Title: Dead Man's Hand Series: The Journals of Octavia Hollows, Book 2 Written by: Stacey Rourke Pre-order Link: https://amzn.to/2GFad1G Blurb: With a touch of her hand, Octavia Hollows can restore life. Yet, she couldn’t save the man she loved from the horrific accident that stole him from her. Octavia thought she could outrun the pain, but ghosts from the past refuse to be silenced. Out of options, she chooses to retrace her wayward journey across the country in search of answers. Surrounded by baffling mysteries of the undead, what she learns about herself along the way might become her greatest weapon. Las Vegas, Nevada: Sin City When Octavia visits her old boss to get a few questions answered, Octavia stumbles onto yet another mystery. This time in the form of a charred body and a huge stack of cash. She thinks she is doing a good deed by waking the victim to help him get justice for his death. Instead, she finds herself running from a mob hitman, and tempted by a malevolent entity offering her heart’s desire. Is the promise of a wish granted more alluring than the hunt of truth? Author Bio:
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Florida with her husband, two beautiful daughters. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. Awards: RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012 and Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 Readers' Favorite Fantasy Silver Medal Winner for 2015 Readers' Favorite YA Fantasy Bronze Medal Winner 2017 Utopia Award Winner Author of the Year 2018 Utopia Award Winner for Best Villain 2018 for Ursula in Rise of the Sea Witch Author Links: Author/Founder of OUAB www.staceyrourke.com www.facebook.com/staceyrourkeauthor Twitter @rourkewrites Instagram rourkewrites http://www.onceuponabookauthorsigning.com/ www.facebook.com/ouabauthorsigning/ Twitter @OUABauthorevent
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Title: The Dead Girlâs Stiletto
Author: Quinn Avery
Genre: Mystery Thriller
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber
Publication Date: April 2nd, 2019
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Nearly a decade after moving across the country, journalist Bexley Squires returns home when one of Hollywoodâs brightest stars makes her an offer she canât refuse. After all, itâll take more than the chump change in her bank account to find her missing sister.
But the elite seaside community of Papaya Springs has become more corrupt than she imagined, and she soon stumbles into a web of twisted games played by the rich and famous. With time running out, can she save her sister before it's game over?
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QUINN AVERY is a bestselling and award winning author from the Midwest with 27 novels published under various pen names. The Bexley Squires Mystery series is the first mystery/thriller novel under the Quinn Avery pseudonym.
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She knew the game was overâshe was about to die. She could feel it in her bones. The young woman wept as she staggered across the main deck of a super yacht near Papaya Springs, playground for the filthy rich and famous. A crisp breeze sent a violent chill racing through her body. She was naked apart from a pair of high heels. She was also badly bruised, and utterly baffled. The moonlight cast a sinister glow on the dark water surrounding the vessel. The boat gently rocked beneath her with the oceanâs swells. Where was she? How did she get there?
Her chest heaved as she continued to stumble ahead. Pain radiated through her skull, and her forehead was covered with something warm that also saturated her eyes and blurred her vision. She swiped the sticky substance with a trembling hand. Blood coated her fingertips. Had someone hurt her? Did she have an accident? She remembered a fightâ¦
Nausea sloshed through her stomach. She knew she should yell for help. In the deepest depths of her cloudy memory, she also knew no one would come to her rescue. They were after her. Her throat filled with bile.
She didnât understand why her thoughts were so muddled. Had she taken something? Heart pounding an erratic beat, she continued to scurry across the teak wood. Her lungs burned. Panic set in. There was nowhere to hide.
Then she saw him emerging from the shadows. She limped into his open arms.
âIâm scared!â she cried. âWhatâs happening?â
Gentle hands caressed her back. Warm lips swept over her shoulder. His familiar scent instantly put her at ease.
But there was something off. The woman sensed it with every nerve in her body.
âShhhâ¦thereâs no need to cry,â he cooed. âEverythingâs going to be okay.â The words were a contradiction to the sorrow wavering in his voice.
âNoooo,â she slurred with a sob. She backed away until something was pressed against her shoulder blades. A railing. There was nowhere else to go. She was trapped. âPleaseâ¦donât let them do this.â
The womanâs cries came in agonizing howls. She wanted her mom and dad. She wanted to go home.
She knew his face was the last thing she would ever see.
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Twenty-year-old Eric OâNeil sprinted across the sandy shore, his feet leaving deep indentations in the fine powder. Multimillion dollar yachts skimmed across the glittering Pacific Ocean less than a mile away. Hulls sparkled like diamonds in the sweltering sun. Crisp masts snapped in the warm wind. Speakers blasted whatever gangster rap was currently dominating the charts. Even on an early holiday afternoon, it was an opportunity for the wealthy to play in SoCal, exposing their sun kissed shoulders without a care in the world. A moderate amount of sunbathers dotted the majestic shoreline, generally those too poor to be among those playing in vessels on the water.
âGenerally only two types were known to be residents of the swanky community: those with unfathomable wealth, and those paid to serve them. It was common knowledge to locals that illegal drugs ran rampant, and everyone went out of their way to keep their secret, fearing their source of income would disappear along with their customers. It was rumored some establishments even had secret rooms where they could relax amongst luxurious amenities while ingesting white powder and popping pills. Eric had hoped heâd come across one of those places, but he was merely stoked heâd scored primo weed from a high-end dispensary using his fake ID. They didnât have anything like it back in Detroit. He was higher than the blue skies above his head.
âHe yelled over his shoulder to his girlfriend, âTry to keep up!â He was slated to be Papaya Springs Collegeâs best baller this season, having broken his stateâs high school records two seasons in a row for most points scored by one player. The moment he stepped on the basketball court he was a true god, destined for a pro team after college. There had already been a handful of recruiters vying for his attention with under-the-table bribes of trips involving drugs and hordes of female companions.
It gave him an even greater sense of pride when Tehya Jensenâunquestionably the hottest and richest chick he knewâliterally chased after him. Her parents owned a string of hotels all over the world, and they had invited Eric to spend Thanksgiving at their $20 million condo. He never imagined heâd be privileged to that kind of lifestyle. His parents had teetered on the edge of poverty ever since the automotive plants began to shut down. Heâd only been able to afford college because of the athletic scholarship.
ââSeriously, my limbs are too heavy for this!â Teyha whined from far away. âSlow down!â
âLaughing manically, Eric rounded the corner, stumbling across a sand dune. He lost his footing, long limbs sprawled around him as he face-planted onto the beach. With a long grunt, he flipped around to his back and started to move his hands and legs at his sides.
âLook at meâ¦Iâm a sand angel,â he muttered before releasing a nasally chuckle.
Then the back of his arm connected with something firm, wet, and exceptionally clammy. Eric rolled to his side, blinking heavily at the sight before him. A naked woman with giant knockers was fast asleep where the tide had recently gone down in the sand. Dark, wet hair covered her face, and her arms and legs were spread out around her like she had just made angels in the sand too. In fact, one of her legs was crooked at an unusual angle. Wait, Eric thought to himself, sheâs not naked. Sheâs wearing heels.
They werenât just any pair of heels, either. They were a luminescent gold with rhinestonesâhell, maybe even diamonds. If the water hadnât ruined them, they could be outrageously expensive. Since Eric didnât have two spare pennies to rub together after covering expenses not included in his scholarship, he would have to get creative in finding someone as rich as Tehya an impressive Christmas present. He didnât want to screw up the chance of getting invited back to her parentsâ condo.
âEric peered over his shoulder, ensuring Tehya wasnât close before he went to work in removing the womanâs shoes. The suction of her wet skin made removing them more difficult than he had anticipated. Either that or he was still seriously tripping from his last hit of the primo joint. Tongue trapped between his teeth, Eric pulled and pulled until the unconscious womanâs feet gave up the fight.
Just as he was contemplating copping a quick feel of the womanâs perfect tits (he was dying to find out if they were real), Tehyaâs muffled scream pierced the warm air. He twisted around to find his girlfriend holding both hands over her mouth, eyes as wide as a cartoon characterâs. She wore a skimpy little dress that made her fatherâs face as red as a cherry when they came down from her room after a heated make out session. Warmth spread through Ericâs groin when he recalled how many times he had violated that sweet little body in the condo with her parents nearby.
âOhmygod! Eric, what are you doing?â
All at once remembering he was holding the womanâs shoesâTehyaâs presentâhe clumsily moved them behind his back. âItâs fine, babe. Sheâs sleeping.â
A funny little noise slipped from Tehyaâs throat. âShe does not look like sheâs sleeping. Look at her head!â
Eric stretched back to the woman. Now that he paid a little closer attention, it did seem like there was something terribly wrong. Was that her brain peering back at him? He crawled backwards on his hands and feet in the sand like the crab theyâd tried to give a hit to earlier while getting high. Eric laughed at the memory as he climbed back up to his feet.
âThis isnât funny!â Tehya scolded, her voice becoming even more annoying with every syllable. âWere you stealing her shoes?â
âIf sheâs really dead, sheâs not gonna need them anymore,â he insisted, lifting them in the air for emphasis. âTheyâd look hotter on you anyway.â
âNo way Iâm wearing shoes you stole off a corpse!â
âEric rolled his eyes. Women were never satisfied. He tossed them back by his feet. âHappy now?â
ââYou canât leave them here! We have to call the police, and theyâll think we were somehow involved if they find your fingerprints! Ohmygod weâre totally going to jail! Our lives are over! Youâre going to get kicked off the team, andââ
âBabe, stop!â Eric demanded, bracing a hand over her warm lips. âThe weed is making you paranoid. Weâre not going to jail, and theyâre not kicking me off the team. Weâll take the shoes with us, then weâll call the cops from somewhere far away from here.â
Eric scooped the incriminating evidence off the sand before taking his girlfriendâs hand and leading her away. He wasnât going to prison because of some stupid shoes. Besides, if they were really as valuable as he suspected, then maybe there was a way they could bring in some money.
Title: Seven Nights
Author: DL Gallie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Tash Drake from Outlined with Love Designs
Publication Date: February 27th, 2019
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It was only meant to be a one-night fling for Bryce and Hayden, but when one night wasnât enough, they agreed to seven more.
A week was all it took for the shy florist and the ruggedly handsome rig worker to know they needed more.
It seemed simple enough, but the danger lurking in the shadows threatened their future.
They hoped to have forever, but they found out the hard way forever wasnât as easy as it seemed.
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Shortly after her son was born, DL began reading again. With encouragement from her husband, she picked up the pen and started writing, and now the voices in her head wonât shut up.
DL enjoys listening to music, drinking white wine in the summer, red wine in the winter, and beer all year round. Sheâs also never been known to turn down a cocktail, especially a margarita.
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âHayden,â she breathlessly whispers.
âI love hearing you say my name.â
âHayden,â she whispers again. She grips my head and pulls me to her, slamming her lips against mine. Nipping her bottom lip, I pull back and stare at her. This woman has captivated me for the last week. Never in a million years did I think Iâd see her again. And never again, did I think sheâd be here in my loft. She murmurs my name again and it unleashes something inside of me. I slam my lips against hers and ravage her mouth.
Her fingers pull at my shirt, as she tries to get the buttons undone but her hands are shaking. Reaching behind me, I grab my shirt by the collar and lift it over my head, throwing it on the floor beside us. Her eyes rake over my torso, leaving a blazing trail of lust behind. She slowly begins to unbutton her dress. My eyes watch intently as one by one the buttons pop open. When her hands reach my crotch, she cheekily palms my cock through my pants before nudging me aside as she continues to undo her dress. The last button is undone; reaching forward I separate the material to expose her body. Sheâs wearing bright pink satin panties and nothing else.
Coming March 19thPreorder Now for 99¢Title: Wrought Iron Roses By: Elizabeth Kirke Published by: Siren Press Release Date: March 21, 2019 Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs Edited by: Squid & Ink Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Sisters Rachel, Angie, and Jo may have survived their first encounter with a curse, but hundreds more are lurking within their aunt’s antique shop. There’s just one problem: Peter, the apprentice, has no idea how to start teaching two untrained rune-casters and keep them safe at the same time. Naet It isn’t fair to Jo that she has no magic, but her sisters both do. She feels useless and left out. Worse yet, she knows that she’s a liability. She would leave but something in the shop is calling to her, reaching out … and she won’t leave until she finds it. Ail Every night, Angie’s dreams are haunted by a man who claims he was cursed, and she’s the only one who can save him. When she starts to get sick, Peter and her sisters are sure the cause is her mysterious dreams. How can they convince her that the person she’s determined to help could be the one killing her? Eles Rachel never expected to get a magic power and a boyfriend when she inherited the antique shop. Better yet, she’s actually good at curse-breaking. It seems as though she’s found exactly what she was meant to do. But, when a curse strikes two people she cares about, Rachel is faced with the harsh truth that she might only be able to save one. Click HERE to PreorderELIZABETH KIRKEElizabeth Kirke wanted to be an author before she even knew what an author was. She used to say that she wanted to be an artist, but that was only because she was too young to write and had to tell stories with pictures instead. She hasn't stopped writing since she learned how. It wasn't long before she dreamed of becoming an author and couldn't be happier now that that dream is a reality. If she isn't writing...well, let's be honest; if she isn't writing she's probably on Facebook thinking that she should start writing. But, if she isn't writing or on Facebook, she's probably doing something involving books, baking, gardening, or yarn. In an ideal world, she'd be reading and knitting while something from the garden is in the oven. Then again, in an ideal world, she'd have a flock of ducks and a couple of goats. Like most slightly-nosy, avid readers, Elizabeth can't resist trying to catch a peek at books she sees people reading when out in public to see if she can figure out what it is. While doing just that one day, she realized that it would probably be the coolest-thing-ever if she caught a complete stranger reading one of her books. That's her new dream. Follow Elizabeth at
Science Fiction
Date Published: February 19, 2019
Publisher: CS Books
The future is governed through a genetic hierarchy—superhumans at the top, humans, and defects at the bottom. Welcome to an all-new military science fiction novel from critically-acclaimed author Shami Stovall.
Clevon Demarco, a genetically modified human, has a cocksure attitude and the combat skills to back it up. With his unparalleled skills, he makes his living as a ruthless gunrunner on a shady space station near the edges of the quadrant. Stronger, faster, and wittier than most sad sacks, no one even comes close to Demarco’s abilities—until he crosses paths with the captain of the notorious Star Marque, Endellion Voight.
Captain Voight arrests Demarco and offers him a choice: go to a prison planet for his crimes, or join her starship, the Star Marque, working as mercenaries for the superhumans. But she didn't pick him at random. She has a plan to become a planet governor; a title no human has held since the superhumans won the war. It doesn’t matter the cost—assassinations, extortion, blackmail—she’s determined to claw her way to the top.
All Captain Voight needs is Demarco’s help to carry out her machinations, and she’ll give him everything he’s ever wanted in return.
A fast-paced space opera for those who enjoy Old Man’s War by John Scalzi, Revelation Space by Alastair Reynolds, or anything by Robert A. Heinlein.
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The bright lighting of the room hurt my eyes, but I adjusted in a matter of moments. I got a quick look around and froze up. Everything was so well ventilated and clean… I wasn’t in Section Six. It was a medium-sized room with a single metal door. My healing vat sat in the back corner, extending from the floor to the ceiling. There was a computer terminal and two large, steel crates with the words Medical Supplies stamped across the side. But those things paled in comparison to the viewing window on the far wall. I walked over, eyes wide, and stared out into the depths of space. Capital Station hung in orbit around Galvis-4, a brown-and-turquoise planet that acted as the station’s anchor. The space station—white and pristine from the outside—didn’t look half bad from a distance. It was a hexagonal torus, forever spinning to maintain gravity, powering itself from the rays of the system’s star. From the outside, one would never know of the filth that dwelled inside. From space, it was impossible to see the overcrowding and meaningless death that had made the station so infamous. We had left the dock, but the starship I was on hadn’t left for its destination. Why? My thoughts didn’t linger on it for long. Man, my new skin felt great. I rubbed my arms and shins, impressed by how supple everything had become. I wiped away as much excess mother-cell fluid as possible, but the stuff was everywhere. Just… everywhere. The door to the room slid open. I tensed and whirled around on my heel. About the Author Shami Stovall relies on her BA in History and Juris Doctorate to make her living as an author and history professor in the central valley of California. She writes in a wide range of fiction, from crime thrillers to fantasy to science-fiction. Stovall loves reading, playing video games, entertaining others with stories, and writing about herself in the third person.
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Fantasy, Romantic Fantasy
Release Date: February 13, 2019
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Adventurous American nurse Samantha Winters is on a study abroad program in Australia. But after one perfect night with a handsome stranger, she finds herself with child. Intrigued with an elderly patient's tales of a local creek where pregnant women drown themselves, Sam agrees to help end the curse.
Historian James Campbell keeps a vigilant watch on his family's haunted land, hoping to prevent more deaths. A loner in his personal life, he's stunned to discover his grandmother's nurse is the one woman he can't forget.
Sam is a believer. James is a skeptic. With the legend's anniversary looming closer, the two work together to solve the mystery of Crying Girl Creek. Amid the tangles of secrets and lies Sam has a secret of her own: James is the father of her baby. And he doesn't want children..
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James Campbell knew what to expect. A breeze whipped up against the cloudless blue sky, and soon turned into a wild wind that tore through the canyon carved into the Broken Back Range. It chilled him to the bone, even though the noonday sun beat upon his shoulders.
“Steady.” He held tight to the reins with one hand and stroked the horse’s neck. “Good boy, Blaze.”
The skin on the back of his neck prickled, and the hair on his arms stood like a tangle of spider legs. The wind abated as swiftly as it had started. He stared toward the canyon. New South Wales had suffered an extreme drought, hell, for that matter so had most of Australia.
His dog whimpered.
“Ruby, come on, girl.” He patted his thigh to encourage the pup. She was barely a year old. An Australian kelpie, chocolate brown with a hint of red, and while she enjoyed being out here at the creek instead of the apartment, he understood there were many new things that created some nervousness. Hell, even he had to shake off a chill. He ran a hand inside his shirt. Sweat clung to chest hair. The sweat of fear? Nah, the legend was based on rumor, and the bloody thing kept alive by the curious.
Ruby slunk through the tall, dry grass.
“That’s good. There’s nothing to fear.”
With binoculars raised, he scanned the banks of the creek. The normally still water rippled like someone had skipped a rock into its midst. The sounds—moans that whispered through the grass and rustled the fronds of the willow trees—had been soft today, like a mother crooning to a baby.
Stuff it. Those sounds were purely scientific. They happened when the coastal breezes met the heat of the valley and channeled through the narrow gully. He turned the chestnut gelding, pushed back the brim of the Akubra, and wiped his brow. Binoculars dangled from their strap and bounced against his chest as he headed for the stables. He took off Blaze’s saddle and tossed it over the stall door, rubbed him down, then released him to the lower paddock.
Whatever the hell is going on here, it will be okay. It has to be.
He ambled across the dry land toward the old house, kicking at the red dirt with the tips of his boots. Inside, he pulled a bottle of water from the ancient refrigerator and strode to the front verandah. He loved Crying Girl Creek, but there had been difficult days. So much loss over the years, and that weakened a man. He sat in Grandma’s old rocker. Memories he needed to dig into, things that might help him heal, flooded his senses. After the anniversary of the legend, then he’d give them some thought.
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Robena Grant is Australian by birth but resides in Southern California. She has two adult children, enjoys reading, swimming, friends, simple dinners, a glass of wine, a board game, and heaven forbid…karaoke! Travel has always been her greatest love. France, Australia, Italy, England, and Scotland have featured in her stories. She often chooses a setting that has captured her senses through travel.
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