Thursday, March 23, 2017

Book Blast & #Giveaway for Sheik's Rule by Ryshia Kennie

Welcome to my stop on the Book Blast, presented by Goddess Fish Promotions, for Sheik’s Rule by Ryshia Kennie.  Please leave a comment or question for Ryshia to let her know you stopped by.  You may enter her tour wide giveaway, where one (1) randomly chosen commenter will be awarded a $20 Amazon/BN GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You may follow all of the stops on the tour by clicking on the banner above, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.  Good Luck!

Sheik’s Rule
By Ryshia Kennie
Desert Justice, Book 1

Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Release Date: March 21, 2017
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 272 Pages
ISBN: 978-1335720931
ASIN:  B01LYMRA3V

Buy Links:  Amazon US | B&N | Kobo | iTunes | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon FR  |  Google Play  Indigo  Amazon CA  | Harlequin



About the book:

His sister's life is at stake, and despite his wealth and power, Sheik Emir Al-Nassar feels helpless. At least heading his family's security agency provides him with resources to track down her kidnappers. But when the ace profiler he's sent turns out to be K. J.—Kate—Gelinsky, Emir is furious. Finding the kidnappers' desert hideout is dangerous enough without the distraction of a beautiful woman.


But K.J. is unlike any woman he's ever known. Her fearlessness and incisive mind inspires Emir's admiration. And her compassion breaches his guarded heart. Still, rescuing his sister is a perilous mission. And allowing desire to cloud his focus could endanger them all.


Excerpt

Emir nodded as he covered her progress.  But suddenly they weren’t alone.  The roar of the bike engine bore down on them as it flew over one dune, coming closer, only sixty feet away.  He fired at it, kicking up sand and causing the biker to swerve right and away from them.  Emir fired again and this time the driver lost control.  The bike toppled, skidding on its side as the driver landed on his feet, his rifle in the sand behind him.  They needed to get to the jeep and they had a minute or less to do it before he was back on his bike.

Kate fired once, twice, but the angle was wrong—a dune protected him.

“Run!” Emir commanded unnecessarily as they both ran, keeping low and moving fast.  They launched themselves into the Jeep.

“Go!” Kate yelled.  It was another unnecessary command for he had the accelerator to the floor.  The Jeep sped forward, pelting sand behind them as they flew over the dune, swerving back and forth to avoid any shots from the biker.

Kate turned and fired multiple times.

“We want him alive, if possible,” Emir shouted over the roar of the engine and knew that the odds were slight that that was going to happen, expecially if they both wanted to come out of this alive.

She nodded, and oddly, despite the intensity of the situation, despite the fact that their attention was fixed on their attacker, she turned and smiled at him.

AUTHOR Bio and Links: 

The Canadian prairies are my home and while the prairie landscape is blessed with beautiful blue skies, it also has four seasons that come on full throttle – especially winter and because of that I like to travel.  Often on those trips, stories are born. 

In 2011 I won my city's writing award, and was the first romance writer to do so since its inception.  In 2013 my romantic suspense was a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Awards.  Published in historic romance and paranormal romance as well as romantic suspense, in February 2016, my first novel was published by Harlequin Intrigue.

There’s no lack of places to set a story as my imagination and the too long prairie winters may find me seeking adventure.  The memories of those worlds both near and far, the words of a stranger, the furtive look one man gives another, often become the catalyst for a suspenseful story with a deadly villain and an intrepid hero and heroine who must battle for their right to love or even their right to live.

When not dreaming of other stories, I can be found scouting out a garage sale or two, dusting off my roller blades or just thinking about the next adventure that may be miles away or in my own backyard. 



Spotlight for Mineran Influence by P.N. Burrows

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Reading Addiction Virtual Book Tours, for Mineran Influence by P.N. Burrows.  Please leave a comment or question for P.N. to let him know you stopped by. 

Mineran Influence
By P.N. Burrows
Mineran Series, Book 1 

Publisher:  Troubador Publishing, LLC.
Release Date: January 13, 2016
Genre: Sci-Fi
Length: 132 Pages
ISBN: 9781785895142

ASIN: B01N6IUNCY 

Buy Links:  Amazon US | Amazon UK



About the book: 

Sam, an ex-soldier who is trying to rediscover himself after twenty years of service, unwittingly stumbles upon a mysterious alien presence in rural Wales. He is drawn into a tangled web of intrigue, pitting him against forces bent on destruction and putting his life in peril. Feeling mentally eroded by his time in the army and having worked hard to overcome this, he is thrust upon an alien journey that will change his life and beliefs in a profound way.

Claims of benevolence are only the beginning of the mysteries he'll have to unravel as doubt and mistrust haunt him. He will have to form unlikely alliances in order to fathom the mysteries at the secret Mineran enclave, where intrigue, deception and imminent danger reside.

His journey for answers will introduce him to pernicious enemies with hidden agendas, as a heinous plot to kill him unravels. Can he defeat his personal demons to secure justice and discover the truth of who or what is behind the nefarious machinations and why?



 Excerpt

Sam could see rows of large stacked cubes. They were polished bright, reflecting the light from overhead. Sam cast a questioning glance at Reb.

‘Would it make sense if I said they are a by-product of the process? To be precise, they are two-metre tall cubes of solid steel or eight cubic metres of steel weighing over sixty-two thousand kilogrammes each. Does that help?’ The sarcastic tone failed to mask Reb’s amusement at Sam’s quandary.

Sam touched one of the cubes as he walked by. The sides were perfectly smooth, and he couldn’t see the top as it was above his head height. The edges and corners were rounded, giving the cubes a look of gigantic dice.

A subdued glow was faintly visible from the end of the conveyor. Sam calculated it to be a quarter of a mile away. He didn’t bother to figure out how many barrels were passing him on the conveyor. A steady stream of them, spaced six feet apart, were travelling lengthways, slightly faster than the pace they were walking at. They disappeared ahead, near the glow. Sam could not make out what was happening, it all seemed to be occurring in shadows, which didn’t make sense as it was also glowing.

He picked up his pace a bit, subconsciously eager to solve the mystery. ‘Do I need to wear a suit or anything?’ he enquired.

‘No, but do not and I stress DO NOT touch anything. In fact, put your hands in your pockets when you get there,’ Reb replied cryptically.

He could feel the heat; it was definitely getting warmer as he drew nearer to the glow. The air had the feel of a smithy he had once visited. It had a perceptible ferrous taste. He could partially see the end wall of the tunnel thirty or forty feet behind the glow, but something large and dark was obscuring the view.

The conveyor ended suddenly with a short downward section. The barrels seemed to enter a dark cave. Bastards, he thought, they are dumping the drums, after all, that bullshit and holier-than-thou crap he had been fed. The bright glow prevented him from seeing into the new cave or tunnel entrance. It seemed to be a set of ultra-bright strip lights. In his haste, Sam had gotten ahead of Reb at this point; he looked back with anger in his eyes.

‘You go ahead, I’ll catch you up. For your own safety, please do not go up the gantry steps or go into the red zone.’

Sam didn’t realise it, but he had broken out into a small jog as he strained to see clearly what was happening. What seemed to be a tunnel entrance from further back must be the opening of a large twenty-foot diameter pipe, whose opening was facing directly at him as the opening was floating in the centre of the tunnel.

He could see the barrels rise to the top of the conveyor’s apex and then descend, lost in the illumination from the bright strip lights. At thirty feet, his assumptions fell apart. He could see that the glowing strip lights were, in fact, a constant stream of bright luminescent liquid flowing into a grill in the floor. ‘None of this makes sense,’ he muttered to himself. ‘If the liquid was the toxic waste, what’s the pipe for?’ He looked back at Reb. ‘I don’t understand, you’re just dumping it all into the ground, but what’s the pipe for?’

‘Look closer, Sam, you not allowing yourself to see the truth.’

Sam paused at the railings which separated the danger zone from the walkway with the aid of red markings on the floor, defining a twenty-foot radius from the illicit dumping area. The whole area was brightly lit. The liquid wasn’t luminescent. It was white hot. He could feel the heat searing his skin even from this distance. The pipe was blacker than night. It was void of any reflection from the incandescent liquid that was pouring down. The barrels moved along the conveyor, and they should have fallen into the centre of the dark yearning chasm and rolled away. Instead, they seemed to hit a solid barrier. Where the metal met the beginning of the opening, it instantly became molten liquid, running down across an invisible surface and into the grate in the floor.

Sam walked around the railing to try and see the process from the side. He didn’t hear Reb as he eventually ambled alongside him. There was no pipe, there was no nothing. From his vantage point at the side, the barrels stopped their descent from the conveyor in mid-air. The metal simply melted as if it were merely chocolate touching a white hot skillet. It ran down and back towards the direction of the conveyor. A river of molten metal floated in the air as if it were on top of an invisible thin sheet of glass that was set at a thirty-five-degree angle. Sam walked further round to see if he could make sense of what he was seeing. All he could see was blackness, a huge disc of blackness.

‘I don’t understand.’

‘My ancient ancestors with their primitive minds called it “Dia Kuklos” because they could go through the circle. This is the cause of distortion here in Minera. This is what we guard, keep secret and safe. This is our primary duty.’

‘So is this a black hole? Shouldn’t all of our solar system be sucked into it?’

‘No, you’re not seeing what is in front of you, Sam. Come back to the front and watch.’ Sam and Reb walked back along the railing to view the barrels landing on the Dia Kuklos.

‘Think back to the balloon model we discussed. If two distortions happened to touch each other, they’d perforate the fabric of space and link together. You can literally step through one side to the other. Your scientists theorise about this and commonly call them wormholes. There’s no tunnel connecting them. Both openings occupy the same space at the same time. They have many names in different cultures throughout the universe such as spatial apertures or perforations, portals, Quantum eyelets, interstices.’

He looked at Sam, beaming. ‘Cool, eh? So we are using this cosmic abnormality to dump your toxic waste. Just not where you thought. The metal can’t get through the surface tension. The reaction is so volatile that it melts upon contact. We use this to allow the waste to escape and flow through while collecting the metal for recycling.’

‘So you’re saying I could step through to wherever you are dumping this stuff?’

‘Well, you could step through, Sam, but you wouldn’t last very long. The other side is in a fixed position near a star you call Canopus. Over the course of a year or so, the waste is gently drawn in by its gravitational pull and destroyed. The aperture itself is black because neither side opens facing the star. If you could pop your head through and look to the right...’ Reb shrugged and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. ‘I was hoping to have thought of something witty to say by now, but, there you go. What else can I do to prove to you we are the good guys?’ He handed Sam the small stone from his pocket. ‘Go ahead and toss it in, watch it float away. Do it from the other side to get a better view.’

Sam walked to the rear side of the aperture and gently, with an underarm throw, tossed the stone through the portal. It physically slowed as it passed through what Reb had called the surface tension. It carried on into the darkness with its left-hand side clearly visible as it was being illuminated by the unseen sun.

‘Why are you guarding these, why the secrecy?’

‘Why? Well, that’s a long story, but I’ll keep it brief. My race evolved on planet Minera long before the Overseer arrived. As our population spread over the planet, legend says they found a portal and called it “Dia Kuklos”. It happened in the midst of the harshest winter in history. My primitive ancestors found a window to a sunny world; it saved thousands of lives. They sought refuge through it and others harvested food and brought it back. Over the centuries, we eventually learnt how to detect the distortions in the fabric of space and found thirty more on our planet. Because of the nature of their original creation, these portals were always located within spatial distortions like Minera, making them difficult to find unless you know what to look for. Not all distortions contained a portal and many, being like this one, open into empty space, or hundreds of feet above the ground. As our technology evolved and resources dwindled, we abused these portals to other worlds to carry out raids and wage war.’

‘We discovered one portal close to a black hole. The conflicting forces waged between the portal, and the event horizon of the black hole made it jittery. The other end wasn’t permanently fixed. It sporadically lashed across the universe, momentarily setting on other portals. We learnt how to manipulate it with gravitational and spatial distorting fields. We could lock onto other portals within its original range. It is, to this date, the only one we know of with this ability. History says we were ruthless, relentless and barbaric. To the unwary, we came out of nowhere. Whole armies massed secretly in the distorted areas, unseen by the local population. It was an era of terror that we waged covertly over the universe and a shame we still carry. The Overseer stopped this. Somehow he changed the surface tension on all of the portals. Nothing but light passed through; they became useless windows. In one fell swoop, he had isolated us. We had no long distance space travel technology as we had never needed to develop it. Our planet was over populated, and resources strained. He gave us an ultimatum, either we sign up and with our knowledge locate these portals throughout the universe and guard them against further abuse or he would cause our extinction.’

‘The elders in their vanity would not bow down to an unknown enemy, and millions died as ruthless factions fought amongst each other for the dwindling resources. After 225 years of planet-bound war, they realised no children had been born. We had been sterilised. The last generation to be born were now in charge, and the war machine had fizzled out long ago. The remaining populace had reverted to a simpler way of life. The preservation of life and the recovery of our planet became almost a religion. It was a hybrid of high technology and ecological, environmentally friendly living. On the eve of 250 years, the Overseer spoke again. The message was clear: police the portals for him or die out. The rest is history, as they say, they capitulated, and we have served him ever since. The Overseer returned to us the ability to reproduce and the use of the portals, though he has never allowed any metal to pass through since.’

‘Well, that’s not what I expected. I don’t know what to say.’

‘There is nothing to say, but you can see a similarity between our chequered history and how your civilisation’s developing. It took a long time for our planet to recover from our greed and negligence.’ Reb ushered Sam back around with his arms. ‘We try to keep the portals secret to make our life easier. There are only a few races out there that are partially aware of them. For some they are a thing of myth and legend, magic gateways to other worlds, but nothing more.’

Sam subconsciously switched the case to his left arm as he walked back around. ‘The process,’ swinging his arm at the conveyor, ‘should end in a few minutes, then we have a few people to see.’
About P.N. Burrows:

Born in England and raised in Wales, I started my working life on a farm in the glorious rural Welsh countryside.  I retrained to become an IT Consultant and having spent thousands on Microsoft, CompTIA and Cisco qualifications; I also obtained a contract to run and teach at a Cisco Academy in England.  After this, I became a small business IT Advisor for WCBC and the Welsh Government.  As this funding dried up, I retrained as a Business Advisor and have since helped thousands of people start up their own businesses.

In my leisure time, I work my way through a comprehensive bucket list with my FiancĂ©e, Cath. This has caused us great delight as we have attended various courses and fun days out, such as beekeeping, pottery making, stained glass making, painting course, cooking courses, hawk walks, animal experiences, quad biking, gorge walking and much more. Our favourite one is learning to dance. This activity has remained with us and will hopefully do so for the rest of our lives. We can do a reasonable Waltz, collapse in laughter trying the Viennese Waltz, but it is the 1920’s Lindy Hop that we have fallen in love with. After three years of dancing, we still attend regular dance classes and events.

Strangely, for an ex-geek, my favourite gadget is my Italian Marcato pasta machine. I love real, unprocessed food and my freshly made pasta with a home cooked sauce is amazing.

I have always enjoyed reading, and in my early teenage years, I read authors ranging from Harry Harrison to HG Wells. Later in life, I turned to thriller writers such as the 3 C’s; Clancy, Cussler and Child. Also, I will always have a Pratchett book on my phone for light reading. His imagination was and always will be, inspiring. I have wanted to write the Mineran Series for several years prior to actually starting and with the encouragement from Cath, who has suffered my many varied, imaginative pranks over the years, I have begun.

Contact Information
Facebook: /pnburrows
Twitter: @pnburows



Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for The Adventures of Grant Scotland Series by Dan McClure

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Goddess Fish Promotions, for The Adventures of Grant Scotland Series by Dan McClure.  Please leave a comment or question for Dan to let him know you stopped by.  You may enter his tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You may follow all of the stops on the tour by clicking on the banner above, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.  Good Luck! 


Interview with Dan McClure

What are your favorite TV shows?

Dan - I just cancelled my cable last year and now I don’t watch any shows at all. I expect I’ll switch to some NetFlix shows at some point, but I really don’t miss it much. Prior to cancelling cable, I was into Leftovers and Game of Thrones. Leftovers had a very interesting theme about dealing with PTSD and Game of Thrones is… well, Game of Thrones (although not as much as it used to be).

What is your favorite meal?

Dan - A free one. Seriously, I’m not very picky. I guess brunch is my favorite type of meal, and for that some sort of omelet served with homefries is my go-to dish.

If you were to write a series of novels, what would it be about?

Dan - You mean besides Grant Scotland? I guess I do have some ideas kicking around in the back of my head for a military sci-fi series. We’ll see.

Is there a writer you idolize? If so who?

Dan - I don’t idolize anyone, writer or no. Too easy to be let down once you discover they are human. But I do have some authors who have influenced my writing; Raymond Chandler, Ernest Hemingway, Glen Cook, Joe Abercrombie – just to name a few.

How did you come up for the title of this book?

Dan - The series title came from the desire to promote the books as fun adventure reads and not epic or dark fantasy (which they also are, but only in small doses). Bruce Campbell is part of the inspiration for the character of Grant Scotland and he once had a show called “The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr.” Putting those two ideas together made the series title pretty obvious. As for the title of each book, they are all thematically similar to help promote cohesion and recognizability. They all start with “Spy for a… something” where the something is usually the main plot axis of the book. How I came up with that system was simply a lot of hard work, to be honest. I spent days and weeks trying on and throwing out hundreds of titles until it just came to me one day on a long walk.

If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?

Dan - Oh, thank you. I really never thought I’d get this opportunity. It means so much to me. First, I’d like to apologize to my mom and dad and my brother. Sorry about all of that fecal matter. It was just a phase. Second, to my first girlfriend, I’d like to say I’m sorry for… well, for the same thing, I guess. Ummm… I’d also like to apologize to my high school chemistry teacher. I didn’t really have plans to build a bomb, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Oh! And that reminds me! Sorry to my guidance counselor. I honestly thought toupees were inflammable. And speaking of flames… Wait. Oh. The band is playing me off. Well, sorry to everyone for everything! I guess that covers it.

If you could keep a mythical/ paranormal creature as a pet, what would you have?                                
                                                               
Dan -  I don’t know if this qualifies, but I’d like to have my cat have a wizard’s familiar relationship with me. I’d like to go into a trance and see through her eyes, if only to know what the hell she sees when she’s staring at the wall.

How do you keep your writing different from all the others that write in this particular genre?

Dan - I use a modern voice instead of forcing the sort of blend of Elizabethan and Victorian English that most fantasy writers seem to cling to. I’m not against warping your writer’s voice to suit your story, but in fantasy it seems to be de rigueur to try to sound like the bastard child of Tolkien and Shakespeare.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?

Dan - The best one is also the only critical one: don’t ever stop writing. The worst one… Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever heard bad advice regarding writing. I think there are some practices many people tout as gospel that really aren’t. Writer’s groups and workshops would a good example. If you get a lot out of them, then that’s great, but I’ve never received enough feedback from them to justify the time I’ve invested into them. Writing is pretty solitary and I seem to work best that way, but each writer has his/her own process.

Are the experiences in this book based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Dan - All creations exist only because of their creators, so yes. And also no. This is a work of fiction. Some characters are inspired by people I’ve met, while others are stitched together from the needs of the plot and the environment. As for the experiences, the events themselves are entirely made up, but the emotions of the characters caught up in them are drawn mostly from personal experience. Although I’ve never killed a man, I have experienced fear, stress, anxiety, rage, pain, remorse, depression and grief. When I feel like I might go too far with imagining a feeling that perhaps I’ve never truly felt, I try to hold back and respect the reader’s ability to fill in his/her own feeling. Not saying I always get it right, but that’s the goal anyhow.


Spy for a Dead Empire (Adventures of Grant Scotland, Book One)

AELFA, THE GRAND CAPITAL of the once mighty Aelfan Empire, has fallen. Barbarian war parties and nomadic tribes harass the retreating and broken legions that once overawed them. All that stands against them now is the city of Zyren, the last bastion of Aelfan rule.

Acting as a spy for Zyren is Grant Scotland, a man leading a double life because his own had been taken away from him by the very people he serves. An unwilling recruit into the business of clandestine missions and deceit, he searches for anything real to cling to as the world around him devolves into insanity. And when an old friend shows up asking him to help save his family by delivering a mysterious book to a shadowy figure, Grant's two lives collide and he is thrust into an even stranger world than he had known; one where ancient magic is wielded by deadly players who compete against one another for a prize greater than simply the rotting carcass of a dead empire.




Spy for a Troubled King (Adventures of Grant Scotland, Book Two)

AMONG THE ASHES of the mighty Aelfan Empire, the House of Gregyan seeks to forge a new kingdom—one where both Huthan and Aelfan alike can prosper. But old prejudices and ancient traditions and an exiled enemy threaten the peace. Caught between compassion for his home and allegiance to his fallen empire, Grant Scotland finds himself trapped in the turbulent machinations of enemies and friends. As he works to uncover mysteries about his father’s treachery and confront new threats to his future, he moves perilously close to revealing his identity and losing everything





Spy for a Wayward Daughter (Adventures of Grant Scotland, Book Three)

AS THE GREGYANS MARCH TO WAR and his handler takes a trip to Zyren, Grant Scotland, spy errant of the Aelfan Empire, gets ready to pursue a lead on finding a man who might be able to tell him the truth about his father's treason. Old friends, new enemies and hidden dangers soon confront him on his quest, but when he enters the dark world of another family's intrigue, he finds that not even the frontiers of the Aelfan Empire are far enough away to escape the dangers of fortune and fate. 





The Unlikely Spy (Adventures of Grant Scotland, Volume One)

 The Adventures of Grant Scotland series is an entertaining mix of fantasy, mystery and espionage featuring a hero whose many faults provide almost as much challenge to him as the formidable obstacles he must face as he attempts to impose sanity upon a world rapidly descending into chaos. Collected in this volume are the first three books in the series: Spy for a Dead Empire, Spy for a Troubled King and Spy for a Wayward Daughter.





Spy for a Greedy Villain (Adventures of Grant Scotland, Book Four)

RACIAL TENSIONS IN AELFA simmer and threaten to boil over when the harbormaster is found dead and the Huthan oppressors threaten to crack down in the Lower Docks. As Grant Scotland finds more questions than answers in the journals of Berthul Magnussen about his father’s treachery, he is drawn into a murder investigation, a kidnapping plot and the nefarious machinations of the city’s biggest crime lord—Mr. Quinn. In order to stop Quinn’s plans and save the city from being thrown into open revolt, Grant prepares to take his biggest gamble yet.





Series Buy Link: Amazon  


Excerpt from Spy for a Dead Empire (Adventures of Grant Scotland, Book One)

Everything that ever happened to me since I was a kid played out in my mind and I was eagerly explaining every moment and why it was important to the foot of the table near my head as I regained consciousness. Unfortunately, my mouth wasn't cooperating, so I'm fairly sure the only sound that came out was "Mmurfermumf?" The foot of the table had no response. I didn't blame it. I'm the same way. I get embarrassed when I'm around people who talk about themselves too much, too.

I tried to get my hands up under me and push to get up, but I didn't even get half of that done before I decided to knock off and maybe try again tomorrow. My head felt like a lead weight and a constant ringing was filling my ears. After a few minutes passed I decided I could maybe twist around a bit and get on my back, which I managed to do with all the speed of a garden slug.

My vision was slowly clearing and sharpening and I could tell I was in a dark room somewhere with dim light coming from partially shuttered windows. Suddenly I remembered the horse and the rain and the door and looked around quickly to see if my assailant was nearby.


I deeply regretted that action as blood roared in my ears and a wave of nausea almost overwhelmed me. I choked and screwed my eyes shut and stayed perfectly still and after a time I was able to breathe and open my eyes again. Good thing whoever hit me wasn't still around. If they were, I'd have given them what for by throwing up all over their shoes.

 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Writing stories infused with the smoky charisma of classic film noir mixed with the pulse-pounding excitement of adventure fantasy and the cagey class of suspenseful espionage, Dan McClure brought the best parts of all of our most cherished pulp together and added his own signature brand of wit. He currently lives, writes and works in and around beautiful and historic Arlington, Massachusetts.

I can be reached at : dmcclure17@hotmail.com.

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Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for Cherry Cake and A Cadaver by Susan Boles

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Great Escapes Virtual Book Tours, for Cherry Cake and A Cadaver by Susan Boles.  Please leave a comment or question for Susan to let her know you stopped by.  You may enter her tour wide giveaway by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You may follow all of the stops on the tour by clicking on the banner above.  My review of this book will post tomorrow.  Good Luck! 




About Writing by Susan Boles

Authors come to write books by a lot of different paths. I knew I wanted to be a writer all the way back in junior high school. I was in a secret club with two friends who loved to read and liked writing, too. We wrote little stories, that, now, would be called flash fiction. But back then, knowing nothing about word count and the publishing world, we thought we were the bees knees. We didn't show the stories to anyone except each other. Because, you see, we were nerdy, shy girls. The ones you see in every class in every school with secret dreams they don't share with anyone.

I still have some of those stories preserved in an old blue cloth, three ring binder. I'm not sure how they survived all this time, but they are a prize possession.

So, fast forward several years to making college decisions. My parents didn't think writing a was a good career choice, and since they were paying, I chose to get my degree in a double major of Business Administration and Marketing. With a triple minor in microeconomics, art history, and literature. Yep. Over achiever here. LOL.


So, fast forward a LOT more years and the writing bug is biting me pretty hard. So I dive into the whole thing and discover it's a pretty hard road to walk. But I kept at it and got two book published by small independent presses. But then, life happened, like it does, and I stepped away just as I was bulding a little momentum. Fast forward several more years, and I knew that if I didn't get back into writing, I would always regret it. So, here I am with my cozy mystery series about some crazy southern people in a fictional town in North Mississippi. And you know what? Those girls are still my friends and they're cheering me on with a lot of enthusiasm.  

Cherry Cake and A Cadaver
By Susan Boles
Lily Gayle Lambert, Book 2

Publisher:  Argent Ocean Publishing
Release Date: March 31, 2017
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Length: 106 Pages
ISBN: 9780997909326
ASIN: B06XK2Q44N

Pre-Order Links:  Kindle | Kobo 



About the book:


Lily Gayle and the gang set out to find a killer after local baker Luxen Natolovich is found dead hours before the grand opening weekend at the new Bed and Breakfast in town, Midnight Dragonfly. As Lily Gayle deciphers the clues around Luxen’s death she uncovers a conspiracy of lies and half truths that could very well be tied to a refugee camp in Mississippi during World War II. The deeper Lily Gayle digs, the deeper the conspiracy runs, and the closer she comes to being the killer’s next victim.



About the Author:

Susan calls McNairy County, TN her home ground even though she has moved away. It was here, at Bethel Springs Junior High School that she began her writing career with two friends. They formed their own little writers group that was so secret they were the only ones who knew it existed. She still has some of the stories they wrote carefully preserved in a loose leaf binder and tucked away for safety.

She has worked in retail management, briefly for the Census Bureau and for many years in the investment/insurance industry in the regulatory compliance arena. All of which are left brain activities. So she exercises her right brain activity with reading and writing…just to keep both sides even.

Reading has been a passion since she was very young. As a toddler, her mother read to her from her ‘baby books’ and her Mother tells a story about her holding one of them upside down and ‘reading’ by repeating the story verbatim from memory.

Death of a Wolfman is the first in the Lily Gayle Lambert mystery series. Her previously published romantic suspense novel, Fated Love, is a contemporary paranormal romantic suspense (with a twist of paranormal) set in Memphis, TN. Her first novel, Kate’s Pride, is a historical women’s fiction set in West Tennessee in the aftermath of the Civil War. The novel is loosely based on her own Great Grandmother and published under the pen name Renee Russell.

Life got in the way of writing for many years but now she’s come back to her early love.

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Looking Back On Forever
By Kat Alexander

Publisher: Kat Alexander
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 450 Pages
ISBN: 978-1542951807
ASIN: B01N5YC2LM

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About the book:

There are moments in time that stand out more than others: your first kiss, a special birthday party, seeing your baby for the first time, an intimate conversation, a first date, even something as little as sitting around a dining room table with friends. This is the story of the moments that stood out after I first laid eyes on Noah Gish. ~ Claire Sawyer


The city, it used to be a place I loved and missed with an ache in my gut. It was home. The place where I grew up, where I had fun, where I had my friends, where life was as good as I knew it to be. Then I was shipped off to a place that begins the story of how I fell in love, just to screw everything up. ~ Noah Gish


Excerpt

“You seem like a different person,” I blurt out, instantly regretting it.

She doesn’t miss a beat, unfazed or unaware of my mood. “I feel like a different person.”

“It scares me.”

She looks at me in confusion, her brilliant smile wilting.

Am I that selfish that I have to bring her down when I am? That’s not right. I love her. I adore her so goddamn much. I should be able to smile through someone ripping my guts out, holding a gun to my head, gasping my last breath, just so she doesn’t hurt.

 About Kat Alexander:

Literature is my passion. I like to challenge myself and grow in my writings. I have many unfinished books and some that have been published under a different name.

My passions include the arts: music, photography, writing, dance, painting, films, and architecture—anything that is creation. There is not much I don't like; and if I don't like it, I at least appreciate the process it took place to create it. This is something incorporated in all my books.

In my spare time, I enjoy being out in nature, travelling, spending time with family, and reading. I read everything, from contemporary to paranormal, and history to science. Learning is something very important to me.

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