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Guest promotion for Fatal Witness by Michelle Godard-Richer

Jessica opens her bedroom window in the middle of the night to catch a breeze, but instead, she witnesses something that will change the course of her life forever—her neighbor, David, loading his wife’s body onto the back of his truck. She soon learns David knows what she saw and will stop at nothing to eliminate the only witness to his crime.

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She scurried up the cabin stairs, glanced inside the door, and froze.

Oh, this is not good. This is not good at all.

A chair sat in the middle of the only room. Zip ties, a toolbox, a big jug of gasoline, and plastic were lined up next to each other on the floor. He meant to tie her up in the chair and torture her. And if help didn’t arrive soon, that may still be her fate.

Her breathing accelerated and the room tilted. She forced her breaths to slow and her feet to start moving. She couldn’t hide in the cabin. The front door was the only way in and out, a trap, and the huge drop behind the cabin, certain death. Gunfire continued to erupt. She spun.

David and Sheriff Hank were on opposite sides of Jon’s truck in a standoff.

A red stain spread on Sheriff Hank’s chest, and he fell to the ground.

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Michelle Godard-Richer is an award-winning thriller and romance author living in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Alberta. With her degree in Criminology, she writes edge-of-your-seat suspenseful stories with diabolical villains. 

 

 

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Guest promotion of The Second Pillar by Kitty Shields

A Tale of Masks, Monsters, & Chai

Kate McGovern has survived her first job long enough to get fired from it. But she has not come out empty-handed. Now a Pillar of Heaven, Kate bears the weight of a quarter of the sky. And she is looking forward to her next chapter, whatever that is. But the world is still in danger.

When another Pillar of Heaven is killed in a natural disaster, Kate must travel to Indonesia to locate the body and pass the Pillar on before the sky teeters and falls. Soon enough, Kate and her team realize the natural disaster was, in fact, supernatural. As powerful enemies strive to destroy the world, Kate, with the help of some new friends, fights to restore the balance. Oh, and she needs to find a new job too.

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Kate McGovern did not work for Mr. Waites, billionaire businessman, evil overlord, and general pain in the ass anymore. She had yet to sign a short-term contract he’d offered her as a consultant on an artifact retrieval mission because, well, the delay annoyed him. She knew it annoyed him because she could read minds and she was very practiced at reading Mr. Waites’s mind. He called her into a meeting at his office last week to discuss the contract a.k.a. demand that she sign it so they could get on with finding the missing Pillar of Heaven. Kate had very happily told him she was still considering her options, and then delighted in his chagrin.

However, she wasn’t reading his mind right now. No, she was standing in a faded Starbucks t-shirt and flannel shorts, leveling a Medusa-style death glare at Jack, who did work for Waites, evil overlord that he was, as an executive assistant. Jack had also woken her up at 2 a.m. He grinned then winced, clasped his bandaged ribs while shifting on her pea green couch uncomfortably.

His face was fully healed from the beating he’d taken at the hands of the bad guys, who’d tried to steal a Pillar of Heaven. There was a scar on his temple where a steel-toed boot had nailed him, but Jack had survived. He walked slowly, shuffled really as he battled the pain. The bandages around his trunk secured his fractured ribs, and the gunshot wound in his side was now a scab. He was alive, but not quite whole.

“Why are you out of bed, let alone bothering me on a Monday of all days?” Kate demanded, crossing arms over her braless chest. Any other male would have immediately stared. Her assets were quite lovely. Jack didn’t notice her breasts. He did, however, spot her unshaved legs and made a mental note to send her a coupon for a good waxer. His waxer did excellent work.

For her part, Kate thought that if it had been anyone else knocking on her door at 2 a.m., she would have shut it in their face and gone back to bed.

“That’s why,” Jack said, referencing her thoughts. Jack was a telepath too. Annoyingly so. “He knew you wouldn’t answer for anyone else.”

Kate narrowed her eyes. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re out of bed.”

Jack ignored the question and petted her pea green couch instead. “I think this is the ugliest couch I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.

Kitty Shields (she/her) lives outside Philadelphia, where she writes to overcome the fact that she was born a middle child with hobbit feet, vampire skin, and a tendency to daydream. She has a book coming out with The Wild Rose Press in August 2023.

 

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Guest promotion for The Judas Seat by Katherine Pritchett

When a South Korean defector takes the reins of North Korea, the world teeters on the edge of a nuclear abyss. The only man all parties will agree to lead the negotiations is the man who doesn’t want the job—former American diplomat Richard Matthews. And someone at the table wants the negotiations to fail. Can Richard unmask the Judas in time?

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He boarded the train, making his way toward the “hard” or cheap seats. Though padded and upholstered, the seat would feel very hard indeed on his long journey. He settled in and opened the newspaper he had purchased on his trip across the city. He kept his small pack, holding only three shirts, a second pair of trousers, and three sets of underwear and socks, on his lap. The light jacket he wore, he knew, would not be adequate for long when he arrived at his destination.

The train jerked several times as each car submitted to the pull of the engines. Slowly the momentum smoothed and picked up speed. The car rocked him to sleep somewhere along the dark journey north and east into the countryside. Thin morning sunlight nudged him awake as the train began to slow. Ahead, around a slight bend in the track, he could see the bridge across the Yalu, with Antung, China, on this side and Sinuiju, North Korea, on the other. Although his stomach tightened, he forced his demeanor to remain calm.

The train stopped to allow the North Korean border guards to enter. Thin, young, and stern-faced, they scrutinized the passengers as if they expected each to be a notorious international criminal. He supposed they would receive a medal and parade for shooting one. He blinked and placed his Chinese passport and papers in hand. The guards passed him by with just a cursory glance at the documents. Thanking God for his part-Chinese North Korean grandmother, he stared out the window at the brown early winter landscape while they completed their review of the car. Finally, the train began to move again. Another thirty minutes and the train stopped at Sunchon, North Korea.

Standing up, unobtrusively stretching stiff muscles, he put the Chinese papers in the backpack, and drew his real passport from his jacket. He stepped off the train under the watchful eye of still more soldiers. Without looking at them, he entered the station and found the office of the station master.

“May I help you?” a thin young woman looked up from her desk.

“Yes, please,” he answered quietly. “I have a matter I would like to discuss with the station master.”

“What is the nature of your business?” she barked.

“Please, just give him this.” He handed her his passport. “I think then he will see me.”

She opened the passport, poised to dismiss him and hand it back, but instead spun around for her boss’s office. Seconds later, she returned. “He will see you now.”

“Thank you.” He had barely entered the office, the door still closing, when he heard her pick up the phone and request soldiers. He stepped toward the desk, where the station master glanced from his passport to his face and back to the passport.

“You are Chung Hee Yu, South Korean cabinet minister?”

“I am.”

“Why are you here?”

Chung Hee met the man’s gaze. “I wish to defect.”

In nearly 35 years with a state agency, I travelled across the state and country, working with government policy makers, and trying to preserve our natural environment for generations. My Army son as a linguist worked to return our MIAs from Vietnam. These experiences appear in my writing.

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Guest promotion for White Hares and Midnight Dares by Laura Strickland

Diana Gendarme has spent her life doing for others, so when she moves into her dream cottage, she’s ready for some “me” time. But the cottage is shabby and her new neighbors quite close. One of them makes a din in his blacksmith’s forge all day long yet has the nerve to complain about her beagle’s yodeling. He’s the last sort of man who should attract Diana. So why can’t she resist the absurd dares he persists in issuing?

Reg Coltsfoot doesn’t plan on falling for his neighbor. A lifelong charmer, he’s used to women falling for him instead. There’s just something about Diana that has him longing to draw her out of her staid life and into his. Maybe it’s the magic of spring, but Reg will do all he can to persuade Diana she needs his laughter and his love to light her days.

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Reg Coltsfoot was a charmer, all right. He probably knew it, as did every woman who’d been standing and watching him work. She couldn’t be foolish enough to get caught up in all that.

The charm, the rakish smile, and most of all the way he made her feel were the reasons she’d always avoided men of his ilk. He threatened her self-control. He wasn’t what she needed in her life.

She’d tended to be attracted to bookish men. Educated men, like Dad.

But Reg was here. Now. And the way he looked at her made her feel—so beautiful.

She told herself it was the dress. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her when they stood at his gate.

Maybe not just the dress.

So all right, the attraction existed. Maybe even raw, animal attraction, though she’d never imagined herself capable of any such thing.

He would forget about her and their agreement to meet up later. He’d get engrossed in his work and some other lady would catch his eye.

Why did that thought bother Diana so much?

Laura Strickland enjoys researching interesting new settings for her books. Married, with one grown daughter, she has also mothered several rescue dogs and is intensely interested in animal welfare. Her love of dogs and her lifelong interest in Celtic history, magic and music, are all reflected in her writing.

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Guest promotion of Primrose and Promises by Judy Lynn Ichkhanian

When Viscount Sebastian Trelawney meets Miss Phoebe Carmichael, the ground shifts beneath his feet. As she’s in mourning, Society’s rules say he cannot court her for a year, so he disguises himself as a servant in her home in order to see if they might suit.

Phoebe wishes to never marry. Wealthy and impatient, when she meets Sebastian everything in her calms. He understands her grief and how spring’s promise will lead to new life.

As secret organizations and mad Assyriologists battle, the two fall in love. Will their love prove strong enough to overcome societal norms and those set against their union?

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He looked toward the perfectly manicured garden with its swathes of color like a rainbow. The blade of darker shadow he had seen earlier tumbled into his mind. Assyriology was a hazardous occupation, and not a hobby for the unwary. Someone should warn Miss Carmichael about the peril of trained assassins.

Not him, of course. She must already think him softheaded. The Office should be notified, though. They would wish to send someone to investigate.

He was about to make a mental note to contact the agency later when she curled one leg under the other. The small patch of ankle earlier revealed transformed into a few inches of stocking-clad calf as her skirt blossomed around her. All thought fled as a sudden urge to press his lips to the trail of fine mesh rendered him unable to swallow.

“Good.” She fiddled with her skirt some more, covering her leg, before tilting her chin again. “If you don‘t mind my asking, might I have your name?”

“My… oh! I‘m… oh.”

Fire crept from his toes to his hairline. Unbelievable. Of course, someone else should have provided an introduction. He shouldn‘t have spoken with her at all without one, but once he had… had he truly forgotten to give her his name?

Tossing his plate to the side, he jumped to his feet so he might bow. “Sebastian Edgars, Viscount Trelawney. Newly minted.”

She extended her hand. Gray dirt streaked her black glove. He bent over it anyway. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lord Trelawney. As you seem to be aware, I am Miss Carmichael.”

“I knew you by your crape and golden hair.” Another wave of feverishness sped up his face as he stumbled, so he decided to sit again before he tripped into her lap.

She laughed. “You‘re quick.”

“How generous of you to say so when I‘ve never plodded so badly in my life. I used to be a solicitor. My brain was my fortune, though I suppose you might find the claim difficult to believe.”

“I wouldn‘t, no.” She peeped at him from beneath her lashes. “How is it you worked at a profession?”

It was the easiest question to answer. “I never expected to receive the title, but the ague made its rounds, a few horses missed their steps, ancestors died, contemporaries died, and here I am, one of two remaining heirs out of eight potential branches filled with better possibilities.”

Her golden eyes took on a soft glow. “I‘m rather glad you didn‘t follow the rest of your family.”

“Are you?” His pulse quickened.

She gazed down at her lap where her fingers twisted. “Though I shouldn‘t admit to it, yes. You‘re a very interesting man.” Blushing, she scraped her plate from the stone and placed it upon her lap. “We should eat, don‘t you think?”

Judy is a sort-of retired litigation attorney, a current homemaker with a propensity to ignore any and all domestic chores, and the mother of an outrageously comedic teenage boy and a fur-baby named Chocolate[1]the-Dog, so named because he thinks he’s a cat. High Tea and art occupy her when not writing.

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Review of Hometown by Wendy Rich Stetson

This down-to-earth wholesome romance will wrap around you like a cozy quilt and warm your heart. Ms. Stetson has created in Tessa a heroine you can relate to and you sympathize when her as what she thought she wanted–a life in New York City–becomes tainted with the reality of spending time there.

In Jonas, Ms. Stetson shaped a hero who seems an unlikely match with forthright Tessa  at first but then ends up being the perfect man to help her realize her true goals.

I personally loved the peek at Amish life from the periphery and how she populated the town with characters you know you’ve met before.

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Guest Promotion for Anna’s Promise by D.G. Schulman

In the spring of 1975, Ben Friedman will celebrate his rite of passage into adulthood. When his beloved grandfather suddenly dies and leaves him a mysterious inheritance, Ben begins to discover who he is and where he belongs. When he chooses a path his powerful father opposes, their relationship becomes volatile. Will Ben withstand the pressure?

In 1914, Dovid Weisman, Ben’s great-grandfather, struggles to protect his family when Germany declares war on Russia and the brutal Cossacks occupy his village of Siedlce, Poland. He finds that love and opportunity are still possible. If they can escape with their lives.

Slipping between war-torn Poland and modern American life, one family’s story is woven together across three generations.

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The Cossacks flew in all directions, overturning furniture and emptying closets and cupboards.

“I want my daughter back,” Dovid repeated, pretending he was not the one who rescued her.

“Are you a gambling man?” Aleksandrov smiled.

“I’ll make you a wager.” Dovid sized up Aleksandrov. “We arm wrestle, and if I win, you back off, and I get my daughter back.” He stood resolute as though unaware that he was outnumbered and outgunned.

“And if I win, what do I get?” Aleksandrov’s nostrils flared, and he smiled with amusement.

“My other daughter.” Dovid stood eyeball to eyeball with Aleksandrov. Neither backed down.

The dragoon gathered around the table, and broken glass screeched beneath their boots. Aleksandrov removed his saber and his tunic. Hairy as a bear, he stepped close to the table with his right foot forward and placed his elbow on the table.

Dovid removed his wool coat and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. While physical strength mattered, he knew this was as much about positioning as strength. He placed his elbow on the table, tightened his core muscles, and opposed Aleksandrov. The two men gripped each other’s hand. The goal was to pin the other’s arm onto the surface of the table, the winner’s arm over the loser’s.

Mikola slammed his palm on the table, and the wrestling began. In an instant, merriment filled the room, and the Cossacks began their howls of encouragement and support for their commandant. Aleksandrov tried to rotate his hand over his opponent, and Dovid rotated his shoulder and body in the direction he wanted Aleksandrov’s arm to go. Aleksandrov twisted his wrist toward his chest and applied pressure. Dovid recognized the classic top roll and countered with a pulling motion and moved Aleksandrov’s hand toward him, applying force with his back and shoulders. Both men grimaced, and Aleksandrov grunted.

Dovid visualized Sora and Chana frozen in time as children playing in the park and laughing with gaiety and innocence. A surge of strength rose up in him. As Aleksandrov pushed in one direction, Dovid pulled in the other. Slowly, Aleksandrov’s arm inched closer to the table’s surface. Dovid curled his thumb underneath to secure a tighter grip and continued to pull, drawing strength from his back and shoulders, until Aleksandrov was pinned to the table.

Aleksandrov’s nostrils flared, and then his expression quickly changed to joviality, and he slapped his opponent on the back.

D.G Schulman is a publishing executive who married the boy next door and lives in the Midwest. She’s a member of the Jewish Book Council Author Network and the recipient of an Avery and Jule Hopwood award. When she’s not in front of a keyboard, she enjoys making chocolate, growing herbs, cooking, reading, and playing with her grandkids.

 

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Release Day for Tilda

Today marks the release of TILDA, book 31 in the Prairie Roses Collection series. The heroine might look young, but she is feisty and loyal to a fault, often to her own detriment. I loved the way this character showed herself as I kept throwing adversities her way.

Following her parents’ death, Tilda Torsdotter turns to her cousin, Rakel, for help and joins her family’s preparations to head to California. Tilda’s job will be to assist pregnant Rakel with her two children under age five and receive the protection of Rakel’s husband, Albert. Then Rakel sickens and dies, and Albert looks to Tilda to fulfill her cousin’s duties–all of them.

Flynn Mannix has his eye set on reaching the gold fields of California. An easy-going guy, he’s always made his way doing one task or another but now he wants to make something of himself. Hiring on as a driver on a wagon train seems like the easiest way to reach the west coast. Until he witnesses an inappropriate encounter and steps in. Suddenly, he’s committed to a marriage of convenience with Tilda and responsible for her safety until they reach California. At the end of the trail, will the couple go their separate ways, or will they realize the experience has made their marriage real?

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Guest Promotion for The Jelly Bean Jump Project by Terry Segan

Keira longed to do something amazing with her life. When offered a chance to join a time travel program, she didn’t hesitate. With her soulmate by her side, nothing could be more perfect.

Grayson never believed happiness would find him until he met Keira. Lightning struck twice when both got accepted into The Jelly Bean Jump Project.

Keira and Grayson were alone in the world except for each other. An adventure of a lifetime awaited, until a glitch in the system threatened to tear them apart. Would they walk away from their fantasy or surrender their hearts in exchange?

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After picking up my tray, I searched for my boyfriend. He hadn’t arrived yet, so I took a seat next to my roommate, Sandra. I set my book on the chair to my right.

“Sometimes I feel like we’re in prison wearing these dang uniforms,” Sandra said.

“I must admit, I do miss my skirts and capris, and it’s only been a week! At least we don’t have to wear those nerdy boots like the security staff.” I sprinkled sugar over my cereal and mixed it in.

“Someone’s got a sweet tooth.” The chair beside me scraped back.

“Desmond, I’m saving that for Grayson.”

He tossed my book onto the table before placing his own tray down and sitting. “You two aren’t joined at the hip, you know. He can sit across from you.” His shoulder rubbed against mine. “Besides, why should he get all the attention from the best-looking doll here.”

I scooted closer to Sandra. “Do you mind? I’m eating.” While Desmond’s looks rivaled the most dashing actors in Hollywood, his arrogance raked through me like fingernails on a chalkboard. His relentless flirting repulsed me, especially because Grayson and I were obviously a couple.

“Good morning, ladies. Ready for another day of Time Travel 101?” Grayson plunked down across from me.

“I could do that stuff in my sleep. Why do we have to get stuck with an instructor who is such a snooze?” Desmond shoveled eggs into his mouth. “Sorry to take your seat, Gray. Keira insisted.” He nudged me with his elbow.

Before I could protest, Grayson jumped in. “Don’t worry about it, Des. From here I get to stare into those amazing blue eyes.” He kept his sight locked on my face.

A warm blush filled my cheeks. I looked down, batted my eyelashes, and giggled like a schoolgirl. “Why thank you, sir.”

“I don’t know whether to feel ill or jealous at the way you two fawn over each other,” Sandra said. Her comment had been directed at Grayson and me, but her gaze focused on Desmond.

 

Terry Segan resides in the desert where she’ll never require a snow shovel again. The beach is her happy place, but any travel soothes her gypsy soul. The stories conjured by her imagination while riding backseat on her husband’s motorcycle can be found throughout the pages of her paranormal mysteries.

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