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Release Boost: Divine Hart by Heather Shere

 

 

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Title: Divine Hart

Author: Heather Shere
Genre: New Adult/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2018

 

 

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Being a poor kid in a rich town was tough. When you're a skater boy from a dusty trailer park, they see you as nothing more than a desert rat. Despite this, Preston Hart knew what he wanted…she was his world. But could he ever be the man she deserved? He didn't believe he was worthy. That was his weakness and weaknesses could be exploited. When he was offered the chance to make something of his life, he knew the cost might be too high. But faced with losing everything he held dear, he took the helping hand; however, everything comes at price and Preston paid dearly.

 

Being a rich girl in a rich town should have been easy. But when you’re the daughter of an influential businessman who traded your silver spoon for his belt buckle, money couldn’t buy happiness, it could only buy the makeup to hide the bruises. Despite this, Skye Divine had found her solace…he was her world. But he abandoned her when she needed him most and without him, she faced a choice: run for her life or stay in the desert and die.

 

She’d made it this far on her own and while her life might be falling apart, she’d rather be homeless and starving than go back home. But when her luck finally runs out, she may be left with no option.

Then two worlds unexpectedly collide and this time? The tables have turned.

 


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AUTHOR BIO

 

Heather Shere is a wife of twenty some odd years and wants you to know that you get less for murder. She’s also the mother of two adult shaped kids, who she thinks she messed up just enough to make them highly successful individuals, who are also hilarious.

 

She has a masters degree in snark and nothing entertains her more than someone who can word battle with her. She considers herself an awesome cook and an expert baker but wants to eat out most days, however nothing is made ‘the right way’ unless she makes it herself.

 

When she gets bored she likes to tinker with different hobbies like crocheting, scrapbooking, stamping and card making. Her newest and most fulfilling passion is writing and she welcomes you into the deep dark depths of her mind.


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Website: http://www.heathershere.com


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Release Blitz: Divine Hart by Heather Shere

 

RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Divine Hart
Author: Heather Shere
Genre: New Adult/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2018

 

 

BLURB

Being a poor kid in a rich town was tough. When you're a skater boy from a dusty trailer park, they see you as nothing more than a desert rat. Despite this, Preston Hart knew what he wanted…she was his world. But could he ever be the man she deserved? He didn't believe he was worthy. That was his weakness and weaknesses could be exploited. When he was offered the chance to make something of his life, he knew the cost might be too high. But faced with losing everything he held dear, he took the helping hand; however, everything comes at price and Preston paid dearly.

 

Being a rich girl in a rich town should have been easy. But when you’re the daughter of an influential businessman who traded your silver spoon for his belt buckle, money couldn’t buy happiness, it could only buy the makeup to hide the bruises. Despite this, Skye Divine had found her solace…he was her world. But he abandoned her when she needed him most and without him, she faced a choice: run for her life or stay in the desert and die.

 

She’d made it this far on her own and while her life might be falling apart, she’d rather be homeless and starving than go back home. But when her luck finally runs out, she may be left with no option.

 

Then two worlds unexpectedly collide and this time? The tables have turned.

 


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AUTHOR BIO

 

Heather Shere is a wife of twenty some odd years and wants you to know that you get less for murder. She’s also the mother of two adult shaped kids, who she thinks she messed up just enough to make them highly successful individuals, who are also hilarious.

 

She has a masters degree in snark and nothing entertains her more than someone who can word battle with her. She considers herself an awesome cook and an expert baker but wants to eat out most days, however nothing is made ‘the right way’ unless she makes it herself.

 

When she gets bored she likes to tinker with different hobbies like crocheting, scrapbooking, stamping and card making. Her newest and most fulfilling passion is writing and she welcomes you into the deep dark depths of her mind.

 


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Website: http://www.heathershere.com


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Two people who belong together must come honest with their pasts.

Divine Hart - Heather Shere

This story was an emotional roller coaster for me. I loved Skye and Preston, their love for each other, and how they wanted to protect each other. Their combined pasts had me in tears as they dealt with their issues. My heart felt for these two and made the book harder to put down. Thank goodness for happy endings as no deserved one like these two. I recommend this book.

I received an ARC of this book through Give Me Books Promotions, and this is my unsolicited review.

Cover Reveal: Ravished River by Lindsay Cross

 

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Title: Ravished River
A Mercy & Mayhem Series Novel
Author: Lindsay Cross
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Kari March Designs
Release Date: November 6, 2018

 

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As a Special Forces operative, Aaron Spears treated relationships like Tangos. He’d seen the wreckage of his Task Force brothers' attempts and had no desire to put any woman through the hardship. He had one purpose – serve his country and protect his teammates. Then Celine Latimer walked into his life and turned his world upside down.

Celine Latimer thought she’d hit the jackpot when hunky SF operative Aaron Spears asked her to accompany him to the high-profile wedding of Senator Cotter’s daughter. They’d get to spend two weeks together while Aaron pulled guard duty for Caroline Cotter and Celine intended to use every spare minute, seducing the man she’d had a crush on for over a year.

 

The time and place proved to be more of a barrier than either of them realized. With his commander watching his every move, Aaron couldn’t afford to show any weakness. That meant ignoring Celine.

 

Rejected and hurt, Celine packed to leave only to be caught in a kidnapping plot against the Senator. Here she sat, in a hut in the Middle East, waiting on a rescue that may never come.

 

He'd sworn to protect and he'd failed. Now Aaron lived for one purpose- to rescue the woman he lost before she’s sold into slavery and spend the rest of his life making her see how much he loves her.

 


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EXCERPT

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Camp Eagle Claw, classified location Afghanistan…

 

The Afghanistan desert would have made the devil himself sweat, not that the devil was brave enough to set up headquarters in this godforsaken land. Only the United States Special Forces would be sick enough to pick the meanest valley in the Middle East as its home away from home.


Even the insects were AWOL. The only creatures crawling across the sand were the death dealers – scorpions, snakes and Special Forces.


Operative Aaron Speirs, assistant medical sergeant and weapons expert, bent over and gripped the metal bar in front of him, working on his fourth set of dead lifts in the spotted shade provided by the camo net over Task Force Scorpions, TF-S, camp.


Up, down. Three hundred ninety-five pounds, nearly twice his bodyweight an extreme amount guaranteed to give him arthritis by retirement but he wasn't worried about that since most men in the Teams didn't live to see their fiftieth birthday. Sweat ran in rivulets down his shirtless chest, dropped to the scorched earth with a sizzle and evaporated instantly.


Up, down. One more round of lifts and he might fall out from weariness, which was exactly what he intended. He couldn't stop thinking about Celine Latimer with her perfect platinum hair and soulful eyes. He couldn’t forget the taste of her strawberry flavored lip gloss or the fact that it was his fault she’d been kidnapped.


Up, down. Another lift. Aaron's exhausted muscles screamed in protest, but he kept moving, ignoring the pain.


Why had he turned her away?


Because he knew what would happen if he let himself care about her – he’d lose her just like he’d lost his mother.


He yanked the weight up hard. How many people had to die before he learned his lesson?


He’d buried his mom ten years ago, someone else had dug the grave but he’d put her there. The memories crashed into him. Her blank stare when he’d found her on the bathroom floor, blood flooding from her wrists. Dammit, how could have been so blind? If only he’d been paying closer attention…


Aaron ground his teeth together and held the ungodly weight high, fighting the cold seeping into his chest. But no matter how hard he tried to resist another image flashed. Shane falling to his death in that ambush, his scream cut off when he hit the ground.


Celine.


The hurt in her eyes when he’d cold shouldered her…all because he couldn’t face the fact he’d been unable to hold his vow to never do to a woman what his father did to his mother.


Now they were all gone. Guilt bread and multiplied in him, taking over everything else.


“Dammit, Speirs, drop the weight before you crush your spine.” Ethan Slade, communications sergeant and Aaron’s best friend, strained under the weight of his bench press five feet away.


Aaron blinked the blinding brightness of the desert into focus, shoved the memories down and turned to Ethan with a blank expression.


Ethan racked his weight and shot upright. “Don’t give me that fucking look. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”


Aaron let the weight crash to the ground, ignored the sweat stinging his eyes and reached for the barbell again. “Giving up already?”


He had no intention of letting Ethan go at another one of his amateur counseling sessions.


Ethan ignored the barb and mopped the moisture from his face with a nearby towel. “You need to ease up, give yourself a break.”


“Celine’s not getting a break. Caroline’s not getting a break.” That dammed thought crept into his nightmares every single night.


“You drowning in guilt won’t save them either.” Ethan tossed the towel on the bench and stood.


He stood, pulling the bar up with him. “Who said anything about guilt? I’m out for revenge. Cold and simple. Guilt hasn’t got anything to do with it.”


Ethan strode to Aaron’s gym back and yanked out Aaron’s BDU jacket. “Really?” He ripped open the front pocket and pulled out two photos. “Then why do you carry their pictures over your heart?”


Ethan held the pictures up right in Aaron’s line of vision. His mom’s sad smile mocked him. The one screen shot he’d taken with Celine taunted him.


“Fuck you.”


Those pictures were the ghosts that haunted him daily for his fuck up.


Ethan didn’t relent, instead he shoved their faces closer. “You couldn’t have done anything to stop it, bro. She wanted to go after you dad left.”


His dad didn’t leave. He died. He took his thousandth fucking mission, ground his mother’s heart into their gravel driveway and never came home.


A growl built in his throat. “Drop it.”


“Stop blaming yourself.” Ethan’s voice dropped and he let the photo’s fall into Aaron’s bag. “Your mother wasn’t your fault back then and Celine’s not your fault now.”


Aaron slowly lowered the weight this time, allowing his comment to pass without reaction. His teammate was wrong on both counts. He’d seen the clues in his mom. She’d started with the drinking first and then the anti-depressants. And then he’d gone and done exactly what his dad had done before he was killed in action, he’d left.


Just like he would always do.


He’d devoted his life to the Teams. His country. His brothers in arms.


A life in the special forces was not life for a relationship. His firsthand experience with the disaster of his parents failed attempt was enough to keep him forever away from giving his heart to any woman other than the Statue of Liberty.


He was man enough to admit that he’d been week with Celine. She’d been the first woman who’d ever tempted him from his duties. He’d actually thought about more than a one night stand with her – he’d envisioned a future together. And because he’d given into that weakness, she’d been taken by the one man who could do the most damage.


Ethan would never understand, he had his woman. Kate was safe and sound, waiting on him to return home. At least until she wasn’t. “Let it go.”


“Not until you do.” Ethan faced off with him, hands balled into fists at his side.


Aaron straightened, for one second letting the pain show in his expression. “When Kate dies because of you, come talk to me about letting go.”


Ethan threw his hands up in the air and stomped over the weight bench. “Your mom’s gone, man. Celine’s not. You’ve still got a chance.”


“Not if I don’t find her.” Not even then. He hadn’t learned before but he had now. Fate had given him one chance – she wouldn’t allow another one. He’d find Celine, deliver her safely home and walk the hell away before he did more damage than he’d already done.


Ethan shot him a look of quiet anger. “We.”


“What?”


“We will find them. You’re not the only one on this team. We were all there when Celine and Caroline were kidnapped, in case you’ve forgotten.” Ethan fell back on the bench and lifted the barbell straight over his chest with a grunt. “If you aren’t willing to let go of the guilt, at least realize you don’t have the corner market on it.”


Aaron stared at him, testing his friend’s words, allowing them to roll around in his mind. Maybe with Shane, their teammate, he wasn’t alone in the feeling. They’d all fell for the ambush – set up by their very own CIA liaison. TF-S had moved in without question to motivation and still hadn’t realized they’d snuck right into a trap until they were right in the middle of a shit storm of combatants.


What about Celine? Could he share the blame of her kidnapping with them?


Hell, no he couldn’t. He hadn’t told Ethan about sleeping with her or about the fact he’d left his post because he couldn’t stay away from her. Only their commander, Colonel Grey, knew that he’d given in to the insurmountable temptation of Celine Latimer. He’d broken his vow to his mother that he’d never put a woman through her hell in one scorching night of passion that had permanently seared his soul.


Ethan snorted. “You’re skull’s as thick as that metal bar.”


Aaron grunted gratefully at Ethan’s change in conversation. His limit for talking about his failures had been reached a week ago. “Can’t argue that.”


“I can’t believe it.”


“What?”


“You agreed with me. What’s that – like the second time since we’ve been over here?” Ethan said.


“Quit with the chick talk and start talking about how we are going to gut J and I’ll talk all day.” Aaron emphasized the we just for Ethan’s benefit.


He could feel Ethan rolling his eyes. “I get it. No more talking about anything but the mission.”


“And killing Mr. J.,” Aaron finished for him.


“We’ll find them. We’ve already narrowed their location down to this area of the desert.”


“You mean this hundred-square mile radius of ISA loyalists protecting our old liaison? Mr. J wants nothing more than to make us pay.”


The Islamic State of Afghanistan, the lead terrorist organization in the world, along with the help of Mr. J, was responsible for kidnapping Caroline Cotter during her high-profile wedding to General Rainer. A relationship crafted in the hallways of JSOC themselves and a bargain struck between the senator in command of JSOC and his four-star General. It was a match made in Department of Defense, DOD, heaven.


Senator Cotter would take complete control of JSOC with the General at his side, carrying out his tasks. “You get the feeling the whole wedding was orchestrated by Mr. J?”


Task Force Scorpion’s former CIA liaison turned traitor. Caroline Cotter had been the bait to seal the deal and Celine Latimer had been collateral damage.


Ethan said, “Or it was a deal Mr. J couldn’t afford to allow to go down.”


Aaron paused mid-air. “You think he wanted to stop it?”


Ethan shrugged and racked his bar. “Makes sense, why else kidnap her before the wedding could take place?”


“You talk to the commander about this?”


“Yeah. He said he’d starting kinda thinking the same thing. But without proof, the girls or J, we won’t know anything for sure.”


Aaron grabbed his towel and wiped his face. He’d been so focused on his failure he’s never stopped to consider that J wasn’t pulling the strings, but trying to cut them. “It should never have gone down like that.”


“Exactly. The senator vetted his own security. He pulled us in for extra detail, that’s it,” Ethan said.


“It was a cake mission. How hard could it be to pull security at Caroline’s wedding?”

He’d gotten complacent. He should never have taken Senator Cotter’s word that he’d fully vetted his own staff. Aaron grabbed the bar, needing the physical exertion to tame the internal battle.


If he’d approached the mission with the same intensity he did all others Celine might still be here.


Up, down. The barbell bowed under the heavyweights stacked onto the ends every time he lifted. He was going to make Celine's kidnapper bend like that, right before he snapped the bastard in half.


“You’re right, we knew better, but we both trusted the Senator. It was his fuck up, too, and his daughter that was kidnapped because of it,” Ethan said.


“Not just Caroline. Celine was kidnapped, too. Don’t forget her,” Aaron ground out, jaw clenched under the pressure of holding up the extreme weight and guilt.


“In case I need to remind you, my girlfriend, Kate, was almost taken. Don’t talk like I don’t understand, man. We nearly lost all of them.”


“I’m not, I just- I was the reason Celine was there in the first place,” Aaron said, careful to keep his emotions on the back burner.


“Yeah, so what? You invited her because you you’d vetted her and we needed a makeup artist and stylist we could trust. Someone who could be close to Caroline that we wouldn’t have to worry about. You were just doing your job.”


Oh, he did his job alright. He’d fully vetted Celine Latimer, but not as a stylist for the bride. “If you say so.”


He wanted her. He’d wanted her for nearly a year. He’d wanted her so bad he’d forgotten the cardinal rule – no relationships in the special forces. Not that he enjoyed one-night stands, but he wasn’t about to put a girl through the shit of being in a relationship with a man who was never there, or one who may never come home from a mission.


He’d seen the toll it took on his mother. Each and every time his dad left on a mission, Aaron would watch another batch of light in his mother’s eyes dim. Then the painful forced reunions with a man none of them knew anymore. Hell, his father didn’t know his wife and kids either and how could Aaron blame him for just doing his duty. He couldn’t fault his father for signing his life over to the military, but he could sure as hell make sure he never put a woman through that kind of pain. His dad didn’t come back from his last assignment. His mother lost it, broke apart into a million pieces. The one woman Aaron had loved above all others slipped right through his hands and took her own life.


He’d thought about blaming the military – but how could he? He blamed his father for falling in love and committing to a relationship he could never hold. No matter what, Aaron had vowed to never do that to a woman. Either they understood that they came to his bed for one night only or they didn’t come at all.


And that life creed had held him rock steady for his entire career – until Celine Latimer made him want more.


He wasn’t in the mood to talk about it anymore. Aaron dropped the heavy metal bar with a satisfying clank onto the concrete at his feet.


Ethan wiped the sweat from his face and dropped the soaked hand towel on a nearby metal chair. Their workout facility had the necessities. Water enough so they wouldn’t pass out from dehydration. Weights heavy enough to work off the steam. All the outdoor circulation the desert could provide.


Hell on earth.


They’d been stationed there for two weeks, searching and pulling recon non-stop.

They'd tapped all their contacts in the area, searched satellite photographs and even done some door-to-door searches only to come up with nothing. Not even a blip. It was as if the two women had vanished.


“I saw Hoyt and Jared pull in a few seconds ago. Let’s head back out. Who knows, maybe we’ll get a lead,” Ethan said.


Aaron left the barbell on the concrete pad for the next guy who needed to bend some metal. “Five minutes.”


After a quick shower and uniform change, the two checked in with the commander and then headed out on their knock and talk mission, which was a complete waste of time, but it was also their only hope for a lead right now.


“Just got a call from the rest of the team, they'll be here in the next hour. Top has some new intel he wants to show us.” Ethan pulled the Humvee to a stop at the end of Mississippi Street, in Shorawak, a medium sized town near the Afghanistan/Pakistan border. Square built white stone buildings lined the dirt road, some with metal doors and other with burlap covering the opening. Kids kicked soccer balls down the end, but stopped the second they got out of their Humvee.


“Looks like we weren’t expected.”


Ethan snorted. “We were expected, not welcomed.”. Mississippi was one of the safer streets to patrol, and one that they hadn’t covered yet in their door-to-door search for Caroline and Celine.


“OK,” Aaron got out of the Humvee, heading to the first door on the street. He banged hard, waited a sec and knocked again. A man answered, his gaunt face haggard with deprivation and dirt. Aaron held up the headshots of the girls. “You see them?”


“No.” The man slammed the door in his face and Aaron forced himself to back up a step and move down the street.


No had been the standard response from those who had any English vocabulary. Most of the time, they just got angry retorts in Farsi, followed by a door slam.


Ethan trailed behind, guarding Aaron’s back as he stopped at every single door on the street. They questioned twenty households on Mississippi and then moved on to Arkansas Street. When they reached the end of that, about fifty doors of no new news of the girls later, Aaron reached the end of his patience. “I hate not knowing.”


“Me, too, brother. Maybe the new intel will be something we can actually use,” Ethan scanned the now deserted street behind them, keeping his rifle at the ready.


“I’m letting you take the next one.” Aaron knocked on the beaten up green metal door. “I swear, if another asshole slams the door in my face, I’m gonna kick it down.” A man in a white tunic and pants answered, his gaze raking over Aaron a second before the man spit on Aaron’s boot.


Aaron gritted his teeth and held up the worn photos of the girls. His boots had been through worse shit than this. “Have you seen them?”


The man cursed and made to shut the door. Rage rode through Aaron on wings. He slammed a hand to the door and yanked the man out, pinning him to the wall. “You hear me? I asked you a question. Where are the girls?!”


The man threw his hands up, waving in front of his face and shouting back in Farsi, “Man nemefahmam. Man nemefahmam.”


Ethan grabbed Aaron’s shoulder, pulling him off the local. “He doesn’t know. What the hell are you doing?”


The man ran inside and locked the door. Ethan grabbed Aaron and threw him against the wall where the villager had been. “What’s going on, man? I know you, and this isn’t like you. And don’t give me another line of shit about how you feel guilty for screwing up the mission, because we all screwed that one up and you know it. We’ve all failed missions before and moved on. What’s eating you alive over this one?”


What was so different?


Maybe it was the fact that he’d cornered Celine in her bedroom and tried to devour her whole. Or maybe that she’d returned the favor full force in an explosion of passion neither of them had been prepared for. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that Aaron had thrown out his training and experience on pure instinct and lust. He’d known the digs of getting involved with Celine, or at least he’d thought he had. But once he’d had her, the moment he buried himself between her sweet, honey drenched thighs, he’d realized his mistake.


Celine Latimer was his one. The One. He wouldn’t be able to quit her after a one nighter. She was like a drug. Her kisses. Her moans. Her need for him.


And fuck all if he’d ended up killing her like his father killed his mother.


Colonel Grey walking in on them going at it like two teenagers in the back of his father’s car when Aaron should have been on patrol, was just the steel shovel to bury the relationship coffin.


Aaron had tucked tail and turned away from Celine, pointedly ignoring her for the rest of the week despite the wounded expression she shot him whenever they were in each other’s vicinity. “I should have paid better attention. It was my job to protect them.”


“And mine. And the Team. And the Secret Service.”


“But-”


“No buts.” Ethan kept him pinned. “You've been on edge since we got here and I've tried to stay out of it, but I'm not gonna sit back and watch you lose it. You've been taking chances lately; chances you never used to take.”


Celine was at the mercy of a murderer and in a den of monsters who treated women worse than dogs. They wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her. Bile clawed its way up his throat at the thought of another man's hands on her body.


“Just let it out, brother. Get whatever is eating you alive off your chest so we can get to work.” Ethan crossed his arms.


If he'd pushed harder, tried to pick him apart, Aaron might have clamped down, but the obvious concern in Ethan's voice broke through Aaron's wall of anger; straight through to his fear.


“Shit.” Aaron shoved a hand through his thick sweaty hair. “I'm trying, you know. I can't get her out of my mind long enough to concentrate. Every time I think about someone hurting her…” He wanted to punch something. To break something. To kill someone.
“I get it. You know I get it. But you got to find a way back to zero, brother. This edge you’re riding puts us all at risk.”


“I know you understand, but that doesn't stop the fact that Mr. J has them. We know that. He's already tried to murder our team twice. If he can find a way to use the girls against us, you know he will. We have to find them before it comes to that.”


Ethan put a hand on Aaron's shoulder. “We both know what Mr. J is capable of. Just like we both know that if you don't get your center back, Mr. J will win. Again. Your greatest weapon is your training. Take that rage filling up your insides right now and compress it into cold hard hate. You figure out a way to get it under control and we will find Mr. J and Celine. But you keep letting the anger rule your decisions instead of logic and you'll get us all killed.”


Aaron blew out a long sigh, knowing Ethan was right, but at a complete loss as to how to tame the raging beast inside him. “I know that’s what I need to do. I just don't know if I can.”


“Oh, you can, brother. Trust me. Just think about how good it's going to feel to put a bullet in Mr. J's skull. If it hadn't been for Mr. J, Shane might still be alive, and ISA sure as shit wouldn't have had the resources to attack us on our own soil.”


ISA made the Taliban look like amateurs. They had ambushed Task Force Scorpion's headquarters, nearly killing the entire team and their families. They'd turned Shane Carter, TF-S's first sniper, against his own team, resulting in Merc having to put a bullet in his teammate.


All that, and now Senator Cotter's daughter. “This is going to sound corny, but my instincts are telling me he's up to something else, something so twisted, we can’t even imagine it, but, dammit, I don't know if that's really my instincts or the fact that I'm scared to death he's going to hurt Celine.”


Ethan went silent. Finally, he took a step back and gave Aaron a look of dawning horror. “That’s it. This was not a random kidnapping – Caroline Cotter's father is head of Joint Special Operations Command, JSOC. The general she was supposed to marry was in charge of the Special Forces. If Mr. J can get control of those men, he'll be able to manipulate United States SF to do his bidding and the forces would think they were just following orders.”


Aaron froze, the truth of Ethan's words way too possible. “If Senator Cotter puts in orders to deploy an attack and the general signs off, it will look totally legit.”


Ethan nodded, “He could order the takeover of a small country and make it look like it happened with the blessing of the United States.”


The words sunk deep and heavy in Aaron's gut, pulling the plug on his fury as a heavy dread settled over him. “If Cotter really worships his daughter above all else, he'll do whatever Mr. J demands to ensure her safety.”


Aaron, on the other hand, was the only one who worshipped Celine Latimer.

Unfortunately for her, the desires of an expendable Special Forces agent didn’t bear a whole lotta weight when it came to striking a deal with the devil.

 

 


AUTHOR BIO

 

Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams - a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband's deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation.


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Book Tour: the Breakdown series, All the Lies by Peggy Webb

 

Breakdown Series
by Debra Webb, Vicki Hinze, Peggy Webb and Regan Black


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GENRE: Suspense

 

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SERIES BLURB:

 

BREAKDOWN is a unique and groundbreaking four-book suspense series that will keep you turning pages until the killer is finally exposed.

 

In this explosive new miniseries, the idyllic community of Shutter Lake, nestled in the peaceful Sierra Nevada Mountains, is rocked by a shocking murder. Four women, friends who moved to the area to find healing and solace, must now dig deep and overcome the scars of past troubles to find a ruthless killer.

 

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BOOK BLURB:

 

All the Lies, BREAKDOWN Book 3 by Peggy Webb

 

THE BREAKDOWN BROADENS... Julia Ford was once famous globally for investigative journalism until the story she was covering went so wrong and an unthinkable act put her on the run. She sought refuge in idyllic Shutter Lake, took a job as lifestyle reporter for the local paper and remained hidden in plan sight for five years...until murder snuffed out Sylvia Cole, the young woman who knew too much.

 

With Sylvia's killer still on the loose, another girl missing and Julia's past showing up in the form of FBI Special Agent Richards, Julia begins a search that uncovers an evil spreading throughout Shutter Lake. Her last encounter with evil ripped her life apart. But this one could destroy some of the town's most prominent citizens and tear down Shutter Lake's very foundation. How far will she go to expose the deadly secrets in a once-perfect town built on lies?

 

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EXCERPT:

 

 

Julia continued her cyber search and her note taking in the methodical, from-the-ground-up manner that had served her well in her days of investigative journalism. With a jolt she realized she’d missed this. Periodically her former editor emailed or called to lure her back. He wanted her full-time again in Chicago. Lately, he’d said he would settle for free-lance in Shutter Lake.

 

Big stories, though. Not her current life-style pablum. His words, not hers.

 

It wasn’t until her stomach rumbled that she realized she’d missed supper, whatever that was. Probably soup from a can.

 

She also noticed that her curtains were still wide open to a sky turned deep velvet. Forbidding. The only light in the room came from her computer screen and the nightlight plugged in behind a glass-top table.


Julia sprang up so fast she almost toppled her chair, a nearly impossible feat considering it was on a swivel base. Her heart raced as she flew around her house closing curtains against the darkness, checking locks on windows and doors against anything evil that lurked in the shadows…and most of all, making certain all her nightlights were burning.

 

When she felt the almost-forgotten beginnings of a panic attack coming on, Julia reminded herself she was in the here and now, not back in the nightmare that had sent her running so hard and fast it took the edge of a continent and the Pacific Ocean to stop her. Though, practically speaking, she wasn’t close enough to see the ocean without a considerable drive.

 

“Not today, you don’t.” She rubbed her forehead then took a deep breath, consciously relaxed her clenched jaw and waited.

 

Nothing. Good.

 

She made a rude gesture though nobody could possibly see, not with those blackout curtains on every window. Then she marched into her kitchen and opened a can of tomato soup. Plain. No frills. She loved cooking and she particularly loved experimenting, but tonight she was in no mood to add butter and real cream. Or maybe cream cheese with a touch of dill.

 

Julia ate her soup standing up, still tense, ever vigilant, turning her head toward every sound. The high-pitched voices of the nine-year-old twin boys next door, arguing with their mother about coming inside to eat. The metallic clang of a metal garbage can across her back fence. The sound of an engine, slowing as it entered the neighborhood and then stopped.

 

So close. Next door?

 

Her adrenaline surged as she crept toward the front of her house. The sound outside her door tipped her closer toward the edge of panic. Footsteps, definitely. Her friends never showed up without calling first. They knew better.

 

Had her past finally caught up with her? Was another dark horror waiting just beyond her door, taunting her that this time there would be no escape?

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Peggy Webb, USA Today bestselling author, has penned more than 80 books in multiple genres and is the most prolific writer the state of Mississippi has ever produced. She also writes as Elaine Hussey. Her acclaimed novel, The Sweetest Hallelujah, garnered praise from critics who dubbed her one of the “Southern literary greats” and compared her to Harper Lee. Peggy holds an M.A. from the University of Mississippi and is a former adjunct instructor of writing at Mississippi State University (2004-2005). A gifted musician and actress, Peggy loves taking the stage at Tupelo Community Theater, singing in a 60-voice church choir and playing her vintage baby grand.

 

Social Media Links for Peggy Webb:


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Purchase link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FS51LHD

 

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Book Blast: Shadow's Way by Barbara Frances

 

 

SHADOW'S WAY
by Barbara Frances

 

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GENRE:
Suspense


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BLURB:

 

Prepare to be spellbound. Barbara Frances' long-awaited third novel, “Shadow's Way,” takes you to the coastal, deep South, where the past and the present mingle in a gothic tale of insanity, murder, and sexual intrigue.

 

You'll meet the beautiful Elaine Chauvier, former actress and proprietor of Shadow's Way, her family's antebellum home; the esteemed Archbishop Andre Figurant and his fallen identical twin, Bastien; newly arrived Ophelia and Rudy, here to explore their Chauvier roots and their ties to Shadow's Way; and the mysterious Madame Claudine. Under a veneer of piety and graciousness, i.e., the questions: What is good? What is evil? What is reality?

 

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Excerpt:


The first encounter Ofelia had had with her sister’s unbridled cruelty occurred within weeks after her arrival. She had been in the breakfast area arranging flowers where she could easily hear Elaine’s raised voice in the next room. “Lily Mae, that half-breed sister of mine is just like her mother, a regular whore. She, too, is breaking up a nice family.

That man she’s seeing is the father of two lovely girls, just like my father was.”

 

For several seconds Ofelia held the vase with shaking hands. This was intentional. Elaine knew where she was. Ofelia stomped into the dining room and smashed the costly vase at Elaine’s feet. Shards of glass flew in all directions while water ran into the cracks of the hardwood floor. Elaine jumped back with a slight scream. Fresh flowers were scattered around her shoes.

 

Ofelia picked up a large piece of glass and pointed it at Elaine. “Don’t you ever, ever call my mother that again, or I swear to God I’ll scar up that pasty white face of yours.” Elaine was more frightened than she had ever been. “You can call me a whore if that makes you feel superior, but don’t ever again call my mother that. You understand, you mean disgusting bitch.”

 

Staggering back a step or two, Ofelia dropped the shard stunned by the fierceness within her. “You bring out the worst in people,” she snarled in Elaine’s face and walked steadily out of the room, feeling that a kindred wolf spirit was within her.

 

Two chapters available at http://shadowsway.com/chapters.html

 

 

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Author Bio and Links:

 

Barbara Frances has plenty of stories and a life spent acquiring them. Growing up Catholic on a small Texas farm, her childhood ambition was to become a nun. In ninth grade she entered a boarding school in Our Lady of the Lake Convent as an aspirant, the first of several steps before taking vows. On graduation, however, she passed up the nun’s habit for a college degree in English and Theatre Arts. Her professors were aghast when she declined a PhD program in order to become a stewardess, but Barbara never looked back. “In the Sixties, a stewardess was a glamorous occupation.” Her career highlights include dating a very gentlemanly Chuck Berry and “opening the bar” for a planeload of underage privates on their way to Vietnam.

 

Marriage, children, school teaching and divorce distracted her from storytelling, but one summer she and a friend coauthored a screenplay. “I never had such fun! I come from a family of storytellers. Relatives would come over and after dinner everyone would tell tales. Sometimes they were even true.” The next summer Barbara wrote a screenplay solo. Contest recognition, an agent and three optioned scripts followed but, weary of fickle producers and endless rewrites, she turned to novels. Shadow’s Way is her third book. Her first, Lottie’s Adventure, is aimed at young readers. Her second, Like I Used To Dance, is a family saga set in 1950’s rural Texas. Barbara’s fans can be thankful she passed up convent life for one of stories and storytelling. She and her husband Bill live in Austin, Texas.

 

Barbara welcomes questions or comments about Shadow’s Way at barb@barbarafrances.com

 

http://shadowsway.com


http://barbarafrances.com

 

Buy the book at https://www.amazon.com/Shadows-Way-Barbara-Frances-ebook/dp/B07FZ895H1/ref=sr_1_1

 

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Steamy read, but was also an emotional read for me.

Bad Medicine - Red L. Jameson

For me, this story started off as a good book. As I kept turning the pages, I became more engrossed in the story. The ending had me in tears, both sad and happy, probably for the last 20 pages. Asha Whitetail and Ian Ryder were two people who believed they were broken because of their pasts. A strong connection between them led to honesty, love, and self-healing. The vulnerability of this couple made my heart hurt, and it was a very satisfying ending. This is a very steamy story, and I highly recommend this story.

I received an ARC of this story as a gift, and this is my unsolicited review.

Good story, focus could have stayed more on the main couple.

The Conundrum of a Clerk - Linda Rae Sande

I enjoyed this story. Two people who have survived war find they can still find love despite their injuries. Daisy and Teddy are trying to adjust to their new lives, and with the help of friends, they find themselves working together and learning to appreciate the other. Their pain and loneliness was obvious, and I was glad for their happiness. There was a bit too much story devoted to the secondary characters from previous stories, but it was nice to see them again.

I received an ARC of this story through Candid Book Reviews, and this is my unsolicited review.

A passion for dance brings two different people together. Loved it!

The Duke's Fallen Angel - Amy Jarecki

This story kept me turning the pages. I loved Bri's grace and innocence, and her determination to find out about her past. Drake was a bit of a bully in the beginning, but he grew on me. Once he realized what was important, he showed his true colors. There are several wonderful secondary characters, as well as a couple not-so-nice ones. I felt the love of dance through both Bri and Drake's eyes and feelings. I highly recommend this story.

This is my unsolicited review.

Gothic romance with spirits, mediums, and secrets. Nice read.

The SEcrets of Chateau Swansea - R.C. Matthews

I found this story very intriguing. I love a good ghost story, spirits, familial pasts, and this story gave me that. I enjoyed watching as Arthur came to believe in Maribeth's abilities. Maribeth was a great foil for him. This was a good story, and I recommend this story.

I received an ARC of this story from the author, and this is my unsolicited review.

Two people try to keep emotion out of their relationship

No Obligation Required - Kelly Jamieson

I enjoyed this story a lot. Having two people tell this story was interesting. Scarlet Chase and Aiden Snow helped the characters come to life. This was Bailey and Mason's story, second in the series. Two people who do not feel they deserve or have time for a relationship find they actually cannot control things that much. Despite his reservations, Mason was a wonderful person but once in a while became someone I did not like. He seemed real as he fought his emotions, someone to relate to. I loved Bailey's determination and duty to family. Between the two of them, their pasts definitely made me cry as things came to light. I highly recommend this story.

I received a copy of this audiobook as a gift, and this is my unsolicited review.

Book Blast: And Then He Was Gone by Joan Hall Hovey

 

And Then He Was Gone
by Joan Hall Hovey

 

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GENRE: Suspense, Thriller

 

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BLURB:

 

And Then He Was Gone

 

WHERE IS ADAM?

 

Julie Raynes’ husband is missing. Devastated and confused, she refuses to believe that he would leave her voluntarily, though her best friend thinks differently. However, her Aunt Alice, a psychic, tells her Adam has been murdered, and when she reveals how she knows this, any hope that Adam is still alive, dissipates.

 

The police also believe that Adam Raynes was murdered. And Julie is their prime suspect. Her life in ruins, Julie vows to hunt down whoever is responsible for Adam’s murder and make them pay for their crime.

 

In the meantime, David Gray, a young man who was pulled from a lake by a fisherman when he was 9 years old, wakens from a coma after nearly two decades. Unknown to Julie, Adam and David share a dark connection, a darkness that threatens to devour them both.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Read the first chapter: http://www.joanhallhovey.com/432547197

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Writing gives me a sense of achievement and satisfaction that nothing else does. (Except having my babies.) And that's not a bad analogy, if not an original one. Holding your published book in your hands, (especially that first one), running your fingers over its smooth cover, tracing your name there - is heady stuff! These days of course, knowing my readers are downloading my books onto their Kindles and ipads and Kobos, and so on is just as great. For me, a dream come true, even though it's been awhile since I wrote my first book.

 

I am drawn to explore the dark side of humanity, and my intention is to give the reader a roller coaster ride that will resonate long after the last word is read. I know that I am truly blessed to be permitted to work every day at what I most love and need to do. I think you appreciate it even more when you've had to go to those awful 9 to 5 jobs you hated, because the bills have to be paid. And I've had my share of them over the years -- hulling strawberries, waiting tables, grading eggs... (top that one). A couple of those jobs have left scars. I've been stalked by a psychotic customer when I was selling 'CAA'. (Canada's version of 'AAA'.) I've been chased around the desk by a so-called pillar of society while working as a secretary. But while I wouldn't want to repeat it, I wouldn't take back a single moment of any of it. All is 'grist' for the writer's mill.

 

The next best thing is hearing from my readers. You have been so generous in your comments, so kind to take the time in your own busy lives to write to me. Telling me that my novels kept you up all night, or that you couldn't put the book down is music to my ears, and keep me going in the dark times that come to all writers, while I find my way about in the unknown, unlit territory of that next book.

 

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In addition to her critically award-winning suspense novels including And Then he was Gone and The Deepest Dark, Joan Hall Hovey's articles and short stories have appeared in such diverse publications as The Toronto Star, Atlantic Advocate, Seek, Home Life Magazine, Mystery Scene, The New Brunswick Reader, Fredericton Gleaner, New Freeman and Kings County Record. Her short story Dark Reunion was selected for the anthology investigating Women, Published by Simon & Pierre.

 

Ms. Hovey has held workshops and given talks at various schools and libraries in her area, including New Brunswick Community College, and taught a course in creative writing at the University of New Brunswick. For a number of years, she has been a tutor with Winghill School, a distance education school in Ottawa for aspiring writers.She is a member of the Writer's Federation of New Brunswick, past regional Vice-President of Crime Writers of Canada and International Thriller Writers.

 

Her books are available at most online book stores, including Amazon, B&N, Kobo, and more. Check out her website at http://wwwjoanhallhovey.com

 

She lives in Saint John, NB, in an uptown building over 100 years old, with her cat Bella. Aside from writing (and reading of course) She enjoys playing piano and spending time with her grandson. She is presently at work on her latest suspense novel.

 

Her novels include:

 

And Then he was Gone
The Deepest Dark
The Abduction of Mary Rose
Tragic Spawn
Night Corridor
Chill Waters
Nowhere To Hide
Listen to the Shadows

 

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Then-He-Was-Gone-ebook/dp/B01NBANC1Q

 

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GIVEAWAY:

 

Joan Hall Hovey will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

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Book Blast: Skin Deep by Michelle Hanson

 

Skin | Deep
by Michelle Hanson

 

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GENRE: Contemporary, Romantic Suspense (LGBT)

 

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BLURB:

 

Detective Sergeant Lena Evans gets recognized on the streets of her hometown of West Joseph, Ohio. She’s a reluctant local celebrity, having defeated serial killer Lathan Collins.

 

Now, as the one-year anniversary of the Collins case nears, four more women have been brutally murdered—and the killer is sending video footage of their deaths directly to Lena’s inbox.

 

The investigation brings Lena face-to-face with her past: the Collins case, her celebrity status, her lingering PTSD—and the first woman she ever loved, Special Agent Cait Porter, who’s just been assigned to the case.

 

The killer gives Lena five days to figure out who he is. But the closer she gets to finding him, the more likely it is that she’ll become his fifth victim.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

The rattle of the restraint echoed within the room as I dragged my leg closer to my chest. The long chain scraped against the cement ground as I brought my knee under my chin. I gripped the sturdy cuff and squeezed at the hinge. The dim light reflected off the metal cuff, sending streams of light rays against the wall. I placed my thumb over the keyhole and pressed down. The small groove imprinted in my thumb, and I ran my index finger over the impression.

 

It was a standard cuff, the kind my department used when transporting convicts. It wasn’t easy to pick the lock, but it was certainly possible. All I needed was something to pry the lock with. A Bobby pin or a pair of tweezers. Anything flat and slender.

Instinctually, I reached for my gun—but it, along with the holster, was gone. My badge and cell phone were missing from my back pockets too.

 

I checked my pockets knowing it was pointless. If he took my badge and gun, then he took anything else I had on me. I slid my hand inside the breast pocket of my black blazer. Then in my pants pockets. I frisked myself in the hope that maybe there was something viable I could use. But nothing. I had nothing.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

MICHELLE HANSON is a writer, director, producer, and photographer. She writes detective novels so her degree in Criminology can be put to good use. Michelle is an avid fan of the horror genre, and spends most of her free time volunteering at a local theatre. Her photography has been published in newspapers and online magazines/blogs.

 

Michelle is the creator, director and writer of the supernatural lesbian web series, Red Rue. She also wrote and directed Gül Girl, and the upcoming psychological thriller, Veho (Fearopoly Films).

 

Michelle is married, and has two dogs and three cats. She hopes to see her novels turn into a movie or television show one day (Netflix, are you listening?).

 

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Instagram: MLRED219

 

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Twitter: Fearopoly


Instagram: Fearopoly

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Skin-Deep-Michelle-Hanson/dp/1726435709

 

Amazon: Kindle edition: https://www.amazon.com/Skin-Deep-Michelle-Hanson-ebook/dp/B07GZXQ4X7

 

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/skin-deep-michelle-hanson/1129592321

 

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GIVEAWAY:

 

Michelle Hanson will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

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Read one story in this anthology: Wild Honey by Sarah Hegger

12 Nights of Christmas Anthology - Alice Gaines, Tawdra Kandle, Kate Allenton, Kim Golden, Gemma Brocato, Carrie Elks, Cd Brennan, MK Schiller, Rebecca Hunter., Sarah Hegger, Stacy Finz, Kristi Rose

This is one of the stories in 12 Nights of Christmas. I loved how Honey and Oliver had strong opinions about each other, but one afternoon stuck in an elevator showed that there was more to the other. Honey's more free upbringing made her sweet and honest, though she had her secrets. Her spirit made her a wonderful heroine. Oliver's different upbringing made him judge without knowing. His willingness to open up and to listen to Honey took my heart. I enjoyed this story a lot and look forward to reading the entire anthology.

I received an ARC of this story as a gift, and this is my unsolicited review.

Sweet read, two people finding out who they are.

Saving Sarah - Melissa Storm

I loved this story. Sarah was afraid to live but she was a very caring person. In her job, she helped others with no thought to herself. Her past led to her quiet personality. She needed to meet someone like Finch and deserved a good man. Finch did not truly live either. He hid from his past. Together, Sarah and Finch realized what was important in their lives and became the people they were meant to be.

I received an ARC of this story through Litring, and this is my unsolicited review.

Took a bit to warm to the heroine but enjoyed it as it went along

Seductive Secrets - Elizabeth Rose

It took me a while to warm up to Willow. She was such a selfish and superficial person. As the story played out, I got to see more of who she really was and why she did what she did. Conrad was a rather patient young man and took his responsibilities seriously. This was a reunion type of tale, together now they were grown up. There was a lot of sneaking around and doing the right thing when needed.

I received an ARC of this story, and this is my unsolicited review.

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