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Mesmerizing 5 Star Reviews for Mystery & Suspense Romance The Heiress of Santorini!

 Black sands, blacker hearts in this romantic mystery, October 31, 2014By TailerThis review is from: The Heiress of Santorini (The Greek Isles Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)Angel Sefer brings us another treat in "The Greek Island Series": Book 3, "The Heiress of Santorini. Each standalone romantic mystery on the series takes place on a different Greek island.

Spend some time on among the Greek islands, cosmopolitan and appealing -- as is "The Heiress of Santorini."

In this third outing for Sefer's series, Alexandra learns an unwelcome truth about her billionaire client and meets Mark, handsome and out of reach. Non-stop action ensues as deceit and murder unfold. The story takes us from Atlanta and New York to magnificent Santorini in the Aegean Sea, where the volcanic conclusion may surprise you.
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 A Book That Demands To Be Finished!, October 31, 2014By Dianne HarmanThis review is from: The Heiress of Santorini (The Greek Isles Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)I've always wanted to go to Santorini and this book put it at the top of my bucket list. This is a fascinating story that has it all - mystery, intrigue, and romance that takes place in an enchanting setting. It draws you in at the beginning and never disappoints. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I'm sure you will as well!
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 Thrilling read!, October 31, 2014By Love To ReadThis review is from: The Heiress of Santorini (The Greek Isles Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)I loved this book! It's full of action, mystery intrigue, and steamy romance, let alone suspense! Had me on the edge of my seat several times. The author did a great job developing her characters. Looking forward to Book 4. I highly recommend and give it high marks for the thrilling adventure.
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 Awesome Intriguing tale, October 30, 2014By RacquelThis review is from: The Heiress of Santorini (The Greek Isles Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)This novel is a thrilling ride from Atlanta to New York City and finally to the amazing island of Santorini. It’s full of action, mystery, and suspense, while beautiful Alexandra and hard-to-resist Mark are entangled in a simmering story of forbidden love. I was glued to the pages until the very end and would recommend this novel to all mystery romance lovers.
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 Action-packed, full of mystery, twists and turns, October 30, 2014By LovetoreadThis review is from: The Heiress of Santorini (The Greek Isles Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)I enjoyed this action-packed mystery romance which took me from Atlanta to New York City and then to the amazing Greek island of Santorini. The plot was intriguing; the characters were captivating, and the descriptions of the island breathtaking.
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 This book swept me off my feet to the Greek island of Santorini, October 28, 2014By Avid readerThis review is from: The Heiress of Santorini (The Greek Isles Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)This book is an action-packed ride of mystery, romance, suspense, and heartwarming romance that kept me glued to the pages until the very end. I’ve become a fan of this series and think that each new book is better than the previous one. Hope the author releases book 4 soon!
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 I devoured this novel in one sitting!, October 27, 2014By Vickie TThis review is from: The Heiress of Santorini (The Greek Isles Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)The intriguing mystery and the death threat hovering over stunning Alexandra combined with the breathtaking romance with hot and off-limits Mark kept me up all night. I loved the action, the suspense, and above all, the breathtaking descriptions of Santorini.
Highly recommended to all mystery romance readers.
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Wow! Read some of the latest 5 Star Reviews for Spellbound in His Arms!

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful Billionaires, Intrigue, Murder and Deceit!, April 21, 2015By AnariThis review is from: Spellbound in His Arms (The Greek Isles Series Book 1) (Kindle Edition)Romantic Suspense takes on a whole new level in Angel Sefer’s ‘Spellbound in his Arms.’ It’s a fast paced murder mystery with sizzling elements of romance and passion - which will have you glued to your seat until the entire book is finished! Set on the beautiful island of Corfu, this magical world comes to life under Sefer’s talented hands. Billionaires, intrigue, murder and deceit - all make for a wonderfully entertaining read. Can reporter Jackie and detective Michael put their differences aside and work together on this one? You’ll have a fantastic time finding out!
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
 Great Story!, April 19, 2015By HawkThis review is from: Spellbound in His Arms (The Greek Isles Series Book 1) (Kindle Edition)"Spellbound in His Arms" is the story of Jackie and Michael’s fiery and passionate love affair centered on a mansion that the author gives a life of its own. So much so, I was left wondering is it really a mansion or something else? That’s how expertly the author weaves her characters together to bring the reader a plot that is a skillful blend of romance and mystery with an intriguing story line. Once again the author makes the setting come alive with her vivid description of the islands of Greece, as a backdrop to the complexities of human nature: love, mystery, intrigue and suspicion… It has it all. Great story!
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful Surprise Elements and Plot Twists Woven into an Explosive Tapestry by Passion, April 17, 2015By Muffy WIlsonThis review is from: Spellbound in His Arms (The Greek Isles Series Book 1) (Kindle Edition)This mystery has it all: murder, money, fire, romance dogged determination of our heroine and the ardent admiration and rising passions of her Greek detective! This combination is a full on assault on the nerves as plot twists and turns, and some surprise elements I will NOT mention, keep the reader glued to this page-turner from the very first paragraph. You won't be able to put this best seller down! Buy it!
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful Found a new great author to follow, March 30, 2015By Booklover of all kindsThis review is from: Spellbound in His Arms (The Greek Isles Series Book 1) (Kindle Edition)This was a really great that has good twists and turns that leave you guessing but aren't convoluted just to create drama. Well written and I like that it's not just straight romance or thriller several elements woven into a well done story.
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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful Mystery and romance in the Greek isles..., March 16, 2015By TailerThis review is from: Spellbound in His Arms (The Greek Isles Series Book 1) (Kindle Edition)Ready to be spellbound? Angel Sefer's new mystery romance will keep you glued to your chair and leave you craving more tales of suspense and romance in the Greek isles.

If you love intriguing mystery and unusual romance, "Spellbound in His Arms" is the book you want. It's action packed, full of twists and turns, captivating characters, and scintillating island descriptions. I enjoyed it so much that, as soon as I finished it, I bought the other books in "The Greek Isles series." Read one, and you will, too. Highly recommended!
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Excerpt from the cozy mystery Murder in Cottage #6 by Dianne Harman

Excerpt:
CHAPTER THREE  
Fifteen minutes later Seth came swaggering through the front door of the lodge, his thumbs hooked just inside his dark blue uniform pants that hung below a large belly which was threatening to pop the lower buttons of his blue uniform shirt. Gray, oily hair hung in tufts below a battered black police chief hat with a silver emblem inscribed “Red Cedar Police Chief.”          Liz couldn’t help but notice the big yellow stain on his shirt. “See yer lookin’ at that spot on my shirt,” Seth said. “Egg yolk slipped off my fork this mornin’ when I was havin’ my usual breakfast of ham and eggs at Gertie’s Diner. Jes’ one of those things that seems to happen all the time to me. Ya’ know what I mean?”          “Seth, thank you so much for coming out here on such short notice. I have a little problem, and I’m not real sure what to do about it. Please, follow me.”          “Ain’t seein’ any black lace on ya’. I’ll git ya’ some if ya’ like. I read the Victoria’s Secret catalogue from cover to cover every month. You’d look good in some of them things they got for sale.”          Ignoring Seth’s uncouth remarks, Liz walked out the door and almost tripped over what she privately called the “spa dog,” even though his name was Brandy Boy. A massive St. Bernard, weighing over one hundred sixty pounds, he was a favorite of the guests who visited the spa.          Although the original St. Bernard dogs were bred by Augustine monks as rescue dogs in the snowy and cold Swiss Alps, Brandy Boy had little interest in any type of task that involved physical activity. The previous owner who sold the spa to Joe and Liz had asked them to keep Brandy Body because he couldn’t take the big dog with him. Despite his seemingly constant slobbering and drooling, Liz had grown attached to the big loveable brown and white giant who spent most of his time sleeping on the porch. He rarely acknowledged anyone going in or out the door other than to open his eyes when it slammed.          Occasionally a guest wanted to take a hike on one of the many trails that led into the forest from the lodge. Liz always recommended that he or she take Brandy Boy along to act as an informal guide. Even though he was the easiest going dog in the world, he knew which trails were safe to travel and which ones weren’t. Many a guest had returned to the spa from their hike marveling that Brandy Boy had physically led the way and showed the guest which trail was the right one to take to return to the lodge.          Just like the famous rescue dogs in the Swiss Alps, the prior owner had equipped Brandy Body with a dog collar that had a small wooden cask attached to it. If a guest was in a cottage and wanted an after dinner brandy, he or she could call the lodge, and Brandy Boy would be dispatched to the cottage with the “rescue” brandy. When given the proper command, he even knew which cottage needed the delivery. Each cottage had a supply of dog treats that were to be given to Brandy Boy as a reward after he made his delivery.           When they first bought the spa, Joe thought Brandy Boy was too big to sleep indoors, and he’d asked Zack, the handyman, to build a dog house for him. The huge dog house was located next to the lodge and at any given time you could find Brandy Boy either sleeping in his dog house or lolling around on the front porch of the lodge. Having the dog house near the lodge was an arrangement which worked out well for everyone. With his ancestors having come from the Swiss Alps, Brandy Boy was happy and content to stay outside in his dog house year round, regardless of any inclement weather conditions.          After nearly tripping over Brandy Boy, Liz and Seth walked past the large rustic spa building with flowers spilling out of containers on either side of the front door and down the steps. Each of the ten cottages located on the premises was a smaller version of the spa, constructed as log cabin type structures with bright colored flowers surrounding them. Liz wanted the spa and cottages to project a warm welcoming feeling for the spa guests when they came for their stay, each of them hoping to leave refreshed and rejuvenated.           She stopped at a cottage with a brass #6 on the front door. “Seth, Dave Nelson’s wife, Barbara, is in here. Dave told her she’d worked so hard on his campaign he was giving her a two day stay at the spa as a thank you gift. He wanted her to come here, have some treatments, and relax. My manager found her this morning. She’s dead.”          “What the…?”          “I know, Bertha and I are as shocked as you are. I don’t know what happened.”          “Sheesh. I was jes’ with Dave and Barbara night before last at his victory party down at the Elks Lodge. Barbara seemed fine then. She was probably jes’ glad his girlfriend didn’t show up at the celebration. When did Barbara get here?”          “She checked in yesterday morning, had two spa treatments, and ate dinner at the lodge with the other guests last night.” Liz put her key in the lock and opened the door. They both stared at Barbara lying in the bed. Liz noticed the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the nightstand that Bertha had told her about.          Seth walked over to Barbara. “Yup, she’s deader ‘n a doornail. Better call the coroner. Ain’t nothin’ no one can do fer her now.”          “Wait a minute. What kind of a vehicle will he come in? I really would like to avoid having to tell the other guests about this until we know more.”          “He drives a big white van. Looks kinda like a bread delivery truck. Guess it kinda is, if ya’ know what I mean. Ain’t much difference between deliverin’ a loaf of bread and deliverin’ dead bodies,” he said laughing obscenely. “Yer’ guests’ll just think someone’s deliverin’ somethin’ to you.”          Liz steeled herself not to comment on his insensitivity. This man is disgusting, she thought. Is he the best the city of Red Cedar can do? And what was that reference to Dave’s girlfriend all about?          “Go ahead and call him. How long do you think it will be before he can come out here?”          “Don’t know. I’ll call him now, and then I need to call Leroy, my deputy chief. Need to figure out what in the blazes happened out here, although it looks pretty obvious to me.” He punched in a number on his cell phone and she heard him say, “Wes, got a cold one out here at the Red Cedar Spa. Dave’s wife. How soon can ya’ be here?” He hung up and turned to Liz. “He’ll be here in about fifteen minutes. Give me a minute while I call Leroy, then I’ll need to ask ya’ some questions.”           He spoke with Leroy who carried the ceremonial title of deputy chief, which had been bestowed on him by Seth in exchange for passing on a pay raise, but he was actually nothing more than a patrol deputy on the small six man Red Cedar police force. After talking to Leroy for a few minutes he turned to her. “Sorry, Liz, but he’s gonna have to drive a police car over here cuz his personal car broke down this mornin’ while he was drivin’ to work. No big surprise there. Dang thing’s been smokin’ like a chimney for the last two weeks.”          “Well, I guess that can’t be helped. Hopefully, the guests will be in town or having a spa treatment.”          Seth took a stubby pencil and a tattered notebook out of his shirt pocket. He flipped the notebook open to an empty page that appeared to have a catsup stain on it and asked Liz, “Who discovered the body?”          “My manager, Bertha.”          “Wouldja call her and tell her to get over here? Gonna need to get a statement from her. Ya’ said Barbara had two spa treatments yesterday. Need to talk to the people who gave her them treatments.”          Liz called Delores, the spa receptionist.  “This is Mrs. Lucas. Would you check the reservation book and tell me what treatments Barbara Nelson had yesterday?”
          She listened for a moment. “Are Gina and Cindy free, or are they busy with clients?” She waited while Delores checked the reservation book. “Good. Please ask both of them to come to cottage #6 immediately. I also want you to have them bring the spa registration form that Barbara Nelson filled out yesterday. Thanks.”          A few minutes later Bertha came to the cottage, still clearly shaken by the morning’s events. She was followed by Gina and Cindy who handed Liz the spa registration form for Barbara Nelson.           “Good morning, Seth,” Bertha said.          “Hey, Bertha. Liz tells me you was the one who found Barbara. Need ya’ to tell me everything.” Bertha related to Seth essentially what she’d told Liz earlier.                When it was obvious that Seth wasn’t going to ask Bertha any more questions, Liz said, “Bertha, you can go now. I think he’s through with you. I’ll stay here while he talks to Gina and Cindy and I also want to be here to find out what the coroner has to say about the cause of death.”          “Ladies,” Seth said to Gina and Cindy, “wanna know what kind of treatments Barbara had and if she seemed to be okay when you saw her yesterday.”          “I saw her yesterday morning at 10:00,” Cindy said. “She’d requested the stress-releasing massage. She was fine while she was with me and was feeling good when she left. She didn’t say or do anything that seemed unusual to me. There’s really nothing more I can tell you,” Cindy said          Seth turned to Gina. “How about you?”          “Pretty much like Cindy just said. I saw her at 3:00 yesterday afternoon. She had a facial and purchased some beauty products from the spa that I recommended. She was quiet during the facial, thanked me when I was finished, and left. Other than that, I don’t know anything about her.”          “Thank you ladies. You can go back to the spa now. If I got any more questions, I’ll get back to ya’, but I’m pretty sure I know what happened to her.”          He had just finished getting statements from Cindy and Gina when a white van drove up the narrow lane that led to the lodge and spa followed by a Red Cedar police car. They pulled to a stop next to cottage #6.          “Hey,” Seth said as they got out of their respective vehicles, “Wes, Leroy. Stiff’s in there. Got a statement from Liz and Bertha as well as the two wimmin who treated her at the spa yesterday. Leroy, you go in, and see what you can find. Probably better wear gloves, but there’s not much to dust. Maybe ya’ oughta do that Jack Daniels bottle in there. When you finish with it, take it back to the station. We oughta send a sample of the contents to the state police lab for testin’, but I reckon me and you might have to do a little testin’ of that Jack Daniels ourselves. Hate to let good booze go to waste, if ya’ know what I mean. Wes, like to know what ya’ think caused her death, but it seems purty black and white to me. Be willin’ to bet she decided to buy the farm when she found out Dave had the hots for Darcy. Whole town knows they’ve been getting’ it on. Maybe she jes’ found out. Decided to come out here and mix a little Black Jack with a handful of night-night pills and bingo, the deed is done.”          Who is this Darcy woman? Liz thought. I wonder if Barbara knew about the affair? And if she was going to commit suicide, why would she buy beauty products from the spa? Could Seth be right, that she came here to end her life? If that’s true, sure wish she’d gone to another spa. I don’t need this kind of publicity.          Liz took a couple of deep breaths and a few minutes later followed the men into the cottage. She walked over to the coroner and asked, “Wes, do you have any idea what caused her death?”          “No. There’s no sign of a struggle or foul play of any kind. Leroy quickly examined the door, and he said he didn’t see any signs of forcible entry or that the lock had been tampered with. I’ll know more after I do an autopsy on her. Maybe it’s like Seth thinks, that she took some sleeping pills and combined it with the alcohol, although I don’t see any prescription bottles. I understand she ate dinner at your lodge last night. Did you serve anything that might have caused her to suffer an allergic reaction? Sometimes a severe allergic reaction can lead to anaphylactic shock and death.”          “I don’t think so. I served the guests wine with several different kinds of cheeses and crackers. Dinner consisted of lamb chops baked in a wine sauce, broccoli with almonds, a rice pilaf, and an ice cream sundae with caramel sauce. When guests come to the spa they have to fill out a registration form and one of the things they’re asked is if they have any food allergies. I know people can have life threatening allergies to things like peanuts or shellfish, so I’m very careful to always check each guest’s registration form and make a note if they have any food allergies. Barbara wrote on her registration form that she wasn’t allergic to anything. The people who work in the spa also have each guest fill out a general health form, and one of the questions asked is if they’re allergic to any beauty products or chemical substances. According to what she filled out on her form, she wasn’t allergic to anything.”          “Well, we probably won’t know anything until I complete the autopsy tomorrow. I have another one I need to do today. Dave been told yet?”          “No. I wanted to wait until I talked to you. I’m planning on going to his insurance agency and telling him shortly.”          “Liz, be happy to do it for ya’, course you’d owe me somethin’ in return, if you know what I mean,” Seth said suggestively.          “No. Since it happened on my property, I should be the one to tell him.”          Wes took a gurney out of the back of the van and rolled it into the cottage. He and Leroy carefully transferred Barbara from the bed to the gurney and then pushed the gurney out to the van and loaded her body into it through the open rear doors. When they were finished, Wes drove back down the lane to the highway leading to town with Leroy following.          “I’ll be goin’ now, Liz,” Seth said. “Ain’t no more I can do ‘til I get the results of the autopsy from Wes. Nice seein’ ya’, and don’t forget about that invitation to dinner or my offer to get ya’ a little somethin’ from Victoria’s Secret.”          “Believe me, Seth, I won’t forget. Thanks for getting out here so fast.”          Liz looked around as he drove down the lane, thankful that it looked like no one had seen the police car or the unusual activity going on at cottage #6.          When she returned to the lodge, she called Bertha. “Would you please tell Sarah to clean up cottage #6?”

Blurb:
A Liz Lucas Cozy Mystery from Amazon All Star Author - Dianne Harman. 

Liz Lucas, a 52 year old widow, is beginning to think she’s been given a second chance at life by owning a successful spa located in a beautiful forest area on the coast north of San Francisco. 

What could possibly go wrong? Well, for starters, discovering that a guest staying in cottage #6 at the spa has been murdered. 

In order to save the spa’s reputation, Liz, along with her two dogs, Brandy Boy and Winston, sets out to find the killer. The cast of characters includes a handyman, spa employees, the bumbling police chief, the owner of Gertie’s Diner, the dead woman’s husband (the mayor), his girlfriend, and a Tiffany glass collector. One of them probably committed the crime, but it’s up to Liz to quickly find the culprit. 

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About the Author:


Dianne Harman draws her stories and characters from a diverse business and personal background. She owned a national antique and art appraisal business for many years, left that industry, and opened two yoga centers where she taught yoga and certified yoga instructors. She's traveled extensively throughout the world, most recently dividing her time between Huntington Beach, California and Sacramento, California, where her husband was a Senator. An avid reader, Dianne brings the richness of her life experiences to her novels, Blue Coyote Motel, Coyote in Provence, and Cornered Coyote - all of which are available now in the Coyote Series. 

Being a dog lover and having attended numerous cooking schools, she couldn't resist writing about food and dogs, thus the Cedar Bay Cozy Mystery series, which includes family recipes! Kelly's Koffee Shop, Murder at Jade Cove, and White Cloud Retreat have been on the top of the culinary, cozy, and animal charts within a week of being published, Kelly's Koffee Shop was recently voted as one of the top 30 Best Self-Published Books of 2014.

An Award Winning Bestseller, Blue Coyote Motel was selected as a quarter finalist in Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award contest, Goodreads Psychological Thriller of the Month Book, and e-thriller Book of the Month. Blue Coyote Motel and Coyote in Provence were finalists in Chanticleer's CLUE awards contest.

Blue Coyote Motel is a suspenseful love story which begins in the barrios of Southern California and spans the globe in such diverse locations as Provence, South America, and the Himalayas. The beautiful Latina, Maria, and her husband, Jeffrey, a scientist fired from a prestigious laboratory, struggle to build a new life in a remote Southern California desert area as owners of the motel.

Along with the anti-aging hormone, Jeffrey invents a "feel-good" wonder drug to help Maria with her depression. As Jeffrey becomes insane, he begins to experiment with the wonder drug. Six wayward travelers, including an alcoholic priest, a couple who own gold mines in Brazil, a depressed widow, a struggling salesman, and a Native American pediatrician, find themselves spending the night at the small motel. The next morning they wake up feeling better than ever. Has Jeffrey's miracle drug delivered? Or is the nightmare of addiction only beginning?

Coyote in Provence and Cornered Coyote complete the trilogy which spans the globe and introduces a character, Slade Kelly, a loveable irascible private eye, who many say has become their favorite literary character. The Mafia, food, wine, art, Provence, courtroom drama - all find a place in these books. 

Visit Dianne at her web site: www.dianneharman.com
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on Twitter: @DianneDHarman
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Excerpt from the powerful collection of short stories Tales To Count On by S.R. Mallery

Excerpt:
GOOD ADVICE 
When the first call came in that evening, Julia was more than ready. Strategically placed in front of her, her fresh pile of blank intake questionnaires served as the cornerstone to an array of pens, pencils, and resource books. Tools of the trade she called them; open windows to the souls of women crying out for help.“East Central Women’s Shelter. May I help you?” she asked, glancing at the ‘panic’ button next to her desk. So far, no one had ever had to use it, but being thorough, she had it checked out with the local police once a year anyway, to make sure it still worked.The voice on the other end had a familiar desperation. “I can’t take it any more! He’s going to kill me!”Julia assumed her ‘calm’ voice. “First of all, can you tell me your name, address, and phone number?” Taking the correct information was the key. Never rattle the women callers and let them know you’re there for them. Above all, make it clear the shelter is a safe, soothing place.  Continuing, she gently probed and coaxed until she had made complete arrangements for the woman to enter the shelter with her children by midnight.“God, Julia, you’re amazing!” As always, her intern Barbara was visibly impressed. No one could do an intake like her supervisor. No one.Julia offered a tight, modest smile and got up to retrieve some coffee from the kitchenette, moving slowly, deliberately, like she had all the time in the world.“How do you stay so peaceful? I’m so wired when I leave this place,” Barbara admitted. She enjoyed confessing to Julia; it was a chance to get good advice.  But tonight, Julia obviously wasn’t in the mood. “Barbara, life’s not perfect,” the therapist muttered as she turned back to her work.The persistent phone calls swelled into a tsunami of women pleading for their lives. For most people, it could become oppressive, but Julia took everything in her stride. Sympathetic, yet suggestive, she never faltered. By 12:45 a.m., the needy calls had definitely slowed down. Barbara yawned, and watching her mentor tidy up, said, “Time to go home soon, no?” She had had enough.“You go on without me. I’ve got a couple of things to do yet,” Julia replied, reshuffling papers on her ultra-organized desk. In the pitch-black parking lot, Barbara darted to her car. She would have much preferred having Julia walk with her, but her supervisor never went home on time, and tonight was no exception. Sliding into the front seat, her peripheral vision caught something, but when she swiveled left, there was only darkness. I must be getting paranoid, she thought as she shook her head, locked her car door, and flipped on the ignition. Suddenly, images of her comfy bed and a good night’s sleep trumped everything.Inside the shelter, the clock read 1:12 a.m., and Julia knew it was finally time to go. But it wasn’t until two seconds later when she stood up that she heard the hammer click on the gun. Pivoting, she faced the man straddling the doorjamb. “Look at me,” he said softly, coldly.She tried to shift towards the panic button, but her legs wouldn’t move.“Look at me, Julia,” her husband repeated.  They were the last words she heard.

Blurb:
Curl up and enter the eclectic world of S. R. Mallery, where sad meets bizarre and deception meets humor; where history meets revenge and magic meets gothic.  Whether it’s 500 words or 5,000, these TALES TO COUNT ON, which include a battered women’s shelter, childhood memories, Venetian love, magic photographs, PTSD fallout, sisters’ tricks, WWII spies, the French Revolution, evil vaudevillians, and celebrity woes, will remind you that in the end, nothing is ever what it seems.

Reviews for Tales To Count On:
“Brilliant… I stand in awe of S.R. Mallery’s ability to cobble something riveting out of so few words. I can’t recommend this book enough!” - Dianne Harman, The Coyote Series, The Cedar Bay Cozy Murder Mystery Series
"S. R. Mallery takes you on a truly unique, visual journey through time and place, with her imaginative tales and unusual endings, stirring up the reader's curiosity and compassion." - Lasher Lane, Deadlight
“Poetic, startling, S. R. Mallery’s TALES TO COUNT ON will stun you into silence by the outcome of these inventive stories and their elegant endings with a twist.” - D.K. Cassidy, Spilt Milk, Curious Reality
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About the Author:
S.R. Mallery has worn various hats in her life. First, a classical/pop singer/composer, she moved on to the professional world of production art and calligraphy. 
Next came a long career as an award winning quilt artist/teacher and an ESL/Reading instructor. Her short stories have been published in descant 2008, Snowy Egret, Transcendent Visions,The Storyteller, and Down In the Dirt.


LINKS:
Website/Blog:  www.srmallery.comTwitter:  @SarahMallery1Facebook:  http://facebook.com/pages/SR-Mallery-Sarah-Mallery/356495387768574Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7067421.S_R_MalleryPinterest:  http://www.pinterest.com/sarahmallery1/

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Excerpt from the paranormal romance Samaria: Warrior Princess by Jaxx Summers

Excerpt:

Samaria laughed, her neck reaching upward. Her stance was erect and her hands dipped to her sides, fingers curling inward.“No.” Samaria began moving through the crowd. The tribesmen and women crept away without losing sight of their new princess. On the contrary the chief, elders, priests, priestess and drummers fled, knocking into several slaves.“Do not fear,” Samaria’s mouth curved as she spoke. “You are tainted—impure. Your hearts are corrupt, like Nzinga’s.”This didn’t dispel their fears and, though they no longer fled, they cowered behind the slaves that had been observing from beyond the circle. Samaria stalked to where the tribesmen gathered, gliding across those at the front of line. Four male and three female slaves formed a barrier, bravely facing their fate. Samaria breathed into their faces. Torches burned around them, revealing the true depths of their fear. Samaria’s lips initially tightened, which changed the closer she drew to them. She gently brushed open palms against the sides of their faces, only stopping when she stood before a thin female.Unlike the others, the slave’s gaze extended to the sky. Teardrops cascaded down her cheeks. Samaria took hold of her shoulders, guiding her forward.“What do they call you?” Samaria asked.The girl, no more than three inches shorter than Samaria, trembled. She didn’t fight to remain with the others, only moved along. Her head now lowered, eyes piercing beyond the lights of the ceremonial grounds. In the distance, the desert calmly observed its inhabitants.When the girl didn’t immediately answer, Samaria touched her chin. She flinched.“They call you slave. Tell me your name. You once belonged. What is your name?”“Wonlay,” the slave girl replied. She hid behind the confession, more so the meaning of the name.“Look at me.” Samaria bent in order to reach Wonlay’s eye level. “Your mother and father smile down on you. They named you out of their suffering, out of their constant loss.”“Yes.” The girl was crying now as no one ever spoke of her people. She shook her head in acceptance, her shoulders slumped forward.“Wonlay, your name might mean tired but they were not tired of you. They were sad over the loss of their other seeds. None took root, until you came along.” Samaria touched the young girl’s hands, leading her to the stake. “You are pure in spirit and soul. You were born to be great. Through your sacrifice, our people will live always.”Wonlay smiled.Samaria let her go.Everyone looked on in awe as the slave girl floated towards the stake. Samaria’s right hand controlled the movement. She passed the child around three times before settling her on the rock seat.The tribe now pressed onward, though on approaching the faded circle barrier, they were blocked. Unable to walk closer, yet able to see.“Life for life. Death for death!” Samaria began. “Say it with me, sister,” she commanded Wonlay. Samaria’s possessors understood the girl’s needs. She was only a slave—not sister, not mother, not even lover.“Sister?” Wonlay asked. Her body nudged forward, back overwhelmed with emotions. She bit on her lips, struggling to hold back a cry, though tears were already soaking her neck.“Yes, sister.” Samaria placed a motherly kiss on the child’s forehead. “You are doing this for your people.” Then, turning to the others, Samaria instructed, “Call her sister.”The chief’s eyes spread, though he dare not protest. The other slaves immediately praised their sister. The tribe looked from Samaria to their ceremonial master.Samaria reached for him, pulling on his loincloth. Within a second he stood beside them.“S-s-sister, sister!” he shouted, a heap of saliva dousing Wonlay’s nose. She didn’t wipe it off. Her lips curled up. When the rest of the group joined in, Wonlay’s mouth opened. White teeth shone. Dark cheeks bunched and shined.Samaria sent the chief back out of the circle. The people continued the lament.The other slave women knelt, leaning so that their bare stomachs and naked breasts spread flat on the ground. Their heads extended two inches upwards. Beneath them, specks of teardrops formed miniature dunes.“Sister,” Samaria whispered in Wonlay’s ear. “Do you give your life for the lives of your people? Do you offer your death as sacrifice for our eternity?”Wonlay nodded.Samaria’s hand reached to the sky.“Life for life. Death for death,” she declared. In that moment, wind stirred above them. They were forced to close their eyes as sand blew. Wonlay suffered through the damage. Samaria’s arms flailed around her head.“No,” she shouted.The spirits had forced her into hiding. On the verge of the sacrifice, Samaria fought back. She took control of her actions long enough to plea for Wonlay. “Please, please . . . take me. My life. My death.” Her words were directed inward, though expressed out at the masses.“Do not fight them, child.” The chief peered from behind one of the other tribesmen. He expected everyone else to be brave, while he hid behind false strength.“Ahhhhhhh.” Samaria battled.Her body wiggled and jolted about, her hands spread wide.Every time she managed to yank away the reins that held her limbs, she curled into a fetal position. At one point her eyes connected with Wonlay’s. The brave slave girl encouraged her to let go. But Samaria stubbornly held out longer. Samaria’s cries grew deeper. She bowed in front of Wonlay.“Princess, don’t fight them,” the child said. She attempted to lift Samaria. “This night is the best of my thirteen years. I am honored. My mother and father are dead. I have claim to no one. I give my life for your life and my death for your death.”Wonlay wiped her eyes and straightened her body, though her knees remained on the ground.Samaria stifled her sobs, shut her lids, and willingly gave in to the spirits.The chief nudged one of the slaves forward, handing him a three-inch spear. He motioned the young man to pass it on to Samaria. Then the chief hid as before.“Wonlay is our sister, not an animal. She must not be slaughtered in the same manner,” Samaria said without looking behind her.The chief mumbled, fumbling around his words, “I never—”“Another word and there will be two sacrifices this night,” Samaria promised.The chief chose wisely.Samaria stood before Wonlay, extending her arms forward.The slave girl rose, keeping her head lowered. Samaria forced Wonlay to look up.“Sister,” Samaria whispered. With a flicker, Wonlay’s body lifted five inches above the ground. Samaria’s index finger lay against the left side of Wonlay’s chest.Beyond the circle, Chief encouraged the tribe to chant: “Life for life. Death for death.”A deep red light extended from Samaria’s palm, marking Wonlay’s skin. The child’s head hung back. Her chest contracted, pumping erratically. Her heart throbbed loud; louder and louder still. The voices in the distance silenced. A wide circle protruded from her skin at the point of Samaria’s expectant grip.“You are one of us now,” Samaria comforted.Wonlay’s skin peeled away as her heart burst out from her chest and into Samaria’s palm. Darkness overtook the girl’s body as a light rushed out and into Samaria.Blood poured out of the hole, forming a puddle below. More of the same dripped from Samaria’s hand, though she continued to hold up the child’s corpse.“Collect her. Bury her—”“It is customary to wait.” The chief used caution when going against the spirit-filled Samaria.“Wonlay’s soul is at peace. Bury her now before daylight.”The chief started to send the slaves, but Samaria commanded him and the elders to the task. She sent the body over and placed it gently in their hands.“She is family—sister.”Samaria sank to her knees, holding Wonlay’s heart to the sky. She took several deep breaths and forced the girl’s heart into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed fiercely, not gagging as her actions were not her own.By the time the chief had returned with the elders from their impromptu burial some fifteen minutes later, Samaria had taken in the last of the organ. She then collapsed as the chief motioned for the slaves to wipe away the remnants of blood from the princess’s body.The sun crept up behind them. It settled on dead ground. The region now seemed much drier, even colder and deathly wicked.

Blurb:

Get lost in the 10th Century on the African Continent!
Samaria: Warrior Princess is the first book in an explosive short story series.
A Viking with a thirst for blood. A naïve but powerful African princess. A vengeful sibling; spirit possession. What more could you ask for in a paranormal saga? And it’s only the beginning . . .
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Jaxx Summers   is the type of person many wish to be: uninhibited and unafraid of creating her own version of fact and truth, whenever necessary. I guess you can say that Jaxx is in the perfect field then. She loves the written word and its capabilities; forcing readers to let themselves loose in unforgettable worlds she weaves with tapestries of words. Finding this world often too monotonous and uninspiring to settle for every single day, she strives to surround herself with supernatural and paranormal memorabilia through her books.
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My Review of the The Lake House Secret by Debra Burroughs - A masterful blend of mystery and romance

5 A masterful blend of mystery and romanceByAngelon April 6, 2015Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
I was first drawn to this novel by its beautiful and intriguing cover. I read the blurb and the first chapters’ excerpt and just had to buy it. I’m glad that I did.The Lake House Secret is a masterful blend of mystery and romance. It kept my unwavering interest, page after page, as new clues led to new assumptions and suspects.The portraying of the interesting characters was exciting, the unfolding of the mystery thrilling, and the blossoming relationship of Jenessa and Michael heartwarming.This was definitely a 5 stars read!
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Excerpt from the tantalizing and delicious paranormal fantasy Desiring Death by C.P. Mandara

Excerpt:
When his feet hit the soupy, syrupy sludge of the shallows, his toes had no time to wallow in the sand. He had a huntress on his back and she was coming at with considerably more speed than he’d bargained on. He upped his pace. It wouldn’t hurt to tire her out a little bit, he supposed. After all, she was after his blood.He tossed his head over his shoulder and estimated that she was about five metres or so away from him. He figured he’d wind her up a touch and raised his voice so that it carried loud enough to be heard behind him. ‘Out of curiosity, why are you chasing me?’‘Because I’m going to kill you,’ she roared and her hands were still in those interestingly-shaped claws she’d formed earlier. He observed that she had the most incredibly long, bright pink nails and thought they should be one of the first things he got rid of, when he had her safely stowed away. The woman could take an eye out with those things, and while he was a vamp and he did heal, certain injuries were more painful than others.‘With what? Your bare hands? Good luck with that.’ He sent her a playful wink. Many had tried, all had failed. He couldn’t help but grin as she frantically slapped at her thighs. Ah ha, this is my vision, cherie, and I’ve had enough of stakes and knives for the time being. Her face suddenly lost all of its colour as she realised she was unarmed and unable to deal with the large threat that he presented.‘Oh, God.’ Though his huntress was breathing hard, the words were clearly audible and the horror that surrounded them was unmistakeable. It seemed she was a lady who rarely went anywhere without her weapons of destruction. Oops.Although they were running along at quite a pace, she managed to turn abruptly on her heel as the stupidity of what she was trying to do sank in. She then took off at a hasty trot in the opposite direction. This was a much better result all around in his opinion. He much preferred the chase from the vantage point of ‘chaser,’ not least because he got to admire her tremendous buttocks as they wobbled in glorious unison, from left to right. Her dress hid nothing. She’d almost be better taking the thing off because it was hampering her running and she needed all the advantages she could get.He let her sprint for a few minutes. The exercise wouldn’t do her any harm. It was good for the heart, wouldn’t you know? ‘We’re on an island in the middle of nowhere, precious. You can run, but you can’t hide.’ He watched as she put a little more velocity into her long stride and exulted in her pounding pulse. Being an omnipotent predator was a whole lot of fun sometimes. He could pounce upon her whenever he chose, because whilst she might be out of breath, he didn’t require the substance and the speed they were currently travelling at was a slow walk in the park in vampire terms. ‘Would you prefer to add another ten minutes on your workout, sweetness, or should I just jump you now? You did agree to this, remember?’ He projected his words loud and clear, letting her know that he was not in the least bit tired and could keep up with her ad nauseum if necessary, although he was sure it wouldn’t be. Judging by her laboured breaths, his huntress was getting tired and that was exactly how he wanted her. It would make her just a little bit more pliable beneath him, when he tumbled her to the ground in a few seconds time.‘If you call agreeing to have sex with a vampire while you’re at risk of drowning a fair bargain you’re out of your mind,’ she bit back, one word at a time, as she fought for breath.‘Who said anything about fair? That kind of thing doesn’t trouble us nocturnal types, princess, and you should really keep to your word when dealing with the undead. They play nasty when crossed.’Deciding he’d had quite enough of the chase, he pounced, his feet taking to the air in a burst of preternatural speed, and, grabbing his huntress by the shoulders he flipped her over so she faced him, before smacking her down in the powder-white sand below. Fine, silvery grains sprayed everywhere.He used a little more force than absolutely necessary to bang her into the ground. It wouldn’t do her any harm if she was a little breathless and winded. The less aggravation he had to deal with the better, in his opinion. He was on top, she was beneath him, and that was pretty much how things were going to be from this moment forward. Unfortunately, being the gentleman that he was, he didn’t do the job properly. She was still very much living and breathing beneath him and the girl intended to let him know how much she disapproved of his manhandling.She fought him tooth and nail, but mainly nail, because he was careful not to let her teeth get near anything important. Those damn nails of hers had a party, though. They gouged into his chest, raking impressively long lines down his naked torso and that stung a little. After a little bit of a struggle, which he couldn’t deny was most enjoyable, he managed to get a lock around both of her wrists. Squeezing them tightly, he slammed her fragile hands into the earth above her and scraped them along the sand until they were stretched out tight over her head. Her chest heaved with the exertion of trying to wriggle out from underneath him, but you didn’t escape a vampire once they set their sights upon you. She was locked-down, panting for breath and giving him some of the best evils he’d been fortunate enough to witness in his long and illustrious career as a member of the undead.‘Keep squirming like that and I’ll be taking you with a bit more enthusiasm than I’d originally planned. Don’t feel the need to stop on my behalf, though, the feeling is most agreeable and my nether regions are applauding you most wholeheartedly.’ She stopped all movement instantly, as was to be expected, and he gave a silent sigh of relief. There was only so much territory he could control within a vision, and she was making things difficult for him. It was rather ungenerous of her, considering this was her fantasy.‘Get off me.’ Violetta had to battle to get those words past her lips. His body weight on top of hers was crushing the air-space in her lungs.‘Say please.’ His big blue eyes gave her a long, piercing look and they blinked slowly. He felt the rush of heat that shot straight between her legs, even if she hadn’t computed it yet.‘Your weight is killing me,’ she managed to grate, through teeth that were clenched tightly in pain.He gave her a lazy smile and bent down to kiss the top of her nose. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself, princess.’ To drive his point home, he twisted his head to rest against the curve of her throat and scraped his teeth against the soft flesh of her neck.‘You promised!’ The screech was impressive, considering he had yet to remove his weight from her body.‘Then play nicely and I might keep my end of the bargain.’ He nipped at her jugular for good measure to show he meant business.‘You win,’ she squeaked, and her head scrabbled about frantically, trying to dislodge him. He kept his teeth exactly where they were. ‘Please,’ she added with a soft little whimper and a hiccup. Immediately raising his heavy frame from her body and supporting his weight on his knees, he was careful to keep a good hold of her hands. He wanted no further scrapes this evening, if at all possible.‘You’re going to learn to obey me, princess,’ he purred in her ear. ‘You’re going to learn to be silent unless spoken to, you’re going to be trained to follow every command that leaves my lips as soon as it’s issued and you won’t even think of defying me. The consequences of failing will be far too high.’‘You’ll have to kill me first,’ she snapped back at him.‘It is a distinct possibility,’ he agreed and then he let her raise both wrists in the air a little, as he moved into a more comfortable position, before crushing them back down into the grit and covering her mouth with his. He was not gentle. His lips crushed themselves against hers and his tongue immediately caught hers in a whirlwind of motion. He didn’t want that pretty little head of hers to think, she just needed to feel him. Hormones would take care of the rest...

Blurb/Synopsis:

Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.

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About the Author:
Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. Think surfing or sailing. She's a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies. 
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Other Books by C.P. Mandara:
Dancing With Death: Ensnared and Enraptured (Prequel to Desiring Death)The Riding School (1)Learning the Ropes (2)Hot to Trot (3)AWARDS: 'A ROUGH RIDE' has been nominated by the BDSM Writers Convention NY as BDSM Book of the Year 2014.

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Excerpt from the refreshing romance Moment by Moment by Laura Taylor

Excerpt:
MOMENT BY MOMENT Chapter 1
Michael Cassidy made his way along the ribbon of sand that edged the Southern California coastline with a single-minded focus typical of his personality. He ignored the waves that surged against the shore to flirt with the tips of his crutches. He no longer heard the lone gull that screeched overhead. And if he noticed the setting sun - an electric-pink sphere - his angular features failed to reveal even the faintest acknowledgement of its existence.Other than an occasional blink to dislodge the beads of sweat that trickled into his eyes, Michael’s gaze remained fixed. He labored forward without a thought to the curious image he presented to residents of the cottages, condos, and multi-million-dollar compounds that lined this particular stretch of beach.Working past the pain of protesting muscles, he gripped the handles of his crutches and used his uninjured leg like a rudder. He drove himself at a relentless pace until he finally ran out of hard-packed sand. Once he circled the huge boulder at the foot of the Torrey Pines cliffs, he undertook the return two-mile journey to Seagrove Park.Sweat spiked his short-cropped, dark auburn hair, streaked his tanned skin, and saturated the running shorts and faded USC Film School T-shirt he wore. The muscle ticking high in his left cheek and his gritted teeth hinted at the cost of his exertion, but he refused to admit to himself that six weeks spent babying a badly torn Achilles tendon had done little more than remind him that his forty-year-old body – even if it was the well-maintained body of a former triathlete – needed time to mend.He’d spent the previous week testing his endurance with shorter trips up and down the beach. This jaunt represented his toughest workout so far. He found himself functioning on raw nerves by the time he spotted the beachfront park. Once there, he halted, struggling momentarily to maintain his balance. He gulped oxygen, sucking it into his burning lungs as fast as he could manage the task.Michael savored each and every stroke of the cool breeze that washed over his skin. The setting sun finally captured and held his attention. It also brought to mind a documentary film he’d directed at a West African orphanage in the early years of his career. The sunsets he’d witnessed during that particular shoot had been nothing short of miraculous. Not until now, he realized, had anything so dramatic rivaled Mother Nature at her most splendid.He frowned suddenly, his appreciation of the breathtaking view displaced in the space of a single heartbeat by the sight of a raven-haired woman. Clad in an unadorned white tank-style bathing suit, she emerged slowly from the advancing tide. He froze, immobilized by what he saw.Was she the product of some endorphin-induced fantasy caused by too much exercise?He blinked, and then he refocused.She didn’t disappear. Instead, she moved steadily toward him, slicking her shoulder-length hair back from her face, then smoothing the moisture from her eyes and cheeks with the tips of her fingers.He watched her fight to maintain her footing when an incoming wave crashed into her. She smiled suddenly, her expression a mixture of pleasure and triumph when she succeeded in remaining upright.Michael felt the air leave his lungs. The muscles that mapped his torso and long limbs quivered. Heat flooded his bloodstream, transforming it into rivers of flame. He realized then that she was the most magnificently seductive sight he’d seen in too many years to count.Like most strong men, Michael exerted an extraordinary amount of control over himself - both personally and professionally. He exercised that control now, employing it with a level of ruthlessness not at all foreign to his nature. He didn’t want to frighten this woman, nor did he want to lose her now that he’d found her.Rocked by his final thought, Michael Cassidy stopped thinking altogether and simply indulged his senses.

Blurb:
ROMANTIC TIMES Book Reviews says of MOMENT BY MOMENT ... "Laura Taylor explores the risks of love with sensitive precision. A chance meeting on a California beach between a soul-weary documentary filmmaker and a beautiful former cop leads first to friendship and then to something much deeper. But can these two people overcome bitter lessons of the past to build a lasting relationship? Ms. Taylor’s superb characterization and haunting ambiance will leave a lasting impression on your heart.”
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LAURA TAYLOR is a multiple award-winning romance writer with over a million books in print. More than a half million digital editions of her books have already been downloaded by eBook readers. She is the recipient of numerous awards for her writing, including 6 Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement, Reviewer's Choice, and Career Achievement Awards, 2 MAGGIE AWARDS from GRW/RWA, 2 Golden Heart Finalist Awards (RWA), a RWA RITA Finalist Award, and a Golden Rose Award from the Gold Coast Chapter of RWA.eBooks currently available: DESERT ROSE (Warrior Series Bk. 1), MIDNIGHT STORM (Warrior Series Bk. 2), HEARTBREAKER (Warrior Series Bk. 3), MORE THAN FRIENDS (Warrior Series Bk. 4), FALLEN ANGEL, WILDER'S WOMAN, WARRIOR SERIES Boxed Set (Military Romances - 4 Complete Novels), MOMENT BY MOMENT, THE CHRISTMAS GIFT, ANTICIPATION, SEDUCTION (Book #1 - Love at the Beach), SURRENDER (Book #2 - Love at the Beach), SUBLIME (Book #3 - Love at the Beach), and LOVE AT THE BEACH Boxed Set (Volume One - 3 Complete Novels). Laura TaylorAmazon Bestselling Romance WriterBlog:        ​ ​ http://laurataylorromancewriter.blogspot.com/Twitter:    ​ ​ http://www.twitter.com/AuthorLTaylor
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My Review of the brilliant, dynamic, and touching psychological / medical thriller The Healer by Christoph Fischer

5 A brilliant, dynamic, and touching psychological / medical thriller
ByAngelon March 30, 2015
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I read an excerpt of this book and wow... I just had to buy it. I devoured page after page, feeling absorbed by the power of the characters’ emotions and magnificent descriptions of their thoughts and state of mind. It's a great achievement to be able to so accurately portrait those thoughts and feelings. And I say accurately because, unfortunately, I’ve lived through those same thoughts and state of mind, having lost a loved one to this dreadful disease. I could relate to Erica’s anger, fear, agony, and desperate attempt to hold on to our most precious “procession”: our health.

This novel was powerful, to say the least, not to mention the brilliant twist in the end!
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