Saturday, July 29, 2017

Spotlight & 3 Book GIVEAWAY of TRUE EAST by Raymond Ahrens

Published July 15th, 2017 by Tasora Books
Paperback, 390 pages
ISBN 1934690864
Katy Givens, thirty and brilliant, learns in a static-filled phone call that her husband Andrew is missing in the Amazon and possibly dead. Although still mourning the death of their infant son, Katy flies to Brazil in search of Andrew, discovering that the man she married has secrets. As the mysteries surrounding Andrew’s disappearance mount, so does the list of shadowy forces benefitting from the recent discovery of oil in the Amazon.

Katy’s field of genetic anthropology proves useful when accounts of the Unnamed Ones, a primitive and possibly pre-human tribe, are rumored to exist in the same valley as the oil reserves. Katy tracks Andrew through the jungle, deciphering riddles he left before disappearing. Along the way, she barters with a Jewish coin merchant, challenges chance with a fortune teller, and argues the merits of prayer with a Jesuit priest, before placing her faith with the indigenous Tadi.


About the Author:
Raymond Ahrens is curious. As a scientist, father, and novelist, he peers under the surface to discover what contradictions lie beneath. His genre of “mythic-realism” synthesizes both the rational and the mythic to arrive at a different way of seeing. His first novel, Drive, explores an old man’s perspective in both a real and imagined world filled with mysteries, myths, and memories. He lives in Newton, MA and Del Ray Beach, FL.

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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

A Crazy Rant Of A Review on Dark Saturday by NICCI FRENCH

Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks (July 11, 2017)

Enter the world of NICCI FRENCH with Dark Saturday, an electrifying, sophisticated psychological thriller about past crimes and present dangers, featuring an unforgettable protagonist...

A decade ago, 18-year-old Hannah Docherty was arrested for the shocking murder of her family. It was an open-and-shut case, and Hannah has been incarcerated in a secure psychiatric hospital ever since.

When psychotherapist Frieda Klein is asked to meet Hannah and give her assessment, she reluctantly agrees. But what she finds horrifies her. Hannah has become a tragic figure, old before her time. And Frieda is haunted by the idea that Hannah might be as much of a victim as her family — that she might, in fact, be innocent.

As Hannah's case takes hold of her, Frieda begins to realize that she's up against someone who will go to any lengths to keep the truth from surfacing — even kill again.

Utterly compelling and enthralling, Dark Saturday speeds readers down a twisting trail of secrets, suspense, and murder.

Let me start by mentioning the number of characters that are in this book is absurd and a lot of them are from previous books in the series some even stem for the first book Blue Monday. Therefore, as a reader, you might get scant to no explanation of whom a character actually is. The plot from what is construed from the blurb is suitably written consequently a nuisance from Frieda's past is thrown into the story which to me the vehemence felt irrelevant and overpowering to the book. Nevertheless, if you are reading this as an ongoing series you might not feel this way.

Additionally, one of my pet peeves is when authors do not execute a finished ending though some closure was achieved volumes were left unsaid as a result I am left wondering what happened to several main characters. Maybe a book that starts with a Sunday will reveal the unknowns? Even though I have been harsh on the book so far it is filled with an abundance of conundrums. Unquestionably a complex whodunit packed with conspiracy, mystery, gore, and just when you think you have it figured out it will twist you one way then spin you another.

This is not meant to be read as a standalone book. If I had started on book one Blue Monday and proceeded forward I perhaps could have established a more favorable impression of the book as a whole. Finally, I did not find this to be a bad book, in fact, I enjoyed a great deal of it, hence the negative issues just trampled upon a slew of good.

OH WAIT! Frieda is only a Psychotherapist, not a Forensic Psychotherapist. Don’t you have to be a Forensic Psychotherapist to work with the police?

Nicci French is the pseudonym of English wife-and-husband team Nicci Gerrard and Sean French. Their acclaimed novels of psychological suspense have sold more than 8 million copies around the world.

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Monday, July 24, 2017

BRANDED AS TROUBLE by Delores Fossen

(A Wrangler's Creek Novel)
Publisher: HQN Books (June 27, 2017)
ISBN-10: 0373802285
Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages

Every town needs a bad boy, and Wrangler's Creek's has been gone far too long…

Getting his high school girlfriend pregnant was just one square in Roman Granger's checkered past, but it changed him forever. When his son's mother skipped town after the birth, Roman decided to do the same, baby Tate in tow, hoping for a fresh start.

Now Roman fears his teenage son is following in his wayward footsteps, so he returns home to Wrangler's Creek, aiming to set him straight. It's there he encounters Tate's cousin Mila Banchini, the good-girl opposite of Roman who's had a crush on him since childhood. The old spark between them undeniably never died, though Roman worries it'll only lead to heartache. But if falling for Mila is such a bad idea, why does everything about holding her feel so right?

That was another reason Roman had told her the truth right from the start. Of course, he was learn­ing that the truth didn’t always keep things as uncomplicated as he wanted. Celibacy didn’t, either. For some reason, women took that as a challenge to test his commitment to it.
He doubted Tiffany Ann would come back, but he locked the door just in case. Tate could use his key to get in when he got home, which should be in less than fifteen minutes. The reason Roman had bought this par­ticular house was because it was just up the street from the middle school. Tate had insisted he’d rather walk than have a sitter drive him to and from school while Roman was at work. His son hated the idea of a sitter.
Actually, Tate hated a lot of things these days.
Roman included.
He took his suitcase to his bedroom, wincing with each move, and he headed straight for the bathroom so he could locate some pain meds. He downed them with water he drank straight from the faucet, stripped and got in the shower.
Hell, he had a fist-size bruise on his lower right stom­ach and another on his chest. He hoped he didn’t have a cracked rib to go along with it. If he did, it served him right. He’d ridden broncos for years and knew better than to get too close to one named Shit-kicker.
His phone was ringing when Roman stepped out of the shower, and he saw his sister’s name on the screen.
Sophie ran the family business, Granger Western, which Roman wanted no part of. That applied to a lot of things when it came to his family. He didn’t want the Granger Ranch, either, even though he legally owned it. And he definitely didn’t want to deal with his mother.
Since Sophie’s call was likely about one of those things—mother, ranch, business—he let it go to voice mail. He’d talk to her later after the pain meds had kicked in and he’d gotten something to eat.
Roman made his way to the kitchen, located some leftover chili in the fridge and went through the mail on the island while he zapped the chili in the microwave. Junk mail, electric bill, junk mail. And his stomach tightened when he spotted the return address on the next envelope that had been sent to his son.
Valerie Banchini.
His old high school girlfriend.
But more importantly, Tate’s mom.
It’d been over six months since she’d communicated with Tate in any way. That had been a birthday card that was four months late. Hell, it hadn’t even been a real birthday card. Valerie had scratched out “Be My Valentine” and scrawled “Happy B’day, Baby” instead. On the inside, she’d lined through “Love, Doug” and written “Mommy loves you!!!!”
Maybe this was an early card to celebrate his four­teenth birthday, which was still weeks away. Or it could be just a “thinking of you” note.
Either way, it would send Tate into a tailspin.
Anything from his mother always did. His son had never come out and said it, but Roman suspected that the meager contact was a reminder for Tate that the only part his mom had had in his life was regifted cards and an occasional phone call. It sucked. And Roman despised her for it.
But not nearly as much as he despised himself.
He should have done better by his son. Should have been able to rewrite the past and give the kid a mother he deserved. Instead, he’d started out Tate’s life in a tangled mess.

USA Today bestselling author, Delores Fossen, has sold over 70 novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received the Booksellers’ Best Award, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award and was a finalist for the prestigious Rita ®. In addition, she’s had nearly a hundred short stories and articles published in national magazines.
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Sunday, July 23, 2017

HUNTED FATE Book Blitz + GIVEAWAY of Clean Teen Publishing Mystery Box (Intl winner would get eBook prizes)

Hunted Fate 
Jennifer Derrick

(Threads of the Moirae, #3)
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: July 24th, 2017
Genres: Mythology, Romance, Young Adult

Alex and Atropos have taken refuge at an abandoned mountain resort compound. Atropos is a wanted woman in hiding, and the downtime with her soul mate is a nice change of pace. But the peace will be short-lived. The authorities are after her for her role in the attack on the city of Charlotte. Zeus has put a bounty on her head. There’s also a war to prepare for—and if she wins, the gods will be deposed once and for all. But first she needs to track down Gaia, and even that won’t be simple. Gaia resides at the bottom of the ocean, and the humans and gods are already hot on Atropos’ trail…
A heart-pounding romantic adventure where Greek mythology and modern-day life collide, Hunted Fate is the third book in the epic Threads of the Moirae series by Jennifer Derrick.

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We fall silent. The birds keep chirping in the trees and a soft breeze rustles the leaves. I’m content with this perfect moment, but aware that the minutes on our bliss are ticking. It’s useless to try to hold on to it.
“Where do we go from here?” I finally ask him.
“Well, I really want to find my dad’s soul and get him settled in the Underworld before things get completely out of hand. I don’t want him wandering around up here when all hell breaks loose.”
I nod. “Good thinking. Since Zeus and the other Olympians can torture a soul, your feelings for your dad will give Zeus powerful leverage over you. If he decides to use it, you could be forced to choose between sparing your dad endless pain and helping me. Best to get your dad under Hades’ protection as soon as possible.”
“Do you think Zeus would do that?” Alex asks.
“I don’t put anything past Zeus, particularly when his power is threatened. Get your dad to the Underworld as fast as you can.”
“You’re coming with me, right?”
I raise his hand to my lips and kiss the back of it, mimicking his earlier gesture. “I want to, but I can’t. I’ve got to find Gaia. We’re proposing to leave her in charge of nature and humanity once the gods are gone. I need to make certain she’s ready for the job. She expressed a desire to take her role back before, but I need to know if anything has changed.
“We also need to know if there’s anything she can do to help us. She doesn’t have physical powers, but she’s incredibly intelligent and observant. She sees and knows everything that happens on this planet. If she has any wisdom to share, we need it,” I say.
Alex nods. “Do you want me to poof you to her before I go hunt for my dad?” he asks.
I shake my head. “You can’t. I promised never to reveal her whereabouts. If you show up, she’ll know I broke that promise and probably withhold her help in retribution.”
“She doesn’t sound like the sweet, old Mother Nature pictured in stories,” Alex says. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with her?”
“I’ll be fine. She can be vindictive, but if you treat her with respect, she’s helpful. It’s only when you cross her that things get ugly.”
“If you’re sure,” he says, doubt in his voice.
“I’m sure. Travel has recovered enough that I can reach her without too much trouble. At least it won’t be a repeat of my journey to find the Amazons,” I say, remembering the creepy boat captains and truck drivers who offered me assistance on that journey.  
“Away from here, Zeus and the other gods can find you. If the humans recognize you, at best they’ll throw you in jail. At worst…” he says, echoing my earlier thoughts about my personal vulnerability.
“Right. Flaming pyres and stoning,” I say. “The good news is they can’t kill me. At least, the humans can’t.”
“Yeah, but they can hurt you. I don’t want to see you hurt. And if Zeus captures you—” He doesn’t have to elaborate on the creative punishments of which Zeus is capable. I’ve seen them all, from tying a man to a rock and letting a bird peck out his ever-regenerating liver to chaining a man to a burning wheel and making him roll through eternity.
I shrug. “It’s a risk I have to take. We’re going to have to go out in the open at some point, so I’d better get good at evasion now.”
“It’s not funny,” Alex says.
“I didn’t say it was. Nothing’s funny about this war. But I’m the only one who can go to Gaia, and we need her help. It’s got to be done.”
“Swear you’ll be careful,” Alex insists.
“I swear. I still have my sword. As someone once told me, I’m pretty badass about using it. I’ll manage.”
“You’d better. You have to come back to me. No matter how much time we have, it’ll never be enough. I’m not ready to lose you,” he says, echoing my earlier thought as if I’d spoken it aloud.
“When will you go?” I ask him.
He sighs. “I could keep putting it off and enjoy more time here with you, but I’d better go soon. Like you said, if Zeus realizes he can torture my dad—” He doesn’t finish the sentence. Doesn’t have to.
I lean in closer to him and tip my face up to his. “Then kiss me and let’s get going. The sooner we accomplish our missions, the sooner we can come back here, together.”
He kisses me, hard and passionate, and I give as good as I get. This isn’t a gentle farewell or lazy kiss of two people who have all the time in the world. This is an attempt to imprint this moment on each other’s memories and to savor what might be our last kiss.
When we pull apart, Alex gives me a wry smile and rests his forehead against mine.
“I won’t say goodbye,” he says.
“Me either.”
He pulls away from me so we are no longer touching, to make sure he doesn’t inadvertently poof me along with him.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, too.”
We stare at each other for a few moments, adding to our precious store of memories, and then he nods once and vanishes. Lyrics from a long-forgotten song drift through my mind. Alone again, naturally.

Jennifer is a freelance writer and novelist. As a freelancer, she writes everything from technical manuals to articles on personal finance and European-style board games. Her interest in storytelling began when she was six and her parents gave her a typewriter for Christmas and agreed to pay her $.01 per page for any stories she churned out. Such a loose payment system naturally led to a lot of story padding. Broken Fate, her first novel, earned her $2.80 from her parents.

Jennifer lives in North Carolina and, when not writing, can often be found reading, trawling the shelves at the library, playing board games, watching sports, camping, running marathons, and playing with her dog. You can visit her at her official