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Smother by Lindy Zart

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Author: Lindy Zart

Title: Smother
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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Shattered by J.L. Drake

SHATTERED
 
After witnessing the murder of her lover and the heartbreaking loss of their unborn child, Savannah wants to end it all.
 
Then she is given a second chance at love. 
 
Sadly, even when life hands you second chances it doesn’t always follow that things will work out the way you want them to.
 
Some lies can just be too painful to move on from.
 
What’s worse than being Broken?
Shattered…
 
Excerpt: 
“I’m sorry for what happen to you, but I’ll never be sorry for tracking you down and failing in love with you.” 
 
 
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About this author



J.L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada and later moved to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.She released her first novel “What Lurks in the Dark” in June 2014 but after the series got picked up by a publisher it was pulled. It will return late 2015. “Bunker 219” is found in the Unleash the Undead Anthology. Her “Broken” Trilogy is being released now, as well as, “All In,” in the Second Chances anthology comes in June 2015.

Other places to find her,

www.facebook.com/JLDrakeauthor
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The Soul Retrieval by Ann W. Jarvie

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THE SOUL RETRIEVAL
by Ann W. Jarvie

NOTE: The book will be free on Amazon on May 12, the date of the book blast!

The author will award a $75 Amazon/BN gift certificate to a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 

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Inspired by a true story, The Soul Retrieval is a suspenseful tale of love, loss and healing which follows traumatized southern beauty Henrietta Clayborn as she moves between her home in a small South Carolina town and the New Mexico Native American reservation whose spontaneous healings keep drawing her physician husband back. Tortured by her awful secrets, Henrietta struggles to thrive in either locale, but it is her unlikely friendship with Joe Loco––an eccentric Native American mystic with an Elvis fetish and a gift for healing––that shows her the way to be whole again.

Set in the late 1950s, The Soul Retrieval is richly woven with spiritual insights but also deadly secrets, forbidden healings, a murder mystery, stunning scenery and an unforgettable cast of characters.

A story of transcendent and inspiring power that is both entertaining and enlightening, readers will be cheering for the uptight woman from South Carolina to push through her fears of the forbidden as she searches for truth and healing, faces great obstacles on the frontier of self and ultimately becomes more than she ever thought possible.

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After finishing the second nocturne, he looked up at her. “You know that I’ve been researching the high incidence of spontaneous healings here, right?” Jeff was both a lead physician and medical researcher at the Medichero Indian Hospital. He reached for a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his short-sleeved white shirt.

“Uh-huh,” Henrietta said. She barely heard what he said. How am I going to get into it? How am I going to tell him? She had asked herself these questions at least a million times. She picked up a pen and notebook from the coffee table, trying to keep her hands busy.

Jeff smoked in silence a moment before continuing. “There’s more to it than even I imagined.”

“More to what?” she asked. She absently doodled on the page without looking up. How am I going to tell him?

Jeff blew smoke. “The spontaneous healings that I’m so interested in … the medicine men here seem to be doing something real to affect the recoveries.”

Now he had her attention. “They are?” She looked at him. “Like what?”

Instead of answering, Jeff got up and turned toward the bay windows that cradled the piano in a small alcove off the living room of the doctor’s cottage. His silhouette against the bright morning light was a man-shaped eclipse, his muscled edges luminous and blurred by the smoldering tobacco. It gave him an unworldly appearance, and Henrietta was reminded about how often she felt like an outsider here, and even back home.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Ann W. Jarvie has a B.A. in journalism and more than twenty-five years’ experience as an award-winning writer in advertising and public relations agencies, both in South Carolina and Chicago. She now lives near Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends part of her time as a freelance copywriter and the rest writing fiction.

The Soul Retrieval was inspired by Jarvie’s maternal grandmother’s fascinating life on Indian reservations, where she lived with her physician husband until his mysterious and untimely death.

http://www.annwjarvie.com

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Buy link: Book is free from Amazon on the date of the tour.

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Archangel by Jamie Salisbury

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ARCHANGEL
by Jamie Salisbury

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Archangel. A musical angel hiding in the dusty, smoke-filled London clubs, she performs with reckless abandon. Few know the woman behind the mask she adorns.

Mary Tudor, twin sister to Amadeus Tudor – a well-known rock star- has all but given up her up and coming photography business to become the personal photographer, and fiancé to Daniel Kennedy. Daniel, a world renowned violinist, is one of the few who knows Mary’s secret. Together they scheme to devise a way for her to fulfill a secret dream.

Postponing their wedding until after Daniel’s much anticipated European tour, Mary juggles many jobs. One however alludes her every month. Motherhood.

Making unannounced, surprise appearances during Daniel’s tour, the mysterious Archangel rules the concert stage. Suddenly everyone wants to know who this masked woman is. Fans clamor for more, the press want to know every detail about her, and a few others are sure Daniel Kennedy is quite aware at who this phenomenon is. And if that weren’t enough drama, a sinister enigma from her brother’s past threatens both her future and her life.

Will Archangel’s identity be revealed as planned, or will the chaos of Amadeus’ past catch up to them?

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Proudly I stood at the back of the hall, and watched as the show continued. By the look on his face I could tell he was in absolute heaven. Daniel was a perfectionist, and tonight it was evident by the audience’s reactions.

But tonight…tonight there was going to be a huge surprise for the crowd that had come to see this phenomenon known as Daniel Kennedy. Tonight Archangel’s going to make a special appearance…though her entrance would be nothing like Danny and I planned.

In retrospect I probably should have made my entrance according to plan. Tucked up on stage and appearing through a cloud of smoke. To be honest? That made it look pre-arranged and not spur of the moment like my walking through the audience did. This was Archangel’s debut, and it was going to be in typical Archangel fashion. Unscripted.

At just the exact moment, I began heading towards the stage. Down the aisle between the people. It was an old trick the late Italian composer, Niccolo Paganini, one of Danny’s classical idols had used in his day. Daniel himself used it, and now I was. It worked. It got the audience’s attention.

By now Danny and his stage people had picked up on my change of plans and had a spot directed on me as I strutted towards him. He was now watching me as he played. I detected a smirk on his face. He knew me well enough to know when it came to Archangel that I was in charge.

As I reached the front of the stage, I turned towards one of the two sets of stairs located at either side. Staying focused on the stairs, I pranced past him. I knew not to look at him, fearing I’d trip and ruin everything. The man affected me in just that way. Made me crazy, but then I was crazy in love with him.

We’d picked a lively pop tune which had been one of the favorites on Danny’s previous tour and CD. Keeping everything upbeat, a Paganini favorite was the second choice for the evening.

Walking across the stage toward him, I sucked in a breath as I seductively smiled at him. As we ended the first piece, Danny took my free hand to introduce me to the audience. He squeezed my hand and leaned toward me.

“Having fun? You’re doing awesome, sweet. And by the way, you look ravishing.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Writing romance stories with passion and sass, Jamie Salisbury has seen several of her books soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella, Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) awards. The cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. Now in 2014, her novel, Life and Lies was nominated for a RONE in the Erotica category. Her books are both self- published and now include several published through Secret Cravings Publishing.

Music, traveling and history are among her passions when not writing. Her previous career in public relations in and around the entertainment field has afforded her with a treasure trove of endless story ideas.

Website: http://www.jamiesalisbury.com/
Blog: http://www.romanceauthorjamiesalisbury.blogspot.com/
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Tillie’s Tale by Mindy Mymudes

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Tillie’s Tale – Magical Drool Mysteries
by Mindy Mymudes

Mindy will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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Who is the mysterious ghosty haunting puppygirl Tillie? And why? George, the magical basset hound familiar is on the trail.

It’s not often a basset hound puppy is haunted by an unhappy ghost, but George’s packmate, Tillie, manages to attract one. George and Tillie need to find out how to help the ghost before she turns into a poultry-ghost.

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“Wrrrtttle.”

I turn to Tillie. That’s a sound I haven’t heard before. She makes it again.

“Wrrrrttttle.”

Tillie’s tail is spinning in circles. She’s staring at a filmy thing sitting on the steps of an old, rough-brick building. I know it’s really a large Peeps’ den, but since it’s bad to be in the dog house, I assume it’s bad to be in a house. Why don’t they just call it a den if houses are so bad? From the smelltaste of cooking, Peeps, dust, skin, and the other stuff Peeps like, there are many small dens inside. Tillie “wrrrrrtttles” again and adds a soft “wuff.” Her front goes down into a play bow. The thing she’s trying to get to play is shimmery and clear, with thick and thin spots swimming on the surface.

“Snoof. Snuffle” I lick my lips. There’s a disturbing smelltaste of dustmoldlightningozone.

Oh mousefleas.

It’s a ghosty.

Tillie bounces closer and stops. I follow, now that I’ve smelltasted it. It’s not a Badthing, but it could’ve been. Tillie needs to learn that not everything is okay to play with. Plus, it’s not polite to get the Boypup in trouble. At least this thing is just a ghosty, not a Horrible Hodag. That was Joey’s last friend. I shudder. Dragons don’t make good friends.

This ghosty seems safe enough. I’ll have to get closer to make sure. I cross in front of Tillie, careful to not let the Peeps’ leashes get tangled. I hate it when they get wrapped under me and around my legs. It’s sort of fun when it happens to the Peeps, though.

Oh no. “Ah. Ahhhh. Ahchooo!” There are undertones of babypowderbittermums smelltaste. The thing looks like it’s wearing a dress. Its hair is in a tail with a ribbon tied into a bow. I think it’s a ghostygirl. Sometimes it’s hard to tell. One thing I do know, the young ones always need something. They can be almost as naughty as poultry ghosties.

When I was the same size as Tillie, I had one follow me home. It hung around my supper dish. Eating through a ghosty is irritating—they’re all cold and slimy inside. It only stayed a few days. It would’ve been shorter if it’d tried to eat my dinner. I would get very grumpy if a ghosty tries to eat my supper.

No, Tillie, don’t play with the ghosty. “Arrooo,” I bay in frustration. We don’t want to invite a ghosty home. “NoooOooo.”

She ignores me and tries to lean on it. That’s not a good idea. “Rooo!” Leave it!

The puppygirl falls through the ghosty and the ghostygirl cries without sound. Big tears roll over her face and splash on the ground. They don’t leave a trace.

I shake my head, flapping my ears over my eyes. No, this isn’t going to be good.

“What’s Tillie doing?” Joey is kneeling through the ghosty and stroking Tillie. Tillie gets up and tries to push him away. They both fall over. The ghostygirl continues to cry, ignoring the pile of living creatures in front of her.

Karly looks me in the eye, like I’m a mirror. “Um, don’t know.”

Her feather-light touch follows down our link. Ah, that’s what she wants. I didn’t think she was using my eyes to see her reflection. Nope. She wants to use my superior senses. I let her see the ghostygirl sitting in front of us. That’s the advantage of having a familiar. We can share our senses. As if I wanted to use Karly’s. All those colors are very distracting. That’s why she uses my eyes, ears, smelltaste, and touch. Humans are senseless.

Karly shrieks. Her eyes are round and wild. Her hair looks like a dandelion poof. I don’t like dandelion poofs. They go up my nose. She jumps back and yanks on her leash. My head is jerked to the side. Ouch. Didn’t expect that. I give her a basset stare-of-death. Unfortunately, bassets aren’t made for stares-of-death. We are a friendly lot, for the most part.

“What?” Joey asks, looking around.

“Mmm…mmm…maybe we should go home.”

What? I am certainly not done with my walk. I pull toward the park.

“I don’t want to,” Joey whines. For once I’m with him. “Tillie didn’t do her job. Mom’ll be mad if she goes in the house.”

Joey pulls Tillie to the grass strip between the sidewalk and the street. Yucky car path, it smelltastes bittersaltcarfarts. She leans forward in her collar, pulling like a sled dog. Nice. I give her a B for effort. Her style is promising. When she grows up she’ll be at least an A-.

Oh mousefleas, she’s trying to stay with the ghost.

Not good.

“Aroooo!” Tillie, no! I bounce on my toes. She doesn’t get it. I pull Karly slowly to the ghost. My Girlpup is dragging her heels. I thought she knew enough not to pull. Sigh. Peep training never ends. C’mon, I need to get closer to the puppygirl before she gets in more trouble.

I quickly back up, slide my head out of my collar, and bump Tillie away.

I can’t tell Tillie why it’s a bad idea to make friends with the ghostygirl.

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Interview with the author:

1. How long have you been writing?

Mindy: Since I was in first grade, I think. I wrote a poem, If I Were A Raindrop. It went downhill from there. The raindrop, that is.

George: It’s beneath me to physically write. Perfect basset hounds don’t need to scribble to remember anything. Since I want people to know about me and my pack, I hired the lady with the hands. Paws are very difficult to use on keyboards. My first book, George Knows, won a gold medal from Readers’ Choice awards. I wear it around my neck.

2. How long have you been a published author?

Mindy: What kind? I’ve had a lot of non-fiction published. Pieces for Dog Fancy, English Springer Spaniel newsletters, peer reviewed journal articles. As for my fiction, my first piece, “Zombies, A Love Story” came out several years ago in an anthology. It was a Valentine’s gift to my husband. For some reason, he wasn’t impressed.

George: Not sure in dog years.

3. What titles do you have available?

Mindy: The Magical Drool Series. Book One is George Knows. Book Two is Tillie’s Tale. I’m going to run out of body parts soon. There is also the anthology that contains my Zombie story.

George: She is my secret-ary. If dogs could get cred, it would be my name on those books. Except the zombie thing. Everyone knows that zombies don’t exist.

4. What made you choose the subject of this book?

Mindy: The stories in the books are true. I’ve had a dog find human bones (George Knows), climb ladders (Tillie’s Tale), and agility and obedience scenes. I just needed a way to tie the scenes together. Since no one believes the stories were real, fantasy worked well. Bullying is a topic that is finally getting some notice, and too many kids don’t know about things in the past. And ghosts are perfect for teaching history.

George: Shakes head, ears flap over eyes My secret-ary is deluding herself. This is a chronicle of my life. She just puts it on the computer so Peeps can read it.
5. Do you have any new titles coming soon?

Mindy: Tillie’s Tale came out March 24th. I’m working on the third, Phoebe’s Pause, now.

George: Sigh.

6. What is your favourite genre and why?

Mindy: I’ve loved SciFi and Urban Fantasy since I can remember. The first midgrade books I can remember were by Robert Heinlein. Now, of course, there’s Harry Potter’s first book, before he grew up.

George: The genre that includes dogs. Preferably Basset Hounds.
7. What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?

Mindy: When the story actually comes together. While I have an outline, it’s weak. When I get into the story, it unfolds for me, just the way I hope it unfolds for the reader. Is it bad when I laugh at my own jokes?

http://www.faithhunter.net/wp/#!/2013/12/05/2899/What is wrong with you! These are serious books. I’ve done nothing funny. Do you think fighting off Hodags and Poultry Ghosts is easy? You’re lucky I’m telling you my story and didn’t hire some other secret-ary. Besides, secret-ary means you’re supposed to keep my secrets.
8. If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?

Mindy: My friend, Faith Hunter, writes the NYT Bestselling Jane Yellowrock series. I adore the stories. Jane is a shapeshifting skinwalker has two souls, one is hers; the other is Beast, a cougar. Amazing character development over the last 9 books. She was gracious enough to co-write a blog entry from George and Beast’s point of view. http://www.faithhunter.net/wp/#!/2013/12/05/2899/

George: That whole thing was a fabric-ation. It was made out of rotting cloth. I am not afraid of any cats.
9. Where can readers find you on the web?

http://mindymymudes.weebly.com/blog
FB: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Mindy-Mymudes/486126501426333?ref=hl
Twitter: @GeorgeBasset
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I’ve worked in a hazardous waste lab, where under the sign for the Right To Know law, was added: if you can figure it out. I’ve been a metals tech, a bakery clerk, a professional gardener, taught human anatomy and ran two university greenhouses. Along the way I picked up my Master’s Degree in Biology, specializing in the population genetics of an endangered plant. I am also a top breeder, handler, trainer of English springer spaniels, with three in the equivalent of the National Club’s (ESSFTA) hall of fame. Every time I think I know dogs, another dog comes along and proves my beliefs are totally wrong.
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