Sunday, December 4, 2016

Ghost Witching Review Tour

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Description:

Seeing ghosts should make solving
homicides easy, right? Not even close.

 When detectives Maggie York
and Josh Brandt catch a new murder investigation involving occult rituals,
ghosts, and venomous snakes, it seems like a case that could only happen in New
Orleans. Not only does the victim's ghost demand Maggie's attention, but three
apparitions begin appearing to her…sending the detectives on a search for more
bodies. They soon discover the ghostly trio has links to the Witching Hour
Society, an organization of self-declared witches with far more going on behind
the scenes. Meanwhile, a neighbor believes the victim killed his family with a
curse, and the media eagerly sensationalizes the entire story.

 Making things worse, Maggie
and Josh have hit a rough spot in their personal relationship. The tension
between them is already high when Josh's ex-fiancée arrives in town…and wants
him back.

Soon the violence is escalating, the
ghosts grow more aggressive, and the deeper Maggie and Josh dig, the stranger
things get. Welcome to murder New Orleans’ style.

Excerpt:

Stopping abruptly on the front
door threshold, Maggie swept her gaze across the living room of the Garden
District Victorian home, taking in the body of the matronly female victim and
the carcass of the presumed killer sprawled on the polished floor. She drew in
a shallow breath and placed one hand on the door frame, letting the eerie feel
of the scene roll over her. It happened every time. She used to wonder
why—before she knew her family origins. Now she just accepted it.

Her partner, New Orleans
homicide detective Joshua Brandt and currently estranged lover, moved past her,
no doubt welcoming the coolness of the air-conditioning. Unhampered by the strange
sensations she experienced, he squatted next to the body.

Maggie closed the door, leaving
the humid August heat outside, and circled to the far side of the victim. She
noted, discarded, or filed away each detail, searching for the ones that would
eventually lead them to a human predator.

Interesting scene, to say the
least. Two sets of reddened punctures, one on the victim’s neck, the other on
the left cheek. But no blood, only a faint odor of death thanks to the
hard-working AC. Pleasant features—or would have been if the eyes weren’t wide
open and fixed in a vacant stare—a few extra pounds but not excessive, hints of
gray at the temples and roots of her short brunette hair. She’d been due for a
touchup. A modern grandmother in faded jeans and a white shirt hanging open
over a pale blue tank top.

“Valerie Preston, age
sixty-one,” said the older of the two patrol cops who’d found the body. He
checked his palm-sized notebook. “Lived alone. Widow of real estate
businessman, Clive Preston, who’s been dead five years or more. Neighbor last
saw her yesterday afternoon about five bringing home groceries.” He put his
notes in his shirt pocket. “Looks like the snake killed her.”

“Maybe.” Josh learned forward
to inspect the bite marks, and a shock of dark hair fell over his forehead.
Maggie’s attention drifted to his strong profile, the sculpted cheekbones, the
full black lashes. He hadn’t shaved this morning, and she imagined the dark
bristles scraping softly across her skin. Whoa, girl. Another example of why
they needed to step back from their relationship. They’d grown too close, too
intense, placing their on-the-job partnership at risk.

A week ago, Josh had played the
alpha male, stepping into a situation she could have handled, and it had nearly
gotten him killed. They’d argued for days, and yesterday—after living with him
the past four months—she’d moved back to her own apartment. Ostensibly to think
it over, reassess. But Maggie wasn’t sure what would happen to them next. In
spite of their casual, matter-of-fact conversation since he’d picked her up at
her apartment a half hour ago, raw tension simmered under the surface.



The tightening of Josh’s jaw
muscle, as it did when he held back strong emotion, sharpened her focus back to
the scene…where it belonged. He looked up at the two patrolmen. “Hard way to
die. Who shot the snake?”


My Review:
Ghost Witching is the 2nd book in this series. I couldn't wit to start reading it after finishing the 1st book Ghost Walking.  I am so glad I did not wait. This book was just as fantastic as book 1. The character grew even stronger in this book then the 1st. Even though they were already strong in book 1.  I love how Ally Shields let you watch the characters grow instead of just throwing changes at you. I loved how this book picked up where the 1st one left off instead of jumping ahead. 

I love paranormal books. Thy are my favorite genre especially when Ghosts are thrown in. I also loves magical powers. I enjoy a little romance now and again also.  This book had a bit more emphasis on the romance then book 1 but it did not take over the story.  I really liked all of the emotions Ally put into the book. While reading it I could actually feel the emotions coming off the words. 


Like the 1st book I was captured on the 1st chapter and could not put the book down. I cannot wait for a book 3. 

Bio:

Ally Shields grew up in the Midwest along
the Mississippi River, still considers herself "a river rat," and
currently resides near Des Moines. After a career in law and juvenile justice,
she turned to full-time fiction writing in 2009. Her first urban fantasy,
Awakening the Fire (Guardian Witch #1) was published in 2012, and she currently
has twelve published novels. She loves to travel in the US and abroad and
incorporates many of those settings into her books. Ms. Shields welcomes reader
contact through her website and can frequently be found on Twitter.

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Liliana Batchelor Series by Holly Blackstone blitz


Liliana Batchelor: The Complete Series
Holly Blackstone
Publication date: November 25th 2016
Genres: Erotica, Romance

A seemingly inconsequential decision at an intersection.

Just one moment – a pause, a choice.

And in a split second everything changes.

Liliana had no idea that something so simple would alter two lives forever, or lead to a series of events that plunge her headlong into corporate intrigue and a passionate romance.

Now presented in one volume for the first time – all five books in the Liliana Batchelor Series. From the windswept coast of Scotland to the grey days of autumn in the Pacific Northwest, read Lily’s incredible journey of self discovery as she finds herself drawn up into an epic love affair with intense and demanding CEO Stuart Watson.

NOTE: This contemporary erotica series contains explicit depictions of sex, including BDSM, as well as a few instances of violence or attempted assault.

Books included:

“An Accidental Affair”

“Step Across the Rubicon”

“The Air I Breathe”

“Banish the Darkness”

“Step In To the Light”

An excerpt from “A World Away”, book one in Holly’s fantasy erotica series.

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EXCERPT:

Lily barely has time to compose her thoughts before he closes the distance. Her stomach has that gnawing, achy emptiness to it – a telltale sign that she is attracted to him. She is completely floored seeing him here.

Even with her nearly three and a half inch heels he is still over four inches taller by her estimation. She looks up into his bright blue eyes as he steps close.

“Liliana, an absolute pleasure,” he says, taking her right hand and bringing it to his lips. She nearly swoons from the contact; it is so unexpected and intimate, and his lips are soft against the top of her hand. He holds on a moment and releases his grasp and her arm floats down to her side. Lily feels as if she must be levitating off the ground.

“Stuart… My goodness,” is all she can muster. He smiles a little at having rendered her practically speechless.

His eyes carefully play over her body. “If I may say so, you look lovely this evening.” God, but his Scots accent is sexy; not too overpowering, but the trilled r’s are hot.

“Thank you. I’m glad to see you up and around.” Couldn’t think of anything better to say?

“Yes, almost as good as new, except for a little residual soreness.” He holds up his right hand.

“How did you get out of that cast so quickly? I thought you tore a tendon or something.”

“Reconstructive surgery, physical therapy.”

“But still, that should have taken months.”

“I can be very determined,” he says in a meaningful way, staring straight at her.

Lily inwardly gulps. “Apparently.” Luckily she is saved by a passing waiter proffering more champagne. Stuart removes the near empty glass from Lily’s hand, puts it on the tray and retrieves two glasses, handing her one.

He holds out his hand and tips the glass until it touches hers. “To finally meeting under auspicious circumstances,” he says and drinks. She pauses a moment and then raises the glass to her lips and takes a sip. Suddenly, everything has changed; how did this happen? He walks into a room and she becomes flustered, nervous, flushed.

“Stuart, I’m surprised to see you here.” He raises an eyebrow quizzically, his eyes dancing playfully. “I’m glad,” she hurriedly adds, “but surprised.”

“I still spend a fair amount of time in Scotland. I had some… business to take care of locally and hoped you wouldn’t mind if I dropped in, knowing you would be here. You don’t mind, do you?”

It is wholly unfair. He has surprised her, has a definite advantage and they both know it.

He had been watching her from the moment she entered the ballroom, waiting for an opportune moment, studying her. When she had walked into his hospital room there seemed to be a sensual air about her, but he tried to pass it off as the drugs, circumstances.

Watching her move, sip her champagne and savour the food, he realised it hadn’t been the circumstances at all; it was her, and what made it even more powerful was that it wasn’t forced. It was simply who she was, and she exuded it from her pores; it was in all she did. From the way her long fingers found the stem of her glass to the way her lips parted, it was wired into her and he found it incredibly sexy, utterly irresistible.

Her slight nervous discomfort at being caught off guard seems to increase her sensuality as she fidgets, playing her fingers along her glass, her lips pursing slightly as she tries to regain her composure.

Stuart’s gaze is intense and Lily feels a little flustered, and has a hard time meeting it; no man has ever affected her like this.

“What business are you in?” she asks, her hand nearly trembling as she lifts the glass to her lips and steals a look at him over the rim. She loves the Van Dyke; it makes his lips look even more sensual… as if he needs that. The tightly trimmed mustache accentuates the line of his top lip, then curls down to meet the goatee on his chin and the dark patch underneath his mouth makes his slightly fuller bottom lip appear more pronounced. She inwardly sighs; what a perfect mouth.

“I run my own business,” he says. “My father and his friend started it.” He knows others are staring at her. “Why don’t we find a quiet corner to talk?”

Her eyes get wide – she can’t help it – and she nods. He reaches out his left hand and cups her elbow and gestures to the far corner of the room. “Shall we?” Her body drinks in the sensation, his touch sparking a craving for more contact.

The combination of his well educated diction and slightly rough Scots enunciation is heady. He manages to seem intelligent yet a little dangerous at the same time. He was dressed like a rock star when you found him, her voice chimes in. Most powerful business owners don’t do that.

As they approach the table, Stuart lets go of her arm and pulls the chair out for her. She places her glass on the table, and smoothes her skirt as she sits, while Stuart pulls out another chair and sits kitty-corner to her. Lily crosses her legs; she’s grateful she packed something nice for tonight, and thank goodness she went downstairs. Take that, troublesome voice.

“Are you enjoying the conference?” he asks, taking another sip. She has a weakness for hands and his are strong, with long masculine fingers; she notices a Breitling watch around his wrist. Wow.

“Well, it just started today,” she says, finally overcoming a bit of her surprise and managing more sustained looks into his face. He is gorgeous; she doesn’t want to stare, but she could look at him all day. Here, in close proximity, she feels that hum of electricity around them like a cocoon. “But so far, yes.”

She takes another sip as he speaks. “I believe you said you were going to take a holiday afterwards?”

“Good memory,” she smiles, a little embarrassed. “I… thought with the injuries and drugs you probably hadn’t…”

“Remembered much? Remembered our conversation?” the tone is playfully accusatory. “Oh, I remember it very well, Liliana.”

She finds herself blushing a little and takes another sip of champagne. Be careful, you haven’t had much to eat all day.

“Not many people call you Liliana, do you mind?” he asks suddenly, softly. “Liliana just sort of rolls off the tongue, and it’s unique. I like it.”

Why did such a simple sentiment make her heart feel like it was trying to break out of her chest? Her mouth suddenly is dry.

“When are you going to tell me the rest of YOUR name?” she blurts out boldly.

“Soon. I’m just a bit… cautious.” Who was this man? A politician? No, he said he owned a business… why so cagey?

“Tell me what types of places you’re interested in visiting whilst here in my beautiful homeland, and I’ll be happy to offer suggestions.”

She takes a deep breath. Wow, his intensity – he just seems to exude power and confidence – nearly takes her breath away. She would never have guessed this when she was trying to comfort his unconscious form as he lay on the asphalt.

“Well, to be honest I haven’t made much in the way of plans. I anticipated doing a bit of research beforehand, but with the…” she fidgets, “… accident and all, and the bustle afterwards, well.” She feels like a schoolgirl with all the flushing and fidgeting.

He nods as she continues. “I do know generalities though.” Talking makes her feel a little more calm, although she worries about prattling on too much.

He looks amused, the corner of his mouth curled up and his lips slightly parted. Oh God, PLEASE don’t do that. She wonders what his lips would feel like on hers; they felt nice against the back of her hand. She shakes her head to clear her mind.

“What is it, Lily?” he leans forward and reaches out a hand to touch her arm; desire shoots through her body. “Is anything wrong?”

“No!” she says hastily. “Nothing is wrong. Where was I? Oh yes, places in Scotland…” she nervously catches her lower lip with her teeth and touches her tongue to her top lip, her mind churning.

He watches her mouth and then raises his eyes to hers. They are smoldering, full of desire. Oh my God, he’s attracted to me. If she had been standing she would have had to sit. Her insides are turned topsy turvy.

Her voice cracks slightly. “I’d like to visit some distilleries. Go see the rockiness of northern Scotland, perhaps the Isle of Skye, or Islay. Ruins…” her voice almost falters again; he hasn’t taken his eyes off of her, and the words are fleeing her as she is caught up in his gaze. “I love old ruins. Manor houses, castles…” It’s difficult to continue; she feels hypnotized by him, completely disoriented.

She is aware of a voice. “May I get either of you anything else to drink?” She shakes her head, the thrall he had over her broken. It seems like she is taking a breath for the first time in minutes. She should leave; Stuart is dangerous, being around him is too heady, distracting. She stands up to go. “I’m a bit tired, actually. I was thinking of heading out,” she uncharacteristically lies.

He puts his hand on her arm and she finds herself sinking slowly back into her seat. How did he do that? His touch is like life spreading through her body, all she wants is more.

“Surely you can spare a few more minutes Liliana?” He says her name as if he is making love to it, rolling it around in his mouth, tasting it. She sits, and he turns to the waiter.

“A bottle of La Grande Dame unopened, two glasses, and an assortment of the canapés would be perfect.” He makes it a request, but something in his tone lets you know he fully expects you to deliver. What company does he own?, she wonders, not for the first time. He’s not arrogant, but you don’t want to disappoint him. He must be difficult to negotiate with.

The waiter nods in assent and leaves. Stuart turns his piercing eyes to her and smiles amiably. “Now, where were we?”



Author Bio:

Holly was born in New Jersey and moved to the Pacific Northwest at the age of eighteen. She's always loved writing and expressing herself and scrupulously kept a journal at a young age. She started her first book around the age of eight, although she never completed it, and in high school was co-editor of her school's literary magazine. She enjoys blogging, reading, and writing poetry and novels. Although an American, Holly is fascinated with British and Scottish history and culture; this interest is reflected in her choice to often use British spellings for words because she likes them better.

Holly likes exploring how a character's personality changes and adapts as they are introduced to new experiences that are challenging. She also enjoys creating worlds and tales that are deep and complex and are driven by a solid story, yet have intense erotic elements.

Much to her chagrin, Holly has many interests and has a hard time keeping up with them all. She enjoys cooking and has made wine with friends; she likes gardening, drawing, reading, video and board games, dancing, eighties music and yoga, to name a few of her more regular preoccupations.

She welcomes comments and questions at her website: http://www.hollyblackstone.com

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Saturday, December 3, 2016

SHE WILL BE LOVED Melissa Storm

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she-will-be-lovedA feel-good romance with no sex, no swearing--just an honest love that develops between two people. If you believe in fate, redemption, and finding hope in the darkest of times, you will adore this newest book in the Cupid's Bow series!

Luke Ward was New York City’s best and brightest young physician until a freak accident changed everything. Now he’s taken a position as the staff doctor at a large retirement village in Abeline where he plans to live out the rest of his days hiding from the painful truth he’s traveled so far to escape.

When the father of her unborn baby walks out on her, Mandy Rockwell decides to swear off men for good. She refuses to give up either her baby or her dream of opening her own bakery, so naturally she doesn’t have much space in her life for anything else, especially not yet another broken relationship.

They both have everything to lose, but somehow Luke and Mandy can’t ignore the spark that ignites between them. Will they be able to make a future together, and what will happen when their pasts come calling?

 

About the Book

She Will Be Loved
by Melissa Storm

Series
Cupid's Bow #6

Genre
Sweet Contemporary Romance

Publisher
Partridge & Pear Press

Publication Date
June 29, 2016

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Excerpt from She Will Be Loved

The next porch he found himself climbing had a white, stone goose dressed in a bright, yellow rain hat and slicker beside a sign that read Grandkids welcome. Parents by appointment. The door was bright purple, and he liked that, even though he was pretty sure it violated one of the many home owners’ association rules.

He knocked, wondering what kind of eccentric, blue-haired granny he’d find waiting on the other side.

A few seconds later the door flung open to reveal a very un-grandma-like individual. Her young, smooth cheeks and naturally blond hair were the last features he’d expected to greet him.

She looked him over for a moment, and he couldn’t help but stare as she did. Flour clung to her bright pink cheeks as well as the apron she wore over her shorts and T-shirt. A sloppy ponytail held her long, blond hair back away from her face, and her eyes shone with curiosity. “Umm, can I help you?”

He swallowed down the lump that was forming in his throat and put on his most pleasant smile. “Are you…” Luke searched the sheet in front of him for the correct name. “Deborah Rockwell?”

“Do I look like an eighty-year-old woman?” she asked flatly, then broke out into a big, boisterous laugh. “Deborah’s my grandmother. I’m Mandy, and I’d shake your hand but I’m kind of covered in flour and sticky goop right now. Will you accept a wave instead?”

As she waggled her fingers at him, he felt equal parts disappointed and relieved that he couldn’t steal this small chance to make physical contact with her. If simply looking at her practically took all his breath away, what would happen if he were to touch her soft, glowing skin?

Glowing…? Oh, no.

His eyes shot down to her midsection, and saw a small but obvious bump. She couldn’t have been too far into her second trimester from the looks of it. He wanted to run away every bit as much as he wanted to sweep the beautiful stranger into his arms and carry her away with him. Instead, he just stood there staring slack-jawed and reading the text on her apron over and over again. Hot in the kitchen. Hotter in the bedroom.

She caught him staring and flushed even redder than before, embarrassment adding to the heat that had already permeated her cheeks. “Oh, ha. This is my grandma’s.” She tittered nervously and lifted the apron off over her head and balled it up in her hands. “Speaking of Grandma, she’s out for a walk, but she should be back any minute. Would you like to come in and wait?”

“I, uh…”

“Actually, yes, come with me.” She tugged him over the threshold, forgetting or no longer caring about the “flour and goop” that covered her hands and forearms. “I’m working on a new recipe, and I need a taste tester. You don’t mind, do you?”

Luke allowed himself to be pulled along, all the while wondering how quickly he could extricate himself from this situation. This attraction was wrong for so many reasons. First, she was pregnant, and he just couldn’t do with babies and all the vulnerability, all the memories that came with them. Second, she was pregnant, which likely also meant she was taken, probably married to boot. And then there was the simple fact that this was his time to start over, to learn a new profession, to make a new life—not to make a new relationship, a new family… a new mistake.

But then she sat him down at the counter and jabbed a spoon toward his mouth with a smile so big splashed upon her face that it couldn’t be anything but one hundred percent genuine. “Taste,” she ordered.

As soon as he parted his lips, she set the spoon into his mouth and unleashed a symphony of flavors on his tongue—citrus, vanilla, buttercream, and some other exotic hint he couldn’t quite identify. It was so delicious he had a hard time swallowing the bite, knowing there wouldn’t be another to follow it up with. He wanted to keep this sweetness on his tongue as long as he could, to fully enjoy it before letting it go.

Mandy’s eyes grew wider and wider the longer he went without saying anything. “Well?” she finally urged. “How is it?”

A gorgeous woman who could cook like an angel. That is, if cooking was something angels ever did up in heaven. Oh, he was in trouble. So, so much trouble.

“It’s good,” he said at last, finally swallowing the morsel. “Very good.”

Her face fell. “Only good? I can’t build an entire menu from good. I need great.”

“It is great. The best frosting I’ve ever had.”

“Honest?” Her blue eyes grew large as she awaited his follow-up assessment.

“Honest. Umm, could I maybe have some more?”

They laughed together, and it felt good—great.

“Sit down, and let me make you a plate.”

He looked down to the stool beneath him, then back up at Mandy. “Umm, I’m already sitting.”

“Right. Just a sec then.” She chuckled and shook her head as she marched toward the other side of the kitchen. A moment later, she plopped a shiny blue plate before him—with golden music notes painted around the edges. On that plate there was a napkin neatly folded in half and a large cupcake with extra frosting. She sat down beside him and took a long, slow drink of water from a half-empty Aquafina bottle.

He felt rude eating without her, but he also felt rude not digging in the moment she set the plate in front of him. After a brief hesitation, Luke asked, “Aren’t you going to have some, too?”

She snorted. “No, no. If I ate everything I baked, well…” She puffed out her cheeks and rolled her eyes. “Besides, it’s way more fun for me to watch you enjoy it.”

He took a huge bite, basking in the pop of flavor that danced across his tongue.

“Good?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Great?”

He gave her the thumbs up.

“Perfect. Now would you mind telling me who the heck you are?”

 

The Cupid's Bow Series

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About Melissa Storm

melissa-storm-author-picMelissa Storm is a mother first, and everything else second. She used to write under a pseudonym, but finally had the confidence to come out as herself to the world. Her fiction is highly personal and often based on true stories. Writing is Melissa's way of showing her daughter just how beautiful life can be, when you pay attention to the everyday wonders that surround us.

Melissa loves books so much, she married fellow author Falcon Storm. Between the two of them, there are always plenty of imaginative, awe-inspiring stories to share. Melissa and Falcon also run the business Novel Publicity together, where she works as publisher, marketer, web designer, and all-around business mogul. When she's not reading, writing, or child-rearing, Melissa spends time relaxing at home in the company of her four dogs, four parrots, and rescue cat. She never misses an episode of The Bachelor, because priorities.

 

 

 

 

 

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Ghost walking by Ally Shields

Book Description:

Not believing won't make the ghosts go away.



New Orleans' homicide cop Maggie York is at the top of her game until a
sniper's bullet changes everything. She flatlines, comes back. But not quite
the same. She sees and hears things...ghostly things. And she blurts out enough
to her doctors to end up on medical leave with a diagnosis of PTSD. If only.



Six months later, the voices have faded and the ghostly sightings are less
frequent. The department still won't let Maggie return to the job. Oh, she's
quit talking about ghosts, except to a few friends and the loony relatives who
believe she's a witch, but Maggie doubts herself. Since inactivity is making it
worse, she sets out to track down her shooter, only things get complicated...a
ghostly witness wants his own murder solved, and sexy homicide cop, Josh
Brandt—who just happens to be her replacement—wants her to butt out of his
case.



After Josh catches her at the murder scene of a key witness, he wonders how the
attractive redhead is staying one step ahead of him and how deeply her
involvement goes. She doesn't appear as unstable as he's been told, but she's
hiding something. He recognizes the signs...because he has secrets of his own.
Unraveling her case soon draws them down twisted but intersecting paths.



And failure may cost Maggie her life.

Excerpt:

Maggie’s
gaze sharpened as the old crime scene routine fell into place. Discarded
clothing near an old washing machine, empty beer cans. Hurst and his girlfriend
hadn’t been especially tidy, but she’d seen worse. The kitchen was clutter-free
except for an empty pizza box on the counter. Large. Smelled like pepperoni.
The fridge contained three takeout cartons of leftovers—gumbo, red beans,
something indefinable—a quart of milk, half used, and three beer cans in the
plastic holder from a six-pack. Apparently no one cooked.

She
entered the hallway. A check of the guest bedroom and a glance in the living
room yielded nothing unusual, only the expected drawer or cushion out of place
due to the police search.

She’d left
the main bedroom for last.

The
bodies were gone and the bed stripped. She knelt to look under the bed, but
anything on the floor and nightstand had been bagged and removed to the lab.
Otherwise, it was much as she remembered. Ten by ten, holding a full-size bed
and one dresser. She moved across the room to check the closet…and heard a
floorboard creak in the hallway.

Maggie
froze, her heart hammering. Someone was in the house. She hadn’t been
particularly silent, so they must know she was there. Why so quiet? She glided
back to the door, the SIG Sauer already in her hand. When the hardwood floor
emitted a second small sound, she whipped around the corner, pointing her gun
at the intruder.

And faced
the deadly end of a Beretta, held by a tall man with compelling, steel-blue
eyes. The air vibrated with energy…and for one long moment, they stared at one
another.

“Who are
you?” she demanded.

“Police.
And you?” The voice was cool, richly masculine.

She took
in the dark blue jacket over a white shirt open at the collar, a loose tie
slightly askew, and his black hair just long enough that an unruly strand
curled over his forehead.

“Show me
your badge.” She was stalling for time. Maggie didn’t doubt the confident,
intense man on the other end of the gun was a cop. A very good-looking cop who
wasn’t the least bit happy to find her there. How could she explain her
presence?

He flipped
open his jacket with one hand, revealing the badge clipped to his belt.
“Detective Brandt. Now put down your gun and back away from it.”

He hadn’t
raised his voice, but the or else was loud and clear. She nodded,
slipped the safety on, and set the weapon on the floor, keeping her hands where
he could see them.

“What are
you doing in here?” he asked.

She
figured he’d soon find out anyway, so she told him the truth—albeit a limited
version. “Assessing the murder scene. The male victim was involved in my own
shooting.”

The cop’s
eyes narrowed, but the gun didn’t waver. “Should I know you?”

She
shrugged. “I’m Maggie York.”

My Review:
This is my kind of book. I loved it. I love the paranormal where Ghosts are involved. I love cool kind of nuts lead characters. I love a book that drags you in almost immediately and leaves you craving more on the last page. I got all of that and more with this book. I also have the 2nd book in the series ready to go and I hope the 3rd book is close behind.

This story flowed nicely, left me on the edge of my comfy chair at times, made me laugh a few times, but kept me engrossed the whole time. Books like this are rare to find.

This is my first book by Ally Shields but it definitely wont be my last. I really liked her writing style. Her characters are strong and life like, even the ghosts. I like to take a break from reality with a good paranormal book and this one gave me a break I was really needing. I hope the 2nd book is just as good and that this series has a long life as I am addicted.

Bio:

Ally Shields is a Midwestern writer with a love
for mystery and the paranormal. Following a career in law and juvenile justice,
she took up full-time writing in 2009. In 2012 her first paranormal was
published, and she has two completed urban fantasy series. Ally loves to travel
and includes many of those settings in her novels. Readers are welcome—and
encouraged—to contact her through her website or track her down on Twitter.
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Johnson Road Saga by CLAYTON E. SPRIGGS- Blitz







Murder Mystery, Crime Thriller
Date Published:  November 2016


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Johnson Road


Hiding in plain sight, a predator stalks its prey…


Welcome to Peterson County, Alabama, mid-twentieth century Americana; a quaint, rural community on its journey to becoming the suburban utopia promised by the American Dream. By the time the dreamers realize they are trapped inside a nightmare, it’s too late.


Something has gone terribly wrong inside the dream – something evil – something on Johnson Road.


Peterson County Murders


CHASING A SERIAL KILLER From the moment they found the body, the hunt was on. Now that the FBI and US Marshalls were involved,  Sheriff Clifford Gaskin and Deputy Sean Willis were confident it was only a matter of time before they tracked down the murderer and brought justice to the people of Peterson County.


Detective Robert Stallworth wasn’t so sure. This was no ordinary criminal they were searching for. This killer was clever and cruel, but most of all, he was evil. Only hell itself could have produced such a monster, and this demon wasn’t going to stop.  He was having too much fun. Only the detective and the killer knew what this psychopath was capable of and what really happened on Johnson Road.

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CLAYTON E. SPRIGGS works as a health care professional in Southeast Louisiana. Married with a son and two stepdaughters, he is an active participant in the Bayou Writer’s Club and a dedicated member of the Who Dat Nation (an avid New Orelans Saints fan). Johnson Road was his first novel.

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Friday, December 2, 2016

A KILLER LOCATION BOOK TOUR


A KILLER LOCATION
By Sarah T. Hobart


A Killer Location:
A Home Sweet Home Mystery 

Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Alibi (November 22, 2016)
ASIN: B01AQNZQB8
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Synopsis

As this captivating cozy mystery series featuring real estate agent Sam Turner continues, a dream home turns into a crime scene when murder intrudes on an open house.
Thanks to a few sales and a self-help book on becoming a super-agent, Sam Turner is well on her way to becoming real estate royalty in Arlinda, her eccentric hometown on the Northern California coast. And after settling into her new house with her teenage son, she’s finally a homeowner, too. Sure, things aren’t perfect—for example, her sister still doesn’t know that Sam is dating her ex, police chief Bernie Aguilar—but perfect is boring. And Sam’s life is never boring.
When Sam’s boss, Everett Sweet, assigns her an open house in Arlinda’s most exclusive neighborhood, she brushes up on her super-agent tips, hoping to wow potential buyers. But there’s nothing in the manual about stumbling upon the owner’s dead body halfway through the tour. When suspicion falls on her boss, Sam and her co-workers are suddenly out of work, their real estate licenses suspended. Now, with her job on the line and a mortgage to pay, Sam will need every trick in the book to clear Everett’s name.
About The Author –

Sarah Hobart is a real estate agent and former newspaper reporter in Northern California, where she lives with her husband and two children in a majestic fixer-upper overlooking State Highway 101.
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