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November 11, 2024
Balor Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
(Balor’s Saints MC)
Fantasy Romance, Motorcycle Club
Date Published: November 15, 2024
Tap into the magick, feel the heat, and ride along with the Balor’s Saints MC on this unmissable journey of danger and desire.
Belladonna: My father, the leader of my coven, is a monster. When I hear him talking about selling me in marriage to another coven, I know I need to escape. And there’s only one hope. I have to find the mage who prophesied to father the most powerful child seen in centuries and get him to sleep with me.
I knew tricking the notorious dark mage Balor Hades into bed was risky. But I’d planned to be gone before my spell wore off. Just one problem… He woke up before I did. Now he’s confined me to his house… and he’s beyond pissed.
Balor: The witch should have never darkened my doorstep. She definitely shouldn’t have cast a spell on me. But she did, and now I know she’s mine… my fated mate. I’ve waited two hundred years, and now that I have her in my grasp, I’m not letting her go. I’ll put everything on the line to protect her, even from her own father. But can the town of Darkwood survive a battle with her coven?
My brothers in the Balor’s Saints MC have my back, even if they aren’t too sure about Belladonna just yet. With them on my side, I know we’ll get through this. Except I’ve been keeping something from them -- my real identity. When they find out, will all hell break loose? Or will they still stand with me to fight against the supernatural storm brewing?
Dive into this supernatural romance that mixes spicy passion with pulse-pounding action.
EXCERPT
Balor
Adjusting my leather jacket, I stepped into the clubhouse, letting the door swing shut behind me. Casual attire suited my alter ego -- jeans, a plain T-shirt, and the jacket that was more than just a piece of clothing. It was a symbol.
The low hum of conversation filled the room, mingling with the scent of leather and beer. The clubhouse had an air of camaraderie, the kind that came from shared secrets and mutual respect. Balor’s Saints MC -- my club. My men. Even if they didn’t realize it yet.
I nodded to someone across the room, my gaze sweeping over the familiar faces. Collin lounged on the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. The crime drama playing out seemed a bit too close to home. I’d heard the whispers when he’d come to town. Seen the warrant myself. He’d seemed genuine when he’d said the crime had been justified. Still. I liked to make sure he wasn’t killing anyone while he was here.
I’d built this club gradually, but the idea had come to me about twenty years ago. Maybe slightly longer, or shorter. As long as I’d been alive, forget days blurring together. Entire years did. Collin had joined us about five years ago. I knew for a human that was a decent amount of time. For the rest of us, it was barely a blip on our radar. None of these men had known one another before I’d brought them into the club, and they hadn’t all moved to town even close to the same timeframe. But somehow, we worked well together, even though we all had a darker side, including the human. My club brothers weren’t saints -- despite our club name -- but we didn’t harm the innocent.
I took in the sharp angles of his face, the pale blue eyes that seemed to not miss a thing. I didn’t think anything in the room escaped his notice. Collin was always watchful. I’d wondered if it was because of the life he’d led running from the law, or if it was something else. Right now, he seemed at ease. His dark hair was short, the faintest hint of a five-o’clock shadow along his jaw. He didn’t bother to look my way as I crossed the room to take a seat beside him.
I watched Clay and Jackson play a game of darts. My gaze moved to the TV. I didn’t need to look at Collin for what I had planned. I doubted he’d even realize what I was doing. My magick slid along my skin, like the soft caress of a lover. I let it slither out, searching. When it brushed against Collin’s thoughts, I felt the familiar tingle in my fingertips. He didn’t even flinch. No indication he knew what I’d done. I’d gotten better at being subtle. No images of blood or fear. I did see a few images of him fucking one of the strippers down the road. I wouldn’t deny it made my dick hard. I’d never claimed to be a saint. Even my club brothers didn’t know how true that was.
“Show any good?” I nodded to the TV.
He snorted. “It’s crap. But it’s better than nothing.”
The low hum of the TV nearly drowned out the sound of the darts hitting the board. Someone had turned off the lights in the front of the building, and shadows crept along the walls in the great room.
Collin shifted on the couch. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
I offered a faint smile. “Had some business in town. Thought I’d stop by, have a drink with my club brothers.”
Clay pulled a dart free from the board a few feet away. I watched as the muscles in his back bunched under his shirt. He threw the dart, and I heard the thud as it hit the target.
“Not bad,” Jackson Mays said. He pulled his own darts free and stepped back.
Jackson’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, and I saw his eyes darken. Not with lust. No. The necromancer didn’t want to fuck me. He wanted to pull me apart and see what made me tick. I’d have to watch him. I’d never admit it, but I didn’t know everything he could do. I’d need to look into his kind a bit more, see how much of a threat he could be. Another thing I’d been putting off. It wasn’t like Jackson hadn’t been here for about a decade already. Then again, there was a chance I wouldn’t be able to dig up much, regardless of which contacts I used. He seemed like the type who knew how to keep his secrets buried.
His raven hair was neatly trimmed, his clothing immaculate. I’d noticed he preferred darker colors, and today was no different. The shirt and jeans he wore were black, even his boots.
“Think you can do better?” Clay asked.
“I can try.” Jackson’s tone remained calm and measured.
Clay threw his last dart and joined us, grabbing a beer from the fridge before he settled into a chair. “You’ve got to be cheating. There’s no way you’d consistently win against me, not when my reflexes are better.”
“Just lucky.” Jackson’s lips twitched.
Ben, who’d been sitting at the table, looked up from his phone. He seemed to see right through me. His dark hair was mussed as if he’d run his fingers through it repeatedly. A perpetual smirk played on his lips, and I could see the appeal he’d have for a lot of people. He had a roguish charm and oozed danger. His looks and confidence didn’t hurt either. I knew better than to assume he was harmless. I could see it in the way he carried himself. The others didn’t seem the least bit concerned about him.
I’d heard a little about him before he joined the club nearly twelve years ago. Not enough to satisfy my curiosity. He kept to himself a lot. I’d considered trying to read his thoughts but worried it might scare him off. I’d wait it out. If he was a threat, we’d figure it out sooner or later. I’d hoped it would be later. I liked him, and I knew the others did too.
He stood and made his way over to us. His movements were almost ethereal in their grace. There was something almost intimate about it, and it made me understand why so many people offered up their necks to him, or any other veins he wanted to sink his fangs into.
“This is what we’ve come to? Watching bad TV because we’re too lazy to find the remote?” he asked.
I chuckled. “It’s not so bad. Beats staring at a wall.” These men were my brothers, not by blood but by choice. And yet I lied to them every fucking day. If they ever found out… No, it wouldn’t do me any good to go down that road. Not until I had to. Sooner or later, my identity would come out. Nothing remained a secret forever.
Clay took a swig of his beer. “Heard some weird things going on in town. You hear anything?”
I shrugged. “I hear a lot of things. Some of them might even be true.”
Ben snorted. “You’d think people would have better things to do than gossip.”
“Humans have always gossiped,” I said. “It’s in their nature. But supernaturals are even worse.”
Collin leaned back, stretching his legs out. “So, what’s the word on the street, then?”
I let my gaze drift over him. “I hear there’s a human in town who likes to play house with a bunch of supernaturals. As in keeping them like pets.”
Jackson’s eyes darkened, and I wondered if he’d be seeking out that person and liberating the enslaved people. Our people. There weren’t a lot of humans in this town, not compared to the number of supernatural beings, but the ones we did have didn’t typically cause trouble. But this person was new and clearly didn’t know the rules yet.
“Know what else I heard recently?”
About the Author
Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still managing to end on a satisfying note each time.
When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book. She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies. Visit Wylde's website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and don't forget to sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive discounts and other exciting perks.
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Brothers Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Political Thriller
Brothers: a novel of political intrigue and family turmoil.
Brothers is a fast paced political thriller. A modern-day story of Cain and Abel that asks the question, ‘Am I my brother’s keeper?’ The answer depends on which brother is asking the question and the women they encounter.
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Speaker of the House of Representatives Gianni Simonelli is a second-generation New York Italian American hell bent on not being associated with the Mafia. The problem is his brother is a member of a New York crime family.
On the Inauguration Day, the newly elected President steps to the podium to address the nation and is shot and killed by the Secret Service agent assigned to protect him . Reeling from the assassination Gianni is called upon to help stabilize the administration.
Someone identified as the ‘Emperor’ leads a domestic terror organization known as VIPER that has infiltrated America’s national security agencies to gain control of its military power and wealth. With evidence the Secret Service and FBI may be part of VIPER, Gianni turns to CIA Director Jill Shelton to find out who’s behind the insurrection. As events spiral out of control, Gianni is left with no alternative but to seek help from his estranged brother Mario.
When the Mafia strikes VIPER in a brutal but effective way to help save the democracy from being overthrown, Gianni and Shelton face the real possibility collaborating with the Mafia could result in them becoming crime family puppets.
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November 7, 2024
The Case of the Greensboro Gremlins Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Middle Grade Paranormal Mystery
Date Published: October 2024
Twelve-year-old Dotty Morgan is a supernatural sleuth who has solved cases involving French fry phantoms and zombie ninjas in her hometown of Elderton, NC. Now, she’s heading to Greensboro, where her girlfriend, Hannah, is wrestling in a major tournament, and her BFF, Parker, is competing in a fashion show for young designers.
Dotty looks forward to a few fun and relaxing days in the city. But when weird accidents plague Parker’s fashion show, she determines paranormal forces are to blame. Dotty declares her vacation over and the investigation on.
About the Author
Erik Christopher Martin is a San Diego writer originally from Cleveland, Ohio. He has published four books for YA and middle grade readers under the In A Bind Books imprint. His latest book ‘The Case of the French Fry Phantom’ launched in all formats on 3/17/2023. It is Book One of the Dotty Morgan Supernatural Sleuth Series.
His short stories can be found in A Year Ink 4, The Guilded Pen 2019, on CoffinBell.com 2.3, Frontiertales.com, Tales to Terrify podcast, HauntedMTL, and the Monster Anthology by AEL Press.
Visit his website at ErikChristopherMartin.com. Follow him on Twitter at @ErikCMartin.
Erik is a member of the SCBWI, SDWEG, and the HWA.
Erik loves all things book related. He is a former bookstore owner (In A Bind Books in Lakewood, Ohio opened in 2000 and closed 2 years later), and former part-time library employee.
Besides writing, Erik loves to read authors such as Vonnegut, Moorcock, Pratchett, and Douglas Adams. And when he plays D&D, he’s the DM, 9 times out of 10.
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November 6, 2024
You Are A Queen Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Nonfiction / Self-Improvement
Date Published: October 1, 2024
Celia Anzalone Bowers went from a drug addict hooked on methamphetamine and cocaine to a pageant queen, Love Waits for You podcast host, TEDx speaker, nationally ranked-triathlete, mother, committed spouse, published author, and a multi-million-dollar business entrepreneur.
After surviving a traumatic childhood accompanied with abandonment, sexual abuse, drug abuse, and physically and verbally abusive relationships, Celia overcame her trauma and all the ways she coped with it—overachieving, people-pleasing, and addictive behaviors—by transforming her pain into her power and healing herself—body, mind, and soul.
If someone would have told her twenty years ago that she would found a nonprofit that touches countless lives, continually be featured on local talk shows across Tennessee for inspiring others, write not one, but three books—much less, use her voice at all—she would have thought they had lost their mind.
She didn’t believe she could ever “come back.”
Two decades ago, Celia had no concept of what she was capable of—what anyone is capable of—because no one had shown her the way.
Trapped in her own darkness, Celia had to feel her way to the light.
Ultimately, Celia realized the healing had resided within her the entire time. She will show you so that you may see to believe for yourself—if she could turn her pain into power—anyone can.
No matter where you are in your healing journey, you will find hope and practical guidance in You Are a Queen: Transform Your Pain into Power.
Whether you are struggling with a break-up, some form of addiction, a lifetime of trauma, financial struggles, a loss of someone or something, or simply searching for a new way to live and to feel less “stuck,” this book will offer you strategies for not only some relief, but for your lasting healing.
About the Author
Celia Anzalone Bowers is the Founder and President of the 501(c)(3) nonprofit, Lead with Love International. Through her nonprofit, she has facilitated therapeutic writing workshops in five states and counting since becoming established in August of 2023.
During her workshop, she donates a copy of her first book (Celia’s Eyes, 2011). She shares her raw, authentic story of childhood trauma, addiction, recovery, and ultimately the path that led her to where she is today.
She is an entrepreneur in the mortgage industry, mother of five-year-old twin boys, wife to husband, Dr. Dane Bowers (Au. D.), and is a nationally ranked triathlete.
She is also the host of her podcast, Love Waits for You, serves on the board for CASA, and holds a Bachelor of Science from Bryan College, while she lives and works in the Nashville, Tennessee area.
Her latest book, You Are a Queen: Transform Your Pain into Power is available to purchase!
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The Pope's Jew Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Historical Fiction
Paris 1980
Who is Luc Kasten? A wealthy French industrialist? A wanted man? A Jew from Avignon who has led a forged life? Or is he all three? Now, 35 years after the end of WWII, he is ready to unburden himself and hires a veteran journalist, Diane Jameson, to write his memoir. But years of hiding his identity make him hesitate to share his grim secret. A chance encounter with a past enemy spurs him to violence, and Diane, who finds herself falling in love with him, joins Kasten in his struggle to outwit the man who can expose him. What ensues is a cat-and-mouse thriller and a love story set against the somber background of France during and after WWII.
Praise for The Polish Woman:
"A meticulous .. raw study of the relationship between Catholic and Jewish Poles..." ~ The New York Times
"Vividly drawn characters ... compelling, combining romance and mystery and reminding us of the difficulty of unearthing personal truths when one of history's great cataclysms has buried them." ~ The Wall Street Journal
“A haunting portrait... Strongly evoked ... The understated and moving story of a woman whose memories open so many old wounds." ~ Philadelphia Inquirer
Praise for Sunrise Shows Late:
"A deftly written story, full of danger, intrigue, suspense and passion ..." ~ Christian Science Monitor
"An austerely beautiful novel ... love blossoms amid the chaos, rubble and danger in a tale narrated with a calm restraint that adds to the passion. " ~ Publishers Weekly
About the Author
Eva Mekler was born in Poland after WWII and lived in a displaced persons camp in German until she was four years old. Ms. Mekler worked as a psychologist and is a former actor. In addition to fiction, she is the author of eight books on psychology and theater. She lives in New York City.
Ancient Blood: The Immaculate
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The Immaculate
(Ancient Blood 3)
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Steamy
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Paranormal, Vampires
Length: Novel
Ebook cover art created at Canva.com
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Tagline: A victim searching for answers meets a vampire fighting demons of his own.
Tags: #vampires, #paranormal, #magic, #alphahero, #darkfantasy #urbanfantasy
Blurb:
Scarred in mind and body after a brutal attack, Mara travels to Spain in pursuit of an explanation for flashbacks that hint at supernatural evil. There she meets Adam, a gorgeous vampire fighting demons of his own. Bound by mutual attraction and suffering, it seems they can heal each other, until their romantic relationship turns potentially deadly for one of them.
Note: The Immaculate was previously published. This re-edited version contains additional scenes. The Immaculate contains scenes with sex and violence. The story refers to past rape, past child abuse, and a past suicide attempt.
Excerpt
Standing, Mara knocked several leather-bound volumes onto the carpet. “Damn. I’m so clumsy.”
She stooped to gather the books when a large hand picked up an especially heavy volume by her toe. Startled, she jumped.
She glanced at the man beside her. He had broad shoulders, a strong neck, and a face that compelled Mara to stare. Though not handsome, his features were endearing. He was smooth-shaven, his cheekbones high and broad. His straight nose was slightly snubbed and his lower lip full. Before her attack she might have called his mouth kissable, but lately romance was the last thing on her mind. Her heartbeatfluttered when she looked into his eyes. Fringed with thick lashes,they were the darkest blue she’d ever seen.
“Letme help you.” His deep voice resounded in the empty room. Like her,he was American.
“Thankyou. I fell asleep and I guess I’m still a little groggy.”
Heglanced at the books. “Whispersof the Damned. The Book of Eternal Curses. Death Kisses.Just a little bit of light reading? No wonder you have nightmares.”
Shequickly gathered the books into a pile. They stood, and she noticedhe was tall enough to be intimidating. “I have strange taste.Thanks for your help.”
“Youforgot one.” He caught up to her. “Lordsof the Moon.”
Marastared at him. “You can read that?”
“It’san odd dialect, but not quite lost.”
“Atfirst I thought it was Latin. Not that my Latin’s great. I shouldhave paid more attention in class.”
“Itis Latin. A form of it, anyway.”
“Canyou…” Mara shook her head.
“CanI what?”
“Nothing.There’s no time. The library is closing. I just really wish I knewwhat was in that book. These others are all the same. Just a lot offolklore.”
Hislips curved in the slightest smile. “Sure it’s folklore. Youdon’t really believe in vampires and werewolves, do you?”
“Ofcourse not. I’m just interested in…true crime. You know, peoplewho think they’re vampires and werewolves. Lycanthropy and such.”She nodded to the pile of books in her hands. “You can just toss iton top. I have to take these to the desk. They don’t let anyonecheck them out. I guess they’re rare.”
Hetook the books from her and brushed through the glass doors to thedesk.
Maratrotted to keep up with his long strides. “Listen, sir, you reallydon’t have to—”
“Adam.”He glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll be here around six tomorrowto translate for you.”
Marapaused beside him at the desk. Her hands trembled and her heartpounded. What a fool she must sound like.
“Youreally don’t have to do that.”
“Youwant to know what’s in the book?”
“Yes,but I hope you don’t think this is some kind of crazy come-on.”
Thosedark blue eyes fixed on hers. Heat rose in her face. What had madeher say that?
“I’llsee you tomorrow.” He walked down the marble steps to the exitdoor. One hand on the glass, he turned. “And that’s not a crazycome-on, either.”
Marawatched him disappear into the dark streets of Seville.
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Wanta taste of the Ancient Blood series? Read about Brett and Mercedesfrom the Immaculate in their free short story About Time (AncientBlood 3.5). https://kate-hill.com/about-time/
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KateHill is a vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romanticfantasies. When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading,working out, watching horror movies, and researching vampires andViking history. She runs the Compelling Beasts Blog that is dedicatedto antagonists, antiheroes, and paranormal creatures. Kate alsowrites as Saloni Quinby.
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November 5, 2024
Terror Pre-Order Blitz #rabtbooktours
(Scorned Devil’s MC)
LGBTQ, Motorcycle Club, M/M
Date Published: November 8, 2024
Terror: Once, he had been Terrance Holton, a young gay man who learned to shove what he is so deep inside himself, he almost forgot. He grew up to be Terror and he is the Vice President of one of the baddest outlaw motorcycle clubs in Pennsylvania. The consequence of denying who he really is turns Terror into a threat to everyone around him, and eventually lands Terror in jail. There he connects with a beautiful older man who teaches Terror to love who he is.
Tinman: Timothy Jacoby gave years of his life to leading a motorcycle club that no longer exists. He did anything for his MC and his brothers, never hiding who he was. Then Tinman got arrested and sent to prison, where he serves ten years. When Tinman meets a younger biker who hides his gayness from the crew he rides with, he vows to keep Terror safe, but he hides his own past as a biker. Unable to forget their blistering encounters, the minute Tinman is released, he’s hellbent on finding Terror again. This time he’ll keep his prize.
Both men’s secrets are about to collide, and they just might blow the Scorned Devils MC to smithereens.
THE FOLLOWING EXCERPT CONTAINS MATERIAL SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS 18+.
EXCERPT
Terror
Goddamn Dread and his fuck-the-world attitude. Defying every norm, the man flaunted his desire for other men. Took them without a care for what anyone thought. Yet he was still the most respected Scorned Devils MC club member, the MC club’s sergeant at arms, and other MCs feared him as if he were some kind of hero with super powers or some shit.
Back then, Terror had detested Dread -- mostly for causing his own dormant childhood feelings to resurface.
Now Terror was returning home from prison feeling as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Having heard from Cat, a man Terror had introduced to biker culture and the Scorned Devils MC days before his release, he was aware of the showdown between Cat and Dread. He’d told Cat to pack up and return to Kansas. Terror didn’t even go home to get his bike. He had bigger plans. He couldn’t wait to see the man who’d taken up so much space in Terror’s head while he’d been locked up for nearly three years. Terror had berated Dread mercilessly about being gay. Treated him even worse whenever Terror heard about Dread screwing any man who would have him.
When he’d been arrested, Battle Graves, their MC president, had been the one to show up to bail Terror out. He’d turned down Bat’s offer of legal representation. The bastard Terror had beaten to within an inch of his life? Shit, he’d do that again if he had to. No reason to fight the charges and have his brothers find out what went down in that motel room in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
At that time, Terror hadn’t been ready to come out.
He’d been named Terrance Holton by his drugged-out single mom, who’d simply vanished one night. Wading through the foster care system at a young age, Terror had realized he might be gay. Afraid and beat down, he’d buried Terrance deep in his psyche. Deep enough to almost forget the boy existed.
As he grew older, nothing scared the man he became -- an angry-as-hell bastard who cared for no one. Made everyone call him Terror. If they didn’t, he whipped their asses.
He came to embrace one thing -- an old motorcycle he’d stolen from the shed behind his last foster home. It was never reported because that motherfucker would never talk to anyone again.
That motorcycle… the speed, his disdain for the law, it led to Terror’s prospecting with the Scorned Devils MC.
Meeting the club’s sergeant at arms changed everything.
Now he was back. And he was ready to show his true colors.
Would his brothers and other clubs receive Terror the same way?
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Standing in the newly built loft of Hell’s Lair, the place Scorned Devils called home, Terror looked down at Dread, who had moved from the room used for meetings to sit in a chair outside the door. Dread’s preference had always been big, hairy bastards. What would he think about Terror’s fuller, muscular body? A body he’d worked on every day in the prison gym…
The blond hair he used to wear short was now in a ponytail. He tossed it over his shoulder and stroked his beard. Another noticeable change. He’d grown a full beard.
Damn, Dread was still a fine motherfucker.
Strangely, it wasn’t Dread’s green eyes that scorched a path through Terror’s mind. Another face emerged in his thoughts as he finger-combed his beard. A man who, much like Dread, never gave a fuck what others believed about him. A prisoner who ran the cell block Terror had occupied for the last three years.
Rattled Terror to imagine blue eyes he’d assumed he’d forget. Blue eyes that had looked up at him many nights when Terror plundered the man’s sweet asshole.
I. Am. Gay.
Glad he hadn’t given his virginal asshole to anyone, Terror shoved old memories away as he walked down the steps to confront the one person who could have him any way he desired.
With a look, Terror chased the other members out and sent Battle to the office before he confronted Dread. “You and me need to talk.”
About the Author
A former MC associate, J. Hali Steele loves anything with wheels, including motorcycles, classic automobiles, and race cars. A retired winning ex-quarter mile drag racer, J. Hali often angles to get her butt back in the driver’s seat!
J. Hali is a multi-published, best-selling author of romance in Contemporary MC, ReligErotica, Paranormal, Fantasy, and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters, and angels collide – and they collide a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap and a cup of her favorite beverage of the moment.
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November 4, 2024
Memories of MK-ULTRA Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Coming of Age / Psychological /Historical Thriller / Metaphysical
Memories of MK-ULTRA traces the development of three siblings from their early childhood—marred by harrowing mind control experiences in the CIA’s MK-ULTRA program—through their coming of age during the turbulent 60s and into their early adulthood in the 1980s. As the story develops, an incredible chain of events uncover the dark forces shaping their lives . . . until an unexpected source of light appears.
About the Author
Bill Yarborough has enjoyed writing for many years. Manhattan Book Group will publish his debut novel, Memories of MK-ULTRA, in September 2024. The story is inspired by repressed memories from his young childhood where he, his brother, and his sister recall undergoing experiments of the CIA’s MK-ULTRA mind control program. Bill is also working on a sequel to his first novel, and his short story “Night Mother” was published by Prolific Press in an anthology of short stories, Jitter Issue # 8. Bill also co-authored emotional health articles in The Diablo Gazette Magazine, and he and his wife, Inge, are working on a book entitled EFT on Steroids.
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Dreams Eclipsed Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Sci-Fi, Futuristic Romance
Date Published: November 8, 2024
THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS MATERIAL SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS 18+.
Janet's orgasms are earth-shattering. At least they are when she's Dreaming in the Zodiac, a virtual reality world created by Dr. Archer Tate. The problem is that, technically, a system shutdown shouldn't be possible, especially not from a mere cyber-orgasm. Gamely, Janet reveals every intimate detail of her Dreams for the team's troubleshooting analysis but several weeks later, the cause of the anomalous malfunction remains a mystery.
Archer blames Janet for the Zodiac's glitch. He just can't figure out how she's triggering it. Doesn’t help that listening to her reveal her lusty Zodiac Dreams, orgasm by orgasm, is driving him insane with lust for her. For the sake of the project and his sanity, he decides to Dream with her so he can catch her in the act and put this business to rest.
There's more to Janet's orgasmic Zodiac Dreaming than mere mechanics. It takes someone who knows Janet's heart as well as her mind and body to create the disruptive orgasm. When the team psychologist, Liam, insists he's better suited for the job, Archer realizes he could lose something more precious to him than Zodiac. Will sharing Janet with Liam solve their problems, or will he lose her forever?
EXCERPT
Janet Widgeon sauntered into the smoky jazz club, her stiletto heels clicking on the varnished wood floor. Notes of sweet, sassy blues rolled down the dimly lit hall to welcome her. She was early, far earlier than she normally arrived at the Zodiac Club, but pacing in her apartment hadn’t lessened her anxiety.
Is he as excited about tonight as I am? Is he already here, waiting for me?
The burly bouncer stationed at the entrance greeted her. “Evenin’, Miss Janet.” His thin black lips curved slightly upward as he took in her skintight, siren red dress. High praise coming from the stoic man.
Though she wore three-inch heels, she had to stretch to kiss the beefy man’s cheek. “Evening, Trent. How’s the mood tonight?”
“Hotter than Maria’s gumbo.”
Janet chuckled. “Don’t let her hear you say that, or her next batch will violate our fire code.”
Trent ducked his head in agreement. “True that.”
She fingered her slim, sequined purse -- it was the same shade as the dress and shoes -- as she surrendered to her curiosity. “Any messages for me?”
“None of the friendly sort, if that’s what you’re asking.” Even in the dim light she could see his brown eyes sparkle with amusement.
With a nod, she deftly spun on the points of her shoes and headed toward the bar’s crowded interior.
“Going to your office, Miss, or should I ask one of the girls to bring a glass of white wine to your table?”
Her gaze roamed the dim interior as she considered her answer. “I’m far too restless to concentrate on paperwork tonight. I think I’ll mingle first, and then find a seat when Jim begins his first set.”
“You have yourself a fine evening then, Miss Janet.”
Janet penetrated the hazy atmosphere where a broad mix of patrons congregated around small tables in front of the stage. Tonight’s headlining act was a real coup for the club. Jim Byrnes owned a nightspot in Vancouver and rarely played anyplace else. How her manager had sweet-talked him into taking a trip to her little place in bayou country was a secret that man wasn’t telling.
A relatively new kid on the national jazz scene, Chris Thomas King was currently warming up the room with good, old-fashioned songs. Janet hummed along with his rendition of the old Blues classic John Law as she circulated through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with old and new friends.
Jim’s name was a big draw, and Janet was pleased to see her staff keeping up with the clientele’s high demand for fresh, full glasses. Most of the customers wouldn’t want a meal so late at night, just a few Cajun snacks to keep the alcohol company. Janet noted that Maria and her kitchen staff seemed to have those requests under control as well.
There was only one question remaining on her mind. By the time she completed a full circuit of the room, Janet had that answer too. He’s not here.
Instead of being disappointed, a tremor of excitement rippled along her spine. He wasn’t here. Yet. But he would come. She was sure of it.
Janet signaled for a barmaid to bring over a drink as she sat down at an empty table, the one reserved for her exclusive use, in a dark corner at the right edge of the stage. Usually, she invited others to join her, but not this time. The only person whose company she desired now knew where to find her -- and would, sometime before the night was over.
It had been exactly a month ago that she’d first met him, a friend of a friend who shared her fondness for delta blues and late-night conversation. They’d talked until dawn threatened to cross the line from speculation to fact. He’d left her with a passionate kiss and a promise to return the following Saturday.
In fact, he’d come back again and again to the Zodiac Club, never staying beyond closing, never asking if he could take her home or inviting her to his place. But after their last encounter, she knew their next meeting would end differently. The sexual tension between them had hit a boiling point. Next time, they’d either turn up the heat until their rising passion was finally given a chance to burn, or they’d shut off the gas for good.
And now that night had arrived.
Janet sat alone and waited for him to appear through the blues of Chris Thomas King and then Jim Byrnes’ opening set. She enjoyed both musicians thoroughly, yet part of her remained aware of the lingering emptiness beside her.
As Jim’s second set began, Janet succumbed to a trickle of doubt. Had he forgotten about their date? Lost interest? Met someone else? Normally she didn’t allow the presence or absence of a man at her side to cast doubt on her self-worth, but this man was the exception to every personal rule she had about dating. She’d been so sure he felt the same way and now…
“Why do you wear such a sad face, cherè?” a rich, masculine voice asked from the shadows behind her.
She gasped in surprise. She’d never heard him approach, but somehow he stood beside her, a living advertisement for sin.
Inside the dark club, his face looked chalk white. The rest of him was encased in black from neck to toe. A lightweight ribbed turtleneck tucked into a pair of pleated pants. A sports coat hung over one arm, the opposite hand rested in his pants’ pocket. So much the man she remembered, still more shadow than substance. The only part of him that vibrated with life was the pair of quicksilver eyes which now pierced her soul.
Irritated that he’d made her doubt herself, she snapped, “You’re like a damn ghost.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he pointed out, moving to her side.
Janet knew his courtly manners wouldn’t allow him to sit in the empty chair until it was offered. She’d keep him on pins and needles for a few more seconds to satisfy her moment of pique. “You’ve missed most of the show. Jim Byrnes, for heaven’s sake!”
“Is this transgression so severe you’d rather I go?” His whisky-smooth voice whispered against her ear.
Pure lust snaked down her spine. How could she be inches away from orgasm just from the sound of his voice?
About the Author
Kira Stone has been around the block…the writer’s block, that is.
From vamps and witches to historical heroes, from futuristic scientists to paranormal corporate executives, from Canadian werewolves to off-world shifters, Kira has written about them all. Manlove has sparked hot and heavy in many of her plots, but Kira also finds a lucky lady to keep the sexy heroes company from time to time. While Scotland remains her favorite place in the world, Kira is constantly in search of new adventures to add to the creative primordial ooze where her best stories are born.
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Maggie the Cat Loves Pip's Thanksgiving Surprise Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Maggie the Cat Book 2
Children's Book
Date Published: October 15th
Publisher: Jan-Carol Publishing, Inc.
Wonderful illustrations bring us back up to Grandpa's mountain farmhouse for a Thanksgiving homecoming. Pip will soon have a Thanksgiving surprise, but what exactly will it be? Will it have to do with the treats in the oven? Pecan pie with oatmeal? Cornbread? Dutch apple pie? Mmmmm, they all smell so good!
Will it have to do with a new park for all of the children to play in, being built at a neighbor's farm? Wow! A brand new park where everyone, and I mean everyone, is working very hard. Will it have to do with little Barney who is the littlest goat ever and who is really working hard and chomp chomp chomping away to make the park soft and free of brush?
Or finally, will it have to do with Pip's best friend ever, Maggie? Read along, and let's find out together. We don't have that long. Thanksgiving is coming very soon!
About the Author
Julia Russo spent many winters in the mountains along with her little dog, Chloe, and her sweet husband, Kent. She continues to live in Atlanta but her heart is really in those woods.
One of her favorite things ever was hearing her first graders read aloud. She sometimes wrote for the government and companies, and later wrote descriptions of homes. She even spent time as what is called a roustabout!
After her debut book, Maggie the Cat Who Came Home for Christmas, released in 2023, Julia is excited to continue the series. She visits her mountainside cabin often. One of these days, she’s hoping to get a little goat.
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