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 A SPECTACLE OF SOULS
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(Circus of the Stolen Book 1)
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 by Jessica Julien
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Pub. Date: July 7, 2020
Publisher: Bleeding Ink Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 268
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Caitlyn always thought she was just your average small-town waitress, but she’s
anything but average. Suffering from frequent headaches and vivid daydreams,
her oddities mask a secret hidden deep within her mind—one that could defeat
even the cleverest of psychics.
When a mysterious circus arrives in town, Caitlyn is immediately drawn to it. While
visiting the hypnotic show, she meets a seer who warns her of a gruesome future
and urges her to stay away. But soon, Caitlyn finds herself ensnared in the
show and the Ringmaster himself.
Recognizing Caitlyn’s powers for what they are, and believing they are the ones he has been
searching for, the Ringmaster is determined to claim them as his own. Trapped
within the circus and the Ringmaster’s devious grip, Caitlyn realizes that to
escape the seer’s foretold fate, her only choice is to fight. Banding together
with Bevier, an imprisoned psychic, Meg, an eccentric seamstress, and Daniel, a
handsome magician, Caitlyn falls into the Psychic Realm to thwart the
Ringmaster and stop the show before they succumb to his control and are trapped
forever in his spectacle of souls.
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Excerpt:
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Sitting against the velvety pillow, Caitlyn saw they had a perfect view of the stage.
They were close enough that she could practically reach out and grasp whoever
walked on to perform, yet far enough away to feel as though she couldn’t. It
was an odd feeling of being close, far, high, and low it made her head spin
with the gentle beat of music surrounding her.
The boy handed them each a glass from his tray. “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Caitlyn said, taking hers and handing one to Vanessa.
“I’ll be back shortly if you need anything else,” he said, giving Vanessa a wink.
“And so it begins!” Vanessa held her glass to cheers with Caitlyn.
Tapping her glass to Vanessa’s, Caitlyn laughed, drinking her shot. The deep crimson liquid
tasted like ripe cherries—not tart like the ones used in pies, but the juicy
and deep ones that leave behind stains on your fingers.
All the lights flashed twice, the music rose in volume, and the Ringmaster, dressed in
a blood red suit, walked onto the stage. Cheers rang from the audience as he
bowed multiple times, his arms outstretched toward the crowd.
“Welcome, welcome,” he began. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming back tonight
for our show. We hope you brought your appetite, for tonight we have a
thrilling routine that will surely delight, and leave you feeling anything but
uptight.” He paused as the audience tittered. Caitlyn smiled at the continuous
bad rhymes.
“So, relax. Enjoy! And drink up!” The Ringmaster shouted.
The baby-faced boy, Ian, returned, his hand outstretched with two larger glasses
filled with amber liquid. One by one, the audience raised their glasses to the
stage. Caitlyn and Vanessa mimicked their spirit.
“Tonight, we fill our night with fire and magic!” The Ringmaster clapped and immediately
every light snapped off leaving them in utter darkness. Caitlyn felt her body
tense as a sudden fear tickled the back of her skull. She had never been afraid
of the dark before but her hand shook, and she found herself searching for a
ping of light—anything to give her a sense of grounding as she felt herself drowning
in blackness. An image began to form within her vision but a gong rang out
pulling her back to the show. With a whispering whoosh, all
their raised glasses caught fire creating small torches that lit the arena like
fireflies.
Caitlyn let out her breath and blinked away the hazy image. She gasped as the stage began
to burn in thick flames; yet, no heat cast itself into the audience.
A wave of awe rushed through the arena and out of the dancing flames came two figures,
both slender and tall, moving with the blaze. Drifting back toward their
escape, the flames rolled flat, lashing out at the dancers who now stood
center.
Wearing nothing but tight leather bikini bottoms that glistened in the firelight, a
female figure stood. Glitter dotted her body, covering her nipples enough to be
censored, and her long obsidian hair pulled tight against her angelic face. As
she moved, the braid twisted around her body like a snake. Her arms, laced with
gold bracelets, moved gracefully with the flames while her bare feet padded
against the flame ridden stage. She flipped, tumbled, and spun around, while
fire danced up and down her body, licking at any exposed skin.
In perfect unison, her male partner—lathered in oil and wearing shorts that left nothing
to the imagination—cartwheeled and carried her from one end of the stage to the
next. As he lifted her into the air—throwing her high above the stage—his slick
skin tightened and contracted, allowing the audience to swoon at his perfectly
toned body that even Hercules would be envious of. Flames danced up and down
his body, wrapping themselves around his bald head, and obeyed his every
command.
Still holding their smoldering drinks, Caitlyn felt that the glass itself was not
actually getting warmer. She slid her finger through the flame, feeling it’s
cool burn.
“Whoa!” She smiled at Vanessa who attempted the same feat.
“Raise your glasses,” the flaming woman yelled in a heavy Italian accent, “and toast to the
fire god.”
Saluti,” the man shouted as a gong bellowed.
Saluti!” The audience answered, drinking their fire.
Caitlyn burst with energy as the chilled liquid coated her throat like a menthol cough
drop. Her entire body shivered and without thinking, she shouted “another” as
Ian passed. Handing her two more shots, she toasted Vanessa and downed another
liquid cold fire that left a numbness in her mouth, but a fire in her belly.
The dancers entertained them with flaming swords and blazing hula hoops. They manipulated
fire, transforming it into snake-like creatures that struck out at the audience
making them gasp for more. They danced together, as if competing for their
lives among the flames and grasped the other in places that made Caitlyn blush,
blowing flames instead of kisses onto their bodies. Just as the Ringmaster had
said, it was turning from chaotic to slightly erotic, and yet, Caitlyn couldn’t
look away.
As the stage began to dim leaving an ember-like glow, the dancers allowed a single flame to
envelop them. It clung to their bodies and receded, leaving only the female
dancer behind who now appeared wearing a tiny red sequined top hat and leotard
with a severe neckline. She curtsied to the audience as a thick rope fell from
the ceiling which she pulled gently. Nothing happened.
Motioning that she had an idea, she pointed at a man sitting directly in front of her.
Waving him up, he climbed onto the stage attempting to avoid any lingering
flames.
With her thin arms, she positioned his hands on the rope, motioning for him to tug. He
jerked it once, and still, nothing happened. The fire dancer made a sad face,
and the audience booed.
“You’re going to have to do better than that!” She patted him on the back. “Come on
everyone, cheer him on!”
Caitlyn and Vanessa screamed with those around them, giving him all the encouragement he
needed and watched as he put all his weight into it. Suddenly, an echoing rip rang
through the audience and the cord fell. In a slow motion blur, the ceiling
began to catch fire and spread quickly, leaving behind the twinkling night sky,
filled with shooting stars.
A hush fell over the crowd, if from terror or wonderment, the reason was unclear.
What Caitlyn thought were shooting stars, were actually falling ash that drifted down to the
audience. A piece landed on her arm. It was cool, like a drop of rain, and left
behind a shimmering hue on her skin as she brushed it off.
A moment later, the sky began to concave toward the stage like a rush of water being
freed from a blockage. The falling stars turned into fireballs, colliding with
the ground while the audience sat in their glow, gasping and holding their
breath and as the final flame reached the platform and died out, a murmur
started in the audience.
“What just happened?” Vanessa asked, turning toward Caitlyn, her face speckled with
stardust.
“I think—” Caitlyn began but stopped as the stage began to shift.
The glitter vibrated and lifted, rippling out from the center like a rock being thrown into
a serene pond.
Everyone tittered in anticipation, their seats vibrating with the commotion before them.
Vanessa gripped Caitlyn’s hand as the stage exploded, covering everyone in
stardust.
After a second of silence, the audience erupted in laughter as it fell like fresh snow,
tickling their skin.
Rising from the remaining ashes, like a newborn Phoenix, Daniel proudly stood center stage.
His bedazzled suit threw speckled light off him like a disco ball, bouncing
from side to side. Removing his top hat, he bowed to the audience. They
clapped, standing in ovation at the magic before them.
“Thank you! Thank you all for being here tonight for this magical delight.”
Everyone chuckled. Caitlyn felt herself blush as Daniel made eye contact with her, his
smile pulling into a wide stage grin.
“What you just witnessed was nothing more than hypnotic magic as you are all under my
control.” He stopped as the crowd gasped then replaced his top hat. “With the
clap of my hands, everything you thought you saw will vanish,” he said,
lowering his voice. Daniel lifted his hands and clapped.
Caitlyn blinked as if waking from a dream, and realized that they all sat in the
original, stardust-less arena. No flames coated the stage, nothing glistened in
the moonlight above them, and the big top had not exploded into the
night—everything sat untouched.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Caitlyn said, clapping loudly along with the
audience.
Vanessa smiled back. “I can’t believe it! It felt so real.”
“Thank you. Thank you!” Daniel bowed. “Now, if you could all reach into your pocket and
pull out what’s in there. Oh, no. You don’t have a pocket?” He pointed to a
woman who wore a slinky blue dress.
“Well, reach down in front there,” he said, motioning for her to reach between her breasts.
“See if—Oh, see, there it is!” He laughed. “Everyone please, pull out the card
and raise them high.”
Caitlyn reached into her shorts pocket and felt a thin piece of cardboard. Pulling it
out, she saw she held the two of hearts and lifted it high into the air.
“Alright, great! Now, keep your arms up if you hold a card higher than a four.”
Caitlyn lowered her hand and saw confusion cross Daniel’s face. His eyes had been on
her, waiting to see what she would do. Vanessa sat at the edge of her seat, her
arm up straight.
“Now, keep your arm up if you have a card in the spade family.”
Half of the hands fell.
“Okay,” he said rubbing his hands together. “We are getting there.”
The audience chattered with laughter.
“Keep them up if you have a card of spades that is higher than an eight.”
Only a dozen hands remained taut—one of which was Vanessa’s.
“Higher than a ten.”
Another four or five hands fell. Caitlyn looked wide-eyed at Vanessa who bounced at the edge
of her seat.
“Higher than a queen?”
Two hands remained.
“But not an Ace.”
One hand lowered.
“We have a winner!”
The audience clapped.
“Please, come down to the stage, the lovely lady with the King of Spades!”
Vanessa screamed with joy as she jumped to her feet. “Oh my goodness!
That’s me! I never win anything.” She squeezed Caitlyn’s arm before bounding
down to the stage.
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About Jessica:

 

Born in the
picturesque state of Washington, Jessica Julien is the marketing director of a
boutique publishing company, a stay at home mom, wife, and wanderluster. When
not drafting marketing plans or doing laundry, she spends her time writing
young adult and new adult novels focused on the paranormal and supernatural
inspired by her love of all things dark and twisty. With her vivacious
imagination, witty personality, and ability to bring sarcasm to a new level
Jessica creates unique worlds and characters that readers can’t help but hate
to love and love to hate.
In her free time, Jessica can be found enjoying a cup of dark roasted coffee while
snuggling under a blanket with a good book. When the weather is right she hops
in the car with her husband, son, and dogs to road trip across the country
where she delights in eating red vines, drinking iced lattes, and singing
loudly in the passenger seat.
P.S She loves pumpkins, her dogs, the rain, eating food, being snarky, and staying away
from all people if possible…but she won’t tell you that because her bio is
already TOO LONG so find her on social media to learn more…
P.S.S
Jessica Julien loves coffee so much she mentioned it twice, it does not mean
she has a problem. She can stop anytime she wants (*whispers) she doesn’t want
to!


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Fowl Murder: A Cozy Mystery with a Determined Female Amateur Sleuth

A Kenya Kanga Mystery

by Victoria Tait

Fowl Murder: A Cozy Mystery with a Determined Female Amateur Sleuth (A Kenya Kanga Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Publisher: Kanga Press (July 21, 2020)
ebook, 190 pages
Digital ASIN: B089RRXBC1

A shooting on the savannah. A tragedy she’d rather forget. When past and present collide, will she survive to see her future?
Kenya, 2016. Semi-retired vet Rose Hardie just wants to enjoy her golden years and care for her disabled husband. But her peace of mind shatters when a forgotten confidant returns and reopens a case where Rose pulled the trigger. With her memories of the poacher’s shocking death flooding back, she barely catches her breath before her childhood friend is brutally murdered.

 

Braving blackmail and entrenched corruption, the tireless woman dives headfirst into helping the victim’s son solve the crime. But when the lead suspect is killed, Rose’s plans for a peaceful life end up dead and buried…

 

As her own traumatic history unravels, can Rose catch a killer before she becomes the next victim?

 

Foul Murder is the first book in the compelling Kenya Kanga Mystery series. If you like determined heroines, unpredictable twists and turns, and vivid African settings, then you’ll love Victoria Tait’s pulse-pounding tale.

 

About Victoria Tait

Victoria Tait is an exciting new author launching her Kenya Kanga Mystery series.  She’s drawn on 8 years living in rural Kenya with her family to transport her readers to a world of curiosity, community and conspiracy.  The Kenya Kanga Mystery series brings to life the beauty of the Kenyan landscape, the magic of its wildlife and the warmth of its people.

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Monstrumologist

by Rick Yancey

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Genre: Horror / Historical

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These are the secrets I have kept. This is the trust I never betrayed. But he is dead now and has been for more than forty years, the one who gave me his trust, the one for whom I kept these secrets. The one who saved me . . . and the one who cursed me.

So starts the diary of Will Henry, orphaned assistant to Dr. Pellinore Warthorpe, a man with a most unusual specialty: monstrumology, the study of monsters. In his time with the doctor, Will has met many a mysterious late-night visitor, and seen things he never imagined were real. But when a grave robber comes calling in the middle of the night with a gruesome find, he brings with him their most deadly case yet.

A gothic tour de force that explores the darkest heart of man and monster and asks the question: When does man become the very thing he hunts?

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This one grabbed me from the synopsis and I ordered a print copy. Just now found it hidden in a pile of books in my guest bedroom. You can bet I won’t be letting it get buried again!

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Tea & Treachery

A Tea By The Sea Mystery

by Vicki Delany


Tea & Treachery (Tea by the Sea Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Publisher: Kensington (July 28, 2020)
Hardcover: 304 pages
ISBN-10: 1496725069
ISBN-13: 978-1496725066
Digital ASIN: B07ZPKGT3R

In this charming new cozy mystery series from nationally bestselling author, Vicki Delany, a New York City expat-turned-Cape Cod tea shop owner must solve the murder of a local real estate developer to help her feisty grandmother out of a jam . . .

 

As the proud proprietor and head pastry chef of Tea by the Sea, a traditional English tearoom on the picturesque bluffs of Cape Cod, Roberts has her hands full, often literally. But nothing keeps her busier than steering her sassy grandmother, Rose, away from trouble. Rose operates the grand old Victorian B & B adjacent to Lily’s tea shop . . . for now. An aggressive real estate developer, Jack Ford, is pushing hard to rezone nearby land, with an eye toward building a sprawling golf resort, which would drive Rose and Lily out of business.

 

Tempers are already steaming, but things really get sticky when Ford is found dead at the foot of Rose’s property and the police think she had something to do with his dramatic demise. Lily can’t let her grandmother get burned by a false murder charge. So she starts her own investigation and discovers Ford’s been brewing bad blood all over town, from his jilted lover to his trophy wife to his shady business partners. Now, it’s down to Lily to stir up some clues, sift through the suspects, and uncover the real killer before Rose is left holding the tea bag.

 

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Vicki Delany is one of Canada’s most prolific and varied crime writers and a national bestseller in the U.S. She has written more than thirty-five books: clever cozies to Gothic thrillers to gritty police procedurals, to historical fiction and novellas for adult literacy. She is currently writing four cozy mystery series: the Tea by the Sea mysteries for Kensington, the Sherlock Holmes Bookshop series for Crooked Lane Books, the Year Round Christmas mysteries for Penguin Random House, and the Lighthouse Library series (as Eva Gates) for Crooked Lane.

Vicki is a past president of the Crime Writers of Canada and co-founder and organizer of the Women Killing It Crime Writing Festival. She is the 2019 recipient of the Derrick Murdoch award for contributions to Canadian crime writing. Vicki lives in Prince Edward County, Ontario.

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Why Can’t Freshman Summer Be Like Pizza?
Andy V. Roamer
(The Pizza Chronicles #2)
Publication date: June 1st 2020
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

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RV, having successfully completed his freshman year at the demanding Boston Latin School, is hoping for a great summer. He’s now fifteen years old and looking forward to sharing many languid summer days with his friend Bobby, who’s told him he has gay feelings too. But life and family and duties for a son of immigrant parents makes it difficult to steal time away with Bobby.

Bobby, too, has pressures. He spends part of the summer away at football camp, and his father pushes him to work a summer job at a friend’s accounting firm. Bobby takes the job grudgingly, wanting to spend any extra time practicing the necessary skills to make Latin’s varsity football team.

On top of everything, RV’s best friend Carole goes away for the summer, jumping at an opportunity to spend it with her father in Paris. Luckily, there is always Mr. Aniso, RV’s Latin teacher, to talk to whenever RV is lonely. He’s also there for RV when he inadvertently spills one of Bobby’s secrets, and Bobby is so angry RV is afraid he is ready to cut off the friendship.

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After dinner tonight Dad asked me to help him prepare for the test. Yay! He’s finally stopped procrastinating. When I walked into his little study he was flipping through the test-prep booklet. But he didn’t look like he was studying. Instead he was turning the pages haphazardly and frowning. No, scowling is more like it. That’s more powerful than frowning, right? Kind of like frowning to the umpteenth power.

When he saw me he put the book down and started complaining again. About a lot of things. He told me that the immigration process was all a money-making racket. That it showed the country didn’t really want immigrants. That trying to become a citizen the honest way was foolish because there were easier, dishonest ways to do it. That he’d never learn all the questions no matter how hard he tried.

I just stood there not knowing what to say. Dad just can’t help himself, can he? Why does he get into his complaining mode so easily? We get so sick of it. And I knew what he’d say next—that he might just pack his bags and go back to the Old Country.

“Good. Then go!” Mom says when she gets exasperated with him at times like this. Ray and I aren’t brave enough to say anything. Correction. I’m not brave enough to say anything. Ray isn’t afraid. Of course he often gets a good wallop for talking back to Dad, but maybe the pleasure of talking back outweighs any physical pain he feels on his ass.

Dad suddenly stopped talking as if he noticed me for the first time. He took a deep breath, asked me to sit down, and handed me the prep booklet. Good, at least he’s going to try, I said to myself.

He told me to ask him some questions. I found the pages with test questions and we started. I tried to ask Dad easy questions first, to give him a boost. Questions like “Who’s the current President?” and “What’s the ocean on the western side of the United States?”

Dad got those questions right. Progress! But he’s got a long way to go because when we got to the harder questions, he either shook his head or gave the wrong answer. I can see I’ll have my work cut out for me for the rest of the summer. Another little chunk of summer gone. It feels weird, like I’m the parent and Dad is the child. But I do want both Mom and Dad to become citizens, so Dad will stop talking about going back to the Old Country.

Dad was quiet again after he couldn’t answer the harder questions. He was staring off into space, not looking angry anymore. Instead he looked lost. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to leave and I didn’t. Here was this big guy I’m usually so afraid of looking like a little kid. A lost little kid.

Ar nori sustoti?” I asked. “Do you want to stop?” I told him we could continue another time.

He looked at me. “Nežinau.” “I don’t know.” He kept staring at me, but he wasn’t really focusing on me. It was as if he was looking through me, focusing on something far way. I asked him again if he wanted to stop.

He ignored my question and shrugged. “Gal šitas kraštas ne man.” “Maybe this country is not for me.” He kept repeating it. “Gal šitas kraštas ne man.”

He stopped and asked me what I had just said. I told him I didn’t say anything. I was just waiting for him to continue. He nodded and told me to ask him some more questions. But I could tell he wasn’t into it, and he kept getting most of the answers wrong.

I don’t know how long we both stayed there going over that dumb booklet. Dad’s thoughts were somewhere far away and we didn’t make much progress.

I finally mumbled something like, “Okay, I’ve got to do things for Mom. We can continue this another time.”

He nodded, still staring out into space. I slunk out of room, glad to leave.

But I was still thinking about Dad. Seeing him so sad got me really upset. I had never seen him like that. I felt bad for him. And for me too. Dad and I would have to work extra hard to pass that test. I’m determined to work as hard as we need to. There is no way I’m going let him take us back to Old Country. I’m still struggling to fit in here in my own country, which is hard enough.

Author Andy V. Roamer

Andy V. Roamer grew up in the Boston area and moved to New York City after college. He worked in book publishing for many years, starting out in the children’s and YA books division and then wearing many other hats. WHY CAN’T LIFE BE LIKE PIZZA? is the first novel in THE PIZZA CHRONICLES. The books follow the exploits of RV, the teenage son of immigrants from Lithuania in Eastern Europe, as RV tries to negotiate the four years of his demanding high school, his budding sexuality, and new relationships. To relax, Andy loves to ride his bike, read, watch foreign and independent movies, and travel.

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Spent Identity

by Marlene M. Bell

on Tour August 1-31, 2020

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Farm For Sale. 360-acre lot with ranch-style home. Refurbished barn. Corpse not included.

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To find her missing aunt, she has to unearth the secrets of the past. But lies and deceit run through the very heart of their town…

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What started out as a promising relationship with adventurer and tycoon Alec Zavos has fizzled into an uncertain future for antiquities expert Annalisse Drury. Returning to Walker Farm in Upstate New York to see her Aunt Kate should have been a welcome homecoming and distraction. Instead, she finds the childhood home she expected to inherit is for sale, without her permission. What’s worse, Kate’s ranch manager makes a gruesome discovery in the barn: the body of an unidentified man, dead by foul play.

Annalisse turns to Alec for help. She and her aunt shelter on his estate in the Catskills while the authorities canvass the scene. But when Kate herself disappears without a trace, Annalisse fears the worst: that one of the many secrets of her hometown has ensnared her family—a secret someone is willing to kill for to keep hidden.

 

 

Genre: Mystery Published by: Ewephoric Publishing Publication Date: December 11th 2019 Number of Pages: 378 ISBN: 0999539426 (ISBN13: 9780999539422) Series: Annalisse Series #2 || This is a Stand-Alone novel but the reader may gain more about the character’s past if they pick up the first book.

Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

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…from chapter fifteen   She caught a glimpse of Bill’s scarred neck and considered prying. “May I ask a personal question?” “Sure.” He steered the next turn. “I’ll answer if I can.” “Did you get burned?” He rubbed the side of his neck as if to soothe a haunting memory. “I used to be a fireman. Got caught in a seven-story roof collapse. Almost bought it.” He tapped cruise control and slid his shoe off the accelerator. An injured fireman with a near-death experience turned private investigator made more sense to her now. Bill didn’t fit the cookie-cutter-investigator type. They hit smooth asphalt in the cross into Sullivan County. Annalisse relished the soothing hum from the roadway. At the county border, they passed a renovated eighteenth-century church refurbished into a modern brick farmhouse. The original belfry and bell sat atop the gable roof at the midpoint, with a new masonry chimney erected on one side near the redwood decking. She hadn’t noticed it the first time with Woody. “What a horrible experience for you, Bill. I’m sorry. Alec didn’t mention it.” “We don’t talk about it much. For a bunch of reasons.” Bill fiddled with a tabloid-size newspaper wedged next to the console. “My hours are better now anyway.” He chuckled, rolling the newsprint into a tube and blowing into it. “A gossip rag? Haven’t read any juicy dirt in a while. I could use a laugh.” She reached for the paper, expecting him to hand it to her. “Boring issue.” Bill tossed the roll over the headrest, wiping newsprint from his fingers to the seat. That was strange. She tried to grab it, but it landed just out of her reach. Annalisse unbuckled and twisted for a closer look at the huge headline, reading aloud, “THE HOUND CHASES ANOTHER FOX. Please people. Such original journalism. Who this time?” She laughed as she lunged for the paper. Bill’s arm moved in like a slingshot and bumped her sore cheek, blocking her. “Ow. Watch the road,” she exclaimed and bounced backward. “Walking wounded here. Just drive, Bill. Allow me to revel in someone else’s grief for a while.” He touched her elbow. “Please don’t.” Bill wasn’t smiling, and his skin had morphed to ashen of the dead. He had the look of a man who’d just lost his best friend and was about to lose his faithful dog too. It clicked. “What don’t you want me to see what thousands of other people have already seen?” “Wait till we get to Brookehaven so he can—” “Who can?” Annalisse hung over the seat and stretched her sore body far enough to snag the tabloid with her fingertips. She braced herself—the photo had to be disturbing. “The timing is bad. Really bad.” Bill stared at the road and in a low voice added, “I’m so sorry.” The pang of the unknown boomeranged through her heart, and she looked down at the front page of Reveal Reality. A couple with their backs to the camera, overlooking an ocean at sunset at some kind of event. She wasn’t sure where but expected the piece would say. The paparazzi photographer had zoomed in on a brunette in a skimpy, backless sundress leaning into a man with his elegant hand cupping her barely covered butt cheek. His chiseled profile and windblown curls were unmistakable. Say bye-bye to the mysterious, green-eyed Annalisse! Italian starlet Monica Corsetti on Italy’s Riviera with Greek magnate, Alec Zavos of the Signorile Corporation. They were… She covered her mouth. “Pull over, Bill. I’m gonna throw up.” *** Excerpt from Spent Identity by Marlene M. Bell. Copyright 2020 by Marlene M. Bell. Reproduced with permission from Marlene M. Bell. All rights reserved.

 

 

About Author Marlene M. Bell

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Marlene M. Bell 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. 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. Order Ewephoric gifts online or request a catalog at TexasSheep.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.

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Little Tea

by Claire Fullerton


Little Tea
Southern Fiction
Publisher: Firefly Southern Fiction (April 28, 2020)
Paperback: 252 pages
ISBN-10: 1645262596
ISBN-13: 978-1645262596
Digital ASIN: B0817J667Y

Southern Culture … Old Friendships … Family Tragedy

 

One phone call from Renny to come home and “see about” the capricious Ava and Celia Wakefield decides to overlook her distressful past in the name of friendship.

 

For three reflective days at Renny’s lake house in Heber Springs, Arkansas, the three childhood friends reunite and examine life, love, marriage, and the ties that bind, even though Celia’s personal story has yet to be healed. When the past arrives at the lake house door in the form of her old boyfriend, Celia must revisit the life she’d tried to outrun.

 

As her idyllic coming of age alongside her best friend, Little Tea, on her family’s ancestral grounds in bucolic Como, Mississippi unfolds, Celia realizes there is no better place to accept her own story than in this circle of friends who have remained beside her throughout the years. Theirs is a friendship that can talk any life sorrow into a comic tragedy, and now that the racial divide in the Deep South has evolved, Celia wonders if friendship can triumph over history.

 

About Claire Fullerton

Claire Fullerton hails from Memphis, TN. and now lives in Malibu, CA. with her husband and 3 German shepherds. She is the author of Mourning Dove, a coming of age, Southern family saga set in 1970’s Memphis. Mourning Dove is a five-time award winner, including the Literary Classics Words on Wings for Book of the Year, and the Ippy Award silver medal in regional fiction ( Southeast.) Claire is also the author of Dancing to an Irish Reel, a Kindle Book Review and Readers’ Favorite award winner that is set on the west coast of Ireland, where she once lived. Claire’s first novel is a paranormal mystery set in two time periods titled, A Portal in Time, set in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California. She is a contributor to the book, A Southern Season with her novella, Through an Autumn Window, set at a Memphis funeral ( because something always goes wrong at a Southern funeral.) Little Tea is Claire’s 4th novel and is set in the Deep South. It is the story of the bonds of female friendship, healing the past, and outdated racial relations. Little Tea is the August selection of the Pulpwood Queens, a Faulkner Society finalist in the William Wisdom international competition, and on the short list of the Chanticleer Review’s Somerset award. She is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Literary.

Author Links: Website / Instagram

Purchase Link – Amazon 

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This is my own version of a weekly book haul and all things new on fuonlyknew.

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Some chit chat.

Fist things first. I probably sound like a broken record but I have to say I’m sorry. I’ve barely managed to visit any posts this week. With many calling out sick and some leaving to return to college and school, I’ve had to work some grueling hours. Just so tired I struggle to crack open my computer. Good thing I had some tour posts scheduled or my blog would have been silent. I promise to share more content than just tours when things calm down. I’ve read some seriously good books and want to tell you all about them!

We’ve had so much rain the past couple of weeks. Guess what I spied today. Here’s a hint. It’s large, round and bright and hangs in the sky! LOL

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My book haul this week.

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Bones by [Howard Odentz]  The Perfect Block (A Jessie Hunt Psychological Suspense Thriller—Book Two) by [Blake Pierce]  Mrs Pettigrew Sees a Ghost: First in a Paranormal Mystery Series (Charity Shop Haunted Mystery Book 1) by [Katherine Hayton]

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Other posts on my blog this week.

A Lady’s Guide To Mischief And Murder by Dianne Freeman ~ Spotlight and Giveaway

Excerpt and Giveaway ~ Hasty by Julia Kent

Spotlight and Giveaway ~ Derailed by Mary Keliikoa

Books From The Back Log #48 ~ The Unraveling

Neon Drops by M. Sinclair ~ Excerpt and Giveaway

Cover Reveal and Giveaway ~ Stealing Embers by Julie Hall

Excerpt and Giveaway ~ Tortured With Love by JT Hunter

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Tortured With Love by JT Hunter Banner

Tortured With Love

The True Crime Romance of the Lonely Hearts Killers

by JT Hunter

on Tour August 1 – September 30, 2020

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Synopsis:

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What is the price of passion? What is the power of love?

Meet Martha Beck, a young nurse dedicated to healing others, until her own hurting heart lured her down a darker path. Loneliness led her to Raymond Fernandez, but love led her all the way to the electric chair.

This is the tragic story of the Lonely Heart Killers.

 

Genre: True Crime Published by: JT Hunter Publication Date: May 15th 2020 Number of Pages: 210 ISBN: 9798646112720 Purchase Links: Amazon | Goodreads

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ONE On an otherwise mundane March day, a peculiar piece of paper arrived in Martha Beck’s office mailbox. It came with the usual medical correspondence and junk mail, giving no indication of its importance. Yet, this one particular envelope would change Martha’s life forever. The envelope arrived on a cool afternoon, the temperature hovering just below 60, the highest it had climbed all day in the Pensacola area of the Florida Panhandle. But Martha was not in the mood to enjoy the weather. She was still down in the dumps about her recently finalized divorce from Alfred Beck, a Pensacola bus driver who had married her when she was six months pregnant with another man’s child. Although she had been separated from Alfred since May 1945, nearly two years earlier, the formal entry of their divorce had the nearly 27-year-old Martha feeling like an old maid doomed to live out the rest of her life alone. Martha was not unique in that respect in post-World War II America. With well over a million more women than men, the United States population of the mid and late 1940’s left many lonely women in its wake. A visit from Elizabeth Swanson, one of the nurses she supervised at the Crippled Children’s Home, temporarily distracted Martha from feeling sorry for herself. She considered Elizabeth her closest friend. When Elizabeth knocked on her office door, Martha had just started going through the mail. As the two engaged in the latest gossip and friendly chit-chat, Martha resumed sorting through the assortment of envelopes. The first was an advertisement from a Jacksonville company selling medical equipment. She quickly flipped past it as well as a few other pieces of junk mail until a mysterious envelope caught her eye. It was made of thin, pale-brown paper with the name, Mrs. Martha Jule Beck, typed prominently on the front. “What’s this?” she asked, the question directed more to herself than her friend. “What is what?” Elizabeth replied, sipping from a mug of coffee. “This . . . this odd envelope,” Martha said, holding it up to show her. “Beat’s me,” Elizabeth remarked coyly. “I wonder who sent you that.” “I’m sure I don’t know,” Martha remarked, her curiosity now piqued. She turned the envelope over to inspect it further, and seeing nothing hinting at its contents, opened it to find a thin, paper pamphlet inside. It was a promotional mailing and application for the Standard Correspondence Club, one of many “lonely hearts clubs” operating across the country. The return address gave Standard’s location as Grave Lake, Illinois. LONELY?, the pamphlet asked in large, bold letters, Let us help you find that certain someone. Join old reliable Club, 50 years of dependable, confidential service. Correspondents most everywhere seeking congenial mates, proven results. Interesting photos, descriptions FREE. There were several pictures of women spaced throughout the page, each next to a testimonial about a happy marriage brought about by contacts made through the club. “Now why on earth would they send this to me?” Martha wondered aloud, taking a little offense that such a “lovelorn club” would be contacting her. Elizabeth’s coyness now morphed into a broad grin that spread across her face. “Now why on earth would they send this to me?” Martha wondered aloud, “I have a confession to make,” Elizabeth said as she started giggling. “I wrote the club and asked them to send you information and an application.” Martha studied her friend’s face, deciding whether she was serious. “Whatever for?” she asked in a tone matching the astonishment in her eyes. Still giggling, Elizabeth moved to a chair closer to Martha and sat down beside her. “I originally did it as a joke,” she explained, “but the more I thought about it, the more I decided that you should give it a try. Three of my daughters are writing to me that they have met men through this correspondence club, and this is the very same club that I met my husband through thirty years ago. And after all, what do you have to lose?” Martha rolled her eyes. “I may be a little lonely,” she acknowledged, “but I’m not THAT desperate.” She glared with some annoyance at Elizabeth. “I swear, sometimes I really wonder what’s going on in that head of yours.” Martha tossed the pamphlet onto a pile of papers stacked on the side of her desk and made no more mention of it for the rest of their time together. But the seeds of intrigue had already been planted in her mind. Later, after Elizabeth had left, Martha retrieved the discarded pamphlet and read it more closely. Part of the pamphlet contained a form asking her to fill out information about herself and write a letter detailing what kind of men she would like to meet. Sitting down at her desk, she carefully completed the form and took her time crafting the letter, being sure to mention how people often commented that she was witty, vivacious, and oozed personality. She also emphasized that she was a trained nurse with her own pleasant apartment. When she was satisfied with what she had written, Martha carefully folded the papers, enclosed $5.00 for the required membership fee, and licked the envelope to seal it. That evening, she dropped it in a mailbox on her way home from work. ***** Years later, when asked whether she had experienced any misgivings about joining a lonely hearts club, Martha candidly replied, “Yes, as soon as I’d put the letter in the mailbox, I began thinking I’d made a mistake.” Questioned about what kind of man she hoped to meet through the club, Martha took a little more time before answering. “Well, I don’t know,” she confessed. “I guess I hadn’t thought about it much. But I sure didn’t think I’d ever meet anyone like Ray.” *** Excerpt from Tortured With Love by J.T. Hunter. Copyright 2020 by J.T. Hunter. Reproduced with permission from J.T. Hunter. All rights reserved.

 

About Author JT Hunter

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J.T. Hunter JT Hunter is a true crime writer with over fifteen years of experience as a lawyer, including criminal law and appeals. He also has significant training in criminal investigation techniques. He enjoys being a college professor teaching fiction and nonfiction to his creative writing students.

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Today Julie Hall and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive excerpt for STEALING EMBERS, book 1 in her brand-new YA Urban Fantasy, Fallen
legacies
series, which releases September 22, 2020! Check out the gorgeous
cover and enter to win a $10 Amazon Gift card!
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Title: STEALING EMBERS
(Fallen Legacies #1)
Author: Julie Hall
Pub. Date: September 22, 2020
Publisher: Julie Hall
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Find it:  Goodreads, Amazon
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A realm of monsters. A world of lies. She
belongs to both.
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My name is Emberly, and everything I’ve ever
been told is a lie.
Monsters don’t exist. Wrong.
The nightmarish spectrum world is just my
imagination. Wrong.
In a few months, I’ll finally be free. Wrong.
It takes being dragged to a secret training
academy in the mountains to unravel the truth. My captors–an elite race of
angel-born warriors called Nephilim.
The deadliest of them all is an arrogant shape
shifter, Steel. He’s gorgeous, lethal, hot-headed . . . and convinced I’ll be
the death of them all.
Maybe he’s right. As soon as I show up, the
monsters that have haunted me my entire life breach the academy walls. My only
hope of saving my new friends is learning how to control my powers, but when a
stunning betrayal hurts someone I care about, I have an impossible choice.
Stay and fight for a place to belong . . . or
decide once and for all that I’m better off alone.
Enter the spectrum world, a realm in-between
worlds where shadow beasts draw blood, reality is a maze of twisted lights and
sounds, and life goals are whittled down to just one: survive.
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Fans of Jennifer L. Armentrout and Cassandra
Clare will love this Crescent City meets Crave mash up!
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Steel takes a determined step toward me. His hair is
ruffled, his clothes covered in dirt and wet from the ice and snow, his hands
balled into fists. Even without a weapon, he’s a fierce sight to behold. With
golden light kissing his features, he reminds me of a modern-day Apollo,
dressed in a Henley and dark washed jeans.
“It’s you.” His whispered words full of awe and float to me
on a rippling band of light.
I begin to ask what he means, but I catch a sliver of
movement to my left and turn my head in time to see both Forsaken disappear
around the bend of the building.
Instinct says to follow them, but when I take a step in
their direction I’m thwarted by a six-foot-five, raven-haired angel-born.
“They’re going to—” My words die a quick death on my tongue
when Steel’s hand brushes a tangle of hair away from my cheek. The small
contact causes a tremor to work its way through his body.
He closes his eyes and steps into me.
I retreat a step.
“Finally,” he breathes, dipping his head to gently rub the
tip of his nose up the column of my neck before his lips just barely brush my
earlobe.
It’s my turn to shiver.
What is he doing?
my mind screams. And do I care? it
whispers as an afterthought.
Shaking my head out of a confused fog, I take another shaky
step back.
Yes, I do care. The boy must have hit his head harder than I
thought.
“Listen, Steel, we don’t have time for this. You’re not
yourself right now.”
I bring my hands up to push him back. He’s invading my
space—big time.
When I reach forward to give him a shove, he grabs hold of
my wrists and uses my momentum to bring me closer.
The guy has moves, that’s for sure.
One look in his eyes and I can tell he’s not all there. His
lids are lowered to half-mast and his gaze sweeps lazily over my features.
 Steel takes a step
forward, forcing my capitulation until he’s maneuvered me against the rough
bricks. A foreign sensation zips along my spine, as if something heavy is fused
to each vertebrae, weighing me down. I don’t have a chance to investigate
because Steel’s head is dipping again and I have nowhere to move within the
cage of his body.
I freeze, wholly unprepared for the situation. That gives
Steel the perfect opportunity to dive in and take what he wants.
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About Julie:
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Julie Hall is an
award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of young adult fantasy
fiction. 
 
Before writing her first novel Julie
worked as a film publicist and rubbed elbows with the rich and famous . . . as
in she would gently nudge them to let them know their meal had arrived during
press interviews.
She now spends most of her “office hours” with her two furry writing
buddies, Bear and Coco. Her daughter thinks that mommy’s superpower is
“sleeping all day,” but that’s because she’s often awake until the wee hours of
the morning weaving tales of adventure in worlds of her own creation. When
asked in an interview what she wanted to be when she grew up, she’s quoted to
have answered, “to never have to grow up.”She currently lives in Portland, Oregon with her four favorite people–her
husband, daughter, and two fur babies (because dogs are people too).  

Connect with Julie here, or on social media.

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