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July/August Issue Bewitching Book Tours Magazine

The July/August issue of Bewitching Book Tours Magazine features Writing the Modern Gothic By Marie Treanor, Top Ten Websites to Help Authors by Lincoln Cole, Interview with Authors M L Sparrow, Jamie A Waters, Miriam Pia and features exclusive looks at Aftermath by Joe Reyes, Dial M for Murder Series by Alexis Kennedy, The Lucy Trilogy by L.M. Pruitt, Oubliette: A Forgotten Little Place by Vanta M. Black, The Embodied Trilogy Special Edition Ebook Collection by JB Dutton, Cold Hearted: A Yancy Lazarus Novel by James A. Hunter, and Enchanted Guardian by Sharon Ashwood.

Setting His Sights by BA Tortuga

Setting His SightsFearless 6BA Tortuga
Genre: Gay Romance, action adventure
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: July 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-20-0
Word Count: 20000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Trey’s waited long enough to take what he needs.
Trey Jamison leads an elite mercenary team that specializes in snatch and grabs. Things have been going well – well enough that he’s letting himself notice Kai Tanaka, fellow Texan and team long-range sniper.
Kai hasn’t made any secret of his attraction to Trey. But the boss is the boss, and it isn’t until the team gets compromised and Kai is captured during a job that Trey lets himself admit the feelings he has for his captured teammate.
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Excerpt:
Kai liked when the team spent their downtime together.Oh, he was probably the only one. He knew Jagger hated to sit still for even five seconds, and Cyrus started to look for a fight after about twelve hours of confinement, but being with the team gave him a real sense of belonging. Not only that, but sitting still was his motherfucking job. Sit and wait, then fire.Maybe because he usually worked alone out in the field. When they were holed up in a temporary headquarters, he got to listen to them all chatter, got to sit and clean his weapons and watch Trey Jamison out of the corner of his eye.The boss was a beautiful piece of work, all hard muscle and blond hair. Not bulky, no. Just tall and built like a brick shithouse. Those sharp blue eyes missed nothing, except maybe the way Kai admired the man.Then again, Trey was his team leader, so maybe it was best that he ignored Kai’s longing glances, huh?“You stroke your dick like you do that weapon?” Danny asked him. Their resident pilot was the living stereotype of an adrenaline junkie helo man. He played the drums on every available surface, and he always seemed to be moving half a second faster than everyone else.“You don’t really want to know what I do with my dick, do you?” Kai asked, then waggled his tongue at Danny in a lewd fashion.“Ew. No. Don’t tell.”“Then don’t ask,” Kai rejoined. They talked trash like that all the time, but Kai had a good idea that Danny knew which way Kai’s gate swung, and Danny had always been decent about it.“No problem.” Danny flicked at his hair and danced away. “Why are we in a holding pattern again?”“Trey says our last job is gonna lead to another. We just need intel.”“I need to go get laid,” Jagger grumbled, arms crossed over his wide chest, chin down. Kai had thought he was asleep. “We should get at least a three-day out of that little crazy thing we just rescued.”The girl in Mexico had been a piece of work, convinced that some Mexican drug lord was her biological father instead of just someone holding her for ransom because her real daddy was a higher up in the DEA or some shit. Maybe the house on the beach and lots of jewelry had been a good incentive for a rebellious teen. Said drug lord had promised her horses to ride, too.Maybe all girls really were horse crazy.“Y’all just need to sit tight.” Trey strode into the room, tossing a basketball at Cyrus. “Or go blow off some steam and get some exercise. But no one leaves the compound.”“That sucks ass.” Jagger rose, then reached over to snag the ball from Cyrus. “Come on, you. I need to kick some ass if I can’t have some.”“Who’s the hand-to-hand expert?” Cyrus retorted, chasing Jag out the door.“Yeah, I think I’ll go with them,” Danny said and wandered outside, whistling a tuneless song.“Not you?” Trey asked.“Nah.” Kai indicated his rifle. “There’s always maintenance to do. I’m the one guy you don’t want jamming on you.”“True enough.” Trey grabbed a clipboard off a peg hanging on the wall and started doing inventory. “Anything you need replaced?”“Nope.” All he wanted to do was sit and watch Trey. Beautiful bastard. Kai would take that in a heartbeat, bend over, and just let Trey fuck him senseless. Yum. “So, what’s this job look like?”“I don’t know yet, Kai. I mean, the lead sounds good, and the money is solid. We’re still at the waiting stage, though. Definitely a retrieval. Not Mexico. South America, maybe.”“Damn.” All that heat and humidity were hell on his rifles. Then again, desert jobs in the Middle East played havoc, too.“Sucks to be you, huh?” Trey winked, then went back to work. “I just figured there was no sense letting y’all scatter and have to hunt your asses down.”Kai bit back his reply about how Trey could hunt his ass anytime. Danny might be a good target for sexual jokes, but Trey was not. “I never go that far.”“Nope. You’re damned boring, man. Still, I like that can depend on you, bro. I appreciate it.”The little glow of pride he felt probably should have been humiliating. Crumbs to the good puppy. Kai had given up shame for Lent years ago, though, and he grinned with a flush of pleasure. “I like to be available.”

About the Author:
B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.
For more information on other books by B.A., visit her official website:
http://www.batortuga.com/
http://batortuga.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/batortuga
https://twitter.com/batortuga


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Music Playlist for Vampire Creed by Rain Grey

Amy Grant – Big yellow taxi

Swan Lake Suite


It’s wonderful World – Louis Armstrong


Celine Dion – greatest hits


The Beautiful South – Greatest hits


Olly Murs - Up







Vampire CreedRain Grey
Genre: Vampire Romance
Date of Publication: May 29, 2016
Word Count: 41200
Book Description:
Barnaby Blaine Rice was a Vampire born in the depression with a very special power to see who people truly were. After a long, empty existence of witnessing the darkest points of humanity, Blaine happens to encounter a beautiful married woman named Mary Slate. Unable to handle his love for the beautiful human, Blaine accidentally kills another Vampire over her and is put under a serious debt with the Vampire Council.
Blaine reluctantly forces himself to forget the woman and allows her to live her life without his intervention. It wasn’t until 50-years-later that the distant memories of the captivating Mary are brought back to the surface. Blaine has the pleasure to encounter the young Wendy Slate, granddaughter of Mary Slate after a criminal vampire keeps her hostage. Blaine got there in time to stop the criminal, but not to stop the beginning of Wendy’s transition into Vampirism.
As he was forced to sire her into this new world, he discovers that Wendy is the most amazing person he’d ever met. Wendy has to make a life-altering decision as Blaine has to deal with his blooming feelings for a woman who was identical to his first love. This modern love story introduces the most influential turning point of these lover’s lives. 
Excerpt: Wendy Slate
I got to the library minutes before nine thirty, Archer walking a few feet behind me."You don't have to act like my vampire bodyguard,” I murmured as I caught a small group looking at him with scared gazes, knowing he could hear me."Of course I do. I'm a vampire and your bodyguard."Rolling my eyes, I paused, letting him catch up to me before wrapping my arm around his. "It wouldn't hurt to smile. Next thing I know, someone is going to report you to campus security and have you kicked out. Then you won't be much of a bodyguard, will you?"This time he rolled his eyes, but he did relax his facial features.Together we walked up the steps. My group was meeting in a study room on the third floor. When we arrived at the room, only Jason was there. Opening the door alerted him of our arrival and he looked up with a smile.Wait a second. For a split second, it looked like he was glaring at Archer. His expression changed so fast I wasn't too sure I saw right, even with my keener eyesight since becoming a vampire."Who's this? New boyfriend already?" he asked, a smile on his lips.Brushing away my suspicions, I shook my head. "He's a friend. He goes to school here too. Engineering major. Fifth year."I was quite impressed with myself having come up with a lie on my toes. I was going to introduce Archer as a friend anyway, but Jason question kind of caught me off guard.Jason nodded, accepting my words. "The other two said it will be a while before they get here. They wanted to stop by their dorm first,” he spared another glance at Archer. "Will he be staying?"In response to that, Archer plopped himself into a chair in the corner of the room. "You won't even know I'm here," he said before taking out his cell phone.I had a feeling that wouldn't be the truth if he planned on continuing watching his wrestling show. Ignoring him, I sat at the table across from Jason."I started developing some samples for the project," I stated as I took my notebook and laptop from my backpack.
I started to go over what I had so far with him briefly as well as sharing our other ideas. Though, honestly, I was ready to leave before I even got here. I still had yet to convince Archer to take me to where Theo had brought me. And by not convince, I meant not even approach to the subject. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I was guarding my thoughts so Archer would be none the wiser.
About the Author:
Rain Grey is a psychologist by profession. However, she has been writing books since she was fifteen years old. She loves anything supernatural and her favourite genres are vampire Romance and ghost fiction. Her home in England is close to the town of Stratford Upon Avon, where William Shakespeare was born.
Website: www.raingreyauthor.com  

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The Double Life of Tutweiler Buckhead by Miriam Pia

Hail, and welcome. 
Clearly, you came here looking for adventure, and I certainly won't deny you that.  I don't know what sized town or city you are used to living in, but  The Double Life of Tutweiler Buckhead  in set in Indianapolis.  The whole thing about Indianapolis is that it is a big city, but not a giant city.  It deals with being a Midwestern city rather than having the glamor of some of the other parts of the nation.
Hence, our story begins:  Indianapolis was striving to become a big city that New Yorkers no longer laughed at.  Chicago and sometimes Detroit managed to achieve that, has Indianapolis? 
With much of the sparkle of a big city, and all the attractions of city life that those who flee small towns are hoping for, Indianapolis is often a great middle ground between living in a small city or a town and Megalopolis. 
Every location has it's pros and cons:  Indianapolis, at least between 1980 and 20XX suffers from meth amphetamine drug crime to varying degrees.  Embarrassing as that is, that problem proved to be the inspiration for the plot of  The Double Life of Tutweiler Buckhead .
Double Lives
I have always been fascinated by 'double lives' as a concept.  It started out at work – there are natural boundaries between our public and private selves.  In extreme cases, the difference amounts to a double life.  Do you lead a double life?  Do any of your friends?  Maybe no one you know even does but you experience fear, perhaps, of being 'found out' - the contrast between your public and your private self. 
Tutweiler Buckhead
Named after the glamorous upscale neighborhood in Atlanta, Georgia, Tutweiler Buckhead keeps his work life separate from his private life, at least most of the time.  He is a well dressed man.  He is a corporate executive.  He is an administrator, a manager.  He is a handsome, respectable man.  He is urban and urbane. 
No one would suspect.
Suspect what?
Read the novel and see.


The Double Life of Tutweiler BuckheadMiriam Pia
Genre: urban fiction, magical realism,crime fiction, mystery
Publisher: SBPRA
Date of Publication:  2015ISBN: 978-1628572254
Number of pages:300Word Count: 95,000
Book Description:
Frustrated by the audacity of local villains, the sheriff of Marion County turns to the mayor. Urban fiction set in a real city, The Double Life of Tutweiler Buckhead takes some of the charm of vigilante comic book heroism and mixes it with the nitty gritty of contemporary crime fiction.
A band of champions searches for the missing pieces in the evil plot of a local drug kingpin in The Double Life of Tutweiler Buckhead: An Adventure in Indianapolis.
Ideal for those who love events of the outside world and the workings of the mind – characters’ actions and thoughts are portrayed in this contemporary novel – with just a touch of magic.
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Chapter 1: Help When You Need It

Welcome to the Circle City; crossroads of the Midwest. A major goal was to stop being a place that New Yorkers laughed at. Finally this had happened. The new Mayor was Jason Boggs. He was the city‟s record youngest municipal leader at the ripe old age of 32.

Mayor Boggs had found the debriefings he received from the local law enforcement agencies to be sobering at best and rather disheartening. He told himself in the office after hearing over an hour about some of the local semi-organized crime, “It‟ a good thing I was born cynical or I would be incredibly depressed after that.”

Jason had managed to get elected because he was an innovative leader with a combination of intense drive, profound kind heartedness, was very clever and able to handle subtlety.

A local law enforcement leader had just informed him that he suspected that they had a cocaine dealer in the area who was moving goods at the international level and doing possibly up to a billion dollars of business in a year.

The worst part about cocaine traffickers, was that once they „went big‟ they tended to have more firearms than some of the smaller time dealers, and they tended to be slick, and they often had a lot of „respectable‟ customers.

Jason thought about it. Yuppies living in his own city‟s cherished condominiums dressing professionally and working decent jobs were equally or more liable to be supporting this villain than the blue collar working class. The 3 other thing about cocaine is that like credit cards, most poor people cannot afford it.

He determined that because of all this, he wanted to get rid of the villain as quietly and subtly as the customers made the most of the available drugs.

He had a long think in his office and then played 4 hours of video games in a row at home that night before finally falling into a fitful slumber. He muttered as he tossed and turned, “get rid of them”…”don‟t make a scene”…”no, it‟s not okay actually”…”the police”…”voters”…eventually he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Jason Boggs woke up and wrote briefly in a notebook that he kept by his bed. Then he went through the normal waking and dressing routines and set out to help his fair city once again. He breathed cheerfully and deeply into the fresh morning air because, dear readers, he had a plan to tackle this beast of a local problem.

He called around to people who, well, it‟s better if you don‟t even know Reader. That‟s how secret the information is. They responded according to what they knew. It took Jason hours and well over thirty phone calls to start to find the kind of information that he really needed. After that, he had to schedule in some meetings and attend to less volatile local matters such as the budget, upcoming taxes and how to improve the fitness level of public school students during school hours.
Someone who works „back stage‟ in the local government, gave the Mayor one super important number. This was the magic number to a lone lawyer: a man named Thomas Smith. He was your basic „white guy wasp‟ being predominant ly Americanized ethnic Englishman. He was in his 30‟s. He was very powerful. Financially stable, sharp as a brand new kitchen knife, and imbued with esoteric knowledge and wisdom, Thomas was so much more than just an attorney. He was on a spiritual path that leads men into wizardry, even in the New Millenium.


About the Author:
Miriam Pia has been writing for decades, including over ten years as a professional.  Most of her work was done without a byline and as a ghostwriter.  This is the author's first published novel.
http://miriampia.com/
http://sbpra.com/miriampia/
https://www.facebook.com/miriam.pia1

Blitz- Daughter of the Sun by Zoe Kalo

Daughter of the SunCult of the CatBook 1Zoe Kalo
Genre: YA Fantasy
Date of Publication: Ebook April 1, 2016Date of Publication: Print June 15, 2016
ISBN: 978-1533061768ASIN: B01DRDUQW8
Number of pages: ebook 330 pages  Number of pages: print 350 pagesWord Count: 95,000
Cover Artist: S. Frost Designs
Book Description:
Sixteen-year-old Trinity was born during a solar eclipse and left at the doorsteps of a convent along with a torn piece of papyrus covered with ancient symbols. Raised by nuns in the English countryside, she leads a quiet life until she’s whisked away to the Island of Cats and a grandmother she never knew.
But before they can get to know each other, her grandmother dies. All that Trinity has left is a mysterious eye-shaped ring. And a thousand grieving cats. As Trinity tries to solve the enigma of the torn papyrus, she discovers a world of bloody sacrifices and evil curses, and a prophecy that points to her and her new feline abilities.
Unwilling to believe that any of the Egyptian gods could still be alive, Trinity turns to eighteen-year-old Seth and is instantly pulled into a vortex of sensations that forces her to confront her true self—and a horrifying destiny.
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One month before the summer solstice…
Goosebumps snaked up my spine.
I'd had the same sensation last night while gazing at the moon, when for an instant I’d picture it red, bathed in blood. Then the rippling, bristling feeling had come back this morning as I brushed my teeth and stared at the reflection of my eyes in the bathroom mirror. In a flash the green orbs had turned crimson. I’d blinked, struck by a wave of vertigo, the cold tiles shifting under my feet.“Trinity...you all right?” Brianna nudged my arm, bringing me back to the present. We were walking down the main staircase of the orphanage—where we’d lived all of our lives—toward the open-air playground for our usual half-hour break after lunch.“Fine. Just restless.”“Maybe lunch did it. All those veggies. They take you for a rabbit.”The touch of humor in her voice didn't lift the dark cloud hovering over me. I shot her a sideways glance. “No, not the veggies,” I muttered. “Something else.”She stopped in the middle of the staircase and her hazel eyes studied my face. “What?”I stopped, shrugging. “Don't know.”“I saw you in the dormitory last night, staring out the window. You seemed so far away.”Red moon.The sky had been so clear, the stars twinkling like gems, so unusual for the common grayness of the English countryside.Blood moon.I’d been mesmerized, as if its eerie splendor had spoken to me in an ancient, alien language. I hadn't been able to understand it, but I’d felt faint by its allure.“Trinity?”“It's nothing. You know me. One day up, one day down.” I looked to the bottom of the staircase, past the hall to the open doors to the courtyard. Now the sky was gray. The girls played outside, chatting incessantly. The little ones ran this way and that, their black and white uniforms a blur.When I looked back at Brianna, I saw she was staring at something past my shoulder. I turned around and glimpsed a flash of black through the window.“Did you see that?” I asked. “Looked like a limousine.” Not that I’d ever seen one in real life, only in the movies we were sometimes allowed to watch in the weekends. “I wonder if it’s coming here.”But Brianna didn’t answer. Her spaced-out gaze was still fixed on the window. There was something odd about her expression.“Brianna. Hello. I’m talking to you.”She blinked, startled. She looked at me. “What? Oh. Right. You know…I just—I just remembered… I have to help Sister Anne at the library.”“Now? All of a sudden?”“Like I said, I just remembered.”I made a dismissive gesture with my hand. “Tell her you forgot.” I did feel a twinge of guilt. Sister Anne was one of the nice ones. “She's so old, she won't even remember.”“Don’t be mean. I promised her.”“You know, people take advantage when you’re always nice.”She didn’t answer, but I read the gentle reproach in her eyes.“All right, all right,” I muttered. “I'll see you later.”She smiled and, to my surprise, gave me a tight, warm hug. “Cheer up. I don't like it when you get the blues. I want you to be happy.”“Thanks,” I mumbled. Her chestnut hair, streaked with copper and gold and woven into a braid like we were all supposed to wear, smelled like soap, clean, fresh. Which reminded me: I had not braided my hair today.Brianna was my best friend in the world. Nearly seventeen years ago, when we were tiny babies, we had been found at the door of the orphanage only a day apart—a very odd event, according to the nuns. When we were babies we were often put in the same crib and we sucked each other’s thumbs and took turns crying for attention.We drew apart and she hurried up the stairs, the old wood creaking under the rubber soles of her shoes.I moved in the opposite direction toward the courtyard.Outside, the sky was covered with virulent clouds, promising a downpour. A cool breeze hit my cheeks, made me instantly alert. The air was redolent of fertilizers from the nearby farms. The temperature was unusually cold for late May. Sister Eveline and Sister Celeste already kept guard, but as one of the older girls, my duty was to keep watch during playtime. The courtyard was big and was enclosed by high, rusted, spiked iron gates crawling with vines and wisteria. Beyond the gates, on one side, a massive weeping willow loomed, its leaves rustling in the breeze. On another side, rolling hills made most of the landscape, dotted here and there with the silhouettes of nearby farms.The courtyard was made of concrete and had swings and see-saws for the younger girls. The rest was just empty space with a few stone benches for us to sit.The Sisters strolled across the courtyard toward the main doors, their heads tilted downward, deep in conversation—or so I thought. In their wimples and flowing habits, they looked like two big black birds. Sister Eveline suddenly turned toward me with a hard expression and made a gesture about my hair.“I’ll braid it after the break,” I said, trying not to sound annoyed. I gave her a lovable grin and pointed to the younger children. “I have to keep an eye on them, as you know.”The look she gave me told me she didn’t buy my sweet disposition, but she let it drop and continued her way to the doors.I crouched and chatted with the little ones for a while, and pushed their backs at the swings. I giggled at their silly, innocent tales. Sophie, a sweet five year-old with red corkscrew ringlets, wrapped her small arms around me and I whirled her in the air.When I put her down, I spotted Beth Thompson and her two evil minions emerging from the corner of the orphanage. A cat trailed behind her.I narrowed my eyes. Beth had tied a string around the cat’s neck and was pulling it along like a pet—but, as I knew only too well, girls like Beth didn't keep pets.Then Beth did something she shouldn’t have done: when the cat refused to budge, she yanked the string, almost choking the animal.I winced, feeling the pain as my own.A shiver rippled up my spine. Again.

About the Author: 
A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery….
A daughter of adventurous expats, she’s had the good fortune of living on 3 continents, learning 4 languages, and experiencing a multicultural life. Currently, she’s working on a Master’s degree in Comparative Literature, which she balances between writing, taking care of her clowder of cats, and searching for the perfect bottle of pinot noir. She lives and writes in Belgium.
Website/blog: https://zoekalo.com  
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Zoe-Kalo-206262253053039/
Twitter: @zoekalowriter
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14951190.Zoe_Kalo


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Crime on the Rise - Dial M for Murder Series by Alexis Kennedy

RavagedDial M for MurderBook 1Alexis Kennedy
Detective Brooke Daniel's first day in the Homicide Department began with the grueling discovery of unidentifiable human remains and continued with the Mayor's daughter being slain by a sadistic killer. The killer begins to taunt Brooke, as if he knows her personally, and the killings continue. The detectives soon dub him "the Ripper" because of his copycat behavior of the infamous Jack the Ripper, and he doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon.
Meanwhile, while hunting the Ripper, more unidentifiable remains are found and the homicide team soon finds itself hunting another kind of killer—an animal kind.
When "the Ripper" sets his sights on Brooke herself, who—or what—will save her?
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Déjà VuDial M for MurderBook 2Alexis Kennedy
When she was a little girl, Elena Davidson had to witness something no child should ever have to. On Christmas morning, she witnessed the murder of her parents from her hiding spot in their closet. The killer wore a ski mask, but he was eventually caught, and Elena would never forget the face of the man convicted—Jeff McCormick—because of the hideous scar running down his cheek and the bright orange hair that helped convict him. She would also never forget the coldness in his eyes, as he proclaimed his innocence on the witness stand, while being sentenced to sixty years imprisonment.
It's now twenty years later, and she's seen "the tall man" again—right before her house is broken into and a trinket of her mother's, missing since the day of her murder, is left behind—and right after similar grisly murders. This all brings about the questions—why is Jeff McCormick out of prison, and is he after her? Or was he telling the truth all along—and he really is innocent—and the real killer is after her? Either way, someone is breaking into homes and murdering couples in the Greenville, MS area.
With the help of Detective Brooke Daniels, and hunk FBI Special Agent Shane Braun, maybe Elena's haunting past can finally be closed—before it kills her.

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CupidDial M for MurderBook 3Alexis Kennedy
Gavin Delray has a dark side, and many unfortunate and unsuspecting women are about to witness it. A scorned lover, he plans to use internet dating to search for his true love, all the while punishing those who won't measure up to the god of love, Cupid's, standards.
Detective Brooke Daniels has her hands full with the murders of young women piling up. Working with her gorgeous new partner, Dex Stone, and love interest FBI agent, Shane Braun—whom she has been keeping at arm's length—she risks her life in a dangerous undercover operation on the dating scene as she tries to find the connection that will lead her to the killer and just maybe even to her own heart's desire.
Another kind of killer, never flushed out, lurks in the woods once again as well. While trying to find their newest serial killer, the Homicide Team has to once again investigate what kind of being could be leaving bodies mangled in the area, including one of their own.
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About the Author:
Alexis Kennedy is the fresh face of fiction. She writes thrilling and unique stories with twists and turns to keep you coming back for more. A talented author, Alexis knows how to please her readers.
Novels can sweep you off your feet and land you squarely in a new world. In the case of an Alexis Kennedy novel, that world is populated with compelling characters winding their way through a dynamic story. Her novels give you the opportunity to see the world from a different perspective, to be someone else, if only for an hour. Alexis’s writing transports you to richly realized lands full of love and intrigue, murder and mayhem.
Alexis lives in Missouri with her child and their beloved pet. She began writing poetry in her early teens and has been fascinated with writing ever since. Her novels reflect her education and love of writing, reading, learning, and living life to the fullest. She is a big follower of Karin Slaughter and James Patterson and she loves and enjoys reading books from Connie Mason and Shannon Drake.
Readers around the world seek out Alexis Kennedy’s books for their fast pace, exciting plot, and compelling characters. Today you can enjoy six books from Alexis, although rumor has it she is currently working on another six. Her books for purchase are: Bound Through Blood, Under the Blood Moon, Two Faced, and then from the Dial M for Murder Series: Ravaged, Déjà Vu, and Cupid. You will be captivated by her stories, and you won’t want to take your eyes off until the end
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alexis.kennedy.author/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alexis-Kennedy/e/B00MBG7YKA
Website: http://www.alexiskennedy.net
Publisher: http://www.titlewavepublishing.com
Blog page: http://www.fictionaddiction.club

Cover Reveal Highway Thirteen to Manhattan by Kourtney Heintz

Highway Thirteen to ManhattanThe Six Train to Wisconsin SeriesBook TwoKourtney Heintz
Genre: Paranormal and Suspense
Publisher: Aurea Blue Press
Date of Publication: 11/1/2016
ISBN: 978-0989132688ASIN: TBA
Number of pages: 420Word Count: 94,000
Cover Artist: Creative Paramita
Book Description:
His secrets almost killed her. Her secrets may destroy them both.
Kai is recovering from a near-death experience when she realizes something isn’t right. Her body is healing, but her mind no longer feels quite like her own. Her telepathic powers are changing, too. She can’t trust herself. The darkness growing inside of her pushes her to use her telepathy as a weapon.
Oliver clings to the hope that he can save their marriage, even though he was the one who put her life in jeopardy. As his wife slips further and further away from him, he becomes increasingly obsessed with bringing the man who ruined his life to justice.
The sequel to The Six Train to Wisconsin is a genre-defying tale of love and consequences. Once again, award-winning author Kourtney Heintz seamlessly weaves suspense and paranormal intrigue into a real-world setting, creating characters rich in emotional and psychological complexity.


About the Author:
Kourtney Heintz writes award-winning cross genre fiction that melds paranormal, suspense, and literary into an unforgettable love story. For her characters, love is a journey never a destination. Her debut novel, The Six Train to Wisconsin, has been on the Amazon Bestseller lists for Psychic Mysteries and Paranormal and Urban Fantasy.
Kourtney resides in Connecticut with her warrior lapdog, Emerson, and three quirky golden retrievers. Years of working on Wall Street provided the perfect backdrop for her imagination to run amuck at night, imagining a world where out-of-control telepathy and buried secrets collide. As K.C. Tansley, she writes bestselling YA time travel murder mysteries.
She has been featured in the Republican American, on WTNH’s CT Style, and Everything Internet on the radio. She has a B.S. in Business Administration from Georgetown University with a double major in finance and international business and a minor in Chinese. She received a Master of Pacific International Affairs from the University of California, San Diego.
You can find out more about Kourtney and her books at: http://kourtneyheintz.com
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Spotlight and Giveaway Waylaid by TL Reeve

WaylaidFearless 4TL Reeve
Genre: Sci fi romance, menage (MMF)
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication:  July 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-11-8
Word Count:  34800
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Trust no one.
Les-Tar Nar is out for revenge. After watching his brother compete and die in the Intergalactic Virtual Reality Games, he’s ready to kick ass and take names—as the humans would say. Armed with his military training, the Venusian doesn’t want or need a team. But, all is not what it seems.
Auven, Cyborg from the planet Kapor 9, is aware of how the game is played and ready to bend it to his will. Anything a human made can be destroyed. So, when he is paired up with a Venusian and a human, he knows his chance of winning grows exponentially. With Les-Tar’s muscle, even a human who has no skills won’t hold them back.
Hacker Lyna Hiat isn’t even interested in the games. As a small time video game de-constructer, she spends her days finding flaws in the systems and improving games—almost lifting the veil of sorts and showing gamers just how inferior their products really are.
When the IGVRG begin, a glitch in the system transfers the game and gamers from the virtual level to reality, leaving them on the run with no true winners or losers. The only way to survive: get off the planet. Where they’ll end up, no one knows. All that’s important right now is survival.

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Excerpt:
“Welcome to the two-hundredth annual Intergalactic Virtual Reality Games.” A melodic dance of chimes followed the robotic greeting as Les-Tar Nar walked through the doors of the Earth headquarters for IVRG. The building, more industrial than professional, sat in the middle of the Mojave Desert. The dry, barren wasteland spread out as far as the eye could see. California had long since became a ghost state, due to insufficient rains, and a culture of “take, take, take” had seen the state’s natural resources vanish. The idea of a delicate ecosystem being destroyed by the human condition disturbed Les, if not disgusted him. The bountiful lakes and rivers of Venus trumped the small oceans and waterways he’d seen so far on Earth, and a lot of it had to do with Venusians respecting the world around them. They cultivated the land. Helped to make it flourish, and didn’t use more than necessary. Most would call him or his people arrogant; he called them natural born conservationists. As he stepped farther into the lobby, beings from different planets signed in at their designated areas, then scurried about. The cacophony of noise surrounding him made his ears ring. Vibrant colors and glorious clothing designs dotted the foyer. To see so many cultures together in one space filled him with a sense of pride. Content to walk about, Les sized up his competition. In his estimate, none of the present species compared to him. At one time, he’d been part of the warrior class of Venusians, sworn to defend his home planet and others until to his dying breath. Until 2255.Five Earth years ago, his brother left the battlefield and joined the IVRG games, hoping to showcase the warrior prowess of the Venusian people.Les watched the games via the holodeck of his battleship. With each level Kreus passed with his team, Les knew they were one step closer to winning. But, as the game opened on the very last day, and the instructions were given, a large explosion ripped through the playing field. In the beginning, he thought what they were seeing had been part of the level—even with the guttural screams of those who were injured. Yet, it took seeing his brother being struck by a projectile—blue blood pouring from his chest—to realize it wasn’t part of the level, and something terrible had happened.The minute Kreus hit the ground, Les knew he had to avenge his brother’s death. None of the competitors were supposed to die. In fact, new rules were put into place after the 2060 games to prevent such from happening.A year after those first fateful games, an initial investigation had begun. By 2062, a trickle of arrests were made. However, it did nothing to bring back those who were killed. The transcripts from the Intergalactic Judicial Committee showed a diabolical plan to systematically kill anyone who might have a penchant to overthrow any of the galactic governments. Instead of cultivating the gamers’ skills and intelligence, they sought to destroy it. Unfortunately, their scheme had been cut short when those players’ family members became increasingly suspicious when communication with the winners had been shut off. When the trials were over, a mass grave had been found on an uninhabited planet. Nothing, due to the soil content and instability of the atmosphere, could be retrieved. Each family, including his, were given a small vile of sand, kept in a hermetically sealed container. One they were instructed to never open.“Welcome, Les-Tar Nar.” A small Kreotien stood before him. The adolescent female gazed up at him with bright iridescent eyes. She blinked, the thin inner membrane, almost like an Earth bird’s, closed first then the outer lid. Her purple and blue hair had been cut into a short bob, and she wore a shimmery silk multicolored dress. “Have you signed in yet?”Contestants upon arrival on Earth had a small dermal translator patch placed behind their ear, translating each language into one primary form, English. It made communication easier with one universal language, but it didn’t mean it was easy to master. “Not yet,” he answered, “I arrived a half hour ago.”
“Then I shall assist you. My name is Ka’lecka Nor. This way,” she said, motioning him to follow.
About the Author:
TL Reeve, a multi-published author with Cobblestone Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, and Loose-Id, was born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in Alabama, TL misses Los Angeles, and will one-day return to the beaches of Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie.
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Christmas in July - CHRISTMAS IS MURDER MCKINLEY MYSTERIES by Carolyn Arnold

CHRISTMAS IS MURDER MCKINLEY MYSTERIESby Carolyn Arnold
Published by: Hibbert and Stiles Publishing Inc.ASIN:  B00O71PLACISBN (e-book): 978-1-988064-59-8ISBN (print): 978-1-988064-51-2
Approximately 132 pages
BOOK OVERVIEW
Albany’s the perfect image of a winter wonderland, and Sean and Sara’s friend Jimmy is going to be Santa Claus for the upcoming Christmas parade. The trees and decorations have been selected and the gifts have been purchased. The season has truly cast its magical spell--until Sean and Sara’s neighbors die in a horrible house fire.
While the fire department ruled holiday-related hazards as the cause, Sara suspects there’s more to it. Her determination to find the truth has her and Sean toeing the line between what’s legal and what’s not.
As they sort out fact from fiction, the McKinleys make the final decision about whether or not they should open a private investigation firm.
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Chapter 2
FLAMES WERE DANCING IN THE fireplace, adding warmth to the room. The Rat Pack was crooning over the speaker system, and the snow was coming down harder than before, transforming Albany into a picturesque landscape. Maybe she should experience guilt for having everything so perfect, but at this moment, Sara simply appreciated every nuance.
Her parents had pulled their truck into the garage to protect their tree and had taken up the offer of hot chocolate she’d extended to them and the Wilsons. Her dad had to be convinced to forego his poker night but, surprisingly, he did it with little protest. It was probably because he’d rather not show than be late.
She and her mom were snuggled on the sofa in front of the bay window while Sean and her dad struggled to get their tree upright and in place. Sara held back her amusement—for a small evergreen it came with big issues.
“Voila!” Her dad stood back, his arms flailed out, admiring his hard work.
Her mother put her hand on Sara’s forearm. “You have your tree.”
“I do.” Those two words managed to form aloud, but her emotions were tapping at the back of her jaw. For a relatively simple thing, it warmed her soul more than the hot beverage. This would be her first time celebrating Christmas with Sean.
She got off the sofa and sauntered over to him. She slipped her arms around her husband and kissed his lips, passionately, but briefly.
“I think she likes it, dear.”
She heard her dad talking to her mom and pulled back, smiling. She palmed her cheeks. “It’s beautiful.”
“We better get going. I think it’s time these two go to bed.”
“Dad!”
Sean was smirking like he was fond of her father’s idea and ready to act on the parental advice. She, on the other hand, was mortified.
“Come on, Leon. You’re embarrassing the child.” Sara’s mom leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you.” Sara snickered now and hugged her dad. “Take care of each other. Drive safe in this weather.”
“We will.”
Sara watched from the front window as they left. The snow had eased up somewhat, but the flakes were large. She blew them a kiss as they pulled out of the drive. It was a tradition, something her family had always done when another member was leaving.
“So, darling, would you like to get started on the tree or take up on your father’s advice? Myself, personally…” Sean came behind her, nuzzled into her neck, and nibbled on an earlobe.
She wrapped her arm back and over his head, before turning to face him. “Are you sure you want to hear my answer?”
“Must you always start off playing hard to get?”
“Not always.” She leaned forward to kiss him but stopped when sirens rocked the house. Any flashing lights that would have accompanied them were diluted due to the snow and the distance of their house from the road.
Sara put her hand on Sean’s chest and he drew back.
He looked out the window. “Fire trucks. It’s probably nothing, Sara.”
There was that feeling whelming up within her gut. Something terrible had happened. Was it her parents?
“Please, darling.” She grabbed her mobile phone off the coffee table and dialed her mother’s cell. “Pick up. Pick up.”
Sean was watching her with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure if he suspected something was terribly wrong too, or if it was her adrenaline getting him going.
Three rings. No answer.
She felt the blood drain from her face. Her legs buckled beneath her.
“Sara.” Sean rushed the few feet to her and helped her right her balance. “What is it?”
Four rings.
“Something awful has hap—”
Voice mail.
“Mom, as soon as you get this message, call me.”
“Sweetheart?” Sean put his hands on her arms as she lowered the phone.
The sirens had stopped. They hadn’t gone that far down the street.
“We have to—” She took his hand and led him to the door. “Mom didn’t answer her cell. You know how I get feelings sometimes?” Her eyes pleaded with him. “I have one now. Those fire trucks were for someone we know.”
“You’re thinking your parents were in an accident?”
“I don’t know, Sean, but I need to find out.” She pulled her coat from the hook and slipped into her boots. Sean dashed into the garage after her.
She inhaled the air. “I smell fire.”
“Me too.”
They ran out of the bay and stopped, standing there for several seconds, as if frozen to their driveway, noses to the wind, snowflakes melting on their skin.
“The Wilsons,” she said.
They rounded the bend and had a relative line of sight to their neighbor’s property. Only partially obscured by bare tree branches, it was easy to discern the swirling of colored lights.
She trudged through the snow, ignoring Sean’s pleas behind her. The sky was full of billowing gray smoke and it propelled her all the more. She reached the Wilsons’ drive, nearly spilling onto it from her forward momentum.
A couple firemen were spraying through the main window. The rumble of the fire engine and the water pump added to the nightmarish scene.
“Sara.” Sean became motionless, and speechless when his eyes fell on what was before them.
“The Wilsons?” She took one step, but Sean held her arm.
“You can’t go in there, darling.” The desperation in his eyes said it all—it wasn’t safe or practical.
“Excuse me. We’re going to have to ask you to leave.” A uniformed man approached them. The label on his hat read Chief.
“Are they okay? Was anybody hurt?”
A voice came over his radio and indicated the blaze was coming under control.
The chief nodded to Sara and gestured for them to move back.
For some reason, even though he answered in the affirmative, with a nod, she sensed it had more to do with directing them to the side than denoting good news.
“Who are you two?”
“I’m—” Her voice was shaky and Sean took over.
“We’re the McKinleys, from next door. Sean and Sara.”
“What caused the fire?” Sara asked.
“This time of year we get a lot of calls.” He gestured to the Christmas lights that dangled from the Wilsons’ eaves like eerie shadows, carrying haunting memories of happier times.
“The Wilsons, are they—”
Plumes of smoke exited the front window. The firemen kept spraying.
The chief’s crease lines took on sharp edges. His mouth fell into a straight line. “I’m sorry to say this, but they didn’t make it.”
“Oh, darling.” Sara turned toward Sean and he held her tight.
“What happened?” Sean asked.
“They were both found in the living room. They were rushed away immediately, but the call came en route to the hospital. For what it matters, I don’t think they suffered. I think they were asleep on the couch when the fire started and died from smoke inhalation.”
Even though her back was to the man, Sara sensed his heart was broken over the situation. She imagined his gaze on her.
“Well, you don’t need all the details.” His gravelly voice confirmed her suspicion.
“I assume there will be an investigation into the cause of the fire,” Sean said.
Sara straightened and turned to face the chief, her shoulder remained tucked under Sean’s armpit, their torsos as close as possible with their bulky winter coats.
“It’s standard protocol.”
“Did they have any family? People—”
“Mrs. McKinley, arrangements for the notification is being made as we speak.”
“We just met them this afternoon.” The statement fell as a guilty confession, remorse over not knowing them underscored every word.
“They have a daughter who lives in town.”
“Please, what is her name?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you that.”
Sean tightened his hold on Sara. “We understand, Chief—I’m sorry, what is your name?”
“Harold Fox.”
“We got it,” a voice called over the radio.
The men, who were spraying the front, turned the water off and lowered the hose. The smell of fire clung to the air. The snowfall that had earlier cast a magical spell had taken on the weight of loss and sadness.





McKinley MysteriesCarolyn Arnold
Published by: Hibbert and Stiles Publishing Inc.
Number of books in series as of May 2016: 10
Sleuth around with murder-solving duo Sean and Sara McKinley as they do whatever it takes to unravel a mystery while romancing it up along the way.
Series Overview:
Romance. Humor. Murder. Are you looking for a murder mystery without all the graphic violence and foul language? Something that you can enjoy in an afternoon and walk away feeling good about afterward? How about a dash of humor and romance? If so, meet former detectives Sean and Sara McKinley. When a billionaire leaves them all his money, they no longer have to work, but they find themselves sticking to what they’re good at—solving murders. Undercover, off the books, and around the world, they’ll get to the bottom of things…and romance it up along the way.
This is the perfect book series for fans of Hart to Hart, Castle, Colombo, Monk, Rockford Files, Psych, and Magnum PI.
Read in any order or follow the series from the beginning: The Day Job is Murder, Vacation is Murder, Money is Murder, Politics is Murder, Family is Murder, Shopping is Murder, Christmas is Murder, Valentine’s Day is Murder, Coffee is Murder, Skiing is Murder.

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About the Author:
CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.
Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.
She currently lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and is a member of Crime Writers of Canada.
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Release Day Blitz Raven’s Peak by Lincoln Cole

Raven’s PeakWorld on FireBook 1Lincoln Cole
Genre: Horror/Paranormal Thriller
Date of Publication: 7/4/16
ISBN: 9780997225976
Number of pages: 280Word Count: 76,000
Cover Artist: MN Arzu
Book Description:
A quiet little mountain town is hiding a big problem. When the townsfolk of Raven's Peak start acting crazy, Abigail Dressler is called upon to find out what is happening. She uncovers a demonic threat unlike any she's ever faced and finds herself in a fight just to stay alive.
She rescues Haatim Arison from a terrifying fate and discovers that he has a family legacy in the supernatural that he knows nothing about. Now she's forced to protect him, which is easy, and also trust him if she wants to save the townsfolk of Raven's Peak. Trust, however, is considerably more difficult for someone who grew up living on the knife's edge of danger.
Can they discover the cause of the town's insanity and put a stop to it before it is too late?
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Excerpt:“Reverend, you have a visitor.”He couldn’t remember when he fell in love with the pain. When agony first turned to pleasure, and then to joy. Of course, it hadn’t always been like this. He remembered screaming all those years ago when first they put him in this cell; those memories were vague, though, like reflections in a dusty mirror.“Open D4.”A buzz as the door slid open, inconsequential. The aching need was what drove him in this moment, and nothing else mattered. It was a primal desire: a longing for the tingly rush of adrenaline each time the lash licked his flesh. The blood dripping down his parched skin fulfilled him like biting into a juicy strawberry on a warm summer’s day. “Some woman. Says she needs to speak with you immediately. She says her name is Frieda.”A pause, the lash hovering in the air like a poised snake. The Reverend remembered that name, found it dancing in the recesses of his mind. He tried to pull himself back from the ritual, back to reality, but it was an uphill slog through knee-deep mud to reclaim those memories. It was always difficult to focus when he was in the midst of his cleansing. All he managed to cling to was the name. Frieda. It was the name of an angel, he knew. . . or perhaps a devil. One and the same when all was said and done.She belonged to a past life, only the whispers of which he could recall. The ritual reclaimed him, embraced him with its fiery need. His memories were nothing compared to the whip in his hand, its nine tails gracing his flesh. The lash struck down on his left shoulder blade, scattering droplets of blood against the wall behind him. Those droplets would stain the granite for months, he knew, before finally fading away. He clenched his teeth in a feral grin as the whip landed with a sickening, wet slapping sound.“Jesus,” a new voice whispered from the doorway. “Does he always do that?”“Every morning.”“You’ll cuff him?”“Why? Are you scared?”The Reverend raised the lash into the air, poised for another strike.“Just…man, you said he was crazy…but this…”The lash came down, lapping at his back and the tender muscles hidden there. He let out a groan of mixed agony and pleasure.These men were meaningless, their voices only echoes amid the rest, an endless drone. He wanted them to leave him alone with his ritual. They weren’t worth his time. “I think we can spare the handcuffs this time; the last guy who tried spent a month in the hospital.”“Regulation says we have to.”“Then you do it.”The guards fell silent. The cat-o’-nine-tails, his friend, his love, became the only sound in the roughhewn cell, echoing off the granite walls. He took a rasping breath, blew it out, and cracked the lash again. More blood. More agony. More pleasure. “I don’t think we need to cuff him,” the second guard decided.“Good idea. Besides, the Reverend isn’t going to cause us any trouble. He only hurts himself. Right, Reverend?”The air tasted of copper, sickly sweet. He wished he could see his back and the scars, but there were no mirrors in his cell. They removed the only one he had when he broke shards off to slice into his arms and legs. They were afraid he would kill himself.How ironic was that?“Right, Reverend?”Mirrors were dangerous things, he remembered from that past life. They called the other side, the darker side. An imperfect reflection stared back, threatening to steal pieces of the soul away forever.“Reverend? Can you hear me?”The guard reached out to tap the Reverend on the shoulder. Just a tap, no danger at all, but his hand never even came close. Honed reflexes reacted before anyone could possibly understand what was happening. Suddenly the Reverend was standing. He hovered above the guard who was down on his knees. The man let out a sharp cry, his left shoulder twisted up at an uncomfortable angle by the Reverend’s iron grip. The lash hung in the air, ready to strike at its new prey.The Reverend looked curiously at the man, seeing him for the first time. He recognized him as one of the first guardsmen he’d ever spoken with when placed in this cell. A nice European chap with a wife and two young children. A little overweight and balding, but well-intentioned.Most of him didn’t want to hurt this man, but there was a part—a hungry, needful part—that did. That part wanted to hurt this man in ways neither of them could even imagine. One twist would snap his arm. Two would shatter the bone; the sound as it snapped would be . . .  A symphony rivaling Tchaikovsky.The second guard—the younger one that smelled of fear—stumbled back, struggling to draw his gun. “No! No, don’t!”That from the first, on his knees as if praying. The Reverend wondered if he prayed at night with his family before heading to bed. Doubtless, he prayed that he would make it home safely from work and that one of the inmates wouldn’t rip his throat out or gouge out his eyes. Right now, he was waving his free hand at his partner to get his attention, to stop him.The younger guard finally worked the gun free and pointed it at the Reverend. His hands were shaking as he said, “Let him go!”“Don’t shoot, Ed!”“Let him go!”The older guard, pleading this time: “Don’t piss him off!”


 About the Author:
Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia, but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife. His love for writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.
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