek, and Turkish. On the home front, she lives in the fabulousTexas Hill Country with her husband and their spoiled four-leggedkids. Visit her on the web at marthahix.com.
 
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An Arrow Amongst the Wind Book Tour & Giveaway

An Arrow Against the Wind
The Bow of Hart Saga: Book 2
by P.H. Solomon
Genre: Epic Fantasy

Haunted by his past. Hunted in the present. Buffeted like an arrow in the wind.

The hunt for the Bow of Hart continues for Athson and his companions.
They have escaped the clutches of Magdronu and Corgren, but they are
still pursued. In need of answers to deep mysteries revealed in
Chokkra, Athson must gain possession of the mythic bow to face both
his enemies and his tragic past. But Magdronu’s reach stretches among
Athson’s companions, endangering Limbreth and even Hastra in schemes
to entrap them all. With each turn of the search for the Bow of Hart,
long hidden secrets surface that threaten to destroy Athson. Will he
falter like an arrow against the wind?

“An Arrow Against the Wind is a wonderful follow-up to The Bow of
Destiny.” – Bookwraiths

“We have read more than a couple great books this year, and An Arrow
Against the Wind is surely among them.” – Fantasia Reviews

 
 
 
 
 
The Bow of Destiny
The Bow of Hart Saga: Book 1
 
Haunted by his past. Hunted in the present. Uncertain what is real.
Athson has seen things that aren’t there and suffered fits since being
tragically orphaned as a child at the hands of trolls and Corgren the
wizard. When a strange will mentioning a mysterious bow comes into
his possession, he’s not sure it’s real. But the trolls that soon
pursue him are all too real and dangerous. And what’s worse, these
raiders serve Corgren and his master, the hidden dragon, Magdronu,
who are responsible for the destruction of his childhood home. Athson
is drawn into a quest for the concealed Bow of Hart by the mystic
Withling, Hastra, but Athson isn’t always sure what’s real and who
his enemies are. With Corgren and Magdronu involved, Athson must face
not only frequent danger but his grasp on reality and the reasons
behind his tragic past.
 
 

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Even the priests’ faces paled. Their leader in the dark feather headdress waved servants forward. “Quickly! Dose them. We must be away ere our master comes!”

Men and women rushed among the captives and forced liquid into their mouths. They forced their mouths shut lest the captives spit it out. They tried Ralda after making him kneel at spear-point, but he laughed at them and snapped at their hands like a dog before they got some in his mouth. They struggled with his face, and he spat much of the potion out. Good for him. But a guard approached the giant from behind and whacked Ralda twice over the head. The giant sank to his knees, gagged out the potion, and rolled onto his side with a groan.

They shifted to Athson. Not good for their escape plans if Ralda was down. Athson clenched his teeth, but they slapped him, and the ogres pounded in his head. His eyes fluttered. More snake-faced hobgoblins leered. “Leave me, troll.” They poured the liquid into his mouth, and he gagged. Bitter. His stomach flopped in protest. In moments he felt dizzier, but the cold left his body. Athson’s thoughts fragmented and came in random succession. The priests chanted while the guardsmen bound them all tightly after forcing them to the ground.

Athson swayed. Trolls sang. He collapsed on his side and stared at the leering hobgoblins. Where were the Rokans? Loose stone poked the Archer’s side. It didn’t matter, for some reason.

Ralda groaned and stirred, but only a little.

Athson stared into the far distant sky. “The Funnel’s so high.” No, he wasn’t there right now. The other captives groaned occasionally as the sun set and the wind howled. The priests and the guardsmen were gone. They were not going to kill him, then. They left them for dead. Ralda, he was going to do something. Athson rolled over. The giant lay still. That was bad, for some reason.

Lightning flashed. Athson shut his eyes and screamed at the nearness. Wind rushed about the natural table of stone and yanked at his sandy hair and worn clothing. Why did he scream like that? Lightning. The notion of alarm faded in his awareness.

Thunder pounded around him and rolled about in echoes. Athson stirred in his drugged stupor. He opened his eyes. Ralda lay nearby, and beyond the giant sprawled the shapes of dwarves as gloom gathered beneath the storm. Move. His muscles never responded to the distant command from his mind.

Thunder boomed again. Another peal answered like massive wings flapping. Athson rolled his head with a groan. A massive black shape settled onto the peak. Yellow eyes glared unblinkingly down at them.

 
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P. H. Solomon lives in the greater Birmingham, AL area where he strongly
dislikes yard work and sanding the deck rail. However, he performs
these duties to maintain a nice home for his loved ones as well as
the family’s German Shepherds. In his spare time, P. H. rides herd
as a Computer Whisperer on large computers called servers (harmonica
not required). Additionally, he enjoys reading, running, most sports
and fantasy football. Having a degree in Anthropology, he also has a
wide array of more “serious” interests in addition to working
regularly to hone his writing. The Bow of Destiny is his first
novel-length title with more soon to come.
 
 
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Gybe Book Tour & Giveaway

Gybe
By Kristi M Turner
Genre: YA Contemporary Fiction
 
Nicole is an 18-year-old, juvenile delinquent who desperately wants to take
control of her life but must find a way to overcome her own
self-sabotage and a judge who will not easily let her escape her
past. She keeps food on her plate and clothes on her back by
stealing. It is far from the life she wants, but she has known little
kindness in her life and, therefore, gives little back. When Judge
Newton charges her for the first time as an adult, Nicole recognizes
a separating path. She can stay on her path to destruction or she can
accept the unexpected generosity of the Kutcher family, whose house
she is charged with burglarizing.
Child psychologist, Cynthia Kutcher, believes she can help Nicole confront
her anger and build back the self-worth she lost when her father
abandoned her to a drunken uncle after her mother’s death.


Along the way to building a more valuable life, Nicole meets Keagan, an
affluent young man with whom she begins an often overwhelming love
affair despite the conflicts their disparate pasts bring. 

 
 
Kristi M. Turner grew up in a quaint little southern town in central
Alabama. After high school, she went on to further her education at
The University of Alabama at Birmingham and graduated with her
Bachelor’s Degree in Accounting. She never dreamed that one day she
would become an author, however, sometimes, life throws you curve
balls. After her precious daughter was born, she suffered from
post-partum and all the self-help books tell you to write your
feelings down. For her, that didn’t work. Instead, she wrote Gybe.
Kristi M. Turner currently lives in Curry, Alabama with her husband
and daughter, along with their Shih-tzu, Bingo. She enjoys reading,
writing, Hulu, Netflix, music of all kinds, the beach, and bantering
with her husband on a fall Saturday over football. For their house is
divided. Her husband is a hard-core Bama fan, while she roots for the
Auburn tigers.
 
 
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Prepared Book Tour & Giveaway

Prepared
by Courtney Konstantin
Genre: SciFi. Dystopian, Thriller
 
She thought she was prepared for the end of the world… until it
actually came.
Alex Duncan is a mother, a sister— and the daughter of a doomsday
prepper. She always thought her father was insane, raving about an
apocalypse she never believed in, but when a plague hits the United
States and the dead no longer stay dead, Alex discovers heeding her
deceased father’s advice is what will keep her family alive. Before
he died, Alex’s father created a compound in Montana just in case
situations like this arose.
Hell has arrived on earth.
The dead walk, hungry for human flesh. Living in a highly populated city
like Las Vegas makes the reality of the plague imminent to Alex. With
little time to spare, Alex must make split-second decisions to
prevent her family from being devoured. Facing the end, Alex has
three goals.
Escape Las Vegas. Get to the compound. Survive.
As the outside world crumbles and grows darker, Alex faces adversity
from not just the infected, but the uninfected as well. Government
assistance is nowhere in sight, and rumors fly that the nation’s
only solution to the growing plague is execution.
Not everyone will outlast the plague. Doomsday is here. Will Alex be up
to the challenge, or fall, and rise again as one of the undead?
An exciting apocalyptic thriller that’s intriguing, mysterious, and
horrific, Prepared is the debut novel of upcoming author Courtney
Konstantin. Stay up all night to read this terrifying tale of
pandemics, zombies, and government secrets by one-clicking today!
Releases Sept 1st!
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As a child, Courtney always had aspirations of being a writer. She
participated in journalism in school. At home, she wrote short
stories, poetry and filled diary pages. Somewhere along the line
becoming an adult took priority over her writing and she went to work
in business operations.
Now as a mother to three beautiful children, she tells them all the time
to follow their dreams, be whatever they want. Those lessons reminded
her how much she loved writing. She finally opened the door to making
writing a real priority in her life. 
Living outside of Portland, Oregon she loves the green and beauty Oregon offers. When
she’s not matching wits with her children, her crazy Siberian Husky
or her bi-polar cats, she enjoys binge reading, hikes and touring
wineries. Courtney and her husband, the love of her life, enjoy
traveling the world whenever they can get a free moment. And
cruises….she loves cruising. She’s especially fond of life,
laughter and sarcasm – and she’s excited to share all of that and
more with her readers!
 
 
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Worth Waiting For Book Tour & Giveaway

WORTH WAITING FOR
Heart of the South #1
by Wendy Qualls
Genre: Contemporary Romance, LGBTQ
Pub Date: 8/15/2017
 
A small town in the Deep South isn’t where most gay men would choose to go
looking for love. But open hearts will find a way . . .
Growing up in the Bible Belt, Paul Dunham learned from a young age to hide his
sexuality. Now he’s teaching psychology at a conservative college
in Georgia—and still hiding who he really is. If Paul hopes to get
tenure, he needs to keep his desires on the down-low. But when an old
college crush shows up on campus—looking more gorgeous than
ever—Paul’s long-suppressed urges are just too big for one little
closet to hold . . .
Brandon Mercer has come a long way since his freshman year fumblings with
Paul. Now he’s confident, accomplished, proudly out—and the
sexiest IT consultant Paul’s ever seen. When Brandon asks Paul to
grab some coffee and catch up, it leads to a steamy reunion that puts
their first night of passion to shame. But when Paul’s longtime
crush turns into a full-time romance, he receives an anonymous email
threatening to expose their secret to the world. If Paul stays with
Brandon, his teaching career is over. Yet if he caves under pressure,
he risks losing the one true love he’s been waiting for. . .
 
 
 
Wendy Qualls was a small­town librarian until she finished reading
everything her library had to offer. At that point she put her
expensive and totally unrelated college degree to use by writing
smutty romance novels and wasting time on the internet. She lives in
Northern Alabama with her husband, two daughters, two dogs, and a
seasonally fluctuating swarm of unwanted ladybugs. She’s a member
of both the Romance Writers of America and way too many online
writers’ forums.
 
 
 
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