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Thursday, December 14, 2017

A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance by Tena Stetler





A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance
Demon’s Witch Series
Book Three
Tena Stetler

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: November 29, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-5092-1772-4 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1773-1 Digital
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Number of pages: 392
Word Count: 98106

Cover Artist: Kristian Norris

Tagline: Where vampires and gryphons exist, love may conquer all, but fate is inescapable.

Book Description:

Stefan is a Native American vampire, former assassin for the Vampire Council. In a twist of fate, he now DJ’s the midnight shift for a small radio station in Whitefish, Montana, on the edge of Glacier National Park where his secret is safe until...

Born in Ireland, Brandy now works as a park ranger and trail guide in the park. During a full moon, Stefan and Brandy’s paths cross in a near physical collision on a trail. Their attraction is immediate and undeniable, almost as if fate demanded it.

Their union was foretold long ago in Irish folk tales where vampires and gryphons, warlocks and demons, witches and faeries must work together for the good of man and magic kind. Is a trip to Ireland the key to unraveling secrets and returning the magic? And even more importantly, will their love survive the trip?

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Excerpt:

The sun slid
behind the mountains, setting the azure sky ablaze in hues of red, orange,
yellow, and pink. Then red shifted to purple and dusk faded to darkness as he
jogged toward the trails. She stood leaning against the rock where he had
started his run last night. He’d tried to convince himself to stay away, but in
the end, the urge was too strong.
In a whisper of
movement, he was at her side with his hand on the rock just above her shoulder.
“Waiting for someone? Brandy, is it?” The scent of warm, perfumed female skin
wafted over him as he leaned into her.
“It took you
long enough, Mr. Talltree.” Her full lips formed a slight pout as she lifted
her chin and tilted her face up to meet his. “Nice to see you again.”
There was no
hesitation or apprehension in her lovely features as he moved closer, placing
his other hand next to her left shoulder, effectively pinning her against the
rock. He wanted to wrap his arms around her lithe, warm body and brush his lips
over her sexy pout. But he thought better of it, not wanting to scare her
off…not yet.


“Yes, it is.” He
let his gaze wander leisurely up and down her luscious body. “Didn’t your
mother warn you about the dangers of stalking a stranger at night in the park
alone?”

About the Author:

Tena Stetler is a paranormal romance and cozy mystery author with an over-active imagination.  She wrote her first vampire romance as a tween, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends.

With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, Tena sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of paranormal creatures telling her their tales. Colorado is her home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-year-old box turtle. 

Any evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn. Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them.

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Interview with Tena Stetler
Where do you get inspiration for your stories?
A wide variety of places and people.  I love to people watch.  You’d be surprised what people say in public. The Inspiration for A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance was a trip to Glacier National Park where Stefan, assassin to the Vampire Council was born.  While at Glacier National Park, I was struck by its beauty and possibilities as a setting for my vampire tale.  I completed two thirds of his story before I discovered another’s story, A Demon’s Witch, had to be told before I could finish Stefan’s.  As it turned out there would be one more tale, A Warlock’s Secrets, before Stefan’s tale would be told. He became a secondary character in two of my paranormal romances, before I finished his story. But it had to be an extraordinary vampire tale, so my vampire assassin transitioned to a midnight DJ in the small town of Whitefish, Montana.”
How did you do research for your book?
Camping in Glacier National Park. I took several virtual tours of Ireland and Australia on the internet. Spoke to author friends that were from those countries.
Do you have another profession besides writing?
I spent several years as a paralegal for a criminal law firm. After I couldn’t tell the attorneys from the clients, I changed careers, then spent several more years as IT and management for an electrical contracting firm.
If you could go back in time, where would you go?
1960’s Woodstock

What is your next project?
I’m waiting on edits on the fourth book in the Demon’s Witch Series and writing the fifth book in the Demon’s Witch Series.

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Mystery
Date Published: 12/14/17

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The Lost Macaw is the fourth novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott is a licensed private investigator specializing in finding missing animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

A former client hires Alex to find her lost parrot. The bright colored bird has flown away before, but this time there is evidence that Molly was kidnapped. The demand is simple—the bird for the pictures.

When her client suffers a stroke, Alex is left with a ransom note, a missing bird, and some very incriminating photos. She is in a race against time to solve the mystery of the lost Macaw.



Excerpt

“Your little old lady is quite interesting, Alex,” Halie said.
“What do you mean?”
“She didn’t exist until about thirty years ago.”
“What?!”
“I did a preliminary background search on her. In general, she is clean. No debt. The house is paid off as is her car. The one thing that jumped out at me was the fact that she had a safe deposit box at four different banks.”
Luke raised one eyebrow. I got a sinking feeling. I had noted the bank accounts but hadn’t really given them much thought.
“Yeah,” I said, “I saw those.”
“So why does an eighty-year-old woman need four safe deposit boxes?”
“Why does she need more than one?” Luke muttered.
“Exactly,” Halie said. “So I dug a little deeper.”
“What did you find?”
“About thirty years ago, Joseph and Trudy Kearns purchased the house on Carriage. Back then, it was a new neighborhood, and the prices were cheap. They paid cash. They also opened a bank account, and Joe got a job working for the city. Those are the first records I can find for either one of them.”
“Trudy would have been fifty at that time. Her husband probably a few years older. What about birth certificates? Social security cards?”
“They had them, but conveniently, they were issued from a small county in Virginia where a massive flood destroyed all their records. The county office was in the process of moving the old paper records to electronic when the flood hit.”
“Let me guess. The Kearns’s records did not survive the flood.”
“Nope.”
“So the only records for them are the ones they had in their possession.” I paused a moment. “Do they look real?”
“Yes,” Halie replied.
“So they could be authentic.”
“Or really good forgeries. In some ways, it was easier back then.”
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Not really. Like I said, she’s pretty clean. Lives on a fixed income of social security and a small pension from her husband’s job. It isn’t much because he only worked for the city for twelve years before he had to retire.”
“This isn’t looking good.”
“I’ll keep digging. See if anything else turns up.”
“Okay, thanks Halie.”
After ending the call, I looked a Luke. He had a perplexed look on his face that I had a feeling mirrored mine.
“Who the hell is Trudy Kearns?”


About the Author



B. L. Blair writes mystery/romance stories. Like most authors, she has been writing most of her life and has dozens of books started. She just needs the time to finish them.
She is the author of the Holton Romance Series, the Leah Norwood Mysteries, and the Lost and Found Pets Mystery Series. She enjoys reading books, writing books, and traveling wherever and as often as time and money allows. She is currently working on her latest book set in Texas, where she lives with her family.

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A Path Through by Janna Olsen Spratt




A Path Through
Janna Olsen Spratt

Genre: Memoirs/Biography

Publisher: Book Venture Publishing LLC

Date of Publication: 08/21/2017

ISBN: 978-1-64069-799-7

Number of pages: 106

Book Description:

In this tribute to the faithfulness of God, the author shows the thread woven through everything from the car accident they walked away from which totaled the car to the last chapter of finding purpose in the pain of being alone. This is a story of overcoming poverty, early marriage, divorce and finding love a second time around. It’s a story of a parent’s tenacity in prayer for a wayward child and of holding on to faith when a seventeen year old grandson dies suddenly at school.

God promised He would take us through the trials.

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Excerpt:

Little did I
know as I packed my books in February that I would unpack them two months
later. And as I prayed for the Lord to lead us to where we should go, I did not
know that my husband, Larry, and I would not be going to the same place.
We were planning
to move back to the Abbotsford, Langley, area in BC where we had lived some
twelve years earlier. It all started with a conversation over lunch with Dwayne
and Maureen, our son and our daughter-in-law. We were talking about seniors’
housing being in short supply and that it might be a good idea for us to think
about where we would like to live and putting our name into some places.
Our plan was to
move back to the coast into an apartment, and from there we could decide which
seniors’ housing would be the right place for us to make an application for. We
needed to look for an apartment there, so we decided we would drive to Surrey
to visit our son, Dustin, and his family, and from there we would search.
Larry would be
eighty years old on March 4, and we could celebrate his birthday as well as
look for a place at the same time. Our children planned a big party with our
family and friends. This was a milestone for Larry because his life had nearly
been cut short a few times before this, and making it this far was somewhat of
a miracle.
Someone has
said, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.” We were praying
about what we should do, and it seemed to us that this was a way to test the
waters. We left Castlegar the morning of March
1. Our plan was
to travel halfway, stay overnight at Princeton, and finish the trip the next
day.
We would be
traveling through mountain passes which could have snow on the highway, so we
wanted to give ourselves lots of time. Larry was a truck driver with more than
three million miles behind him, so he was not too concerned about driving.
Although there
was quite a bit of snow in the first pass, we made good time, arriving in
Princeton early in the afternoon. The next morning after breakfast, we set out
for the final part of our trip. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and we felt good
about the trip thus far.
There was quite
a lot of snow on the Hope-Princeton Highway, but
Larry was not
concerned. Our 2008 Toyota seemed to handle the road conditions well. When we
passed the Hope turnoff and began the divided freeway with two lanes going each
way, we felt we had it made. The worst was over!
We passed a semi
and were still in the left lane when suddenly the left front wheel got caught
in a deep pothole. Larry struggled desperately to keep the car on the road, but
it seemed as if a force stronger than him wrenched the wheel out of his hands,
and we were immediately airborne.
I called out,
“Lord, help us,” as the car flew off the road into the median which was full of
snow.
Everything
happened so fast; it seemed as if we were watching a movie, spellbound. We sat
there with our seat belts on while the car careened crazily down the
embankment, spinning around and doing donuts and other turns. As we spun
around, there was a lot of snow going across the windshield. The back end of
the car slammed into the snowbank as we fishtailed, and the trunk opened,
spilling suitcases and some of the other contents.
As the car was
spinning and slamming into banks, the big back window smashed in, as well as
the backside windows. The backseat was filled with snow. My glasses flew off
and were later found in the snow in the backseat, and my left hearing aid flew
out and was later found on the dash.
At one point we
started to climb the bank toward the traffic on the eastbound side, but it was
a steep incline, and we were kept from going there. For one second I saw it, I
thought we might go into it; but instead the car rolled back, turned, and came
to rest on its right side on two wheels leaning against a snow-covered bank.
Larry had to brace himself with his feet in order not to fall down on me.
In the midst of
all this turmoil, we sat there with our seat belts on.
Strangely, we
felt protected. The front window did not even have a crack in it, the front
side windows were untouched, and the air bags did not deploy.
We were not
seriously injured.
I reached for my
cell phone, began dialing 911, and then a man was standing there, peering in
the front window, asking if we were all right.
We shouted we
were okay. Just then two RCMP officers appeared. They were traveling by and saw
what happened. One of them had been headed west, and the other one was headed
east. Coincidence?
A truck driver
had stopped and come to help, as well as some other men. There were at least
six men there. When we said we were all right, with us still in the car, they
put the car back on four wheels. They opened the doors and helped us out of the
car, asking again and again, “Are you sure you are all right?” We assured them
we were a little shaken but otherwise all right.
We each had two
men, one on each side, holding on to us as we trudged through the deep snow
across the median and up the bank to the highway. We waited in the police car until
the ambulance came. After the paramedics checked us out and the police took our
statements, we were taken to the Fraser Canyon Hospital at Hope, British
Columbia, for further examination.


Besides being
shaken up, Larry had some cuts on his hands and arms which were quickly
bandaged. The cuts were probably from the shattered glass when the back windows
smashed. I had a black eye. I must have banged my head on the window frame, although
I did not remember just when it happened.

About the Author:

Janna Spratt is the author of a collection of poetry, QUIET REFLECTIONS, and two children’s books; BILLY GOAT AND THE RED NECKERCHIEF and FUN AT NANA’S HOUSE. After she was widowed in 2011, she found a passion for life in writing. This fourth book is her story of faith in God that does not quit in spite of the challenges that come. Her goal is to realize her God given purpose in life and to live it to the best of her ability.

www.apaththrough.com

https://apaththrough.wordpress.com

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Sid Sanford Lives! by Daniel Ford







Literary Fiction
Date Published:  9/18/2017
Publisher: 50/50 Press

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Sid Sanford always follows a path, just not his own. From backyard Wiffle ball games to New York City skyscrapers, Sid finds triumph and pain in equal measure during his uncertain, and at times violent, thrust into manhood. A colorful, loyal family, a plethora of eccentric friends, and a few star-crossed soulmates highlight his journey, but it’s ultimately up to Sid whether his destiny fulfills his potential or drowns in the bottom of a bottle.






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Daniel Ford is an author, journalist, and the co-founder/co-host of Writer’s Bone, a literary website and podcast that champions aspiring authors and screenwriters. Sid Sanford Lives! is his debut novel. Ford lives with his fiancée Stephanie in Boston, Mass. He can often be found coaxing words out of a half-empty bourbon glass.







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Red Sleeper by Brian Downes





Red Sleeper
The Berlin Fraternity Universe
Book Two
Brian Downes

Genre: Historical horror

Date of Publication: December 1st, 2017

ISBN-13: 978-1978447349
ISBN-10: 1978447345
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Number of pages: 450
Word Count: 118,766

Cover Artist: Miriam Medina

Tagline: A cold war after dark.

Book Description:

In the horsepower town of 1950s Detroit, FBI agent Christopher Haigwood is raising his Catholic family and hunting Soviet spies. Then a communist fanatic who was arrested with a lot of guns, dynamite, and heroin breaks out of jail right before his eyes, and Haigwood is plunged into a terrifying labyrinth of plots, informants, liars, and the horrifying revelation that vampires are real, and that some of his KGB quarry are undead.

Red Sleeper is set in the world of The Berlin Fraternity.





Excerpt:

          Haigwood
had read Walter Swale’s file several times. He’d written sections of it. White.
Brown eyes, brown hair, approximately 5’6”, 175 pounds estimated weight. Father
born in Poland, 1893, changed the family name to Swale from Szwarc on arrival
in the USA. Haigwood had studied photographs of Swale to memorize the high
chin, the bulging lips, the distance between the eyes, the widow’s peak that
pointed out of the receding hairline. He had once sat at Swale’s kitchen table
with the curtains drawn and copied names out of his address book while Swale
was out at the movies. Now Swale was sitting in jail, having been brought in
the night before for resisting arrest, along with possession of: four ounces
Mexican heroin, ten sticks dynamite, one M1 rifle with two hundred rounds of
ammunition, one police revolver with ammunition, and twenty-three copies of a
Communist Party pamphlet urging workers to revolt against their bosses and
their elected leaders in Washington, D.C.
          Haigwood
had been at home with his wife, Annie, over the Thanksgiving weekend. He’d
gotten the call last night at dinner. Now he was walking into the jail at eight
on Monday morning to get his first eyeball-to-eyeball with this Red they had
been watching for more than six months.
          There
was a jail guard stationed at the front desk. Haigwood smiled at the man as he
unwrapped his scarf from around his neck. “Good morning! How’s everything with
you fellas?”
          “Good
morning,” the guard answered, looking him up and down warily. “Is it snowing
already?”
          Haigwood
took his fedora off, tapped the snow dust off its brim, and ran his hand
through his hair. “Yes, it’s brisk out there!” He pulled out his credentials.
“I’m Christopher Haigwood, Federal Bureau of Investigation. I’m here to see
Swale, Walter, a prisoner brought in about 2100 hours last night.”
          The
guard, whom Haigwood saw was about ten years younger than he was, focused on
Haigwood’s ID. He reached his hand out tentatively to touch the wallet. “I
heard about that. So you really work for J. Edgar Hoover, huh?”
          “And
the American people,” Haigwood answered with a smile. “Now do you think you
could get someone to show me to Swale?”
          The
guard picked up a telephone receiver from a handset at his station and dialed a
number. Haigwood toyed with his hat, smothered his impatient sigh, and looked
around at the signs in the jail’s foyer. The signs told him to be on the alert
for any men dressed in black and gray stripes, because they might be escaping inmates.
And that he was going to have to surrender his revolver if he wanted to go any
further. He looked out the window and saw the snowflakes floating gently
downward, their numbers growing. From further inside the jail he could smell
the morning coffee, but he’d just finished off a Coca-Cola in the car.
          He
was really angry at Swale for getting himself arrested like this. But he was
very much looking forward to speaking to him personally.
          A
second guard appeared and took Haigwood inside the jail. This one older than
him, and not shy at all about staring at the G-man with frank curiosity. He had
a nametag that read, “G. Cantor”. Nobody asked Haigwood for his service weapon,
so he kept his overcoat on and didn’t mention it.
          “So
I read this guy’s sheet,” Haigwood’s guide said indifferently as they walked.
          “Yeah,
you did?”
          “Yeah,”
Cantor nodded, looking like he didn’t care, but watching Haigwood’s face
carefully. “You know we don’t get a lot of dynamiters in here.”
          “Oh,
you don’t?” Haigwood put a chime of surprise in his voice.
          “No,”
the guard said, warming up to explaining his job to someone he had expected to
be smarter than him. “We don’t get too many commies, either.”
          “I
guess you’ve got one today, though?”
          “Yeah,
yeah, we’ve sure got one today. It’s an unusual day. Here he is, on the end.”
          They
had been walking down a chilly, second-level row of cells as Haigwood parried
Cantor’s efforts to pump him for information. It was cold enough that Haigwood
was quite comfortable with his overcoat on. Morning light, turned a cottony
gray by the snow coming down outside, slanted in through the high, narrow,
barred windows.
          Swale
was up early, and had heard them coming. Haigwood could see him pressing his
face up against the bars of his cell, craning his neck to see them approach.
But Haigwood stopped first at the cell adjacent to Swale’s, and looked down at
a little man wrapped in a blanket on one of the cell’s two bunks. “Who’s this?”
He asked Cantor.
          “Who,
him? That’s Hobson. He stays with us sometimes, three or four times a year.”
          “What
brings him in?”
          “Tuning
up his wife.”
          Haigwood
gestured at Hobson’s sleeping cellmate. “And what about that one?”
          “That’s,
uh, Gomez. Got drunk and stabbed a fellow over a game of cards.”
          “OK,”
Haigwood said, reassured that the two men who might overhear his conversation
didn’t much matter. He told the guard, “Thank you very much, Mr. Cantor, I’ll
be fine here,” as he took the final few steps that brought him face to face
with Walter Swale through the bars of his cell.





About the Author:

Brian Downes learned to read at a young age. He is now a novelist who lives in Orlando, Florida. His other novels are The Berlin Fraternity and The Carrefour Crisis. He also writes for the website Florida Geek Scene.

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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

The Evaporation of Sofi Snow by Mary Weber




ABOUT THE BOOK

The Evaporation of Sofi Snow 
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Release Date: June 6th 2017
Genre: Young Adult, Science Fiction, Dystopia

Synopsis:

Ever since the Delonese ice-planet arrived eleven years ago, Sofi's dreams have been vivid. Alien. In a system where Earth's corporations rule in place of governments and the humanoid race orbiting the moon are allies, her only constant has been her younger brother, Shilo. As an online gamer, Sofi battles behind the scenes of Earth's Fantasy Fighting arena where Shilo is forced to compete in a mix of real and virtual blood sport. But when a bomb takes out a quarter of the arena, Sofi's the only one who believes Shilo survived. She has dreams of him. And she's convinced he's been taken to the ice-planet.

Except no one but ambassadors are allowed there.

For Miguel, Earth's charming young playboy, the games are of a different sort. As Ambassador to the Delonese, his career has been built on trading secrets and seduction. Until the Fantasy Fight's bomb goes off. Now the tables have turned and he's a target for blackmail. The game is simple: Help the blackmailers, or lose more than anyone can fathom, or Earth can afford.



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Mary Weber is the multiple-award-winning author of the bestselling young adult Storm Siren Trilogy, and The Evaporation of Sofi Snow series (all by HarperCollins). An avid high school, middle school, and conference speaker, Mary's passion is helping others find their voice amid a world that often feels too loud. When she's not plotting adventures involving tough girls who frequently take over the world, Mary sings 80's hairband songs to her three muggle children, and ogles her husband who looks strikingly like Wolverine. They live in California which is perfect for stalking L.A. bands, Comic-Con, and the ocean.

Mary's debut, Storm Siren, was featured in the Scholastic School Book Fairs, and her novels have been endorsed by bestselling authors Marissa Meyer, Jay Asher, Wendy Higgins, CJ Redwine, and Jonathan Maberry.

You can also find Mary's fun interviews in the paperback of Marissa Meyer's NYT bestselling, CRESS, and in Jay Asher's 13 REASONS WHY movie tie-in edition. Most recently, you can see her and her family as extras in the NETFLIX Original Series, 13 REASONS WHY.

She gets nerdy at @maryweber.com, FACEBOOK @MaryWeberAuthor, INSTAGRAM @MaryWeberAuthor, TWITTER @mchristineweber, and GOODREADS. Come say hi!!


Interview with Mary Weber

(1)Do your characters seem to hijack the story, ordo you feel like you have the reigns of the story? Funny enough, I don’t think I’ve ever been asked this before! But the characters defi-nitely run in random directions. They never hijack things enough to redirect the ultimate plot, but I’m always finding them insisting on their own personalities, choices, anddra-matic moments within the plot. It’s a bit like having children, come to think of it. ;)

(2)Convince us why you feel your book is a must read. Well,my mom likes it, so there’s that. ;) But honestly, I don’t think every book is for eve-ryone. However, if you like a fast-paced, high-stakes story focused around a gamer girl who’lldo anything to protect her brother, an ice planet that’s appeared beside Earth’s moon, alien abductions, diversity, betrayal, political intrigue, and a playboy ambassador who knows much more than he’s saying...The Evaporation of Sofi Snow is likely your cup of tea. 

(3)Have you written any other books that are not published?  I’ve written one unpublished story – four years before my first novel (Storm Siren) released. Admittedly, the manuscript is a huge, glorious mess, but I’m still wildly in love with it, lol.

 (4)Pen or type writer or computer?  I plot everything on paper, but when it comes to the actual writing, I use my com-puter.  Alone.  In silence.  With mydoor closed.  Otherwise my brain is yelling “squirrel” every five seconds and I’m like, “Ooh let’s make cookies and paint things.”

(5)Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans? I have the best fans ever. Honestly. They are brilliant, creative, and most importantly –they are incredibly kind. I see their Instagrams, messages, and comments, and I’m blown away by the goodness they put into the world. They are my community, and I will do just about anything for them. I feel like a broken record on repeat, because all I can continually say is, “Thank you. Thank you for sitting at this table of friendship with meand for believing in the power of authentic community. Long may our nerd flag wave.


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