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Thursday, September 3, 2020

The Game Changer by Samantha Lind

Title: The Game Changer

Series: Indianapolis Eagles #8

Author: Samantha Lind

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance

Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design

Photo: Sara Eirew

Release Date: September 17, 2020

Blurb

Johnathan

The one word I didn’t think I’d have to accept so
soon—retirement.

Never playing again was my new reality, along
with all the other symptoms that came along with my career-ending injury.

Just as I'm learning to deal with my new normal, life throws
me another challenge, but this one might just be the game-changer that alters
my life for the better.

Jill

I've always been focused. School. Graduation. Opening my own
business.

I didn't see myself settling down anytime soon, I had an
empire to build.

I definitely didn’t expect a newly retired hockey player
would bulldoze his way into my life.

Maybe it's time I focus on more than just my business.

The more time we spend together, the more I realize I can
have more than one focus.

Sometimes, when one chapter closes, it makes room for
another…

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Author Bio

Samantha Lind is a contemporary romance author. Having spent
the first 27 years of her life in Alaska, she now calls Iowa home where she
lives with her husband and two sons. She enjoys spending time with her family,
traveling, reading, watching hockey (Go Knights Go!), and listening to country
music.

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Brimstone Bound by Helen Harper

Firebrand, Book 1

Urban Fantasy

Release Date: September 3, 2020

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A werewolf killer. A paranormal murder. How many times can Emma Bellamy
cheat death?

I’m one placement away from becoming a fully fledged London
detective. It’s bad enough that my last assignment before I qualify is
with Supernatural Squad. But that’s nothing compared to what happens
next.

Brutally murdered by an unknown assailant, I wake up twelve hours later in
the morgue – and I’m very much alive. I don’t know how or
why it happened. I don’t know who killed me. All I know is that they
might try again.

Werewolves are disappearing right, left and centre.

A mysterious vampire seems intent on following me everywhere I go.

And I have to solve my own vicious killing. Preferably before death comes
for me again.

Excerpt

The first thing I heard was the buzzing. It tickled my eardrums at first
then, as I gained consciousness, it became more insistent – and more
annoying.

I moved slightly and there was a strange rustle. What the hell was I lying
on? It felt like plastic, or rubber sheeting perhaps. There was an acrid
tinge to the air that definitely smelled of rotten eggs, and there was an
unpleasant taste of ash in my mouth. This didn’t make any sense.

It took more effort than it should have done to open my eyes. It was like
they’d been glued together and I virtually had to peel open my
eyelids. I blinked, trying to adjust my vision. I was so hot – and
what was this crap around me? I plucked at it. I’d been right: it was
definitely some sort of white plastic sheeting, but it was singed and burnt
like someone had taken a flamethrower to it.

I sat up, shoving it to one side. That was when I realised I was
naked.

I jerked with such force that I fell off the table and landed with a heavy
thump on the cold, linoleum-covered floor. I groaned and looked around. It
wasn’t a table, it was a metal gurney. That was when the memory of the
attack came flooding back to me.

I must be in hospital. It was the only thing that made sense. The incessant
buzzing was coming from an overhead strip light that cast a stark light
around the room. I licked my lips and tried to call out to alert a passing
doctor or nurse but I could only croak. If I wanted help, I’d have to
go and look for it.

Staggering to my feet, I grabbed the remnants of the plastic and wrapped it
around myself. This was a strange hospital room: for one thing, the bed
wasn’t a proper bed, it was just a slab. And there was no IV line or
comforting ECG beeping next to me, although I could see a metal tray with
various implements lying neatly across it. Several scalpels and … I
stared. Was that a rib spreader?

I backed up, colliding with another metal trolley and sending various bits
and pieces clattering to the floor. Without thinking, I bent down to pick
them up. When I saw the flames flickering around my toes, I let out a brief
shriek and frantically slapped at them to put them out.

My heart was hammering against my ribcage. What in bejesus was going on? I
straightened up. With shaking fingers, I touched the side of my neck where
I’d felt the knife pierce my skin and slice through my artery. There
was nothing there. No mark, no bump. It wasn’t even sore. I reached up
to the back of my head where I’d been thumped. There was nothing there
either.

Breathing hard, and growing more and more convinced that this was some sort
of crazy-arsed nightmare, I looked around for some kind of clue as to where
I was and what had happened.

My gaze fell on the clipboard hanging on the side of the gurney. I grabbed
it and stared at the words: Jane Doe. DOA. Approximate age: 30. Identifying
features: mole on left thigh. Apparent cause of death: exsanguination from
knife wound on throat.

The clipboard slid out of my hand and fell to the floor.

About the Author

After teaching English literature in the UK, Japan and Malaysia, Helen
Harper left behind the world of education following the worldwide success of
her Blood Destiny series of books. She is a professional member of the
Alliance of Independent Authors and writes full time, thanking her lucky
stars every day that's she lucky enough to do so!

Helen has always been a book lover, devouring science fiction and fantasy
tales when she was a child growing up in Scotland.

She currently lives in Devon in the UK with far too many cats – not
to mention the dragons, fairies, demons, wizards and vampires that seem to
keep appearing from nowhere.

You can find out more by visiting Helen's website: helenharper.co.uk

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Starfighter Rising by Daniel Seegmiller

Science Fiction

Date Published: 9/17/2020

The enemy wanted him. The galaxy needed him.

Sixty years ago Nolvarics nearly conquered the solar system. They were
defeated by starfighters.

Konran dreamed of becoming a starfighter, but he blew his one shot five
years ago. Now his life is stuck in neutral as a glorified rock
hauler.

He didn’t expect to find Nolvarics lurking within the solar system.
They didn’t expect him to survive the confrontation.

Now all eyes are on Konran as he is plunged into a whirlwind of space
battles, peril, and conspiracy. The Nolvarics will stop at nothing to catch
him, dead or alive.

Can Konran rise up and claim his destiny, or will the galaxy fall?

About the Author

Daniel Seegmiller grew up loving Star Wars, Mech Warriors, and all things
sports. He started out as an English major before switching to his other
love, science. He has an MS in mechanical engineering and has worked on
everything from biomechanics, to machine learning, to defense technology.

Daniel loves dreaming up awesome adventures…like, literally, he
wakes up in the middle of the night with the best ideas. Most of the stories
he writes are for his kids. Starfighter Rising is his debut novel.

He lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico with his wife and three squirrelly
children.

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Explosive by KE Osborn

Title: Explosive

Series: The Houston Defiance MC Series #1

Author: KE Osborn

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: August 24, 2020

Cover Design: Designs by Dana
Cover Model: Kevin Creekman

I couldn’t walk away.

It’s not who I am.

The moment I saw Rayne broken and bloodied, I knew I wasn’t leaving without her.

As the president of the Houston Defiance MC, my job is to protect. And there’s no taming the rage building inside my body, screaming at me to shield her from the husband who’s beating her day in and day out.

Taking her was never in my plans, but plans change.

I don’t care if she’s married.

Or that her husband’s a cop.

Our connection is explosive, it’s dangerous, it’s intoxicating.

And I’m fast being swept up in her storm.

It’s something I can’t ignore.

I thought the enemy was clear, and I was ready to fight.

But maybe there’s a threat we didn’t see coming?

Maybe there’s someone closer to us than we ever could have imagined.

Someone who could be the destruction of us both.

I start moving toward the exit. My chest heats so fucking much it’s like I’m on fire. I don’t know what the hell’s happening right now, but having Rayne in my arms, knowing while I’m holding her, and no fucking person in the world can touch her, it has my body flaming in adrenaline.

This woman is bad news.

Real bad fucking news.

Her eyes linger on me as I walk with her from the bedroom, down the hall, and outside to the waiting van. Having her right up against me like this is not doing my cock any favors. She smells like peaches and fucking sunsets.

How the fuck can someone smell like a sunset? It’s like I’m going out of my damn mind right now.

She’s invading my senses as I help her inside the van, placing her in the rear seat.

“I don’t understand why you’re helping me?” Her eyes lock onto mine.

My protector mode rears its head yet again as I lean over her grabbing at the seat belt to pull over her. Our faces come in line with each other.

Rayne scrunches up her face, reaching for the seat belt. “I can put on my own seat belt.”

I jerk my head back as she removes it from my grip while trying to gain control of the situation. I pull it back from her and click it into position. “I’m sure you can, but I need to ensure you’re taken care of. Can’t get you out of this situation and have you injured on the way into the club because you’re not buckled in properly.”

Her eyes widen. “There are so many things wrong with what you just said. One, you think I’m incapable of something as simple as doing up a seat belt. And two, you believe your driving is so bad I’m going to be injured on the way to wherever it is you’re taking me?”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Then you need to think about how you word shit, ‘cause you’re coming across as an arrogant ass.”

I glare at her smug, insolent, beautiful face. “You have an attitude problem, cherry bomb.”

She snorts. “And you think you can control me because I get beaten up by my husband? He might walk all over me, but you…” she tilts her head smugly, “… not so much.”

Hmm. She has a feisty side.

I lean in closer. Her eyes widen, and her breathing hitches. She’s affected. “I like your fighting spirit, Rayne. You are a wild one.”

She leans in closer, we’re only an inch apart, the smell of peach surrounds me. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to rush forward pressing my lips to hers. My eyes stare into her incandescent emerald green eyes, they’re so alive, so alight with fire. She has so much fight in her. As she licks her bottom lip, my cock twitches when she whispers, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

A low hum vibrates from my chest as I exhale, backing away from Rayne slowly.

She’s trouble with a capital ‘I’m screwed.’

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.