In Her Blood by Janice Jones – Spotlight and Giveaway


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Alex Stone, an ex vampire hunting assassin, is the owner of a hot new clothing company. The only thing she’s killing is her competition – until she gets a phone call from her past.



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She enjoyed seeing those chains of pure silver wrapped around the vampire’s scrawny arms like tattoos. He barely resembled the picture of the old parish priest the Cardinal sent them two weeks ago. His brown skin hung from his bones like an ill-fitting suit. His paunch bounced up and down as he struggled to get loose. It took longer to catch him, much longer than it should have, but all’s well that ends well.

Alex Stone, call-sign Dagger, ran her fingers through her dark hair. Flakes of dried blood and sand fell as she pulled the dirty mess into a ponytail. Benjamin Palmer, Team Commander, snatched her wounded hand back down and tightened the field dressing as he griped at her about how dumb it was to try to catch the sharp end of a knife with her hand. She knew that . . . now.

“Who do you think you are,” he said as he gave the knot one last yank, “Superman?” Ben checked her busted lip with a shake of his head. “That’s gonna hurt like hell till morning.”

Alex just nodded, taking the pills in her good hand and swallowing them with a quick sip of warm water from his canteen.

Under normal circumstances, Alex would be pulled from the field, evaluated and possibly scrubbed from the next assignment for that stunt. But time was running out and this wasn’t normal, not even for the top vampire hunting team in the country.

About the Author:

Being an introvert doesn’t mean you have no voice. It just means you have the ability to communicate in different ways. For new author and champion introvert, Janice Jones, that way is writing. She began by reading anything she could get her hands on, but after college, she found herself in roles that required more business-focused writing than fiction. This didn’t stop her – she continued to create her own stories to feed her passion for the written word.

Honing her skills as a paralegal for several years, Janice continued to feed the beast by spending every spare minute she could creating the world of her first fictional character Alexa Stone. In Her Blood, the first book in the Dagger Chronicles series, will introduce New Adult Fiction readers to the adventures of an ex-assassin and vampire hunter as she returns to the fight after many years of hiding in plain sight.

The idea for In Her Blood came during a rough time in Janice’s life. Overcoming loss can be tough for anyone. For Janice, writing helped her focus and heal. As a tribute to her late sister, she had the opportunity to release a short story entitled “Dancing on a Sunday Afternoon” in 2009. Receiving positive feedback, she continued to write and focus on improving every way she could. Earning a Master’s in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, Janice was encouraged to finish the Dagger Chronicles series and pursue publication. Rejections came, but she never quit. Now, her debut novel will soon have a place next to some of her favorite fiction.

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Books are timeless. Music & Movies: maybe not so much…? by Brian Paone – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Books are timeless. Music & Movies: maybe not so much…?

Books—unlike music or movies—never seem to be dated. My wife made a good point a few days ago when she said that books are truly timeless. Think about it. I grew up listening to a heavy dose of 70s prog rock bands (I still, to this day, will tell you that prog-rock is probably my favorite genre of music, followed closely behind industrial-rock). The soundtrack to my childhood, pre-teen, and high-school years was pretty much exclusively Pink Floyd, Electric Light Orchestra, Genesis, The Who, Rush, Yes, Jethro Tull, Queen, and few others. It wasn’t until recently, and I’m talking within the last few years, that those albums that I loved so much sounded … old. The production, the mastering … the style. It just felt old. This was hard for me to swallow at first. I can’t remember a time in my life where Pink Floyd’s The Wall or Genesis’ The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway or The Who’s Quadrophenia or Electric Light Orchestra’s Face The Music weren’t as much a part of me as wearing pants was. But for the first time, I could see the stains and the fabric being thinner at the knees. These albums might be classic, but I’m not sure anymore that they are timeless.

Film. I watched the movies Soylent Green and And Justice For All for the very first time last month. I know, I’m late to the party. And for the first time, a movie from the 70s felt … old. Maybe it’s because I didn’t see it decades ago, or grew up with it. Some other films from that era like Star Wars, Rocky, Jaws, A Clockwork Orange, and The Godfather don’t feel that old. Maybe it’s because I grew up on a steady diet of these films, so it’s hard to see them as an adult. But I can’t imagine Solyent Green is the only film to look like that. I wonder how Papillon would look if I watched it for the first time now. Again, they might classic movies … but they don’t feel timeless anymore.

Books, on the other hand, don’t ever get old. Someone could pick up Stephen King’s Carrie and read it today for the very first time, and it won’t feel like it’s from the mid-70s. Someone who watches Carrie for the first time, will have a hard time getting past the hairdos and quality of the film stock. The book is timeless. It seems that writing a book might be one of the only ways to be immortalized, never aging a single day from its release.

New bands are constantly covering older songs … we live in an age when there is a reboot or remake on almost every movie that was made between 1975 – 1995. But yet, new movies are still being made based on books that were written over a hundred years ago. Timeless. It would be interesting to see someone 200 years from now listen to Yes’ Fragile album for the first time, then watch Blade Runner for the first time, and then read Ken Follet’s Pillars of the Earth for the first time, and have them try to date which era each came from. I can guarantee that the book will be furthest from the correct release era.

MediaKit_BookCover_YoursTrulyJeff Blue-the victim of a time-travel conspiracy-wakes up trapped in the year 2095. The only familiar face is J0; a robotic copy of the wife he left behind in 1981. But can she be trusted?

J0 could be the only key to unlock Jeff’s journey home, but it will require her to do something against her programming-something human.

During Jeff’s perilous journey through the future, he will have to discover the truth about J0’s origins, and solve the mystery behind how he wound up in 2095, in order to uncover the reality of his own destiny.

Armed with a one-way ticket to the moon, Jeff must race against the clock to seize what might be his last chance to return home to his time. A time without hover cars, Justice Computers, or TeleSkins-a time over one hundred years ago.

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J0 stepped aside and finally let me approach the table.

“Oh, no. Not Susan. Oh, God.”

Her face was turned away from the door. She was completely finished from her waist to her head, but there was nothing below her hips. It was as if someone had started building her and just stopped. There were loose wires and metal sticking out of her pelvis, giving the impression that she had been ripped in half and not in the process of being constructed.

My eyes kept returning to the dangling red and blue wires. I thought that they looked like severed veins.

“What is this place?” I screamed.

“Looks like the Man-Delay project was thriving well beyond my knowledge,” J0 said.

“It’s sick, and it’s evil. Who was trying to duplicate her?”

“Probably Junior.”

“Why isn’t she finished? All of the other Man-Delays are just hanging on the walls like marionettes. My poor little Bluebird is unfinished with only half a body. Cruel mother—”

“It’s not really her,” J0 said, grabbing my shoulder for comfort.

I collapsed into J1’s synthetic body.

“But it is. Look at her. She’s perfect from the top of her head to her waist. That’s my little girl!” I yelled, sobbing.

“No, it’s not. That is a copy. Like I am a copy of Julie. It isn’t your little girl. Your little girl is safe in heaven. This is just a pile of wires and metal. She’ll never know what it feels like to cry at the lions at the zoo or to cry when it’s time to take a nap, because she’s not your Bluebird.”

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_YoursTrulyBrian Paone was born and raised in the Salem, Massachusetts area. An award winning author, his love of writing began through the medium of short stories at the young age of twelve. After almost 20 years of consistently writing short stories for only his friends and family to read, Brian’s first full-length novel, a personal memoir about his friendship with a rock-star drug addict entitled, “Dreams Are Unfinished Thoughts,” was published in 2007. Brian’s second novel, “Welcome to Parkview,” was published in 2010 and is a macabre journey through a cerebral-horror landscape. Brian’s latest novel, “Yours Truly, 2095,” was published in 2015 and follows a man who wakes up one morning, trapped in the future, to discover he’s been the victim of a time-travel conspiracy. Brian is married and has 3 children. Brian’s wife is an Officer in the US Navy. He is also a self-proclaimed roller coaster junkie, and his favorite color is burnt-orange.

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Future Winds by Kevin Laymon – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_FutureWindsSet in a science fiction setting with elements of twisted horror, Future Winds is a strange yet wondrous tale of species self preservation and the all out moral cost of survival. Forced to leave earth, humanity discovers a planet capable of supporting life and hatches an audacious plan that will warp them across the universe to settle and begin anew. There is a darkness that resides below the planet’s surface, but with no option to turn back, humanity must find a way forward.

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Here we have two brothers who are being transported to their new home. They are nervous and afraid.

Ness wasn’t sure of the correct answer, so he lied. Way he saw it, he had a fifty/fifty shot of getting it right anyway. “Na, we aren’t slaves Lucas. You think Ma would have let us get on this ship if that were the case?”

The younger boy began to quietly weep. “I miss Mom,” he reminded his older brother, just as he had the day before and the day before that.

“Yea me too buddy, but we will see her soon.” Ness lied once more.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_FutureWindsMy name is Kevin Laymon. My passions are space exploration, music, sailing, snowboarding, wildlife, and of course writing. I have been writing for some time but the focus has been primarily on short stories and dark poems strictly for personal use. Future Winds is the first of a handful of novels I am working on for publication. I grew up in upstate New York and have lived up and down the east coast. New York is a location that holds a very special place in my heart. After working a wide range of jobs that I hated for far too long, Sara my significant other, and I decided earlier in 2015 to make some dramatic changes and travel. We scraped together some cash, I quit my job, and we moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico where we live a libertarian life as vegetarians. We share our desertscape living quarters with an aquatic turtle named Taz and a rabbit named BunBear. On October 9th 2015 Sara & I got married in Las Vegas, Nevada. The sunshine in New Mexico has helped immensely in illuminating a greater perspective as to who I am and what I was placed on this planet to do; that is to teach and inspire. I have a hunger to awaken humanity so that we may break away from our programed way of thinking. Our minds are powerful and I encourage everyone to open them up, exercise them, and tap into the potential I know every living man woman and child has. Though my stories at times can be very dark there is a reason for everything I do. Perspective, perception, and relativity are everything in the world of literature.

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Hidden by Amy McKinley – Q&A and Giveaway

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Welcome Amy McKinley to Long and Short Reviews as she stops by to answer a few random questions. Amy, what would we find under your bed?

Dust? (hopefully not) :-)

Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?

Yes, I definitely listen to music while I write. It fades into the background and aids in creativity. I can write without it but prefer to have it playing.

I have several playlists and I change them depending on what scene I’m writing. If it’s an action scene with lots of fighting then I may have something heavy with a lot of angst. For some of the love scenes, I was listening to “Where Have You Been” by Rhianna, or “Dance Again” by Jennifer Lopez. I feel like Rhianna’s song really encompasses Jade and Roen.

It truly varies: Fall Out Boy, Bastille, Imagine Dragons, Meghan Trainor, Maroon 5, Muse, Eminem, among others.

What is something you’d like to accomplish in your writing career next year?

I’d definitely like to finish another book or two in the Five Fates Series. I have a few more that have been percolating that are not in the series. That’s tough because I want to dive into them all, but I find it hard to pull myself away from the next books in the Fates series.

How long did it take you to write this book?

I feel like I’ve been writing this book for years! But really, I think I’ve been revising it for a very long time. It probably took me close to a year to write it as it’s my first novel, but I’m not entirely sure. Now revisions…that’s another story!

MediaKit_BookCover_HiddenCursed since birth, hunted by gods, and desperate for love—Jade never stood a chance.

Half-demon, half-goddess, Jade’s fate makes her a pawn in an epic battle among the gods. Hidden on Earth with her sisters, she successfully avoids the Oneiroi—the dream gods—bent on her destruction until the prophecy, long dormant, awakens a dark shadow within her.

Roen, a reclusive Worr demon known for his battles against the Oneiroi, is called to protect Jade. Together they must unlock their mysterious connection and find a way to beat back destiny. Can she outsmart the prophecy, change her fate, and find love—even when she learns who is connected to her destruction?

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Jade froze, her paintbrush hanging mid-air above her palette. An eerie, surreal frame was cast as light streamed diagonally through the bay window.

Whispers seduced and coerced.

She scanned the entire painting. The buildings cast long, ominous shadows, stalking the pedestrians as they made their way to and fro, huddled against the misery of the evening. A man lay sprawled, his lifeblood staining the sidewalk crimson. Half in a deserted alley, he was yet to be discovered. This was the detail Jade concentrated on. She blended a burnt red and used careful brush strokes to complete the scene as the portrait fell prey to the darkness that burned inside her.

Without meaning to, her gaze was once again drawn to the slain man. She reached up and touched the blood seeping from his body, coming away wet. Bringing her hand to her nose she closed her eyes and inhaled.

Instead of the cloying scent of her oils, she inhaled the coppery smell of blood.

Stunned, her mouth parted on a silent scream. No! Darkness bubbled to the surface, invading her senses with a roar. Unable to fight the invasion, her heart beat an increasing crescendo. Part of her didn’t want to struggle, not with the temptation of death on her hand.

Deep inside, a macabre shadow stretched. Hungry for more, its long arms clawed for purchase with each breath. Changing her, as part of her argued for the better. The other part—the one that gloried in her fire-kissed hair and shimmering eyes—cried against this crime and screamed for redemption.

She crouched to welcome the demonic strength as the parasitic monster grew inside her. Evolving into a fierce predator, she was able to taste, weigh, and measure the souls who sifted through her fingers.

Still, she fought for space in her own body. For control.

But with the scent of blood, of death, of prey—she was losing fast. It’s happening. Unshed tears burned her eyes. Finally. The curse of the three Fates had begun. With her.

Slowly Jade stood and bit down on her lip and welcomed the pain. The distraction would help fight the transformation. Dipping the brush into the Caribbean blue, she swirled then began to paint a shimmering cove. The vision soothed the beast that lurked just beneath, but it was temporary, and Jade knew its evil would soon rebel. The Fates’ curse would change her over time, unleashing an unstoppable power within her, annihilating the gods who created her and anyone who got in her path.

Including her family.

Dropping the blue-tipped brush, Jade’s back snapped straight and her mouth opened on silent scream. Succumbing to a surge of menace, she lost control. Every cell stretched to accommodate the new presence. Shivering from the effects of her altered state, she briefly shut her eyes, adjusting. When she opened them, her painting was before her, and she viewed the scene anew. Cocking her head, she closely observed a woman who tightly clutched her rain slicker about her body.

This one will not make it home tonight.

About the Author: Amy McKinley is a freelance writer and author. She lives in Illinois with her husband, their four talented teenagers, and three mischievous cats. Her debut novel, Hidden is the first in the Five Fates Series.

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The Santa Claus Man by Alex Palmer – Spotlight and Giveaway


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palmer3.inddBefore the charismatic John Duval Gluck, Jr. came along, letters from New York City children to Santa Claus were destroyed, unopened, by the U.S. Post Office. Gluck saw an opportunity, and created the Santa Claus Association. The effort delighted the public, and for 15 years money and gifts flowed to the only group authorized to answer Santa’s mail. Gluck became a Jazz Age celebrity, rubbing shoulders with the era’s movie stars and politicians, and even planned to erect a vast Santa Claus monument in the center of Manhattan — until Gotham’s crusading charity commissioner discovered some dark secrets in Santa’s workshop.

The rise and fall of the Santa Claus Association is a caper both heartwarming and hardboiled, involving stolen art, phony Boy Scouts, a kidnapping, pursuit by the FBI, a Coney Island bullfight, and above all, the thrills and dangers of a wild imagination. It’s also the larger story of how Christmas became the extravagant holiday we celebrate today, from Santa’s early beginnings in New York to the country’s first citywide Christmas tree and Macy’s first grand holiday parade. The Santa Claus Man is a holiday tale with a dark underbelly, and an essential read for lovers of Christmas stories, true crime, and New York City history.

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It’s impossible to say who wrote the first Santa letter, but it was almost certainly from the mythical saint, not to him.

From the earliest conception of Santa Claus in the United States, parents used the voice of St. Nicholas as a means of providing advice and encouraging good behavior in their children. The earliest reference to a Santa letter in America that I could find came from Theodore Ledyard Cuyler, recalling his childhood in 1820s Western New York when he “once received an autograph letter from Santa Claus, full of good counsels.”

Fanny Longfellow (wife of poet Henry Wadsworth) regularly wrote her children Santa letters, commenting on their behavior over the preceding year. “I am sorry I sometimes hear you are not so kind to your little brother as I wish you were,” she wrote to her son Charley on Christmas Eve 1851.

Soon enough, children started writing back, generally placing their letters on the fireplace, where they believed smoke would transport the message to St. Nick.

By the 1870s, scattered reports appeared of the receipt of Santa letters by local post offices. But with no actual fur-coated toymaker to receive his mail, each January, the department destroyed them.

It was a depressing business. But, officials asked, if mailmen began delivering Santa’s letters, to which other fictional characters would mail be shuttled?

In the face of negative publicity, however, New York City’s postmaster finally relented. Every year, for the entire month of December, any approved organization could answer Santa’s mail. No one volunteered. Then, in 1913, just as the Post Office was about to give up, a man named John Duval Gluck stepped forward. He’d be Santa Claus.

He was also a con artist.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_TheSantaClausManAlex Palmer is the author of The Santa Claus Man: The Rise and Fall of a Jazz Age Con Man and the Invention of Christmas in New York, called “required reading” by the New York Post and “highly readable” by Publishers Weekly.

It tells the history of Christmas in America through the true-crime tale of a Jazz Age hustler who founded an organization to answer children’s Santa letters — and fuel his own dark dreams. Palmer curated an exhibit about this Santa Claus Association for Brooklyn’s City Reliquary Museum, earning attention from the Village Voice, Time Out New York, and inspiring a memorable segment on WNYC.

The son of two teachers, Palmer’s love of learning and sharing surprising stories behind familiar subjects has led him to become a secret-history sleuth. In addition to The Santa Claus Man, he is the author of Weird-o-pedia: The Ultimate Collection of Surprising, Strange, and Incredibly Bizarre Facts About (Supposedly) Ordinary Things, published in 2012 by Skyhorse Publishing. it offers up a wealth of unexpected facts of familiar things. His first book, Literary Miscellany: Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Literature, takes a look at some of the more colorful aspects of great writers and their works, and was published in 2010 by Skyhorse.

He is a full-time freelance journalist whose work has appeared in Slate, Rhapsody, Smithsonian, Vulture, the New York Daily News, Publishers Weekly, and The Rumpus, among others.

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Songs and Stories by Taryn Kincaid – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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I may be a Capricorn like my HER CAPTAIN hero, Slate Claybourne…but I’m easily distracted—not exactly a Capricorn trait. Maybe it’s all the coffee I consume. Or maybe it’s just my “Oh, look, shiny” squirrely nature. Or my innate ability to procrastinate so when I finally have a block of time to glue butt to chair and write, Facebook’s Mahjong Trails and Bubble Witch Saga 2 call my name in their screechy loud voices.

But, unlike a great many writers and authors, I absolutely cannot have a playlist going when I’m trying to write. Although I can’t carry a tune in a canvas tote bag, I tend to sing along. And if I’m singing along, I tend to type lyrics rather than new, fresh manuscript words. And I also tend to get distracting ideas for other stories from them.

When I’m driving in the car now (a place where, oddly enough, a lot of my plot bunnies pop up and scamper around), I mainly listen to the news these days. But I used to listen to all kinds of music. Country music always seems to tell a story. Really old school 50s/60s-style rock, along the lines of Leader of the Pack or Teen Angel, always told stories. Sometimes I’d get really visceral reactions to the musical story songs, especially poignant ballady-type songs.

Not sure how I happened to hit on the video of Billy Joel’s song Downeaster Alexa one random day. But it’s the type of song guaranteed to make me feel all sorts of squishy inside. After seeing the video, I couldn’t shake the hazy, vague outline of a struggling fisherman-type character from my head. He was always there in the background back burners of my mind, but never quite took shape. Check out the video yourself:

Until Slate came along. All I knew was that he had to be a Capricorn, for the Tempting Signs series, and that the story would release during Capricorn time, December-January. (The actual release date is December 15!) Since Cappies are earth signs, I wanted to reflect that in his name, Slate. Born of clay. Playing further on Capricorn, I wanted to make him a captain of some sort. And the Billy Joel song popped back into my head. “Downeaster,” which was actually the boat in the song and video, became “nor’easter,” a huge winter storm. I thought of some of huge nor’easters that have lashed the east coast in recent years, particularly wreaking havoc on island/coastal communities and knew I had to have a Cape Cod/Nantucket sort of setting. Pieberry Island was born. And then, when my publisher hit on the title, HER CAPTAIN, somehow Slate morphed into an ex-Navy SEAL, returning to his hometown and what he hoped would be a quieter life than he’d known in the service, and his heroine, the irrepressible Aries Holly Harper, became his former commander’s daughter.

Things don’t always fall into place together from so many crazy patchwork pieces. But when they do, it’s so much fun! Putting Slate and Holly together turned out to be combustible. Someone should write a song about them.

MediaKit_BookCover_HerCaptainCapricorn Slate Claybourne, an ex-SEAL, returns to his bucolic hometown on Pieberry Island, desperate for the mundane, everyday routines he once wanted to escape.

A broken, soul dead man unable to be around people, Slate doesn’t count on the arrival of animated Aries Holly Harper, who storms the island set on turning decrepit Pieberry House into a tourist inn, and even more determined to yank Slate back into the land of the living.

First she crashes into him at the island’s holiday Winter Festival, dumping a towering stack of pies at his feet. Then she drags him off to a fortune teller. Except for the sizzling attraction smoldering between them, they’re incompatible in every way.


Yin meet yang. Night meet day. Mutable force meet immoveable object.

Every one of Holly’s most compulsive, impulsive brain waves fluttered like a hummingbird wing. Slate Claybourne affected her like the aftershock of an earthquake. Abuzz with excited tremors, she didn’t know whether to leap into his arms and climb him or run screaming away in the other direction.

Oh, yes, you do know, girlie-girl, one of the imps on her shoulder crooned.

Danger, danger, Will Robinson, the imp on the other shoulder screamed in warning protest.

Why had her father told her to search out the former SEAL? The “if you’re reading this” letter he’d sent—not to be opened until she’d met Captain Claybourne—burned a hole beneath her pillow at Pieberry House, still unopened and unread. Had Dad thought the infamous Sand Shark would protect her from her string of notoriously bad choices?
Just looking at the ripped and cut former SEAL in the flesh made her stupid and silly and all but dissolved the remnants of her filter, always fragile during the most mundane of times and less than a wisp of thread now.

“So how about you help me get what’s left of these back to Pieberry House, Captain? And we take it from there?”

His square, sharp-edged jaw solidified like frozen iron, so rigid over his clenched teeth, a muscle ticked in his cheek. She almost laughed at his stunned expression, his cold, gunmetal- gray eyes unblinking, his brows zooming skyward like tarnished McDonald’s arches. Except that the face in question devastated her. If she’d thought him ruggedly handsome in the photos her dad had sent home, the giant, live-action figure totally stole her breath away, turned her knees to jelly, and melted her core. Hell, in another second, she’d be coughing and wheezing, trying to draw in a sip of the sustaining oxygen the hot-as-sin SEAL all but sucked out of the surrounding atmosphere. Jeez Louise. Raw, overpowering masculinity poured off him in waves.

Yet, the smiling face she’d often drooled over in pictures had disappeared. Did the grim man before her smile at all anymore? His sharp eyes seemed haunted in a profound way, his stares hyper-vigilant and unwavering…focused on her but, at the same time, a million miles away. She detected no humor dancing in them at all, despite the comical barbs they’d traded over the smashed pies. Hell knew bottomless grief gripped her still from time to time, wringing tears from her when she least expected the reminders of her loss. But whatever embroiled Slate seemed worse, as if he’d slipped into a dark crevice of endless, dismal eternity and couldn’t find his way back.

I need to fix him. I have to.

Yeah, and good luck with that, girlie-girl.

The dueling imps on her shoulders clamored again, and she batted them away with a flip of her hair to still their strident voices.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_HerCaptainTaryn Kincaid writes paranormal, historical romance and contemporary romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark. She enjoys pinching and tickling words to make them dance. Her latest, RAIN, a post-apocalyptic retelling of Sleeping Beauty, is out now from Decadent Publishing. HER CAPTAIN, a Tempting Signs romance (Capricorn) from Fated Desires Publishing, will release in December, 2015. HER CAPTAIN is available for Pre-Order now!

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Flicker by Courtney Houston – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_FlickerMy name is Catalina Franklin. And I should be dead.

When Death called my number, sending one of her Guides to take my soul, she didn’t count on one thing. The Guide she sent – He was made for me, and I for him. Pulling me back from the arms of Death, Telor changed my fate – and his. Now we’re left with the question of not only how he’s still here, but why. Will we get the answers we need? Or will Death find us first? Only time will tell…but ours is quickly running out.

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Every part of me wanted to materialize right in front of her, to take her in my arms and hold her close. That was the type of self-serving bastard that I was. Was, I was that man. I could be different now. She made me want to be different.

“I can’t remember you. I’m trying, but I can’t. I don’t know how to explain it, but I know there is a you, whatever that means. I can feel this abstract idea of a you.” She wiped angry tears from her face and took a deep breath, releasing it in a puff of smoke and wrapping her arms around herself to help ward off the cold.

“Go in the house, crazy girl,” I said aloud. “You’ll catch your death out here.”

Her eyes traveled over me, feeling rather than seeing me.

“Good, God.” She rubbed her eyes roughly with the heel of her hands and let out a cry of frustration. “Look at me, standing in my backyard, talking to the wind. I’m going crazy. I’m really going crazy. Now, I’m talking to myself.”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, my lips tilted upward into a small smile. Wanting to soothe her obvious pain, I made a split-second decision. I stood and walked toward her so we were standing face to face, her hot breath exhaling onto my face. I wanted to embrace her and hold her in my arms.

“You’re not crazy,” I told her, sliding my knuckles down the side of her face, taking pleasure in the way she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_FlickerCourtney lives in Kentucky with her husband (Mr. Houston), her two boys (Emmett and Ellis), her two cats (Polly and Jed) and her 3 chickens. Legal Assistant by day and writer by night, Courtney enjoys pancakes, coffee, wine and the number 26. She’s a Leo, at least that’s what the tattoo on her back says.

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Peace, Love, and a Dead Hippie Chick by N.R. Leigh

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Peace, Love and a Dead Hippie Chick Character Interview by N.R. Leigh

I first wrote my debut novel Peace, Love and a Dead Hippie Chick as a screenplay in 2009 titled Run Away Girls. Dabbling in Indie film production at the time, I was trying to get a feel for the behind the scenes process in an effort to hone my screen writing. After I finished the script, I optioned it to several producers—all who encouraged me to adapt it into a novel—to further develop the cast of colorful characters. Here are some character interview questions from author Marcel Proust, which I used to get inside the three Hippie Chicks’ heads…


What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Kara: Living unencumbered by others ideals and judgments, with a family that I love.

What is your current state of mind?
Kara: Scared, in defensive mode, and constantly on the move.

What is your greatest fear?
Kara: Being a slave to others’ wants and desires. Being forced to do something I refuse.

What is your greatest regret?
Kara: Letting him get into the car on New Year’s Eve.


What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Amy: Graduating high school a half year early so I could take over Angel Wings Cleaning Service for Mama until her back heals up.

What’s your most treasured possession?
Amy: My Bible.

Which talent would you most like to have?
Amy: At this point I’d take any, but if I had to choose, it would be the ability to talk to God.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Amy: I haven’t had a true love yet, but I’m hoping it will be Jimmy!


What is your greatest extravagance?
Natasha: Walking away from the privilege I was born into. I could have anything that money could buy, but all I wanted was what it couldn’t: my escape.

What is your most marked characteristic?
Natasha: I guess others would say my beauty.

What do you most value in your friends?
Natasha: The ability to let loose and explore.

What is the quality you most like in a man?
Natasha: There are too many to list…

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Natasha: Prudence.

Ultimately, I’m happy I took the producers’ advice and got to know the Hippie Chicks deeper than the screenplay would allow. I plan to option the novel again in the near future. There’s plenty of talk and criticism in Hollywood about the lack of leading roles for women. I could see AnnaSophia Robb as Amy, Dakota Johnson as Kara, and Odeya Rush as Natasha. Not to mention the three supporting male characters Jimmy, Rock-n-Roll, and Ian who would be a dream to cast; and the multiple villains who would not.

MediaKit_BookCover_PeaceLoveAndADeadHippieChickPeace, Love, and a Dead Hippie Chick follows the intertwining journeys of three young women in the mid-1990s who go on the road and off the grid, and leave their worlds behind. Each woman falls into a dangerous subculture of sex, drugs, and rock and roll in an attempt to attain her own sense of peace, love, and freedom.

KARA, a middle-class Midwestern girl, flees her painful past after a tragic accident claims a loved one, only to learn—after a violent attack—that there’s no safety among friends or strangers. Survival rests in her hands alone as she escapes into the wilderness of New Mexico.

NATASHA, born into privilege, rebels against her family’s expectations as she follows the Grateful Dead concert tour circuit, selling contraband and exploring her sexual freedom.

AMY, an impoverished Southern belle, becomes love-struck when an exotic drifter passes through town, deciding to leave home and follow him.

This intricately interwoven coming-of-age tale delves into the connection between strangers and the premise that the grand orchestration of life goes well beyond chance.

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Friday, April 13, 2012
Eighteen Years Later

I’ve heard it said that Volkswagen buses choose their owners and not the other way around. Some believe they’re engineered and built with a secret mojo that allows this to be true. Ask anyone who’s ever owned one, and they’ll tell you it’s so. I wonder whom this one chose. During my entire life, it’s been sitting like a convict on death row, imprisoned in the rear corner of our jungle property next to our dog Parker’s grave—over eighteen years now, grass growing over its wheel wells and tropical foliage climbing onto the windshield, awaiting execution by vegetation. I hadn’t paid much attention to it until this morning. My parents had never spoken of it.


Daylight broke through the fronds of the areca palms as I stepped onto the sod—the lawn was wet with morning dew—and began to dribble my soccer ball along the length of it. I drilled the ball, sending it sailing across the yard and directly onto the van’s back door, popping it open. Cursing my crooked instep kick, I pushed through the tangled waist–‐‑deep flora in an attempt to close the hatch but climbed inside out of curiosity. The license plate reads New Mexico, Land of Enchantment. Although born in Arizona, I’ve never technically set foot in the United States. We moved here when I was an infant.

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_PeaceLoveAndADeadHippieChickN.R. Leigh began her writing career in 2007 as a featured columnist for the guerrilla newspaper The Uncommon Sense. She since has written books as an expert on personal health and wellness under the pseudonym Nicci Leigh.

She was inspired to write her debut novel, Peace, Love, and a Dead Hippie Chick, by a conversation with a friend, who described a newspaper article regarding the events that surrounded a group of hippies’ visit to her small town and the havoc they caused. This crazy, fascinating account, coupled with N.R.’s experiences traveling the United States in her early 20s, gave birth to her story.

N.R. has a background in education and teaches aesthetics, yoga, Reiki, and related holistic modalities. Born and raised in Flint, Michigan, she currently lives in a rural coastal community in southwest Florida with her family and their Australian Kelpie, Sydney, who believes she’s a Tasmainian Devil.

N.R is inspired by funny people and those who create positive change and peace. Her friends and family describe her as driven, strong, silly, and independent. Something most people don’t know about her is that, at age eighteen, she aided police in the capture of a team of bank robbers.

N.R. is working on her first fiction series, Imagine Yasmin.

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The War Between our Government and Hackers by DS Kane – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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The war between our government and hackers

I was a hacker long ago. I worked for a group within the United Sates government. Some of my friends are white hat hackers. Now, I write the Spies Lie series of Amazon bestselling technothriller espionage novels. The characters in my books are traditional spies, hackers, mercenaries and politicians. Sort of a typical day in any nation’s capital.

While white hat hackers try to keep us safe by determining if there are flaws in the software we use, there are also black hats who exploit those flaws for their own economic benefit, stealing identities and selling them wholesale. The NSA’s charter calls for them to protect the data of American businesses, government entities and individuals. On this, they continue to fail miserably, instead searching the data of Americans without any warrant to do so… a violation of law and individual rights to privacy.

Last week the United States Senate passed the Cybersecurity Information Sharing Act (CISA), which faces vehement opposition from leading tech companies and privacy advocates. Apple, Twitter, LinkedIn, Microsoft, Google, Dropbox, Salesforce and others. This bill will not in any significant way make anyone’s identity safe and won’t protect American businesses or make them more secure. In fact, it offers black hat hackers a larger target than they had before.

An article on this bill states that “the bill works so hard to encourage companies to share information with the government that it cuts corners on privacy, oversight and legal accountability. One major concern is that when companies share information on threats—such as an email that was part of a phishing attack or a file infected with malware—those files could contain customers’ personal data. Normally, the government would have to go to court to get a warrant to access this kind of private information. But under the Senate bill, the companies would be absolved of any liability for sharing this private information with law enforcement agencies.” (

If passed by the full Congress, you can expect that hackers will focus on government agencies that receive data dumps from corporations, resulting in more Americans having their identities stolen. I expect that the next step will target white hat hackers and make them criminals.

Over 200 million Americans have suffered identity theft. When my identity and my wife’s were stolen, it cost us about $10,000 in legal fees to convince the IRS we weren’t terrorists. I hacked enough data bases to find the black hat thief and he’s now in prison. My brother’s identity was also stolen, directly from the IRS. Our government has no clue how to prevent this. White hat hackers are sitting on the scrimmage line, our best defense.

Will your identity be stolen next, or has it already been stolen?


She spied for her country, blackmailed her president, and ran from more threats than she can remember. But when the love of her life proposes, covert agent Cassandra Sashakovich is finally ready to settle down. Unfortunately her past is not quite ready to let her walk away.

Old enemies—including a vengeful president—want her dead, and they’re willing to attack her loved ones, including her adopted teenage daughter, if that’s what it takes.

But Cassandra has other pressing problems—a world leader is assassinated and an arm dealer’s revenge threatens to lead to nuclear war. Now Cassandra and her security firm, Swiftshadow must defuse the threats and find a way to outmaneuver those who threaten not only her family, but her country as well.

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Lee Ainsley, her boyfriend, knelt, holding up the tiny ring with its miniature diamond in his hand, offering it to her. He seemed to sense the tsunami of emotions overpowering her. Feelings mixed with logic, pointing in every direction away from what she truly wanted.

He grinned slyly, like a child who’d waited too long for Christmas. “What’s your answer? Cassandra Sashakovich, I’m hopelessly in love with you. Please marry me.”

Her eyes had popped wide open the first time he asked. Now, she tried to speak but her lips wouldn’t move.

She’d shown him her heart, her only private place where thought had no currency.

She forced herself to moisten her lips through the pain, preparing to speak. The voice inside her head told her not to try and sort all of it out before she answered him.

Time to feel? Time to think?

She realized there wasn’t time to sort this out properly. Cassie tried thinking anyway, since—for her—thinking always happened before any action. She wondered what she really wanted. Of course she wanted Lee. And the voice in the back of her head stated bluntly that having Lee would be dangerous for him. She wasn’t safe. No one with her could ever be safe.

Now, what she had originally dreamed of, being wanted and loved by an intelligent, good-looking man, was about to become her dream come true. But Lee had been targeted for death because of her. Accepting his proposal would only exaggerate his peril. And, Ann, her adopted daughter would be at greater risk with both her and Lee as choke points. Furthermore, it would be so much easier for any enemies of Cassie to use her family as leverage against her. Yet, if she declined, she’d acknowledge that her enemies had succeeded in destroying her life.

Cassie sighed. It was a lose-lose situation.

Her heart leaped at the sight of the miniscule ring. Where had he bought it? When had he had time? It had to have been just before he was picked up by the FBI and taken to Guantanamo Bay; it was so small that he’d probably bought it the day after they’d left the Israeli embassy in Washington, DC.

Cassie realized, ohmigod, he’s been planning this for months.

She heard Ann tiptoe down the stairs. She saw the teen’s reflection, watching from just beyond the kitchen doors, facing Cassie’s back. Ann’s ragged hair had been dyed back to its natural mousy brown, from the purple and pink she’d colored it to disguise herself when she ran from a Saudi assassin weeks ago. Ann held Gizmo, their small, black kitten in her arms. She smiled. “Do it, mom,” she whispered.

Time to choose.

About the Author:

DS Kane worked in the field of covert intelligence for over a decade. During that time, his cover was his real name, and he was on the faculty of NYU’s Stern Graduate School of Business. He traveled globally for clients including government and military agencies, the largest banks, and Fortune 100 corporations, and while in-country, he did side jobs for the government. One of the banks DS Kane investigated housed the banking assets of many of the world’s intelligence agencies and secret police forces, including the CIA and NSA. Much of his work product was pure but believable fiction, lies he told, and truths he concealed. Secrets that–if revealed–might have gotten him killed. When his cover got blown, he fled the field and moved 3,000 miles.

Now, DS Kane is a former spy, still writing fiction. Through his novels, he exposes the way intelligence agencies craft fiction for sale to sway their countries and manipulate their national policy, driving countries into dangerous conflicts.

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Crushing on Mike by Dina Keratisis – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Crushing on Mike

Like a whole bunch of you, I fall in love with fictional heroes. Literary crushes come and go. For example, Kisten from Dead Witch Walking. Hareton Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights and my constant lover, Sirius Black. And although I know them as roommates at this point, I crush on my own creations. Rune from Cake, A Fairy Tale still makes me swoon and I blush when I think about Jabe from Charlesgate. If you write romance, you do fall a little in love with your characters. Yet my crush on Michael Sullivan, a minor character from Charlesgate, took me by surprise.

Mike is quiet. He waits, arms crossed, leaning against a wall, hidden in shadows, those blue eyes taking everything in. At the end of Charlegate, Mike didn’t know what he wanted but he was quite sure that I was not going on to the next book without him. He did not want to be forgotten.

And who could forget him, really? Quiet, certainly, but not shy, Mike is gorgeous, intelligent, has a great sense of humor, and is ready for anything. So he packs his Harley and heads off to Santa Cruz, mainly because his vessel to the great white page – ahem, me – could not get enough of that old Boardwalk. So we have a character and a setting but no story.

About the same time that Mike became a tenant in my mind, a catchy bluegrass song kept two-stepping through my noggin. Over and over and over again.

“Blue Lightning” is a great song. My husband and I used it for our wedding dance and it’s all the more special to me because our friend Bow Thayer wrote it. As our marriage neared, I was listening to the song so much that “Blue Lightning” became a muse for Kicking Sideways.

The song, my interpretation of it anyway, is a condensed romance novel about a man who travels all around the country only to wind up right back from where he started–right back into his girl’s arms. There’s a great metaphor of a mule running up and down, kicking sideways at nothing. Or at fate. Or maybe even at a ghost. Who knows? The point is the mule gets nowhere, but the man luckily finds happiness by the end of the song.

In Kicking Sideways, Bow’s mule turned into a human character, the heroine, Lucretia Cabot. Cree is a stubborn, capable, brave woman who tries to fix the world so she doesn’t have to face her own depression. She has a mule, too. His name is Crumble. And although Mike will try to help her, like the hero in the song, Lucretia will have to figure out how to save herself, even while she falls in love with Mike.

I hope you love him as much as Cree and I do.


MediaKit_BookCover_KickingSidewaysLucretia “Cree” Cabot spends her time saving everybody else to avoid facing her own haunted life. Between raising her younger brother and trying to open a women’s shelter, Cree has built an impenetrable wall around her heart. But when a tenant for Cliff Cottage appears at her door, he cracks her vigilantly controlled world, forcing her to look within to confront the emptiness inside.

Mike Sullivan, famous superhero artist, is searching for a peaceful summer break and a new perspective on life. A farm in sunny Santa Cruz seems like just the place. Looking to escape from his usual routine, he doesn’t count on falling for a woman who is as stubborn as the mule that lives in her barn. Yet beneath Cree’s prickly exterior, he finds a woman in pain—a woman with an immense capacity for love. Mike knows she is the only one for him, but will Cree find the courage to truly live and love before the best thing to walk into her life leaves her behind?

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Cree looked at him blankly, her eyes a dull blade. “I just want it to be perfect for them. I want their bedrooms to be fresh and bright, not musty farmhouse wallpaper and someone else’s memories,” she despaired. “I want them to feel like they have a place to belong and start over.”

His heart tugged for her and fell just a little bit more in love with this practical woman who had enough poetry to want to save the world. He reached across the table and took her hand, tightened as she resisted, and was surprised when she succumbed.

“It’ll get done,” he whispered, giving her hand a little squeeze. “I promise.” Her hand melted in his and the burden dissolved from her face. She smiled tiredly before pulling her hand away to pick up a dish.

“Go hang out with your girlfriends for a couple of days.”

She looked down at the plate and walked to the sink.

“You do have some of those, don’t you?” he asked, suspicious.

“Not really,” she replied. “All my college friends moved away a few years ago and I haven’t met too many people around town.” Shrugging, she added, “I don’t mind when it comes down to it.”

“Cree likes to be alone,” Seth said. “She’s weird.”

“I’m one for haunting graveyards by myself as well. Nothing wrong with liking your own company, kid,” he said as an arm shot out and his hand caught Cree’s arm as she passed with another plate for the sink. “Nope,” he commanded. “Go sex wax your board or whatever you surfers do to prepare for a day with the sharks.” He took the plate from her as he released her wrist. “You’re taking tomorrow off.”

About the Author Dina Keratsis is an award-winning author of romance fiction in which all roads lead to illumination and magic is found in the mundane. A New England girl, she has a penchant for punk rock, Scottish tea rooms and a mad crush on Sirius Black. She lives in Massachusetts with her husband and two children.

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