I Thought It Was You – Kirsty McManus / #Review @McmanusKirsty

Oceanic Dreams #4

When Liv Turner takes a cruise to get away from a bad break-up, all she wants to do is hide from the world for a while—and maybe hang out with her brother, who works in the ship’s casino. But soon after boarding, three things happen in quick succession:

1. Liv meets Wells, a gorgeous charity worker on his way to Cozumel.
2. She discovers that her ex has completely drained her bank account.
3. TV celebrity Jamila Castro begs Liv to take on the role of her rehab nurse to stop a vengeful ex co-star from ruining her career.

With Liv broke, and a twenty-thousand dollar incentive to help Jamila out, she reluctantly agrees to a week of pretending to be Nina from Louisiana. The only catch? She isn’t allowed to talk to Wells again. But that becomes difficult when he keeps showing up all over the ship and proving himself to be the perfect guy.

To make matters more complicated, Liv’s brother had booked her trip through a singles group, where it is a requirement to participate in their activities—as herself.

Will Liv be able to avoid having her cover blown, and stop Jamila from being exposed in the media? And will she be able to put Wells out of her mind?

Anything can happen on the Oceanic Aphrodite, but smooth sailing isn’t always one of them.

 

 

My Review

It’s such bliss when it’s so cold over here that you can escape on a cruise where it is hot. Unfortunately for me it was only a virtual escape but I really felt better reading about the sun. 🙂

This book is another fun read, just like the previous stories in this series were. It’s nice to connect briefly with the main character from book 1 and being reminded of the fabulous act Janey and her partner treated us on.

The author has combined everything a great book in this genre needs : misunderstandings, love, laughter, regrets and a happy ever after for everybody after some explaining and appologising has been done. Of course having money and thus influence does help achieving certain goals.

No matter how good you think you are in playing a role, the truth will always be revealed somehow. You are left behind with a feeling of if only, but it might be too late…

This really is a splendid series that I thoroughly enjoy. 5 stars.

Thank you, Kirsty McManus

 

About the author

Kirsty McManus was born in Sydney, Australia and moved to Queensland when she was 14. When she was 25, she lived in Japan for a year with her partner Kesh and worked as an English teacher. This was the inspiration behind her debut novel, Zen Queen. She also spent a year in Canada and then settled back down on the Sunshine Coast in 2008. She now writes almost full time, designs the occasional website and looks after her two little boys.

 

Author Link

kirstymcmanus.com.au

 

 

Book Link

Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/Thought-Was-Oceanic-Dreams-Book-ebook/dp/B07RNZGYHK/ref=pd_rhf_ee_s_pd_crcd_0_1/135-4351082-9959800?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=B07RNZGYHK&pd_rd_r=aac08581-de62-4e7b-bafc-223c1a48905f&pd_rd_w=2KSTd&pd_rd_wg=X0mkJ&pf_rd_p=cebc8e1a-7015-46fb-84e6-c056804c208e&pf_rd_r=2E60RHDA7TJ1M54CR5SQ&psc=1&refRID=2E60RHDA7TJ1M54CR5SQ

Mageborn – Jessica Thorne / #CoverReveal @bookouture @JessThorneBooks

dark and addictive fantasy read for fans of Graceling and Sarah J. Maas. The life of an orphan soldier becomes entwined with that of the mysterious heir to the throne, whose very presence draws out the secret magic living inside her: a magic that breaks every law she is duty-bound to uphold…

The room is small and dark. Row upon row of jars line the shelves, each one sealed with blood-red wax. The seal’s mark is a twisted circle of briar with gleaming, gold-tipped thorns. And in each jar a flicker of forbidden magic dances… beautiful, but deadly.

Sold to the Crown in the aftermath of the Last Great War, Grace Marchant has never known her parents. Now, she trains as an elite soldier tracking down mageborn – those born with an ancient and long-outlawed magic – and destroying them if they don’t surrender their power to the Crown.

The mageborn who submit are collared, then handed over to the King’s cousin and heir: the elusive Bastien Larelwynn, Lord of Thorns, locked away in his shadowy workshop deep inside the castle. What becomes of them is hard to say – the Lord of Thorns keeps his secrets close.

Grace has always fought the voice inside her that questions whether the law is truly just – but when her closest friend is next on Bastien’s list, Grace’s loyalties are tested to the limit. Confronting Bastien – searching his strangely compelling obsidian-black eyes for answers – Grace is shocked to feel herself begin to change, to show the first signs of the wild magic she so fears.

Only the Lord of Thorns has the power to save her and the rest of the mageborn – if he doesn’t destroy them all first…

 

 

Cover Reveal

Thank you, Jessica Thorne and Bookouture

 

About the author

Jessica Thorne saw Star Wars at an impressionable age and life was never the same. She’s loved fantasy, romance and science fiction ever since and spends her time looking for adventure – in the pages of her books.

Sometimes she is Ruth Frances Long and won the European Science Fiction Society Spirit of Dedication Award for Best Author of Children’s Science Fiction and Fantasy, 2015.

 

Author Links

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JessThorneBooks/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JessThorneBooks

Website: http://www.rflong.com/jessicathorne/

 

 

Book Link

https://geni.us/B08334HN5JCover

Circle in the Sand – Tracy Krimmer / #Review @tkrimms

 

 

Oceanic Dreams #3

Follow the rules. Be reliable. Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve.

Living by these words didn’t put librarian Isla Hunter any closer to the life she imagined at thirty. With her birthday in only a few days, she can’t wait to sail away on a week in the sun with her friends Asher and Charlotte. It may be just what she needs.

When an attractive woman takes a liking to Asher, Isla’s heart feels threatened in an unfamiliar way. She’s used to Asher flipping through women like a playbook without a second thought, but this time it’s different. As she tries to sort out her emotions, she struggles with Asher’s connection with this woman. Is it time for Isla to finally break the rules or will that only lead her in hot water? 

 

 

My Review

Part three in the series and once again we are invited on the wonderful cruise ship for a trip. 

The title fits the book perfectly, because that’s exactly what Isla and Asher did, but only realise it after they leave the ship.

This is a fun story where hidden feelings are exposed and confessions made. It’s not always easy to talk about your feelings because people are afraid that they will get hurt when the other person is not on the same wavelength. On the other hand, if you don’t speak up, you might feel miserable and wave your happiness goodbye.

Sometimes you just have to face the music and go for it.

A quick read to enjoy on a sunny or a rainy day, at the pool or in bed or as Shakira would say: ‘Whenever, Wherever.’ 5 stars.

Thank you, Tracy Krimmer 

 

About the author

Tracy Krimmer loves penning chick lit and Women’s Fiction as well as reading the same genre. Her passion for the written word began at a young age and her favorite place as a child was the library.

When she’s not writing, she enjoys fitness, crushing candy, and napping. She lives in the Midwest with her family.

 

Author Links

http://www.tracykrimmer.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KrimmerAuthor

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/tracykrimmer

 

 

Book Link

Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/Circle-Sand-Romantic-Comedy-Oceanic-ebook/dp/B07QW9L497/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=circle+in+the+sand+tracy+krimmer&qid=1577277701&s=digital-text&sr=1-1

The Mental Game of Real Estate – Brad Bevers / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours

 

 

When Brad Bevers started in real estate fifteen years ago, he wanted to learn as much as possible. But after reading all the real estate books he could find, he quickly realized he needed to ignore the collective wisdom on becoming a successful agent. He would go on to grow his business more than twenty times his average income from his first few years.

 

If you love making cold calls, smiling like a mannequin, and scream-selling your way to the top, this book is not for you. For those who would rather build a strong business the right way, ‘The Mental Game of Real Estate’ gives you the map to succeed.

 

In this book, you will learn:

  • The (only) four ways to make money on a property
  • Psychological principles that will build rapport fast
  • A Negotiation 101 crash course
  • The crucial skills to making a killer first impression
  • Three closing techniques that won’t make you feel slimy
  • And much more

 

Brad’s goal with this book is to let you in on the principles he has learned so that you can get started faster and serve your clients more effectively, while putting more money in your pocket. May this book help you on your real estate journey!

 

 

Extract

One of the hardest parts of being a real estate agent, especially when you’re starting out, is learning how to handle commission objections. Almost every time you list a property, you’ll be asked to cut your commission. You have to be ready to respond and fight for a full commission not only because you deserve it, but because it’s often best for your client.

Don’t believe me? Consider this: Would you be more motivated to sell a property on which you’ll earn $10,000 in commission, or a property on which you’ll earn only $5,000? We are all human, and whether we like it or not, money plays a part in our motivation.

The first thing you need to admit is that most agents don’t deserve a full commission. Recognize that most agents should be discounting their commission because they aren’t good at their job. It’s perfectly reasonable for a client to ask you to cut yours before they have worked with you. The client expects the kind of service that deserves a reduced fee.

Work to show you’re a different kind of agent right off the bat. Establish your expertise quickly, use testimonials to show social proof, and control the conversation with the listing tools that you’ve learned in this book. It’s helpful to take a step back mentally when you hear an objection from a client and realize that most agents deserve a pay cut. Don’t be one of those agents. Show that you are different right away and work to deserve full pay.

Thank you, Bradley Bevers and RABT Book Tours and PR

 

About the author

My name is Bradley Bevers and I’m a real estate broker in Chappell Hill, a small Texas town located midway between Houston and Austin. I’ve sold real estate full-time since I graduated from Texas A&M in 2004. 

Despite starting off in the family business, I struggled in real estate for many years. It was hard to know exactly what to do and how to do it, and I did not get off to a fast start. I was able to sell almost three million dollars of real estate my first year, but then the market stalled, and I failed to sell even one million dollars for the next three years. Despite having a business degree and being a born entrepreneur, I made a lot of mistakes along the way and learned mostly through trial and error.

In 2017, I sold over seventeen million dollars of real estate. My income has gone up more than 20 times since those early years. Out of almost thirty agents, I’ve been the top producer in my company for six years in a row. Now, I want to share what I’ve learned so you can get a jump start on your own career.

If you’re looking for a book that will give you the secret sauce to cold calling, social media prowess, or working for-sale-by-owner and expired listings, this book isn’t for you. I’ve never made a cold call in my life, and I post on Facebook once or twice a year. If you want to make more money, build your reputation the right way, and avoid some of the pitfalls of selling real estate, then this is the book you’re looking for.

 

Author Links

Website: https://mentalgameofrealestate.com/

Business Website: https://www.beversrealestate.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BeversRealEstate/

 

 

Book Links

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2BApv4d

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-mental-game-of-real-estate-brad-bevers/1133681760?ean=9781632963710

Time of My Life – Laura Heffernan / #Review @LH_writes

 

 

Oceanic Dreams #2

Janey’s never felt this way before, but staff is forbidden from dating passengers. It’s only one dirty dance…

Legend says everyone who boards the Oceanic Aphrodite finds love. Janey’s on the ship to teach pole fitness, not for romance. Then she meets Frank. He’s everything Janey isn’t–refined, classy, rich–but his good looks and charm make him undeniably appealing. Unfortunately, he’s also a passenger.

When Janey’s partner can’t perform in the end-of-cruise talent show, Frank offers to fill in. He’s never done pole, but she’s got time to teach him. As they grow closer, Janey finds herself hoping the legend is real–but if she gives in to temptation, she could be out of a job. 

 

 

My Review

After finishing book #1 I immediately dived into this one. 

The first book put the spotlight on Siggy/Petra finding the love of her life and in this one we see how Janey, who we met briefly already, falls head over heels. 

It’s one thing to have a rule that staff and guests can not mingle privately, but love is not like an appliance. You can’t switch it on or off just like that. 

There is only one thing left to do : keep it a secret, but secrets do tend to come out sooner or later …

This is another fun and quick read to devour on the beach or on board of a cruise ship, but it can as easily be thoroughly enjoyed snuggled up under a blanket in winter. 5 stars.

Thank you, Laura Heffernan

 

About the author

Laura Heffernan once broke up with her now-husband during a board game after realizing that he was ahead 96-3. She hasn’t played that particular game since. Her best friend still talks about the Great Uno Card Throwing Incident of 2003. Yet, somehow, Laura insists that she is incredibly gracious whether winning or losing. She lives in the northeast with her husband, new baby, and two furry little beasts.

 

Author Links

www.facebook.com/lauraheffernanbooks

lauraheffernan.com

 

 

 

Book Link

Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/Time-My-Life-Charming-Romantic-ebook/dp/B07QNFP9XN/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=time+of+my+life+laura+heffernan&qid=1577111028&sr=8-1

An Unexpected Gift – Krista Grayce / #Extract #BlogTour @SDSXXTours @Krista0221

 

 

Janie Nolan’s future had never been more uncertain, she was just learning to live with the loss of her mother from cancer, she suddenly finds herself jobless after an unexpected diagnosis with autism at the age of fifty-five. The thought of moving back to her childhood home in the idyllic town of Cape May, New Jersey to assess her future is a daunting proposal. It is in that sleepy shore town that she must reconnect with her abusive father. Now ailing, he has handed over control of the family business, a failing small theater, as a possible means for a fresh start. However, Janie is uncertain as to what his true motives might be. Alec Ryan, a handsome, former intern of her father’s and now a successful Broadway producer and director arrives from New York carrying his own tumultuous past with plans to assist Janie in restoring the theater to its former glory. Along the way, Alec discovers qualities in Janie that prove she is more than just her diagnosis and resolves to help restore Janie as well, simultaneously putting his own demons to rest and learning to love again. But when the small town gossip mill begins to buzz about Alec and a piece of jewelry left by her mother is revealed, Janie learns of a secret that may take things in another direction could change the course of her life forever.

 

 

Extract

Janie felt her heart start to speed up. Adrenaline flooded her system as if on an IV. She thought her heart was going to explode. Her eyes widened trying to focus despite the neon and fluorescent lights. Janie wanted to either run for the hills or crawl under a table. Instead, she stayed close to Alec who was unaware of her current predicament. She wanted desperately to suppress the hammering in her chest, but any attempt would be futile. Janie was overwhelmed and her skin felt clammy and cold. The noise in the pub seemed to be getting louder and louder, leading to humming and buzzing in her ears and drowning out her own thoughts. She placed her hands over her ears and closed her eyes tightly. She began to hyperventilate and moved her hands to her throat to relieve the tightness that was developing there. It was then that Alec took notice.

“Janie, are you okay?”

“NO, NO… I have to go, I have to go, I am so sorry!” Janie turned and ran out the door.

Thank you, Krista Grayce and Silver Dagger Book Tours

 

About the Author

HI! Just to tell you a bit about myself. I have lived in Seattle, WA most of my life however I was raised in New York and spent summers in Cape May, NJ. Most of my work is set on the beaches and beach towns of the Jersey Shore. I wrote my first novel when I was thirteen years old and continued to write poetry and short stories for the following years. I have had articles and papers published as well as photographs that were published in a book entitled “Rock and Roll Memorabilia II”.

I hold an AA degree in Business Management. I never obtained a degree in Literary Arts or Writing per se but I feel I come by my writing talent organically as William Shakespeare is my 1st cousin 12 times removed.

“An Unexpected Gift” is my debut novel. Like Janie, the main character in the novel, I was diagnosed with High Functioning Autism at the age of forty-eight however I am proud to share this diagnosis with Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Dickenson as well as many others. I see my autism as a gift from God. It has given me a high intellect and innate talent that I use as a tool to enlighten the rest of the world to the plight of adults with autism.

Like many people on the spectrum, I never married or had children which is sadly my greatest regret. I currently live with my wonderful sister Kendra and my three cats Tyler, Tabitha and Teddy in Spokane, WA. I am planning to move back to the New Jersey Shore as soon as possible.

 

Author Links

Website: http://www.kristagrayce.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kristagrayce/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Krista0221

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19779017.Krista_Grayce

 

 

Book Link

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Unexpected-Gift-Krista-Grayce-ebook/dp/B0821JG6MV

Spent Identity – Marlene M. Bell / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours @ewephoric

 

 

Annalisse Series, Book 2

Antiquities appraiser Annalisse Drury drives to her family farm in upstate New York to consult with Aunt Kate about her troubled relationship with Greek tycoon, Alec Zavos. When Annalisse arrives, she learns the beloved farm she expects to inherit is for sale.

That same morning, they find a stranger’s body decaying in the barn. Then her aunt vanishes.

In Spent Identity, Annalisse and Alec join forces for the second time. They must find the mastermind behind her aunt’s abduction before Kate’s health issues worsen. Was the corpse in the barn a coincidence or a warning? The clock ticks for Annalisse to find her aunt and repair what she has left with the man she loves.

 

 

Extract

Chapter Two

(Partial of this chapter–1,834 words.)

Split rail fencing whizzed past Annalisse in a blur. Hundreds of stained boards melted into each other in her sprint to catch up to Ethan. He ran yards ahead in the long breezeway leading from the house to the big barn. Kate was breathing heavily behind Annalisse.

Closer to the barn, the air was heavy with the undeniable odor of advanced decomposition, a ripe chemical cocktail so powerful she had to stop to cough and cover her nose.

Who died in the barn?

She stumbled in the dirt tracks left by farming equipment and twisted her ankle in a hole. Reaching for the nearest post, she held on, closing her eyes, unable to take another step.

Ethan trotted back to her. “Annalisse, did you hurt yourself?” His words heated her neck.

“Need a minute.” Her forehead rested against the grooves where she welcomed the rough edges and oily scent of treated wood. “Sprinting on a cup of Kate’s coffee wasn’t too swift.”

“Got a case of the colly-wobbles myself.”

Ethan’s tight-lipped smile offered little sympathy.

“Colly-wobbles?” Annalisse smiled back, guessing his slang meant he felt as horrible as she did.

Kate appeared behind her, out of breath. “No time to dally. Don’t like tracing my steps twice. It’s supposed to be over ninety today. That person isn’t going to smell any fresher by noon. Step it up.”

“Remember what the doc said. I don’t keep the AED in the barn.” Annalisse backed against the post, rubbing the soreness out of her ankle.

“I don’t plan to use one, and the guy over there’s too dead to need one.” Kate pointed toward the barn, then she asked Ethan, “Anyone we know?”

“Shouldn’t we call the coppers?” He lifted his phone from a pocket.

Just like Ethan—straight out of a Dick Tracy flick. Ethan’s little house was a museum of action heroes and crusaders. Pristine comic books—American, Japanese, and nineteenth-century penny dreadfuls from the UK—were in clear protective sleeves on every tabletop and free counter space. The mark of a true collector.

When Ethan wasn’t trimming feet, feeding the stock, or sitting on a tractor, he lounged on his futon with a detective thriller or mystery, keeping up with his book club’s newest releases. Instead of typical items like canned goods and dishes, paperbacks lined his kitchen cabinets. Annalisse worried about his terrible eating habits and brought him meals. Especially on summer days when he sweated off his weight. He rarely accepted Kate’s food because he found her cooking too rich.

The fact that they were on their way to view a corpse wouldn’t phase Ethan or her aunt. People with livestock have a pragmatic attitude toward death. The countless lambing seasons where Kate lost ewes from uterine prolapses and multiple births put death on a list of the expected for Walker Farm. One winter, a pair of domestic dogs jumped into the pasture and slaughtered twenty-eight head of sheep in a matter of minutes—the loss of life in volume toughens a person’s psyche. That 2:00 a.m. predator attack cemented how Annalisse dealt with the dying and dead. She frequently heard Kate explain it best: “When you have livestock, you have dead stock.”

Kate reached out, her eyes mournful. “I haven’t forgotten what you went through with the Freeman girl. A look-see and we skedaddle. I promise.”

“Do you want me to call?” Ethan waggled his phone toward Kate.

“Not yet. We’ll check it out first. I don’t tolerate trespassers, especially those who drop dead on my property.”

Annalisse’s limited enthusiasm for an impromptu viewing had faded. She walked past the stall, barely acknowledging the pair of legs in the doorway. “We’re contaminating a homicide or suicide scene. Aren’t you worried about stepping on clues?”

“I didn’t say we’d manhandle the guy. Stay there if you want.” Kate shrugged and spun a one-eighty.

“Who’s the Freeman girl?” Ethan arched his brows.

“Never mind, young man.” Kate cut him off.

“Annalisse has a point—we should stay here. Our footprints in the dirt could implicate us.”

Kate shrugged. “What’s a few more? You work here, and I live here. We’ll be careful.”

Annalisse knew changing Kate’s mind was an exercise in futility. A stranger had died on Kate’s property. Auntie was damned sure going to find out who and why. But for Annalisse, the memory of finding Samantha Freeman’s buried body last fall didn’t help in the motivation department.

“No one touches him without gloves.”

From the vet chest inside the barn’s entry, Annalisse jiggled disposable obstetric gloves over her hands and arms to the shoulder. Gloves they used when a ewe or cow needed help during delivery. What they were doing was wrong on so many levels, but she never said no to Kate. She’d learned that from a young age. Annalisse intentionally turned her back on the pair of legs sticking out of the first stall, praying

they’d miraculously disappear like they had for the Wicked Witch of the East in Munchkin land.

“Don’t fuss with the gloves. Covering the hands is good enough.” Kate erupted into a smoker’s cough and staggered back. “His smell’s about to knock me over. Did he crap his pants?”

“Maybe. Carbon dioxide from ruptured membranes—fluids leak from every opening.”

Annalisse burped. Her mouth tasted like she’d fought the sheep for their cud and won. “Can’t stay here long.”

“It’s called autolysis. I can take over if you want.”

Ethan’s statement rang with the authority of a bookish sleuth. As if he’d actually investigated crimes before, which, of course, he hadn’t.

In the distance, a driver skidded its car’s tires, raising the urgency of the task at hand. Focus and move. Annalisse jumped into the next stall covered in fresh pine shavings and grabbed a breath, then another. Do this. It’s not Sam.

She joined Kate next to the open stall. The man was facedown and shoeless, in unmatched socks—athletic on one foot, a dark dress sock on the other. Both with holes in the material. He could’ve arrived at the farm alive—committed suicide or murdered or was dropped off after death with outside help. Common sense made the latter more likely from rigor’s grip on the body and his wet clothes.

Annalisse knelt, grabbed an ankle with two fingers, and shook.

“Whew, ripe.” She waved the air and held her nose with the clean glove. She glided a hand lightly along the slick fabric. The body looked frail, and his stained T-shirt and floral pants could’ve belonged to a woman. “Where are his shoes, and why is he soaked through?” Annalisse held up her palm smeared with moisture.

“Check pockets for ID.” Kate gave Annalisse a gentle prod. “Hurry.”

Instinct warned her to leave and let the authorities handle the corpse, but the tone in Kate’s voice pushed Annalisse on. Careful not to rumple the fabric too much, she searched the man’s torso.

“Something here.” Annalisse hardly recognized her strained voice.

Behind her, Kate rolled the stall door wider. “Grab it.”

Annalisse slid a glove inside the back pocket and came up with a billfold. Turning from the body, she flipped through the compartments of the chintzy wallet.

“No money or driver’s license, just this.” She extracted a damp, faded card and showed it to Kate.

Kate drew Annalisse’s wrist closer. “City of New York. Thomas Taylor.” She gasped and withdrew. “Thomas? God no! I need to see his face. Ethan, get a glove on and show me his face.” Her chartreuse complexion left Annalisse with more questions.

“I’m already down here. Who’s Thomas?”

Kate turned away speechless, making it impossible to read her.

A creep of unease gripped Annalisse’s muscles. “Auntie?”

“Huh. I have an Uncle Tom Taylor, but he’s a journo in Europe somewhere.” Ethan tossed the remark out matter-of-factly, and Annalisse caught Kate passing him a dirty look.

“Annalisse, put that card back and stick it in his pocket like you found it. Get away. You’re done with this unfortunate gentleman.” Kate’s sharp tone and movements loosened a wisp of hair from her bun. “We’re wasting time. Glove up now, Ethan.”

Annalisse mused how Kate had changed the body from an intruder into a gentleman. The dead man, Thomas, had triggered her sympathy or perhaps a happier memory. Kate drenched the name in intimacy. Annalisse sensed that her aunt had tucked away an earlier trauma much deeper than selling the farm or finding a body on the premises.

The formal letter from Jeremy nagged her. And in the mix, a dead man inside the barn—on the same day. Coincidence? Jeremy connived,

but murder to prove a point wasn’t his style. Subtle trickery was more like him. And anyway, he had the legal right to liquidate an asset instead of frighten his mother from the farm.

Struggling against her gag reflex, she returned the wallet and made room for Ethan.

He slowly lifted the corpse by the shoulder, turning it over so Kate could see his face.

The first signs of bloat disfigured the body but not enough to obscure his features. Annalisse didn’t recognize him, but she couldn’t be sure about her aunt. Thomas Taylor meant something to Kate.

Ethan bent over the man’s neck. “Purplish lines. Maybe ligature strangulation. Check out his eyes. See those dots on the white part? Petechial hemorrhage. The bloke’s been strangled all right.” He exposed the dead man’s gums. “Yeah. Missing teeth. I found dentures not far from the barn. They’re probably his. Let’s gap it.”

A satisfied hum passed Kate’s throat. “Agreed. Set him the way he was. Everyone out. Gloves off and in the garbage. We’ll have to tell the police we touched the body; they’ll find our gloves anyway. I’ll mention the teeth you found. I’m calling them now. Meet me at the house.”

Kate and Ethan left, and the barn fell silent. In fact, the only sounds inside since they’d arrived were human noises. Annalisse jogged near the end stall where pine shavings freshened the air, and she stripped the crackling gloves from her arms. She’d forgotten about Maggie.

“Maggie girl?” She peered into the dim stall for the old farm horse.

The buckskin mare moved deeper into the corner; her ears pinned back.

“Mag, don’t worry. I know it smells bad in here.”

The horse smelled death. Most animals shied from it, but predators were drawn to it. On kill days when the slaughter truck arrived, every sheep downwind moved to another part of the pasture. Blood and death couldn’t be scoured from the traveling slaughter van, no matter the effort.

“You heard Miss Walker. Gap it.” Ethan approached from out of nowhere and took her gloves. He placed them in an empty feed sack along with his own and shoved the bag down the side of the garbage barrel. “Come on.” He gently nudged Annalisse’s shoulder. “I’ll move the mare when the bloke’s gone.”

Thank you, Marlene M. Bell and RABT Book Tours and PR

 

About the author

Marlene M. Bell is an award-winning writer and acclaimed artist as well as a photographer. Her sheep landscapes grace the covers of Sheep!, The Shepherd, Ranch & Rural Living, and Sheep Industry News, to name a few. SPENT IDENTITY is the second book in the Annalisse Series.

Her catalog venture, Ewephoric, began in 1985 out of her desire to locate personalized sheep stationery. She rarely found sheep products through catalogs and set out to design them herself. Ewephoric gifts online can be found at https://www.TexasSheep.com. Her books at: https://www.marlenembell.com

Marlene and her husband, Gregg, reside in beautiful East Texas on a wooded ranch with their dreadfully spoiled horned Dorset sheep, a large Maremma guard dog named Tia, along with Hollywood, Leo, and Squeaks, the cats that believe they rule the household—and do.

 

Author Links

Website: www.marlenembell.com

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A Springtime To Remember – Lucy Coleman / #Extract #BlogTour @BoldwoodBooks #Boldwoodbloggers @LucyColemanauth

 

 

Paris and the Palace of Versailles have always meant a lot to TV producer Lexie. Her grandma Viv spent a year there, but her adventures and memories were never discussed, and Lexie has long wondered why they were a family secret. 

When work presents the perfect excuse to spend Springtime in Versailles, Lexie delves into Viv’s old diaries and scrapbooks, and with the help of handsome interpreter Ronan, she is soon learning more about the characters that tend to the magnificent gardens, now and in the past.

In amongst the beauty and splendour of the French countryside, a story of lost love, rivalry and tragedy unfolds.  Can Lexie and Ronan right the wrongs of the past, and will France play its tricks on them both before Lexie has to go home? Will this truly be a Springtime to Remember…

 

 

Extract

1

When Fairy Tales Come True

‘Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a very big dream.’

‘How big?’ Little Maisie stares up at me questioningly. Surrounded by a mantle of shadows in the darkened room, only the tiny shaft of light seeping in from the landing allows me to see her baby-blue eyes. She’s determined not to give in to sleep, but it’s obvious she’s fighting a losing battle.

Maisie blinks in rapid succession and already her breathing is beginning to slow.

‘Hu-u-u-uge.’ The sound of my soft whisper fills the air. ‘And she promised herself she would never, ever, let anyone deter her from trying her hardest to make everything she wished for come true.’

I glance down at my darling niece and catch a fleeting glimpse of a smile before sleep finally whisks her away. Hesitant to make a move for fear of disturbing her, I decide to sit for a while, fascinated by that perfect little heart-shaped face. It tugs on my heart strings as I realise how much I’m going to miss her this spring.

As I’m about to ease myself up very gingerly off the bed, to my complete surprise her little voice suddenly rises up out of the darkness.

‘When you come back you will tell me all about your adventure, won’t you, Auntie Lexie?’

I reach across to smooth a few strands of hair away from her warm little cheek.

‘Of course, I will. And it will be a story of palaces and kings and magical gardens that stretch out as far as the eye can see. Now go to sleep, beautiful girl, and keep a tight hold of Mr Panda, because he will keep you safe until I get home.’ She snuggles her rather threadbare companion even closer.

Stooping to plant a kiss on her forehead, I notice she’s fallen back to sleep. It’s hard not to feel sad, because when I return, she’ll probably have grown another inch and I will have missed so much. Even a few months can see so many changes in a five-year-old and

she’s growing up way too quickly. Maisie is an old head on young shoulders, and takes after me, rather than my sister, Shellie. Much to Shellie’s annoyance.

I creep out to find my older sister in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar leisurely reading her Kindle.

‘That was quick, but Maisie was exhausted. Swimming always has that effect on her. She’s going to miss you, you know.’

Shellie holds up her empty coffee mug and shakes it at me. I nod, sinking down onto the stool next to her as she jumps up and heads in the direction of the coffee machine.

‘I know she’s only a phone call away, but it won’t be the same. She’s my little buddy. You made a special one there, sis.’

Shellie laughs. ‘Well, I might not have attained the lofty heights of ambition and fame that my baby sister and my older brother have, but this is the life I wanted, so I’m happy.’

I studiously ignore the reference to our estranged brother, Jake. Success often comes at a price and, in his case, it went to his head. I guess family doesn’t mean much if your ego tells you that you’ve outgrown the people who love you.

Reining in that little surge of anger his name always invokes, I watch Shellie as she moves around the kitchen. With baby number two due in seven months’ time she’s in her element. I know she’s impatient, ticking off each precious day on her calendar at the thought of giving Maisie a sibling. Shellie is a mini version of Mum, whereas Jake and I take after our late father, Paul.

Chrissy, our mum, has always been the rock of the family because Dad was often away travelling, or home working late in his study. They were a team, though, and she was a bigger part of his success than most people realise. And because they were both happy in their respective roles, I can’t remember them ever having a cross word.

Dad was someone who grabbed every opportunity and was determined to live his dream. Was he a little self-centred? Well, yes, I suppose he was, because as soon as he was away, it was as if we didn’t really exist for him. But on his return, Dad would thrill us with stories that captured our imaginations and fired our enthusiasm.

Dad was lauded as one of the top wildlife photographers of his generation, and he lived for the thrill of capturing that perfect shot. With a long list of magazine articles and natural history programmes to his credit, he was always in demand. The fact that he died while doing something he loved seemed fitting in a tragic sort of way.

I remember the day of the fateful call and the phone falling from Mum’s ear as she struggled to take in the devastating news. Dad had a massive heart attack while filming on location in Tarangire National Park, in Tanzania. If only it had happened in the UK, maybe we could have…

‘You haven’t heard a word I’ve been saying, have you, Lexie?’

Shellie appears in front of me, proffering a mug of steaming coffee and one of her delicious, homemade chocolate and beetroot brownies.

‘Sorry. My head is all over the place right now. So many last-minute things to do before I fly out tomorrow.’

She eases herself up onto the stool alongside me, frowning.

‘No regrets? I mean, you’re always heading off somewhere or other, but this is the longest stint in one go. I know there’s a lot at stake for you personally on this one.’

I burst out laughing. ‘A lot? You could say that. I’m sinking every penny I’ve saved into this, and it’s my one-time shot.’

Thank you, Lucy Coleman and Boldwood Books.

 

About the author

Lucy Coleman is a #1 bestselling romance writer, whose recent novels include Snowflakes over Holly Cove. She also writes under the name Linn B. Halton. She won the 2013 UK Festival of Romance: Innovation in Romantic Fiction award and lives in the Welsh Valleys

 

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I Saw Him Standing There – Holly Kerr / #Review @hollykerrauthor

 

 

Oceanic Dreams #1

This stowaway sets sail for love!

Small-time con artist Siggy needs to get out of town fast. When she’s offered tickets on the legendary Oceanic Aphrodite, Siggy jumps at the chance to get away.  A week on a luxury cruise ship, with a suitcase full of clothes and all expenses paid? Yes, please! The only catch is that she has to pretend to be someone else. 
No problem. Siggy has no intention of getting close enough anyone to discover her secrets.
But this is the Oceanic Aphrodite and love is in the air. When Siggy sees assistant cruise director Will taking tickets, Cupid’s arrow hits the target. Luckily, Will’s too busy smiling at her to check out her fake passport because he’ll toss Siggy off the ship if he finds out about the scam.  
Onboard, dolphins and cameras and runaway ferrets bring Siggy and Will together. The more time they spend together, the more Siggy wants to tell him the truth.

Cupid’s arrow has struck deep but can Siggy stop running?

 

 

My Review

I remember watching ‘The love boat’ on tv some years ago and I did not want to miss one single episode. It goes without a doubt that this series would be straight up my alley.

First of all I want to say that I love the cover. It’s fun, it’s bright and summery. It’s also book #1 in a series of 8 stories and I really think it’s a very clever idea to make them so recognisable. The cover is always more or less the same, but with a different color in the upper part. The cute little ship plays a big part too because it’s displayed at the beginning of every chapter.

The story is light and made me smile several times. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and see the views from the ship and the places where they dock. 

‘You can’t hurry love’ was what Phil Collins sang, but you can’t slow it down either. When Cupid feels it’s the right moment, he will make you feel it.  True love is forgiving even if you did not start your romance in a very honest way. That what life sometimes makes you do. Only the strong ones come to terms with it and fess up.

The road to happiness is paved with honesty.

This was a lovely and quick read and I cannot wait to read the rest of the series. 5 stars.

Thank you, Holly Kerr

 

About the author

Holly Kerr writes chick-lit with the sole purpose of showing the world there is more to the genre than pretty shoes and brooding heroes.
Except for J.B in Unexpecting. He can be kind of broody.
When she’s not writing, Holly spends time with her kids, watching Star Wars and super hero movies and training for this marathon she signed up for.

 

Author Link

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Book Link

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Judge Vs. Water – Una Tiers / #Extract #BlogTour @SDSXXTours @UnaTiers

 

 

 

A Fiona Gavelle Humorcide Book 5

With a splash, fifty years of lies were revealed. Join Fiona Gavelle, lawyer and part time sleuth in solving the mystery. Meet her unusual clients and visit Chicago, Illinois without leaving the warmth of your Kindle. Disclaimer, this book does not include any car chases, no one runs down a dark alley at midnight and no one has a locker at the bus station..

**On sale for only $2.99 now!!**

 

 

Extract

The woman stared at me. “Mildred isn’t here, did you say she made an appointment to see me?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head and formed a grim smile in annoyance, examining me closely for complicit behavior.

“Mildred Shoe is your attorney, right?” I asked.

Before she answered, our attention was drawn to a ‘plop tap’ sound. It was getting louder while maintaining a consistent rhythm. Turning, we saw Mildred, running in heels. Her pearls were swinging from side to side while she clutched her briefcase to her bosom.

Halfway up the stairs, she stopped to catch her breath. Maybe it was to garner sympathy or to measure how much of her treacherous behavior had been exposed. Gingerly, she walked up to the porch, still huffing and puffing. Her eyes darted again from the woman standing in the doorway to me and she smiled weakly.

We glared at Mildred to be certain she got the point that we felt like pawns.

“Mother, Fiona, I can explain.”

Thank you, Una Tiers and Silver Dagger Book Tours

 

About the Author

Una Tiers (nom de plume) is an avid reader, attorney and independent author in the Chicago area. Her early reading enthusiasm exhausted her grammar school library and she was introduced to the magnificence of the downtown Chicago Public Library. Years later, she had the honor to take writing classes with Harry Mark Petrakis, downing a bowl of cheddar chowder after class.

Over the years, creative writing took a backseat to drafting legal documents. After one particularly brutal day in court, Una wrote a story murdering the problem judge (on paper). Feeling better, she returned to work. Adding additional victims proved to be a stress reliever making Una smile. The story grew into Judge vs Nuts.

Una has several novels and novellas. I encourage you to take a chance. You will be entertained and surreptitiously educated to the law as it is in probate.

When she is not murdering people (on paper) Una has a scratch and sniff garden, including chocolate mint, dill, lavender, rosemary and cilantro. In 2018, she planted a Hyacinth bean and is waiting for the promises on the packet.

The next full length novel, Judge vs. Michigan, takes you on a dinner cruise from Navy Pier. Can you swim?

 

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Book Link

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Judge-Water-Fiona-Gavelle-Humorcide-ebook/dp/B081Y5ZF2F