Murder At the College Blurb Blitz #GoddessFish

 

MURDER AT THE COLLEGE

P.H. Turner

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GENRE: Mystery

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BLURB:

A detective has a smooth-talking heartbreaker for a client, but there’s a problem.

Quinn has scorch marks from her last relationship and plenty of chemistry with Ben, but he could have killed his twin brother. He demands to work the case with her, claiming it’s his life on the line.

A partner is the last thing Quinn wants. What she wants is to prove him innocent. But she’s finding plenty of evidence he isn’t.

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Excerpt 

Quinn knew Ben would be his usual charming and charismatic self, but she wasn’t falling for it tonight. There was no chance of that tonight, not after what she’d learned.

When she entered the bar’s back door, she heard the band belting out tunes and the crowd singing along. Ben poked his head out of his office. “There you are. Thought I heard the back door close.” He smiled, and she pushed aside the familiar warm tug she felt when she saw him.

When Ben stood to the side for her to enter his office, Quinn felt the heat from his hand on the small of her back and the strong, almost magnetic attraction to Ben. It was as though the universe was pulling her to him.

“Have a seat.” Instead of sitting behind his desk, he sat next to her. She could see the concern on his face. “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you.” Even to her, her voice sounded cold.

“Quinn, whatever you’ve come to say, just tell me. We can handle it.”

“You lied to me and your lawyer. A witness saw you coming out of the Green Room Sunday night. She picked your picture out of a lineup.”

Ben lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, I was there. I’m sorry. I was worried when I couldn’t find Paul, and he wasn’t answering his phone. I wish I hadn’t seen him lying like that on the sofa. I’d sat there so often with him, and then to see him dead like that.”

Quinn saw Ben’s grief, and she felt a surge of hope. The police had held back the fact that Paul’s body was found on the sofa to winnow out the crazies who called in and copped to every crime. Ben couldn’t have known unless he was there. “When were you there?”

“Around eleven.” He raised his head, and his gray eyes were wet with tears. “I’m sorry I lied to you. He pulled himself upright and said, “I didn’t kill my brother.”

“Tell me everything about that night,” Quinn asked.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

P.H. Turner (Pat) writes contemporary mysteries spiked with long-held grudges, secrets, and murder. With roots in a Texas farm homesteaded in the 1850s, she calls Austin home. When she's not writing, she's cooking for family, or taking care of a pair of hairy mutts, or in her garden coaxing roses to bloom in the Texas heat.

Pat is a member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and Romance Writers of America.

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A Twist of Hate Blurb Blitz #GoddessFish

 

A TWIST OF HATE

T.E. Lorenzo

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GENRE: Romance

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BLURB:

They love to hate each other...

Natalia is content with hating her co-worker, Adrian. The two can hardly stand being in the same room, despite having worked together for several months. When Natalia agrees to a trip out of town with a friend, little does she know that Adrian will be there, too. This is the time to crank up the hate, right?

The trip is not what Natalia thought it would be. Forced to spend time with her enemy, she finds there is more to Adrian than meets the eye. Will Natalia push aside her hatred and see the true Adrian?

​With a twist of hate, just maybe...

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Excerpt

Last night wasn’t just any dream. It was a dream that left nothing to the imagination. In the dream, she had a room in the Venetian, where they had returned for a long night of intimacy. She already knew how his lips felt pressed against hers and applied that same sensation to the rest of her body.

She had woken at four o’clock in a drenching sweat, despite the house being freezing. The dream had felt too real, and the part that bothered her the most was that she enjoyed it. When she fell back asleep—after an hour—she wanted to return to that dream. Even though she had plenty of doubt that any of it could become a reality.

It’s not like we’re in a relationship, she had told herself as she drove to work this morning. He still has his little girlfriend, and I don’t even know where my life is going to take me. Why does this have to be so complicated? It was much easier to hate him before this got all messy.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

TE Lorenzo is the debut author of A Twist of Hate. Having lived through his own enemies-to-lovers story, he believes love can come from the most unexpected of places. When he's not writing, TE is likely chasing his kids around, playing baseball, or relaxing with a good book. He is currently living out his happily-ever-after with his wife and three kids in their hometown of Denver, CO.

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Secrets of a Gay Man Growing Up In the 1950s Review #GoddessFish

 

SECRETS OF A GAY MAN GROWING UP IN THE 1950S

by Jonathan Feinn

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GENRE: Memoir

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The Blessing of Self -Acceptance

I decided to write my memoir when I reached my mid-eighties. Given the gift of longevity, I felt a strong need to review my life openly and to recall both the joyful moments as well as the days and nights of feeling anguish and hopelessness. Highlighting events and experiences in my life has given me the opportunity to better understand the emotional and physical cost over the years of denying the person I am and the pain of self-rejection.

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Excerpt 

My parents grew up in very different families. My paternal grandparents immigrated to America from the Ukraine when my father was only a year old. Grandma Sonia had been a victim during a pogrom and through the efforts of a cousin living in the United States, the family was able to come to America and settle in Chicago.

Neither of my grandparents spoke English but were fluent in Russian and Yiddish. They parented five sons one of whom had a very serious dysfluency and was thought to be retarded. Given the lack of understanding and resources during his early childhood, he never received any specific help and suffered throughout his life from emotional problems. I don’t remember having much connection to him, but I was aware that Uncle Joe felt rejection from my father who was a lawyer and the youngest brother who was a doctor. I remember feeling, frightened as a young child when my father would yell at him. The oldest son was married and already had a son when I was born.

Three of the uncles lived in an apartment with my grandparents above ours in a two flat building. There was much tension between the brothers and throughout my childhood I have memories of yelling and screaming fights between the brothers. I felt somewhat closer to my uncle Jack who I remember sitting me on his lap when I was a young child and singing to me; ’Thai Thai tiddly tum’ I remember feeling safe with him.

Looking back, I realize my paternal grandparents were depressed. I never saw them affectionate with one another. Grandma Sonia had been raised in a family in Moscow with some financial means and had opportunities to be educated in the arts and dancing. My grandfather came from a religious but impoverished family in Odessa. Neither grandparent ever shared anything with me about their lives in Europe which saddens me. I realize how difficult and painful it would have been for them and of course, there was the language problem. From time to time when my parents were out for the evening my grandfather would be my ‘babysitter’. I was told when I grew older that one night when Grandpa Zelig was the sitter, my parents returned and found him fast asleep and snoring while I was up playing with my toys.

My parents spoke to my grandparents in Yiddish and as a child I wanted to understand what they were saying. Over time I began to develop a beginning understanding of Yiddish and knew a few expressions which I tried to speak to my grandfather. He would always say ‘You American boy. NO speak Yiddish.’ In my adult years, I regret a missed opportunity to become a competent Yiddish speaker.

How difficult it must have been for my grandfather to support the family on a fish peddler’s income though the war years were hard financially for most people including my parents; my father did provide financial help to my grandparents in addition to supporting the four of us. Meanwhile grandmother Sonia Sarah had to adjust mealtimes to each of her son’s different schedules and preferences. She was very protective of her disabled son and on her death-bed begged family members to promise to care for him, Despite my uncle’s disability, he was able to work and live an independent life eventually getting married.

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Ornery Owl's Review

Rating: Four out of Five stars

Reading this memoir was like sitting down for a friendly chat with the author. Being heterosexual, I never directly experienced homophobia, but I related to his feelings of being an outsider from the start. 

The author begins his story by discussing how he always felt different from the rest of his family. He was a big kid, and his mother and the social worker would make cracks about his weight and tell him he needed to "cut back on sweets." I didn't become heavy until I was older, but I developed bulimia at twelve years old because of my fear of gaining weight. 

The author and I also share having family from an East European/Slavic background. His paternal grandparents were from Ukraine. My father's maternal grandparents were from Lithuania. Both of our families shared a strongly rigid sense of what was right and proper. Anything falling outside these strict perimeters was wrong and shameful. Like the author, my late father expressed regret at not having been taught to speak the language of his family of origin. Many immigrants in the early to mid-twentieth century wanted their descendants to be fully Americanized.

The story flows at a steady, easygoing pace. The author has done many interesting things during his lifetime, including traveling and teaching students with special needs. It was a pleasure to accompany him on his journey from a conflicted young man to someone who has finally learned to accept himself.

This book is a good choice for readers who enjoy reading true accounts. There is nothing scandalous or salacious, but nothing is prettied up either. I loved the realness of the author's recollections.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jonathan holds a Ph.D. from the University of Illinois and was trained to serve both as a teacher and administrator providing guidance to staff and to children and adolescents with identified emotional disturbance and behavior disorders. He has served as a consultant to differing programs in both public and private school settings and was the director of a high school off-campus learning center serving students who required part-time placement outside the main building.

He has held faculty positions at National College in Evanston, Illinois and Shippensburg University in Pennsylvania where he taught students studying for both Master’s degrees and state certification. Prior to his retirement, he taught gifted elementary students in a ‘pull-out’ program. He is currently retired and continues his love of travel. To date he has visited 22 countries where he developed meaningful and lasting friendships with people in differing settings throughout the world.

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SWAT For Dummies Blurb Blitz #GoddessFish

 

SWAT for Dummies

by Gail Koger

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GENRE: action/adventure/comedy/romance

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Just call me Calamity Jane, wherever I go, trouble soon follows. Which makes my job as a Maricopa County Sheriff’s Deputy a bit hazardous. From chasing down a bank robber to dealing with a cat burglar, or handling Sun City’s seniors who are crazy as June bugs and horny as hell.

My personal life is complicated. Off-duty I’m a ballroom dancer. Detective Sergeant Dante Delgado is my new dance partner. My relationship with him puts me in the crosshairs of a dirty cop with homicidal tendencies. Can we stop him, or will we become his next victims?

Law enforcement isn’t for the fainthearted. Are you brave enough to enter my world?

Author’s note: I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for way too many years and this novella contains some of the wilder incidents that occurred. Yes, sex on the sidewalk is based on a true incident.

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Excerpt

I frowned. There were two naked people on the sidewalk having sex. The woman’s arms were flailing wildly. “Is he raping her?”

“Shit! I think so. Call it in.” Julie flipped on the overhead lights and made a kamikaze cut across four lanes of traffic. Tires squealed, horns honked, and people made rude hand gestures.

Hanging on for dear life, I keyed my mic. “Charlie-23 we’re out with a possible rape in progress at the corner of 59th avenue and Myrtle. I need you to notify Glendale Police Department.”

“Copy, Charlie-23,” the dispatcher replied.

Julie brought the patrol car to a skidding stop in a dry cleaner’s parking lot. We bailed out and sprinted over to the gyrating couple.

“Get off her!” I yelled.

“I’m not done yet,” the man growled and kept thrusting into the woman.

I Maced him. “Oh, yes, you are.”

“Fuck,” he bellowed, and frantically rubbed his eyes.

The woman wrapped her legs around his back and shrieked, “Go away. He’s my best customer.”

“Customer?” Julie shot me an astonished look.

I shook my head in disbelief and noticed the lookie-loos filming us. Great, just what we needed. “Mister, unless you want to get Maced again, you will get to your feet and pull your pants up. Now! No one wants to see that thing.”

Julie grabbed the loudly protesting prostitute under the arms and dragged her away from the john. “It’s against the law to have sex in public.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author bio: I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.

Author links:

http://www.gailkoger.com

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http://www.amazon.com/Gail-Koger/e/B001K838BY

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Return to Lerici Blurb Blitz #GoddessFish

 

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rachel Dacus will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

A suspenseful, uplifting story of second chances, family bonds, and redemption.

Sisters Elinor and Saffron rarely see eye-to-eye, but they agree that an unknown half-brother appearing in their lives can only spell trouble. The Greene sisters want to support their ailing mother, Betsy, as they gather in their cottage in Lerici, Italy. But they don’t want Betsy to keep searching for Baby Boy, the only name they have on faded adoption papers.

While the Greenes debate, Baby Boy finds them. A rough childhood has led Daniel to a life as a thief. When he learns of his connection to the wealthy Greenes, he decides to scam them. He goes to Italy and using a fake identity observes them at close range. Watching these people makes him ache for what he never had—a loving family.

Betsy is touched by the young man’s story and guesses their hidden connection. Discovering his true identity, she asks the family to help him. But Daniel’s shady past is catching up and putting the Greenes at risk. Should they bring their lost lamb into the fold—and can he claim his heritage if it endangers his family?

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Robert sang a few words. “How about this?”

“I don’t know it, but it sounds good.”

“It’s my own. I wrote it.”

He began to strum, accompanying his soft voice, and Betsy had another jolt of recognition. It was the voice. There was so much of a similarity in the timbre that it made her ache. She wondered what Elinor would think if she came in while he was singing and heard Nathan’s singing voice coming out of this young man.

The song soothed her every aching muscle and bone. It did her body good and her nerves too. Like a fond memory, it wrapped her in the sensation that life was good and harmonious, that there was honey in every breeze and heaven just around the corner. He had a gift, this fellow. He definitely had talent. So how had he wound up tinkering with plumbing in Lerici? Maybe her intuition was true, and he had come for them.

Betsy lay back as he sang, her arm across her eyes, and thought of days past when musicians sang just for her, and she went home with one of them. Days long before Nathan and his stuffy circle of academics. The music was pulling her back to a time when she could relax and be herself, and her stuffy daughter didn’t criticize her every impulse and comment. She understood that Elinor felt criticized by her; what Elinor didn’t realize is that she’d adopted Betsy’s habit of sharp comments. And somewhere—God knew where—she’d picked up that skepticism that was going to burn her sweetheart down, if she didn’t marry the wonderful Tonio soon.

Robert strummed a last chord, his voice fading into the silence.

She sat up and looked at him. They stared at each other for a moment.

“You remind me of someone,” she murmured. “My ex-husband, Nathan.”

Why didn’t Robert look surprised?

About the Author

Rachel Dacus is the author of six novels, four time travel books in the Timegathering Series and two books of women’s fiction. She has also published four poetry collections. Rachel’s work has appeared widely in print and online, in journal that include Boulevard, Gargoyle, and Prairie Schooner. Her poetry is in the anthologies Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California and Radiant DisUnities: Real Ghazals in English. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area.

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The Dog Men Blurb Blitz

 

THE DOG MEN

by Patricia Crandall

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GENRE: Mystery

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Ten-year-old Wyatt and eleven-year-old Hannah uncover the dark world of illegal dog fights when they trespass at a Vermont farm and peep through a barn window. And when crotchety old Lester Cranshaw’s dog, Paddy, turns up missing, there is no holding him back from investigating the situation and the kids join in. In the dead of the night, after the trio are captured and held hostage at the Inglis farm, Wyatt will need all of his wits and courage to escape in order to save the lives of his friends. THE DOG MEN draws the reader into a tempest of animal abuse, lawlessness, and kidnapping within the confines of small-town happenings. A chilling plot and a peerless relationship between kids, adults and pets.

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Excerpt 

Hannah and Wyatt skipped through tickling high grass as they entered the pine-treed woodland and emerged at the far side onto the banks of Crusader Creek. Wyatt shivered at the sudden drop in temperature and hurled two large stones into the water. Hannah pulled on her sweatshirt and wobbled across a fallen log to the opposite bank. She picked a bouquet of forget-me-nots growing along the edges, and wrapped a damp napkin around the flowers. “Mom can put them in that old blue vase she likes.”

Wyatt raced along the edge of the creek, his eyes darting all over. "Darn. I'll never catch frogs. The stream's movin’ too fast." He licked his lips. “It’s way too high. Well...maybe it isn't." He lay down on his belly and braced his feet against a tree stump.

A short while later, frog-less and disappointed, Wyatt pointed at the red tip of a silo visible through sparse tree branches. "Hey, what's that over there?"

"The Inglis farm. C'mon, you promised to play ‘Scat’ for pennies before we head home. It's almost three." Hannah sat cross-legged on a bed of dry leaves. She removed a deck of cards from her backpack and shuffled them.

"Any kids to play with over there?" Wyatt asked.

Hannah flung back her ponytail. "Once in a while, Stevie Inglis visits his Uncle Will. He’s a special child. I help him with Sunday school lessons. But that's a weird place. Ever since old Farmer Clumly died, a lot of owners have come and gone. My Dad told me to stay away from there. He doesn't know what's going on, but he's got an inkling the Inglis’ are up to no good."

Wyatt bit his lower lip, "Let's go look anyhow. We’ll be careful and won’t get caught."

"But only from the top of the hill." Hannah returned the cards to her backpack.

"Cool!" Wyatt skipped ahead of her. They came into the bright sunlight and gazed down at a farmhouse, a silo, several barns and outbuildings. Chickens scratched for feed in the gravel driveway and a chained Mastiff paced near the front porch.

"Stay low after we pass that big tree." Hannah pointed to a misshapen beech looming before them. "It's all open land and we don't want to get caught snooping."

They tramped hunchback fashion across the rocky path. Mid-way, Hannah and Wyatt dropped down on their hands and knees and crawled to a cluster of evergreen shrubs at the edge of the hill.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Patricia Crandall is the author of nine books, and a 2023 winner of the Besties of the Capital Region Awards, Author Category. Her latest book, “Lacey O’Dunn, The Rookie,” is a crime/thriller involving drugs and car bashing senior citizens on icy winter roads. She has also published numerous articles and short stories in various magazines and newspapers. Her book, “The Dog Men,” third edition was also just released. Patricia is a member of Sisters in Crime (Mavens) and National Association of Independent Editors and Writers. She lives with her husband, Art, and a rescue cat, Bette, at Babcock Lake in Grafton Mountains near Petersburgh, New York. She has two children and three grandchildren who live nearby.

www.PatriciaCrandall.com

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Hollyland Blurb Blitz and Giveaway

 

HOLLYLAND

by Patricia Leavy

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GENRE: Romance

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What happens when a seemingly ordinary woman with a passion for the arts falls in love with a Hollywood star known for his bachelor status and quick temper with the paparazzi? Something extraordinary.

Dee Schwartz is a writer and arts researcher. Ryder Field is a famous actor descended from Hollywood royalty. On the night they meet outside a bar, their connection is palpable. Ryder’s mother—legendary actress Rebecca Field, half of Hollywood’s golden couple when she died—was kidnapped and murdered by a crazed fan in a shocking event that forever tarnished Tinseltown. Dee’s mother, too, died when she was young. Bonded by this loss, the two embark on a love story that explores their search for magic—or “gold dust”—in their lives. Everything changes, however, when Dee mysteriously disappears after an awards ceremony. Is history repeating itself? Can there truly be a happily ever after in Hollywood?

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He waited at the bottom of the staircase, and when she returned, he led her to Seymour’s home screening room. He held both of her hands in his and said, “You told me that you lost your mother’s voice. I spoke to your father, and it turns out that Seymour, being the film enthusiast he is, made home movies of your parents on a camcorder when you were a little girl. Your father said you used to run away from the camera because you were so shy, so that’s probably why you don’t remember. Seymour went digging through his warehouse.” He stopped and kissed her hands. “Sweetheart, he found the videos. We had them transferred onto a disc. I gave your father a copy too.”

Her eyes became misty, her lips quivering. He squeezed her hands and said, “Just sit here.”

She sat down, a bit stunned, and he darted to the back of the room. He turned the lights off, hit play, and then took the seat beside her, handing her a preemptive tissue. Suddenly, Lisette Schwartz was on the screen, talking and laughing, as radiant as a movie star.

“Oh my God,” Dee gasped as her eyes flooded with hot tears. A moment later, Lisette twirled little Dee around. She couldn’t have been more than five years old. Dee tried to run behind her mother, shy in front of the camera. Lisette laughed and said, “My sweet little Deanna.” She scooped her up in her arms. “I love you, sweet girl.”

When the video ended, Dee looked at Rye through a film of hot tears. He gently brushed away the salty water and pressed his forehead to hers. When she was able to speak again, she softly said, “You gave me my mother’s voice.”

“Seymour helped,” he replied.

“You gave me my mother’s voice. I love you more than I could ever say.”

He kissed her softly. “I love you with all my heart. Forever.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She was formerly Associate Professor of Sociology, Chairperson of Sociology & Criminology, and Founding Director of Gender Studies at Stonehill College. She has published more than forty books; her work has been translated into many languages, and she has received more than forty book honors. Hollyland was featured on She Reads in “The Most Anticipated Romances of Spring 2023” and was the 2023 Firebird Book Awards 1st Place Winner in Pop Culture Fiction and 1st Place Winner in Summer/Beach Read. Patricia has also received career awards from the New England Sociological Association, the American Creativity Association, the American Educational Research Association, the International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry, and the National Art Education Association. In 2018, she was honored by the National Women’s Hall of Fame and SUNY-New Paltz established the “Patricia Leavy Award for Art and Social Justice.” Patricia lives in Maine. In addition to writing, she enjoys art, reading, and travel.

Website: www.patricialeavy.com  

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Blood of Fire Blurb Blitz

 

BLOOD OF FIRE

by January Bain

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GENRE: Supernatural Romance

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Can a carefree wolf shifter and an unbelieving human find true love?

Logan Greig, billionaire wolf and kilt-wearing Scot, arrives in Vegas to make a heist movie set in a casino. He’s the bad boy of his clan, the one voted least likely to settle down. What does he care? He loves women and won’t apologize to anyone for that.

Justine Bell, a dedicated history professor at the University of Vegas and a skeptic to the bone, is hired by Logan Grieg to dress the set with Egyptian antiquities. She dislikes Logan the infamous playboy on principle alone, but with the dean insisting she takes the job, she has no choice.

When one of the ancient relics in the shipment turns out to be a legendary invaluable artifact, Justine throws herself into research to discover more about it. Both she and Logan are amazed to discover that the item is of vital importance to the whole of mankind—it reveals that supernatural creatures have always walked the Earth!

Now, with the clock ticking, the pair must work together as a team. Justine has to find the strength to abandon the safety of the beliefs she clings to, ones that don’t allow her to embrace true love, and Logan must fight to become the man Justine needs him to be.

If they can do that, a whole new world awaits them…

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Excerpt 

Logan

“Bloody feathered tyrant!” I howled at the boisterous sounds of a rooster crowing to greet the morn before the sun was even up tearing through my wet dream like a true cock blocker. And just when the lass was about to reveal all those luscious curves. I yawned and checked the clock. Best get at it—I did have a lot on before leaving tomorrow. Directing a movie. My first full-length feature in Vegas, Nevada, USA. It didn’t get any better than that.

I threw the covers off and made my way to the window to pull aside the drapes and check the weather. A half-moon hung smiling in the sky on its way to harvest brightness in a couple of months, the horizon growing subtly lighter to the east. No fog this morning—the sky clear around the moon. The distinctive sound of a church bell ringing filled my head, and I shook it in annoyance. Omens, I can well do without. Nothing was going to get in my way of achieving success in my own right, not even a seer promising big life changes when I left the Highlands.

Was I taking a chance setting the movie in Vegas, even though it was the perfect location for a heist picture? Both of my older brothers were settled down happily with their new partners and lovers after returning from the City of Sin, acting too smug for words. I shook my head. No. Not going to happen. I wasn’t one bit superstitious, was blessed with a strong mind and besides, I didn’t believe in the thunderclap, at least not for me.

My brothers had just used the excuse to be with the women they wanted to be with. That old crone who’d foretold us all finding our Forever Mates in the land of desert and sage had been full of it. If she could really tell the future, she’d have won the lottery. My philosophy was to live each day to its fullest because it could be the last. Oh, and protect your heart.

As a wolf, I’d seen what happened to a shifter who believed in the phenomenon and was rejected by his fated mate, and it wasn’t pretty. A passion that raged out of control like wildfire could only lead to one conclusion if it wasn’t shared by both.

Death.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full-blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination and touch your heart.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

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Catawba Falls

by W.F. Ranew

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GENRE: Mystery

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BLURB:

PI Red Farlow travels to Camp Ridgemont for Boys for a reunion with his summer camp friends. On arrival, he discovers two camp counselors in the woods, hacked to death. Red’s investigation soon widens with more mysterious deaths, one of them a close friend.

Far-right extremist Troy Unsworthy knows the hills and hollows after a lifetime of growing up in these mountains. Red soon learns all the victims are connected to Unsworthy in the years leading up to a deadly auto accident.

When he learns Unsworthy was released just before the counselors’ deaths, Red goes into the mountains. His trek requires sure-footedness over rocky terrain and old-growth forest as he explores caves with endless tunnels, shafts, and deep-water pools searching for his suspect.

But, did Unsworthy really murder these people, or should Red turn his attention to other suspects?

Red treads a treacherous path on his quest to find the killer and bring him to justice.

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Excerpt 

Death visited late in the day. I came upon the human tragedy the following morning.

Near Kitsuma’s summit, a steady breeze rustled trees and bushes hugging the mountainside. Spring in North Carolina meant comfortable temperatures during daylight. Standing there, I felt the night’s lingering chill.

Years had passed—fifty or more—since I’d tramped the mountain’s footpaths.

Two dozen of us searched the area late the previous evening but had gotten nowhere near the summit. We resumed our task along the rigorous trail on the Old Fort side well before dawn. . .

We covered areas unreachable in the previous night’s outing. Two hours later, I came upon the campground, forty yards down a side trail and near a cove of rhododendron and mountain laurel.

The scene’s horror struck deep, painted in strokes of surreal hues. The blood, in the dim light, bore a black pigmentation. One young man’s skin tone paled to a faint glow reflecting his orange rain parka.

Two light-green pup tents stood side by side. One caved in toward the back; the other seemed undisturbed.

I looked around for the second camp counselor. Raking the mountainside, my gaze focused on something resembling a yellow night safety vest. I made my way downhill.

Soon enough, I came across another grisly scene. The young man’s head cocked at a strange, unnatural angle as he sprawled belly down in the bushes and leaves. The blood wasn’t as apparent with him as the fluid had seeped into leaves and pine needles beneath him.

Something tilted out of his left hand—a cell phone.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

W.F. Ranew is a former newspaper reporter, editor, and communication executive. He started his journalism career covering sports, police, and city council meetings for his hometown newspaper, The Quitman Free Press. He also worked as a reporter and editor for several regional dailies: The Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle, The Florida Times-Union, and The Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

Ranew has written two previous novels: Schoolhouse Man and Candyman’s Sorrow.

He lives with his wife in Atlanta and St. Simons Island, Ga

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Catawba-Falls-Red-Farlow-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B0C6MPQXPZ/

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