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Killer Pursuit by Jeff Gunhus

Killer Pursuitby Jeff Gunhus
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GENRE: Thriller
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BLURB:
After a high-society call girl is brutally murdered in her Georgetown home, investigators find two cameras hidden in the walls of her bedroom. One has its memory erased, presumably by the murderer. The second is a webcam with an encrypted connection...and no-one knows who's on the other end. Whoever has the recordings has embarrassing leverage against some of the most powerful men in DC, not to mention a video of the murder showing the identity of the killer.
FBI Special Agent Allison McNeil is asked by beleaguered FBI Director Clarence Mason to run an off-the-record investigation of the murder because of the murder's similarity to a case she worked a year earlier. Allison knows the most direct path to apprehending the killer is to find the videos, but rumors that the victim's client list may include some of Washington's most powerful men makes her doubt the director's motives. As she starts her investigation, she quickly discovers that she's not the only one pursuing the recording...but that the most aggressive person racing against her might be the murderer himself.
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“Alpha team in position,” said a voice through the small speaker in her ear. She noticed Garret put a finger to the side of his head and nod. He looked over at her.
“You better be right about this,” he whispered.
Allison shook her head. For all his brilliance—and, regardless of how she felt personally about him, she recognized that he was brilliant—Garret’s transparency could border on the inane. What he was really saying was that if the lunatic Allison’s research had tracked to this location wasn’t holed up in this backwoods cabin, if the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team had been activated and deployed for no reason, then the blame would drop on her like a bag of bricks. If Sam Kraw was in there, Allison knew it would be Garret standing in front of the cameras taking credit for the HRT mission and the capture of America’s most wanted fugitive.
She pushed the thought away. As long as they caught the bastard and ended his multi-year killing spree in the Southeast, she didn’t give a damn who got the credit.
Allison moved her binoculars. The tactical team was in place around the cabin, peering through scopes with infrared capabilities. If there was someone hiding in the shadows of a window or doorway, they wouldn’t be hiding for long.
On some signal unseen by Allison, the men began a steady, crouched advance to the building. She realized she was holding her breath so she blew out her air slowly between pinched lips.
“Relax, McNeil,” Garret muttered. “You’re making me nervous.”





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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jeff Gunhus is the author thriller and horror novels for adults and the middle grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His books for adults have reached the Top 100 on Amazon and have been Foreword Reviews Book of the Year Finalists.
After his experience with his son, he is passionate about helping parents reach young reluctant readers and is active in child literacy issues. As a father of five, he leads an active lifestyle in Maryland with his wife Nicole by trying to constantly keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel.
Website: http://www.jeffgunhus.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jeffgunhusau... https://twitter.com/jeffgunhusGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
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COVER REVEAL AND PRE-ORDER OF ANDROMEDA'S REIGN

Urban Fantasy Romance at its BEST!

Cover Reveal and Pre-Order of Andromeda's Reign byK. S. Haigwood and Anne Conley
Do you like big books? Andromeda's Reign slides in at just under 170,000 words!Blurb:The Moonrising story continues…

The Alpha Lion of Las Vegas, Ace Keller, has luck on his side, at the poker table and with the ladies, calling bluffs and breaking hearts whenever the notion strikes him.

After bonding with the Alpha Wolf of Montgomery, Alabama, fate flips Ace's simple world upside down when he finds himself desiring only one woman in his life — Andromeda. But not only does he want her, he needs her touch in order to live.

The bond forces them to feel each other's emotions and hear each other's thoughts, which wouldn't be a problem except Andromeda is in love with a Master Vampire, and Ace has dark secrets of his own that could put her in danger.
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Excerpt:
Andromeda's Reign
Chapter 1
Wednesday, February 4th 2015 5:42 p.m. PST
Las Vegas, Nevada
Ace
"Do it again," I demanded.
I could feel Andromeda trying to give up emotionally, as well as physically, but I pushed her harder. I knew what her body and mind were capable of, and we were nowhere near her breaking point. She was a lot stronger than she thought she was.
Our connection, as we both liked to refer to the bond, seemed to be growing stronger, rather than weaker, like Andromeda had hoped it would. She wanted to find a way to reverse the ritual.
I didn't.
She could feel my every emotion and hear my every thought—unless I blocked the telepathy—but it worked both ways, so she could keep me out of her mind, too. Unfortunately, we couldn't block the emotions.
I felt each and every happy memory she'd had with Phoenix and each and every sad moment she'd had without him. The only time she wasn't thinking about him was when we were training. So I planned to make her train. A lot.
This damn rollercoaster of feelings was literally driving me insane. I had never in all my life felt as much as I had in the last week, and I hated it. Me… with one girl… forever… I rolled my eyes at the absurdity that my life had become in only the blink of an eye. But as crazy as that all sounded, and even though I had in no way asked or planned for any of it, I couldn't bring myself to hate the fact that I was finally ready to settle down.
I blocked Andromeda's kick, grabbed her shoe and threw her to her back on the workout mat. Grinning down at furious, pale-green eyes, I offered her my hand.
She huffed as she got to her feet on her own, looking down as she limped away from me. What a terrible actress. Chaos could have done a better job of fooling me.
I shook my head as my hands came up to rest on my hips. "Don't give me that shit. It might work on your wolf cubs or even your boyfriend, but you can't fake it with me, Andra. We're bonded. I know you're not hurt, so don't—"
"I'm tired, Ace—"
"You shouldn't be tired," I sneered. "You slept the whole flight here. But for the sake of a pointless argument, humor me. What are you going to do when you're in battle with an enemy and you get tired? Are you going to limp away? What if I'm not there to kill the fucker for you next time?"
"I never asked for this!" she screamed as she whirled around to glare at me, her beautiful eyes brightened by the tears shimmering in them.
"I didn't, either!" I roared back. She flinched as our emotions tangled together. I knew those tears weren't there because she was sad, because her fury washed over me like I had been doused with boiling water. The rush of it almost hurt. The anger sucked, but I knew anger. I could deal with anger. Anger was my friend. It was the sadness and the heartbreak and the sappy-frilly-frilly I couldn't fucking deal with. Unfortunately for me, Andra seemed to be full to the brim with all that shit.
With more effort than I really wanted to put forth with the mood I was in, I waded through her rage, then through my madness and forced calm over us.
This bond was new to us both, but getting it through her thick head that it would be easier on us if she would dump her boyfriend was like trying to breathe under water. I might have understood her side of the argument a little better if she had been dating the vampire longer than a month, and never mind the fact that two of those weeks she was locked in a silver cage as a wolf. They hadn't even had time to get to know each other. I knew her. She knew me. We had direct contact with each other's thoughts, memories and emotions, yet she wouldn't even consider the idea of us being together on an intimate level. I didn't understand it at all.
After a moment, I held out my hand again. "Come here." I'd be dead and damned before I went to her, not with how she'd been acting since we left Montgomery, Alabama.
She looked down at my hand and set her jaw. I knew she wanted to touch me just as much as I needed her to, but I also knew by her thoughts that she wouldn't without a little more encouragement.
"I know you promised Phoenix that you would try to be happy here with me in Sin City. Do I need to make a call to the High Vampire of Montgomery to let him know you aren't playing fair, Andra? My first attempt at getting him to break things off with you was just that: my firstattempt. You may hate me before this is all over and done with between you and your bloodsucker, but, in the end, you will still need me and you won't have him. I can live with that. Can you?"
Her lip quivered, and I nearly caved. I couldn't handle the tears, but I could counteract with a little rage, just enough to give her a taste of how I felt. "Ace—"
"You're mine, Andra. I'm willing to give you some time to let that soak in, but I won't wait long." I hardened my voice to a steely edge, even though she could undoubtedly tell I was serious. She had bonded with me, damn it! She was mine. She didn't belong to some vampire nearly two thousand miles away. And when he got here, he still wouldn't have her completely. I had to tamp down the utter rage at Andra's memories of the vampire in bed with her, his skin sliding against hers, his mouth on my mate's mouth. Fuck. If she wasn't going to realize it on her own, I'd have to push the issue. "He can't have you, Andra. I won't let that happen." I said the last part slowly, maybe for dramatic effect or maybe it was because, deep in my heart, I knew it to be true—I wouldn't let him have her. By the fear in her widening eyes, I could tell she was seeing things from my perspective now. It was about damn time.
"I knew you would do this! I knew you would get me here and try to control me—"
"The only thing I'm trying to do is train you, but you won't stop thinking of him long enough to concentrate on keeping your lovesick ass alive if this were a real situation!"
"Why do I need to learn how to fight so fast? We've barely stopped since we got here. And why haven't you let me in your mind in two days? You shut me out the moment I asked about Justice."
I huffed. I couldn't tell her about Justice yet. If this upset her, I could only imagine how enraged she would be when I told her that I nailed a huge target on her head with our bonding. The worst part was that I knew it before I even did it. I didn't know how to break the news to her without her hating me for it. Hell, I hated me for it. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet."
"Well, I'm not ready to stop missing Phoenix yet," she bit back. "I've only been away from my home for a little more than half a day, Ace. Cut me a little slack."
I guess I was damned and dead, because I took a step forward, reached out and took her hand. The relief was immediate. Our rage subsided and our tempers calmed as if we'd never been angry at all. Our fight seemed so petty now. "I'm sorry. I am trying, Andra, and I will talk to you about Justice soon. I promise. I just have to figure out how to go about doing it the right way."
She nodded as she wrapped her arms around me, and I looked up to the high ceiling, thanking the good Lord above us that He had given me enough sense to apologize. There was no better feeling in the world than when she was in my arms. It felt like heaven. It was new for me—totally unheard of for me—but I was quickly getting used to it. That in itself was mystifying.
"I'll understand," she said, and I lowered my head so that I could whisper in her ear.
"About what?"
"About him. Whatever it is, I'll understand, Ace."
God, if that were only true! Sighing heavily, I said, "I hope you will."
"Were you lovers?"
I blinked rapidly at that. What the fuck? "No!" I had to laugh. Of course she would think something like that! "I've never been intimate with Justice… or any other guy, for that matter," I said in disbelief, and then a smile crept across my face. "I like puss—"
Andra quickly clamped a hand over my mouth. "I hate that word. Call it something else."
I threw my head back and laughed harder than I had in a long time. After I calmed down enough to speak clearly, I said, "What do you call it?"
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she blushed, and then those walls swiftly went up, blocking me out of her mind. Damn it! "I'm not telling you what I call my… my…"
"Pussy?"
She slapped my chest, and I laughed. "Stop! That sounds so gross to me."
She did a little shudder-wiggle thing, and I couldn't stop laughing. I'm serious. It was freaking hilarious watching her squirm over a word I'd said in everyday conversation most of my adult life.
"Okay, we won't talk about what you call yours. What do you think I should call it in general? I have to call it something."
"Why do you have to call it anything? People don't go around talking about hoo-has all day long. You could just leave that particular body part out of your vocabulary altogether," she said matter-of-factly.
My eyebrows rose as I stared at her in fascination. "Hoo-has?"
"Well, hoo-has is plural, meaning more than one. Hoo-ha is singular, meaning only one."
Shit! Is she really giving me a grammar lesson on pussy slang?
"I know what singular means, Andra. I'm fairly educated."
"Oh, then there you go. Hoo-ha and hoo-has."
Frowning, I shook my head. "I don't like that word. Call it something else."
She grinned playfully, mimicking my head shake as she turned to walk away, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me, enclosing her in the iron-like frame of my arms. Her skin—coated in a thin sheen of sweat—slid against mine, bringing to mind all sorts of erotic delights, but I only held her tighter. She stiffened, but she was too distracted to keep her walls intact. We were too close and she wasn't as experienced with blocking as I was. I felt her desire for me the exact moment I smelled it.
Not only did the lion in me wake up, but the bonded male in me did, too. I wanted her. Bad. But it was too soon. She still had that vampire on a leash and I hadn't told her my secret. My wants could wait for the perfect time. And there would be a perfect time. I was damn sure of that.
I had her right where I wanted her, though. Her walls were down and she was fully aware of how much she wanted me. The bonding did that to us. The attraction we felt for each other was unavoidable when we were this close. It may have been mean of me to use it to my advantage, but I had to know; she could not leave this room without me knowing. I did exactly what I intended to do from the start and no more. I bent until my lips almost touched hers, and then I dove into her mind. She hadn't even tried to hide it from me. It was right there, for the taking, what she called her Golden Grotto, her Holy Grail or, in her words, hoo-ha.
I smiled as I whispered, "Kitty-cat."
Desire left her eyes as she pushed against me. I let her go with a light chuckle.
"You're an ass, Ace," Andra said as she avoided looking at me. I could feel her embarrassment and guilt. Yes, guilt was there, too. The fucking vampire was cock-blocking me from seventeen-hundred miles away.
There was no need to bring up the fact that she would have willingly let me pet her kitty-cat if I had only kissed her. There was no vampire here for her to run to now. She wouldn't have stopped me, but she would have regretted it. I didn't want her to regret being with me. Ever. I had to play my cards right. There was no folding or losing in this game. I would win.
The gym doors opened, and Slade walked in with Kai, Rogan and Chaos. Chaos ran straight to Andra, and she knelt down to ruffle his ears and baby-talk to him. She was spoiling him, and he was eating it up. I frowned, my mood turning a bit sour at admitting to myself that I was envious of my Rhodesian Ridgeback.
"Great timing, assholes," I grumbled.
Slade's grin was a mile wide as he watched Andra pet my dog, and then his green eyes cut up to mine, his black eyebrows rising in amusement. He thought it was funny as hell that I'd finally met a woman I liked and she wouldn't put out. His words, not mine. And what made it worse, I hadn't even told him. My Beta knew me better than I knew myself most of the time. I guess he could tell by the sexually frustrated look on my mug that I hadn't gotten any—or any worth bragging about—in a while. I was never, ever telling him what Andra called the cockpit. Hoo-ha… What kind of word is that for something so awesome? The fucker would never let me live down how vanilla she was.
Slade nodded to Andra. "Has Ace been a good host? Are you getting settled in okay?"
She smiled shyly as she gave him a curt nod, but her face was still a little pink from the embarrassment I had caused only a few moments earlier, so I closed the distance between us and took her hand. She squeezed my fingers in response, and I winked at Slade.
"I've got it taken care of. She's staying in my room."
All three men did a double-take. My dog even looked at me funny. It didn't surprise me. No female of mine had ever been allowed in my room—not that I kept one for more than a night, but that was beside the point. I took care of my women away from the lion's den. None of the other pride members who lived here were allowed to bring anyone back here with them for some kinky play, either. It was best for everyone if humans didn't know shifters existed. Every Tom, Dick and Harry would grab their pitchforks and hunt us. That's all we needed, a bunch of simple-minded rednecks who didn't understand a damn thing about us, trying to become slayers. That wouldn't do anything except get a bunch of humans killed.
Rogan's whiskey-colored eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Huh?"
"Your room?" Kai said as he swept his shaggy blond mop out of his eyes so he could see me with both of his deep blue eyes. "But you—"
"How did I miss that?" Slade said, interrupting Kai. "I thought Olivia had an extra bed in her room that Andra was supposed to sleep in while she stayed here."
Narrowing my eyes at him, I released Andra's fingers so I could drape my arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to me. I already knew she had access to everything about my past, since she'd received all my memories the moment we bonded, but I didn't want these dickweeds making her think she was like those other chicks. "Andra is special, guys. Shut up, will ya?"
The guys just stared at me in disbelief. I wasn't joking, but they were obviously waiting for me to tell them I was. Did they expect me to be a bachelor forever? Of course they did. Four days ago I would have expected that of myself.
Andra snickered, I was guessing at the nervous feeling I was sending her through our connection. "I got settled in just fine, thank you. Though I haven't had much time for rest. Ace has had me training since we arrived."
Slade grinned at her mischievously. "He's easily bribed. Give him something he wants. He'll do whatever you want him to do."
"You can go now," I said, letting the lack of amusement that I felt seep into the tone of my voice.
Andra laughed softly. "I'll have to try that. What would he want?"
Kai snorted. "What does every man want from a woman?"
I looked up to the ceiling and huffed in annoyance when her embarrassment crept over my skin. "Get the hell out of here, guys. We're about to turn in for the night. The rest of the Pride will be here early in the morning to meet Andra."
"Turning in for the night?" Rogan said, and then looked at the other guys, like he was missing something. "We came to tell you it was time to leave for work. None of us are as good as you are, Ace."
A muffled curse passed through my lips as I ran my free hand down my face. "Uh…" I stammered, and Andra turned to look at me, confusion pouring out of her and into me in waves. She was on the verge of freaking out that I might leave her here alone. I forced a smile as I pried my wide eyes away from the guys to look at her. "It is, uh… tonight is poker night, and kind of a tradition I started a few decades ago. I'm pretty good at it, hence why I named my lion Ace. Most of us don't really workaround here. We gamble. It's how the bills get paid. And I guess it's my night to make sure we have a place to live next month."
She glanced around the huge gym that was only a small fraction of the house. "You gamble and win enough money to pay for this place?"
"Yeah… and then some. Look, I won't go if you don't want to go, but I'm better than anyone here. We'll lose everything pretty quick if I depend on some of these losers to cover the bills. A few of them lose more than I win sometimes."
"Wait… the chick is coming with us?" Rogan said on a chuckle, and then his expression turned serious. "You're fuckin' joking, right?"
I saw red, but managed to shove Andra out of the way before I shifted—the welcome feel of bones stretching and changing, the fur sprouting, the muscles morphing—and pounced on Rogan. My teeth not-so-tenderly brushed the skin above his jugular where his pulse was pounding hard enough I could hear it. Kai and Slade backed away, but I could sense Slade wanted to interfere, and I suppose that was the only thing that stopped me from biting Rogan's head off.
"Rogan doesn't know about the bond, Ace!" Slade shouted. "Nobody but me and the crew that went with you knows that you're a bonded male now! Don't kill him! Christ! He didn't know any better!" I didn't glance up, but I knew him well enough to know that he was running his fingers through that stark black hair and gripping it hard enough to pull it out by the roots.
"Ace," Andra's startled voice said. "Don't kill him."
I moved my head back enough to close my mouth, and then just stared down into Rogan's eyes as a low growl rumbled up my throat.
"I would advise against ever calling her a chick again if you value your life, Rogan," Slade said on a relieved exhale. "Ace bonded with Andromeda in Alabama. She's your Alpha now, too."
There was cold fear in Rogan's confused eyes. He knew he'd screwed up, but I could tell that he wasn't sure how he'd managed it. The truth was that none of us knew how strong this bonding thing was—well, aside from me and Andra; we knew exactly how tough this bitch was, but I wasn't in the mood to give lessons or talk about it unless bloodshed was involved. I'd let Slade explain it to Rogan. Instead of backing away, I stepped forward, placing one of my back paws on Rogan's groin as I made my way back to Andra.
Howls of agonizing pain issued from behind me as I shifted back to my human form.
Ignoring the scene behind me, I chuckled when Andra held out my shredded gym clothes, her head turned in the opposite direction from my immodesty.
I took the threads and covered myself enough to make her comfortable. "So, how are you at poker?" I said as we walked toward the doors to leave.
She laughed. "I'm better at Blackjack."
"Let's go Double Down then, my dear," I said with a flirtatious grin, and she beamed at me. God, I loved that smile.
"I need to take a shower first," Andra said.
I grinned playfully. "Good. You can shower with me. There's a spot on my back I can never quite reach." She gaped at me, and I nearly busted a gut laughing. "I'm kidding… unless, of course, you want to shower with me. I wouldn't tell you no. I'm nice like that," I said with a wink.
Catching me off guard, she shoved me into the corridor wall, and then laughed when I hit my funny bone and let out a loud curse. "You are not showering with me, Ace."
I scowled as I rubbed my elbow, until I glanced up to see her walking away from me. That high ponytail and the look of her ass in those workout shorts had me forgetting all about the sharp pain shooting from my elbow to my wrist. I bit my lip as I watched her hips sway, and then I ran to catch up with her before she noticed I had started panting.She might not shower with me tonight, but she would soon. She would soon.©Copyright 2016 by Kristie Haigwood

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Emily Walker's Top 10 Favorite Authors/Books

Emily Walker's Top 10 Favorite Authors/Books
I am super excited to feature my dear friend on Write Like a Wizard today! Emily Walker and I met through my writing challenge, and also are a part of the Woodland Creek multi-author group. She also hosts The Write Asylum with me. Today, we celebrate her release of Next To Me, a contemporary romance!
Authors / Books 1 - Robert Heinlein 2 - Gillian Flynn 3 - Stephen King 4 - Dr. Seuss 5 - Jane Austen 6 - Darynda Jones 7 - Emma and Pride and Prejudice are tied 8 - Job a Comedy of Justice 9 - Dark Places
10 - The Charlie Davidson series


     Bio
Emily Walker loves creating worlds and stumbling around in them. She is constantly losing her chap-stick and has an obsession with the color pink. Currently a resident of the mountains and loving the view she writes mostly paranormal fiction, and horror. Her small family consists of her red-bearded other half, a rat terrier named Rebel, and a cat called Graveyard. 
You can find all of her work here - http://www.authoremilywalker.com




Zane loves Whitney, but she’s a mess in her wild ways, drowning in drugs and one-night stands. But when a chance at overdue love hits, Zane may not be strong enough to walk away from the sweet abyss that is Whitney. 
Lila is everything Zane never knew he wanted. Whitney never dreamed he wouldn’t be there when she was ready. But as Whitney falls further into herself and becomes more self-destructive, she may very well take the only person who’s ever been there for her down as well...
An Exclusive Excerpt from Next To Me!
Whitney Boon tiptoed across the gravel as it bit into her foot. “I lost one of my damn shoes somehow,” she yelled. Immediately she cringed, lowering her voice. All she needed was to wake up the guy she was trying to sneak away from.
Zane Grier waited across the road in his faithful beat-up blue Ford and laughed as she hobbled over to him.
Whitney knew exactly what he was thinking. It wasn’t the first time he’d picked her up after a one-nighter she’d rather not spend the morning with.
Zane had been her best friend since grade school. He’d never approved of her lifestyle, but he was always there for her. She concentrated her bright green eyes on the driveway to try to avoid stepping on sharp rocks, but still she managed to step on a couple, which slowed her down considerably.
“Get your ass in here, Whit, hurry up.” Zane moved his fingers against the camouflage cover on his steering wheel. She knew it covered up the spots the years of use had worn away. If only he could get himself a nice new truck. She glared at him as she hobbled faster on one heel. She finally gave up, and taking it off, she ran toward him.
Zane leveled his gorgeous blue eyes on her, and she felt his judgment.
“Don’t give me that look, Zane. I know you’ve had one-night stands before.” Whitney stuck her tongue out as she climbed into the truck. Her best friend was such a handsome guy. He had dark hair he kept a little long in the front so he could fluff it up James Dean style, and facial hair that was just the right amount of scruffy and neat.
“Whit, I can count the number of women I’ve slept with on one hand. You’d probably have to take your shoes off, and then start on hair strands.” He tugged a long blond lock, earning himself a pinch on the arm from her. He was being cruel.

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Perfectly Imperfect (Cover Reveal)

Perfectly Imperfect (Cover Reveal)
The Perfectly Imperfect boxed book set consists of three novels about strong women in transition.Suburbia meets scandal in Stephanie Kepke’s Goddess of Suburbia, a hopeful and honest portrayal of that moment in every woman’s life when it’s time to make a change, even if that means risking losing it all. When pillar of the community and PTA mom, Max, finds herself embroiled in an Internet scandal, she must learn to stop living her life on auto-pilot or forever remain a suburban lemming running toward the cliff of old age. This story is a must-read for women looking to reconnect with their passions and live authentically.In Bonnie Dodge’s Waiting, three generations of Foster women, senior citizen Maxine, attention-seeker Grace, and aspiring artist Abbie, think they are nothing alike. But they all share a secret. They wait. For love, for attention, for life, for death. In their journeys between despair and happiness, they learn there are worse things than being alone. Like waiting for the wrong person’s love. With sensitivity and humor, Waiting carries readers into the hearts of three women who learn that happiness comes from within.In K. S. R. Burns’s highly praised debut novel, The Paris Effect, a food-obsessed young woman sneaks away to Paris without telling anyone. Not even her husband. Once there, she’s robbed, stalked, arrested, and kidnapped (almost). Worse, she finds that her numerous issues have come right along with her. Grab a croissant and settle in for a decidedly non-touristy trip to the City of Light.
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The Howling Heart (Blog Tour & Giveaway!)

The Howling Heart (Blog Tour & Giveaway!)
Top 10 Songs for The Howling Heart playlist:
Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon
Within Temptation - The Howling
Dead By Sunrise - Give Me Your Name
Evanescence - Lost In Paradise
The Neighbourhood - A Little Death
Fransisca Hall - Until It Hurts
Banks - Waiting Game
Mikky Ekko - We Must Be Killers
Sia - Moon
Safetysuit - Find A Way


Synopsis:Paige Donovan is an ambitious college graduate who aspires to reach the top of the corporate ladder. She’s climbing fast when given the promotion of a lifetime at a prestigious fashion magazine in New York City. Her bright future comes to an unexpected halt after news of her father’s death. She inherits his old cabin in the Colorado Rockies, and just when she thinks her luck couldn’t get any worse, she has a car accident in the mountains and awakens in the small, remote community of Black River.
Soon, she’s engulfed in the mystical world of Varulv---wolves descended from 13th century Scandinavia and blessed by Norse gods with the ability to appear human. Paige is desperate to return home, but never expects to fall for her rescuer, Riley Gray, a charming young werewolf from England who offers her an alternate future with his pack.
Now, she must choose between the career she’s always wanted and the love she’s always dreamed.
Bio:April Bostic is a New Jersey-based, Adult Romance author who enjoys unleashing her creativity and letting her imagination run wild. Her love of romance books inspired her to become not just a reader, but also a writer. In December 2008, she self-published her first novel, a contemporary romance with a supernatural twist entitled "A Rose to the Fallen".
Her first short story, "Right Here, Right Now", released in January 2012, is an erotic romance with a dash of S&M. The following year, she released two more short stories: a romantic urban fantasy inspired by the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche entitled "Eros, My Love", and a sexy romantic comedy entitled "Love Addiction".
After five years, she released her second novel, "The Howling Heart" in August 2013, a paranormal romance that delves into the mystical world of werewolves and Norse gods. To end her busiest year in publishing, April also released her fourth short story in December 2013, a historical paranormal romance entitled "A Dark Scandal".
Social media link: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2768953.April_Bostic
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An Exclusive Excerpt from Goddess of Suburbia by, Stephanie Kepke Writer!

An Exclusive Excerpt from Goddess of Suburbia by, Stephanie Kepke Writer!

It's a terrible feeling, like you're free falling, knowing that your husband is lying to you and not knowing why. Not knowing if it's a cover-up of epic proportions or simply a little white lie. I've witnessed lies of all shapes and sizes slip over Nick's silver tongue. That he finished college is a big one. He was six credits short – just two classes, but he never got around to doing it. He started working, and that was that, but he tells everyone he graduated early.Lying is second nature to him, but the lies he told me were always sandpaper lies – smoothing out the roughness of life. They were lies designed to avoid confrontation, not malicious lies. Sure he bought me a birthday card on time – he just left it at work. No, he didn’t forget to pick up milk; he just planned on stopping home first. Little things. But, in snooping around, I knew I had stumbled upon something big – a great big fat lie that would likely destroy us.It all started with a request – one little request and my desperation to please, my desperation to make sure my husband, Nick, never strayed. But, it became something bigger than either of us could have anticipated and instead of saving our marriage, it destroyed it. Though, I suppose it was on that path already – this just hastened the final blow.
"This was exactly the book I needed, right when I needed it. Goddess of Suburbia follows a suburban story that you can't imagine would ever really happen to anyone you know, while still managing to be entirely relatable... There's a lot going on in this story, but you'll be invested in Max's story right from the get go, and likely finding unlikely parallels between her life and your own..." - She Who Reads All the Books Blog "...from beginning to end Max's journey is one you're going to want to read, whether or not you're presently living a suburban fairy tale yourself... Max is impossible not to root for, right from the beginning... the writing...hooked me right from the first page.... A really incredible read. Highly recommended!" - Flights of Fantasy Blog

"...I loved seeing a heroine who is solidly in middle-aged getting into a situation that is so tied to social media and modern technology. Max isn't exactly flawless as far as characters go, but that makes her so endearing. All I wanted was for things to go well for her, but this is a book, so of course her journey won't be an easy one. But it did make for great story telling! Highly recommended!" - Library Nerdette Blog

Suburbia meets scandal in this hopeful and honest portrayal of that moment in every woman’s life when it's time to make a change, even if that means risking losing it all. Goddess of Suburbia by Stephanie Kepke is a must-read for women looking to reconnect with their passions, and live authentically.When pillar of the community and PTA mom, Max, allowed her husband, Nick, to record a sex video of them on his cell phone, she thought of it as simply a way to keep Nick interested and entertained during his frequent business trips. But suddenly, Max is trending everywhere—her video lighting up the blogosphere and Twitter, thanks to the fact that she’s a genuine, imperfect woman. Now the paparazzi are chronicling her every move; her daughter wants to disown her; and her marriage has completely fallen apart. Just as things can't get any more chaotic, Max's college boyfriend, shows up two decades after he broke her heart. Now Max must learn to stop going through the motions of her life on auto-pilot and start living authentically, or risk forever being a suburban lemming running towards the cliff of old age.Amazon

BiographyAn award winning writer and blogger, Stephanie's second grade teacher told her she should be a writer and she hasn't wavered in her path since. In her past life - before kids - Stephanie was an arts reporter and music journalist. She spent her twenties listening to loud rock bands (including her drummer husband's) in bars all around Boston and New England. 

She lives in New York on Long Island with her husband, three very active boys and two slightly crazy rescue dogs (one of whom is three-legged). Stephanie lives right in between the Atlantic Ocean and the Long Island Sound and loves to have her toes in the sand. She is a rabid New York Rangers fan. In her limited spare time she loves to watch hockey and yell at the screen like she's the Rangers' coach and they can hear her...

Stephanie's first novel, Goddess of Suburbia, is out now from Booktrope. Suburbia meets scandal as PTA mom, Max Green's,tidy, boring life implodes. As everything Max thought was important falls away, she finally learns to stop living on autopilot and start living authentically, no longer a suburban lemming running towards the cliff of old age. Goddess of Suburbia took first place in the Cleveland Rocks Romance contest in the Mainstream with Romantic Elements category and garnered an Honorable Mention in the Golden Acorn Quick Look Hook contest, also in the Mainstream with Romantic Elements category. It was a finalist in the CTRWA Write Stuff contest in the Mainstream with Romantic Elements category, as well. 

Her short story, A New Life, is out now from The Wild Rose Press. A New Life tells the story of new parents Grace and Zach who have drifted apart after the birth of their first child. Will the love they still feel bring them back together? Stephanie's short story You & Me is part of The Wild Rose Press' Candy Hearts Romance series. Do Candy Hearts arriving in Alex Spencer's mailbox mean a second chance with her first love?

Interview with Mia Dymond

Alpha Four SeriesBlog TourInterview with Mia DymondWhen did you first start writing?I've been concocting stories of some kind since I was old enough to use my imagination and because I was somewhat of a control freak even then, I made my siblings write them down for me! The longest was 17 pages and rambled on and on. It was absolutely horrible but my mother still has it stored with my scrapbooks. Several times I've attempted to convince her to trash it but she won't budge. She says it started my career ...

Professionally, I began the publication process in 2005 and my first short story, Undercover Kisses, was published in the July/Aug 2010 issue of Love Stories Magazine. My first novel, Leather, Lace & Rock-n-Roll, was published on Smashwords in 2009.How do you create your characters?This may sound almost psycho, but my characters (the female ones) are pieces of me. They reside in my head and make an appearance when they're ready! Rachel Newberry (Leather, Lace & Rock-n-Roll) brings out the analytical side of me and I am every bit as sassy as Cameron Tremaine (Outspoken Angel) - well ... can anyone compare to Cameron?

When I'm developing a new series or novel, I try to keep the story focused around each personality. Once I have a pretty good feel for the heroine, the hero follows suit. Most usually, my heroine is a strong, independent woman who irritates the hero to no end until she has him wrapped around her little finger; my hero is man enough to let her.Where do your ideas come from?Real life. I people-watch a lot when I'm out and about and most times, I see or hear something that sparks my imagination. The plot behind my novel, Never Cry Uncle, was actually developed from an experience with my former employer - I'll let you draw your own conclusions about which experience!

Recently, I read a post on Facebook that rings true with me:

I'm a writer. If I'm staring at you, I'm not being rude, I'm trying to decide if you need to go in a book. If you're a snot, I may be trying to decide how to kill you. (courtesy: Writers Write)What is your writing process?I don't know if I have a process! I almost always start with writing the ending - I guess to assure I know where the story is going - then I fill in the blanks one scene at a time. It's weird because I'm an extremely methodical person by nature but I don't use a particular method when I write. Somehow the scenes just seem to fit after they're all written.How do you approach cover design?Choosing a cover design is one of the first things I do, and I have a very simple method: I use the drool factor!

I choose designs that I feel will instantly attract attention and create curiosity about what's inside the cover. Then I develop my character sketch around the image. Since I use the images on marketing materials, jaws drop and eyebrows wiggle when I pass a business card!What motivated you to become an indie author?Quite honestly, rejection. I queried numerous agents and publishers only to be told that although my manuscript was entertaining and well-written, I just didn't make the cut. Indie publishing was a relatively new concept when I began to research the process and I was both skeptical and scared to death. 

Opportunity knocked when I stumbled onto an ad for Smashwords in Romantic Times magazine and decided to check it out.How has Smashwords contributed to your success?I owe my success to Smashwords because without the opportunity to utilize the service, I feel I might possibly still be waiting for a break into publication. Smashwords granted me the opportunity to control my publication process and distribute a product I felt would be entertaining to readers. 

Smashwords has also granted me many marketing opportunities that allow me to reach as many readers as possible and for this, I am extremely grateful.When you're not writing, how do you spend your time?I don't think there's ever a time I'm not writing. Seriously, even if I don't have a pen in hand, I'm daydreaming about a hero or plotting a scene in my head. But that's the glory of writing - I'm able to work while I'm poking around antique stores and flea markets or shopping with my friends!What is your e-reading device of choice?I personally prefer my Kindle due to the ease of ordering ebooks - I'm an Amazon one-click addict! However, I actually spend more time reading on my smartphone because I'm always on the go. My Kindle app gets quite a workout!

I recently surveyed my Facebook friends and Street Team members and found the Kindle and/or Kindle app to be the most popular.What do your fans mean to you?My fans are freaking AWESOME!! This wonderful group of people took a chance on me and haven't left my side since - and for that loyalty, I can never thank them enough. The email messages and Facebook posts I read keep me focused and motivated and feed my desire to succeed!

I have a wonderful Street Team of over 100 members who give their time to help me market and promote my novels. I LOVE my fans!!

Treasure Me (Alpha Four, Book 1):

Reputable fine art broker Sophie Graystone has a knack for acquiring one-of-a-kind artifacts. A seasoned professional, she marches to the beat of her own drum and takes direction from no one.
Lt. Dagan “Rebel” Caldwell, ex-Army Ranger and investigator for Alpha Four, is driven by an iron will to succeed and is talented in the ability to convince others to conform. He soon learns that he has met his match in one certain female.
Assigned to investigate several attempted thefts of Sophie’s paintings, Rebel’s skill and talent are sorely tested when Sophie challenges him at every turn, aggravating and arousing him in the process. Desperate to get his man, Rebel uses her rebellion as a secret weapon, hoping to win her heart in the process.






Treasure Me, Alpha Four Book  1 Excerpt!
At the sound of the voice behind her, Sophie gasped and spun around, her free fist raised and ready to put up a fight, even more shocked at the sight of Rebel standing directly in her line of vision. In the heat of the moment, she wasn’t sure if it was paranoia or extreme fear – not that it mattered which one – but one or the other amped up her adrenaline and pretty much dictated her response. Without warning, her fist connected with his brick wall of a chest.Not one word left his lips and he stood stoic, obviously not bothered in the least by her attack. Probably because her fist bounced off like a rubber ball. His lips curved into a smirk.“Easy there, tiger.”Ignoring his smooth, rich response and thigh-tightening smirk, she stood on her tiptoes, wrapped both hands around his equally-muscled shoulders, and shook him. Never mind that she couldn’t move the mountain in front of her.“You scared me to death!”With little effort, he peeled her fingers from his muscle, placed a hand to the small of her back and then led her to an annoying familiar vehicle parked at the curb; so much for avoiding a bodyguard. As if he’d done it a thousand times before, he opened the passenger door and then gestured at the seat.“In.”Although still somewhat shocked by the whole ordeal, she managed to find a tiny bit of resistance. She planted her feet on the curb and raised an eyebrow.For a few seconds, they both stood stoic, engaged in a silent battle of wills. She had no idea just how stubborn he could be, but she knew her own stamina and had no intention of giving in.“Get in the car, Sophie.”Still, she stood immobile, her eyes narrowed, determined to wait him out. For several seconds, they simply stared at each other, gazes locked, each issuing a silent dare. Sophie didn’t care if her eyes caught fire, she would win this showdown. Finally, he released a hard breath.“Please.”She gave him what she intended to be a cheeky smile and entered the vehicle. He shook his head, closed the door, and then entered the driver’s side several seconds later.“Are you always this difficult?”“Always.”He chuckled as he drove away from the curb and into traffic. “Where were you headed?”“To my studio.”“Normally, the tail needs that information.”She shrugged. “Normally.”“Good thing I was up early.”“Luck.”“You wish. I knew you wouldn’t follow instructions.”“Really? What gave you that impression?”“Your father didn’t tell you much about me, did he?”“No.”“Good thing.”            “Why?”“If the Senator had told you even half of what he knows about me, you wouldn’t have gotten in the truck.”She swallowed hard – not out of fear like she probably should have, but to keep the twenty or so questions from escaping out of sheer intrigue. Apparently this man had deep dark secrets – ones she wanted very much for him to expose.“That still doesn’t explain how you claim to have known I wouldn’t follow instructions.”He moved his head toward the rearview mirror and then turned it to the front windshield. “I was an Army Ranger, a tracker to be exact. I’m trained to read people.” He turned and grinned. “I knew what you planned before you did.”“Is that so?”He simply nodded without hesitation, confidence oozing from every pore in his body. Oddly, the arrogance didn’t offend her. Instead, her mouth watered and her breasts tightened to the extent that she was sure her nipples might poke a hole in her blouse. She dabbed the corners of her mouth with her tongue. No sense letting him see her slobber all over him like a rabid dog.“Okay then, O wise one, what do you suppose I’ll do next?”He released another of those knee-weakening smirks and suddenly she wanted to kiss it off his face. Press her lips against his and nibble her way all around them until she literally swallowed him whole. As strong as she knew this man to be, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that his kisses would be hard and dominating. In an attempt at self-control, she folded her arms across her chest and attempted to appear smug.In what she dubbed an I’m-so-smooth manner, he changed lanes and then parked the vehicle next to a curb. “Now you’ll go inside your studio and explain to your assistant – Robert, if I remember correctly – why Mrs. Vanderbuilt’s painting wasn’t returned to your studio last night as planned.”She turned and glanced out the passenger window at the scripted lettering on the building there. Treasure Me. Okay so he was exactly right.She turned and raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you coming along?”“I was under the impression you didn’t want a bodyguard.”“I don’t.” She reached for the door handle and pulled, annoyed when the door wouldn’t budge.When she lifted her gaze to his and frowned, he snickered and then the click of the locks sounded in the silence.“Five minutes,” he said.She opened the door, stepped out and then glanced back at him. “Ten,” she said as she slammed the door on any further response.



Tame Me (Alpha Four, Book 2):

Relaxed, laid-back spa owner Kat Abbott isn't immune to confrontation - being the daughter of a federal judge has taught her not to cower in the face of challenge.
Former Army Ranger, demolitions expert, and member of Alpha Four, Jace "Chaos" Taylor has made it his life's mission to obliterate evil, despite being haunted by shadows of the past.
Thrown together by a madman's vengeance, Kat and Chaos find themselves in unfamiliar territory. Both accustomed to calling the shots, their relationship is complicated, to say the least. Yet, when evil takes the upper hand, the couple must overcome obstacles that threaten to separate them forever.



Watch Me (Alpha Four, Book 3):

Event planner Carley Kensworth lives an extremely structured lifestyle, planning each activity down to the most minute detail. Organization is the name of the game and she refuses to falter.
Sgt. Gage “Ace” Moore, ex-Army Ranger, skilled sniper, and Alpha Four investigator, thrives on living in the moment, content to tackle obstacles as they appear. Intent on untying Carley’s structured strings, he vows to show her the value of spontaneity.
Ace’s patience pays off when Carley finally agrees to break free of her protective shell and do things his way. However, when Carley’s events become victims of sabotage, both structure and spontaneity prove to be the key to saving her reputation and her life.

Humor Me (Alpha Four, Book 4):

Licensed psychologist and relationship expert, Olivia “Liv” Blackwell uses her people skills to orchestrate happily ever afters for her exclusive clients.  Blessed with a natural talent for social grace, she is well-respected and successful.
Retired Army Ranger and founder of Alpha Four, Cpt. Beck “Thunder” Raines has refined the practice of law and order.  Working long hours and under the radar keep him out of the public eye.
Determined to show Thunder the benefit of getting out more, Liv accepts the task of socializing the introverted soldier.  Yet, when an elaborate blackmail scheme turns personal the couple learns a whole new type of social etiquette.


Alpha Four Series Purchase Links
Treasure Me (Alpha Four, Book 1)
Smashwords:    https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/491999
Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Treasure-Me-Alpha-Four-Book-ebook/dp/B00PKE094I/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1455033913&sr=8-6&keywords=mia+dymond
Apple iBooks:https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/treasure-me-alpha-four-book-1/id939949920?mt=11
Barnes and Noble:http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/treasure-me-mia-dymond/1120728648?ean=2940046397024
Kobo:https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/treasure-me-alpha-four-book-1


Tame Me (Alpha Four, Book 2)
Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/573022
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Tame-Me-Alpha-Four-Book-ebook/dp/B014MWGRXA/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1455033913&sr=8-7&keywords=mia+dymond


Apple iBooks:https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/tame-me-alpha-four-book-2/id1035131804?mt=11
Barnes and Noble:http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tame-me-mia-dymond/1122597238?ean=2940152120981
Kobo:https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/tame-me-alpha-four-book-2

Watch Me (Alpha Four, Book 3)
Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/613340
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Watch-Me-Alpha-Four-Book-ebook/dp/B01BJBJUFE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1455034093&sr=8-1&keywords=mia+dymond+watch+me
Apple iBooks:https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/watch-me-alpha-four-book-3/id1082134011?mt=11
Barnes and Noble:http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/watch-me-mia-dymond/1123382875?ean=2940152610772
Kobo:https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/watch-me-alpha-four-book-3


Humor Me (Alpha Four, Book 4) 
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Mia DymondSocial Media Links

Website:http://www.dymondintherough.com
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/mia.dymond
Street Team:https://www.facebook.com/groups/329806283788966/
Twitter:  @miadymond
Smashwords Author Page:https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/miadymond
Amazon Author Page:http://www.amazon.com/MiaDymond/e/B00D2UTGZA/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1455035517&sr=8-2-ent
Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/MiaDymond








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Stephanie Kepke (Top 10 Favorite Books!)

Stephanie Kepke's (Top 10 Favorite Books!)



Top Ten Favorite Books
1. Tending to Virginia by Jill McCorkle
2. Crash Diet by Jill McCorkle
3. Final Vinyl Days by Jill McCorkle (I have to stop at three, but I could I have named more.)
4. A Vocation and A Voice by Kate Chopin
5. The Awakening by Kate Chopin
6. Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich
7. The Mezzanine by Nicholson Baker
8. The Pull of the Moon and The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted by Elizabeth Berg (tie)
9. Fortune’s Daughter by Alice Hoffman


10. Happy All the Time by Laurie Colwin
An award winning writer and blogger, Stephanie's second grade teacher told her she should be a writer and she hasn't wavered in her path since. In her past life - before kids - Stephanie was an arts reporter and music journalist. She spent her twenties listening to loud rock bands (including her drummer husband's) in bars all around Boston and New England.

She lives in New York on Long Island with her husband, three very active boys and two slightly crazy rescue dogs (one of whom is three-legged). Stephanie lives right in between the Atlantic Ocean and the Long Island Sound and loves to have her toes in the sand. She is a rabid New York Rangers fan. In her limited spare time she loves to watch hockey and yell at the screen like she's the Rangers' coach and they can hear her...

Stephanie's first novel, Goddess of Suburbia, is out now from Booktrope. Suburbia meets scandal as PTA mom, Max Green's,tidy, boring life implodes. As everything Max thought was important falls away, she finally learns to stop living on autopilot and start living authentically, no longer a suburban lemming running towards the cliff of old age. Goddess of Suburbia took first place in the Cleveland Rocks Romance contest in the Mainstream with Romantic Elements category and garnered an Honorable Mention in the Golden Acorn Quick Look Hook contest, also in the Mainstream with Romantic Elements category. It was a finalist in the CTRWA Write Stuff contest in the Mainstream with Romantic Elements category, as well.
Her short story, A New Life, is out now from The Wild Rose Press. A New Life tells the story of new parents Grace and Zach who have drifted apart after the birth of their first child. Will the love they still feel bring them back together? Stephanie's short story You & Me is part of The Wild Rose Press' Candy Hearts Romance series. Do Candy Hearts arriving in Alex Spencer's mailbox mean a second chance with her first love?

Suburbia meets scandal in this hopeful and honest portrayal of that moment in every woman’s life when it's time to make a change, even if that means risking losing it all. Goddess of Suburbia by Stephanie Kepke is a must-read for women looking to reconnect with their passions, and live authentically. 
When pillar of the community and PTA mom, Max, allowed her husband, Nick, to record a sex video of them on his cell phone, she thought of it as simply a way to keep Nick interested and entertained during his frequent business trips. But suddenly, Max is trending everywhere—her video lighting up the blogosphere and Twitter, thanks to the fact that she’s a genuine, imperfect woman. Now the paparazzi are chronicling her every move; her daughter wants to disown her; and her marriage has completely fallen apart. Just as things can't get any more chaotic, Max's college boyfriend, shows up two decades after he broke her heart. Now Max must learn to stop going through the motions of her life on auto-pilot and start living authentically, or risk forever being a suburban lemming running towards the cliff of old age. Amazon
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