Book Tour, Mystery/ Romantic Suspense

Rum and Coke By Kimberly Knight

Rum & Coke
Kimberly Knight
(Saddles & Racks #4)
Publication date: December 11th 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Not everything goes as planned …

Vincent Reed always believed he’d play professional volleyball in the Olympics, but when he’s injured his sophomore year of college, his dreams are crushed and he loses his scholarship. Instead of dropping out of school, Vinny began working as a male escort to pay for his education and fulfill his new dream of teaching children. Enjoying the life of luxury and travel, Vinny continues moonlighting as a male escort after graduation. He has everything he could ever need.

Everything happens for a reason …

Teresa Stewart never planned to get pregnant before she was married. She also didn’t plan for the father of her baby to die in combat before she could even tell him the news. Struggling to feed herself and her son, Colton, Tessa moves to Las Vegas where she hopes the cost of living will be cheaper and she’ll find a job in a popular hotel. But finding a job isn’t easy for Tessa, and a neighbor soon convinces her that stripping is the best way to make the money she needs to provide for her small family. All of life’s puzzle pieces are starting to come together, but Tessa knows something is still missing.

They say best friends make the best lovers …

At a bachelor party for his co-worker, Vinny meets Tessa. The sexual attraction is undeniable, but they each have something holding them back from moving forward. They grow even closer when Vinny becomes Colton’s teacher, and it seems as though all the pieces are finally falling into place.

However, sometimes the best-laid plans turn to hell …

Because murder will change everything.

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EXCERPT:

Vinny

Present Day

“We’ll always have the Dodgers.”

I took a sip of the rum and Coke I was nursing at the hotel’s bar. I should have been drinking something stronger than rum, or I should have been drinking the 151 proof version that would fuck me up. However, Bacardi had discontinued it, and I was left drowning my sorrows with my usual eighty proof drink of choice because nothing was going to prepare me for today. Not even alcohol.

Especially since it was her wedding day.

When I got the invitation on my doorstep last night, my world came to a screeching halt. Three and half months ago, she’d left me. One minute we’d just started dating, and the next minute she was moving in with the asshole. I tried to go talk to her, but I was never allowed. He lived in a gated community, and she told me on the phone that she was with him under her own free will.

Nothing was adding up, but in the end, I couldn’t get her back.

“We’ll always have the Dodgers.” Those were the last five words Tessa had ever spoken to me. The truth was, we didn’t have the Dodgers. She hated the Dodgers, and I knew it was code— an S.O.S.—but I couldn’t get to her. Couldn’t figure out if it was a cry for help because I was never able to see her again.

I tried.

Now, she was marrying the guy, and I felt as though I was living in some sort of twilight zone. The funny thing was that I was planning on taking a break from escorting for Tessa. I wanted to see where things went with her because she was the first and only woman I’d ever loved. If she were to come back to me, I’d give it all up right now and whisk her away.

If I could.

But I couldn’t.

I drained the rest of my drink and then went in search of the room that would feel more like a coffin to me because watching Tessa walk down the aisle was going to be the death of me. My heart was already breaking, and I hadn’t even seen her yet. Just the mere thought of her taking someone else’s last name was enough to put a crack in my heart—shatter it into a million fucking pieces and cause me to never be whole again.

Why did I even come? Why did I get out of bed this morning? Why did I drive the forty minutes to Henderson and get out of my car? And why was I about to walk into my worst nightmare?

All the questions had the same answer: Because I loved her.

I loved Tessa enough to put her happiness before mine and let her go because now I understood that she did leave me on her own. Maybe I’d never move on. Maybe I’d find someone new and eventually quit escorting and start a family. Maybe. But truthfully, after today, I’d never open my heart to anyone else.

When I found where the wedding was being held, I realized it wasn’t in a room. It was a courtyard, and even though I wasn’t going to feel as though I was suffocating, the hundreds of flowers scattered around, and the altar in the center, taunted me. I made sure to get a seat in the back by the door to the hotel in case I couldn’t handle it and needed to leave.

I pulled a flask of rum from my black suit jacket and took a swig as people started to take their seats. I needed more alcohol to numb the pain. At any moment the wedding would start. Tessa was going to walk in on her father’s arm, and he’d give her away.

And no one would know that he wasn’t the only one giving her away.

 

Author Bio:

Kimberly Knight is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the mountains near a lake with her loving husband and spoiled cat, Precious. In her spare time, she enjoys watching her favorite reality TV shows, watching the San Francisco Giants win World Series and the San Jose Sharks kick butt. She’s also a two time desmoid tumor/cancer fighter that’s made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans. Now that she lives near a lake, she plans on working on her tan and doing more outdoor stuff like watching hot guys waterski. However, the bulk of her time is dedicated to writing and reading romance and erotic fiction.

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Book Tour, Mystery/ Romantic Suspense

Bargaining with the Billionaire Bodyguard

BARGAINING WITH THE BILLIONAIRE BODYGUARD by Lisa Weaver, Romantic Suspense, 288 pp., $2.99 (kindle)

 

Title: BARGAINING WITH THE MILLIONAIRE BODYGUARD

Author: Lisa Weaver

Publisher: Independent

Pages: 244

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 
Having miraculously survived the bombing that blasted his private jet
out of the sky, billionaire Donovan White has dedicated his life to the
pursuit of justice. Now a covert operative for the Sentinels Agency, he
is closing in on the man responsible for the crash. When his mission is
nearly botched by a spunky reporter with a score of her own to settle,
he reluctantly strikes a bargain with the one woman who just might be
capable of decimating his love proof armor.
Reporter Madison Tremaine will do anything to nab the exclusive she
must write to secure the promotion she desperately needs—even if it
means bargaining with a devilish billionaire. Once burned, twice shy,
she has serious reservations about partnering with Donovan, but there’s
more than a career upgrade at stake. Her ability to unearth the truth
surrounding a newly discovered family secret hinges on the sexy
billionaire.
When their quests collide, will their dangerous deal lead to love or will it cost them more than either of them bargained for?

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Chapter One
She was going to self-combust. She
was sure of it.
Downing a gulp of strawberry
spritzer from the chilled glass in her hand, Madison Tremaine resisted the urge
to fan her face to cool the heat rising there. It was bad enough she was the
only woman at the bar in this glitzy nightclub without a date, the last thing
she needed to do was draw more attention to herself.
Against her volition, her gaze
drifted back to the stranger who was responsible for setting her aflame. Those
piercing blue eyes, though! And the man’s perfection didn’t end at those
show-stealing, mesmerizing windows into his soul. From the top of his head of
stylishly-tamed curls to the tips of his Ferragamo shod toes and every
millimeter of chiseled muscle in between, the dark-haired guy standing alone at
the far end of the bar was the epitome of scrumptious.
Too bad she was on a strict
yumminess-free diet, courtesy of her ex-fiancé’s betrayal. She’d adored Eric,
but he’d thrown her love for him back in her face and turned her heart into a
crime scene.
She was over him, now. Her days of
treading the serious relationship path were over, too. But if there was ever a
man worth breaking her love embargo over it was this one. Thankfully, common
sense roadblocked her driving inclination to get to know the sexy stranger. She
couldn’t afford that indulgence. She was here for business tonight, not
pleasure, and Mr. Dreamy Eyes would only splinter her focus.
Actually, ‘splinter’ was putting
it mildly. She was quite certain the handsome stranger was capable of blowing
said focus to smithereens.
As though he knew exactly what she
was thinking, the owner of those deliciously sexy peepers raised his glass in
salute, shooting her a grin that had her hormones whimpering in eager
surrender.
Reluctantly tearing her gaze away
from the intriguing planes and angles that made up his sculpture-worthy face,
Madison shoved aside the driving compulsion to explore where the
blatant interest his body language was telegraphing might lead. There was no
way she could go there. Both professionally and personally, there was too much
riding on the assignment she was here to carry out.
A reporter for the Daily
Commentator, she was here tonight to secure an interview that could very well
be career defining. Her shot at landing the promotion she so desperately needed
hinged on convincing one of the state of
New York’s most speculated about billionaires to share the story of
his rise from abject poverty to rolling-in-it riches. She was here to track
that billionaire down, but Mr. Dreamy Eyes made her want to back-burner the
task at hand and skip directly to playtime.
She promptly stamped down the urge
to take him up on the invitation simmering in his gaze. No one on her paper’s
payroll—or any other paper’s for that matter—had managed to garner a sit-down
with media-shy business mogul Alan Sonetti. She had every intention of
succeeding where they hadn’t.
For her brother’s sake, she had
to.
Alan Sonetti had ignored her
fellow reporters’ attempts to connect with him via phone calls and e-mails, so
she was employing a different tactic to try and secure an interview with the
elusive playboy billionaire. If the mountain wouldn’t come to her, then she
would go to the mountain.
The only downside to her plan was
that this particular mountain happened to reside in a mansion that was more
secure than most fortresses, and his corporate headquarters was a stronghold,
as well. With zero chance of getting face-time with him at either location, she
decided to seek him out at the flagship of his chain of clubs where it was
rumored he surfaced on rare occasion.
After getting a tip that tonight
might be one of those rare occasions,
Madison had shared her plan with her editor, Felicia, who had
given her stratagem her wholehearted backing.
More than just her boss, Felicia
was also a good friend. Earlier today, Felicia had called her into her office
and handed her a shopping bag emblazoned with the logo of a high-end retailer.
“A little something for you to
wear tonight when you visit the club,” she’d announced, looking immensely
pleased with herself.
A peek in the bag had revealed a
slip of black silk nestled in a bed of tissue paper. “A scarf?”
“Very funny. It’s a dress.”
“There’s not enough yardage here
to qualify as a dress.”
“You can dispense with the eye
rolling. Trust me on this. Senetti’s caters to the silver spoon set, and
designer micro-minis are de rigueur there. Besides, if you want a face-to-face
with the man himself you need to get his attention. I guarantee he won’t be
able to take his eyes off you in that outfit.”
“But…”
“There is no but. Just wear the
dress. That is unless you don’t want the promotion?”
Oh, she wanted it. She’d never
wanted something so badly in her entire life. The new position would super-size
her paycheck, which meant she’d be able to help Matt. Since she was the reason
her brother was in a bind in the first place, failure wasn’t an option.
It was that drive to succeed that
had her shimmying into the wispy garment that was the polar opposite of her
usual office armor of tailored slacks and blouses, and joining the crowd queued
up to gain entry into the nightlife hotspot that carried Senetti’s surname as
well as his personal stamp of posh.
It wasn’t until the doorman
ushered her inside that it struck her just how far out of her element she truly
was. Felicia’s gift served as terrific camouflage, but it didn’t prevent her
from suffering from one mega case of fish-out-of-water-itis. Sonetti’s catered
to the rich and famous, a demographic she was light years away from meshing
with.
It was some consolation that she
wasn’t the only square peg trying to fit into this round hole of a nightclub.
Even though this realm of the mega-rich might as well be the planet Mars in her
book, she’d bet her last dollar the real-life Artemision bronze at the bar was
as much of an outsider here as she was.
It wasn’t that Mr. Dreamy Eyes
didn’t fit in with the clientele here when it came to net wealth. His clothing
and demeanor were the epitome of refined and urbane, and he carried himself
with an easy grace and sophistication that spoke of a bank balance that matched
or exceeded those of the affluent partiers in this exclusive hot spot. His
smoldering gaze, however, telegraphed something altogether different. Something
primal, dangerous, and untamed—something that made it clear he wasn’t cut from
the same cloth as the others.
She found that something
irresistibly compelling.
Shaking her head, she reminded
herself that she wasn’t here to get this sexy stranger’s story. It was Alan
Sonetti she was after. Unfortunately, she wasn’t making any progress towards
that end. If Alan was here tonight, she’d yet to spot him.
Curling a strand of her hair
around her pinkie, she tried to ignore the bitter disappointment burning a hole
in the pit of her stomach. Her deadline was looming. If she didn’t land this
story soon, she could kiss any chance she might have of earning that promotion
goodbye.
Resuming her search with renewed
determination, she scanned the club for her quarry. Moments later, her gaze
inadvertently tangled with the sexy stranger’s again.
The accidental eye contact sent a
bolt of impossible-to-ignore chemistry zipping between them, and a wave of heat
rushed to her cheeks. As the sensual pull of attraction wove through her, it
struck her that tonight wasn’t the first time she’d seen this man. 
Drinking in the details of his
perfect features, she only grew more certain she’d seen those high cheekbones
and that classically aquiline nose before. But where?
She’d discounted half a dozen
possible reasons why he seemed so familiar when her cell phone chimed,
announcing an incoming text from Felicia.
“Find him?” the text read.
“Not yet, but I will.” she texted
back in reply.
“That’s the spirit. R U behaving?”
Madison’s mouth curved in a cat-caught-the-canary smile as she
keyed her response. “Sort of. Might be guilty of indulging in an eye candy
fest.” Discretely using her cell phone to snap a photo of the visual treat in
question, she sent the picture off to her friend.
“OMG,” Felicia texted back.
“I know, right?” she typed in
reply.
Felicia’s response pinged back
immediately. “Do you know who that is?”
“He looks familiar, but…?”
“He’s a billionaire, just not the
one you’re chasing down. He made headlines two years ago. Plane crash.”
Felicia’s prompt was all it took
for the ‘ah ha’ moment to dawn. Small plane crashes rarely became the focus of
national news, but when the disaster involved a private jet piloted by one of
the inamoratos of the rich and famous the story definitely merited prime
billing. The newsworthy-factor doubled when word leaked that the only other
person on board the plane was a popular young
Hollywood
actress, Vanessa Ashcroft.
Madison’s fingers quivered with excitement as she keyed her reply.
“Donovan White!”
Her editor’s enthusiastic
confirmation flashed across the phone’s screen. “Yes!”
Madison couldn’t believe her luck.  She’d come here in
pursuit of one story and another one had quite possibly just fallen into her
lap. Donovan White hadn’t been spotted in
New York since shortly after his accident two years ago. When his
aircraft had gone down over the ocean near a remote Brazilian jungle, rescue
crews hadn’t been able to locate the wreckage. It had been assumed there were
no survivors, but a last-ditch search effort had led to the billionaire’s
discovery on an uninhabited island miles from the presumed crash site.
Donovan White had miraculously
beaten the odds. Vanessa Ashcroft hadn’t been so fortunate.
After attending Vanessa’s funeral,
Donovan had retreated from the social scene he’d held court over and left
New York. From that point on, the billionaire playboy who’d once
featured regularly on almost every society page had pulled a vanishing act.
Rumor had it he’d joined in the operation of his family’s
California vineyard.
Then why, after withdrawing into
utter seclusion, had he suddenly surfaced here at the apex of the social
spotlight he’d abandoned?
Madison had a feeling if she could answer that question, she would
have the makings of a scintillating headline.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Donovan White rubbed at eyes that
were gritty from too much caffeine and too little sleep. Two years ago,
clubbing had been one of his go-to pastimes. He’d reveled in the throbbing beat
of the music and fed off the energy of the crowd.
He wasn’t that man any longer.
Now the strobing lights,
ear-drum-busting din of the band, and the obnoxious clashing of a myriad of
warring designer perfumes only grated on his nerves—nerves that were already
stretched thin by the dire nature of the mission he was here to carry out.
A covert operative for the
Sentinels Agency, he’d invested countless hours over the past few months
knitting together a tenuous bridge to Alan Sonetti. It was believed that
Sonetti was doing business with master mobster Lawrence Mendacci, and the
bridge he’d cobbled together just might bring the agency one step closer to
putting an end to Mendacci’s reign of terror.
Gaining Sonetti’s trust hadn’t
been easy, but he’d managed to convince the man he was every bit his match when
it came to treading in the gray. He was here to rendezvous with the club owner
after being granted his first face-to-face meeting with him.
So far he’d been left cooling his
heels.
He despised waiting. It gave him
too much time to think about things he wanted to keep tucked away in the ‘do
not disturb’ section of his mind—too much time to dwell on the way lives had
been irrevocably changed in the aftermath of the crash he’d been unable to
prevent.
He was determined to do everything
in his power to prevent future tragedies. Tonight’s meeting would open the door
to doing just that. Liz Meyers, the dynamo at the helm of Sentinels who’d
recruited and trained him, had tasked him with entrenching himself within
Sonetti’s organization. He wasn’t about to let her down.
And so he would wait. He could be
patient if this temporary inconvenience brought the Sentinels Agency one step
closer to quashing Lawrence Mendacci’s blood trail and bringing an end to the
mobster’s reign of terror.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that his
wait came with an unexpected reward—an enticing distraction from the tedium of
being on Sonetti’s stand-by list in the form of a blue-eyed, ebony haired angel
at the bar. The pulse-stutteringly beautiful woman practically vibrated with
barely suppressed energy. She’d captured his attention the instant she’d swept
into the club.
He wasn’t the only one who’d taken
notice of her. Despite the fact that he and the bartender were the only men in
the establishment without a woman hanging on their arm, that didn’t stop the
other male patrons from checking the sexy siren out. 
And who could blame them? The
beauty wore a flashy designer mini dress that highlighted her curves, paired
with sky-high stilettos that accentuated her long, shapely legs. Her stunning
face was framed by a cascade of dark hair that glinted with burgundy
highlights.
The urge to thread his fingers
through those seductive strands of ebony silk flared hot and insistent,
surprising in its intensity. He chalked the craving up to not having had a
woman in his life since Vanessa, but he knew it was more than that. There was
something about this woman that called to him. She looked like she was here on
a mission, and he couldn’t help but wonder what her quest might be.
Noticing his interested perusal of
the beauty, the bartender quirked an eyebrow in masculine solidarity. “Not hard
on the eyes, is she?”
“That she’s not.”
“Why don’t you do yourself a favor
and buy her a drink?”
It was a shame he didn’t have time
for such a pleasant distraction at the moment. If he did, he wouldn’t need the
bartender’s urgings to connect with the woman. 
“I would if I wasn’t here on
business,” he replied. “I’m waiting to meet with Alan Sonetti.”
“Business, huh? Too bad.” Rubbing
the teak countertop with his polishing cloth, the bartender paused mid-swipe
and regarded him intently.
Donovan saw the exact moment
recognition dawned.
“Say, you’re Donovan White, aren’t
you?”
Nodding, Donovan took a swallow of
his drink in preparation for the volley of questions he knew would inevitably
follow.
“It was a miracle you made it off
that jungle island alive. I imagine it couldn’t have been easy being stranded
in the middle of nowhere, not knowing if or when you’d be rescued.”
“It wasn’t. It’s an experience I
don’t like to rehash.” A half-hearted smile took the bite out of his response.
Not at all dissuaded, the
bartender ploughed on. “A shame about that actress you were dating. Tragic that
she didn’t survive the plane crash.”
“Yes,” he agreed, taking another
drink in hopes of anesthetizing the sharp sting of guilt. But the bite of the
brandy couldn’t dispel the painful memories, and the world’s supply of alcohol
wouldn’t ease his crushing despair over what had happened in the aftermath of
the accident. Nothing could.
Leaving the bartender’s curiosity
unquenched, he steered the conversation back to the topic at hand. “The
woman…is she a regular?”
“First time I’ve seen her. A lot
of purebred peacocks gather here, but this one is a ray of sunshine. I just
wish she wasn’t here poking around looking for trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“She was asking about Mr. Sonetti,
earlier. Not to disrespect the boss, but nothing good ever comes of that.
Beautiful women are in here all the time, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
He’s got that RHS factor, you know? Rich. Handsome. Single. On the rare
occasions one of them is lucky enough to find him, they inevitably throw
themselves at him hoping he’ll fall for them. He doesn’t throw them back—just
uses them until he tires of them. The relationships all end the same, and it’s
not with him putting a ring on their finger.”
Donovan raised an eyebrow at the
man’s candor. “I see. Well, I’ll be keeping your boss tied up with business for
a bit. Maybe she’ll get tired of waiting.”
For her sake, he hoped she did.
Alan Sonetti was into shady up to his neck, and he’d hate to see her get mixed
up with the man. If the bartender was right, and the dark-haired beauty was on
a hunting expedition to bag Sonetti, odds were good she had no idea she was
tracking dangerous game.

 

 

 

 

Lisa Weaver’s love affair with all things literary was sparked the moment she opened the cover of her first book and The Pokey Little Puppy
captured her heart. Her tastes have matured since then, but whenever
she delves into the pages of a new novel she experiences the same thrill
of discovery. Every book is a glorious safari into a world of endless
possibilities and inexhaustible inspiration. Since romance is Lisa’s
favorite genre to read it was inevitable that, when she was bit by the
writing bug, she would choose to pen stories of strong, sexy heroes and
bold, beautiful women finding their happily ever afters. She thinks of
her stories as fun and flirty romantic romps—like decadently rich
cupcakes, heavy on the frosting. She hopes her readers will find her
novels every bit as satisfying as dessert.When she isn’t reading, writing, or plotting more romantic treats,
she can be found behind the lens of her camera, in front of a canvas
with a paintbrush in hand, or spending time in her garden. She also
loves exploring her beautiful home state of Maine. Lisa loves to hear
from readers! Please drop by and visit her anytime at her website, www.lisaweaverromance.com. You can also keep in touch with the latest Weaver Romance happenings via her Facebook and Twitter pages.

Lisa’s latest book is the romantic suspense, Bargaining with the Billionaire Bodyguard.

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The Women Left Behind * Linda Howard

Jina Modell works in Communications for a paramilitary organization, and she really likes it. She likes the money, she likes the coolness factor—and it was very cool, even for Washington, DC. She liked being able to kick terrorist butts without ever leaving the climate-controlled comfort of the control room.

But when Jina displays a really high aptitude for spatial awareness and action, she’s reassigned to work as an on-site drone operator in the field with one of the GO-teams, an elite paramilitary unit. The only problem is she isn’t particularly athletic, to put it mildly, and in order to be fit for the field, she has to learn how to run and swim for miles, jump out of a plane, shoot a gun…or else be out of a job.

Team leader Levi, call sign Ace, doesn’t have much confidence in Jina–who he dubbed Babe as soon as he heard her raspy, sexy voice–making it through the rigors of training. The last thing he needs is some tech geek holding them back from completing a dangerous, covert operation. In the following months, however, no one is more surprised than he when Babe, who hates to sweat, begins to thrive in her new environment, displaying a grit and courage that wins her the admiration of her hardened, battle-worn teammates. What’s even more surprising is that the usually very disciplined GO-team leader can’t stop thinking about kissing her smart, stubborn mouth…or the building chemistry and tension between them.

Meanwhile, a powerful Congresswoman is working behind the scenes to destroy the GO-teams, and a trap is set to ambush Levi’s squad in Syria. While the rest of the operatives set off on their mission, Jina remains at the base to control the surveillance drone, when the base is suddenly attacked with explosives. Thought dead by her comrades, Jina escapes to the desert where, brutally tested beyond measure, she has to figure out how to stay undetected by the enemy and make it to her crew in time before they’re exfiltrated out of the country.

But Levi never leaves a soldier behind, especially the brave woman he’s fallen for. He’s bringing back the woman they left behind, dead or alive.

 

About the Book

The Woman Left Behind
by Linda Howard

Series
n/a; standalone

Genre
Adult
Romantic Mystery / Thriller

Publisher
Avon Books

Publication Date
November 27, 2018

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About Linda Howard

LINDA HOWARD is the award-winning author of numerous New York Times bestsellers, including Up Close and Dangerous, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Cover of Night, Killing Time, To Die For, Kiss Me While I Sleep, Cry No More, and Dying to Please. She lives in Gadsden, Alabama with her husband and a golden retriever.

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Book Tour, Mystery/ Romantic Suspense

Murder in the Forbidden City

Peking, 1867

When one of the Empress’s ladies-in-waiting is killed in the Forbidden City, she orders Inspector Gong to find the killer. Unfortunately, as a man, he is forbidden from entering the Inner Court. How is he supposed to solve a murder when he cannot visit the scene of the crime or talk to the women in the victim’s life? He won’t be able to solve this crime alone.

The widowed Lady Li is devastated when she finds out about the murder of her sister-in-law, who was serving as the Empress’s lady-in-waiting. She is determined to discover who killed her, even if it means assisting the rude and obnoxious Inspector Gong and going undercover in the Forbidden City.

Together, will Lady Li and Inspector Gong be able to find the murderer before he – or she – strikes again?

Readers who enjoy historical mysteries by authors such as Victoria Thompson, Deanna Raybourn, and Anne Perry are sure to love this exciting start to a new series by Amanda Roberts.

 

About the Book

Murder in the Forbidden City
by Amanda Roberts

Series
Qing Dynasty Mysteries Book 1

Genre
Adult
Historical Suspense

Publisher
Red Empress Publishing

Publication Date
July 11, 2017

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About Amanda Roberts

AMANDA ROBERTS is a writer and editor who has been living in China since 2010. Amanda has an MA in English from the University of Central Missouri. She has been published in magazines, newspapers, and anthologies around the world and she regularly contributes to numerous blogs. Amanda can be found all over the Internet, but her home is TwoAmericansinChina.com.

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Book Tour, Mystery/ Romantic Suspense

Snatching Dianna by Seelie Kay

Snatching Dianna
Feisty Lawyers Book 1
By Seelie Kay
 
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About Snatching Dianna:

The hours are counting down as investigators try to prove that Dianna Murphy has been snatched. Unfortunately, without witnesses and solid evidence, all the police really know is that she is missing.
 
When suburban Milwaukee law student Dianna Murphy fails to connect with her roommate, there is no real evidence that she has been snatched. Until Law Professor Janet MacLachlan, a former covert agent, discovers a single clue, one that points to a taking by a slave trafficking cartel. In a race against time, Janet recruits her husband, secret agent Cade Matthews, small-town Police Chief David Manders and his wife, criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, and other law students to uncover the truth. Can they prove she has been taken, before Dianna disappears without a trace?
Romantic Suspense (Three Flames)

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Excerpt:
After what seemed like hours in the sweltering van, it lurched to a stop.
 
Dianna heard a man bark orders. A door to the van opened and someone pulled the rope from her feet, then removed her hood. She took a deep breath.  A man grabbed her by the arm, forced to her feet, and pulled from the van. Dianna stumbled when she hit the ground. The stones were hot and her feet were covered by athletic socks, no shoes. Show no weakness.
 
Dianna immediately surveyed her surroundings. It was still night, but she was in a well-lit courtyard. A large stone mansion stood in front of her. She looked to her right, then her left. The courtyard was enclosed by a large stone fence, at least eight feet high. A fortress. Fortunately, Dianna was a rock-climber. She could rappel over the fence with the right equipment. All she would need was something to serve as a pick, maybe a rope. A knife, a screwdriver, even a fork. Keep your eyes and ears open. Be ready.
 
A large black man, dressed in a white suit and a maroon turban, walked out of the front door and down the stairs. He stopped and flashed a malevolent smile. He flung his arms wide and in a cultured baritone boomed, “Welcome to paradise, ladies. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
 
Some of the guards laughed.
 
“Crikey,” Tillie muttered. “Sounds like a blasted genie.”
 
Dianna glanced sideways and for the first time, got a look at her new friend. She was tall and thin, her body well defined. She looked strong and aware, almost fierce. Her eyes seemed to be studying the place, taking everything in. She showed no fear. Instead, she seemed interested. Something was off. Tillie did not act like a victim as the others did. She was not cowed. Was she a cop? Or like Dianna, someone who would not permit themselves to be broken?
 
There was only one thing of which Dianna was certain. She had found a friend. A useful one.
 
About Seelie Kay:
Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen!  In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife.
 
When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
 
Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!
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Second Chance’s Kiss by E M Shue

 
 
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Second Chance’s Kiss
by E.M. Shue
 
 
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Series: Securities International; Book 5
 
 
 
Bekah is the receptionist for Securities International and a widowed mother. Quiet, reserved, and elegant. That’s what they see, but the truth is far darker. She’s an elite hacker who has been in hiding for most of her life. Her past and secrets cover her body with the images her soul wants to bare. Her desires run dark. Now the man she’s slowly been losing her heart too is lying in a hospital bed dying. Bekah did what she could to save him putting her own and her young daughter’s lives in danger. Protecting Meghan at all costs is Bekah’s top priority. But when the threat comes to close Bekah will come out of the shadows and not only hack whoever she needs to but will fight with the talents Securities International has taught her.
 
Derek is broken. His life is hanging by a thread and the woman he’s willing to take a second chance on is Sir’s next target. He’ll push his body to its very last breath to save Bekah and Meghan. Derek will sacrifice himself to protect them. He’s ready to live a full life and take a chance on love with the fiery red-head. He’s prepared to open up his desires to her. But will it be enough? Are his passion and strength enough to heal the wounds they both carry? Is Bekah ready to let him lead?
 
When the clock is ticking, and the bullets are spent will Bekah and Derek find their second chance?
 
In the fifth installment of Securities International, Sir is reveal, but another is waiting to take his place. The team is separated, are they weaker when they’re divided? And one member is willing to sacrifice their future. Guns, motorcycles, and explosions ensue in this hot and steamy happily for now.
 
 
 
 
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A Heritage of Death by Alexa Padget

A HERITAGE OF DEATH by Alexa Padgett is available now! Mystery/thriller readers do not want to miss getting their hands on this page-turning read! Find out more about A HERITAGE OF DEATH below and pick up your copy today!

About A HERITAGE OF DEATH

An unconventional woman. A brutal murder. To solve the case, one woman will look for help from beyond the grave…

Cici Gurule wants to pretend her dream is nothing more than a meaningless nightmare. But the bruised and bloodied woman looked alarmingly like her. When a baby turns up on her porch–a baby who was reported missing days before–evidence points to a connection with the woman in Cici’s dream, and she can no longer ignore the nighttime vision. Cici and Detective Sam Chastain struggle to follow the garbled evidence, but the killer scores his victim first. Worse, a message pinned to the victim’s blouse states, “You’re next.”

Now, it’s a race against the clock to keep the baby safe and find the murderer before his trail goes cold. Cici’s only chance to solve this mystery, before she becomes the next victim, means choosing between her faith and believing a message left by her ghostly twin.

A Heritage of Death is the second novel in a compelling female sleuth mystery series for fans of Ruth Ware and Gilly MacMillan. If you like convention-shattering heroines, vivid Southwest settings, and a touch of the paranormal, then you’ll love Alexa Padgett’s twisty mystery.

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Something in his voice, or his stare, caused Cici to feel flushed. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be by. I . . . um . . . I have more to tell you now.”

Sam stepped into the narrow galley space and squinted out Cici’s kitchen window. “Can I get a drink? Then you can tell me.”

Cici grabbed a pitcher of tea from the fridge and poured them each a glass, handing one to Sam. After a sip, she wrinkled her nose and pulled out the agave syrup, adding a thick dollop to her glass. Sam shook his head before she could offer him any.

“That’s nasty,” he muttered. “If you must drink it sweetened, why can’t you just add sugar?”

She swirled the liquid in her glass. “Because the sugar doesn’t dissolve as quickly as this stuff. That means the last few sips are straight-up sweet.”

Sam turned his focus back to the window, studying the sky. “Looks like rain.”

Cici peered out the window. “Meh. Those are hail clouds.”

Sam chuckled, easing some of the tension that had built in Cici’s neck. But her head still throbbed.

“You don’t know that,” Sam said. “Why do you even say that?”

“They’re all thick and gray, like snow clouds.” This conversation was inane. Any suggestions, Aci?

Of course, her sister was no help.

“Or rain,” Sam said. “Rain also needs thick, dark clouds.”

Cici crossed her arms over her chest. “We’ll see.” Thunder boomed—a low, harsh rumble—and Cici sighed. Sam smirked.

“But you’re not here to talk about my iced-tea drinking habit or the weather. Let me tell you about my dream. It may be nothing, but . . .” Cici shivered.

She settled her hip comfortably against the counter. “In my dream, there’s a missing woman. She has a baby with her.”

Sam stood to his full height, eyes widening. “I’ve not heard of a case like that.”

“Maybe it hasn’t happened yet,” Cici said. She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t remember the whole thing. Just the part where . . .” She grasped the glass in her hand more tightly, needing the anchor, the reality, so she didn’t slip back into that awful place again.

“She’s been hurt by her captor. She has a friend . . . Becky. Becky shows up. Says something about . . .” Cici racked her brain. She’d lost it—that detail. It was important, too. “I don’t know. But Becky takes the baby.”

“And leaves the woman—the mom?”

Cici nodded. “She’s chained to the wall or floor. Something.”

Sam smacked his hands together. “Hold up. You saw this in your dream last night?”

Cici nodded. “And tonight. While I was walking the dogs.”

Sam sucked his lower lip into his mouth, considering her for a long moment, before asking, “Has that ever happened before?”

Cici shook her head. “I didn’t like it.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “It scared me.”

“I can tell.” Sam took a step, like he meant to get closer but he stopped. “I haven’t been brought in on a murder case since . . .”

Cici inhaled sharply through her nose. Since Cici had nearly died on top of a mountain.

And Sam had kissed her.

Then ignored her.

Sam cleared his throat. He grabbed a pad from his rear pocket. His pencil was missing from the spiral top, so Cici opened the drawer by her hip and offered him a pen. He nodded his thanks, careful not to touch her fingers.

“You think these dreams or nightmares or whatever you want to call them are from your sister?”

Cici hesitated for a moment. “Yes. She talks to me at the beginning. Not much. Just that I need to see this, understand the situation. That kind of thing.”

Sam tapped his pen on the pad, his mouth twisting in a grimace of doubt. Still, he’d been there when her sister appeared in the aspens on the top of that hiking trail. Aci had communicated with him, too, so he wasn’t willing to totally discount her recounting as grief or crazed imaginings. Yet.

“Tell me everything you remember,” Sam said, turning on his no-nonsense detective mode.

Cici cleared her throat and walked them both through all the details she could. She settled her glass on the counter and gripped the counter behind her, but her mind still tugged at her as if wanting to fall back into that space. She needed to remember something . . . something about who was there . . .

“Cici?”

She blinked, dazed. “What?”

He frowned down at her, concern dancing through his gunmetal eyes. “You okay?”

“Um.”

She slid to the floor, her mind burning as it echoed with the woman’s.

 

 

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About A PILGRIMAGE TO DEATH (A Reverend Cici Gurule Mystery Book 1)

When Cici discovers a body in the forest, she’s shocked to realize the victim’s wounds are identical to the ones that killed her sister a year ago. Now she’s embroiled in the takedown of a massive criminal operation, and the stakes couldn’t be higher…

“A wholly absorbing gumshoe tale elevated by an extraordinary detective” (Kirkus Reviews starred review).

Someone murdered her sister. And shot her dog. The killer won’t stop until she’s dead, too.

Cici finds a dead body while hiking in the Santa Fe National Forest. The situation deteriorates when she discovers the victim bears similar stab wounds to those that ended her twin sister’s life a year ago.

Then, her identical twin sister infiltrates her dreams.

All of a sudden, Cici and her dogs must dodge arrows, bullets, and even a demon truck—all while she grapples with the knowledge that her sister was on the trail of a deep-rooted criminal operation. Worse, her twin’s death was much more sinister than a random act of violence.

Now, as she follows the clues her sister drops in her dreams, the criminals want Cici out of the way. Permanently.

A Pilgrimage to Death is a high-octane thriller. Fans of Ruth Ware, J.D. Robb, and Angela Marsons will love Alexa’s Padgett’s new edge-of-your-seat novel.

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About Alexa Padgett

With a degree in international marketing and a varied career path that includes content management for a web firm, marketing direction for a high-profile sports agency, and a two-year stint with a renowned literary agency, award-winning author Alexa Padgett has returned to her first love: writing fiction.

Alexa spent a good part of her youth traveling. From Budapest to Belize, Calgary to Coober Pedy, she soaked in the myriad smells, sounds, and feels of these gorgeous places, wishing she could live in them all—at least for a while. And she does in her books.

She lives in New Mexico with her husband, children, and walk-loving Great Pyrenees pup, Ash. When not writing, schlepping, or volunteering, she can be found in her tiny kitchen, channeling her inner Barefoot Contessa.

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Book Tour, Mystery/ Romantic Suspense

Dare You To Lie* Blog Tour

The first installment in the Hometown Antihero series by Amber Lynn Natusch.

When her FBI agent father is framed for murder, Kylene is forced to move in with her grandfather, back to the small town that turned its back on her, and the boy who betrayed her.

All Ky cares about is clearing her father’s name, but someone won’t let her forget the photo scandal that drove her away two years ago. As the threats gain momentum, Ky finds an unlikely ally in the annoyingly attractive rookie FBI agent sent to keep an eye on her.

Determined to expose the town’s hidden skeletons, Ky unwittingly thrusts herself into a much bigger plot. They thought she’d forgive and forget. They’re about to learn they messed with the wrong girl.

DARE YOU TO LIE, a young adult mystery read perfect for fans of Veronica Mars, Pretty Little Liars, or Riverdale.

 

 

About the Book

Dare You To Lie
by Amber Lynn Natusch

Series
Hometown Antihero Book One

Genre
Young Adult
Mystery / Suspense

Publisher
Tor Teen

Publication Date
September 4, 2018

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Dare  You To Lie  book excerpt:  

Our collective gaze fell upon our gawky friend in the lunch line, swallowed up by the commotion around her. With us, she’d found her place. Alone, she still floundered.

“Garrett,” I said, leveling my gaze on him as he sat down across from me at the table. “She hangs out with us. Her social-climbing days are over.”

“Fair point, and all the more reason to bring her along.”

“Bring who where?” Tabby asked, setting a tray of assorted lunchroom items down in front of us.

“You to homecoming.”

Tabby looked at Garrett like he’d spoken a foreign language.

“What’s that?”

“The foreigner comes from a strange, faraway place that doesn’t worship football like we do. This will require explanation,” I said, pulling a bag of chips off the tray. “It’s a dance. A formal dance where girls get all gussied up in dresses and boys spend all night trying to figure out how to get them out of those gowns.”

“Oh! The Homecoming dance. Got it. Sounds super fun. Are you two going?”

“Yep. And you’re coming with us.” I replied.

Tabby clapped her hands as she bounced up and down in her seat. Apparently, homecoming was right up her alley.

“When is it?”

“Have you not seen the gazillion posters in the hallway about it?” I did nothing to hide my disbelief.

“I didn’t notice them,” she said plainly.

“Really? They haunt my dreams. . . .”

 

 

 

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To celebrate the release of DARE YOU TO LIE by Amber Lynn Natusch, we’re giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner!

GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to internationally. One winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Amber Lynn Natusch.  Giveaway ends 9/18/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Limit one entry per reader. Duplicates will be deleted.  CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

 

 

About Amber Lynn Natusch

AMBER LYNN NATUSCH is the author of the bestselling Caged series for adults. She was born and raised in Winnipeg, and is still deeply attached to her Canadian roots. She loves to dance and practice Muay Thai―but spends most of her time running a chiropractic practice with her husband, raising two young children, and attempting to write when she can lock herself in the bathroom for ten minutes of peace. Dare You to Lie is her debut YA novel with Tor Teen.

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Review * Immortal Danger

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WHO NEEDS AN APP WHEN YOU CAN PAY IN BLOOD?

Once, Maya Black was a badass cop patrolling the streets of L.A. She still keeps the city safe, but these days her bad guys of choice include demons, werewolves, and assorted nocturnal scum. Something Maya knows a thing or two about. She’s a vampire—and not thrilled about it. Payback meet bitch.

Adam Brody hopes Maya is as dangerous as they say she is. He needs her to help rescue his niece Cammie from a ruthless band of vamps, and he’s willing to pay—in blood. Trusting her is another matter. Adam has never met a vampire who doesn’t lie. Then again, he’s never met anyone like Maya, who fills him with a desperate need that ignites into explosive, no-holds-barred encounters . . .
 
“A wild, adventurous ride readers will love!”
New York Times bestselling author Angela Knight

Net Galley Review : A romantic suspense book filled with a strong female cop turned vampire and a dragon shifter . If you can stand the heat read this exciting book as Maya tracks down a missing child in this battle against vampires and her maker. But her sidekick is like no other shifter a dragon who is on a mission to find his niece and protect his one.  Another exciting book from this amazing author.  Lisa 

 

 

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“It’s hard to stand out in the vampire genre, but Eden makes the cut. Maya and Adam are great characters, and they’re terrific together. The suspense is pulse-pounding, the sex hot and Maya’s fighting tactics are wickedly clever. There’s an abundance of paranormal creatures, but each type comes with its own characteristics, the better to keep things interesting.” –Romantic Times, April 2009

From the Back Cover

BEING BULLET PROOF SUCKS–LITERALLY

Once, Maya Black was a kick-ass cop patrolling the streets of L.A. She still keeps the city safe, but nowadays her bad guys of choice include demons, werewolves, and assorted nocturnal scum. Something Maya knows a thing or two about. She’s a vampire–and not thrilled about it. Payback meet bitch.

Adam Brody hopes Maya is as dangerous as they say she is. He needs her to help rescue his niece Cammie from a ruthless band of vamps, and he’s willing to pay–in blood. Trusting her is another matter. Adam has never met a vampire who doesn’t lie. Then again, he’s never met anyone like Maya, who fills him with a desperate need that ignites into explosive, no-holds-barred encounters…

Book Spotlight, Mystery/ Romantic Suspense

To Brew or Not to Brew

Happy Saturday and we are Celebrating  International Beer Day – in case you  cant make the Brew Fest in Sept Brew fest.  Here a book to keep you in the mood.  Lisa 

 

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An all-new mystery series set in a Pittsburgh craft brew pub, featuring a brewmaster with a head for sleuthing.

The Allegheny Brew House is a dream come true for Maxine “Max” O’Hara, who went all the way to Germany for her brewmaster certification, and is now preparing to open her own craft brew pub in a newly revitalized section of Pittsburgh. But before she can start pouring stouts and lagers to thirsty throngs, there’s trouble on tap. Suspicious acts of sabotage culminate in Max finding her assistant brewmaster and chef Kurt Schmidt strangled in one of the vats.

Between rescuing a stray gray tabby she names Hops and considering a handsome ex-hockey player as her new chef, Max doesn’t have a lot of time to solve a murder. But with a homicide detective for a dad, she comes to criminal investigation naturally. And if someone is desperate enough to kill to stop her from opening, Max needs to act fast—before her brand-new brew biz totally tanks…

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