23 October 2023

The Cottage By Jo A. Hiestand Book Tour and Review!

 


GENRE: Mystery (British)


Former police detective Michael McLaren is at the home of his lady friend, Melanie. The house is sold, the removal van is booked. All that is left is to help her pack her belongings for her move to his village. But the laborious task is interrupted when one of Melanie’s neighbors asks McLaren to investigate the circumstances of her parents’ murders.


McLaren’s reluctance to take it on and abandon Melanie appears to be solved when his best mate, Jamie, steps in to help with the packing. It’s not the easy investigation McLaren was hoping for, however. Sightings of Mordred and a ghost, and a burglary at the local Tudor Hall complicate the murder inquiries. What had seemed to McLaren a perfect remedy with Jamie close at hand now disintegrates into a horrendous mistake. And McLaren questions if the investigation is really worth it, especially when he puts the people he cares about most in danger.


She had that urgent look about her, had that implication in her voice. He knew the signs all too well, for he had seen and heard similar pleas during his years in the job. But the phrases were left unsaid, and he struggled with his feelings. It was the last thing he wanted to do, take on an investigation. He tried to force a bit of optimism into his voice, but he was still struggling with his duty and feelings. “Well, I don’t know. Melanie’s a strict master. It’s not time for my afternoon tea break.” He grinned to lessen the awkward situation and put her at ease. It seemed to have worked, for the woman before him smiled. “Seriously, Miss, I don’t know what I can do for you. I don’t live here in Moorton.”


“I aware of that, Mr. McLaren.”


The use of his name surprised him. He angled his head slightly, trying to remember if he had come upon her before, but he had no recollection of it. “You know who I am. I... I’m sorry. I don’t know your name. Have we met? If so, please forgive me. I’ve an atrocious memory.”


“You’ve an excellent memory, Mr. McLaren. That’s evident from your previous investigations. But no, we’ve not met. I know of you through the articles that appeared in our newspaper. Also, Reverend Redfern and some of the other villagers talk about your sojourns here, when you previously visited Melanie, and how you solved those other murders.”




Jo A. Hiestand grew up on regular doses of music, books, and Girl Scout camping. She gravitated toward writing in her post-high school years and finally did something sensible about it, graduating from Webster University with a BA degree in English and departmental honors. She writes a British mystery series (the McLaren Mysteries)—of which three books have garnered the prestigious N.N. Light’s Book Heaven ‘Best Mystery Novel’ three years straight. She also writes a Missouri-based cozy mystery series that is grounded in places associated with her camping haunts. The camping is a thing of the past, for the most part, but the music stayed with her in the form of playing guitar and harpsichord, and singing in a folk group. Jo carves jack o’ lanterns badly and sings loudly. She loves barbecue sauce and ice cream (separately, not together), kilts (especially if men wear them), clouds and stormy skies, and the music of G.F. Handel. You can usually find her pulling mystery plots out of scenery—whether from photographs or the real thing.


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The Cottage by Jo A. Hiestand is another novel in the McLaren Mystery series. Michael McLaren is helping his lady friend, Melanie clear her house after it had been sold. She wanted to live closer to Michael if their relationship was to continue.


She wants to open up a B&B and be able to send her daughter to college. All is going well, Michael is asked by Melanie's neighbors to investigate the deaths of her parents. Even though Michael is no longer with the police force, his friend Jamie is so he enlists Jamie's help in helping Melanie pack up her house.


With that, Michael is able to focus not only on the friend's parents. She does not believe how they died. There is a cottage that her parents had purchased and were in the process of renovating when her father went missing, was found deceased and then her mother died. Both were under strange circumstances.


There is a burglary at the local Tudor Hall, so that is just an added complication in Michaels's investigation. He had thought that this would be easily solved but that is not to be. He feels that his investigation could put those he cares about in danger.


There are a lot of characters in the story, why were the two people targeted and were they guilty of something else. Michael and Melanies relationship continues to bloom and his camaraderie with Jamie is very evident. The three of them seem to have an honest relationship where they all care for each other.


I have read one other book in this series, Overdue. I enjoyed this series so far and hope to read more, the author does a great job leading the story to the suspenseful ending.


I give the book 5 stars!


I received a copy of the book for review purposes only



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Echo of the Evercry by E.J. Dawson Book Tour! @ejdawsonauthor #books @SilverDaggerBookTours

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The cost of magic has never been clearer.

Echo of the Evercry

by E.J. Dawson

Genre: Epic Fantasy 

The cost of magic has never been clearer.


Larissa’s inability to kill is a disgrace to her absent mother, Sword Matriarch of the Fair Lady's order, a sisterhood whose purpose is to hunt down sorcerers corrupted by the Evercry and slay them. But Larissa hides an even more sinful secret: she is drawn toward magic, and it grows stronger in her every day.

Larissa keeps a stranglehold on her gift until the day of her graduation test, when her misuse of magic leads her to failure. Prepared to be cast out of the sisterhood, she is instead brought into the scorned caste of the darkkins, those who study and wield magic in the fight against the Evercry. In their halls she discovers that her proclivity for magic makes her powerful, and a little dangerous.

Gone for years, her mother suddenly sends word that she needs help to defeat a formidable sorcerer, help only Larissa can give. Larissa will do anything to save her mother, even travel with the girl who bullied her all through school. But as they battle monsters and mercenaries, Larissa must grapple with dark truths about the sisterhood and her heritage, and decide who she can really trust with her mother’s fate…and her own

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A prickle over her skin, the rush of air her only warning. She

snatched the book above her head just as a splash of water spilled

over her lap. Harmless enough to her cotton underthings and

armored leather, it would have spelled destruction for the book. As it

was, raindrop kisses laved their spatter marks across the pages.

Larissa cringed.


“Careful there, bookkeeper.”


She ignored the taunt and brushed aside the water droplets.

“I don’t know why you’re bothering,” the voice continued. “The

time for ink scribbling is over. You may be first in all other classes,

but you will always be last in the one that counts.”


Larissa’s cheeks warmed, her hands perspiring. She’d spent years

not retaliating to the barbs, ignoring pettiness and rivalry, but on this

last day, she couldn’t contain her scorn. Valare’s taunting would not

go unanswered, not if Larissa had a chance to bite back before they

parted ways forever.


She rose from her seat, book in hand. Better than a blade, because

to her it was an equal weapon to the broadsword across Valare’s

back. “I’ve never been able to tell, Valare, what it is you’re angrier

about.”


A susurrus rippled through the long low room, a sudden pause, as

though a stray dog had done an interesting trick.

“It speaks!”


Larissa flinched at Valare’s ridicule She tossed thin blonde braids

over her back and glared in defiance at the other acolyte.

Hands on her hips, Valare stood bedecked in her accustomed

fighting garb, cream armor that marked her family lineage. Her

mother was Atticus, defender of the realm, matriarch of shields.

Valare’s armor glinted near gold in the low flickering torchlight,

extra polished for the momentous occasion of the Empirical.

Her tawny, sun-tanned skin gleamed, thick muscles evidence of

her training. Hair black as a raven’s wing shorn short, her dark eyes

narrowed on Larissa in condescending amusement. “Go on now,

lamb-tongued one. Let’s see what you’ll bleat for me.”

Valare’s companions grinned at one another, enjoying the

culmination of a years-long rivalry.


All knew the cause. Larissa should be strong like Valare, like her

mother, and she was…not.


The only similarities between she and her mother were the same

caramel hue in their eyes, the same blonde hair. But Larissa lacked a

knight’s stature, held softness at her waist and hips from hours spent

reading when she slipped away from training. It made her armor

pinch, and she avoided it whenever possible.


In short, Larissa was soft, hesitant, girlish. She’d spent six years

dodging either Valare’s viper tongue or not-so-subtle attacks. They

were meant to be a match, one a shield, the other a sword, just like

their mothers. Only the flaws of Larissa’s character intervened.

Valare was as easy to violence as blood to a blade, but Larissa

cowered every time. Conflict churned her stomach, sent tremors

through her hands. Years of training gradually steadied them but

could not take away Larissa’s revulsion. Much to Valare’s disgust and

contempt.


Larissa’s face burned, but she squeezed the book, grounding

herself in its worth. Valare would never understand the content

within. Could never appreciate the delicate phrasing of dark magics.

Never taste knowledge from forgotten corridors of the world.

Larissa did, and often, but kept it secret out of necessity. And while

she wasn’t the warrior Valare was, she could fight with words.

“Is it because you’re afraid brawn won’t carry you to victory?” She

tilted her head, glaring up at Valare. “Or is it because you’re so

dreadful at everything else that without knighthood you hold no

purpose?”


“Oh, I see.” Valare stroked her chin in faux contemplation. “You

want me to beat you to a pulp before the Empirical, so you have a

chance to…what? Cry foul?”


There were hisses among the throng, Valare’s words an insult to

any of the Fair Lady’s acolytes. Especially to Larissa. Who had taken

every beating Valare had ever given her, and not once given in.

Larissa hefted the book in her hand, teeth grinding as she readied

to say something she’d regret.

Ejay writes scifi, fantasy, and horror, with a dash of the paranormal. She has two books with Literary Wanderlust, gothic noir Behind the Veil and all female cast fantasy Echo of the Evercry. She also has a nonfic story with Seaside Gothic, a dark paranormal with Grendel Press, and hopeful scifi with Savage Planets.

She is devoted to writing and the community, as a mentor for Write Hive, Futurescapes Alum, a previous SPSFC judge, Flights of Fancy volunteer, in the Australian Writers Centre Write Your Novel Program, and studying a post-grad diploma in creative writing. When not writing she's walking her rescue dogs, or becoming obsessed with a new computer game.

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The Shadow Elf's Mission (Elves of Eldarlan Book 5) by Elisa Rae Book Tour! @ElisaRaeAuthor @SilverDaggerBookTours

 

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He is committed to protecting her, but can he convince her to trust him?

The Shadow Elf's Mission

Elves of Eldarlan Book 5

by Elisa Rae

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Favian lives torn between two worlds. As a shadow elf, he serves Eldarlan as a warrior in the spymaster’s ranks. All the while, evidence of his gargoyle blood remains hidden beneath a spell. Despite this, he is content in the life he has chosen until one day, he spots his fated mate, but she is out of his reach in more ways than one. Years pass before he is offered the opportunity to actually meet her, but she isn’t who he thought she was.

Cersei has spent her life hiding in plain sight as the companion of an oligarch’s daughter. By blending in and not calling attention to herself, she has avoided the fate that took her father’s life. Then, political factions change, tensions rise, and her employer and his family are in danger. To make matters worse, the elven bodyguard they hired for protection won’t stop challenging her perceptions of those around her.

The Shadow Elf’s Mission is a light, fantasy romance novella about a romance between an elven/gargoyle and an elven/human woman. It features a fated mates romance where cultures clash when they encounter peril.

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The Elven Spymaster's Thief

Elves of Eldarlan Book 1

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The Shadow Elf's Rescuer

Elves of Eldarlan Book 2

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The Elf King's Sacrifice

Elves of Eldarlan Book 3

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The Elven Healer's Apprentice

Elves of Eldarlan Book 4

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A reader of fairytales and folklore, Elisa Rae loves a happy ending. Noblebright characters, dastardly villains, and chemistry between characters delight her. When she isn’t writing, she loves to watch superhero movies and literary dramas.

Elisa Rae is the pen name of Rachel Rossano.

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Twin Elements by Mell Eight New Release Blitz!!

 

Title:  Twin Elements

Author: Mell Eight

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: 10/17/2023

Heat Level: 1 - No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 37000

Genre: Fantasy, Royalty, twins, herbologist, conspiracy, poisons, romance, HEA

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When Rhory's identical twin, King Tycen, is poisoned, Rhory is forced to take his place to cover up the disaster. With the help of their healer, he desperately searches for a cure while keeping the kingdom running. Even so, Rhory isn't certain he'll be able to keep up until the arrival of Prince Maya, who is not only ready to help with his specialized knowledge of plants, but is so very distracting.

Saving Tycen is only the beginning, however, as the political intrigue that put Tycen in the healer's wing must still be unraveled. Even with Prince Maya's help, Rhory isn't certain the throne, or the kingdom itself, will survive the erupting turmoil.

Twin Elements
Mell Eight © 2023
All Rights Reserved

Chapter One
“I’ve been invited to some drinking party tonight,” Rhory said with a sigh of disgust. “Don’t they realize I want to spend my evening relaxing with a book, not drinking and schmoozing for some sort of political claptrap?”
Tycen laughed. “That’s what happens when you’re the younger brother of the king.”
“By only ten minutes,” Rhory muttered angrily. “How do I tell them to leave me alone?”
“Dearest brother, why would you ever turn down an opportunity to drink to your heart’s content?” Tycen vanished into the dressing room, but his voice was still clear. “If you won’t go, then I will.”
Tycen returned to the main room and twirled around, grinning cheekily at Rhory. He had changed out of the red and gold lightweight linen robes that marked him as king, and into the deep purple and blue that marked Rhory as honored prince. The different robes were the only visual indication that designated them as two separate people. They were completely identical otherwise.
Tycen’s wide blue eyes were shining with mischief, whereas Rhory knew his were currently cold with disdain. They both had the deep blue-black hair common among the people of their country. Tycen had pulled his into two thin braids, each running from his temple to behind his ear, which kept his hair out of his face and out of the ink of the documents he worked on every day. Rhory usually used one of the ornate, jeweled clasps Mother had left him to pull his hair back into a thick bun at the back of his head.
“You realize as long as you continue to attend these blasted parties pretending to be me, I’m going to keep getting invited?” Rhory sighed, but he was already carefully detangling the clasp from his hair and holding it out for Tycen to take.
Tycen swiftly unraveled his braids. A few quick twists had his hair up in a bun, and he jabbed the clasp through to hold it all in place.
“That’s the point, brother dear. No one ever dares invite the king to little get-togethers. It’s always formal balls or meetings. You get invited to the fun things all the time!”
Rhory couldn’t refute that, but he had to add in a reminder. “Don’t forget tomorrow is Sunday. We have the prayer session at dawn.”
Tycen nodded. “I won’t forget. I probably won’t have gotten to sleep yet by then, but I promise I’ll be there.” He twirled one last time, grinning cheekily, before heading out the door.
Rhory sighed and tucked a loose bit of hair behind one ear. He settled back on the couch with his book, glad to have the rest of the evening to himself. Unfortunately, duty called, so he only relaxed an hour before heading to bed. Still, even snatching an hour after a long day was better than normal. Rhory was feeling relaxed and happy as he slid into bed, and he fell asleep quickly.
The good feelings were still there in the morning when the servant knocked on his door an hour before dawn. Rhory stretched, warm under his blankets, and let out a yawn. As much as he wanted to stay in bed, he knew if he didn’t get moving now, he would run out of time. He rolled out of bed and padded into the bathing room. Once he felt clean, he went into the dressing room, which was shared between his room and Tycen’s.
The suite of two rooms they used was actually the king’s private residence. Rhory occupied the queen’s room, the room their mother had once used before she and father passed when the cold-fire fever rampaged through the kingdom five years back. When Tycen had been forced to take Father’s room, he had asked if Rhory would take Mother’s. They had never been separated for very long, so Rhory had agreed. He knew one day Tycen would marry and Rhory would need to find other quarters, but for now they shared the space.
Except Tycen wasn’t in the dressing room, fumbling through the shelves, looking for a clean set of robes, still partially drunk. Rhory frowned and abandoned the purple set he had been holding, then headed through the other door and into Tycen’s bedroom.
The room was dark, but the bed was empty and neatly made. There was no sign Tycen had been back. Rhory pushed through the main door, his heart starting to thump loudly, hoping to see Tycen passed out on one of the couches. He wasn’t there.
Rhory swallowed hard. If Tycen had promised to be back in time for the morning ceremony, he would have kept that promise. He should have been back by now.
Rhory rushed to the suite’s main door, but then froze with his hand on the handle. No one could know Tycen was missing. The king vanishing would cause widespread panic, but his younger brother going missing wouldn’t be nearly as bad. Well, Rhory had pretended to be Tycen before, and he could do it now until Tycen was found.
Decided, Rhory took in, then let out two deep breaths. He smoothed his expression, and once he was certain he appeared outwardly calm, he pulled open the door.
The usual two guards standing there immediately straightened to attention.
“Have Captain Adda report to me at once. I have some concerns about the security of this morning’s ceremony.”
“At once, Your Majesty,” one of the guards said, bowing before turning and trotting off. Rhory nodded to the remaining guard before closing the door.
Captain Adda would arrive in a few minutes, which didn’t give Rhory a lot of time. He sprinted into his own bedroom and quickly tugged the sheets and blankets into place, trying to make it look like his bed was the one that had not been slept in. Then he rushed into the dressing room, where he yanked on a set of Tycen’s red robes. The bed in Tycen’s room took only a few moments to rumple. Rhory was standing in front of the mirror in the main sitting room, carefully braiding his hair, his breathing back to normal after the rush to set things up, when the knock came at the door.
“Enter!” Rhory called.
Captain Adda stepped inside. He bowed and waited.
“Captain, come in and close the door,” Rhory said. Adda obeyed. Once the door was firmly shut, Rhory continued. “My brother Rhory went out drinking last night. He was invited to the Blue Blaze Tavern by three minor nobles. The invitation is on the sideboard to your left,” Rhory added. He finished the first braid, tied it off, and turned to look at Adda directly. “Rhory has not returned, which is incredibly unusual. I need you to mount a discreet search party. I want him located and brought back to the palace before the end of the Sunsday ceremony.”
“At once, Your Majesty.” Captain Adda bowed, and when Rhory nodded, he turned and left the room.
Rhory hurried to finish getting ready. He couldn’t be late for the Sunsday ceremony, especially since he was going to be impersonating Tycen. Rhory schooled his face to peaceful blankness before he left the room, hoping the coming ceremony would help him push aside the worried churning in his stomach.
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When Mell Eight was in high school, she discovered dragons. Beautiful, wondrous creatures that took her on epic adventures both to faraway lands and on journeys of the heart. Mell wanted to create dragons of her own, so she put pen to paper. Mell Eight is now known for her own soaring dragons, as well as for other wonderful characters dancing across the pages of her books. While she mostly writes paranormal or fantasy stories, she has been seen exploring the real world once or twice.

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