Thursday, October 19, 2017

"The Well" by P. W. Creighton

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The Well
(Passing Strange Book 1)
by P. W. Creighton

The Well (Passing Strange Book 1) by P. W. Creighton

The Well, the first book in the new Passing Strange series by P. W. Creighton, is currently on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Bad Reputation.

Description
For Fourteen-year-old Aidan Reynolds, the archaeological dig at the Parrish Cove historical society is the only thing making the summer interesting.
That is until he meets Maddie, an unusual girl who has just moved to town and is convinced that there is more to the local legends surrounding the historical society than even he knows.
While Aidan may not believe her, the strange artifacts that are recovered from the dig force them into exploring the dark, twisted history of Parrish Cove and its strange doctor ... a man who vanished over a century ago.
Together, they uncover a town secret that has been forgotten for centuries, and discover that there are some things that should stay buried.

Excerpt
The officer started us back into the plaza at a rapid walk. His clomping steps on the brick walkway, and the heavy jingling of his belt gave an air of strength. Although Maddie was glued to my side, I could feel her gaining confidence with each step. We were probably running from a dog again.
“Here,” I said, and started us back down the alley past the Custom House.
“Did you see the animal?” The officer asked.
“Yeah,” Maddie responded.
“No,” I corrected with glance at her. “It was fast.”
The officer clicked on his huge flashlight, casting a blinding light down the alley ahead of us. He quickly turned the light down the side alleys as we passed them to check for motion. It only lasted a moment before he swept the back ahead of us over the dumpsters and piles of cardboard lining the alley. The beam was so bright that it was possible to illuminate the brick walls on both sides.
Everything changed the moment we emerged into the park.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Guest Post by the Author
Finding the Perceived Reality in Mythology
Perception is a very curious thing. I’ve always found it fascinating, both from a psychological standpoint and from just being a casual observer. Yeah, philosophy class was always one of my favorites. Perception impacts everything we do both on an individual level and a cultural level.
The most entertaining aspects of perception are what continue to hold on for hundreds, if not thousands, of years, permeating everything that we do and everything that we create. Sure, many look at "ancient cultures" in some form of reverence or astonishment, but that influence is still felt today. It is our perception of those myths that gives them such power and such weight.
Taking a quick glimpse at any "ancient" culture whether it be Egyptian, Haitian, Slavic, Celtic, or so forth. We spend countless hours theorizing what the origins of these cultural myths could be. We wonder how the artifacts that we’ve found show that influence, creating a reverence for these same myths. And then based on our own current perception of these myths, we impose what we believe these myths mean and how they may have originated. All while being conscious of the fact that we are viewing these myths through our own perception.
Let’s take a modern urban legend, a modern myth: Slenderman. Slenderman is a contemporary urban legend, a creepypasta that originated in 2009. It is a faceless tall-man in black suit that abducts kids. A forum author wrote a story and created a photograph of the character in 2009. After the story was passed around the depths of the Internet for a while, it began to take on a life of its own, well beyond that of the creator.
It was the uninformed individual’s perception of the character that allowed the story to become a contemporary myth with countless stories attributed to the legend, and ultimately resulting in a string of violent acts in 2014 and a near fatal stabbing of a 12-year-old girl in Wisconsin after they perceived this myth as reality.
The most frightening aspect of our world isn’t the origins of the cultural myths that we create or study. It is that our own reality, our own perception, is completely subjective. It is only through a large consensus that we agree on what reality is.
What you see is not what someone else sees nor how it is perceived.

About the Author
P. W. Creighton
Born in California, P. W. Creighton has spent most of his life traveling throughout the US, drawing inspiration from his many adventures and turning that strange reality into fiction.
Over the years, he has found himself in many unusual situations, ranging from hanging off an 80 foot cliff-face in New York, to sailing off the coast of Salem, Massachusetts. He has hosted archaeological excavations and even reported from the middle of a police stand-off.
When a teacher asked him in the second grade what he wanted to be when he grew up, he didn't have an answer. To be honest, he still doesn't know. He just lets his characters make that decision.

Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win one of three signed print copies of The Well by P. W. Creighton (US only).

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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

"Cold as Ice" by Julie Mulhern

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Cold as Ice
(The Country Club Murders Book 6)
by Julie Mulhern

Cold as Ice (The Country Club Murders Book 6) by Julie Mulhern

Cold as Ice is the sixth book in Julie Mulhern's Country Club Murders series set in the 1970s. Also available: The Deep End (read my blog post), Guaranteed to Bleed, Clouds in My Coffee, Send in the Clowns, and Watching the Detectives (read my blog post).

The Country Club Murders by Julie Mulhern

Cold as Ice is currently on tour with Great Escapes Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Ellison Russell’s life resembles a rollercoaster ride. And rollercoasters make her ill. Her daughter Grace has a crush on a boy Ellison doesn’t trust and she’s taken to hosting wild parties when Ellison goes out for the evening. Worse, the bank which represents Grace’s inheritance from her father may be in trouble.
When a meeting with the chef at the country club leads to the discovery of a body, Ellison can’t afford cold feet. She must save the bank, find the killer, and convince Grace (and herself) that powerful women don’t need men to rescue them.

Excerpt
Check out the Guest Post by the Author (below) to read an excerpt and the inspiration behind it.

Praise for the Book
"I loved that the book takes place in 1974 when there were no cell phones, computers, etc. It was a nice change of pace. I am looking forward to reading the other books in this series, but do not feel that I was missing any important information because I hadn't. This book can definitely stand alone and I truly enjoyed it." ~ Sunny
"This is the first book I have read by Julie Mulhern and certainly won't be the last. I now need to go back to the first book in the Country Club mystery series and read them in order. Ellison is a typical seventies mom, a widow with a typical teenage daughter. Great story, fast paced, funny and a dead body." ~ sonnysmom
"This was the first book in the series I have read but it will not be the last! The characters were quite entertaining and the whodunit was very well written. I will certainly read the previous books in the series now, and look forward to reading the next in the series." ~ Karen Kenyon
"Every Country Club Murder is better than the last. I read this one in an afternoon; there was no stopping this story. I can't wait for the next one, because Anarchy." ~ G. Smith
"Julie Mulhern keeps honing her craft as a writer. I enjoy each of her Country Club mystery series installments more than the pervious. Her books are funny, well written and you can't put them down. When reading one of Mulhern's books, I keep telling myself, 'Just one more page' until I'm at the end, and I've lost a night's sleep. Cold as Ice is her best yet!" ~ Charlotte Wilson

Guest Post by the Author
Excerpt from Cold as Ice and My Inspiration for the Scene
If, by chance, you’re the parent of a teenager, I hope your son or daughter is an angel - the kind of adolescent who does their homework without being asked, the kind that empties the dishwasher because there are clean dishes inside and not because you nagged, the kind who never misses curfew and never considered having a party.
I did not raise angels. On the upside, my girls give me lots of inspiration. One of them (I won’t tell which one) inspired this scene in Cold as Ice.
Anarchy slowed the car to a crawl. I looked for the house flooded with lights and people.
Mine.
I was hosting an enormous party.
And if the police cars and scattering teenagers and empty beer cans littering my lawn were any indication, the party was a good one.
“She’s grounded until she’s thirty.”
Anarchy snorted and pulled into the drive, parking at the bottom. The rest of the driveway was already filled with haphazardly parked vehicles.
I didn’t wait for Anarchy to open my door. I was out of the car before he’d even turned off the ignition.
I charged up the drive in full Mother mode. Four friends to spend the night? Where was Grace? When I was done with her she’d wish for Mother.
“Ma’am?” A uniformed officer actually thought he could stop me.
My steps didn’t slow. “My house.”
He wisely got out of my way.
I pushed on the front door. It didn’t budge.
Apparently the teenagers who remained in my house had decided their best course of action was to lock the door and wait out the police.
Too bad for the geniuses behind the door, I had a key. I inserted the gold Schlage and turned. The door swung open onto a world gone mad.
A mob of children holding beer cans stared at me with horrified expressions on their young faces. “Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room” blared from the stereo in the family room, loud enough for me to feel the bass rumble through the floor. The boys’ room wasn’t the only place people were smoking. Far too many children held cigarettes. My house smelled like a dive bar.
I stepped inside. “Where. Is. Grace?”
No one said a word.
“Out.” I pointed toward the front yard.
No one moved.
I let my gaze travel. “I know who you are.” I’d known most of the kids in my front hall since they learned to toddle. “If you’re not out of here in one minute, I’ll call your fathers.” I paused, slowing my voice to deadly intent. “And send them bills for this mess.”
The little delinquents flew out the door.
I felt a presence at my back and glanced over my shoulder. Anarchy stood behind me. “Wow.” His voice was mild.
Wow? Maybe that was an appropriate response for a homicide detective who was accustomed to witnessing gruesome crime scenes, but as the unexpected hostess for this party, the words scrolling through my brain were much stronger. My fingers curved into talons and I stalked forward. At least thirty teenagers still lingered in the living room. And why wouldn’t they? That was where most of the liquor was—had been. A group of five or six kids were spinning an empty bottle of eighteen-year-old Glenfiddich. The bottle had not been empty when I left.
They saw me and leapt from the floor.
“Out.” I pointed toward the door.
Maybe it was the look on my face. Maybe it was the police detective standing behind me. They ran.
I strode toward the kitchen. The island was cluttered with empty beer cans and glasses doing double duty as ashtrays. Three boys perused the contents of my refrigerator, a fourth pumped a keg.
The growl in my throat was visceral.
“Ellison, keep everything in perspective. No one’s dead.”
“Yet.” Maybe not the smartest thing to say to a homicide detective.

About the Author
Julie Mulhern
Julie Mulhern is the USA Today bestselling author of The Country Club Murders. She is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family, working out at the gym, and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly clean - and she's got an active imagination. Truth is - she's an expert at calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog, and the dust bunnies under the bed have grown into dust lions.





Giveaway
Enter the giveaway for a chance to win one of five ebook copies of The Deep End by Julie Mulhern (US only).

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

"Hide and Seek" by Desiree Holt

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Hide and Seek
(Vigilance Book 1)
by Desiree Holt

Hide and Seek (Vigilance Book 1) by Desiree Holt

Hide and Seek, the first book in Desiree Holt's new Vigilance series, has just been released. This book blast and giveaway is brought to you by Goddess Fish Promotions. Please be sure to visit the other participating blogs as well.


Description
Anything can happen when you let your guard down ...
After receiving a violent threat on the heels of her father’s disappearance from the town of Arrowhead Bay, Devon Cole fears for her life - until Vigilance, a local private security agency, steps in to shield her from danger. Although she isn’t usually quick to surrender her freedom, she has no problem stripping her defenses for her new sexy bodyguard ...
Tortured by the painful memory of lost love, Logan Malik is determined not to fall for a client again. So when he’s tasked with watching over Devon day and night, he’s focused on doing his job. Day is no problem, but as tensions rise at night, nothing can protect them from giving in to unbridled passion ...


Excerpt
He wasn’t as much shocked by his physical reaction as by the fact that it happened at all. For a long time now, he’d managed to keep a clamp on his sex drive and take it out only when required, like taking aspirin for a headache.
“You’re a smart woman,” he congratulated her. “I didn’t know if you’d play along with me.”
She inhaled an unsteady breath and blew it out. “I took a chance. You could have been worse than they were.”
“Still, that shows brains and quick thinking. Good for you.” He studied the interior of her car. “Wow. They did a number with that window. Don’t move. There’s chunks and pebbles everywhere.”
She stared at him, studying his face. “You promise you aren’t the second wave? You know, like good cop, bad cop? The bad guys threaten me and you come along and win my confidence by helping me?”
“Nope. Scout’s honor.”
“I, uh, saw that you have a gun.”
“So did those jackasses. I wanted them to see it.” He smiled at her. “But I only use it as part of my job.”
She caught her lower lip in her teeth. “They just came at me out of nowhere and ran me off the road. Then they boxed me in and smashed the window.”
“Later I’ll want all the details. Right now let’s get you out of here.”
“Do you know who they are? Those men?”
“No.” His voice hardened. “But I know other garbage like them.”
She swallowed. “So who are you, anyway?”
“Oh. Sorry.” He winked at her, and the tension in her body visibly eased. “Logan Malik. Savior of women in danger.”
“Devon Cole.” She dug up a smile. “Woman in danger who needed saving.”

Praise for the Book
"Hide and Seek combines hot romance and thrilling suspense in Desiree Holt’s new sizzling romantic suspense series." ~ Allison Brennan, New York Times bestselling author of the Lucy Kincaid series
"Hide And Seek by Desiree Holt is an amazing start to Ms Holt's new series, Vigilance. No wonder I love this author's books. Hide and Seek is a fantastic read. Ms Holt has delivered another well-written book loaded with phenomenal characters that are a perfect fit for this story." ~ Deb Diem
"What can I say but ... wow! Hide and Seek is amazing. It is chock full of mystery that will test you, tension that will have nibbling on your nails or fanning yourself (depending on the type of tension) and a group of people that will give you chills or have you cheering." ~ Annetta Sweetko
"I really enjoy romances that have a bit of extra mystery or drama involved so this was a great book for me and kept me involved so much that it was hard to put the book down!" ~ Miriam Wolfe
"This story has everything drama, action, twist and turns and plenty of hot and steamy scenes, The characters have fab chemistry and I just fell in love with them as I read. I can't wait to read more from this author and in this series in the future. Highly recommended." ~ Emma obsessed book reviews bramley

About the Author
Desiree Holt
USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author. She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, and numerous other national and international publications.
Desiree loves to hear from readers.



Giveaway
Enter the blast-wide giveaway for a chance to win a Kindle Fire 7 with Alexa (US only).

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Monday, October 16, 2017

"Twin Savage" by Sunniva Dee

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Twin Savage
(Porn Star Boyfriend Book 2)
by Sunniva Dee

Twin Savage (Porn Star Boyfriend Book 2) by Sunniva Dee

Twin Savage, the second book in the Porn Star Boyfriend series by Sunniva Dee, has just been released and is available for only $0.99 for a limited time. Also available: The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends (read my blog post).

The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee

This book blitz and giveaway is brought to you by Panda and Boodle.


For more books by this author, check out Shattering Halos (read my blog post), Leon's Way (read my blog post), Adrenaline Crush (read my blog post), Cat Love (read my blog post), Walking Heartbreak (read my blog post), Dodging Trains (read my blog post), In the Absence of You (read my blog post), The Fighter and the Baroness (read my blog post), and Path of Thieves (read my blog post).

Description
Grief comes in many forms. There is no right or wrong way to grieve ... Right? Except, what if you douse that grief with sex in ways so culturally unacceptable you leave it to a veritable male harem led by the porn-star brother of your fiancĂ© to decide if you’ll emerge from the jungle intact?
Twin Savage is standalone book #2 in the Porn Star Boyfriend series.
***
It wasn't a problem to be the only girl in a house full of guys. Until my fiancé died and his identical twin took over the roost.
Sweet, easygoing Julian passed, while loathsome, bossy Luka, who pays his way through med school by getting his dick wet on film, is still alive.
What kind of twisted reality is this?
Now, Luka’s on a mission to fix both of our grief. Like I’d ever accept anything from him. He doesn’t understand that gorgeous and sexy mean nothing if you’re a promiscuous jerk.
If only the nights didn’t destroy me. They’re painful and long and empty, until, on a Monday night, my insomnia attracts Diego. That Tuesday, it attracts Lenny. Next, it’s Marlon, James, Nathaniel, and on Saturday, it’s Connor.
By Sunday night, I get the picture. This is Luka doing what Luka does: solve problems with sex. His remote-controlled comfort leaves me in our roommates’ arms six of seven nights. On Sunday, there’s only one man left in the house.
There’s no way in hell I’m opening my door - or my heart - to a porn star.


Excerpt
Bed Talk
“I wish he didn’t do that,” I tell Lenny as I relax, cheek on his chest, drawing small circles around his nipple. “Luka thinks he’s the king of this place, in charge of everything that goes on here.”
“He kind of is.” Lenny’s voice is lazy. By now, I know he slides into a euphoric coma after he ejaculates. It’s adorable and a tad hot.
“No, he isn’t. Only about the rent and the utilities.”
“And about you.”
I lift my head and squint at him. “Luka is not in charge of me.”
Lenny narrows his eyes too, an easy feat. I ignore how beautiful he is beneath me. “No, but he’s who came up with our solution.”
“What are you talking about?”
He studies me, eyes widening more than usual after against-the-wall sex. “Hmm, you look like you’re working yourself up.”
“What does it matter? Just give me the lowdown.”
“Well, if you’re gonna go witch-nutty on me, I don’t know if I should.”
I lower my voice. “Witch-nutty? What does that even mean?”
“You know. All...” He lifts his hands in the air and waves them lazily while half-rolling his eyes. Not impressive.
“What solution, Lenny, or your sex life has to fend for itself from now on.”
“As if it doesn’t six days out of the week.”
“What did Luka come up with?”
“We had a house meeting.”
“Without me?”
“It was about you, so yeah. We saw how you were struggling to keep it together after Julian passed away, and Luka came up with what we’re doing now.”
“As in invading my bedroom every night? Taking turns with me?”
“I guess?” He looks at me as if he just realizes how bad it sounds.
“That’s some crazy shit. Only a pervert like Luka could’ve come up with it.”
Lenny’s brows tick in a furrow. “Well, I figured it was too obvious to work on you, but Luka insisted, we gave it a try, and hey, you went along with it. You seem better too.”
My stomach churns. “Who does he think he is? He has no right to set up some get-’er-done plan for me. I’m in charge of my own life, my own future, and…” I sigh. “Luka’s a pig.”
I mean it. Even though I’m disgruntled, I twist my arms around Lenny’s middle needing his nearness. I’m not exactly backing myself up, here, but Lenny doesn’t hold it against me. Instead he wraps me closer and nuzzles against my hair. Murmurs, “Shh, you’re okay, babe.”
“What about the days? Did he assign them too?”
Lenny nods, rocking us with his chin. “Yeah, which made sense.”
“Why, because you didn’t want to deal with me more than once a week?”
He chuckles. “It was more so that we’d all have our turns consoling you.”
“Sleeping with me, you mean,” I say, feeling slutty and berating myself for it in the same thought.
“I’m not gonna lie and say it’s not a pleasure to comfort you.”
I arch an eyebrow. “So I shouldn’t feel bad for you guys?”
“You should.”
I let out a huh?
“Did you see Marlon earlier?”
I bite my lip. “Yes?”
“That’s how most of us feel the rest of the week. Tuesdays are the shit.”
“Even when I go all witch-nutty on you?”
His grin gleams white. “Have you heard me complain? Sparks are the shit too.”


Praise for the Book
"This is really like nothing I've ever read before. It's a girl-power book! I wish more romances were like this one!" ~ Lynn Vroman
"So, I think this is my favorite book of yours. I'm loving it. You've written this so well my heart hurts!" ~ Cheryl McIntyre


About the Author
Sunniva Dee
Sunniva Dee is a reader, a lover of everything beautifully written no matter the genre. As an author, she pens flawed characters and seeks the flip side where the soul hides. Once there, she wants to be pulled out of her comfort zone by stories taking on a life of their own.
Sunniva has written paranormal and young adult. She’s committed contemporary romance verging on erotica, and she’s dabbled in supernatural mystery. But her heart is rooted in new adult of the true kind: young adult all grown up, with conflicts and passions that are familiar to college-aged readers and readers who remember those days like they happened last night.



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