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April 19, 2016
DEAD MAN FLOATING: On sale
By Debra Purdy Kong
Chapter One
Security guard Evan Dunstan pedaled faster. He didn’t have to check his watch. He knew he was behind schedule thanks to Jenson Freakin’ Morlee, the world’s biggest supervisory douche bag. What in holy hell had he done to piss Jenson off this time? Or was the moron so bored that he thought it would be fun to make the bike patroller ride across Southwest Trades & Technology’s entire campus just to unlock a damn door for the janitors? The foot patrol guard in this zone could have handled the request. Judging from the radio silence, the newbie hadn’t had a busy shift.
Evan raced down the walkway next to the stream that ran along the eastern perimeter of campus. It had rained an hour ago then stopped. But the April night air still felt so damp and heavy that Evan figured the sky would crack open and dump on him any second. Thank god his shift was nearly over.
He’d almost reached the footbridge when a large dark blob in the stream caught his attention. Shit. When would people stop dumping bags of garbage in the damn water? With a new subdivision being built north of campus, a light industrial area to the west, plus six crowded dorms on the premises, the culprit could be anyone. Evan skidded to a stop and frowned. Although floodlights from the engineering building cast some light on the narrow stream, it was too dark to clearly see the bag. Wait a sec. Something was off. What was that white stuff protruding from the bag?
Propping the kickstand, Evan removed the small flashlight attached to his belt then stepped nearer the water. Oh shit! It was a hand! A freakin’ hand! And legs! He moved the flashlight up the body until he spotted the grey fringe circling a bald head that glowed like a moon. Evan shivered. Was the guy alive? He wouldn’t have to perform CPR, would he? That first-aid course last year didn’t go so well after he broke that manikin.
“Hey!” Evan called out. “Can you hear me?”
No response. Sweat broke out on Evan’s back. He glanced around for help but no one was around. Where the hell was the foot patrol guy anyway? He was supposed to help monitor water levels whenever it rained. On his knees, Evan extended his arm and touched the wrist. Oh, man. Ice cold.
BIO:
Debra has published more than one hundred short stories, essays, and articles for publications including Chicken Soup for the Bride’s Soul, B.C. Parent Magazine, and The Vancouver Sun. Her criminology studies and experience as a patrol and communications officer in security, provided inspiration for her Casey Holland mysteries and Evan Dunstan novella, Dead Man Floating.
BACK COVER BLURB:
One wrong decision…
Security guard Evan Dunstan didn’t expect to find a body floating in a campus stream. An empty vodka bottle nearby suggests that the highly despised George Krenn, head of the plumbing department, had drunkenly fallen in. Refusing to let the death of a vile man ruin his romantic plans, Evan decides to leave the body for the next shift to find.
One friend in trouble…
When it’s discovered that Krenn was murdered, Evan has a lot of explaining to do. So does his friend Sully, Krenn’s least favourite student. Evan uses his hacking skills and campus knowledge to keep them both out of jail, but the investigation forces him to question Sully’s innocence.
One mystery to solve…
Uncovering the truth proves to be more than challenging. It may cost Evan his job, his friendship, and his woman. Will Evan find the killer, or will the killer find him first?
DEADMAN FLOATING is on sale for $.99 from April 17-23rd!
Available from:
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April 18, 2016
Descent: On Sale
Day One: November 28th
Death swept up the mountain and across the frigid snow, giving no warning, no threatening growl, just spreading tendrils, searching for a victim while Stone Mountain Resort buzzed with energy, unaware of the impending doom.Kalin Thompson gunned the engine of her snowmobile, forced its skis over a mogul, and sped toward the summit of the Alpine Tracks run. The Holden ski team owned the race course for next twenty minutes, and when the local team finished, Kalin planned to ski the gates, just for one run, just for the adrenaline rush.Her sled hit a patch of ice and slid toward a chairlift tower. She gripped the handlebar and leaned left, edging around the structure, brushing the metal side with her ski pants. Damaging equipment five days into being the director of security at the resort would not impress her boss. She regained control and drove toward the summit. Exhilarated by the ride, she skidded to a stop beside Ben Timlin and let out a whoop.Giving her a wink that could seduce even the coldest of hearts, Ben said, “Enjoying yourself?”Kalin glanced around and checked no one was looking in their direction. She leaned over the handlebar, their ski helmets thudded, and she kissed Ben. “I am now.”At the starting gates, a super-G racer sliced his skis backward and forward, leaning hard on his poles in an aggressive stance, anticipating the signal to launch onto the course. Frozen breath exploded from his lungs as he waited for the skier ahead of him to clear the course.Kalin undid her helmet’s strap and pulled her neck tube over her chin. “How’s the training going?”“Not great. I’m surprised Coach Jenkinson hasn’t cancelled the session.”“Why?”“More than half the racers either slid off the course or fell. One sprained his ankle.”“Snow injection?”“Yup, the course is a skating rink.”Stone Mountain’s one hundred and fifty-six-person chairlift covered five meters per second from the bottom of the Alpine Tracks ski run to the summit, and the lift clanged around the unloading station, dropping skiers and their gear several meters from where Ben and Kalin waited. Kalin counted the last of the team members arriving at the summit. Six skiers still had runs to conquer before she could ski.
DESCENT BLURB
When Kalin Thompson is promoted to Director of Security at Stone Mountain Resort, she soon becomes entangled in the high-profile murder investigation of an up-and-coming Olympic-caliber skier. There are more suspects with motives than there are gates on the super-G course, and danger mounts with every turn.
Kalin’s boss orders her to investigate. Her boyfriend wants her to stay safe and let the cops do their job. Torn between loyalty to friends and professional duty, Kalin must look within her isolated community to unearth the killer’s identity.
KRISTINA BIO
Kristina Stanley is the best-selling author of the Stone Mountain Mystery Series. Her first two novels garnered the attention of prestigious crime writing organizations in Canada and England. Crime Writers of Canada nominated DESCENT for the Unhanged Arthur award. The Crime Writers’ Association nominated BLAZE for the Debut Dagger. Her short stories have been published in the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine and The Voices From the Valleys anthology. She is also the author of THE AUTHOR’S GUIDE TO SELLING BOOKS TO NON-BOOKSTORES.
LINKSI’ve put the booklinker link first, but not sure if it will work for you. If not, use the second link.
myBook.to/Descent
http://www.amazon.com/Descent-Stone-Mountain-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B01053N6CA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1460566444&sr=8-1&keywords=kristina+stanley
Death swept up the mountain and across the frigid snow, giving no warning, no threatening growl, just spreading tendrils, searching for a victim while Stone Mountain Resort buzzed with energy, unaware of the impending doom.Kalin Thompson gunned the engine of her snowmobile, forced its skis over a mogul, and sped toward the summit of the Alpine Tracks run. The Holden ski team owned the race course for next twenty minutes, and when the local team finished, Kalin planned to ski the gates, just for one run, just for the adrenaline rush.Her sled hit a patch of ice and slid toward a chairlift tower. She gripped the handlebar and leaned left, edging around the structure, brushing the metal side with her ski pants. Damaging equipment five days into being the director of security at the resort would not impress her boss. She regained control and drove toward the summit. Exhilarated by the ride, she skidded to a stop beside Ben Timlin and let out a whoop.Giving her a wink that could seduce even the coldest of hearts, Ben said, “Enjoying yourself?”Kalin glanced around and checked no one was looking in their direction. She leaned over the handlebar, their ski helmets thudded, and she kissed Ben. “I am now.”At the starting gates, a super-G racer sliced his skis backward and forward, leaning hard on his poles in an aggressive stance, anticipating the signal to launch onto the course. Frozen breath exploded from his lungs as he waited for the skier ahead of him to clear the course.Kalin undid her helmet’s strap and pulled her neck tube over her chin. “How’s the training going?”“Not great. I’m surprised Coach Jenkinson hasn’t cancelled the session.”“Why?”“More than half the racers either slid off the course or fell. One sprained his ankle.”“Snow injection?”“Yup, the course is a skating rink.”Stone Mountain’s one hundred and fifty-six-person chairlift covered five meters per second from the bottom of the Alpine Tracks ski run to the summit, and the lift clanged around the unloading station, dropping skiers and their gear several meters from where Ben and Kalin waited. Kalin counted the last of the team members arriving at the summit. Six skiers still had runs to conquer before she could ski.
DESCENT BLURB
When Kalin Thompson is promoted to Director of Security at Stone Mountain Resort, she soon becomes entangled in the high-profile murder investigation of an up-and-coming Olympic-caliber skier. There are more suspects with motives than there are gates on the super-G course, and danger mounts with every turn.
Kalin’s boss orders her to investigate. Her boyfriend wants her to stay safe and let the cops do their job. Torn between loyalty to friends and professional duty, Kalin must look within her isolated community to unearth the killer’s identity.
KRISTINA BIO
Kristina Stanley is the best-selling author of the Stone Mountain Mystery Series. Her first two novels garnered the attention of prestigious crime writing organizations in Canada and England. Crime Writers of Canada nominated DESCENT for the Unhanged Arthur award. The Crime Writers’ Association nominated BLAZE for the Debut Dagger. Her short stories have been published in the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine and The Voices From the Valleys anthology. She is also the author of THE AUTHOR’S GUIDE TO SELLING BOOKS TO NON-BOOKSTORES.
LINKSI’ve put the booklinker link first, but not sure if it will work for you. If not, use the second link.
myBook.to/Descent
http://www.amazon.com/Descent-Stone-Mountain-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B01053N6CA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1460566444&sr=8-1&keywords=kristina+stanley
April 17, 2016
The Traz. On Sale
Blurb:
The Traz: Cops vs bikers on the Alberta prairie—oh, and throw in a thirteen-year old girl.
THE TRAZ excerpt:
Katrina looked past the parking lot to the brilliant autumn colours. This used to be her favourite time of the year, with the fire of the foliage under the mellow glow of a sun riding low on the horizon, the honking of geese flying white against the azure sky. Hunting with Grandpa... The sound of traffic rattled her window and she slid open her eyes. A diesel truck was grinding its way out of the parking lot and a motorcycle was roaring in. The Harley stopped right outside her window. The rider dismounted and tossed his jacket over the seat. Katrina caught sight of the emblazoned orange letters of The Traz motorcycle gang on the black leather....She turned to watch the biker enter. He was about her dad's age. Unlike her father though, he was a huge man in both height and weight. A tapestry of tattoos snaked up his bulging arm muscles and disappeared under his T-shirt. He could've sat in any seat in the diner, but he slid onto the bench across from her.
She knew she should be afraid of him, but there was something about him—perhaps his eyes or the tilt of his lips—something suggesting that his rugged appearance was a disguise. There was definitely an aura of mystery about the man. "Sarina," she introduced, reaching for a handshake. "Shrug," he thundered in a voice that matched his size. He made no move to take her hand. She could tell the man wanted something from her. What it was, she couldn't fathom. She judged from his refusal to touch her that it likely wasn't sex. His face was a block of carved features, topped with a shock of short brown hair. He had the strangest grey eyes she'd ever seen: eyes that looked as if they were drawing everything into them. He looked briefly at the waitress. "Coffee," Shrug ordered and then continued staring at Katrina. She matched Shrug's gaze until he lifted his eyes to accept his mug of coffee....The thought that he wanted her for something when no one else did, enticed her... A long silence passed between them before he picked up his coffee cup and drained it. He set the cup down. "Wanna ride?" he asked, motioning his head toward the Harley.
Purchase Links: Amazon: viewBook.at/B007JW8RMA Smashwords: The Traz - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/331565 The Traz School Edition - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/331566 Short Author bio:
Canadian author, Eileen Schuh has published three novels in her ongoing gritty Young Adult BackTracker Series: The Traz, Fatal Error, and Firewalls. The Traz also comes in a School Edition. As well, she has to her credit two adult science fiction novellas, Schrödinger's Cat and Dispassionate Lies and the adult crime thriller, Shadow Riders.
Born Eileen Fairbrother on a small farm near Tofield, Alberta, Canada, she now lives with her husband in Alberta’s northern boreal forest in the St. Paul area. In addition to writing, she enjoys speaking to youth and adults about the magic of literacy and the social and personal issues addressed in her novels.
Schuh recently retired from a life of careers that varied from nurse to journalist to editor to business woman.
She invites you to visit her online:WebsiteBlogFacebookTwitterAmazon author page
The Traz: Cops vs bikers on the Alberta prairie—oh, and throw in a thirteen-year old girl.
THE TRAZ excerpt:
Katrina looked past the parking lot to the brilliant autumn colours. This used to be her favourite time of the year, with the fire of the foliage under the mellow glow of a sun riding low on the horizon, the honking of geese flying white against the azure sky. Hunting with Grandpa... The sound of traffic rattled her window and she slid open her eyes. A diesel truck was grinding its way out of the parking lot and a motorcycle was roaring in. The Harley stopped right outside her window. The rider dismounted and tossed his jacket over the seat. Katrina caught sight of the emblazoned orange letters of The Traz motorcycle gang on the black leather....She turned to watch the biker enter. He was about her dad's age. Unlike her father though, he was a huge man in both height and weight. A tapestry of tattoos snaked up his bulging arm muscles and disappeared under his T-shirt. He could've sat in any seat in the diner, but he slid onto the bench across from her.
She knew she should be afraid of him, but there was something about him—perhaps his eyes or the tilt of his lips—something suggesting that his rugged appearance was a disguise. There was definitely an aura of mystery about the man. "Sarina," she introduced, reaching for a handshake. "Shrug," he thundered in a voice that matched his size. He made no move to take her hand. She could tell the man wanted something from her. What it was, she couldn't fathom. She judged from his refusal to touch her that it likely wasn't sex. His face was a block of carved features, topped with a shock of short brown hair. He had the strangest grey eyes she'd ever seen: eyes that looked as if they were drawing everything into them. He looked briefly at the waitress. "Coffee," Shrug ordered and then continued staring at Katrina. She matched Shrug's gaze until he lifted his eyes to accept his mug of coffee....The thought that he wanted her for something when no one else did, enticed her... A long silence passed between them before he picked up his coffee cup and drained it. He set the cup down. "Wanna ride?" he asked, motioning his head toward the Harley.
Purchase Links: Amazon: viewBook.at/B007JW8RMA Smashwords: The Traz - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/331565 The Traz School Edition - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/331566 Short Author bio:
Canadian author, Eileen Schuh has published three novels in her ongoing gritty Young Adult BackTracker Series: The Traz, Fatal Error, and Firewalls. The Traz also comes in a School Edition. As well, she has to her credit two adult science fiction novellas, Schrödinger's Cat and Dispassionate Lies and the adult crime thriller, Shadow Riders.
Born Eileen Fairbrother on a small farm near Tofield, Alberta, Canada, she now lives with her husband in Alberta’s northern boreal forest in the St. Paul area. In addition to writing, she enjoys speaking to youth and adults about the magic of literacy and the social and personal issues addressed in her novels.
Schuh recently retired from a life of careers that varied from nurse to journalist to editor to business woman.
She invites you to visit her online:WebsiteBlogFacebookTwitterAmazon author page
April 16, 2016
Shower Yourself with Savings
Shower yourself with ebooks from Imajin Books during our Spring Showers eBook Sale April 17 – 23. All single titles will be on for $0.99. This includes Qwickies.Trilogy bundles will be $1.99.Other bundles & anthologies will be $2.99.
Exceptions: STAIRWAY TO AWESOMENESS - $1.99THE ELFLING PRINCESS - $1.99
Exceptions: STAIRWAY TO AWESOMENESS - $1.99THE ELFLING PRINCESS - $1.99
April 13, 2016
Kim McMahill – A Taste of Tragedy
Excerpt
“Here, let me help you,” Morgan said as she draped Devyn’s arm around her shoulders.Morgan tried to relieve as much weight as she could from Devyn as she helped her hobble to the waiting vehicle. Once Devyn was seated in the cramped back seat, Morgan dug out her emergency supply bag. She handed Devyn a blanket and a bottle of water. “I have a first aid kit, but I think you need something a little more than a bandage.”“It’s just a few scratches. I’ll live.”
Morgan could see why Nick trusted Devyn with his back. As she looked at the battered and bruised woman, who had taken off into the desert in the middle of the night in bare feet to prevent a criminal from getting away, she had to admire her. Devyn had to be in extreme pain, yet not a complaint escaped her lips.“Make room in the back,” Nick huffed.Morgan looked up to see Nick trudging toward her with an inert man slung over his shoulder. She raced to the tiny back cargo area and moved a few items around so Nick could squeeze the body in the vehicle.“Is he dead?” Morgan whispered.“Not quite, but we need to get him medical help A.S.A.P. The bullet didn’t hit any vital organs, but I’m not sure how much damage he suffered from the knock to the head” Morgan watched as Nick set the man down in the vehicle, and then she joined Devyn in the back seat. Turning around and kneeling, she was able to lean over the seat and assess his injuries. She folded up a handkerchief and placed it over the gunshot wound and applied pressure. She wasn’t sure which was bleeding more, the bullet hole or the bump and cut to the head, but she had to try and slow the blood loss any way she could.“That’s all we can do for now,” Nick said. “Just keep the pressure on the best you can.” Morgan nodded as Nick secured the back and then got behind the wheel. “You okay?” Nick asked as he turned to face Devyn.“I’ve had better days, but sadly, I’ve had worse.”
Blurb
Morgan Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she wasn’t willing to do to succeed...until now. When she uncovers evidence that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous, she must reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust, Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never stopped loving.
BIO
Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. She started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense. Along with writing adventure novels Kim has also published over eighty travel and geographic articles, and contributed to a travel anthology and cookbook. Kim recently relocated to Colorado. When not writing, she enjoys gardening, traveling, hiking, and spending time with family.
LinksAmazon Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DTE29U2/Website: http://KimMcMahill.comBlog: http://KimMcMahill.blogspot.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill (@kimmcmahill)
April 2, 2016
Once
Book One, by M.S. KayeHer first and also her once.Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.
But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.But are they able to forget and let go?Will be released July 2, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.Add to your to-read on Goodreads. Author Bio
M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.To receive news on upcoming releases, sign up for email updates on her website. Facebook | Twitter | Google+ | Goodreads | Amazon | TSU | Pinterest | LinkedIn Once & Again , book twoWill be released September 4, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.She was once his secret desire…will she be again?Father Aiden, an ex-marine and new priest, falls in love with Maylynn, but he struggles to stay away from her. He’s successful for many years, though he can’t keep her out of his dreams. Then one day she shows up for a pre-marital counselling session with her fiancé, Davis. Aiden soon realizes Davis isn’t who he says he is, but what does that mean for Maylynn, and for himself? Once & Forever , book threeWill be released December 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.Eden, a nun, is constantly struggling against her dark past of living on the streets, and her attraction to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. After a twelve-year separation, Eden is finally reunited with her brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t she reached out to him in all those years? As Eden and Trace grow closer, confessing their pasts to each other, will they be able to resist getting too close?Excerpt from Once“What’s the answer?”He paused. “A switchblade.”With my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?”He removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”I slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”His eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not kill.’”I took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.He watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away. But I knew him. Already, I knew him.“You’re still a good person,” I said.His jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”“I have faith in you.”He continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.I didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.He leaned closer.I only watched him.
He touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.He spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”My heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?”His lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”He trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching. His warmth invaded my head.“God give me strength,” he murmured.The door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.He closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.
March 30, 2016
Corporate Blues - http://amzn.to/1SPPd7qOn Sale 3/31 &...
Corporate Blues - http://amzn.to/1SPPd7qOn Sale 3/31 & 4/1 for $0.99Blurb – Madison Renault is a client service manager and single mom living in New Jersey. Raleigh St. James is the new CEO of an engineering firm in Connecticut, and Madison’s biggest client. Madison starts to receive threats from a disgruntled former employee, and Raleigh uncovers a web of corruption, targeting businesses up and down the East coast, including his own. Now their already complicated lives are being invaded by bodyguards, local police, and the FBI. Will their budding, long distance, relationship survive the stress?
Excerpt – Madi took a sip of her wine. “How do you do it?” she asked him.“Do what exactly?”Madi spread her hands, “This. Your job. Risk your life to protect people. How do you do it? Or perhaps a better question would be, why do you do it? You don’t even know me, yet you would die to protect me. How is my life worth so much more than yours?”Dawn looked baffled but realization dawned on Steve, “Saw your bodyguard in action didn’t you?” Madi nodded. Steve took her hand, led her to the table and gently nudged her to sit. “Look Madi, you can ask anyone in law enforcement, it’s not a profession we choose, it chooses us. Almost like it is hardwired into our DNA, ‘to serve and protect’ isn’t just a motto, it’s what we live, what we breathe, with or without our uniform. It’s just what we are. It would be like telling a singer she couldn’t sing, or a musician he couldn’t play, or a writer she couldn’t write, yet they’d each find a way, because it is who they are.”“But James has a wife and two young kids.”“Stop.” Steve reproved. “And you only have one, and Dawn would take care of him and love him if you were gone. Is that what you were going to say?” She didn’t answer, but her silence spoke volumes. “If you start thinking like that, you will drive yourself crazy. If James wasn’t assigned to you, he would be assigned to someone else, doing for them exactly what he is doing for you. If you want to protect him, then don’t give him a hard time, do exactly what he says, when he says it, so he can focus on his job and not have to worry if you’re a wild card in the scenario.” Steve pressed her hand.“I’ll try.” Madi promised.
Bio – International award winning author of The Bradford Series historical romance novels, Christina Paul, mom of three, is married to her childhood sweetheart and lives with him in Central New Jersey. She loves escaping into the written world of her characters and enjoys watching the story unfold as she writes, letting it surprise her as it does her readers. Christina is currently working on the next installment in The Bradford Series as well as several unrelated contemporary romance novels.
Excerpt – Madi took a sip of her wine. “How do you do it?” she asked him.“Do what exactly?”Madi spread her hands, “This. Your job. Risk your life to protect people. How do you do it? Or perhaps a better question would be, why do you do it? You don’t even know me, yet you would die to protect me. How is my life worth so much more than yours?”Dawn looked baffled but realization dawned on Steve, “Saw your bodyguard in action didn’t you?” Madi nodded. Steve took her hand, led her to the table and gently nudged her to sit. “Look Madi, you can ask anyone in law enforcement, it’s not a profession we choose, it chooses us. Almost like it is hardwired into our DNA, ‘to serve and protect’ isn’t just a motto, it’s what we live, what we breathe, with or without our uniform. It’s just what we are. It would be like telling a singer she couldn’t sing, or a musician he couldn’t play, or a writer she couldn’t write, yet they’d each find a way, because it is who they are.”“But James has a wife and two young kids.”“Stop.” Steve reproved. “And you only have one, and Dawn would take care of him and love him if you were gone. Is that what you were going to say?” She didn’t answer, but her silence spoke volumes. “If you start thinking like that, you will drive yourself crazy. If James wasn’t assigned to you, he would be assigned to someone else, doing for them exactly what he is doing for you. If you want to protect him, then don’t give him a hard time, do exactly what he says, when he says it, so he can focus on his job and not have to worry if you’re a wild card in the scenario.” Steve pressed her hand.“I’ll try.” Madi promised.
Bio – International award winning author of The Bradford Series historical romance novels, Christina Paul, mom of three, is married to her childhood sweetheart and lives with him in Central New Jersey. She loves escaping into the written world of her characters and enjoys watching the story unfold as she writes, letting it surprise her as it does her readers. Christina is currently working on the next installment in The Bradford Series as well as several unrelated contemporary romance novels.
March 26, 2016
Immortal Relations, Love and War Book 2
Title: “Immortal Relations, Love and War” book #2 of the current three part series.Genre Paranormal-RomanceAuthor G. D. OganBook heat level (based on movie ratings): R
Excerpt from “Immortal Relations, Love and War”: It was a short flight from Moscow to St. Petersburg. There our party was met by two limousines and whisked along to the historic Hermitage Museum. Arriving, it looked to me like the whole world was there. I didn’t know why President Kolukov had asked me to wear the Russian General’s Uniform he gave me, but I wanted to humor my good friend. We exited the limousine onto a red velvet carpet that had wide gold piping down each side and which looked to be almost 400 meters long. I thought it odd that President Kolukov had me stand to his left and next to him, when Stephan was senior in rank to my uniform. When we got to the head of the carpet, we turned. Stephan and Adam moving behind us, I looked up and turning the corner onto the same red carpet we had just traveled was someone I would recognize anywhere, under any circumstances. It was Magdalena, on the arm of Roger, our doctor. At first I was confused, but when I saw the dress she wore, an exact copy of her hand made blue dress, only in brilliant white and then heard the music, I realized what was happening; Magdalena and I were getting married! My friends had somehow arranged all this without even a hint that I picked up on. I had already glanced at some of those on either side of the isle and thought I recognized some political figures from various countries. As Magdalena was escorted slowly forward, I was unable to look anywhere else; she was the only thing that existed in my universe. When she got close, I noticed she had a ribbon with a gold star hanging from it pinned over her left breast. I’d seen a similar medal, back when it was called “Hero of the Soviet Union,” but this one had the double eagle of the Russian Federation. Only an old “war horse” like me would notice that when the woman he loved stood in front of him!
An Eastern Orthodox Priest spoke the vows, translated into English for me. Magdalena didn’t need a translator as she spoke several languages, Russian being one of them. We both answered “I do” and “I will,” then I was asked to put the ring on Magdalena’s finger – I started to panic, but Kolukov stepped forward and handed me a ring. My eyes bulged when I looked at it as it must have been five carats of a Red Ruby mounted in Gold! He said it's just a little bobble courtesy of the Russian people and the Hermitage. I placed it on the finger of my bride, we were officially married and we kissed.
Maggie read my thought and on impulse we both turned and kissed Kolukov, each of us on one side of his face.
Blurb: Immortal Relations, Love and War amps up the action of the first book to a fever pitch. The greedy leaders of Communist China plan to capture the oil, gold and mineral rich fields of Siberia by decapitating the Russian Federations’ Government as a prelude to invasion. Minions of rich OPEC Sheiks seek to stem the flow of Russian Oil so OPEC can raise prices to destroy the economies of the West. They plan to use a “dirty bomb” to destroy the main pumping station and have the radiation make the oil fields unusable.The radiation containment at at Chernobyl is failing the release of poisonous radiation could happen at any time. Worse, some scientists predict the damaged nuclear reactor at Fukushima, Japan could collapse and cause a potential Extinction Level Event! Who, or what, can be called upon to save civilization and mankind and what impact will the vampire covens experience? Could potentially catastrophic events turn out to offer unforeseen opportunities? Buy This BookAmazon http://amazon.com/dp/B00A4IEHL6
About the AuthorBorn in Washington D.C. early in WW-II, mother and child moved to Texas as father went off to war in the Office of Strategic Services (later became the C.I.A.). After the war, mother and child returned to Arlington, VA to be joined by father now working in Wash. D.C. and on "temporary duty" around the world. Guy was a long-distance runner, which he continued when the family moved to Northern California in the late 50s. He graduated from Los Altos High School, obtained an Associate of Arts from Foothill Junior College and Transferred to Texas Christian University, graduating with a Bachelor of Science degree and a commission in the U.S.A.F. While in Air Force he obtained a Master of Arts at Ball State University’s European Campus. Upon his retirement from the service he completed a Master of Education at Hardin-Simmons University. While in this program he taught undergraduate Psychology, Sociology and Counselling at local colleges as well as writing a book on the assessment and treatment of Attention Deficit Disorder. He was then employed by the Texas Department of Criminal Justice (TX Prison System) to write treatment programs for inmates with addictions and later worked as an Associate Clinical Psychologist performing intakes on prisoners. Guy retired early to care for his disabled mother upon the passing of his father. He, his wife and their Pomeranians live in West Texas. They have two grown children in other parts of Texas and four grandchildren.Author Social MediaWebsite http://immortalrelations.blogspot.com/
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Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.com/author/guyogan
Excerpt from “Immortal Relations, Love and War”: It was a short flight from Moscow to St. Petersburg. There our party was met by two limousines and whisked along to the historic Hermitage Museum. Arriving, it looked to me like the whole world was there. I didn’t know why President Kolukov had asked me to wear the Russian General’s Uniform he gave me, but I wanted to humor my good friend. We exited the limousine onto a red velvet carpet that had wide gold piping down each side and which looked to be almost 400 meters long. I thought it odd that President Kolukov had me stand to his left and next to him, when Stephan was senior in rank to my uniform. When we got to the head of the carpet, we turned. Stephan and Adam moving behind us, I looked up and turning the corner onto the same red carpet we had just traveled was someone I would recognize anywhere, under any circumstances. It was Magdalena, on the arm of Roger, our doctor. At first I was confused, but when I saw the dress she wore, an exact copy of her hand made blue dress, only in brilliant white and then heard the music, I realized what was happening; Magdalena and I were getting married! My friends had somehow arranged all this without even a hint that I picked up on. I had already glanced at some of those on either side of the isle and thought I recognized some political figures from various countries. As Magdalena was escorted slowly forward, I was unable to look anywhere else; she was the only thing that existed in my universe. When she got close, I noticed she had a ribbon with a gold star hanging from it pinned over her left breast. I’d seen a similar medal, back when it was called “Hero of the Soviet Union,” but this one had the double eagle of the Russian Federation. Only an old “war horse” like me would notice that when the woman he loved stood in front of him!
An Eastern Orthodox Priest spoke the vows, translated into English for me. Magdalena didn’t need a translator as she spoke several languages, Russian being one of them. We both answered “I do” and “I will,” then I was asked to put the ring on Magdalena’s finger – I started to panic, but Kolukov stepped forward and handed me a ring. My eyes bulged when I looked at it as it must have been five carats of a Red Ruby mounted in Gold! He said it's just a little bobble courtesy of the Russian people and the Hermitage. I placed it on the finger of my bride, we were officially married and we kissed.
Maggie read my thought and on impulse we both turned and kissed Kolukov, each of us on one side of his face.
Blurb: Immortal Relations, Love and War amps up the action of the first book to a fever pitch. The greedy leaders of Communist China plan to capture the oil, gold and mineral rich fields of Siberia by decapitating the Russian Federations’ Government as a prelude to invasion. Minions of rich OPEC Sheiks seek to stem the flow of Russian Oil so OPEC can raise prices to destroy the economies of the West. They plan to use a “dirty bomb” to destroy the main pumping station and have the radiation make the oil fields unusable.The radiation containment at at Chernobyl is failing the release of poisonous radiation could happen at any time. Worse, some scientists predict the damaged nuclear reactor at Fukushima, Japan could collapse and cause a potential Extinction Level Event! Who, or what, can be called upon to save civilization and mankind and what impact will the vampire covens experience? Could potentially catastrophic events turn out to offer unforeseen opportunities? Buy This BookAmazon http://amazon.com/dp/B00A4IEHL6
About the AuthorBorn in Washington D.C. early in WW-II, mother and child moved to Texas as father went off to war in the Office of Strategic Services (later became the C.I.A.). After the war, mother and child returned to Arlington, VA to be joined by father now working in Wash. D.C. and on "temporary duty" around the world. Guy was a long-distance runner, which he continued when the family moved to Northern California in the late 50s. He graduated from Los Altos High School, obtained an Associate of Arts from Foothill Junior College and Transferred to Texas Christian University, graduating with a Bachelor of Science degree and a commission in the U.S.A.F. While in Air Force he obtained a Master of Arts at Ball State University’s European Campus. Upon his retirement from the service he completed a Master of Education at Hardin-Simmons University. While in this program he taught undergraduate Psychology, Sociology and Counselling at local colleges as well as writing a book on the assessment and treatment of Attention Deficit Disorder. He was then employed by the Texas Department of Criminal Justice (TX Prison System) to write treatment programs for inmates with addictions and later worked as an Associate Clinical Psychologist performing intakes on prisoners. Guy retired early to care for his disabled mother upon the passing of his father. He, his wife and their Pomeranians live in West Texas. They have two grown children in other parts of Texas and four grandchildren.Author Social MediaWebsite http://immortalrelations.blogspot.com/
Goodreads http://goodreads.com/writervampire
Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.com/author/guyogan
March 24, 2016
Rose of Crimson
EXCERPT
Life had its strange ways, presenting him with a chance to love her as he should’ve loved her centuries ago… He must learn how to bear a lonely life. As Kate had said, what kind of life could he give her? Of course, she’d referred to Phantom andChristine, but Kate might as well have spoken of him and her. Yes, he could provide for her, but not give her his heart, and love without heart just wasn’t love.A corner of clear plastic case sticking out of the pink wrapping on the passenger seat caught his eye. Kate had the CD in her hand when she left the car. She’d put the soundtrack in her purse. How had the case found its way back to the car? Perhaps she left it behind to make sure he would return it. No, she wouldn’t do such a deceitful thing. She had promised she believed him when he’d said he would see her again. He placed the CD inside the glove compartment.He opened the door and set one foot on the concrete. Emina’s ethereal whisper stopped him from exiting his car.‘The CD is a guarantee you’ll pay Kate a visit.’His heart ceased for a few beats, pain stabbed at his chest. “Emina, my dove. You must not interfere.”‘You promised me, Matthias.’ Scolding in her tone made her voice louder.He sank against the backrest. How could he keep his vow when he spent every moment thinking of what life might’ve been had she lived? “That is one promise that will have to go unfulfilled. I can never love another.”‘I will not cross over until you fulfill my dying wish. And there’s a matter of karmic debt you created during your time with servant Kate. It must be repaid with this Kate. The imbalance in your life goes back over three centuries.’He raked his fingers through his hair. Karmic debt, the concept of compensating for the ill treatment of an essence during its past life had to be repaid to the reincarnated soul was not new. Emina was right. Her wish was selfless. She had thought of him and their children, wanting him to find someone who’d love them and who they’d love in return, and reclaim the balance in his life.‘Open your heart and you’ll see there’s room for love. Kate is not just another woman. She loves you to a fault.’“This Kate is not the same woman I love—” He clamped his mouth shut before his tongue could complete the word. Preposterous to think he had loved a servant. “You saw me kiss her in the car?” Blood rushed to his head. What would she think of him?
‘You should be ashamed for allowing your stubbornness to get the best of you. Why are you turning your back on her, on love?’ Her whisper faded, and he strained to hear the last few words.“I’m not stubborn. It’s a sense of propriety. Stay with me, love. Let me explain. Don’t leave.” Desperation edged his voice and closed his throat. ‘With you gone, I fear the beast is stirring inside me,’ he confessed, despite his qualms. By not admitting the fact he hung onto a false hope that he imagined the urges and the voice every time he succumbed to desire for Kate.Warmth spread over his chest. Emina’s whisper echoed in his mind. ‘The beast is part of you, has been for centuries. Without it, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Once you allow yourself to love Kate, the entity residing in you will be placated.’Her voice faded. He waited. Had she gone or chosen to give him her famous silent treatment?
BLURB
Kate Rokov’s grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head, or she will flunk her finals. Matthias Zrin, a three centuries old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rušinić, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing her from sleeping and her ignorance is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his late wife’s earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rušinić Castle. Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse and, in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire. In this tale of two life times and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.
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Life had its strange ways, presenting him with a chance to love her as he should’ve loved her centuries ago… He must learn how to bear a lonely life. As Kate had said, what kind of life could he give her? Of course, she’d referred to Phantom andChristine, but Kate might as well have spoken of him and her. Yes, he could provide for her, but not give her his heart, and love without heart just wasn’t love.A corner of clear plastic case sticking out of the pink wrapping on the passenger seat caught his eye. Kate had the CD in her hand when she left the car. She’d put the soundtrack in her purse. How had the case found its way back to the car? Perhaps she left it behind to make sure he would return it. No, she wouldn’t do such a deceitful thing. She had promised she believed him when he’d said he would see her again. He placed the CD inside the glove compartment.He opened the door and set one foot on the concrete. Emina’s ethereal whisper stopped him from exiting his car.‘The CD is a guarantee you’ll pay Kate a visit.’His heart ceased for a few beats, pain stabbed at his chest. “Emina, my dove. You must not interfere.”‘You promised me, Matthias.’ Scolding in her tone made her voice louder.He sank against the backrest. How could he keep his vow when he spent every moment thinking of what life might’ve been had she lived? “That is one promise that will have to go unfulfilled. I can never love another.”‘I will not cross over until you fulfill my dying wish. And there’s a matter of karmic debt you created during your time with servant Kate. It must be repaid with this Kate. The imbalance in your life goes back over three centuries.’He raked his fingers through his hair. Karmic debt, the concept of compensating for the ill treatment of an essence during its past life had to be repaid to the reincarnated soul was not new. Emina was right. Her wish was selfless. She had thought of him and their children, wanting him to find someone who’d love them and who they’d love in return, and reclaim the balance in his life.‘Open your heart and you’ll see there’s room for love. Kate is not just another woman. She loves you to a fault.’“This Kate is not the same woman I love—” He clamped his mouth shut before his tongue could complete the word. Preposterous to think he had loved a servant. “You saw me kiss her in the car?” Blood rushed to his head. What would she think of him?
‘You should be ashamed for allowing your stubbornness to get the best of you. Why are you turning your back on her, on love?’ Her whisper faded, and he strained to hear the last few words.“I’m not stubborn. It’s a sense of propriety. Stay with me, love. Let me explain. Don’t leave.” Desperation edged his voice and closed his throat. ‘With you gone, I fear the beast is stirring inside me,’ he confessed, despite his qualms. By not admitting the fact he hung onto a false hope that he imagined the urges and the voice every time he succumbed to desire for Kate.Warmth spread over his chest. Emina’s whisper echoed in his mind. ‘The beast is part of you, has been for centuries. Without it, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Once you allow yourself to love Kate, the entity residing in you will be placated.’Her voice faded. He waited. Had she gone or chosen to give him her famous silent treatment?
BLURB
Kate Rokov’s grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head, or she will flunk her finals. Matthias Zrin, a three centuries old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rušinić, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing her from sleeping and her ignorance is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his late wife’s earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rušinić Castle. Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse and, in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire. In this tale of two life times and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.
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March 22, 2016
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Blurb:
Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?
Excerpt
“Samantha Dixon. What’s yours?”
“Callum Blake.”
He concentrated on Samantha. He’d never seen a woman as gorgeous as she. Her howl stated she was in search of mate, but surely a woman as beautiful as she would have suitors falling over themselves to have her. No male wolf in his right mind would pass up someone like her.
“Have you been mated before?” he asked in a subtle attempt to find out about her past or present relationship. All he wanted to really know was if he had competition.
“I was but he died,” she said softly. “A casualty of the war between us and a neighboring pack.”She bit her lip and wiped the corners of her eyes.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” His heart went out for her. Losing someone you love was rough and for it to be a mate made it even harder. Shifters when they mated were bound together by a special bond, and when it broke because of the other’s death it was like losing half of their soul. He never had that type of connection before, still, he could imagine the type of pain such a loss would inflict on the surviving mate.
She stood and began to straighten up the bed. “Not half as sorry as I am.”
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Please forgive my intrusion. I’m just trying to express my gratitude.”
She smiled weakly. “I know. I’m sorry if I sounded snippy. It’s just that things have been rough lately and I’ve been stressed.” She waved her hand as she turned to leave. “That’s not important right now. You need to get well.”
“Please don’t go.” Just having her near soothed him. She was cute, feminine, and wore a timid expression that hinted at the suffering she had endured. Even though he had only known her for a short time, he already wanted to be her shield, protecting her from any harm that would come her way. He wanted to hold her in his arms and feel her body against his. Something in her challenged him to be more than just a warrior. Ever since her howl in the night, his soul had been on fire for her.
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Clare Dargin is a multi-published romance author. She has written for several publishers in different genres, including erotic romance, military romance, contemporary, paranormal, and sci-fi. She lives in the mid-west, and when not surfing the web, she is hard at work writing her next romance novel. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, and Amazon.
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