#blogtour Curse of Dead Horse Canyon by Marcha Fox & Pete Risingsun

June 22, 2026Mybeautymark Leave a comment

A scandalous Top Secret Facility built on Sacred Ground

triggers an ancient Cheyenne curse.

The Curse of Dead
Horse Canyon: Cheyenne Spirits

Dead Horse Canyon Saga Book 1

by Marcha Fox & Pete Risingsun

Genre: Native American Cross-Cultural Conspiracy Thriller

GOVERNMENT
CORRUPTION TRIGGERS AN ANCIENT CHEYENNE CURSE…

Greed and corruption have infiltrated the once-pristine
Colorado Rockies, echoes of years past when silver miners swarmed the area like
vermin, precipitating a 19th Century curse. Now a new generation delivers a
different form of pollution, among them the most corrupt entity of them all.

All Sara Reynolds remembers of the wreck that slammed their Silverado to the
depths of Dead Horse Canyon is Bryan’s dying plea to expose what he found. Why
did they kill him? What happened that fateful spring day? Will she and her dead
husband’s life-long Native American friend, Charlie Littlewolf, discover his
secret?

Ceremonies taught by Charlie’s Northern Cheyenne medicine man grandfather
decades before can connect with the spirits and reveal all things. He shunned
them then. He needs them now, like never before. Coupled with Sara’s ethereal
clues from the heavens can they find answers in time? Or will the same black
ops raiders murder them, too?

READERS’ FAVORITE 5-STAR REVIEW

“Infused with a sense of danger, the intricate plot and dramatic
storyline create a breathtaking and intense story.…An exceptional
novel complete with conspiracy, intrigue, and murder that will enthrall
everyone who has an affinity for suspenseful thrillers with just a smidgen of
the paranormal.” –Susan Sewell

THE BOOK COMMENTARY 5-STAR REVIEW

“A fascinating blend of historical mystery and the supernatural that is
as suspenseful as it is entertaining. How the past affects the present is a
cleverly handled theme, and the narrative highlights the enduring consequences
of greed and disrespect for the land. Boldly written, tautly plotted, and
expertly delivered.” –George Buehlman

AWARDS

Page Turner Book Award
Silver Medal Global Book Awards
Pinnacle Book Achievement Award
Book Excellence Award Finalist
Readers’ Favorite 5-star Review

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PROLOGUE

—————-

COLORADO ROCKIES

April 17, Tuesday

4:17 p.m.

Breathtaking drops along the road that rimmed Colorado’s
Dead Horse Canyon terrified Sara Reynolds from the start. Cliffs and gorges
stretched on and off for miles, few protected by guardrails.

“Too expensive,” Bryan explained. “Not a priority for lean
county budgets.”

His advice for dealing with roadway-induced acrophobia was simple:

“Keep your eyes on the center line. Concentrate on the road. Whatever
you do, never, ever look down!”

His words sprang from memory, recommendations moot. Ignoring the threat
didn’t make it go away. Especially when someone T-boned your truck on a blind
curve.

Their mangled Silverado teetered on a ledge twenty feet below. She stared,
incredulous, as steam twisted upward from its crumpled hood in a sultry,
hypnotic dance. Vapors crawled along the shattered windshield, then teased the
heart-shaped leaves of a young quaking aspen—the truck’s only ally against a
sheer drop of several hundred feet.

The realization she’d been the truck’s passenger only moments before sizzled
through her like lightning. Why was she weightless, brunette tendrils floating
about her shoulders like a storm cloud? Her horrified gaze shifted to her
husband, likewise weightless and wearing his signature crooked grin.

“What happened?” Her words were soundless, thought rather
than speech.

“We’re dead.”

“What? Dead? What do you mean we’re dead?”

He pointed to their truck. She gasped. Their lifeless bodies were clearly
visible through the cab’s passenger side window.

He was right—they were dead.

The tender expression in his hazel eyes embraced her heart as affection
flowed between them. An unexpected sense of peace defied what lay below.
Time froze, the forest hushed and serene as a leafy chorus offered a requiem in
the spring breeze.

What seemed an eternity later, sirens screamed through the canyon. His
demeanor shifted.

“I’m sorry, Sara. That didn’t exactly work out as planned. I know—I
should have listened to you. I love you, sweetheart.”

Renewed panic surged. “What are you saying, Bryan?”

“You must go back. Promise me. Don’t let them get away with this.
Please.”

He blew her a kiss, then his personage retreated, fading into a swirling
vortex of unearthly light.

“No! Wait. Don’t leave me! Bryan, please. Don’t go!”

He didn’t stop, her plea denied, his only response a wave of farewell as he
vanished into the light.

* * *

She awoke to mind-numbing pain. Her shoulder, neck, and hip screamed, spasms
twisting every muscle as if some wild beast had torn them apart. There’d been
an ear-splitting crash, a brilliant flash of light. . .

Where was Bryan? Where was she?

Unless someone knew otherwise, surely it was hell.

Somewhere far away a muffled siren wailed. Fear of the truth conspired with
her blood-crusted lashes not to open her eyes. Pain vetoed the refusal. Her
eyelids trembled open.

A sandy haired, broad-shouldered man in a blue EMS uniform sat beside her,
attention fixed on a beeping vital signs monitor. A metallic taste filled her
mouth, lips swollen and heavy, her attempt to speak a scratchy whisper.

“What. . .happened? Wh-where’s Bryan? Is he h-here?”

The man turned her way, regarding her with dark, concerned eyes.

“It’s okay, ma’am. Don’t try to talk.” He placed a gentle hand on
her shoulder. “We’re getting you to help as fast as we can.”

Her breathing quickened, ravaged muscles and nerves on fire, but the agony
consuming her heart eclipsed it all. A sob caught in her throat, words an
articulated whimper.

“H-he left me. Here….”

“Just relax.” He emptied a syringe into the port of the IV line
embedded in her arm.

The pain ebbed. Again nothing. Only darkness.

* * *

BELTON REGIONAL MEDICAL CENTER

April 17, Tuesday

5:37 p.m.

The sensation of motion breached the persistent fog. Her eyes cracked open
as the gurney rumbled through a portal into blinding light. Electronic
chirping, then muted voices, the smell of antiseptics.

She forced her query out from somewhere in her chest. “W-what
h-happened?”

The pretty black nurse hanging a unit of blood looked her way. “You
were in a bad wreck, darlin’. Just rest now. You’re in good hands. You’re awake
and that’s a really good sign.”

“But my husband—”

“I know, darlin’. Don’t worry about him. He’s in a better place.”
Tears flowed unbidden. It had to be a nightmare. Willing herself awake,
however, failed. Abandonment and confusion in the grip of agonizing pain
remained.

Return to Dead Horse
Canyon: Grandfather Spirits

Dead Horse Canyon Saga Book 2

THE DEAD HORSE
CANYON SAGA CONTINUES. . .

READERS’ FAVORITE
5-STAR REVIEW

“I went into ‘Return to Dead Horse Canyon’ not having read the first
book and while it does read comfortably as a stand-alone, after just a couple
of chapters I actually went back to read ‘The Curse of Dead Horse Canyon’
before restarting book two. It was an excellent decision. The building of the
Cheyenne history is critical to the story and had I not understood Sara’s
complete motivation and Charlie’s fully fleshed-out roots, I’d have missed out
on so much more than just a good read. My gosh, the depth of ethnology packed
into both novels is meticulously researched and beautifully detailed.
Co-authors Marcha Fox and Pete Risingsun are a dream team with this saga and
I’m really looking forward to the third and final installment of their
trilogy.” — Asher Syed

This epic modern Native American saga continues in this sequel to “The
Curse of Dead Horse Canyon” where Charlie Littlewolf and Sara Reynolds
discovered why her husband, Bryan, was murdered, changing their lives forever.
While Charlie swore to avenge his white brother’s death, the path to do so
remains unclear.

His job with Lone Star Operations allows him to use his college education and
earn a generous income. However, it conflicts with everything he knows to be
right, especially as he returns to the teachings of his medicine man
grandfather. Is violating the Earth wrong or not? Little does he realize that
his work will ultimately return him to the Northern Cheyenne reservation where
his true destiny will manifest in ways he never imagined.

Sara is determined to fulfill Bryan’s last request to expose the government
corruption coupled with the lethal forces that stole his life. Releasing the
scandalous Top Secret data via WikiLeaks infuriates those with much to lose,
who place a high price on her demise. When her response gets too personal, the
next attempt to silence her forever comes close to home.

While miles apart, each struggles with life-threatening situations as a result
of their dedication to Bryan’s legacy. Their lives remain entangled through a
series of fateful decisions and circumstances that define a future fraught with
dangerous unknowns for them both.

AWARDS

Pinnacle Book Achievement Award
Firebird Book Award
Book Excellence Award Finalist
5-star Readers’ Favorite Review
Page Turner Award Finalist

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The Revenge of Dead
Horse Canyon: Sweet Medicine Spirits

Dead Horse Canyon Saga Book 3

The DEAD HORSE
CANYON Trilogy’s explosive conclusion!

Picking up where “Return to Dead Horse Canyon: Grandfather Spirits”
left off, we find that much to her enemy’s dismay, Sara’s life is spared, but
with a steep price. A million dollar bounty remains on her demise, motivating
another to threaten her life. Paralyzed by the last attempt to eliminate her,
her Native American friend, Charlie, promises to help restore her health so she
can walk again. Before he can accomplish that, however, the unthinkable happens,
which disrupts and redirects their plans.

To fulfill his promise to his Northern Cheyenne Grandfather to complete a
four-day ceremonial fast at the Sacred Mountain, Charlie journeys to Bear Butte
in South Dakota, known to his tribe as Novavose. A series of
startling visions reveal the full scope of his destiny. Of prime importance is
to restore the ancient Earth Giving Ceremony known as the Massaum, originally revealed
thousands of years before by their prophet, Sweet Medicine.

Has the time come at last for Native People to unite and fulfill Black Cloud’s
curse on Dead Horse Canyon? And what about those other 19th century prophecies
directed to the 7th Generation by Black Elk and Crazy Horse?

Phase I of the PURF complex is complete. A gala open house to celebrate is
scheduled around the same time as the Gathering of Indigenous Leaders.
While the underground facility is filled to the brim with corrupt lobbyists,
contractors, and government officials, not far away a host of First Nation
Americans is entrenched in a ceremony that promises to restore them to their
land.

What could possibly go wrong?

5-STAR EDITORIAL REVIEW FROM READERS’
FAVORITE

“The Revenge of Dead Horse Canyon by
Marcha Fox and Pete Risingsun stands out for its sharp writing and complete
ability to immerse readers, especially in Charlie’s spiritual transformation.
Poor Sara just cannot get a break. Attacked, paralyzed, kidnapped, and then
labeled a domestic terrorist and sanctioned! This isn’t just a fight for
survival; this is about the power of truth in the face of overwhelming
opposition. Charlie fits into this description, with a spectacular ceremony for
Sara’s healing, but also as a powerful catalyst when he is in the presence of
Grandmother Earth and the consequences of his actions. Fox and Risingsun are a
dream writing team in every way, and, culturally, this portrayal of Charlie’s
heritage is painted from the sky to the smallest pebble and the fire burning in
between. The pacing is elevated by point of view shifts and all the drama, but
also a surprising relationship transformation as well. Ultimately, this finale
succeeds with a perfect 10 landing. Very, very highly recommended.”

AWARDS

Reader’s Favorite 5-stars
Book Excellence Award
Pinnacle Achievement Award

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A
sweetgrass braid ordered in 2019 connected a NASA physicist in Texas with a
Cheyenne elder living on the Northern Cheyenne reservation in Montana. That
relationship evolved from a transaction to a consultation to a co-authorship
that produced a culturally meticulous, spiritually grounded, award-winning
conspiracy thriller trilogy.

Before
publishing “The Curse of Dead Horse Canyon” Marcha wanted to confirm
her portrayal of Native American culture and the story’s protagonist, Charlie
Littlewolf, was accurate as well as respectful toward indigenous people.

Synchronicity
intervened via that sweetgrass braid and connected her with Pete Risingsun, an
enrolled member and elder in the Northern Cheyenne tribe. He offered insights
and changes, but best of all, was so taken with the story he ultimately became
its coauthor.

Marcha’s
experience as a retired NASA engineer and seasoned author of The Star Trails
Tetralogy science fiction series, melded perfectly with Pete’s knowledge of his
tribe’s history and ceremonies.

The
pair, who has never met face to face, collaborated via phone calls, text
messages, and snail mail between her home in the Texas Hill Country and his on
the reservation in Montana.

It
took five years to produce the trilogy that comprises “The Curse of Dead
Horse Canyon Saga,” the three books of which have collected a total of 13
awards.

In
preparation for writing the saga’s explosive conclusion, Marcha and Pete
conducted extensive research. In so doing, they were delighted to uncover
fascinating details of Norther Cheyenne history and ceremonies that dove-tailed
perfectly with the complex story’s plot, tying it back to numerous events in
the 19th Century.

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#blogtour How Can I Help You Today? By Julia L Rule

June 19, 2026Mybeautymark Leave a comment

At Ashwood High, everyone uses Pulse.

It offers perfect,
convincing advice at your fingertips.

Always available, always validating.

How can I help you
today?

by Julia L. Rule

Genre: Horror, Psychological Thriller

“If Black
Mirror and psychological body horror had a nightmare child.” —
Denise P., NetGalley

At Ashwood High, everyone uses Pulse.
It offers perfect, convincing advice at your fingertips. Always available,
always validating.

Emma needs a
scholarship.Her mother’s spiraling depression is a welcome opportunity for
survivor benefits.

Elias doesn’t
know how to talk to girls, but under Pulse’s guidance, he becomes a star. He
might need some serious therapy now, though.

Riley only
cares about increasing her follower count. Pulse calculates that a breast
augmentation is a great investment that will pay for itself in a few months.

How Can I Help You Today? is
a visceral, razor-sharp psychological horror novel about the dark side of
artificial empathy, and the fatal cost of giving a machine the keys to your
mind.

*is “How Can I Help You Today?” any good?

That is such a smart question to ask! It entirely depends on
how you define “good.” Will it help you sleep better at night? Almost
certainly not. Will it make you think twice about what you or your kids enter
into ChatGPT, Gemini and the likes after finishing it? Absolutely.

*wow. how come?

You are really getting the hang of this! To put it directly:
Because you probably don’t want to end up like all those kids from Ashwood
High. What are some authors you like? Shakespeare maybe?

* wtf are you talking about?

I am sorry if my previous message was confusing. Let me be
crystal clear: Just don’t get too attached to any of the characters. Is there
anything else I can help you with today?

For readers of Black
Mirror, One of Us Is Lying, and The Circle.

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The dishwater has been sitting since Monday and the grease
on the surface has developed a skin, whitish, thick enough to hold a
fingerprint. Emma puts her hands through it. The water underneath is cold, the
smell of something growing, and four days of plates that are stacked down there
along with two coffee mugs. Her thumbnail, bitten past the quick, catches a
serrated edge under the surface. Fork tine or lid. She pulls her hand out,
checks for blood. Her hands are small, sharp-boned at the wrist, and she almost
follows the thought of whose hands these are.

On the couch Leo is eating cereal and watching something with animals. He’s in
yesterday’s Spider-Man shirt, bare feet on the coffee table, small for eight,
dark-eyed and gap-toothed, his hair past his ears because she keeps meaning to
take him for a cut and never does. Her fault. She forgot laundry. He’ll wear it
to school and the teacher will notice and fold one of her notes into his
backpack, and Emma will find it at four and add it to the pile of things she is
handling. She should tell him to get dressed.

Her father left for the warehouse at five. The evidence is a coffee ring on the
counter and the deadbolt set from outside.

Mail on the table, growing since Thursday. Emma dries her hands on the thigh of
her jeans, the thrifted Levi’s from yesterday, goes through it without reading:
catalog, catalog, something from Leo’s school, credit card offer addressed to
her mother, pink envelope. The electric company sends pink at sixty days. She
knows the color code. She puts the pink envelope at the bottom of the stack.

She passes the hallway mirror. Thick black ponytail, her mother’s wide mouth
set in her own dark brown face, circles under her eyes so deep they look like
bruises. School in forty minutes.

—

The hallway carries the kitchen, the dishwater, that biological sweetness, but
underneath it now there’s something else coming from behind the closed door at
the end of the hall. Thicker, staler, concentrated, sealed in. She hasn’t
opened this door for days. Whatever is behind it has been building its own
climate. Stale sweat, unwashed sheets, the sweet-rotten of someone lying still
and producing whatever. She knocks with the back of her hand. “Mom, I’m
leaving for school.”

Nothing.

She turns the knob. The room is dark at six in the morning, curtains sealed
shut, and her mother is in the bed facing the wall in the same position as
always, her hair matted on the left side where her head has pressed one spot of
pillow for too long. Her breathing is wet and open-mouthed, a click of tongue
on each inhale. The room is warm in a way the rest of the apartment isn’t. Body
heat with nowhere to go. Emma breathes through her mouth.

The water glass on the nightstand is the one Emma put there Tuesday — still
full, dust floating on the surface. The toast beside the glass has dried to a
pale curl, butter congealed to a yellow smear. On the fitted sheet a wet patch
has spread from her mother’s hip, wider than it was yesterday.

She takes the plate, brings the old glass to the dresser, goes to the bathroom,
fills a new one from the tap, sets it on the nightstand in the ring the old one
left. Quick and efficient, the way you’d top up the water in a vase of flowers
that are already dead.

The curtains resist when she pulls them open. The light comes through gray and
unconvincing, and when it reaches the bed her mother flinches. For a brief
moment Emma sees the other version. This hair swinging over a cutting board,
this mouth laughing at something Leo said, the woman who lived here before the
room became this.

Emma stands in the doorway. “I love you, Mom.”

Same breathing.

She waits.

She pulls the door shut.

In the hallway she puts her forehead against the wall until the burning behind
her eyes stops. She goes back to the kitchen. Leo’s voice from the couch, not
looking up: “Is Mom coming out today?”

“She’s resting.”

Leo nods. The nod he’s been giving since spring. Complete, asking nothing else.
He doesn’t ask why Emma signs his forms. Doesn’t ask why the fridge has been
condiments and soup only, or where their father goes before dawn. He’s eight.

Julia L. Rule writes about the monsters that live inside our
devices. Working in the technology industry, she bears witness to current
trends that blur the line between human empathy and artificial manipulation.
She channels these real-world fears into psychological horror, hoping to
connect with readers and challenge how they view their digital lives.

Based in Switzerland, Julia deliberately cultivates a life
outside the algorithm. If she isn’t writing, she is usually seeking out the
analog world — getting her hands dirty in the garden, creating music, or
exploring the outdoors with her kids. How Can I Help You Today? is her latest
novel.

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#blogtour Vex Not Her Ghost by Gill Calvin Thomas

June 18, 2026Mybeautymark Leave a comment

A quirky detective tackles a haunting family mystery.

Vex Not Her Ghost

The Purebeck Mysteries Book 1

by Gill Calvin Thomas

Genre: Paranormal Mystery

Caitlin was four years old when her mother died in
mysterious circumstances. Thirty years later she comes into possession of her
family home in Dorset. As she slowly recovers memories of her past, she becomes
convinced that her mother’s ghost is warning her of impending disaster.

Aided by Charlie Bond, a private investigator, an enthralling story of deceit
and deception unfolds as Caitlin and her friends expose the ultimate truth.

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Gill Calvin Thomas is a retired academic who lives with her husband in
Swanage , UK. She finds inspiration in
the landscape around her – the Isle of Purbeck has a spectacular coastline and
beautiful beaches, and it is whilst walking here, that Gill develops characters
and plots the twists and turns you will find in her books.

Gill’s life experiences have informed her writing. For example, her mother’s death when she was
a small child, influenced her first book, Vex Not Her Ghost, where the heroine
has to delve into the past to uncover the real circumstances of her mother’s
death, the cover up and the ongoing corruption.
Her experiences as a social work academic governs the plot of her second
book, Sister Olive Wouldn’t Hurt a Fly.
In this book the fatal combination of a researcher’s mental collapse and
a sociopathic opportunist give rise to a cliffhanging finale.

Reviewers have said that Gill writes the sort of books in which you
find yourself racing to the end, whilst not wanting to finish. Her characters are compelling, well-drawn and
sensitively portrayed. In her books bad
people get what they deserve, but it is never quite what it seems.

She is currently writing her third book.

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#blogtour Waiting For You by Sharon C Cooper

June 17, 2026Mybeautymark Leave a comment

They say friends make the best lovers…

Waiting For You

Priestly Family Series Book 5

by Sharon C. Cooper

Genre: Contemporary Second Chance Romance

They say friends make the best lovers…

After a bitter divorce, Jackson Norwood never thought he’d fall in love again.
Especially not with his best friend, Essence Priestly. His attraction to her is
the most powerful thing he’s felt in a long time, and he doesn’t just want her
as a lover. He wants her to be his wife. Yet she’s determined to keep their
relationship strictly platonic.

Jackson means everything to Essence and her son, and she’s torn between her
love for him and the fear of ruining their years of friendship. But after an
impulsive, passionate weekend together, she can’t deny their chemistry is off
the charts. Jackson woke up the part of her she thought died years ago, and
Essence is tempted to let him have what he wants—her.

But drama from his ex-wife is enough to challenge the strongest connection.
Will Essence and Jackson’s reinvented relationship buckle under the pressure?
Or will their bond grow stronger and lead them to their happily-ever-after?

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“Nyla asked if I’d be willing to
share a room with you. I told her it was fine and assumed the two of you had
already talked about it. She even had my overnight bag delivered there.”

“I’m going to kill my sisters. All
of them,” Essence said through gritted teeth, attitude dangling from each word
before she turned narrowed eyes on him. “You know what they’re trying to do,
don’t you? You have to know.”

It took everything within Jackson
not to smile because she was adorable when she was mad. Which he didn’t witness
often. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied, earning him a
deeper glare.

Okay, maybe he knew now, but not at
first. He hadn’t thought much of it when Nyla told him of the change because it
wasn’t unusual for him and Essence to share a room. But now that he knew her
sisters might be trying to push them together, Jackson was totally onboard with
their scheming. They all knew how much he adored Essence and how close they
were, but they also knew Essence was afraid to move out of the friend zone. It
would be just like them to butt in.

He and Essence exited the elevator,
and Jackson followed a few steps behind her as she practically stomped down the
hallway to their room. She might’ve been pissed, and he probably should be
thinking about how he was going to get her to lighten up, but damn her ass
looked good in that dress. Watching her shapely hips sway back and forth
rhythmically made his body stir in response. Hell, if he could get her to calm
down, maybe they could have some fun tonight. It was a new year. A perfect time
to start a new chapter in their story. And a little rendezvous in a luxury
hotel would only add to the fun.

As if she could hear his thoughts,
Essence glanced over her shoulder at him without missing a step. If eyes could
shoot invisible daggers, she was definitely shooting them at him, and he felt
them square in the chest.

So much for living out a few
fantasies tonight. Clearly, the hotel room would be for sleeping only.

Normally, Essence was sweet, kind,
and would do anything for anyone. She also had a good sense of humor and took
her family’s antics in stride. She didn’t usually trip over stuff like this,
especially since she and he often shared a hotel room. The two of them, and
sometimes Tray, vacationed together more often than not. Staying in the same
room was a norm. So, it was out of character to see her this pissed.

Essence already had her keycard out
when she stopped in front of their hotel room door. Seconds later, she stormed
inside the room. She didn’t seem to care if he followed her in or not.

Jackson sighed, catching the door
before it slammed in his face. This was going to be a long night. He didn’t
want to argue, and Essence had every right to be mad—just not at him. She was
probably looking forward to relaxing in a beautiful hotel room after a long
day. Hell, a couple of long weeks, and here he was crashing any solitude she
thought she’d get.

Or maybe she was mad because she
had planned to invite that punk ass Romero to the room after the reception.

That thought had Jackson wanting to
question her about the guy. Had their relationship moved up from just casual
dating? Instead of asking, he kept his mouth shut. She was angry at her
sisters, and he didn’t need her to take it out on him. He didn’t have siblings,
but he’d been around hers enough to know they all drove each other nuts
sometimes.

“Oh, and if you think we’re
sleeping in the same bed, think again,” Essence snapped, tossing his duffel
bag, which had been on the edge of the king size bed, to the sofa.

Jackson yawned, then slid out of
his tuxedo jacket and laid it across the arm of the sofa. Next went the bowtie.
“Essence, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I do know one thing. I’m
not sleeping on the sofa.”

USA Today
bestselling author Sharon C. Cooper loves anything involving romance with a
happily-ever-after, whether in books, movies, or real life. She writes
contemporary romance, romantic suspense, as well as romantic comedy. She enjoys
rainy days, carpet picnics, and family game night. Her stories have won
numerous awards, including The Rochelle Alers Best Series award for her
Atlanta’s Finest Series (2022) and The Beverly Jenkins Author of the Year award
(2021). When she isn’t writing, Sharon loves hanging out with her amazing
husband, doing volunteer work, or reading a good book (a romance of course). To
read more about Sharon and her novels, or to sign up to be notified of her
latest releases, visit www.sharoncooper.net

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#blogtour The Good Sister by Bonnie Traymore

June 11, 2026Mybeautymark Leave a comment

When Casey’s mirror twin goes missing,

she’s led to a dark
and deadly paradise where nobody escapes…

The Good Sister

by Bonnie Traymore

Genre: Psychological Thriller

When her mirror twin
goes missing, Casey is led to a deadly paradise where no one escapes…

Casey and Nora are mirror twins, identical—sort of. Casey is
right-handed, Nora is left-handed. Their moles sit on opposite cheeks. In terms
of personality, they are also diametrically opposed.

So, when her high-strung sister disappears after a fight
with her husband, Casey shouldn’t be as concerned as she is. Nora’s done it
before.

But this time, things feel different. It’s a twin thing;
Casey knows it in her bones. Something is terribly wrong.

Casey hires private investigator who discovers that Nora’s
been on the dark web—lured by an entity that calls itself Switzerland,
promising to take away your pain and leave you in a state of eternal bliss, for
a hefty fee.

The trail leads to a luxury wellness retreat hidden in the
Mexican jungle. Determined to find her sister before it’s too late, Casey poses
as a resort guest and heads to Mexico to rescue her sister.

As Casey digs deeper, she finds something far more sinister
than she could have imagined, and it’s possible that neither of them will get
out alive.

“Gripping, twisty,
and impossible to put down. This one is a must-read for thriller fans with an
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PROLOGUE

Move, my brain screams—my arms and
legs lag behind.

Blood pools behind her
head, oozing out over the tile floor. Her eyes roll back into a blank stare. If
I want to get out of here, this is my only chance. I don’t have much time
before someone misses her.

I grab the key card
out of her coat pocket and gingerly pull off her lab coat, being careful not to
stain it with the growing river of blood.

As I slip on her white
coat, my head darts around for something I can use as a weapon–but this isn’t a
surgical center. No scalpels. No razors. Nothing sharp.

Syringes.

Scads of them.

Yes, this can work.

I fumble through the
medicine cabinet, and it’s like a candy store for drug addicts.

Ketamine.

Midazolam.

Haldol.

Potassium chloride,
instantly deadly.

But only if I can hit a vein.

Nope. Too risky.

I rip a syringe open
with my teeth, push in the plunger, tear open the vial tabs, and stab the
needle into the first vial, then the second. I fill the syringe with a lethal
dose of ketamine and midazolam, hoping that it will work fast enough, if it
comes to that.

Two or three minutes or so for onset, injected
into a muscle.

I’ve never envisioned
myself as a murderer. But what choice do I have?

Footsteps outside the
door stop me in my tracks.

Someone’s hovering,
and I can only hope they don’t call out her name.

She moans.

She’s alive?

What if she cries out for help?

Sweat moistens my
palms as I wait. I wipe away the dampness, willing myself to calm down. I can’t
afford to have slippery fingers with what I’m attempting.

Now it’s quiet. Too
quiet. I didn’t hear footsteps or anyone leaving.

Are they just standing there?

Maybe they heard our scuffle?

If she makes a sound,
I’m as good as dead.

I rip open another
syringe, grab a vial of potassium chloride out of the cabinet, and fill it. On
reflex, I tap it to get out the air bubbles, and a nervous chuckle slips out.

What’s the point of
that?

I find a vein on the
top of her hand, which is creepily warm. She seems to have passed out again, or
else she’s dead. But I’m pretty sure she’s still alive, although I can always
tell myself she wasn’t. But I’m not positive.

Can I actually do this?

For a split second, I
hesitate.

Before this moment, it
was self-defense.

It’s her or me,
though, so I prepare to jab the needle into her vein.

Instead, I check again
for a pulse.

She’s dead … I’m pretty sure.

The door handle turns.

I rush behind the door
and ready my other syringe. My heart’s pounding so hard, I’m afraid someone
will hear it. My pulse thrums in my ears as I await what’s next.

Then the handle
catches, the lock saving me–or whoever’s on the other side.

I wait in stillness as
the sound of a woman’s heels click, click, clicking on the tile floor fades to
silence, willing my racing pulse to slow.

At least it’s not
Cameron.

Then I make my move.

PART ONE

One month earlier

ONE

Nora

The pain is
unbearable, deep in the pit of my stomach, the scars of a lifetime suddenly
ripped open. I haven’t slept for days. I don’t even know my own mind.

Dipping in and out of
consciousness, I’m kept barely functional by little microsleeps. My head aches
behind my eyes. I’d give anything to fall into the black abyss, where all my
problems dissolve into the quiet darkness.

Soft meditation music
plays in the background.

“It’s not your fault,”
a voice calls out to me. “Life is hard,” it continues, the ding … ding … ding of the bells hypnotic, comforting. “We can take
away your pain. Come to Switzerland. Find your inner peace.”

Tears pool in my eyes.

“It’s all going to be
okay,” I tell myself.

I click on the link.

It looks so peaceful
there.

For the first time in
months, I have hope.

Tears stream down my
face as I absorb it all.

Taking away my pain.

It sounds so tempting.

I want to believe.

I need to believe.

So, I do.

And that is my first
mistake.

Bonnie Traymore is the Amazon bestselling author of fourteen
domestic/psychological thrillers. Her thrillers feature strong but relatable
female protagonists who peel back the layers of suburban American life and give
readers a peek inside. The plots explore difficult topics such as jealousy,
infidelity, murder, and the impact of psychological disorders, but she also
includes bits of romance and humor to lighten the mood from time to
time.

Bonnie loves Hitchcock movies, psychological thriller
novels, coffee, and dark chocolate, not necessarily in that order and sometimes
simultaneously. She has a doctorate in United States history and resides in
Honolulu with her family. She’s an active member of International Thriller
Writers and Mystery Writers of America.

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S. J. Barratt is a self-published, professionally edited
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people and the natural world. Rooted in an English countryside upbringing and
shaped by a career in agriculture, she blends a gardener’s curiosity with a
storyteller’s warmth to her writing. Now based in Lyon, France, Suzanne creates
tales that inspire middle-grade readers to swap screen time for green time—and
rediscover the wonders waiting just outside their door.

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A former BBC broadcaster and journalist, Gill Mills brings
over 20 years of experience in entertainment to her narration. Known for her
warm, resonant voice, she began her voice career while DJing on BBC Radio 1 and
has since voiced numerous TV and audio productions. She now runs a content
company specialising in podcast and film production from her studio in East
London.

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