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Headstrong Ruben Harper has yet to meet an obstacle he can’t convert into a speed bump. He’s used to getting what he wants from girls, but when he develops a fascination for a man, his wooing skills require an upgrade. Shy, cautious Henry, Ruben’s former high school history teacher, suspects he needs a wake-up call, and Ruben appears to be his siren. But when Ruben bolts, Henry is left struggling to find closure. Inspired by his conversations with Ruben, Henry begins to write articles about the memories stored in everyday objects. As Henry’s snowballing fame takes him out of town and further out of touch, Ruben stretches to close the gaps that separate them. |
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 You grow up. You get married. You have a family. At least, that’s what Malea Winters believes she’s supposed to do. So why is it that every time she comes close to finding that happily ever after, she runs? When she meets Garrett Taylor, she warns him that she’s not the marrying type because history has shown that long-term relationships are not her forte. She has a tendency to leave when things get too serious; the direct result of being raised by an emotionally detached mother and a stepdad with philandering ways. So she swore off men and surrounded herself with her best friends; three quirky, funny women who are facing challenges of their own. But Garrett is everything she’s ever looked for; charming, successful, fun, and sexy. Despite her better judgment, his persistence pays off and she finds herself falling for him. Learning how to love and be loved will be the hardest lesson she’s ever faced. The question is, will her relationships survive that lesson? Interview with Michelle BellonMichelle Bellon is a wife and mother living in the Pacific Northwest. Marie sat down with her and asked her a few questions, here's what she had to say: Q:How much real life do you put into or influences your books? A:I think all writers interject bits and pieces of themselves into their characters and the stories they write. My very first novel was written as a work of fiction but it was based off real events that occured in my young adult life. It's a very personal story. That's the only one that has a lot of real life aspects to it. The rest of my books have been 100% fiction, however, each and every one has flavors of my personality and experiences in them. All writers say to write what you know. So that's what we do. Even when writing fantasy we weave little nuances of our own thoughts and opinions into the characters. That's what make them ours. Q;What is the hardest part of writing for you? A;Right now, it's simply the fact that I don't have the time to write anything new at all. I'm working as a Director of Nursing, which is very demanding, while also going back to school to further my degree. And raising children...so yeah...I'm busy. And that's sad, because while most things in life tend to drain us, writing is what gives me fuel. It feeds me. I WILL eventually get back to it. Hopefully as soon as I'm done with school. Q:How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? A:Man, that's a tough one. There's no rhyme or reason to how I choose my titles. Once in a blue moon the title will come to me before I even start writing the book. But more often than not, I struggle to find the right title. Naming things is hard. I'm surprised my children and dogs have names. Once I thought I had a great name for a book but my publisher and editor insisted I rename it for marketing purposes. That was a learning experience. Q:What is your favorite genre to write? A:Though I'm a multi-genre author with titles listed under YA, women's fiction, suspense, and literary fiction, I am finding that I really enjoy writing suspense/thrillers. I love the way it forces me to write in an active voice and always be striving to move the story along through action. It's challenging and fun to build the tension. Q:Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? A:I very rarely ever speak about my books while I'm working on them. I'm not sure if it's superstition or if I just want to keep all those creative juices flowing and to myself while I work out the details, but that's how I do it. It's almost like I need to keep it all bottled up so I can feed off the suspense of getting it all out onto paper. It's like if I talk about it, it will be anticlimactic and dissipate. Is that weird? About the Author Michelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her four quirky and beautiful children. She loves coffee, Superman, rollercoasters, and has an addiction to chapstick. She works as a registered nurse and in her spare time writes novels. As a multi-genre author, she has written in the categories of romance suspense, young adult, women’s fiction, and literary fiction. She has won four literary awards. You can visit Michelle’s website at http://www.michellebellon.com/ Social links: http://www.michellebellon.com/ https://www.facebook.com/michelle.authorpage https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michelle-Bellon-Author/544448685599147?ref=hl https://twitter.com/MichelleBellon https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TZ0CUK https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4742393.Michelle_Bellon https://plus.google.com/u/0/105101655597839729577 Giveaway
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 Jay Hogan is a New Zealand author writing in m/m romance, romantic suspense and fantasy. She has travelled extensively and has lived in quite a few countries. She has a BA degree in Nursing and in Theology, and in another life, she was an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Lecturer. She is a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). She loves to cook- pretty damn good, loves to sing - pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing -absolutely … depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging her characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee she’s had. She has complex boys telling stories in her head that demand attention and a considerable number of words to go with them. Their journeys are never straightforward and even surprise Jay. She does her best to plot things out ahead of time but those pesky characters seem to have a mind of their own. Go figure. COVER REVEAL  BLURB REVEAL What if you’ve worked your whole life for a dream, to play rugby for the most successful sports team on the planet, the New Zealand All Blacks? What if that dream is so close you can smell it? What if you meet someone? What if you fall in love? What if your dream will cost the man who’s stolen your heart? And what if the dream changes? Reuben Taylor has a choice to make. Cameron Wano is that choice. -Part of the Auckland Med. series that includes ‘First Impressions’ Can be read as a standalone. GIVEAWAY
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When a teenager mysteriously disappears in Hawick Falls, New Hampshire, Lisa Raynes fears her kidnapper, who recently escaped from prison, is hunting girls again. She also believes he’s targeted her for his next victim when she receives a threatening message. To add to her problems, her ex-boyfriend Travis Bodell, nephew of her captor, shows up in town. Five years ago, he promised to love Lisa forever, but he left her to start a new life. Trusting him was a mistake she will never repeat.
Bad boy Travis Bodell has a history of run-ins with the law. The police suspect he came back to aid his uncle, not to warn Lisa she’s in danger. With the investigation going nowhere, Travis focuses on Lisa who identifies with the missing teen and wants to find her. To keep Lisa safe, he offers to help her search. She refuses until loving memories of their past surface, and she finally accepts his proposal. Working together arouses strong feelings of attraction that neither will admit. As time runs out for the kidnap victim, disturbing threats against Midnight Girl, Lisa’s online name, grow. She realizes the only way to stay alive is to open her heart and put her faith in Travis, but can she let go of her doubts and lingering hurt? Can the couple join forces and win against a cunning criminal fueled by hate? Excerpt:
Lisa parted her lips to say something. Maybe she was going to protest about his wet clothes. No. He’d had enough talking. He bent and touched her mouth. He meant it to be a quick, stolen kiss, but as soon as he tasted her he wanted more. This might be his only chance.
She gripped his shoulders before her arms slid around him, tightening as though afraid he’d disappear. Forever they stood their tongues tangling together until he could take no more of the heat, the urgency. His fingers were entwined in her hair holding on to her. Never letting her go. The need to run his free hand over each part of her body and listen to her gasps grew into full-blown lust. “Upstairs,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Three floors?” She tipped her head back and raised her brows. “Right.” Five years. Five years without her. He fisted the ends of her white button-down shirt in both his hands before whipping it open. Buttons popped off and dinged on the wooden surface. Underneath she wore a blue lacy bra. Banks’s entire unit couldn’t stop him now. He yanked off her top, tossed it aside, and swallowed to keep his tongue in his mouth. “Way too far.” He lowered Lisa stared up at him. Her brown eyes were full of questions and a sadness he longed to erase. Had she thought of him much during the years he’d been away? She parted her lips to say something. Maybe she was going to protest about his wet clothes. No. He’d had enough talking. He bent and touched her mouth. He meant it to be a quick, stolen kiss, but as soon as he tasted her he wanted more. This might be his only chance. She gripped his shoulders before her arms slid around him, tightening as though afraid he’d disappear. Forever they stood their tongues tangling together until he could take no more of the heat, the urgency. His fingers were entwined in her hair holding on to her. Never letting her go. The need to run his free hand over each part of her body and listen to her gasps grew into full-blown lust. “Upstairs,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Three floors?” She tipped her head back and raised her brows. “Right.” Five years. Five years without her. He fisted the ends of her white button-down shirt in both his hands before whipping it open. Buttons popped off and dinged on the wooden surface. Underneath she wore a blue lacy bra. Banks’s entire unit couldn’t stop him now. He yanked off her top, tossed it aside, and swallowed to keep his tongue in his mouth. “Way too far.” He lowered them to the floor. TBR Review:
I have not read the previous books in the series but considering this is book 4, I’m pleasantly surprised, that I had no problem following the story line.
Lisa was abducted five years ago and it still haunts her. Things get even worse when her captor escapes from prison. You’d think that’d be bad enough. But her captor’s nephew, Travis comes back to town. The man she trusted, the man she loved. When another girl goes missing and threats are made, Lisa might have to rely on the man that broke her heart. I am a huge fan of romantic suspense so I jumped at the chance to read this book. Lisa has been through hell and she’s trying so hard to live again but when Seth escaped prison it all shatters. Some of her actions did make me roll my eyes. She’s most likely being hunted by a killer but she goes all these places by herself and shut off her phone. How about not checking who’s at the door? Really?! Travis has a chip on his shoulder with…well, almost everyone. He’s the nephew of a crazy man that kidnapped girls and also treated him brutally growing up. Together they have to deal with the past trauma. All the while, that poor girl is missing and threats keeping popping up. Lisa and Travis get reacquainted which begins a sweet romance. I like how they fell into a pattern and I really wanted them both to heal. The jumping from third person to first is a bit of whiplash and I’m not a fan of that switch. It was pretty easy to figure out the mystery but it is still a fun ride to the ending. I’d definitely read more from this author! If you like romantic suspense then Midnight Girl should be on your to be read list! Giveaway:
- SNEAK PEEK -I surveyed the tiny island and a shudder shook me. Except for the trees full of cane spiders there wasn’t any place for me to change. I jerked my thumb at the warriors. “I don’t want to strip down in front of all of them.” Uncle Saul turned to the five Coletti warriors who had been following our conversations with great interest. “Check the island for any signs of the Rodan.” “As you command,” they said in unison, clamped their right arms against their chests and vanished. I smacked Hothar’s hands as he tried to unbutton my shirt. “I don’t need your help to undress. If you’ll both turn around, I’ll get out of my fat suit.” “As my lady wishes.” He obediently turned to face the ocean. As soon as my uncle had his back to me, I kicked my boots off and stripped down. I tugged and tugged on the fat suit’s zipper. The friggin’ thing was glued shut. I yanked and yanked and yanked some more. Since Uncle Saul didn’t like me cussing, I went with, “Son of a monkey. Mothersmucker!” Hothar asked casually. “Do you need help?” “I do, but don’t you dare laugh at me.” “We wouldn’t think of it,” Uncle Saul promised solemnly. “Fine. Get me out of this.” Both men turned around. There wasn’t a trace of emotion on their faces as they studied the fat suit. “A very effective disguise.” Hothar glanced at my uncle. “Cut it off?” Uncle Saul bobbed his head. “I agree.” They pulled their knives and went to work. I heard a muffled snicker and looked over my shoulder. Uncle Saul was grinning like a loon. “You promised.” “Sorry sweetheart, but you gotta admit this is pretty damn funny,” Uncle Saul said. “You resemble the marshmallow man from that silly ghost movie.” “How was I to know the suit ballooned up in salt water?” I expelled a long breath when the foam rubber concoction fell away. The ocean breeze was pure heaven. “Thank you.” “You are truly beautiful,” Hothar stated. The naked desire in Hothar’s eyes had me blushing. “And you win the grand prize for awesome dimples.” “Knock it off you two.” Uncle Saul’s mouth tightened into a hard line. “Get dressed. The Overlord will be here shortly. He’s anxious to interrogate Jarok.” My eyes widened in horror. “Do I still look like I have the plague?” “The Overlord won’t even notice,” Uncle Saul promised, refusing to meet my gaze. Seriously? My skin was the color of a boiled lobster with pieces of white foam still stuck to it. “What happened with the horrendous space battle?” “The Overlord,” Hothar said and handed me my clothes. “Right. The big scary came, saw, and blew them all to hell.” Guttural screams rent the air. I took one look at the horde of hairy spiders covering Jarok and scrambled up Hothar’s back like it was the Matterhorn. Once I was perched on his shoulder, I cried, “You said cane spiders were harmless.” “Those are not cane spiders,” Hothar replied, endeavoring to loosen my death grip on his head. “No shit!” “Language, young lady,” Uncle Saul warned as he reached up to pull me off Hothar’s shoulders. Immense power rippled the air around us as the Overlord teleported in. We all froze. Zarek’s cold amber gaze examined us and the pieces of my fat suit. He cocked a dark brow. “I cannot wait to hear your explanation.” “Spiders frighten my mate,” Hothar clarified. “Mate?” I smacked the top of Hothar’s head. “Am not.” Letting out a sigh, my uncle pointed at Jarok. “Spiders.” As if on cue, Jarok uttered a bone-chilling shriek. Zarek took it all in and tapped his warrior’s bracelet. Ten seconds later, the spiders scurried back into the monstrous web. “You don’t think they ate the other warriors, do you?” “They did not. I had them teleport back to the ship.” Zarek replied. “Oh, that’s good.” I released my death grip on Hothar’s head and smoothed his hair down. “Sorry.” Uncle Saul plucked me off Hothar’s shoulders. “You should be.” “Before you return Casey to the ship, make sure she is dressed. My crew knows she is your daughter General, and Jones females are highly sought after.” “Casey is mine,” Hothar growled, a hand on his sword. An aura of sheer menace radiated from Zarek. “Are you challenging me?” Wazzock’s piss! I jumped in front of Hothar. “No! He’s not. He’s annoyed that Waewae got away. We all are. Annoyed. That is.” There was no way in hell I wanted the two of them fighting. It would get messy. Really messy and for some darn reason I couldn’t let Zarek hurt or kill Hothar. What was up with that? All the Overlord’s terrifying power was suddenly wrapped around me and I flinched when he started mucking about in my head. How had he gotten through my shields? Using every trick Quinn had taught me I tried to evict him, but nothing worked. Zarek’s deadly voice sounded in my mind. “You wouldn’t let me harm Hothar?” “No, sir.” “How did you plan on stopping me?” “I’d keep dumping you in the ocean until you cooled down.” Zarek leaned down and whispered in my ear. “It wouldn’t have worked.” Giveaway:
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Read an Excerpt From Novella 2: Baby Bedlam “I was thinking…” She’s on guard immediately. “Uh-huhhhhhh?” I give her my best naughty smile. “Nothing bad,” I assure her. “I figured maybe you and I could just get away for a couple of nights? We could sort out some of the wedding plans…maybe get a jump on the honeymoon…” Jameson rolls her eyes and smiles at my suggestive suggestion. “Why don’t we just stay here? You, me, the calendar…the three of us can hole up here under the covers,” she counter-offers, wagging her eyebrows up and down in her own…suggestion. But, adorable as she is, I shake my head. “Nope.” “Nope to which part of it? Me? Bed? The calendar?” she asks, sounding slightly amused. “The ‘here’ part of it,” I explain. “Because you know it won’t just be you and me. It’ll also be Walker. And Bailey. And Bailey’s friend Dana. And Dana’s boyfriend Joseph—” “All right already! I get the idea!” She’s giggling, even as she kicks me gently with her foot. “Then where did you have in mind?” “Just leave that up to me.” “Hmmm…a surprise…I think I quite like that, Scott Clarke.” “Me, too,” I say, even as I’m leaning down to put my mouth to hers. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind,” she whispers between kisses. Me, too. About the Author: 
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Read an Excerpt: Eighty years ago ~ Whale Rock, Massachusetts ~ Cape Cod Bay Friday, December 13th The fire bell was ringing, and someone yelled in through the tavern door, “There’s a fire up on the north end! Battersea Bluffs. We need all the hands we can get!” “No, it can’t be,” Percy whispered. The Bluffs was his home. He leapt from the barstool and ran for the street, bumping into a stranger as he passed through the tavern door. The man’s eyes were ominously familiar to him, but with more pressing concerns, there was no time to bring to memory why. He had to get home to Celeste. It sickened him to see the flames as his Ford pickup rounded the top of Lavender Hill. How hard he and Celeste had worked to build this house, a grand Victorian with a widow’s walk and a proud front porch facing out to sea. Fire trucks were already there, and men he’d known these many years were working hard to contain the blaze. As he ran toward the house, it came to him who the stranger in the tavern had been, and later one of the firefighters would recount that Percy had screamed: “Damn that lighterman’s curse. Damn you to hell, Robert Toomey!” Nobody was quick enough to keep Percy Mitchell from entering the inferno. Moments later he emerged, his clothing and hair afire, carrying a charred human form. Any man would have been delirious from the pain, but as the firefighters looked on in shocked disbelief, Percy walked with a purposeful bearing and a swift gait toward the bluffs. A few men chased after their friend, but before anyone could stop him, Percy reached the ledge and cried out, “I am not finished!” And then, with his already dead wife in his arms, he hurled them both into Cape Cod Bay. About the Author: 
When not whipping out words on her laptop, she is traveling, enjoying outdoor pursuits, or is curled up with a delicious new book. Loretta lives in Rhode Island with her husband, Geoffrey, and their beloved Mr. Peabody, a sweet, devoted and amusing “Corgador”. Website: https://www.LorettaMarion.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LorettaMarionAuthor Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/House-Ashes-Haunted-Bluffs-Mystery/dp/1683318439 Barnes&Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/house-of-ashes-loretta-marion/1128856330?ean=9781683318439#/ Books-A-Million: http://www.booksamillion.com/p/House-Ashes/Loretta-Marion/9781683318439 Indiebound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781683318439 a Rafflecopter giveaway 
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Read an Excerpt: ©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved “What if this guy could love you? What if he’s not like Harry? You passed him by.” Kelly turned Danya around. “You had the balls to speak to him and have a dance. Harness those balls and give this guy a shot.” “Mason,” she mumbled. His name sounded good on her lips. He looked like a Mason. He also struck her as exotic but approachable. “Who?” “His name is Mason.” She’d spoken to him when she’d thought she had no chance. Before she could cross the room, he and Michelle joined her and Kelly. Michelle grinned. She leaned into him and tipped her chin. Danya suppressed a groan. The woman didn’t have to be so smug. She’d been friends with Michelle since the third grade, and Michelle never ceased to remind Danya she was the top dog. Danya was the designated unpretty friend. “Ladies, this is Mason,” Michelle said. “He’s new-ish in town.” Kelly rested her hands on her hips. “Michelle, aren’t you supposed to be meeting Craig here tonight?” “We split,” Michelle snapped. “I want to introduce you to Mason.” She turned to him. “You’ve met Danya, and this is Kelly. She’s married.” “Or she just enjoys sporting big-ass diamonds to ward off approaching men,” Danya muttered. Kelly snorted. “Justin will love that when I tell him. He spent two grand on a diamond that’s just there to ward off men. Nice.” She stuck out her right hand to Mason. “It’s nice to meet you.” She turned back to Michelle. “Craig texted me and said he’s on his way.” “Kelly.” Michelle glared at her. “A word?” Danya stifled a chuckle. Kelly always knew when to stand up to bullies. While Kelly and Michelle went outside to discuss Kelly’s comments, Mason remained with Danya. “She’s pissed,” Mason said. “That’s nothing. You’ve never seen her when she’s truly upset. Hell hath no fury like a Michelle annoyed.” Danya shrugged. “She thinks all men are at her disposal.” “Then it’s a good thing she’s got a boyfriend—I think. I kind of feel bad for him.” Mason bumped shoulders with her. “Makes asking you out a lot easier, though. I meant what I said, and I liked our dance. Want to dance again?” He didn’t give her a chance to argue. He tugged her to the dance floor a second time. “Nice dodge, though.” He half-grinned. “I’d think you were trying to palm me off.” “No.” Oh God. Ignoring her hadn’t been his intention. “I not good at palming anyone off or having much courage, but if I were at my job, I’d be able to say what I needed to say without a problem. When I’m in the wild, I’m horrible.” About the Author: 
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj Website: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Blog: https://wendizwaduk.wordpress.com Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/wendizwaduk.meganslayer/ Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Megan-Slayer/e/B008BJCFSC Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/megan-slayer Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wendizwaduk/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5330530.Megan_Slayer Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer Buy Links: B/N: https://goo.gl/DeeVfd Amazon: https://goo.gl/HhTDkH Google Play: https://goo.gl/tHTPNn iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/resisting-the-rock-star/id1410019067?mt=11 Kobo: https://goo.gl/xtX5wQ Print: https://www.amazon.com/dp/162344134X/ a Rafflecopter giveaway 
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Read the first chapter at http://www.joanhallhovey.com/432547197 About the Author: 
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. 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 a Rafflecopter giveaway 
This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The authors will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. BREAKDOWN is a unique and groundbreaking four-book suspense series that will keep you turning pages until the killer is finally exposed. Read an Excerpt: Five days. Impossible to believe but that’s all it had taken for the idyllic vision of Shutter Lake, California, lauded by Country Living as the most perfect town in all of America, to prove perfection is a façade and all the safety and security sought and found in it had been an illusion. One murder. Illusion shattered. One murder, and so many secrets… A shiver crept up Dr. Dana Perkins’s backbone. She stiffened against it, determined to reclaim her sense of security here. At the deli counter inside Stacked, a block off downtown’s main square, she ordered a grilled chicken sandwich with a side salad and a bottle of Evian berry-flavored water, then glanced over to the cluster of two-dozen tables. About half-full. A lot of people were having a late lunch today. Dana took a table surrounded by empties then settled in and reached for a sheaf of papers from her tote. She had been through the school records at least a dozen times, but maybe in the sandwich shop, she would be more objective, gain some new insight, and see something she had missed. Oh, but she needed to be certain she hadn’t missed anything. After Phoenix, to retain her sanity she had to be absolutely certain she hadn’t missed any warning sign. There had to be a reason this year’s best and brightest student had confessed to murder. Some logical, rational reason that Vinn Bradshaw, gifted future nanotechnologist, studious, popular basketball player, who exhibited nothing short of fantastic leadership skills, confessed. Vinn could not have killed anyone much less a prominent Shutter Lake founder’s daughter like Sylvia Cole. Nolan Ikard, about thirty, tall and lean with sandy blond hair and a handsome man’s confident swagger, paused at her table. Nolan owned The Grind, a coffee shop sharing a common wall with Stacked that Dana frequented every morning on her walk from home to the school. “How’s our favorite principal?” Nolan asked. “Things settling down any at S.L.S.?” Many students, current and former, referred to Shutter Lake School as S.L.S. “Getting better,” she said because it was expected and not because it was true. “The students are still rattled, but then aren’t we all?” He nodded and avoided her eyes, his own gold-flecked ones clouded and troubled. “Guess the kids won’t settle down until their parents do. Maybe we will all get back to normal soon.” “Maybe we will.” Dana smiled. He walked on to his favorite table beside hers and next to the front window. How many times in the last year had she seen him staring out that window as if he had lost his last friend? She’d been tempted often to ask if he was okay, or to offer to listen if he needed to talk, but something had held her back. She couldn’t say what, but she always followed her instinctive urges on things like that. In his case, she hoped she didn’t live to regret it. About the Author: 
https://www.vickihinze.com/ http://facebook.com/Vicki.Hinze.Author https://twitter.com/vickihinze https://www.pinterest.com/vickihinze/ Purchase link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FLD4513 a Rafflecopter giveaway  No good deed goes unpunished, or at least it doesn’t for Cassie Decker. Helping someone on the side of the road changed her life—and left her stranded on an alien planet. Lucky for her, two large, green rescuers offer her a second chance at a new life. Now all she has to do is find the courage to reach out and grab it. Officers Deryc and Gage have a comfortable life on the island of Ilya. It may not be perfect, but they enjoy their work and they have each other. When fate reveals an unauthorized female has been hiding right under their noses, they know they must do their duty—but can they hand her over to an unknown future when she just might be the perfect female for their clan? The Goddess works in mysterious ways, but will Cassie and her officers realize what they have found before someone tries to alter their paths forever?
kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Gage’s hand move leisurely up his partner’s thigh until he rubbed along the thick, hard ridge of Deryc’s arousal. I shouldn’t be watching this, like some kind of pervert…. . . I’m invading their privacy, but holy hell, I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Knowing it was wrong and willing her eyes to close were two very different things, and Cassie had to bite her lip as Deryc’s deep voice came to her on the night breeze. “I believe you owe me a proper show of gratitude, my mate.” Deryc growled as Gage’s fingers freed the thick cock from the confines of his partner’s pants. “Or did you forget you promised me that this morning?” “Hmm.” Gage lazily kissed along Deryc’s jaw, his hand now slowly stroking up and down his lover’s cock. “Did I say that? I can’t remember now…” Deryc’s response was immediate, and it made Cassie gasp as he pulled away and moved to cover the other man until Gage’s wrists were held above his head in each of his strong hands, and Deryc was now straddling his mate’s hips. In the moonlight, Cassie could see his cock jutting straight from his body, the thick length an even darker shade of grey than the rest of him. He towered over Gage like an avenging god. “Keep your arms above your head, boy.” Deryc’s tone was unforgiving now, and by the look of the large bulge in Gage’s own pants, he enjoyed this game of dominance as much as his mate did. Cassie had never experimented with any BDSM play with Peter, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought or fantasized about it before, and now that she had a front-row seat, her body flooded with heat at the idea of being on the submissive end of Deryc’s firm authority just like Gage was now. Deryc’s hands released Gage and began to undress, revealing his muscular body, the dark skin seeming to almost sparkle in the moonlight. Then he began the same process of removing Gage’s clothing, and the other man bit his lip, but left his arms where they were. “Cassie could still be awake.” Gage’s words turned into a groan as Deryc’s hand now closed around his shaft, rubbing a glistening bead of moisture over the plump head. “What if she sees?” “Mmm, think about that, my love.” Deryc’s hand moved faster on his lover’s flesh. “Just imagine those stunning blue eyes, her gaze roving over your hard and aching flesh like a caress. Perhaps she would like to join us even? I see now why you were so enamored with her when you first spotted her. She is quite remarkable.” Gage only moaned louder at Deryc’s words, his hips pushing harder into the other man’s grip, causing a warm chuckle to escape his mate’s lips. “I see how much you like that idea, love. I can feel your cock buck in my grip as if it were trying to get inside of her even now.” Holy fuck! Were they fantasizing about her? This time Cassie couldn’t stifle the groan as her pussy flooded at the idea of being out there on that couch with them, and it was so loud she startled herself, jumping back from the window in case her hosts heard it as well. She needed that shock back to reality. “Jesus, Cassie, what is wrong with you?” She didn’t want to think she was the kind of person who couldn’t control her own urges, but the fact that she hadn’t been able to help herself from watching Gage and Deryc’s intimate display meant they had much more power over her than she’d thought. Good grief, all she could hope for at this point is that they hadn’t heard her at all. Pervy, sex-starved human . . . table for one, please. Giveaway:
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