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Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Pride Meets Prejudice by Rachel Anderson Free Copy May 23rd to May 27th
Aether Walker by Nak Baldron Book Tour & Giveaway
Discovery
of Light
Austin Chronicles: Book 1
An Aether Walker Novel
by
NAK Baldron
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
Aether
Walkers plague the city!
Kandice
sees the creatures throughout her city, but no one else seems to
care.
She
watched as an Aether Walker killed her mother. Now regret fuels her
need for vengeance. Forced to live with her aunt - Kandice must hide
her nightly hunts. How could she explain the need to kill these
creatures when they appear human to everyone else?
Kandice
struggles to attend school by day, and hunt by night. She meets a
fellow hunter and discovers just how little she knows. Now she's
confronted with a choice - to trust him or not. Vengeance isn't
possible alone.
Can
she manage to pull off her double life - avenge her mother, and keep
her 4.0 GPA? The weight is crushing her, and something is about to
break.
Discovery
of Light is a lightning-paced urban fantasy - gripping adventure -
with a strong heroine, a mysterious hero, and unique magic.
Seal
of Light
Austin Chronicles: Book 2
An Aether Walker Novel
Aether
Walkers still plague the city, but at least Kandice is not alone.
After
discovering that Lance can see the Aether Walkers, Kandice has
decided he will teach her. However, he doesn't know it. She struggles
to pull off her double life, but it hasn't fallen apart. Yet!
Kandice's
issues with her aunt heat up and she must choose between family and
honor. Her skills as a huntress are at an all time high, but they're
still not enough. She needs help, and only one man can provide it.
Will her feelings for him get in the way?
When
Kandice learns the truth about the Aether Walkers, will she be able
to make the right choice? She stands in the eye of the storm. One
wrong step and she'll lose everything she has left.
Seal
of Light is a lightning-paced urban fantasy - gripping adventure -
with a strong heroine, a mysterious hero, and unique magic.
Theft
of Light
Austin Chronicles: Book 3
An Aether Walker Novel
Austin Chronicles: Book 3
An Aether Walker Novel
The
mayor is an Aether Walker!
Kandice
and Lance must save the city, but they can't do it alone. They're
putting their team together, while at the same time the mayor is
preparing to take over the city.
Kandice
has made her choice, moved out from her aunt's house, and left school
behind. She is committed to fighting the Aether Walkers, but now it's
more than revenge for her mother's death. If she fails the whole city
will suffer.
Will
Kandice and the team be able to pull off their mission? If they fail
it will cost more than their own lives.
Theft
of Light is a lightning-paced urban fantasy - gripping adventure -
with a strong heroine, a mysterious hero, and unique magic.
Nicholi
(N.A.K. Baldron) is an author and avid reader. He likes stories that
take place in fictional worlds, with memorable characters.
He
spends his days debating between whether it’s coffee or tea time,
and pecking away at his keyboard to produce stories for his readers.
He can be found strolling through one of the many wooded areas in the
small town outside of Austin, Texas that he calls home.
If
he could have any power, it would be the power to control time; then
he could freeze it and find enough reading time. One of his deepest
regrets in life, is knowing he’ll never get around to reading all
the books on his to-be-read list.
Knowing
how precious reading time is, he’s always honored when his readers
choose to spend their time on his stories.
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Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Everything Under the Sun by Jessica Redmerski Book Tour & Giveaway
Everything Under the Sun
Jessica Redmerski
Genre: Dystopian YA/NA Crossover
Jessica Redmerski
Genre: Dystopian YA/NA Crossover
Date of Publication: August 28, 2017
ISBN: 1546413081
ASIN: B074W372G6
Number of pages: 657
Word Count: 203K
Cover Image by Perrywinkle Photography
Cover Design by Okay Creations
Tagline: Can love survive in such dark times, or is it fated to die with them?
Book Description:
Thais Fenwick was eleven-years-old when civilization fell, devastated by a virus that killed off the majority of the world’s population. For seven years, Thais and her family lived in a community of survivors deep in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains. But when her town is attacked by raiders, she and her blind sister are taken away to the East-Central Territory where she is destined to live the cruel and unjust kind of life her late mother warned her about.
Atticus Hunt is a troubled soldier in Lexington City who has spent the past seven years trying to conform to the vicious nature of men in a post-apocalyptic society. He knows that in order to survive, he must abandon his morals and his conscience and become like those he is surrounded by. But when he meets Thais, morals and conscience win out over conformity, and he risks his rank and his life to help her. They escape the city and set out together on a long and perilous journey to find safety in Shreveport, Louisiana.
Struggling to survive in a world without electricity, food, shelter, and clean water, Atticus and Thais shed their fear of growing too close, and they fall hopelessly in love. But can love survive in such dark times, or is it fated to die with them?
Excerpt 1
“One
more night,” I said, not looking at her. “Give me one more night and I’ll get
you out of this city.” All I could see in front of me was the scenario: I’d
wait until very late, after most of the city was sleeping, and then I’d dress
her in my military clothes, make her pin up her hair underneath a cap, strap a
rifle to her shoulder, a backpack full of goods on her back, and set her atop
the mare waiting at the stables.
“But
there’s nothing for me anymore,” Thais said, wiping away the lingering tears on
her cheeks. “There’s nowhere for me to go, and no one waiting for me there if
by some miracle I make it alive. My mother and father are dead. My sister”—she
looked up at me, and although I didn’t meet her gaze, I could feel her eyes on
me—“my whole family is dead, and this world is dead and my soul is dead and
everything that was once good and beautiful and right, is dead.”
I looked
at her then, her words stirring me.
“That’s
not true,” I said, and got up from the chair and crouched in front of her. “You
may be the only good thing left in this world, and I’ll be goddamned if I let
your light fade.”
Tears
tumbled down Thais’ cheeks.
I took
the gun that had fallen from her hand, tucked it into the back of my pants.
“Promise
me you won’t try anything,” I said as I went toward the door. “Promise me on
your sister’s soul, that you’ll stay in this room and wait for me.”
“Where
are you going?”
“To get
your supplies.” I placed my hand on the doorknob. “Don’t open this door for
anyone.” I opened it to blackness; the candles that had been lit in the hallway
had burned down.
“Wait,”
Thais called out, and I stopped.
She
stood up on wobbly legs.
“You
said to get my supplies—are you
sending me away alone?”
I
thought on it for a moment. I’d never had any intention of going with her. I
couldn’t. Not if I was going to keep others from following her.
“No,” I
finally said. “You’re not going alone. I’ll go with you, at least until I can
get you somewhere safe.”
“Is
there anywhere safe, Atticus?” Her
voice was soft, hopeless, and hearing her say my name like that did something
to my heart. “Do you know where you’re taking me?”
I
sighed. And I looked at the wall.
“Yes,” I
lied, and then stepped out into the hallway.
Just
before I closed the door I added, “Promise me.”
Thais
nodded.
“I
promise,” she said. “I’ll wait for you.”
About the Author:
Jessica Redmerski is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, international bestseller, and award winner, who juggles several different genres. She began self-publishing in 2012, and later with the success of THE EDGE OF NEVER, signed on with Grand Central Publishing/Forever Romance. Her works have been translated into more than twenty languages.
Jessica is a hybrid author who, in addition to working with a traditional publisher, also continues to self-publish. Her popular crime and suspense series, In the Company of Killers, has been optioned for television in the United States by actor and model William Levy, and a film exclusive to the Dominican Republic.
She also writes as J.A. Redmerski.
Web Site: http://jessicaredmerski.com/
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Lizzie Borden Zombie Hunter Book Tour & Giveaway
Lizzie
Borden, Zombie Hunter
by
C.A.Verstraete
Genre:
Horror
Every
family has its secrets…
One
hot August morning in 1892, Lizzie Borden picked up an axe and
murdered her father and stepmother. Newspapers claim she did it for
the oldest of reasons: family conflicts, jealousy and greed. But what
if her parents were already dead? What if Lizzie slaughtered them
because they’d become zombies?
Thrust
into a horrific world where the walking dead are part of a shocking
conspiracy to infect not only Fall River, Massachusetts, but also the
world beyond, Lizzie battles to protect her sister, Emma, and her
hometown from nightmarish ghouls and the evil forces controlling
them.
Lizzie
Borden, Zombie Hunter 2
After
being acquitted of brutally slaying her parents, Lizzie Borden thinks
her nightmare is over—but it’s only just begun!
Now
Lizzie and the citizens of Fall River must battle a new surge of
flesh-eaters, this time with a heartbreaking twist: the infected
creatures are friends and family, hidden away by their grief-stricken
caregivers.
When
her sister Emma becomes a pawn in the growing war against the undead,
Lizzie has no choice but to pick up her axe again. With the help of
her charming self-defense instructor, Pierre, she vows to end the
horrific zombie menace, once and for all. But can she overcome her
personal demons and the rampaging monsters, no matter the
cost?
NOTE:
The book does contain spoilers if you have not read the first book,
Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter.
Christine
(C.A.) Verstraete enjoys putting a little "scare" in her
writing. She follows the murder trial and offers a twist on the
infamous 1892 Borden murders in her book, Lizzie
Borden, Zombie Hunter.
She also looks at the murders from the viewpoint of Lizzie's doctor
in her latest, The
Haunting of Dr. Bowen. Other
books include a young adult novel, GIRL
Z: My Life as a Teenage Zombie, and
books on dollhouse collecting and crafting.
Christine's short
stories have appeared in various anthologies including: Descent
Into Darkness, Happy Homicides 3: Summertime Crime, Mystery
Weekly,
and Timeshares,
Steampunk'd,
and Hot
& Steamy: Tales of Steampunk Romance,
DAW Books.
She
is an award-winning journalist published in daily to weekly
newspapers, and in various magazines. Her stories have received
awards from local and national newspaper associations, and the Dog
Writer's Association of America.
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the tour HERE
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Keep the Midnight Out by Alex Gray Book Tour, Book Review and Giveaway
Keep the Midnight Out
by Alex Gray
on Tour May 7 - June 8, 2018
Synopsis:
When the body of a red-haired young man is washed up on the shore of the beautiful Isle of Mull, Detective Superintendent Lorimer’s tranquil holiday away from the gritty streets of Glasgow is rudely interrupted. The body has been bound with twine in a ghoulishly unnatural position and strongly reminds Lorimer of another murder: a twenty year old Glasgow case that he failed to solve as a newly fledged detective constable and which has haunted him ever since.
As local cop DI Stevie Crozier takes charge of the island murder investigation, Lorimer tries to avoid stepping on her toes. But as the similarities between the young man’s death and his cold case grow more obvious, Lorimer realises that there could be a serial killer on the loose after all these years.
As the action switches dramatically between the Mull murder and the Glasgow cold case twenty years earlier, Lorimer tries desperately to catch a cold-hearted killer. Has someone got away with murder for decades?
Book Details:
Genre: Mystery
Published by: Witness Impulse
Publication Date: May 8th 2018
Number of Pages: 368
ISBN: 9780062659286
Series: A DCI Lorimer Novel, #12 (Stand Alone)
Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble; | HarperCollins | Goodreads
Read an excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
They called it ‘the splash’; though the boat that crept silently, oars dipping lightly in and out of the water creating myriad bubbles of phosphorescence, made little sound at all. It was vital to keep quiet; the time for frightening the fish would not come until the net was properly laid across the mouth of the burn. After that the oars would be raised high and brought down with force, driving the sea trout from their shadowy lairs straight into the trap. It was illegal, of course, had been for decades, but that did not stop more intrepid poachers sneaking in at dead of night and lying in wait for the fish.
Unfair, unsporting, the fishery bodies claimed, though most folk here, on the island of Mull, recognised the thrill of rowing under the stars and risking some wrath from the law enforcers.
Ewan Angus Munro glanced back over his shoulder to see his son playing out the last of the splash net; the ancient cork floats now in a perfect arc across this narrow neck of water.
Young Ewan looked towards his father and nodded; the first part of the deed was done and now all that remained was to ensure that the fish would be scared out from their hiding places by the sudden noise of oars thrashing on the surface so that they would rush towards the net.
The old man turned the boat with an expertise that came from many years of practice, then headed back towards the shallow channel. He raised the oars, resting them in the rowlocks, water dripping like molten rain from their blades. The small craft was allowed to drift a little before Ewan Angus turned to his son again, the eye contact and nod a definite signal to begin the second stage of their night’s work.
Young Ewan Angus stood, legs apart, perfectly balanced in the centre of the boat, one oar raised high above his shoulder as the older man watched him, eyes full of approval. The boy had been given more than just his father’s names: his flair for the splash, too, had been passed down from father to son.
Across the marshy strand full of bog cotton and sweet-smelling myrtle sat a small white cottage. A swift glance showed him that there was no light on anywhere; the holiday folk were doubtless sound asleep, oblivious to the small drama being played out yards from their front door.
The sound of the splash seemed magnified as it disrupted the stillness, echoing over the bay. The young man heaved the oar again and again, each whack making his body stiffen with fear and a sort of bravado. If they were caught they’d lose both the net and the boat, a heavy price to pay for a night of fun and a good catch of sea trout, fish that fetched a decent price at the back doors of the best hotel kitchens.
Several times the boat was rowed up and down, followed by a series of splashes until the old man raised his callused hand to call a halt. Now it was time to wait and see if the fish had indeed been scared witless enough to swim towards their doom.
Once more the old man rowed along the line of corks, his son lifting the net to see if anything lingered below.
‘A beauty,’ the boy whispered, raising the net to reveal a good-sized sea trout struggling in the brown mesh.
‘Ten pounder at least!’ he went on, freeing the huge fish where its gills had caught and hurling it into a wooden box below his feet.
‘Be-wheesht and get the net up,’ his father hissed, though the grin on his face showed how pleased he was with their first catch of the night. The old man bent towards the struggling fish, his fist around the priest, a wooden club that had been in the family for generations. One swift blow and the fish lay lifeless in the box, its silvery scales gleaming in the night.
One by one, others joined the fated sea trout as the two men made their laborious way along the edge of the net.
‘My, a grand haul, the night, Faither,’ Young Ewan Angus exclaimed, his voice still hushed for fear of any sound carrying over the water.
‘Aye, no’ bad,’ his father agreed, a contented smile on his face. One of the middling fish would be wrapped in layers of bracken and left in the porch of Calum Mhor, the police sergeant. A wee thank you for turning his continual blind eye to the nocturnal activities taking place down the road from Craignure. Mrs Calum had guests staying and she’d be fair pleased to serve them a fresh sea trout for their dinner. It was universally acknowledged here on the island that the pink fish was far superior in flavour to the coarser salmon, particularly those that had been farmed.
‘My, here’s a big one!’
The young man staggered as he tried to haul in the final part of the splash net. ‘I can hardly lift it!’ he exclaimed.
‘Must be caught on a rock,’ the old man grumbled, his mouth twisting in a moue of disgust. If they had to tear the net to release it then it would take hours of work to mend, but the operation depended on being in and out of these waters as quickly as they could manage. Hanging about was not an option in case the Men from the Revenue had decided on a little night-time excursion of their own.
Suddenly the young man bent down in the boat, hands gripping the gunwales as he peered into the depths below.
His brow furrowed at the rounded mass swaying beneath the surface, rags of bladderwrack shifting back and forwards with the motion of the waves. Then, as his eyes focused on the ascending shape, Ewan Angus Munro saw pale tendrils that had once been fingers of flesh and one thin arm floating upwards.
He screamed, and covered his mouth as the sickness rose in his throat, then stumbled backwards. The boy flung out his arms, desperate to grasp hold of something solid to break his fall but all he felt under his hands were the wet bodies of slithering fish.
‘What the . . . ?’ Ewan Angus turned, an oath dying on his lips as the boat rocked violently, small waves dashing over the bow.
Wordlessly, his son pointed to the waters below. Then, as the old man peered over the side of the boat, he saw the body rising to the surface, its passage out to sea impeded by their net.
***
Excerpt from Keep the Midnight Out by Alex Gray. Copyright © 2018 by Alex Gray. Reprinted by permission of Witness Impulse, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.
They called it ‘the splash’; though the boat that crept silently, oars dipping lightly in and out of the water creating myriad bubbles of phosphorescence, made little sound at all. It was vital to keep quiet; the time for frightening the fish would not come until the net was properly laid across the mouth of the burn. After that the oars would be raised high and brought down with force, driving the sea trout from their shadowy lairs straight into the trap. It was illegal, of course, had been for decades, but that did not stop more intrepid poachers sneaking in at dead of night and lying in wait for the fish.
Unfair, unsporting, the fishery bodies claimed, though most folk here, on the island of Mull, recognised the thrill of rowing under the stars and risking some wrath from the law enforcers.
Ewan Angus Munro glanced back over his shoulder to see his son playing out the last of the splash net; the ancient cork floats now in a perfect arc across this narrow neck of water.
Young Ewan looked towards his father and nodded; the first part of the deed was done and now all that remained was to ensure that the fish would be scared out from their hiding places by the sudden noise of oars thrashing on the surface so that they would rush towards the net.
The old man turned the boat with an expertise that came from many years of practice, then headed back towards the shallow channel. He raised the oars, resting them in the rowlocks, water dripping like molten rain from their blades. The small craft was allowed to drift a little before Ewan Angus turned to his son again, the eye contact and nod a definite signal to begin the second stage of their night’s work.
Young Ewan Angus stood, legs apart, perfectly balanced in the centre of the boat, one oar raised high above his shoulder as the older man watched him, eyes full of approval. The boy had been given more than just his father’s names: his flair for the splash, too, had been passed down from father to son.
Across the marshy strand full of bog cotton and sweet-smelling myrtle sat a small white cottage. A swift glance showed him that there was no light on anywhere; the holiday folk were doubtless sound asleep, oblivious to the small drama being played out yards from their front door.
The sound of the splash seemed magnified as it disrupted the stillness, echoing over the bay. The young man heaved the oar again and again, each whack making his body stiffen with fear and a sort of bravado. If they were caught they’d lose both the net and the boat, a heavy price to pay for a night of fun and a good catch of sea trout, fish that fetched a decent price at the back doors of the best hotel kitchens.
Several times the boat was rowed up and down, followed by a series of splashes until the old man raised his callused hand to call a halt. Now it was time to wait and see if the fish had indeed been scared witless enough to swim towards their doom.
Once more the old man rowed along the line of corks, his son lifting the net to see if anything lingered below.
‘A beauty,’ the boy whispered, raising the net to reveal a good-sized sea trout struggling in the brown mesh.
‘Ten pounder at least!’ he went on, freeing the huge fish where its gills had caught and hurling it into a wooden box below his feet.
‘Be-wheesht and get the net up,’ his father hissed, though the grin on his face showed how pleased he was with their first catch of the night. The old man bent towards the struggling fish, his fist around the priest, a wooden club that had been in the family for generations. One swift blow and the fish lay lifeless in the box, its silvery scales gleaming in the night.
One by one, others joined the fated sea trout as the two men made their laborious way along the edge of the net.
‘My, a grand haul, the night, Faither,’ Young Ewan Angus exclaimed, his voice still hushed for fear of any sound carrying over the water.
‘Aye, no’ bad,’ his father agreed, a contented smile on his face. One of the middling fish would be wrapped in layers of bracken and left in the porch of Calum Mhor, the police sergeant. A wee thank you for turning his continual blind eye to the nocturnal activities taking place down the road from Craignure. Mrs Calum had guests staying and she’d be fair pleased to serve them a fresh sea trout for their dinner. It was universally acknowledged here on the island that the pink fish was far superior in flavour to the coarser salmon, particularly those that had been farmed.
‘My, here’s a big one!’
The young man staggered as he tried to haul in the final part of the splash net. ‘I can hardly lift it!’ he exclaimed.
‘Must be caught on a rock,’ the old man grumbled, his mouth twisting in a moue of disgust. If they had to tear the net to release it then it would take hours of work to mend, but the operation depended on being in and out of these waters as quickly as they could manage. Hanging about was not an option in case the Men from the Revenue had decided on a little night-time excursion of their own.
Suddenly the young man bent down in the boat, hands gripping the gunwales as he peered into the depths below.
His brow furrowed at the rounded mass swaying beneath the surface, rags of bladderwrack shifting back and forwards with the motion of the waves. Then, as his eyes focused on the ascending shape, Ewan Angus Munro saw pale tendrils that had once been fingers of flesh and one thin arm floating upwards.
He screamed, and covered his mouth as the sickness rose in his throat, then stumbled backwards. The boy flung out his arms, desperate to grasp hold of something solid to break his fall but all he felt under his hands were the wet bodies of slithering fish.
‘What the . . . ?’ Ewan Angus turned, an oath dying on his lips as the boat rocked violently, small waves dashing over the bow.
Wordlessly, his son pointed to the waters below. Then, as the old man peered over the side of the boat, he saw the body rising to the surface, its passage out to sea impeded by their net.
***
Excerpt from Keep the Midnight Out by Alex Gray. Copyright © 2018 by Alex Gray. Reprinted by permission of Witness Impulse, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Alex Gray was born and educated in Glasgow. After studying English and Philosophy at the University of Strathclyde, she worked as a visiting officer for the Department of Health, a time she looks upon as postgraduate education since it proved a rich source of character studies. She then trained as a secondary school teacher of English.
Alex began writing professionally in 1993 and had immediate success with short stories, articles, and commissions for BBC radio programs. She has been awarded the Scottish Association of Writers' Constable and Pitlochry trophies for her crime writing.
A regular on the Scottish bestseller lists, she is the author of thirteen DCI Lorimer novels. She is the co-founder of the international Scottish crime writing festival, Bloody Scotland, which had its inaugural year in 2012.
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My review, "Keep the Midnight Out" is another book in the series by author Alex Gray called a DCl Lorimer series . Detective Lorimer once again finds himself in the middle of a good mystery. There has been a new body discovered that was murdered that is one that looks familiar . The Detective has never forgotten the one that got away and now it looks like whoever it was might be back again. As they investigate it is possible that this murder and the one years ago might have the same killer. What is going to happen? Can they solve the murder in time? Will the murderer strike again? Will they catch the suspect in time? I really enjoyed this fast moving mystery. I was given this book for a review and all opinions are mine. I give this book a 5/5.
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