Author C.J. Carson is back with the second installment of her paranormal mystery series, The Veils of Parallel Times. Enjoy an excerpt from Murderous Interruptions and then download your own copy! Follow the tour for even more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
If you're a fan of vampire romance, preorder Violins and Vampires by CEE BEE today! This was previously published on Kindle Vella as Blood Slave. Grab it for a special preorder price and stay tuned for the rest of the series! But for today, check out an excerpt. Follow the tour for bonus chances to win the giveaway!
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Today's it's all things fantasy! Read an excerpt from Stephanie M. Allen's latest fantasy book Divided Fates and then her top 5 list about all things fantasy! Follow the tour for more! Best of luck entering the giveaway!
PTSD is a real and difficult thing that affects so many people. Jacob Paul Patchen explores it in his suspenseful military novel No Pistol Tastes the Same. Read an exclusive excerpt and then follow the tour for more after you download your copy. Best of luck in the giveaway!
Check out another installment of this super popular new adult romance series! There's also an excerpt to whet your appetite.
Title: Goddess
Author: S.R.
Watson & Ryan Stacks
Genre: New
Adult Romance
Cover Designer:
Indie Sage
Editor: Jenny
Sims of Editing4Indies
Publication
Date: May 19th, 2022
Hosted by: Lady
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USA Today
Bestselling Author, S. R. Watson, is a Texas native who currently resides in
Washington with her children. She grew up reading the Sweet Valley series
(Twins, High, & University) among others. Her passion for writing began in
high school and continued even after earning her nursing degree and becoming an
operating room registered nurse. Discovering the Twilight series and 50 Shades
Trilogy, inspired her to finally share her own stories.
S. R. Watson
published her first book in 2014.
When S. R.
Watson is not writing, or working as an OR nurse manager, she loves to read and
binge watch her favorite shows.
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Watson & Stacks' FB Page | Watson and Stacks' IG
S.R. Watson’s Facebook | S.R. Watson’s IG | S.R. Watson’s Twitter
S. R. Watson’s Amazon | S.R. Watson’s BookBub | S.R. Watson’s Tik Tok
USA Today Bestselling Author, Ryan Stacks, is a Walla Walla, WA native
who currently reside in Utah with his wife Anna. Most would consider him a jack
of all trades. His first love is wrestling and he’s wrestled his entire life.
In addition to his talents on the mat, Ryan has many achievements. He’s a
published international cover model and he released his first book, Peppermint
Mocha Love with SR Watson in December 2017. For this novella, he debuted as
both an author and cover photographer. Ryan Stacks has partnered with S.R.
Watson to create many more stories that’ll take you for a ride.
When Ryan Stacks is not writing, he spends his time making fun TikToks,
traveling, being active with the youth in his community by coaching wrestling,
and helping in Young Life as a leader. In addition to his commitment to the
community, Ryan has taken his fitness career to new highs as a men’s physique
competitor - placing top 3 at the national level.
Author Links:
Ryan Stacks’ Facebook | Ryan Stacks’ IG | Ryan Stacks’ Twitter
Ryan Stacks’ Amazon | Ryan Stacks’ BookBub | Ryan Stacks’ Tik Tok
“You’re not a serial killer or ax murderer, are you?” She speaks up. I
want to laugh out loud, but I’m sure that won’t bode well with trying to get
her into my truck. But c’mon, who would admit that if they were? Surely, she
isn’t serious. She crosses her arms over her chest, and it takes everything in
me not to let my eyes follow. She’s actually waiting for an answer to that
ridiculous question.
“I can promise you I’m
not. My name is Huxley Lair, and I’m staying with my mother for a bit in
Marietta.” I don’t have to ask if she’s from Marietta. A beauty like her would
be well known around such a small town. I haven’t had time to scroll through my
list of prospects for sex because I’ve only been back in town for a few weeks,
but if she was any other woman, I’d definitely have a go at her. Too bad she is
off limits… saved by the job.
“Well, thank you for
your generosity, mister. My name is Goddess. I guess a ride would be nice.” The
way she says ride has my mind taking a trip straight to the gutter. I need to
snap out of this lust. I’m quite aware of what her name is, but I continue to
play my part— the stranger who happened to find her along the road.
I recently featured an excerpt and a giveaway for Big Shot by Kirsten Weiss! Today I share my review of this new cozy mystery!
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He led her into an empty dressing room and kicked the door shut behind them. Trapped. In the Wolf’s den? Ha. It was a large room, two walls taken up by vanity mirrors and counters cluttered with makeup, guitar picks, booze bottles, overflowing ashtrays. Smoke and mirrors. Far too apt, as metaphors went.
Madelynn spun away from her doubled reflection, bracing herself for disappointment. “May I have my locket back, please, Mr. Wolf?”
“Always so proper, aren’t you, darlin’?” He prowled toward her, and she tilted her head back, refusing to be intimidated by his damnable rock star swagger. “Even when you’d rather tell off a bloke. Especially when you’d rather tell off a bloke.”
She gave him the same sharp-edged smile her mother had perfected when dealing with reporters. He looked her over, and she resisted an urge to tug at the lapels of her blazer. Not like he could see anything—the silk camisole she wore barely revealed her collarbone, much less any cleavage.
Sloan dug in a pocket and retrieved not a small box, but rather the locket on its chain. Her gaze fixed on his fingers as he held it up to the lights. His large hand should have looked clumsy, clutching the delicate chain, but instead, his fingers looked deft, graceful. Something within her caught with a half-painful lurch.
She held out her hand, but he moved behind her. Madelynn half-turned, frowning up at him. “What—?”
“Hold still.”
As if spellbound, she watched in the wall of mirrors as he fastened the necklace, his fingers skimming her nape. Shivers rippled across her scalp, down her spine.
Kirsten Weiss is back with one of her fun cozy mysteries! Check out an excerpt from Big Shot and then follow the tour for more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
I crossed to the oversized corkscrew and passed what had to be the world’s tiniest apothecary shop. At the giant coffee pot, I crossed the street to the park where I’d once played. I made a game of racing around the enormous, metal mushrooms.
Jogging across Main Street to the cannery, I slowed at the world’s biggest can of peas. My thudding heartbeat turned heavy.
A man in a simple gray wool coat lay sprawled against the giant green-and-white can, and my heart turned leaden. So Nowhere had homeless people too.
I hesitated before walking toward him. The temp had dropped pretty low last night. And he had no blanket. I didn’t want to wake a sleeping man, especially one who might be under the influence. And he’d have to be on something to curl up against the can like a dragon around its treasure.
Then I saw the knife . I stopped short and sucked in my breath.
He wasn’t a homeless man.
He wasn’t sleeping.
He was dead.
I just realized it's been a while since we've had a good horror book featured here! So please welcome back author Kevin R. Doyle and enjoy this excerpt from The Litter! And then follow the tour for more. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
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“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Pam said.
“Still think it was a dog?” her partner asked.
“What else could it have been? It doesn’t take the ME over there to know that this guy’s been all chewed up.”
“What I’m getting at is it may not have been a single animal.”
“Come again? Are you thinking of a pack or something?”
“Well,” Gonzales said, “just looking at it . . .” He waved his arm in the direction of the mess on the pavement.
“That’s insane, Enrico. Who the hell ever heard of a pack of dogs attacking people in the middle of a city?”
“You ever hear of one dog doing anything that even remotely looks like that?”
“What about rats?” she asked the older cop, fearful he would laugh in her face.
“I actually thought of that myself for a moment there. It’s not the most far-fetched of possibilities.”
“No?”
“Not at all. Once, I saw what was left of an old wino eaten by rats, back when I’d been on the force not much longer than you have. But that was a guy who’d crawled under the porch of a house, probably trying to escape the weather. Besides, long ago as it’s been, from what I remember, that body didn’t look anything like this.”
“No, huh?”
“Not really, no. It looked more like he’d been nibbled on till he was worn down to practically nothing.”
Pam pointed towards the corpse.
“That’s not a bunch of nibbles,” she said.
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Somewhere in the town, a clock struck the hour, bonging dolefully. Harry felt each strike in his chest, counting down the time they had left. He saw the realization dawn in Sorcha’s eyes, as well. God, he wanted to keep talking, nestled together like an old married couple on a Saturday morning, unhurried and easy. He wanted to just keep holding her, here, where no one could find them. He wanted more time.
“We don’t have it, Harry,” she said, as if hearing him. “We had this, though. It will keep me, I promise. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect memory. A more gentle or considerate lover.”
“I didn’t have any violent thoughts,” he mused, surprised that he hadn’t even worried about it before now.
Sorcha didn’t move. “I’ll tell the bean tighe thank you for you.”
“That’s all it took? Some herbs?”
“A temporary measure, Harry. We have to think about getting the rest of this day done.”
For a second all he could do was hold her as tightly as he could. Damn, where had those tears come from again? Harry Wyatt never wept. Not when his parents died, not when he’d realized what kind of condition they’d left his world in. Not when his gran had lost her legs, or he’d lost his chance to spend his days wandering the moors and glens he loved so much.
“We’ll get the day done,” he said. “I have some food coming up first. You need some nourishment.”
She actually chuckled. “Sure, after the exercise I’ve just had, I should think so.”
“Will I ever see you again after this?”
She went very still. He kept his hold on her, wrapping himself around her so that he could stay skin to skin with her, as if that would imprint her on his memory any better.
“Do you think it wise?” she asked. “Since I can’t stay and you can’t go?”
He closed his eyes and pulled her head to his chest. And for a long while he just inhaled her, cinnamon and honey and wildflowers. He satisfied himself with the silk of her body in his arms. He pretended they had all the time in the world.
