Thursday, October 23, 2025

Never Lost Release Blitz #rabtbooktours

 

 


General Fiction

Date Published: October 23rd, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing



Zane Carter and his sons, eleven-year-old Ty and thirteen-year-old Joseph, venture one hundred miles into the Idaho wilderness with only a knife and the knowledge of their Nez Perce ancestors. Danger awaits at every deadfall and lurks in every snowy shadow as the boys hunt, fish, make weapons, and build shelter, learning to survive, taking only what they need from the land, and leaving no trace.

During their eighteen-day journey, Zane’s determination to fulfill a promise to his grandfather, an Indigenous warrior who exemplified the tenets of a wise and spiritual existence, is thwarted by a fatal encounter that transports Zane into an ancient realm as he straddles the thin line between life and death.

He wonders what has become of his boys. Have they learned enough patience, resourcefulness, and courage to complete this rite of passage? Will they make it out of the wildlands alive? Or will the unforgiving forces of the natural world take them too far from home to ever return?

 

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After high school, Aaron Anderson set out to see the world, embarking on adventures through North America, Europe, and North Africa. He enjoyed traveling as a bicyclist, motorcyclist, train passenger, and even as a hitchhiker, reveling in the excitement of the unknown.

At the age of twenty-two, Aaron returned to the US and worked on oil rigs in Wyoming. He later became a carpenter and eventually a real estate appraiser. However, his true passions have always been writing, developing powerful friendships, and exploring new country.

During the 1980s he and his two sons hunted, hiked, and camped throughout the western states. Here, his love for the natural world and respect for Indigenous people prompted him to write his second novel, Never Lost.

 

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Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Bunny's Special Treat Preorder Blitz #rabtbooktours

 


BDSM Erotica, Contemporary, Polyamorous

Date Published: October 31, 2025


This post contains material suitable only for readers 18+. 



Warning: This is a Razor’s Edge Daddy Dom BDSM Erotica short story. Expect limited plot and character development, and lots of heat. If you’re looking for a lengthy plot driven erotic romance, this is not it!

 

His Bunny. His rules. One night of denial becomes a lifetime of surrender.


I never dreamed being Max’s Bunny would feel like this. Owned, protected, and utterly consumed by his desire shouldn’t be the enticement, but pleasing Max, submitting to him, fulfills something inside me I didn’t know I was missing. Every touch, every command, every whispered promise reminds me I belong to him. But belonging comes with its own exquisite torment.

Daddy Jacob’s masquerade promises a night of temptation and denial, where every glance burns hotter and every stolen touch leaves me trembling on the edge. I ache for release, but Max’s rules are absolute: I come only when he allows it. And tonight, he intends to push me further than I’ve ever gone before.

Surrounded by power, lust, and dangerous devotion, I have only one truth to hold on to. I’m Max’s Bunny. Always.

 


EXCERPT

 

I traced my finger along the edge of the invitation, the gold filigree catching the late afternoon sunlight that streamed through my bedroom window. Not just any invitation. This was for Daddy Jacob’s Halloween masquerade, an exclusive gathering where only his closest circle received the embossed card resting in my trembling hands. I never would have imagined my life leading me here. A year ago, I couldn’t have imagined being Max’s bunny, his precious pet, his possession. Now, I wasn’t sure I could imagine not being Max’s bunny.

Which brought me back to the invitation. I knew I was expected to be there, but I had assumed I would go as Max’s pet. Seeing my name on my own invitation made me feel a kind of acceptance I hadn’t realized I needed. My life here wasn’t only about Max. I thought I needed Daddy Jacob and Kitten, too. Everyone in this house. We were a family. Unconventional, but all the better because we had to really listen to each other and communicate to have the level of trust we had with each other.

“Are you ready for me to dress you, Bunny?”

Max’s deep voice startled me from my reverie. He leaned against the doorframe, his imposing figure filling the space with quiet authority. He wore dark leather pants slung low on his hips and a crisp white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms roped with muscle. His blue-gray eyes caught mine in the mirror, and his lips curved into that half smile that always made my stomach flip.

“Yes,” I answered, setting the invitation down on my vanity. “Slightly nervous.”

“You’ll be perfect.” He crossed the room to stand behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders. “Let’s get you dressed.”

The costume lay spread across my bed. Max had chosen fuzzy black bunny ears with sparkling gems on the inside. My hair spiraled in waves down my back. I had taken care with my make up, using a light foundation then contouring my face in tones of dark gray to give me an otherworldly appearance.

Dark eye shadow in charcoal smeared over my eyelids and fanned out past the corners, filling in the skin around my eyes to match the jeweled, sequined, black and gold mask. I’d lined my eyes in a gold liner. Max had also laid out a slinky, shimmering black dress trimmed in gold that would swish around me loosely, held on my shoulders by barely there gemmed straps meant to look like diamonds on a thin gold chain. Hell, for all I knew, they might well be diamonds.

“Arms up,” he instructed, and I obeyed without hesitation.

The cool fabric slid over my skin as he smoothed the garment over my curves. He brushed my ribs, my back, the sides of my breasts as he worked the delicate material into place. Each touch, though seemingly casual, sent sparks shooting through me. I knew Max well enough by now to recognize when his movements were deliberately slow, calculated to build anticipation.

“This looks perfect on you,” he murmured, adjusting the straps over my shoulders. His fingers lingered on my collarbone, tracing my skin and making my breath catch. “Turn around, little Bunny.”

I pivoted slowly, allowing him to see how the dress fluttered around my curves in a gentle wave that landed above mid thigh, barely long enough to cover my ass. His eyes darkened as his gaze traveled down my form, then back up to meet mine. “You’ve always been beautiful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “but tonight you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen.”

I heated with pleasure and I smiled up at Max like he was my hero. And I suppose he was. He and Daddy Jacob.

“You’re trembling,” he observed.

“The invitation is… a lot,” I admitted. “Everything.” The truth was more complicated. His touch, his proximity, the anticipation of what would come later, all combined to leave me dizzy with anticipation. And so fucking horny I thought I might die if I didn’t get relief! I smiled up at him. “But I’m good. Better than even.”

 


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Romcom

Date Published: October 20, 2025



Seven years ago a couple fell headfirst into love and ran off to exchange vows in a fit of passion, only to have their dreams implode before the sun set on their wedding day. Now, as fate would have it, they find themselves trapped together for a friend’s destination holiday wedding with Allie determined to never see him again while Levi plans to win back the one he let slip away.

Because of a storm they find themselves alone at the vacation house with the unresolved tension shining through like a diamond. As the snow falls outside, they strike a deal—an unorthodox “closure plan” to finally put their past to rest. Bound by the twenty-four-hour understanding that they will spend one day together and then say goodbye forever.

With the glow of holiday lights surrounding them, Levi’s made it his mission to win back the one he let slip away.


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 Mary Lee Painter is the romcom author of The Other Fork in the Road (2024), Wild in Minnesota (2025), and her latest release, Holiday on the Rocks, has an October 20, 2025 publish date by Satin Romance. She has her first young adult romcom entitled Worst Idea Ever which will be published in March 2026 by Fire and Ice, and an adult romcom entitled Ding Dong, I'm Home to be released in July 2026 by Satin Romance. Mary Lee resides in Omaha, Nebraska.

 

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Tuesday, October 21, 2025

Doc Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours

 


(Dixie Reapers MC)

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: October 24, 2025



When a fierce heroine collides with a hardened outlaw, secrets ignite and sparks fly.

 

Nova -- I was never a part of my uncle Bats’ outlaw MC world. He kept me far from the Dixie Reapers, convinced distance meant safety. But when my parents died in a crash I know wasn’t an accident, I walk straight into the world I’ve been shielded from, where every secret carries blood, betrayal, and danger. Each step puts a bigger target on my back, but I can’t stop. Not when the conspiracy reached higher than I ever imagined. And then there’s Doc. He’s a risk I can’t afford, no matter how much I want him.

Doc -- I patched into the Dixie Reapers for a fresh start, not to guard the 19 year old niece of a fallen brother. As a veteran and the club’s medic, I know how to fight, save lives, and bury temptation. But Nova’s stubborn, reckless, and too tempting to resist. I fell fast, and hard. Once I’ve set eyes on her, I’m not letting go. Protecting her tests me more than any battlefield ever has, but losing her isn’t an option.

Enemies circle like vultures -- dirty cops, corrupt judges, men willing to kill to silence us. Together we uncover a deadly web of human trafficking and murder. But in the outlaw world, justice comes at a cost. Nova is mine, and I’ll burn the world down before I let anyone take her.

 

If you like possessive alpha males, gritty MC romance, heart-pounding suspense, and age gap romances, you’re going to love Doc and Nova’s story!

 

WARNING: This book contains mature themes, government corruption, human trafficking, violence, and adult content. Reader discretion advised.

 


 

EXCERPT

 

Nova

 

My little Honda looked pathetic among the gleaming motorcycles, like a child who’d accidentally wandered into an adult party. I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as I scanned the Dixie Reapers clubhouse. Uncle Bats had always warned me to stay away from this place, from his world. But Uncle Bats was dead, and I needed answers that only his brothers might have.

The folder and notebook on my passenger seat contained everything I had left of my mother -- her research notes, newspaper clippings, and a lifetime of suspicions that had probably gotten her killed. I picked them up, clutching them to my chest like armor.

“You can do this, Nova,” I whispered to myself. “For Mom and Dad.”

I took three deep breaths, counting each one the way my therapist had taught me after the accident. Except it wasn’t an accident. I knew it wasn’t, no matter what the police report said.

Outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot. Men in leather cuts moved between motorcycles, their laughter and conversations a low rumble that stopped abruptly when they noticed my car. I felt their gazes on me, assessing, suspicious.

Uncle Bats had kept me secret from them, and while I knew of the Dixie Reapers, I’d never been allowed to meet them. Now I was about to shatter that barrier. The thought sent a tremor through my hands, but I shoved the fear down deep where it couldn’t reach my face.

I stepped out of the car, my sensible flats crunching on the gravel. Five feet tall in my best shoes, I’d never felt smaller than I did walking toward that building. The folder and notebook clutched to my chest were my only shield against their stares.

“Hey, darlin’, you lost?” called one man, his tone somewhere between amused and suspicious. Tattoos covered his arms and disappeared beneath the leather vest emblazoned with the Dixie Reapers patch.

I kept walking, eyes forward, spine straight the way my mother had taught me. “Look them in the eye, Nova,” she’d say. “Don’t let them think you’re afraid, even when you are.”

The surrounding conversations died one by one, replaced by silence and the weight of two dozen stares. I could feel them taking in my brown hair, my hazel eyes, my five-foot-nothing frame that had never intimidated anyone. I probably looked like a strong wind could blow me over, but they didn’t know about the steel underneath. They didn’t know I was Mary-Jane’s daughter.

The clubhouse door loomed ahead, guarded by a mountain of a man with a graying beard and hands the size of dinner plates. His cut identified him as a full member, not just a hang-around. He stepped directly into my path, forcing me to stop or walk straight into his chest.

“Clubhouse is members only, sweetheart,” he said, voice like gravel. “Whatever you’re selling, we ain’t buying.”

Tiling my chin up, I met his gaze. “I’m not selling anything. I need to speak with whoever’s in charge.”

He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “That so? And what business would a little thing like you have with the Dixie Reapers?”

The men behind me had moved closer, forming a loose semicircle. I could feel them at my back, curiosity and suspicion rolling off them in waves.

“My name is Nova Treemont. I’m Bats’ niece.”

The effect was immediate. The doorman’s expression shifted from dismissive to shocked in an instant. A murmur rippled through the men behind me.

“Bullshit,” someone whispered.

“Bats never had family,” said another.

“He had a sister,” another voice said.

The doorman’s eyes narrowed, searching my face. “Bats never mentioned no niece.”

“He wouldn’t have.” I met his gaze. “He kept me out of… all this. For protection.” I gestured at the clubhouse with my free hand. “But he’s gone now, and I need help. The kind only the Dixie Reapers can provide.”

The doorman studied me for what felt like an eternity, his gaze moving from my face to the items I clutched and back again. I could almost see the gears turning behind his eyes, weighing the possibility I was telling the truth against the risk of letting a stranger into their sanctuary.

“Wait here.” He turned to enter the clubhouse.

I stood rooted to the spot, aware of the bikers still watching me. I could feel the curiosity and hostility aimed my way. I kept my breathing even, pretending I couldn’t feel their stares boring into my back.

The doorman returned a minute later, holding the door open. “Come on,” he said gruffly.

I stepped past him into a world my uncle had spent his life shielding me from. The air was thick with cigarette smoke that clung to the furniture and walls. The smell of beer and whiskey undercut everything, along with something else -- something distinctly male and dangerous.

Pool balls clacked on a table where a game paused mid-shot as players turned to stare. Behind a long bar, bottles gleamed under dim lights. Motorcycle memorabilia covered the walls -- license plates, photos.

It should have felt alien, this place my blood relation had called home. Instead, deep inside me, something whispered recognition. As if some part of me had been waiting to find this place my whole life.

The doorman nudged me forward with a hand that could have wrapped around my entire upper arm. “This way.” He guided me deeper into the clubhouse. “They’re waiting.”

I followed, clutching my mother’s research to my chest, aware that I was crossing a threshold I could never uncross. Behind me, I heard someone say softly, “Mary-Jane’s kid? Jesus Christ.”

They’d known my mother then. At least some of them had known, and they’d stayed away all these years. Just as Bats had intended.

The thought steadied me as I walked toward whatever waited ahead. I wasn’t just Nova Treemont anymore. I was Mary-Jane’s daughter, Bats’ niece. And I had questions that needed answering, no matter how dangerous the answers might be.

The back room was darker than the main area. Five men sat around a table, their faces half in shadow, their cuts marking them as the officers of the Dixie Reapers. I stood before them, a girl in jeans and a cardigan, feeling like I was facing a firing squad. But I’d come too far to falter now.

The doorman who’d escorted me in gave a brief nod to the man at the head of the table before stepping back, positioning himself in front of the closed door. Message received: I wasn’t leaving until they decided I could.

“So,” said the man at the head of the table. His neatly trimmed gray beard and dark eyes seemed sharp beneath heavy brows. The patches on his cut read, “President -- Savior.” “You claim to be Bats’ niece.”

It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway. “I am Bats’ niece. My mother was Mary-Jane Treemont, his younger sister.”

A muscle in the President’s jaw twitched. “Bats was a brother to us for a long ass time. Never once mentioned a niece.”

“He was protecting me. Keeping his family separate from… this life.”

One of the other men -- younger, with a Vice President patch -- snorted. “Convenient story, sweetheart. Got any proof?”

I unzipped my bag and pulled out a small photo album, sliding it across the table. “Page three. That’s my mother and uncle at her college graduation.”

I watched as the President flipped to the page, his expression unchanging as he studied the photo of a much younger Bats with his arm around my mother.

“Could be anyone.” The VP’s tone lacked conviction.

“Check the next page,” I said. “That’s from my parents’ wedding. My mother, my father, and uncle.”

The President studied the photo longer this time before passing the album to the man next to him. It made its way around the table, each man taking a moment to examine the proof of a side of Bats they’d never known.

“So you’re his niece.” The President slid the album back across the table. “What do you want from us?”

I took a deep breath and placed my folder on the table. “My parents died several weeks ago in what was ruled a car accident. Their car went off the road. Police said my father lost control.”

“And you don’t believe that.” The VP watched me with narrowed eyes.

“No,” I said firmly. “I don’t. My mother was an investigative journalist. She was working on a story.” I opened the folder, spreading out newspaper clippings and photocopied notes across the scarred wood. “She was investigating connections between Magnolia County officials and organized crime. Money laundering, illegal gambling, possibly human trafficking.”

The men exchanged glances, their expressions giving nothing away. I’d honestly expected some sort of reaction, especially since this was happening in their territory. My uncle had always been clear that while he may be an outlaw, some things weren’t tolerated.

“Three days before she died, she called me,” I continued. “She said she’d found something big. Something that would blow the whole thing wide open. She wouldn’t tell me details over the phone, said she’d show me everything when they came to visit that weekend.” My voice cracked slightly. “They never made it.”

I pulled out a copy of the police report, pointing to highlighted sections. “The accident report says the car was traveling at high speed, that my father lost control. But my father never drove fast. He was cautious, meticulous. And the witness statements are vague. No one actually saw the car go off the road.”

“Accidents happen.” An older member with a gray ponytail watched me intently. “Doesn’t mean someone killed your parents.”

I met his gaze directly. “After the funeral, our house was broken into. Nothing valuable was taken, but my mother’s home office was ransacked. Her computer was gone. All her files.”

That got their attention. The men straightened, exchanging glances that spoke volumes.

“I managed to salvage these.” I gestured to the documents on the table. “She kept backups in a safety deposit box. But it’s not everything. There are references to evidence she had that I can’t find.”

The President leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “And what exactly do you expect us to do about this, Ms. Treemont?”

“I’ve tried the legal route,” I said. “I’ve been to the police, the FBI, even a private investigator. No one will touch it. The case is closed.” I swallowed hard. “My uncle –Bats -- once told my mother that if she ever needed help, real help, she should come to his brothers. That you take care of your own.”

“Bats said that?” The VP’s eyebrows raised.

“He did,” I confirmed. “And with him gone, you’re all I have left.”

The President’s eyes were unreadable as he studied my face. “You understand what you’re asking? If what you’re saying is true, you’re talking about going up against powerful people. The kind that can make a car accident happen.”

“I know.” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “But they killed my parents. They’ve been watching me too. Cars following me home. Strange calls. Last week someone broke into my apartment.” I pulled up my sleeve, revealing a jagged raw wound on my forearm. “I surprised him. He had a knife.”

That drew a low curse from one of the men who hadn’t spoken yet.

“Before she died, my mother dug into something dangerous -- something big enough to get her killed. These bastards still tried to bury it, but I swore I’d drag the truth into the light and make them pay.” My gaze cut across the table, meeting each man’s eyes in turn. “Justice for my parents is the only thing that matters.”

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the distant sounds of the main room beyond the door.

Finally, the President gathered up my mother’s papers, tapping them into a neat stack. “Wait outside.”

The doorman stepped forward, opening the door for me. I hesitated, reluctant to leave my mother’s research behind.

“We’ll return these,” the President said, seeing my hesitation. “Go on now.”

I had no choice but to comply. The doorman escorted me back to the main room, indicating a worn leather couch against the wall. “Sit tight.”

I perched on the edge of the couch, feeling the weight of curious stares from the men scattered around the room. No one approached me, but I could hear the whispers.

“… Bats’ niece…”

“… Mary-Jane’s kid…”

“… looks just like her mother…”

That last comment made me look up sharply, trying to identify who had spoken. An older member nodded at me from the bar, raising his beer bottle slightly. “Knew your mama when she was younger than you. Bats always said she was the smart one in the family. Said she could sniff out a lie from a mile away.”

A lump formed in my throat. I’d never heard anyone talk about my mother like that, like they’d known her personally. “Did you know her well?”

The man shrugged. “Well enough. Your uncle always spoke highly of her investigative skills. Said she could’ve been FBI if she hadn’t been so damn stubborn about working outside the system.”

That sounded like my mother. And it sounded like something Uncle Bats would say.

I sat straighter, hope kindling in my chest for the first time since I’d arrived. Maybe they would help me after all. Maybe I’d finally get the answers I’d been seeking for several weeks.

I just had to convince them I was worth the risk.

I traced the edge of my mother’s notebook with my fingertip, counting the seconds that stretched into minutes. The leather couch beneath me had seen better days, cracked and worn by years of men larger than me shifting their weight. Around the room, bikers pretended not to watch me while doing exactly that. I wondered if Uncle Bats had sat here, on this very couch, planning runs or celebrating victories I’d never know about.

My gaze drifted to a wall of photos near the bar -- men in Dixie Reapers cuts, arms slung around each other’s shoulders, grins splitting their bearded faces. I rose slowly, drawn to search for my uncle’s face among them. A few members tensed as I moved, but none stopped me.

There he was. Younger, with fewer lines around his eyes, his arm thrown around another member, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him during his rare visits to our home. He’d always been on edge around us, as if expecting trouble to follow him through our door.

Now I understood why.

“He was a good man,” said a voice behind me.

I turned to find the older member who’d spoken to me earlier, the one who’d known my mother.

“One of our best,” he continued. “Loyal to the bone.”

“But not loyal enough to tell you about his family,” I said softly.

The old biker’s mouth quirked in a half-smile. “That was his loyalty to you, girl. Keeping you separate. Safe.” He nodded toward the back room. “Not many of us manage that trick.”

Before I could respond, the door to the back room opened. The President emerged, followed by the others. The room fell silent as they approached.

“Ms. Treemont,” the President said, his voice carrying across the now-quiet clubhouse. “We’ve discussed your situation.”

I returned to the couch, perching on its edge, hands folded in my lap to hide their trembling. “And?”

“Bats was our brother.” The President spoke in a measured voice, choosing each word with care. “That carries weight. But what you’re asking involves the club in what appears to be a personal vendetta against powerful people, based on circumstantial evidence.”

My heart sank. “It’s not just --”

He held up a hand, cutting me off. “I didn’t say we wouldn’t help. I said you’re asking a lot.”

Hope flickered back to life in my chest.

“We’ll hear you out,” he continued. “Review what you’ve brought us. But I can’t promise involvement beyond that. Understand?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” His expression remained stern. “This isn’t a democracy. I make decisions based on what’s best for the club, not for outsiders -- even ones with Bats’ blood.”


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Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book. She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies. Visit Wylde's website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and don't forget to sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive discounts and other exciting perks.

 

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Mystery
Date Published: 11-15-2025

Odyssey Pruit paints pictures of the ghosts and spirits she saw in the halls of an old hotel where she worked ten years before. GUY HOGAN doesn’t believe in ghosts. Hogan is hired to guard Odyssey’s pictures for her first art show in the same old hotel. When an early blizzard closes the roads, knocks out the power and telephone, Hogan is trapped in the hotel with Odyssey’s quirky fans. When imps and ghouls make their presence known, Hogan questions his doubts, and the answer could be murder.


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Opening Scene

By noon, the autumn sky had turned from blue to the color of road asphalt.  Treetops bent in the winds funneling into the canyon from the high peaks.  Stray snowflakes splattered the windshield, turned into tiny droplets, and in an instant were gone.  
My best friend and new boss, Dalton Cummings, pulled his pick-up into a parking spot at the back of the big, white hotel and killed the engine.  “The truck with the paintings is supposed to be here in about an hour.”  He pulled up the sleeve of his flannel shirt and checked his Timex for the tenth time.  “We’ll leave our gear in the pickup.  I’ll let the hotel manager know we’re here.  You see if you can find,”--He snatched a clipboard from the dashboard and flipped through the pages–-“damn it, I can never remember her...”         
“Porsche Hurt,” I told him.  “Porsche.  Like the car.  Hurt, like ouch.” 
“That’s one of those damn made-up New York City names if I’ve ever heard one.  Her folks never gave it to her.”
“You’ve said that before.”  Then it hit me.  I held back the smile.  “I know what’s going on.  Ex-game warden Dalton Cummings is nervous about his first paying job since retirement.  What could it be?”  I enjoyed the edge I had over my friend.
Cummings turned toward the window.  His breath painted a gray haze on the glass.
 “Let me guess.”  I wanted to see his face, but he wouldn’t turn back.  “The man who fought forest fires, rescued lost campers, and saved fish and wildlife for generations to come is afraid of a New York woman.”
“That ain’t it.”
“Then what?” 
He shook his head, and the brim of his Stetson left a mark on the fogged window.  “I don’t like hotels,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“Hotels.”  He clamped both hands on the steering wheel.  “I’d rather be in my own bed.”  He stared straight ahead.  “I do fine in a sleepin’ bag in the backcountry.  But there’s somethin’ about a little old mint on a fluffy pillow and turned-down sheets that makes me all crawly.”  He shook like he was cold.  “It’s all too fancy.”
“Don’t worry.” I bit back a laugh. “It’s just two nights.  You probably won’t get any sleep anyway.” I couldn’t resist adding one more thing.  “The ghosts will keep you awake.”
Cummings jerked up on the door handle and glanced sideways at me.  He raised his middle finger.  “Screw you, Hogan.” 


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Kevin Wolf is an award-winning Mystery and Western author. His books include Trailridge (2024), The Homeplace, winner of the 2015 Tony Hillerman Prize and the 2016 Strand Critics Award finalist for Best Debut Mystery. His short story Belthanger received the 2021 Spur Award for Best Short Fiction and his novel, The Bootheel was a 2024 Peacemaker Award finalist.


The legends and landscape of the West are evident in everything he writes. His newest novel, Trailridge, is set against the grandeur of Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Park and the 1982 Lawn Lake Flood. Those who visit Rocky often or have chosen the national park for their once-in-a-lifetime destination will recognize the mountains, valleys, rivers, and the twists and turns of Trailridge as this story races to its climax.In The Homeplace, a schoolboy hero returns after sixteen years to solve a murder in a windswept, dying town on the eastern plains of Colorado. In his short story Belthanger, readers are given a glimpse of a 1950s small town, soon to be bypassed by the new Interstate Highway System, and the drama that unfolds on the town’s darkened streets one night. The BootHeel is a coming-of-age tale of a teenage orphan and an aging gunman as they follow a treasure map into Mexico as the nineteenth century draws to its end.


Kevin Wolf is a member of Western Writers of America, Mystery Writers of America, and serves as Vice President of Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. He facilitates a weekly critique group for other writers. The great-grandson of Colorado homesteaders, he enjoys fly fishing, old Winchesters, and almost every 1950’s Western movie. He lives in Estes Park, CO with his loving and patient wife.

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Nordic Monster Romance Series, Book One


Fantasy Romance

Date Published: October 21, 2025



The Scandinavian legend of the undead draugr, Nordic guardian warriors of treasure and the burial mounds of ancient tombs. Tropes fated mates, chosen one and sacrifice.

As autumn descends upon the quaint Scandinavian town of Norskeby, Minnesota, the annual Harvest Festival is on the brink of celebration. Amidst the vibrant pumpkins and ghostly decorations, the townsfolk remain blissfully unaware of the ancient Norse burial ground that lies beneath their feet, a resting place of dark secrets and vengeful spirits.

Elin Bjorn, the town's spirited yet introverted librarian, has always felt an inexplicable pull towards the rich myths of her Scandinavian ancestors. But as Halloween approaches, her fascination with the tales of Draugr, the vengeful undead warriors guarding their treasures takes a dark twist.

Join Elin and Ragnor in this spellbinding tale of love, sacrifice, and the eternal battle between light and darkness, where the true harvest lies in the heart's strength and the unbreakable bonds of the soul.


About the Author

 


 In a whimsical corner of the universe that journey's through the enchanting realms of Wonderland, Jaylee Austin weaves tales that dance between the ethereal and the imaginative.

Her desk, a canvas of creativity, is often interrupted by the playful pounces of her two adorable companions, but none more so than Tilly, her clever alpha pug.

With a spirited background as a retired high school English and Theater teacher, Jaylee brought wit and warmth to the classroom, she invites readers to leap into alternate realities where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and every page is a step further down the rabbit hole.

 

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Monday, October 20, 2025

Canapes at the Beach House Hotel Release Blitz #rabtbooktours



Women's Fiction with Romantic Elements

Date Published: October 20, 2025



A surprising turn of events awaits Ann and Rhonda...

When Vice-President Amelia Swanson asks them to oversee a stay at the hotel by the Italian Ambassador to the United Nations in New York City and his family, Ann and Rhonda hope this won’t mean another problem for The Beach House Hotel. Enrico Ferrara, his wife, Catarina, and his daughter, Philippa, arrive at the hotel at the same time a young chef, Chet Waring, and a friend, Harper Lewis, seek employment at the hotel after being unfairly booted from the Miami restaurant scene by a notorious, difficult chef. The same chef, Jonny Arno, is opening an Italian restaurant close to The Beach House Hotel to compete directly with them. All of these people, and a few more, come together to create a recipe for danger, love, and loyalty.

 

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 Judith Keim, A USA Today Best-Selling Author, is a hybrid author who both has a publisher and self-publishes. Ms. Keim writes heart-warming novels about women who face unexpected challenges, meet them with strength, and find love and happiness along the way, stories with heart. Her best-selling books are based, in part, on many of the places she's lived or visited and on the interesting people she's met, creating believable characters and realistic settings her many loyal readers love.

She enjoyed her childhood and young-adult years in Elmira, New York, and now makes her home in Boise, Idaho, with her husband and their adorable dachshunds, Wally and Kacy, and other members of her family.

While growing up, she loved the idea of writing stories from a young age. Books were always present, being read, ready to go back to the library, or about to be discovered. All in her family shared information from the books in general conversation, giving them a wealth of knowledge and vivid imaginations.

Ms. Keim loves to hear from her readers and appreciates their enthusiasm for her stories, including the eight children's book she has written under J.S. Keim


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Lovers, Players, Seducers Book IV Book Blitz #rabtbooktours

 


When Lavender Meets Flint! It’s Magic!


Lovers, Players & Seducers - Book 4


Romance Suspense

Date Published: 06-05-2025




Flint Ambrose Deville and Lavender Ann Lundy discover a love that’s as electrifying as it is unexpected, yet danger brews in the shadows of their Silicon Valley Lives.

Nicholas La Cour, haunted by his family’s turbulent legacy, is thrust back into a battle he thought he’d left behind when his old nemesis, Dante Channing, resurfaces. Alongside the enigmatic group known as the Whispers, Dante brings with him a threat that could shatter the fragile balance the La Cour and Deville family has fought so hard to restore.

As Lavender and Flint navigate the challenges of their budding romance, they’re drawn into a web of intrigue that tests their courage, loyalty, and trust in one another. With the Orchid Lover’s power dormant but far from gone, and the Veil stirring once again, the stakes are higher than ever.

What if the love they’ve found isn’t enough to protect them from the secrets of the past? What if the balance they’ve restored comes at a price none of them are prepared to pay?

Will passion and loyalty triumph, or will the La Cour and Deville family be consumed by forces they can no longer control? And can Nicholas La Cour protect his family from the nemesis of his past?

In Lovers, Players, Seducers Book IV: When Lavender Meets Flint! It’s Magic! ~ love collides with destiny, and every decision could be their last.



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J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym of Jerreece Jackson, an author known for crafting sultry, suspenseful, and entertaining romantic novels with a captivating twist. Her stories weave passion, intrigue, and a touch of the unexpected, drawing readers into worlds where love and suspense collide.

Born in Arkansas and raised on Chicago’s Southside, Jerreece grew up in a family of rich storytellers who fueled her lifelong love for writing. Today, she resides in the enchanting foothills of Northern California, where she continues to write from her cozy home surrounded by roses, tea, and inspiration.

Before dedicating herself fully to fiction, she spent more than a decade working in the non-profit sector as a grant writer and newsletter editor, where she honed her skills in storytelling and communication.

Beyond her novels, Jerreece is the creative force behind A Geek An Angel Jackson Publishing, a venture dedicated to inspiring creativity, promoting mental wellness, supporting home-school education, and celebrating individuality. Through her publishing brand, she has produced a diverse collection of coloring books, journals, notebooks, and unique gifts that reflect her mission to uplift and inspire.

A lover of magical tales, suspenseful ghost stories, chocolate, and the timeless works of Jane Austen, J.A. Jackson continues to enchant readers with her unforgettable blend of romance and intrigue.


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Motive Teaser #rabtbooktours




Meet the Invisible Guest in your wealth-biased relationships


Non-Fiction

Publication Date: October 10, 2025

Publisher: Serapis Bey Publishing



Successful families and business owners tolerate far too much angst and pain surrounding their material assets and cherished relationships. What if hope for a better way was closer than you knew to be possible?

Packed with uncommon insights, boots on the ground exercises, and real client stories, you will emerge from the experience with a profound exhale of relief, and practical steps to make the journey from friction to ease.

 

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In the pages that follow, I have endeavored to create more of an experience than a traditional book. Some people will power through attempting a quick read, and others will find the popcorn of a new idea in the pauses we have carefully infused throughout. 

One of my favorite mottos is, “Hope is a great conversation.” Through a combination of compassionate sarcasm, tender truths, and dense prose, my hope is that families read for what they haven’t heard and not what they already know. At times you’ll find yourself rereading a sentence or a paragraph. When you do, please know that I have attempted to embed deeper nuance into those nuggets of compassion and contemplation. 

Each chapter offers deep thinking exercises, audio overviews of our counseling concepts, and real client stories. In our decades of counseling and teaching families and advisors, we know that personal interaction with the material has a dramatic effect on the depth of influence, and the speed and durability of progress. Beyond reading or hearing a presentation, this deeper engagement helps families chip away at change. If you are holding an actual 3D book, versus an e-book, you’ll find blank journal pages at the back on which to capture your thinking from the exercises. If you don’t have a hard copy, you’ll want to allocate a notebook or journal to do the work.

 

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 Joe Strazzeri is an attorney and counselor to successful families and business owners. With a lifelong desire to become a lawyer, he leveraged his second career as a general contractor, hammering nails to pay for law school. He has been self-made since his 20s.

He is a founding partner in four companies that serve multi-generational affluent families and self-made business owners, and he teaches the trusted advisors to both. Their life’s work centers on Three Systems of Family Thriving: family wealth, family relationships and family business relationships, and family advisory relationships. They focus on four key capabilities: tax masterminding, business succession, cleaning up messes in families’ existing planning, and Family Synergy Work.

Over 25 years in business, he and his teams have counseled more than 750 eight- and nine-figure net worth families, and thousands of others. This experiential sample size renders the insights and perspectives shared in this book.

Joe credits his entrepreneurial tenacity to the dichotomy of his parents’ origins. His mother a German, Iowa farmgirl, and his father, a crazy Sicilian entrepreneur, who began life as a teenage immigrant and drove the success of several real estate enterprises.

 

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Friday, October 17, 2025

Escape the Plot Forest

 

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 My guess is the young woman is running to find some clothes after her outfit was mostly burned away by the flames from the capricious she-devil's smoldering hands.

This curious image is what Pixaby offered me when I typed Escape the Plot Forest into the search bar. 

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The free version gives you access to all the materials for 24 hours. The paid version ($99) gives you lifetime access to all the materials.

The summit starts the morning of October 18, 2025, and ends the evening of October 22, 2025. There are many classes to choose from. The price will go up to $149 on October 19. 

I have attended Daniel David Wallace's summits for the past two years. I highly recommend them.  

  

Lingering Flames Book Blitz

 


Romantic Suspense

Date Published: October 2, 2025



Rose Everson Finch thought her childhood friendship with Finn Murphy would last forever. But a disagreement shattered their bond.
She returns to New York City, only to learn that love is an illusion.
She’s since moved back to Evers Hollow, caring for her beloved grandmother and hiking the woods that inspire her middle-grade books.
A late-night phone call will change her past, her present, and threaten to turn her future to ash.

Finn Murphy never told his best friend Rose that he loved her.
Not as they grew up together, or the night she committed to marrying another man.
He’s avoided their small town since.
But family obligations bring him back.
Now he’s made a promise:
To protect Rose.

Lingering Flames is a small-town, friends-to-lovers, he-falls-first, romantic suspense in The Everson Legacy series by author Anna August. Set in the scenic mountains of Western North Carolina, it’s a full length novel with a steam-filled happy-ever-after.

 

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Anna August writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance. She enjoys writing imaginative characters with complicated backgrounds. She cherishes books with plot twists, humor, and happily ever after’s.

Born and raised in California, Anna has also lived in Illinois, Texas, North Carolina, Idaho, and England. She served as a military spouse alongside her active duty husband in the US Air Force for twenty-one years. She holds a bachelors degrees in English and also in Geology, after discovering her love of rocks during a camping trip to a gold mine as a child.

When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and two adult children at their home in Boise, Idaho. She also enjoys gardening, gluten-free baking, and random home improvement projects.

Find her at http://www.annaaugustbooks.com

 

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