14 April 2018

The Alamist Queen by J.S Jaeger Cover Reveal and Giveaway!






Parents to four wonderful children, Jerry and Stephanie Jaeger enjoy working together as J.S. Jaeger to write uplifting, entertaining stories. 

Jerry overcame bullying to earn his black belt in Kempo Karate. He served as a special agent for the FBI and currently works as a prosecutor. 

Stephanie ran her own accounting practice for several years before turning her focus to writing Scrolls of Zndaria with Jerry. 

Together, they are excited to bring readers of all ages into the magical world of Zndaria.








After tragedy strikes her kingdom, the king of Taycod welcomes Cenaya as one of his own. When she uncovers the secrets of her new family, her perceived perfect life begins to crumble. Now she must choose: ignore this new-found knowledge and continue living her spoiled existence or find the strength to become the leader her people need.
She must first decide who to trust. Can she rely on her mysterious father or the dazzling royal family? What of the alluring man who speaks of spreading peace across the land? And then there’s Nathanial McGray, a young man who appears out of nowhere. Her decision will determine freedom or bondage, for her and for the world of Zndaria.




First, let's take a look inside the book 
with this Excerpt

Young Cenaya’s eyes flew open. A bulky swamp creature stood over her bed. Thick leather armor covered its frog-like body. Her scream stuck in her throat. Moonlight beaming through Cenaya’s open window shined off the grob’s bulging, bloodshot eyes.
Run! Cenaya’s mind screeched. Her five-year-old body didn’t move.

The grob’s forked tongue flicked through crooked, decaying teeth. Drool dripped past its thin, green lips onto Cenaya’s nose and rolled down her cheek. The putrid smell made her stomach churn. Grabbing her by the neck, the grob lifted her away from her silky bed sheets.

Cenaya pulled at its slimy fingers. She couldn’t breathe. Soft footsteps entered her room. 

With a shriek, the creature released its grip. Cenaya fell to the ground and rolled away. The grob toppled over.


Cenaya felt a rush of relief. She recognized the arrow sticking out from the back of the grob’s armor.


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13 April 2018

New Release ~ Preordained by David L. Wallace ~


About the Book:


In the vein of Seven & The Devil’s Advocate, Art Somers is a detective tracking a serial killer in Murrells Inlet, S.C., a small-town, coastal community with deeply held spiritual and supernatural belief systems. He discovers while chasing down clues to ID the culprit that the killer has always had his family on his target list.

Things begin to unravel and materialize around and within him, calling into question his long held religious and paranormal beliefs. On the verge of apprehending the killer, he learns an irrefutable truth: Abraham, the father of faith, had to choose to either sacrifice his son or disobey a direct order from God; he must now make a choice - sacrifice his soul to save his son.





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Early Reviews:

“An expertly plotted and executed mystery, shot through with the supernatural...builds suspense effortlessly, hurtling towards a riveting conclusion.”
- Clarion Review

“Original and engaging…full of plot twists, surprises, and a substantial dash of the supernatural.”
– Publisher’s Weekly BookLife Prize in Fiction

“A gripping detective story with biblical undertones…aptly blends the horror and crime genres.”
– Kirkus Reviews


Chapter 1

From his crouched position in the woods of rural Georgetown County, South Carolina, and under the echo of his heavy breathing in the night air, he watched his favorite family’s movements inside their small brown home.

After much thought about the impression his outfit would make, he’d decided it was festive enough for the occasion. The complete ensemble consisted of a red and black head mask, aligned perfectly to the holes for his eyes, nose, and mouth and a form-fitting, black bodysuit with white wings painted on the back.

For years, he’d contemplated a befitting name for himself and finally settled on Star of David killer. He liked the way the alias reverberated in his head. It revealed a lot. It concealed everything. It hinted at his purpose and yet – it withheld the true essence of his aspirations, keeping them covered in a shroud of secrecy. He hoped an insightful reporter would have an epiphany and bestow that nickname on him. It was far more interesting than the one his parents had given him at birth. He breathed deep and exhaled slowly, taking in the ambience of the moment. He flexed his muscles. It was time to initiate the events that would lead everyone to recognize him by his self-appointed moniker.

He clenched and released his toes on each of his hospital footie–covered feet. Through the sheer curtains of the dimly lit dwelling, he watched the boy pick up the used plates from the table, which signaled the parents and their twelve-year-old son had finished their dinner. He knew them well. He’d cased their dwelling for years, observing every nuance of their behavior. He sat flushed as he watched them for the last time, shivering from time to time from the thrill of the thought of what he was about to do.

The music of the bullfrogs kept him company, along with the thought that all he’d longed for, all that he was meant to be, was about to be on full display on the world stage in a matter of hours. Like Heinz ketchup, he’d been waiting in anticipation for a long time for this moment.

He glanced at the scavengers in the clear sky above him, each casting its shadow across the moon as it circled. They were his favorite creatures—the redheaded, black-feathered, and partially white-winged turkey vultures of the Carolina skies. His outfit mimicked theirs. The birds squawked in the sky, seeming to know his plan for that evening. They’d followed his vehicle from his home until he’d parked, and now they circled directly above him. He could feel their hunger and impatience.

The boy walked outside his home and scraped the remains of their dinner plates into a slop bucket on the back porch. He picked up the hog’s food and headed out to the pigpen, which was located near the backend of their yard.

The Star of David killer watched the boy make his evening trek on pigeon-toed feet that turned inward with each step. Ever since the infant pigs were born, the boy fed the adult male hog an extra feeding at night to prevent him from dining on his offspring. That’s right, the daddy hog actually ate his own children. What a disgusting breed of animal.
The overhead undertakers began to shriek and shrill as the boy moved across his lawn, their voices echoing in the night.

The boy jumped at their sound and looked to the skies. He stared into the woods directly below them.

The Star of David killer remained as still as a stone as the kid’s gaze seemed to linger on him for a moment. The last thing he needed was for the boy to detect his presence and yell out for his daddy. The papa of the family had an itchy twelve-gauge finger that he didn’t want to deal with that evening.

Seemingly satisfied, the boy stopped searching the woods and continued his walk.
The Star of David Killer glanced overhead at the vultures, angry with them for almost giving away his position. For their carelessness, they wouldn’t be feeding on his handiwork that evening, and if they didn’t atone for their misstep, they wouldn’t partake in any of the festivities on his planned itinerary.

This was the first night—the evening of his coming-out party and the kickoff of his personal pilgrimage. It was the acknowledgment that the presence within him, who had compelled him to plan and now execute the initial steps of his mission, had chosen the right vehicle for the job.

He felt something biting him on his lower legs. Glancing down, he saw by the light of the rear porch that ants were advancing up his calves. He remained silent and didn’t move, not wanting to sound the alarm that he was out there in the dark. A small green garden snake slithered out of the brush toward him. He stepped on it and crushed its head.

The grunting male hog reveled in the slop the boy had dumped into his pen. The female hog stood to the side with her five remaining piglets cowering under her.

The killer frowned at the stench of the hogs. It wasn’t the last smell he wanted on his mind before he began his body of work. To get past it, he closed his eyes and thought of the fragrances inside the boy’s family home, smells that he knew all too well. He’d spent many nights there while they slept, enjoying their scents, with his favorites being the individual smell of each of their worn clothing. The laundry room was a treasure trove of delights. Each of the family members left their own unique and enjoyable stains in their underwear. He’d gotten to know the other families in just as much detail, meticulously taking in their routines and schedules, getting to know every nuance of each of them.

He removed his blade from his waistband and watched Rueben, his first victim, as he rinsed out the slop bucket with a water hose attached to the rear of his home. He squeezed the black-handled blade. The paring knife felt perfect in his hand, after having gone through an exhaustive testing process to find the right cutting instrument—one with just the right shape and size for optimal carving control against a moving body. He’d practiced his skills with it for many hours, initially on cantaloupes, cucumbers, and other fruits and vegetables, until he’d graduated to successful tests on small gerbils, kittens, and puppies he’d purchased at various pet stores.

Finally, the lights went out in the shack. It was time. As usual, Rueben’s parents were more than likely already fast asleep. Rueben, on the other hand, should be wide-awake in his darkened room, surfing Internet porn sites by the light of his laptop. The little fella loved to look at online pussy, but he wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy any.

As the final step of his preparation process, he extracted a bottle of removable glue from the front waistband of his outfit and placed another coat over his hands. It was an additional layer to guard against him leaving fingerprints behind, but he knew he didn’t need to worry on that score. Over the past year, he’d used razor blades every month to remove the top layer of skin on each of his fingertips, making them as smooth as a baby’s ass.

He had no fingerprints.

He could’ve easily used gloves, but he wanted to touch them, to feel his prey with his bare hands. He blew on the glue until it dried. Satisfied, he stood, stretched his legs and approached Rueben’s home on silent feet.

He hadn’t troubled himself to brush the ants from his lower torso. The stinging sensation of their bites would serve as a reminder that before that evening, he was once human.


About the Author:


Before publishing his debut novel in 2016, he served over 27 years as an information technology professional working initially for the US Navy, and then the Department of the Navy and various fortune companies. He’s a UCLA writing program alumnus who writes mystery thrillers and children stories. He has three wonderful kids who he enjoys immensely. Writing is his passion and his goal with each story is to capture the imagination in the opening pages and keep it engaged to the story’s riveting conclusion.




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11 April 2018

The next book in Olivia Hardin's Rawley Family Romances is finally here!


The next book in Olivia Hardin's Rawley Family Romances is finally here!

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Can one broken soul save another?
ALL THE WRONG REASONS by Olivia Hardin Available NOW: https://www.books2read.com/ATWR BLURB: Geneva Rawley is broken. All of her hopes and dreams for a future ended the night the only man who ever loved her was killed in a tragic car accident. And it was completely her fault. The guilt of what happened is a burden that is slowly suffocating her, and finding relief in a bottle seems her only solution... until she meets Rhys. Rhys Connor knows addiction, and he knows brokenness. He’s been down that road, and he knows that it’s nothing short of a miracle that he found his way back from it. That’s why he’s spent the last several years helping to rescue others from that precipice. When an AA buddy asks him to talk to his struggling cousin, he feels more than up to the task. But the moment Rhys lays eyes on Geneva, he knows she's the one he's been waiting his whole life to find. Can one broken soul save another from destroying herself, or will they both go down in flames?

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Plus, Olivia has a BIG surprise! The next Rawley Romance just arrived today too!

You can grab it individually, or if you need to catch up on the ENTIRE second half of the Rawley stories, get Volume II of the Rawley Family Romances today too!

A bridesmaid caught up in dream. A stranger looking to fulfill all her fantasies.

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About the Author

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When Olivia Hardin began having strange movie-like dreams in her teens, she had no choice but to begin putting them to paper. Before long the writing bug had her and she knew she wanted to be a published author. Several rejections plus a little bit of life later, and she was temporarily “cured” of the urge to write. That is until she met a group of talented and fabulous writers who gave her the direction and encouragement she needed to get lost in the words again. Olivia’s attended three different universities over the years and toyed with majors in Computer Technology, English, History and Geology. Then one day she heard the term road scholar and she knew that was what she wanted to be. Now she “studies” anything and everything just for the joy of learning. She's also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and she’s sometimes accused of being artistic. A native Texas girl, Olivia lives in the beautiful Lone Star state with her husband, Danny and their puppy, Bonnie.

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03 April 2018

Perfectly Misunderstood by Robin Daniels Book Spotlight and Giveaway!



Synopsis: Jayden Valdez is an overachieving intellectual. Mike McGinnes is Franklin High School’s
dumbest jock. Even though they barely know each other, she finds his personality repulsive and he
thinks she’s got a giant stick up her you know what. Mike and Jayden are surprised and annoyed
when their teacher pairs them together for Spanish tutoring. Both feel it’s a complete waste of time,
since nobody could learn from a person who bugs the crap out of them. Not to mention that their
reputations might be ruined if people realize what they’re doing. But it doesn’t take long for Jayden
to discover that Mike has a secret—he isn’t the person he appears to be. Much to her dismay, Jayden
finds 'Secret Mike' strangely attractive. And for some crazy reason, Mike is amused by Jayden’s clever
insults and witty banter. Suddenly, they have a much bigger problem than their mutual disdain.
What started as irritating tension is beginning to feel more like romantic tension and acting on it
would be a very bad idea.
Excerpt (Mike): Jayden’s glare intensified, and I could tell she was sending me mental death threats.
Eventually, she gave up and sat down across from me. “Was that so hard?” I asked.
“About as hard as you head.”
“I have harder parts than my head,” I countered. Her eyes grew wide at the implication. I let
her stew for a second before lifting my sleeve and flexing my bicep. “You think that’s hard?
You should see my abs.” I’d said it as a joke, but it was basically true.
She was surprised for the briefest moment, then she grunted. “How Cro-Magnon of you.”
“Your grunt suggests you’re familiar with the genotype on a personal level.” I smirked.
Jayden’s eyes narrowed. “At least I’ve evolved. Your face suggests that you haven’t yet.”
I tsked in good nature. “Your face might be prettier than mine, but your manners prove you
haven’t evolved as much as you think.”
About the Author: Robin Daniels is a sixteen-year-old trapped in a middle-aged body.
She's married to an amazing guy and has five cute but crazy kids. When she's not chasing
children or writing books, she's coaching volleyball or working on her blog. She tries to read as
much as possible, but often gets distracted by Netflix. Robin's favorites include napping, dessert,
pedicures, Christmas, Arizona winters, and Diet Coke.
Robin’s Links:
Buy Perfectly Misunderstood: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B4DWNLH
Giveaway Details: Runs the whole month of April. Winner will be selected on May first and
receive signed paperback copies of all 4 books in the series, along with a $50 Amazon e-gift card.
Physical copies are only available for a winner in the US. For a winner outside of the US, e-books
will be substituted for paperbacks.
Giveaway Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/e6a2cde211/?

29 March 2018

Have you Pre-ordered the Last King by Katee Robert yet?

Have you Pre-ordered THE LAST KING yet?
Ultra wealthy and super powerful, the King family is like royalty
in Texas. But who will keep the throne? New York Times bestselling
author Katee Robert introduces a red-hot new series.

Pre-order THE LAST KING and add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads! Then keep reading to
get a sneak peek excerpt and enter the giveaway for one of ten (10) print copies of THE LAST KING!

Title: The Last King
Author: Katee Robert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2018
Publisher: Forever
Series: The Kings
Page Count: 336 pages
Format: Digital
ASIN: B074M69QLF
ISBN: 978-1455597109
Synopsis:

THE MAN SHE HATES TO LOVE
Beckett King just inherited his father's fortune, his company-and all his enemies. If he's going to stay
on top, he needs someone he can trust beside him. And though they've been rivals for years, there's no
one he trusts more than Samara Mallick.

The rebel. That's how Samara has always thought of Beckett. And he's absolutely living up to his
unpredictable ways when he strides into her office and asks for help. She can't help wondering if it's a l
egit request or just a ploy to get her into bed. Not that she'd mind either one. After all, she likes to live
on the edge too.

But soon the threats to the King empire are mounting, and the two find family secrets darker than
they ever imagined and dangerous enough to get them both killed.
Praise for The Last King:


“Top Pick! Beckett and Samara are a fantastic, modern couple. They clash in the boardroom and the
bedroom, are total equals, and their bring-it-on spirit makes every interaction lively and exciting —
whether clothes are on or off. ... The heart of this romance is the development of trust between Beckett
and Samara, and Robert expertly unfolds it, revealing the emotional connection on both sides under t
he flash and fire of their irresistible chemistry. 4 1/2 stars.”—RT Book Reviews


Available at:  
Amazon: http://bit.ly/TheLastKingAmazon
Enter to win one of ten (10) print copies of THE LAST KING!
ENTER HERE http://bit.ly/2unJYbK
The Last King Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Katee Robert
What were you thinking about just then?” His gaze fell to her mouth. “Never mind. You don’t
have to tell me. It’s written all over your face.”
She licked her lips as he stepped closer, as he backed her against the wall and bracketed her in
with his hands on either side of her head. He felt bigger in this position, as if his shoulders
could block out the very sun. You have to get him to back off. You’re too close. She leaned
against the wall, the move arching her back just a little. Beckett’s gaze dropped to where her
breasts pressed against her blouse, and he dragged in an unsteady breath. As if he was using
every ounce of willpower not to touch her. He dragged his eyes up to meet hers. “You were
thinking about that night.”
She could deny it, but it would be pointless. “Yeah.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, he moved one hand to sift his fingers through her hair. When she didn’t
immediately answer, he leaned closer yet. “I think about it, too.” He trailed his fingers through
her hair until he reached her shoulder and his thumb dipped beneath the fabric of her shirt.
“All the fucking time.” He dropped his hand farther, the tips of his fingers tracing over her
breast in a touch so light she was half sure she imagined it.
Might have convinced herself she imagined it if her entire body wasn’t tuned to his in that
moment.
Touch me.
As if reading her thoughts, he shifted closer, his leg sliding between hers. The move forced her
skirt up as she spread her legs to accommodate his thigh. Higher and higher until he was firmly
pressed against her clit. It throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and it was everything she could
do not to rub on his thigh like a mindless version of herself.
She felt mindless. Samara gave up her determination not to touch him. She couldn’t wrap her
legs around his waist because of her damn skirt, but she ran her hands up his chest. “We can’t.”
“I know.” But he didn’t stop. He slid his hands down to her ass, urging her to grind against his
thigh. Slowly, so incredibly slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He dragged his mouth
over her collarbone, the faint rasp of whiskers drawing a whimper from her lips.
Samara dug her fingers into his hair, and he went still. Waiting. She pulled him up and took his
mouth the way she’d wanted to since she’d snuck out of that hotel room six months before. She
flicked his tongue with hers, teasing him even as he resumed the delicious movement between
them again. Yes, yes, do that, don’t stop.
Beckett let her have control for all of two seconds, and then he deepened the kiss, pressing her
more firmly against the wall. He took with his mouth even as he gave with his body, hitching
her higher until her toes barely touched the floor and she was completely at his mercy. Pleasure
sparked through her, and she kissed him harder. It wasn’t enough, might never be enough, but
she couldn’t stop.
Not when she knew that, as good as this was, what came next was even better.


About Katee Robert
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her
grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews
named it 'a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and tension."  When
not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games
with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable
zombie apocalypse. 


Connect with Katee at: Website | Facebook | Twitter| GoodReads | Instagram





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