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Toi’s Top 5 Angel Books Blitz

Kindle sale + Paperback Giveaway.

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In celebration of author, Toi Thomas’ birthday, on October 21st, all her ebooks are on sale $0 – $1.99 from October 20th – October 24th.

All these books are also available in print and come with reasonable shipping through Createspace.com, if you don’t have Amazon Prime.

Check them out below and then stick around for Toi’s Top 5 Angel Books and giveaway.

 

Books by Toi Thomas:

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Legend of the Boy, In the Window, and Other short stories

A collection of multi-genre stories including science fiction, romance, and paranormal. The first title story is that of a boy who must destroy the world so he can save humanity.

 

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It’s Like the Full Moon

A romantic comedy and the first in a series. The mild-mannered Rebecca gets caught up in a most unlikely love-triangle and her BFF Lisa isn’t much help.

 

 

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Eternal Curse: Giovanni’s Angel

Giovanni’s a creature out of time. Mira’s a doctor trying to classify him. Beauty and the Beast meet Jekyll and Hyde in this paranormal romance with biblical influences. *40 Days and Nights of Eternal Curse- a nonfiction companion guide to the novel.

 

 
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Eternal Curse: Battleground

A family saga that touches the past and future. Giovanni’s story will bring you to tears as loss and duty blur the lines of hope for what is to come. *Battleground Survival 101- a nonfiction companion guide to the novel.

 

 

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These two simple, yet vibrant, stories teach young children, and those with special needs, the difference and importance of needs and wants, at home, school, and overall. Sold separately.

 

PlantAnimalsmallLandChangesmallPlants and Animals Change Over Time & Land Changes Over Time

These two simple, yet vibrant, stories teach young children, and those with special needs, the importance and inevitability of change in living things and the world. Sold separately.

 

 
Hi there; I’m Toi.
If you aren’t familiar with me yet, don’t worry; this is your chance to learn that I love Batman, Betty Boop, Star Wars, and Angels. I like all kinds of angels. Good ones, bad ones, and creatures with wings that look like angels but may not actually be. I don’t think it’s just a matter of wings either.

There are other winged creatures I like, such as dragons, but there are also some I don’t like such as flying monkeys or seagulls. LOL! But seriously, I’ve grown a fondness for angel lore and stories about and or containing angel-like creatures. Heck, I even write about them in my Eternal Curse Series.

While my books are influenced by Bible tales, a great many angel stories are not. Either way, if it’s about angels, I’m probably going to like it. So, here’s a list of the Top 5 angel books (or books with an angel or angel-like character) I’ve read in at least the last ten years, and in no particular order.

 

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The Conduit

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The Devil’s Daughter

 

 

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If you like angels or supernatural and urban fantasy stories, you should enter my paperback giveaway (open to US only) of the books mentioned above. I’ve enjoyed them and hope you will too.

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Thanks for celebrating my birthday with me… And remember, book reviews are every author’s life force. 🙂

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Sandgirl’s Dream by Chrissy Moon

author pic with sandgirl kitHi, everyone! I’m Chrissy Moon, and I am very excited to tell you about my fourth novel release, my first in two years!

It’s called Sandgirl’s Dream, and it’s the sequel to my teen fantasy book, DayDreamer. Written as a standalone, it can definitely be read without reading its predecessor.

What was really fun for me in the creation of this book was taking the main characters from DayDreamer and rounding out their personas. I crafted layers to their backgrounds as well as that of their parents, and it can get pretty intricate. There’s so much selfishness and jealousy in Greek mythology that I pretty much had this vast playground to work with.

I have to say that this book isn’t as happy-go-lucky as DayDreamer. It’s still suitable for teens and pre-teens. It’s still devoid of cursing, adult situations, and drugs, and still has an overall light and sometimes funny tone to the narration. But this time around we see that some of our main characters aren’t always perfect or even good, which makes them a little more complete in my eyes.

As always, I enjoyed writing about Kayla’s adventures, and I hope you have fun reading it!

 

Sandgirl’s Dream

Moon-God-2-SANDGIRL-Cover-Final-A17-year-old Kayla lives in a town of cryptic identities, old mythological family backgrounds, and hundreds of secrets. Like most teens in Idyllwild, California, Kayla is Lyzicc – a human-looking child of two mythos beings, and a generation away from the darkness and magic of ancient lore.

Her mother, a former siren who sang men to their death – as well as her father, Der Sandmann of folklore – are inexplicably sucked into a sand sculpture one morning, leaving Kayla worried and confused.

Hale, the boy she’s seeing, and his fraternal twin, Collin, invite her to stay with them in their vast underground kingdom during her parents’ absence.

Added to this is an estranged best friend, an adopted little sister with a secret even she doesn’t even know about, a possibly-insane mythos grandfather (Father Time), and the fact that her new boyfriend’s mother wants to kill Kayla because of an ancient pact, you can bet her junior year in high school will finish with heartache, enchantment, and maybe even love.

Release Date: October 26th, 2017

Excerpt:

      One of the biggest slaps to the face that afternoon was that, after my parents’ disappearance and learning they were probably just taken by relatives for an emergency meeting, and after the mind-numbing education of the difference between Hades and the Ante-Kingdom, we still had to go to school. Well, at least according to Hale.
      At this moment though, I was experiencing a different sort of challenge. I was struggling with that uncomfortable question we all have to face at some point in our lives.
      Which direction should I burp in?
      I didn’t see a whole lot of solutions to my little problem, but I’d just have to improvise.
      We’d stopped by a fast-food place on the way to school when we saw that we probably wouldn’t get back in time for lunch. Feeling especially thirsty and hungry that day, I asked for an extra large soda, and to show off in front of the guys, I finished it in less than 5 minutes.
      I don’t know what in the world made me think that guzzling down a carbonated, sugary beverage at the speed of light would impress them. I don’t even think they noticed, so all it really did was make me terribly uncomfortable for my first class of the day, which was fifth period.
      Anyway, to make matters worse, I wasn’t in Government anymore with Howard Strayke, a great teacher and friend who couldn’t care less if you talked while you worked or cussed out loud, since he himself had been known to drop f-bombs during lectures. That semester had ended and my many classmates and I were now in Economics. There was a teacher shortage so we had to merge into one giant student lump for that class.
      I didn’t have anything against the idea of an economics class. I understood that it was important to learn how to handle money, or something. But my econ teacher was Mr. Jolston, and he was the opposite of Mr. Strayke in so many different ways.
      First, he was one of those teachers who was so strict and controlling, he wrote everyone’s names on their test sheets and gave them to us that way, instead of passing out blank test sheets and have everyone write in their own name, like we’d all been doing since we were kindergarteners. He was the kind of teacher who would tell us where exactly to place our backpacks and what items were allowed on our desktops. When we raised our hands to participate in class, our arms had to be sticking straight up with our hands flat and not curled, and our other arm had to be on top of our desks.
      Collin got in trouble when he flat-out asked the teacher, “Will we also need your express written consent to scratch our own butts?” Only he used a more colorful word in place of butts. Mr. Jolston had kicked him out of the class for the rest of the day, but as far as the rest of us in class could tell, that was more reward than punishment.
      Little bubbles of air kept wiggling up my throat every couple minutes as I sat in class now, trying my best to look like I was paying attention. So far, I’d been successful in swallowing these belches away, but they kept coming back with a vengeance. At times like this, I was very happy that I was in the back where at least not everybody in the junior class could see me or in this case, smell me.
      Still, there was someone sitting directly in front of me and kids sitting all around me. Mr. Jolston managed to fit about 40 desks inside his room and have ample space between rows, but as I’ve learned, regurgitated air that contained the combined smells of cola, hot dogs, and stomach acid can unfortunately travel pretty damn far.
      “Now, it seems as though nobody discussed the subject of investment to my satisfaction in yesterday’s homework. I won’t lie – I’m disappointed. To highlight this matter for you all, I’ve made another work sheet for homework tonight, and this time I want more discussion from each of you.”
      There were a lot of groans, which made Mr. Jolston frown, and at that point, the groans promptly stopped.
      I put my head down on the table and released a tiny burp toward the floor, figuring that was the only place it would remain undetectable. I waited a few moments, my ears sticking out like antennae, listening for sounds of disgust from the people around me. Satisfied that I hadn’t been found out, I slowly picked my head up and tried to pay attention in class.
      Oh god. Another little gas bubble was already shooting its way up my esophagus.
      “Ms. Isbethrie?”
      God, no. Not now.
      He nodded at me, which for him was almost the same thing as a smile. He didn’t have a reason to hate me yet, as I don’t typically mouth off to a teacher unless I have a perfectly good reason to. “Mr. Howell doesn’t seem to know, so I’m hoping you can save the day. What’s the difference between a bond and a share?”
      I immediately glanced at Miran Howell, who looked flustered and a little embarrassed. Miran was super nice and extremely cute, but he had some days that made you think he’d fallen out of the stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down.
      Of course, I had my dull moments, too.
      “Uh…a bond is something that you…get…from a bank. Like a loan?” I tried to swallow down a burp, praying I would at least be half-correct in my response. More importantly, I hoped Mr. Jolston would take his eyes off me and leave me to belch in peace.
      I heard a laugh being stifled, and looked out of the other corner of my eye to see Ellington stuff his fist in his mouth, trying not to crack up. Then he shot his hand up in the air to volunteer to answer the question.
      Mr. Jolston sighed. Ell was definitely brilliant, close to genius I’d say, but our teacher didn’t like him because of his tendency to cause trouble. He didn’t like any of the guys, to be honest. If I were fearless, I would tell Mr. Jolston to stop picking on the guys just because he was jealous that he was obviously never cute, popular, or maybe even liked very much at all.
      I watched Mr. Jolston’s inner turmoil as he apparently struggled with the choice of letting Ell answer the question correctly, or torturing more students who obviously didn’t know the difference between a bond and a freaking share. After a moment, he sighed again and said,       “Yes, Mr. Burke?”
      Ell put his hand down. “A bond is when the government borrows money from you. It can take up to 30 years but you will get your money back regardless. A share is when you invest in a company, so the money you get depends on how well the company does, which is obviously riskier than a bond.”
      Mr. Jolston pursed his lips together in acceptance. “Thank you, Mr. Burke.” He walked around for a moment with his hands behind his back. “I think it’s pretty obvious that most of you are not learning anything or living up to your potential. Now, listen carefully, class. Do a lot of reading tonight in your textbook and convince me in your homework that you understand the review questions at the end of the chapter.” He paused to look at Miran, then glared at me. “This means you, Ms. Isbethrie.”
      I nodded and opened my mouth to respond, but a deafening belch punched out of me instead.
      Everyone laughed. I put my hands over my mouth and gasped, looking at Mr. Jolston and terrified as to what he was going to do. “I’m sorry! I meant to say, yes…Mr. Jolston.”
      His head moved a little bit as if he’d chuckled, but it didn’t show in his face. “Thank you for that…enlightening speech, Ms. Isbethrie.”
      I bit my lip and slouched down in my seat. When all eyes were off me, I grew bold and looked up at Hale, but as usual I could only see the back of his blond head. I wondered how this little incident would affect any future conversations about me that he would have with his friends.
      Hale’s friend: Hey, Hale. I want to tell you about my new girlfriend. She has almond eyes, soft brown skin, hair that smells like a summer breeze, and a singing voice that’ll knock your socks off. Aren’t you seeing a new girl too? What’s she like?
      Hale: Oh, you mean Kayla? She’s real gassy. Thanks for asking.
      So many times I wished I were more feminine – shorter, for starters. Being clumsy didn’t help either. I’ve seen those dainty girls who walked around school as elegantly as if they were accepting an Academy Award. Tripping on your own feet and falling butt-first on the cold hard ground wasn’t quite the same.
      And lastly, this gassy stuff has got to go. I’ve had enough of it. My mom used to tell me it was my food choices that did it.
      Oh. My mom. I missed her already.

 

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Author Bio:

Filipino American Chrissy Moon is passionate about learning languages, American history, and ancient civilizations.

A mom to a grown son as well as an 8-year-old son, Chrissy loves absorbing stories of all kinds, whether they’re from television or video games, and ranging greatly in genre.

Referred to as ‘bubbly’ by her author pals, she loves reading her friends’ fiction books as well as nonfiction related to women’s rights and civil rights.

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Chrissy Moon has written two adult novels and her short stories are included in a number of anthologies.

Stories Untold by Leslie Wolfe

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Title: Stories Untold
Author: Leslie Wolfe
Genre: Thriller, Suspense

A Gripping, Suspenseful Thriller

SU-Full_400x600Can a psychologist, still grieving the loss of her husband, save a traumatized war veteran who is planning his own death? Stories Untold explores the devastation of loss, the struggle to find meaning in life, and the enduring power of love that transcends boundaries between past and future.

They’re both strong and fearless, determined, relentless.
He’s a decorated war veteran and he wants to die.
She’s a prominent psychologist and she won’t give up on him.

When a suicidal client seeks her help, Dr. Angela Blackwell cannot turn him away, despite the fact that he isn’t seeking the kind of help she normally provides her clients. The man, who won’t fully identify himself, wants the distinguished psychologist to stand witness after his planned death in six months’ time, ensuring his wife will not be charged as an accessory or be hindered from collecting the death benefit he carefully provisioned for her. He calls himself DJ and won’t willingly share anything about his past.

As Dr. Blackwell is struggling to reconstruct her own life after the loss of her husband, she recognizes his unusual request as a subconscious cry for help and embarks on a relentless effort to guide the reluctant stranger in uncovering the trauma that has permanently altered the course of his existence. Playing a deck of cards stacked high against her and rushing against time, she has no other option but to intervene, pushing the ethical boundaries of the doctor-client relationship and refusing to give up.

An astonishing, vibrant story of human strength and frailty, of love lost and love found, the Stories Untold saga will captivate as few stories ever do, with unexpected twists and turns, leaving a lasting memory ingrained into the essence of the reader’s being.

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Dr. Angela Blackwell couldn’t bring herself to turn on the lights, although darkness had almost completely engulfed the living room, forcing her to abandon her reading glasses on top of the book lying open on the windowsill. In the deep twilight, she could still see the ocean waves foaming as they broke against the Pacifica shore, a good 200 feet below her terrace. Yearning for their soothing sound and the salty smell of the ocean breeze, she wrapped the cardigan tighter around her supple body and pulled open the terrace door.

She stopped in the doorframe and inhaled deeply, savoring the salty taste of the misty air as it touched her lips. Fog was rolling in from the sea in large clumps of restless cotton, soon to engulf the house in white silence, hiding the ocean view from her blurry eyes. She stepped outside and stood by the guardrail, keeping her gaze fixed on the horizon line, barely visible in the deepening crepuscule and the dense fog.


She closed her eyes and let herself feel the drizzle touch her face. Tiniest droplets of liquid chill she welcomed to take away the burning sensation in her forehead, to camouflage the tears that welled up in her eyes. After a while, the coldness of the mist reached her bones and sent a shiver down her spine. She shuddered and walked back inside, wiping the moisture off her face with the back of her hand.


She stopped at the fireplace and rubbed her hands in front of the dancing flames, pushing the sadness a little further from her heart. Seeing the bright colors of the lively fire, enjoying the dry warmth, after being outside, helped her chase the shadows away. When she was sure of herself again and felt confident her voice wouldn’t betray her, she grabbed her phone and dialed one of the only two starred numbers stored in her favorites list.


Waiting for Shelley to pick up, she put the phone on speaker and checked the time. It was late, almost eight-thirty, and that meant well past eleven at night on the East Coast. She knew her daughter well; if she’d gone to bed, her phone would be on silent, and she wouldn’t risk disturbing her sleep.

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Readers and Critics Talking About Leslie Wolfe Novels:

“Leslie Wolfe is now very much on my list of MUST READ AUTHORS and I can’t wait for the next book to be released”

“Characters you really can bond with and want to read more about. Too real and plausible not to keep you reading far too long after bed time!”

“Now this was a real smoker, really kept it moving, very well written. Guess I better find out if my wife is talking to me.”

“Leslie Wolfe just gets better and better.”

“This story has one of the best plots I’ve read in a long time.”

“From the beginning to the last page her novel manages to keep reader’s attention, delivering intrigue, thrill and suspense.”

“An impressive amount of suspense throughout.”

“As soon as I picked it up, I couldn’t put it down! Full of suspense and keeps you at the edge of your seat. I loved it!”

“As a long-time fan of Tom Clancy’s early works and Dan Brown’s techno-thrillers, it makes me proud to see a woman stepping so confidently into this male-dominated arena. Well done, Leslie.”

 

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About the Author:
Leslie WolfsBestselling author Leslie Wolfe is passionate about writing fiction, despite spending a significant number of years climbing the corporate ladder. Leaving the coveted world of boardrooms for the blissful peace of the Florida-based “Wolves’ den,” Leslie answers one true calling: writing.

Leslie’s novels break the mold of traditional thrillers. Fascinated by technology and psychology, Leslie brings extensive background and research in these fields that empower and add texture to a signature, multi-dimensional, engaging writing style.
Leslie released the first novel, Executive, in October 2011. It was very well received, including inquiries from Hollywood. Since then, Leslie published numerous novels and enjoyed growing success and recognition in the marketplace. Among Leslie’s most notable works, The Watson Girl (2017) was recognized for offering a unique insight into the mind of a serial killer and a rarely seen first person account of his actions, in a dramatic and intense procedural thriller.

A complete list of Leslie’s titles is available at http://wolfenovels.com/titles
Leslie enjoys engaging with readers every day and would love to hear from you.
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What Readers Say About Leslie Wolfe:

“Leslie Wolfe has the talent that is comparable to the likes of a Tom Clancy or a Michael Crichton, or even James Patterson.” – Dennis Waller

“Wolfe keeps readers turning the pages…” – Kirkus Reviews

“Leslie Wolfe knows how to blend advanced technological data with powerfully written human behavior responses and the result is a novel that few will want to put down once the story begins.” – Grady Harp

“Verdict: A phenomenal novel that will keep you on the edge of your seat. I highly recommend it!” – KWNY Publicity 

 

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Vengeance by Belle Ami

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Title: Vengeance
Author: Belle Ami
Series: Tip of the Spear Book 2
Genre: Romance, Thriller, Suspense
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Publication Date: September 12, 2017

A Mossad agent will do anything to rescue his kidnapped wife and to stop a terrorist plot to blow up a nuclear facility.

 
vengeanceVengeance is a sexy thriller teeming with romantic suspense. A well-researched tale, scary in its possibility, packed with excitement, it will leave you breathlessly turning pages.

Layla Wallace Hassani is living her dream, curating a major art exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art. She has it all, a fabulous career, the perfect marriage and the perfect child. She’s madly in love with her husband Cyrus Hassani, a Mossad agent, and lives in Tel Aviv with their four-year-old daughter Cerise. Her life takes a disastrous turn when she’s kidnapped by Iranian terrorists during the bombing of a restaurant in Manhattan. Chained to a bed at a remote location, Layla is a pawn in a deadly game. She’s the bait to lure Cyrus to his death.

Driven by vengeance and a love that knows no bounds, Cyrus will do anything to rescue his wife and stop the terrorist’s plot to blow up a nuclear facility. Teaming up with the FBI he’s the only man capable of stopping a bombing that would result in the deaths of millions of people. Filled with vengeance, stopping the terrorists is his goal, but saving Layla is his mission.

Layla knows her Superman, Cyrus, is coming to save her. She also knows, unbeknownst to him, that by doing so it will mean the death of their child. Caught in a mousetrap, she struggles to find a way out of her deadly situation and to fend off the sexual advances of the kidnapper terrorist who’s fallen in love with her.

Layla must make a choice, save her child or sacrifice herself and her marriage. The clock is ticking.

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Twelve a.m.

The persistent ring of a cell phone wrenched him awake. Their bodies were entangled in the sheets with Cass’ cheek pressed against his chest. He reached blindly for the phone. With his eyes closed, he brought it to his ear, and answered with a groggy, “Hello.”


A half-beat of silence. “Where the hell is Agent Saladino?”


Shit, we’re fucked. He looked at the phone, cringing when he saw the initials, JC. “Hold on, sir. I’ll get her.”


“Is that you, Agent Weiss? Why are you answering Cassandra’s phone?”


He struggled to find a reply. “Uh, I’m sorry, sir. I thought it was mine. We were just going over some case work, and Cass went to make some coffee. Both our phones were on the table, and I grabbed it by accident.” He tried to make light of the odd hour, filling the pause with a chuckle. “You know how she is? She’s in work mode twenty-four-seven.” He wondered if the director would buy his cock-and-bull story.


“At midnight? Agent Weiss, you need to put your foot down, or she’ll wear you out. Both of you need to learn to relax when you’re not on duty. Not that you’re going to be seeing any downtime anytime soon. Get Cassandra, now. We’ve got a problem, and I want you both on it.”


David covered the phone with his hand as he nudged Cass.


“What is it?” She punched him on the arm.


“It’s the director,” he whispered. “I screwed up. I thought it was my phone, but it was yours.”


Cass bolted upright and grabbed the phone from his hand. “Yes, sir, what’s up?” Cass listened. “Yes, sir, coffee. It won’t happen again.” She scrunched her eyes closed, this time for what David thought to be a long time. “We’ll leave immediately, sir. I’ll call you when we’re in the air.” She hung up.


“So, what’s up?”


Cass ran her hands through her hair. “A restaurant’s been blown up in Manhattan. The initial report is over a hundred casualties.” She met his gaze, her eyes aflame with anger. “It looks like a terrorist attack. J.C. wants us on the case ASAP. You have a packed suitcase here, don’t you?”


“Yeah, one here and one at my place.”


“Good. A helicopter will be waiting on the roof at headquarters in forty-five minutes.” She wrapped her arms around his broad chest. “Another soft target. All of those innocent lives, gone in an instant. All the bad guys we stop, and it’s never enough. One gets through, and a hundred people die.”


“We’ll get them, baby.” He kissed her temple.


“I know. It’s just that they only have to be right once, but we have to be right all of the time.”


She broke from his embrace and turned on the television. The early reports were coming in, mostly speculation. Police had immediately cordoned the entire area off, and the media and civilians were being kept blocks away. “Worthless banter.” She turned the TV off and turned to David. “We’ll have plenty of time to bring ourselves up to speed on the helicopter.”


“I need to grab a shave and a shower before we leave.”


“Yeah, me too. We’ve got just enough time.”

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He shaved while Cass started her shower. He couldn’t help but watch her through the billowing steam as she washed. She was such a hot little package. Perfectly proportioned with sinewy curves, and the hardest ass he’d ever felt on a woman. She was a martial arts master; her size held no relation to her deadliness. Her bright red spiked hair reminded him of a rooster’s comb. Her skin—he had trouble controlling the urge to touch it when she was near him—was satiny and golden. She wasn’t close to being what he’d thought was his type. Even with the sparks that flew between them, he’d resisted. It had taken months for her to bed him, and even now he wasn’t sure who’d seduced whom? The only thing he was certain of was that he couldn’t get enough of her. Shaving with a hard-on, that’s a new one.

He watched her dry herself as he patted his face dry. “Cass, do you think the director suspects us?”


Cass dressed as she spoke. “I don’t know. He’s pretty savvy, but we’ve been a pretty successful team, and the director will always do what’s best for the agency. Right now his mind is on one thing only. An attack on US soil that should have been stopped. Somehow we failed, not just us but every anti-terrorist agency in the homeland and abroad.”


“There wasn’t a peep from social media. No leaks, nothing to indicate an attack was imminent.”


“That’s what worries me. These people are good. What if they’re planning another attack?”


“We’ll catch them, Cass. We’ll make them pay.”


“I know, but the reaction isn’t the same as prevention. We need to catch these animals before they murder again.”


“Sometimes bad things happen, babe, no matter how hard we try.”


She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. “I’ll never accept that. I won’t rest until we get them.”


“Ditto, partner. Together we’re unstoppable.”


She smiled. “We’d better get a move on, or we’re going to be unstoppable and late.

 

Be sure to also check out the first book of the Tip of the Spear Series.

escapeEscape, a sexy romantic thriller that “what ifs?” a nuclearized Middle East.
When Harvard student, Layla Wallace and her Saudi boyfriend are kidnapped to Iran, a deep-cover Mossad agent is activated and given a mission. He’s ordered to either get Layla out of Iran, or if failing that—kill her.

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belle amiBelle Ami writes romantic/suspense/thrillers with a teaspoon of sex. Escape (Tip of the Spear Book 1) is up for a RONE Award in 2018. Her latest is entitled Vengeance (Tip of the Spear Book 2) published by Hartwood Publishing. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children, a horse named Cindy Crawford, and her brilliant Chihuahua, Giorgio Armani.

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Hide and Seek by Desiree Holt

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Title: Hide and Seek
Author: Desiree Holt
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Anything can happen when you let your guard down . . .

BookCover_HideandSeekAfter receiving a violent threat on the heels of her father’s disappearance from the town of Arrowhead Bay, Devon Cole fears for her life—until Vigilance, a local private security agency, steps in to shield her from danger. Although she isn’t usually quick to surrender her freedom, she has no problem stripping her defenses for her new sexy bodyguard . . .

Tortured by the painful memory of lost love, Logan Malik is determined not to fall for a client again. So when he’s tasked with watching over Devon day and night, he’s focused on doing his job. Day is no problem, but as tensions rise at night, nothing can protect them from giving in to unbridled passion . . .

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He wasn’t as much shocked by his physical reaction as by the fact that it happened at all. For a long time now, he’d managed to keep a clamp on his sex drive and take it out only when required, like taking aspirin for a headache.

“You’re a smart woman,” he congratulated her. “I didn’t know if you’d play along with me.”


She inhaled an unsteady breath and blew it out. “I took a chance. You could have been worse than they were.”


“Still, that shows brains and quick thinking. Good for you.” He studied the interior of her car. “Wow. They did a number with that window. Don’t move. There’s chunks and pebbles everywhere.”


She stared at him, studying his face. “You promise you aren’t the second wave? You know, like good cop, bad cop? The bad guys threaten me and you come along and win my confidence by helping me?”


“Nope. Scout’s honor.”


“I, uh, saw that you have a gun.”


“So did those jackasses. I wanted them to see it.” He smiled at her. “But I only use it as part of my job.”


She caught her lower lip in her teeth. “They just came at me out of nowhere and ran me off the road. Then they boxed me in and smashed the window.”


“Later I’ll want all the details. Right now let’s get you out of here.”


“Do you know who they are? Those men?”


“No.” His voice hardened. “But I know other garbage like them.”


She swallowed. “So who are you, anyway?”


“Oh. Sorry.” He winked at her, and the tension in her body visibly eased. “Logan Malik. Savior of women in danger.”


“Devon Cole.” She dug up a smile. “Woman in danger who needed saving.”

 

Author Bio:

11705220_1048030158557847_3825932443612767006_nDesiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published author of erotic and spicy romance. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.

She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, a USA Today Bestselling author and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.

She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

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Fresh Beginnings by Iris Blobel

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Title: Fresh Beginnings
Series: Beginnings #3
Author: Iris Blobel
Publication Date: October 12, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 
FreshBeginnings2017 500x750Jared Fraser, a landscape business owner in Hobart, Australia, sets out for a holiday to the USA to travel along the Route 66 in a motorhome. Looking forward to his first holiday overseas, he’s excited as he prepares himself for the journey. But little could’ve prepared him for crossing paths with a beautiful hitchhiker.

Will he be able to put his past aside and grab onto happiness?

Ivy Bennett thought leaving her boyfriend would be the hard part. It doesn’t take long to figure out how wrong she was. As she struggles with making a new start in her life, the last person she expects to lead her to happiness is a laid-back Australian on vacation.

But she will have to say goodbye again? And not only to Jared.

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4067254Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

 

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Deadspeak 2 by Ruth Bainbridge

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Series: Deadspeak Mysteries Book 2
Author: Ruth Bainbridge
Genre: Mystery/thriller

 
BookCover_DeadSpeak2Things look different when you’re dead.

It’s Halloween and a group of teens throw a party at Harbinger Falls’ most celebrated haunted estate. It’s all fun and games until a session with a Ouija board guides the partygoers to the body of a young girl hidden in the attic.

Detective Kimberly Trent is assigned the case and quickly discovers that all is not as it seems. First, there’s the connection between the death and a string of petnappings terrorizing the neighborhood. Then there’s the suicide note that only leaves more questions than answers. A visit from Kimberly’s ghostly friend Griff Lindon sheds an unwelcome light. It seems she’s had a run in with the newly deceased who tells her she’s been murdered.

This is the second in The Deadspeak Mysteries. The entries are meant to be read in sequential order and do not standalone. In each book, you’ll find a new murder for Kimberly Trent to solve. You’ll also find the continuing search for who murdered Kim’s sister Elizabeth. Each book will take you closer and closer to finding out the identity of The Hex Killer, the serial killer who ended Elizabeth’s short life. It will also bring you to the heart of the evil that’s come back to life to wreak revenge.

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“This reminds me of when I was in summer camp and stayed up all night trying to contact the dead,” Julie Welch commented.

Mia or no Mia, the time had arrived and the Ouija board was placed in the center of one of the folding tables.


“You did that, Mrs. Welch?” Angie asked.


“Of course,” Julie confessed with a giggle. “I lived for those summers, and the camp counselors had no idea what we were up to. They only wondered why we were all so tired in the mornings.”


The atmosphere of the Halloween Party had changed. Ever since the announcement, things went from Party Central, to an eerie, expectant quiet. The music was turned off and the food lined up on the rented tables was bereft of pawing hands.


The six rested their fingers lightly on the planchette. “Remember: no cheating! Understood?” Mrs. Welch warned.


The participants nodded in agreement as the woman with the highlighted blonde hair inhaled deeply.


“Hello? Is there anyone with us?” Julie asked, starting off the questioning.


A soft scrape… and … movement! Infinitesimal at first, the planchette picked up speed.


Yes.


“What the—” Gen started. A loud moan interrupted the moment.


“Yes, I’m here,” a deep voice bellowed.


Fear spread quickly as attendees sprang up from their chairs and readied to run. Another unearthly groan penetrated the air. Angie latched on to Glenn’s hand.


Footsteps.


Someone was climbing the basement stairs.

 

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AuthorPhoto_DeadSpeak2Born in the idyllic, sleepy town of Ithaca, NY, Ruth Bainbridge has been a lover of mysteries for her entire life.

Ever since a child, she has consumed detective stories at regular intervals, becoming enamored with all the superstars of crime. She loved nothing more than to match wits with the likes of Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, Thomas Pitt, Lord Peter Wimsey, Richard Jury, and Edward X Delaney, becoming inspired by their brilliance. Hoping to emulate her writing idol’s achievements in dreaming up such characters, she started composing her own short stories.

However, life interfered with her plans of becoming the next hopeful to try a life of crime—on paper at least. Devoting herself to her marriage and the raising of four children, the empty nest syndrome gave her the impetus to return to her first love—murder.

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