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Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Mentralysis by Ren Garcia


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The Treasure Hunt Questions will be based on the videos on the Author's YouTube Channel and you can answer the questions and find the YouTube links in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.



Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. 

Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood. He also has a passion for caving, urban archaeology, taking pictures of clouds, and architecture. He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife, and their four dogs.




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They thought the episode with their cousin to the east, Lady Bloodstein, was over. They thought it was something to laugh about at the grand table in fond nostalgia. But they were wrong. They were so wrong. And Castle Blanchefort has fallen!


Lord Kabyl has lost everything: his wife, his kin, his family fortune, and his home. Castle Blanchefort, once a safe haven, is overrun with enemies seeking his blood.


In what follows, he must join forces with ancient enemies and with people who do not exist. He must treat with sinister, possibly untrustworthy gods and barter away his soul for urgently needed arcane help or face certain death at the hands of forgotten tyrants and their machinations from a bygone age.


And, how can a strange science known as Mentralysis, practiced in secret in the hidden places of the League, hold the key to ultimate victory?


What should have been obvious to Lord Kabyl from the start, at last, becomes crystal clear: Foolish is he who dares possess the Ultimate Object, for misery shall be his only reward.


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Chapter 3:--Observing a Wedding  -  https://youtu.be/gud-3Jn9hyg

1: Who is getting married in this chapter?

A)—Ennez & Tellerran

B)—Lady Kilos & Lord Mystery

C)—Lady Sarah and Tal de Roga

D)—Lord Phillip and Thomasina 19th of Waam

E)—Queen Ghome & Queen Xo


2: Who appears as a frightening image in the window?

A)—Queen Ghome

B)—Sam

C)—Lord Kabyl

D)—A Monster

E)—Lady Sarah



Chapter 4:--Visit From Sarah - https://youtu.be/BdPYjc7eU3g

1: Who comes to visit Kilos in her Cat God Pub?

A)—Lady Sarah

B)—Lord Kabyl

C)—Lord Phillip

D)—Lady Sammidoran

E)—Clara Wunderluck


2: What is Magistrate Kilos told during the visit?

A)—That she inherited a great deal of money

B)—That Lord Kabyl has gone missing

C)—That she is dying

D)—That her son is missing

E)—That her husband is missing

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Duke by Kiru Taye blitz


Duke
Kiru Taye
Publication date: June 29th 2020
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Duke’s life is about honour, loyalty and respect for the business.

Nothing else.

Yet…

One look at Carla across a crowded nightclub, and he breaks his own rules.

One night with the seductive woman who calls to him like no other, and he wants to keep her.

But…

His troubled angel is a mafia princess who lives dangerously on the edge.

She plays a desperate prank and sparks a cartel war.

Now…

Duke is in a high-stakes battle to keep everything he loves.

And he intends to win, come Hell or high water.

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EXCERPT:

“Do you come to Club Arufin often?” she asked, attempting to make conversation. The silence unnerved her.

“No,” he replied with a grunt.

Jide didn’t say a word or flick his gaze at her in the rear-view mirror.

Interesting. Her chauffeur wouldn’t be quiet. When she wasn’t on the phone, they would chat or listen to music on the stereo. She could pull her ear pods from her purse and listen. But she would rather talk to this sexy man.

“My friend and I go there almost every weekend,” she tried again, hoping he enjoyed listening to her voice as much as she wanted to hear his. “We’re local, so it’s our joint. But some other people travel a long way to visit Arufin. Even tourists from different countries, all to have the experience. What about you? Do you live in Lori Osa?”

Triple-D said nothing, his neutral expression unchanged.

Seriously, did this guy never lose his cool?

Carla couldn’t be this unruffled to save her life. But if the man wouldn’t budge, then she had to shut up and find another way to get comfortable. She shifted until their bodies touched and tugged her legs onto the leather seat.

As if he knew what she needed, he settled his arm around her shoulder.

She relaxed, warmth spreading through her body. There was something deeply satisfying and comforting about having his arms around her body, making her feel safe as if she could trust him. As if she could give more than her body to him.

The quiet reassurance seemed more potent than a thousand platitudes.

She drew in a deep breath and filled her nostrils with his warm, masculine scent. He hadn’t been in the club long enough for his fresh smell to be polluted, which reminded her that she’d bagged the best man available.

She snuggled deeper, wanting to burrow under his skin, to mark him, so her scent lingered on him and acted as a deterrent to others.

What was wrong with her? She’d met the man less than two hours ago, and she never got attached to hook-ups?

Because this was a hook-up, right? It couldn’t be anything more.

So why was she clinging onto his body and nuzzling him as if she was a cat, hoping he would take her home for keeps and make her purr with pleasure?

Seriously, what was this about?

Yet with all the berating, she couldn’t bring herself to untangle from him, couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

He was too damned secure and comfortable.

“You finally stopped talking,” Mr Triple-D’s seductively low voice drew her from her thoughts.

Tilting her head, she met his gaze. Breath caught in her throat, her stomach tightening.

Mr Dark Dangerous and Decadent was smiling—the kind that made his dark eyes sparkle and indented his cheeks with dimples that would charm old ladies.

Then there were those sensuous lips. Lips designed to claim and caress, to cajole and conquer, to whisper words of arousal or comfort.

She was a goner. Heart-racing, panty-melted goner.



Author Bio:

Kiru wanted to read stories about Africans falling in love. When she couldn’t find those books, she decided to write the stories she wanted to read. Her stories are sensual, her characters are flawed and sometimes she adds a dash of exciting suspense.

She is the founder of Love Africa Press and co-founder of Romance Writers of West Africa.

When she’s not being a writer/publisher/boss-lady, she is also a wife/mother/sister/daughter/aunt/niece/friend somewhere in the south of England.

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Max by Ana Balen






Title: Max

Series: Ryan Family #2
Author: Ana Balen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2020





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Skylar knows she's making a mistake. Settling for someone is never a
good decision. Especially when that someone is a man who any sane person would
avoid. Since high school there was only one person she could count on, Jacob.
But he can no longer help her. Desperate, she sends him a text.

Reading the words of a desperate woman he never laid eyes on, Max can't
shut down the urge to save her. All he can think of is this mysterious woman
that kept texting him over the years. He never answered back, until now.

Two words.

One text message.

That's all it takes for Max's world to turn upside down.

Will he be able to protect her and resolve the mystery that surrounded her?








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Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger
suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian
engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first
met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different
continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual,
but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans,
conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get
herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path
began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a
moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her
first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother. She currently
lives in Ottawa, Canada, filling her empty nest with fur babies. Part footloose
buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most
content when reading or writing books.

Torn by Cole Lepley




Title: Torn
Series: Cherry Grove #3
Author: Cole Lepley
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2020




Blurb

Judah



Coach said no distractions this season

No drinking

No Girls

I've already broken one rule-- and I'm working on the second



Mackenzie



My therapist said no dating this year

No relationships

No sex

I'm getting better at following the rules-- but the new quarterback is making
it so hard to be good.










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Author Bio

Cole Lepley is a contemporary romance author of bad-ass
alpha heroes, a whole lot of drama, and happy endings. She writes realistic
relationships that you can't help but fall in love with.



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Moonlight & Whiskey by Tricia Lynne blitz


Moonlight & Whiskey
Tricia Lynne
Publication date: March 12th 2019
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance

“Super sexy! Against a sensual New Orleans backdrop, Moonlight & Whiskey follows a woman’s journey toward acceptance of her body and herself.”—Helen Hoang, author of The Kiss Quotient

When life gives you curves, you gotta learn how to rock them.

Successful businesswoman Avery Barrows likes her dips and curves, but she’s sick of the haters telling her that she should be ashamed of her body instead of embracing it. Determined to send them a big f*** you, Avery resolves to cut loose during a girls’ trip, hightailing her quick-mouthed, plus-sized self to New Orleans. So, what’s a smart woman with a little extra gotta do to get laid in this town?

Not much if you ask Declan McGinn, the lead singer of BlackSmith. Tall, dark, and tattooed, with a body made for sin, Declan prefers his women as curvy as his guitars. Avery’s sharp tongue and keen mind makes him want her even more.

As they burn up the sheets, Avery and Declan realize this is no one-night (or even one-week) stand. But for all of her bluster, Avery isn’t sure she can handle any more rejection. Besides, Declan has demons of his own. Now Avery has a choice to make: play it safe, or place her trust in the hands of a man who’s as tempting as the devil himself.

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EXCERPT:

I shifted my weight and winced at the stab of pain that traveled around my ankle. The hot guy who’d mowed me down looked me over with concern etched onto his face.

“You all right, Avery?” Kat rounded my side.

“Shit. I hurt you.” Calloused hands covered my arms again and I jolted as a whipcrack of electricity rode down my spine and goose bumps raced over my shoulders.

Christ, I liked his hands on me.

“I think I twisted my ankle a bit is all.” I hoped to God he hadn’t seen the heat creeping over my cheeks.

He squatted down and felt around my ankle joint; my nerve endings started to hum with enough current to light up The Quarter. When he brushed a thumb over the sensitive skin on the inside of my ankle, heat washed through me and an ache kindled to life low in my abdomen. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, closed my eyes trying to get a grip.

“It doesn’t look bruised. Maybe a little swollen, though. I’m gonna lift your foot up.”

I lurched forward, grabbing his solid shoulders, and immediately had the urge to run my hands over their width, so broad and defined, warm and heavy under my palms. More heat, more ache, as I struggled with the impulse to run my fingers around to his nape and through the jet-black stubble shorn tight to his scalp.

Get a grip, Avery.

“You should put some ice on it to be safe.” He set my foot down, looked up with piercing eyes, and a new rush of dirty images flooded my overactive imagination. Slowly, he stood, giving me time to regain my balance, and my fingers grazed over his chest.

I thought I heard an intake of breath, but I was too busy looking at the tiny nipples pearled against his shirt. “Um, thanks. Not for the sprain, for the advice.”

“You guys staying here?”

“Nope. We just like to hang out in hotel lobbies hoping random guys will hit us up for a double team.”

Eyes wide, his mouth fell open before a grin stretched over his lush lips.

Kat snorted, tried to stifle a giggle.

“Yes, we’re staying here, and that was a joke. I don’t do my girlfriends.” I was babbling. Great.

“That’s . . . kind of a shame, but good to know.” There was a shocked sort of delight on his face. Something told me surprising this guy was no easy task. He looked like the kind of dude who had done it all and posted bail. “Avery, right? Let me take you to dinner to make up for this.” He nodded at my ankle.

WHAT? Oh, of course. He didn’t want a date. He just felt guilty. Because dude was fuck-all hot and waaaay out of my league. I couldn’t help the disappointment that swept through my stomach. But God that voice––I savored the sound of my name on his lips and tried not to show how it affected me.

“Thanks, umm . . .”

“Declan.”

“Thanks, Declan, but that’s not necessary. It was an accident and I shouldn’t have popped off so fast. Really, it’s no big deal.” I heard Kat actually “eek.” When I cut a glance her way, she was intently studying the leaves of the fake ficus next to us.

“C’mon. Let me take you to dinner, Avery. It’s the least I can do.” Head cocked to the side with a challenging grin pulling at his lips, he crossed thick arms over his chest and his shirt raised enough that I could see the tops of those muscles that really hot guys always had at their hips. The ones that point at their junk like the sign over the entrance to the roller coaster at Six Flags that said, “Come Ride the Texas Giant!”

My eyes closed with an extended blink and I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried to get a grip.

“No, really––” I started.

Yes! She’d love to go!” Kat cut in, nearly squealing.

Declan slid her a quick wink, then his emerald green eyes danced with laughter as he met mine.

“We have a reservation this evening, remember?” I shot daggers at her with my eyes.

“Actually, this is perfect. I wanted to meet a grad school friend for dinner, but she was only free tonight. You guys can take the reservation instead.”

“Kat,” I warned through clenched teeth. I didn’t need this guy’s pity.

“When’s the reservation?” Declan asked her, but his eyes stayed on me.

“Seven at Grand’Mère. Do you know it?”

He whistled. “Yeah.”

I exhaled, met green eyes that held a hint of challenge. If I backed down now, I’d feel like a coward. My badass turned up then and started beating at the insides of my chest, demanding I meet his challenge.

Fuck it. “Yeah, why not?” The words slipped through my mouth without further thought.



Author Bio:

Tricia Lynne is fluent in both sarcasm and cuss words, and has little filter between her brain and mouth--a combination that tends to embarrass her husband at corporate functions. A tomboy at heart, she loves hard rock, Irish whiskey, and her Midwestern roots.

She's drawn to strong, flawed heroines, and believes writing isn't a decision one makes, but a calling one can't resist. She lives in Dallas 'burbs with her husband and a rescued Cane Corso.

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Falling for the Innkeeper by Meghann Whistler blitz


Falling for the Innkeeper
Meghann Whistler
Published by: Harlequin Love Inspired
Publication date: August 1st 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

She’s the home he never expected to find.

A battle for a charming Cape Cod inn…

But what happens when romance checks in?

Single mom Laura Lessoway won’t accept her mother’s plan of selling her late grandmother’s inn without a fight. But when big-city attorney Jonathan Masters arrives to arrange an offer from his client, she’s drawn to him. And working together as he helps with repairs only brings them closer. With his career and her home on the line, can they ever find common ground?

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EXCERPT:

Jonathan Masters pulled up in front of The Sea Glass Inn, turned off his GPS and sighed. How had he gotten himself into this? He really didn’t want to intrude on a single mother and her young daughter right at dinnertime.

A sixth-year associate at Meyers, Suben & Roe, the top corporate law firm in Boston, Jonathan had left work early to drive to the sleepy Cape Cod town of Wychmere Bay to take care of some new business. This little inn wasn’t the new business, of course, but if he could ensure that Carberry Hotels acquired this prime piece of beachfront property, there was a good shot that the luxury hotel chain would hire Jonathan’s firm for all its legal needs.

And if Jonathan wanted to make partner, as his mentor, Mike Roe, had told him just a few nights ago, he needed to prove he was a closer.

“You’re smart, Masters,” Mike had said, “and a hard worker, but frankly, if that’s all you’ve got, you’re a dime a dozen.”

Although Jonathan generally took criticism well, that had hurt. In his experience, hard work always paid off. It’s what had earned him a scholarship to college and what had gotten him into Harvard Law. The idea that it might not be enough to get him a partnership was simply…unacceptable.

So, if Mike wanted him to bring in new business, Jonathan would bring in new business. Maybe he wasn’t particularly slick or practiced at glad-handing, but if that’s what it would take to earn a partnership, he’d learn. He had to.

He stepped out of the car and looked at the little inn. It was two stories high with gray cedar shingles, black window shutters and a hand-painted sign with its name—The Sea Glass Inn—hanging from a wooden post out front. In other words, quintessential Cape Cod.

He adjusted his tie and cuff links, the expensive ones he wore when he wanted to impress. Not that he expected a single mother to even notice his wardrobe. But it was like his battle armor. Look the part, play the part. Get. It. Done.

There were lights on inside the inn, which was a good sign. He left his suitcase in the car, took a deep breath, walked up the brick-lined path to the front door and knocked.

Almost immediately, the door swung open onto a deserted sitting room with a unique sea glass chandelier, and Jonathan was baffled for a split second until he glanced down and saw a dark-haired slip of a girl with a mischievous smile and gigantic green eyes. She was wearing white tights with purple stars, a pink tutu and—of all things—an itty-bitty Red Sox jersey. Plus, she was holding a couple of crumpled twenty-dollar bills in her hand.

Her big eyes went bigger as she focused on his face. “You’re not the pizza man,” she said, her words betraying just a tiny hint of a lisp.

“Nope.” He grinned and crouched down so he was eye level with her. “Not the pizza man.” He peered into the room behind her. “Is your mom around?”

“Emma, honey!” a woman called out, pushing her way through a set of swinging doors into the room. “I told you not to—” She stopped abruptly when she caught sight of Jonathan.

Although he was certain they’d never met—he’d have remembered a face like hers—the sense of familiarity he felt upon looking into her soft green eyes was jarring. Her clear, heart-shaped face was framed by thick dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in waves. She was slender and dressed casually in jeans and a Red Sox sweatshirt. Although she had hardly a lick of makeup on her face, he was still almost dazzled by how beautiful she was.

He gave his head a small shake—don’t be an idiot!—straightened up and offered his hand. “Hi, I’m Jonathan Masters with Meyers, Suben & Roe. I spoke with your mother, Eleanor, earlier about staying here for a few days while we work out the terms of the deal.”

“You spoke with my mother…about a deal…?” The green-eyed beauty made no move to come closer and shake his hand.

Oh, man, Jonathan thought ruefully. He’d gotten the sense during his meeting with Eleanor Lessoway, this woman’s mother, that Eleanor might be a little flaky—rich, but flaky—but this was taking flakiness to new heights. He wasn’t just intruding on this woman and her daughter; he was ambushing them.

And he didn’t like it one bit.



Author Bio:

Meghann Whistler writes sweet Christian romance novels that WON'T make your grandmother blush.

A hopeless romantic who met her husband on a blind date, Meghann recently left her marketing career to pursue her lifelong passion of writing sweet, inspirational stories that demonstrate the power of love and grace.

Before settling down with her rocket scientist husband and raising three rambunctious boys, Meghann earned a B.A. in English from Amherst College and an M.F.A. in creative writing from Emerson College.

She loves to hear from her readers, who can reach her at www.meghannwhistler.com.

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Blood on Their Hands by Bob Brink



Legal Thriller
Date Published:  May 2020
Publisher: TouchPoint Press


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LEGAL THRILLER – BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS

Bestselling author Bob Brink …
A racist attorney faces a crisis of conscience – and danger –
while reluctantly defending a Black man brutally beaten by police and
charged with resisting arrest.
Hiram Garbuncle is a veteran criminal defense attorney—as well as a
racist, miserly alcoholic. His life revolves around hoarding money,
following sports, pursuing sex, drinking—and the prideful practice of
law.
Alec Monceau is a black man working to support his daughter’s family
in Trinidad. It is 2008, and his car carries an Obama bumper sticker. This
political advertisement leads to a superfluous traffic stop and a brutal
beating by police.
It goes against Garbuncle’s grain to defend a black man from a charge
of violently resisting arrest, but he is so confident of winning that he is
negligent in the jury selection, and a mistrial occurs. He then discovers
incriminating evidence on the two cops, and his new challenge becomes how to
keep himself and his client alive pending a new trial.


 
 About the Author

Bob Brink is a journalist who worked with the Palm Beach Post, The
Associated Press in Chicago, Milwaukee Journal, Tampa Tribune, Joliet
Herald-News, and Palm Beach Media Group (magazines). His byline has been on
thousands of news stories, features, and entertainment reviews.
He has been a freelance writer for several years, and now is embarked on
writing novels. To promote his books, he has a website, with a blog on which
he addresses activities involving his books, other books, and three
passions: grammar, alternative health care, and socio-political issues. The
website address is: www.bobbrinkwriter.com.
His newest book, the legal thriller Blood on Their Hands, was published by
TouchPoint Press in May 2020. It followed Murder in Palm Beach: The Homicide
That Never Died, a roman a clef about a real, sensational 1976 murder that
made headlines for 15 years, and has advanced to the front pages again with
a new development in the case.
The initiating incident in Blood on Their Hands is the brutal police
beating of a Black man, and the theme of racial injustice and bigotry runs
throughout.
Brink has won numerous writing accolades and several awards, including
three for Palm Beach Illustrated, which won the Best Written Magazine award
from the Florida Magazine Association after he became copy chief and
writer.
Besides dabbling in short-story writing over the years, Brink immersed
himself in learning to play the clarinet and tenor saxophone. He performed
many years with an estimable, 65-piece community symphonic band, and played
a few professional big band gigs. He relegated music to the back seat after
embarking on writing novels.
A product of Michigan and Iowa, Brink has a bachelor’s degree in
English and German from Drake University in Des Moines and completed
graduate journalism studies at the University of Iowa.


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