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Those books include:

A Ryli Sinclair Mystery, Book 1

By Jenna St. James

Published: August 2017

Genre: Cozy Mystery

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By Summer Prescott

Published: April 2017

Genre: Thriller

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By Alex Jameson

Published: February 2017

Genre: Horror

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All the Light There Is by Anise Eden

All the Light There Is

The Healing Edge

Book Three

Anise Eden

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Suspense

Publisher: Diversion Books

Date of Publication: September 12, 2017

ISBN: 978-1635761641

ASIN: 1635761646

Number of pages: 290

Word Count: 97,770

Tagline: Anise Eden brings us the thrilling and romantic finale to The Healing Edge Series, perfect for fans of Karen Robards or Shiloh Walker.

Book Description:

Psychotherapist Cate Duncan is done with danger. Her whirlwind weeks of training at the MacGregor Group’s parapsychology clinic, while exhilarating, have also brought one crisis after another. So when their research colleague Skeet offers Cate and her boss-turned-boyfriend Ben some time away at his secluded hunting lodge, even though it’ll be a working vacation, they jump at the chance.

But the idyllic Mercier Lodge is teeming with secrets. An aura reader and a telepath who work with Skeet reveal his unorthodox research methods, triggering the MacGregor Group’s suspicions. Then there’s the matter of a tragic death that occurred at the lodge over a year ago, and how it connects to unsolved mysteries from Cate’s past―mysteries she may not be ready to confront.

As they delve into Mercier’s unsavory history, Ben and Cate stick close together, trusting in their love for each other to keep them safe. But when a plot separates them, Cate must rely on the MacGregor Group’s paranormal abilities, some surprise allies, and her own determination to track Ben down and crack Mercier’s mysteries before the strange place claims any more victims.

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ParaTrain
Internship, Day Six

It’s just a
meeting. Nothing to be nervous about. I wiped my damp palms on my skirt and
ordered my brain to focus on something else. Like the Jag, I thought. Focus on
the fact that you’re finally getting a ride in the Jag.

And not just any
Jag—the British 1936 Jaguar SS100 Ben had restored. He’d found the car in a
barn in Pennsylvania, sitting on blocks and covered in hay bales. Now, it
looked like it had just left the showroom. My fingertips roamed across the soft
leather seat as I admired each piece of shining chrome and the deep glow of the
wood on the dash. The car’s transformation was a testament to Ben’s
workmanship—not to mention to his patience and tenacity when it came to the
things he loved.

The things—and
the people, I thought, smiling down at my ring. I hadn’t exactly made things
easy for Ben, but now, two gold birds were wrapped around my finger, holding a
lustrous piece of Scottish agate between their wings. He’d wanted to give me a
tangible reminder of how he felt, a talisman to guard against anxiety and
doubt.

I stole a glance
at Ben. He was completely in his element, left hand loosely holding the
steering wheel, right elbow propped up on the door. Everything about him was
solid and squared-off, from the angle of his jaw to the way he carried his
shoulders. These qualities were augmented by his charcoal gray suit and crisp
white shirt—worn sans tie, as usual. I marveled that no matter what internal
battles he might be fighting, Ben always exuded a quiet confidence.

“Enjoying
yourself?” he asked.

“Completely.” I
closed my eyes and inhaled my new favorite scent—a mixture of fine wool,
cotton, and vintage leather that clung to Ben like an olfactory tattoo. “My mom
would have loved this, you know.”

His light brown
eyes softened. “You think so?”

“Absolutely.”
Every summer when I was a kid, she had taken me to the local car shows. Back
then, we could only look, never touch. Riding along with Ben, I felt like a
glamorous movie star. I struck my best Hollywood pose, and he smiled.

It was such a
pleasure—not to mention a relief—to see Ben relax after the nonstop drama of
the past two weeks. There had been too many life-and-death situations, too much
tension. And more than anyone, Ben had earned a vacation. With that in mind,
after our meeting at the Smithsonian, we planned to spend the rest of the
weekend on the Eastern Shore. That evening, we had a dinner date with my
mother’s cousin, Ardis, and a reservation at a nice bed-and-breakfast. Sunday’s
schedule was still open. I thought we might head to the ocean; I loved the beach
in the fall. Or we could take the ferry to Smith Island; wander around St.
Michaels, go sailing…. As I considered the possibilities, I nearly forgot to be
nervous.

Then we entered
downtown D.C. I sobered as stately suburban homes gave way to modern office
buildings and massive structures of chiseled granite. Before long, the
Smithsonian office building came into view—ten stories of tinted glass
reflecting the cloudless blue sky like a darkened mirror. It took up half a
city block.

Ben caught me
biting my lip. “You know there’s nothing to be nervous about, right?”

“I know,” I
lied. The truth was, I couldn’t believe we were actually there. It had been
less than twenty-four hours since Ben told his mother, Dr. MacGregor, about our
group’s experience with the double kheir ritual. Now we were on our way to meet
with her world-class paranormal research team—and not just to exchange
information. We’d been asked to give a demonstration, as well.

I had dressed up
for the occasion, wearing a dove gray pencil skirt and a wine-colored cashmere
sweater my mother had given me one Christmas. Still, I couldn’t shake the
feeling that I didn’t belong at the Smithsonian—not as anything more than a
tourist, anyway.

“Well, just in
case,” he said, “let me remind you that you have nothing to prove here. None of
us do. My mother already told her colleagues what happened with our ritual, and
they’re keen to know more. But they don’t have any definite expectations; after
all, half of them still think the double kheir is just a myth.” In a
conspiratorial tone, he added, “Think of it this way. I know you have a lot of
questions. Today, you can ask anything you like.”

“Hmm.” I bit the
tip of my finger. “Anything?”

“Sure.”

“Like whether
The Da Vinci Code was based in fact? And whether they’re all members of the
Illuminati?”

He chuckled as
we pulled into the underground parking garage. “If you ask them those
questions, I’ll make sure you get a substantial year-end bonus.”

“Deal,” I said,
smiling tentatively. I was still getting used to the idea that my new boyfriend
was also my new boss.

Ben was the
manager of the MacGregor Group, an alternative healing clinic founded by his
mother and housed in a repurposed church. I first met him when my former
employer, Dr. Nelson, sent me to the MacGregor Group for treatment. My mother’s
recent suicide had left me in pieces, unable to function. As close as she and I
had been, somehow I hadn’t seen that my mother was in crisis. Her shocking loss
had debilitated me, and I could barely leave my house, let alone return to my
job as a psychotherapist. What Dr. Nelson hadn’t told me was that Dr. MacGregor
was a psychiatrist who specialized in paranormal gifts, and that instead of
“treating” me, she and Ben were enrolling me in ParaTrain, a paranormal skills training
program. My first lesson had been to learn the definition of an empath—and that
I was one.

Since then, my
life had changed so dramatically that it was unrecognizable. Dr. Nelson, Dr.
MacGregor, and Ben had all worked hard to convince me that because I was an
empath, the key to maintaining my mental health was to leave my job as a
therapist and go to work for the MacGregor Group. The idea of leaving my
beloved therapy clients was nothing short of heartrending. But after due
consideration and several persuasive paranormal experiences, I had agreed to
take their advice. Before I could officially start my new job, though, I had to
complete a three-week training program: one week of preparation, followed by a
two-week internship.

My time in
ParaTrain had flown by. Although I was starting my final week of the
internship, I still didn’t feel anywhere near ready to take on my new role as
an empath healer. Before I met the MacGregors, I hadn’t even known that empaths
existed, so I was still struggling to find my bearings. And the unexpected
romance between Ben and me was keeping me permanently off-balance. Add in the
mind-blowing experience we’d had with the double kheir the previous week, and….
Well, I didn’t even know what had happened there, so I was fairly certain that
I’d make a fool of myself trying to describe it to the Smithsonian research
team.

That thought had
me wiping my palms on my skirt again. “I am nervous, though, about this
demonstration we’re supposed to give. The researchers may not have any definite
expectations, but surely they’re hoping to see something. And unlike the rest
of you, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You’ll be fine,
Cate,” Ben reassured me as we pulled into a parking space. “Kai’s got it all
figured out. He said he has something simple and easy planned, so just follow
his instructions. Even if nothing interesting happens, that’s still useful
information for my mother’s team. They’re scientists, remember? In an
experiment, even a negative result is valuable.”

I had no reason
to doubt Kai. He was a highly capable expert in ancient rituals, among other
things. But when it came to the paranormal, I had a track record of
unintentionally messing things up. “What if I forget our instructions and start
reading people’s emotions?”

Dr. MacGregor
had passed on a request from her project director that we refrain from using
our paranormal gifts on the members of the research team without their specific
permission. Apparently, they were much more comfortable observing others than
being observed themselves.

“The fact that
you’re already worrying about that means it’s highly unlikely you’ll forget,”
he said. “And even if you do, who’s going to know?”

Only everyone, I
thought. My poker face was nonexistent. I buried my face in my hands. “I’m just
afraid that I’m going to embarrass myself. And you. And your mother. And
disappoint everyone.”

Ben turned off
the ignition. I felt him lean towards me and gently tuck an escaped strand of
hair into my braid. “That’s not possible.”

His optimism was
endearing, if ill-founded. “Oh, I assure you, it’s possible.”

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About the Author:

Before becoming an award-winning author, ANISE EDEN wanted to be a wildlife photographer. Unfortunately, a strong aversion to large insects, poisonous snakes, and sharks―along with a cat allergy that might well extend to tigers―limited that career option. Also, Anise always roots for the gazelle, and we all know how that usually turns out. Fortunately, Anise’s voracious hunger for reading kept her occupied, eventually morphing into a passion for writing quirky stories filled with heart, humor, and imagination. Anise loves that through writing, she can live out any adventure she likes without the need for antivenom or antihistamines.

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Website: http://aniseeden.com/

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 Interview with Anise Eden

T’s  Stuff, thank you so much for having me on your blog to celebrate the release of ALL THE LIGHT THERE IS! It is such a pleasure to be here.

Where do you get inspiration for your stories?

I wish I could answer that better, but it comes from anywhere and everywhere. For example, the inspiration for one of the books I’m planning to write came from a pair of drawings I saw a couple of years ago in a museum exhibit. Inspiration remains a mysterious process for me.

How did you do research for your book?

I’m fortunate to have friends and family members who have expertise in a variety of areas, who are very patient and generous in sharing their knowledge with me. For this book, I had to learn a lot about hunting and trapping, as well as medical issues like concussions and the effects of various drugs. I watched a lot of YouTube videos on paintballing, as well!

If you could go back in time, where would you go?
Oh, my goodness—so many times and places, it’s hard to choose. If I could, though, I would really love to go back and be part of the moon landing. Practically speaking, I might not want to go back much further than that, due to my deep appreciation of antibiotics.

What is your next project?
Currently, I’m working on a new paranormal romance/suspense novel that may develop into another series. It’s set in a hospital and features a highly quirky cast of characters and an intriguing apocalyptic subplot. The working title is The Cracking, and I’m enjoying writing it immensely!

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Ashes to Memories
Annie Anderson
(Ashes to Ashes #5)
Publication date: October 13th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

What she doesn’t know just might kill her.

Nicola is having trouble settling into her new life.

Memories assault her at every turn – even in her dreams. When a friend comes to her for aid, Nicola is once again thrust into a dangerous world – a world she still cannot remember.

Kyle thought the worst was over.

Sure, his wife can’t remember their beginning, but even with a few bumps, having her is better than not. But keeping Nicola alive is a full-time job even he might not be able to fulfill – especially when his darling wife decides to jump into the fray.

It turns out the worst has only just begun.

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Author Bio:

Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, and old man of a dog.

In her past lives, Annie has been a lifeguard, retail manager, dental lab technician, accountant, and now she writes fast-paced paranormal thrillers with some serious heat.

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Red Dagger
H.G. Lynch
(Reaper Born, #1)
Publication date: August 24th 2015
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Ruairidh is a Demon Hunter, like his father. But when his father is murdered by a demon he was hunting, Ruairidh must move back to Scotland to live with his mother and brother.

He vows to kill the demon who murdered his father, but he struggles to balance Hunting with college, and his hostile brother makes it clear he wishes Ruairidh had never come back.

Doesn’t help that Ru is falling for the girl his brother is crushing on.

Life is going to get very tricky for Ruairidh, but as long as he has his sword and his wits, he’s ready to take on whatever comes at him.

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EXCERPT:

The Catchi loomed up in front of me and grinned, its fangs dripping venom. Then it brought one clawed foot down on my reaching hand, its curved toenails sinking into my wrist, and I cried out in pain. I glared up at it and yanked the hunting knife from the sheath on my thigh, slicing it cleanly through the demon’s calf. It howled and hobbled back as the lower half of its leg hung on by a few threads of muscle. I’d cut through the bone.

Pulling the dismembered foot free of my hand, I tossed it aside and rolled to my feet, blood leaking down my fingers and dripping onto the floor. I knew I had to move fast because Catchi could regenerate limbs – I hadn’t crippled it for long; all I’d done was really piss it off. The neon green blood gushing from its severed leg was already slowing, the stump already knitting flesh to bone and stretching out.

Without waiting for it to heal any more, I lunged while it was still off-balance. I crashed into it at the waist, tackling it to the ground. We skidded along the wreckage-strewn floor and slammed into the wall. The demon scrambled to shove me off, its claws raking my arm, but I ignored the flare of agony and brought my blade down in a vicious arc, ramming it hilt-deep in the demon’s throat. Green blood sprayed over me as I yanked the knife to the side, ripping open the Catchi’s neck.

The monster’s eyes widened, its mouth opening to display brown fangs the length of my pinkie finger, but the only sound that came out was a faint gurgling. Breathing hard, dripping blood – both its and mine – I started to get up, but the demon grabbed my arm, and with one last surge of energy, head-butted me in the stomach. I gasped as I felt the poisonous spikes drive into my gut and stumbled backward, clutching a hand over the wound.

The Catchi went limp, finally dead, but I couldn’t enjoy the success because it had just condemned me to death along with it. “Fuck,” I wheezed, already feeling the venom going to work, the acid eating at my insides.

Author Bio:

H.G. Lynch is a Paranormal Romance author from Scotland. She is an avid reader, and cat-lover. She spends most of her days writing, while wrestling her cat off her laptop. She loves horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow.

Her books are dark paranormal romances.

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The Dead of Night by Jean Rabe Virtual Book Tour

Mystery

Date Published: September 1, 2017

Publisher: Imajin Books

As Sheriff Piper Blackwell rushes to a clandestine meeting with an aging, paranoid veteran who believes spies are trailing his every move, she is caught in a fierce thunderstorm. Pounding rain drums against the bluff, washing away the earth and revealing a grisly secret someone tried to bury a long time ago.

Putting a name to the skeleton on the bluff, and searching for the thief who robbed the old veteran of his life’s earnings, sends Piper delving into the sleepy towns that dot her rural county. Now she’s digging into pasts perhaps best left alone.

Accompanied by Chief Deputy Oren Rosenberg, Piper seeks to expose a truth someone wants to remain forever hidden. The investigation may have started with a thunderstorm, but Piper aims to finish it and find justice. Uncovering fragments of Spencer County’s history could prove more dangerous—and deadlier—than she ever expected.

About the Author

Jean Rabe is the author of thirty-eight novels, more short stories than she cares to count, and has edited magazines and anthologies. She’s new the mystery field, as her earlier works were in fantasy and science fiction. The Dead of Night is her second Piper Blackwell book, an uncozy-cozy with a big dash of police procedural thrown in. The first, The Dead of Winter, was released in 2016. Jean attends game conventions, works as a mentor for graduate-level writing students, and tosses tennis balls for her dogs in her spare time. She makes sure she has spare time for three or four toss sessions a day. You can find her website at www.jeanrabe.com.

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Cover Reveal Blitz "Framed - A Black Swann Investigation"

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Title: Framed – A Black Swann Investigation

Author: Wayne Kerr

Genre: Mystery / Thriller

Toronto’s newest homicide detective, Reggie Swann, seemed to have it all: great career, handsome husband and plans to start a family, until she was framed for murder…

A cop has very few friends in prison. After surviving ten brutal years behind bars, Reggie’s conviction is finally overturned thanks to her tenacious mother, a new forensic test and a very clever lawyer. She quickly discovers that getting her old life back won’t be as easy as she hoped. To many, she was still as the media had dubbed her: ‘Black Swann – murderer and cop-gone-bad’. The Toronto Police Department still considers her to be a suspect, Reggie’s husband has remarried and the real killer is still on the loose.

Before Reggie can return to Toronto and solve the crime that ruined her life, she reluctantly agrees to investigate a murder in her home town of Penticton, only to discover the two cases which are separated by ten years and five provinces might somehow be connected. Will anyone believe the wild theories of the disgraced detective?

The real murderer does. He framed her once, this time Reggie Swann must die!

Author Bio

Canadian author, Wayne Kerr, was born and raised in the small town of Biggar, Saskatchewan (New York is big, but this is Biggar). He married his high school sweetheart, Marlene, thirty-nine years ago and has lived happily ever since. They resided in the United States for the past twenty years, but recently returned to Canada and now call the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia home. The writer honed his story-telling skills while keeping his five younger siblings and later his daughter entertained during long cold winters. When not reading or writing thrillers, Wayne is probably hiking, biking or playing tennis.

For more information on the author and his books please visit: waynekerrnovels.com or follow him on twitter: @waynekerrnovels

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Malachi and I by J.J. McAvoy blitz

Malachi and I
J.J. McAvoy
Publication date: September 27th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A Contemporary Mystical Romance

What if I told you the greatest love stories ever told—Cleopatra and Mark Antony, Salim and Anarkali, Romeo and Juliet and so many more—are far greater tragedies than anyone has ever realized?

What if I told you that you haven’t been reading a new story… just a new chapter in one epic saga?

If I told you…all of those lovers…were actually the same two souls seeking their happily ever after over and over again, would you believe me?

Would you believe them?

Born again,

Love again,

Part again,

Was their curse.

In this modern era, will they find eternal love or will they be doomed to repeat the cycle forever?

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EXCERPT:

MALACHI

Apples.

I hate apples.

I hate them for no other reason than the symbolism they invoked. Throughout literature, apples have taken on the symbol of sin, the forbidden fruit, the start of chaos, the undoing of man. The most famous stories are that of Adam and Eve, a single apple caused them paradise and peace.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs—an apple laced with poison that caused Snow White to fall into a coma until a random man awakened her with a kiss. A happy ending, unless you knew that Snow White was Margarete von Waldeck, a sixteenth-century German countess who was banished to Brussels by her step-mother. The poison came from the King of Spain, the father of her prince, and yes, with a damn apple. But she didn’t fall sleep, she died.

Then in Greek Mythology, at the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, Eris, the Greek goddess of strife and discord, who understandably was not invited to the wedding but lacked the rational capacity to figure out why, decided to throw a golden apple onto the table at the feast to the most fairest one of all. One apple, dozens of vain goddesses, and just like that a wedding was destroyed and a war began.

If I could take every bloody apple and shoot them to the moon, I would. Maybe if I’d thought about earlier then I wouldn’t have been in my current situation—I wouldn’t have been covered in smoke, sweat, and blood. I wouldn’t have tried to save the old woman from her burning car. Burning because a chain reaction of events that began with the younger woman who was crossing the crosswalk in front of my car, and the impatient fool who ran out of the store. As he barreled into her and knocked her over her bag fell and sent a slew of apples rolling into the street. Apples her daughter then broke free of her grasp to chase after which caused the oncoming pick-up truck to swerve left and straight into the old woman’s car as she was pulling out of her parking space at Spencer’s Grocery Store.

The sight and sound of the accident startled the teen driver who was pulling up behind me, causing him to step on the accelerator instead of the brakes. As his car slammed into mine, my head snapped forward and smashed into the steering wheel as my seatbelt dug its way into my shoulder.

“Dude are you okay?!” The teen moron, screamed as he rushed from his car to mine.

“Help!”

“Oh my god!”

“It’s on fire!”

Even though my vision was blurred I saw the car—a silver BMW—and the bloodied woman who lay unconscious inside of it, and without thinking I pulled off my seatbelt and ran towards the car. I felt nothing as I yanked on the door repeatedly while the smoke rose into my face. Even when she was in my arms and I was dragging her from the car I felt nothing. Nothing, until I looked around screaming for help, only to see, the now bruised and chipped and deformed but no longer rolling…a bunch of fucking apples.

Author Bio:

J.J. McAvoy was born in Montreal, Canada and is currently studying Humanities at Carleton University. She is the oldest of three and has loved writing for years. She is inspired by everything from Shakespearean tragedies to Pop Culture. Her novel "Ruthless People", out July 17th, hopes to push boundaries and take her readers on a ride through the dark side. Please feel free to stay in touch via Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and youtube, where she video blogs.

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