#blogtour The Nightingale Detective Agency by Denise Devine

 

In 1926 St. Paul, a determined female private investigator
uncovers deadly secrets behind a debutante’s suspicious death in this twisty
Prohibition-era cozy mystery.

The Nightingale
Detective Agency

A Charlotte Van Elsberg Mystery Book 1

by Denise Devine

Genre: 1920’s Historical Cozy Mystery

St. Paul,
1926—where ambition comes at a cost, especially for a woman.

Charlotte Van Elsberg is determined to become the city’s first female private
investigator and help women in need. She’s already landed her first case: a
grieving mother who wants answers about her daughter, Eleanor Kimball, a
debutante killed in a suspicious car crash. Was it truly an accident or
something more sinister? Char intends to find out. There’s just one
hitch—Char’s husband.

Will Van Elsberg, a seasoned investigator, knows the job too well. It’s no
profession for a petite young lady, and he’s not about to let his wife charge
headfirst into danger. Char has other ideas. She agrees to hire bodyguards to
satisfy his objections.

However, despite the addition of her “new team,” she soon learns that this job
is a lot harder than it appears. Doors slam in her face, alibis don’t add up,
and everyone appears to be hiding something. Does she have the grit
and determination it takes to solve this case?

The more she digs into Eleanor’s carefully polished life, the more she uncovers
the young woman’s secrets. Hidden truths that someone is desperate to keep
buried. Evidence worth killing for. Now that Char is asking questions, who is
determined to stop her from revealing the missing pieces?

If you love Prohibition-era intrigue
and twisty whodunits, dive into this 1920s cozy mystery filled with clever
clues, hidden secrets, and a bold female sleuth. Grab your copy today and start
sleuthing!

 

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“Last night went well,” Will
said, commenting on my new bodyguards the next morning as we lingered over
strong black coffee in the breakfast room. Golden sunlight filtered through the
tall windows from the sun streaming between the mature oaks on the edge of our
property. “Sean and Alice seemed to get along fine. What do you think?”

Sean’s manners had come across as
overly polite compared to his outburst in the den and I suspected that he was
playing to an audience of one. The real test would come when Alice was alone
with him. Would he be respectful or try to boss her around? I had my doubts
about the former.

“I think I need to let them two
sort it out and get going on my investigation,” I replied staring into my glass
of fresh-squeezed orange juice. “The truth is, I don’t know where to start.”

“Get to know your victim,” Will
offered. “Learn everything you can about her—where she lived, her friends and
relatives, the places she liked to frequent. The information will provide
valuable clues about her life and possibly reveal why she was killed.”

Will set down his cup and leaned
back as Gerard approached the table and placed a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon
and toast in front of him. Will looked at me curiously. “You said she was
engaged?” He paused to grab a bottle of Heinz Tomato Ketchup.

From the corner of my eye, I
caught Gerard wincing at the idea of smothering one’s eggs with that vile
concoction. I agreed but kept my opinion to myself. Will loved ketchup,
especially this brand, and poured it on his breakfast nearly every morning.

“Take a good look at her fiancé,”
Will said seriously. He shook the bottle, poring ketchup all over his eggs and
filling the air with a pungent tomato aroma. “In my experience, when you’re
investigating the murder of a woman, the guilty party is quite often someone
close to the victim. That doesn’t make the fiancé automatically guilty, but it
does make him a primary suspect until your investigation proves otherwise.”

“Okay,” I said, jotting down his
instructions in my journal as Gerard set a plate of poached eggs and toast in
front of me. Interviewing everyone who knew the deceased would be a huge
undertaking. Was I up to the task? More importantly, would I gain anything
useful from it? The thought exhausted me, and I hadn’t started yet.

“Go back to the scene of the
crime,” Will continued and scooped up a forkful of eggs. “Study it, leaving no
stone unturned. No detail is too small. Sometimes I find evidence that the
police missed.”

I picked up a slice of toast and
concentrated on smothering it with Welch’s Grape Jelly to avoid watching Will
eat his red eggs. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Read the autopsy report,” he
added as he picked up a crisp piece of bacon with his fingers. “The family
might have requested their private physician to look it over and interpret it
for them but unless they knew medical terms they wouldn’t have a copy of it
themselves. You need to grease a palm or two at the coroner’s office to obtain
a look at it.”

Oh sure, I’ll just drive to
downtown Minneapolis and find someone in the coroner’s office to give me a
look-see at that report.

I let out a sigh and took a bite
of my toast, pondering how I would actually go about getting someone in the
coroner’s office to give me access to the report, much less interpret it for
me. I had no idea. “Do I need to read the autopsy report? Is it imperative to
my case?”

“It’s another piece of the
puzzle, darling,” Will said, his voice softening at my frustration. “If the
police ruled her death an accident, the family would want to know if she’d
suffered a medical issue at the time, causing her to lose control of the car.
If there is a report, you should find out what’s in it.”

Folding
my arms, I sat back and stared at him as discouragement began to seep into my
mood. Had I made a mistake wanting to become an investigator? The job was
clearly more than I’d bargained for.

Denise Devine is a USA Today bestselling author
who has had a passion for books since the second grade when she discovered
Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder. She wrote her first book,
a mystery, at age thirteen and has been writing ever since. She loves all
animals, especially dogs, cats, and horses, and they often find their way into
her books.

She has written twenty-two books, including books
in the Beach Brides series, Moonshine Madness series, and West Loon Bay series.
Her books have hit the Top 100 Bestseller list on Amazon and she has been
listed on Amazon’s Top 100 Authors.

 

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#blogtour Our Toxic Traits by Rebecca Christo

 

Some secrets are better left buried.

Others are waiting to
pull you under.

Our Toxic Traits

by Rebecca Christo

Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense Thriller

Some secrets are better left buried. Others are waiting to
pull you under.

Jill Davis is just trying to survive the hustle of New York
City. As a private dog walker for the elite residents of an Upper East Side
high-rise, she’s used to navigating the eccentricities of her wealthy clients.
From the icy and demanding Briar Whitney, to the mysterious and unnervingly
attractive Christopher Bennett. Jill prides herself on blending into the
background; but in a city where everyone is watching, staying invisible is
becoming a dangerous game.

While a serial killer that the media has dubbed the
“Socialite Strangler” stalks the shadows of Central Park, Jill’s carefully
curated life begins to unravel. A series of unexplained “glitches” in her daily
routine, and a questioning detective suggest that the danger isn’t just in the
park, but in the building where she works.

When a high-stakes Halloween party turns a theatrical hoax
into a gruesome reality, Jill is thrust into the centre of a nightmare. Caught
in a web of obsession and lethal deception, she must decide who to trust.

In a world where everyone is connected, there is nowhere
left to hide. Can Jill break free before her own toxic traits and those around
her, become her undoing?

 

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Avid dog lover and Author Rebecca Christo was born in
Toronto, Ontario, where she developed an early love of both reading and
writing. Of particular interest to her was creating a story with emotionally
mature content that was still entertaining enough to be read for fun on a
relaxing vacation. She hopes she’s succeeded with her very first published
novel: Mirrored Wounds.

When she’s not travelling with her husband, Darcy Christo, Rebecca enjoys
spending time with him, her children Ali, Brittany and Maxwell, and her puppies
(Lucy and Winston) in Wasaga Beach, Ontario where she currently lives.

  

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#blogtour Cops in Space by Gail Koger

 

“I’m as crazy as an outhouse rat and just as hard to kill.”

Cops in Space 

Coletti Warlords Series Book 20

by Gail Koger

Genre: SciFi Romance Action Adventure

Once upon a time, Lexi was a “normal” teenager. Now she’s a
galactic cop with a deadly predator as her boss. She gets to deal with flesh
eating monsters, alien babies, hunky warlords, space battles, and not so bright
bad guys.  Plus, the fate of the universe rests in her hands. What could
possibly go wrong? Did we mention the baby? (It’s a boy)

 

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Zarek the Coletti Overlord and Lexi’s uncle gives her the Coletti version of the birds and the bees talk:


“Has your father talked to you about the physical differences between a human male and a Coletti?”

“No.” Where was this going?

Uncle Zarek frowned. “Did he explain to you what happens between a male and a female?”


I stared at him in utter horror.  Oh, my, God. He wasn’t going to give me the birds and the bees speech, was he? “Relax I had sex education classes in school.”

“Sex with a Coletti warrior is not the same. I need to educate you on our anatomical differences.”

God, just kill me now. “Do you hafta?”

“Yes, I hafta. Some females find our penis frightening.”

A giggle escaped me. “Seriously? Does it have teeth or something?”

“No.” Uncle Zarek rubbed a hand over his face. “Did you notice the slit in Kaelen’s abdomen?”

I nodded.

“We are a warlike race and to protect our ability to procreate, the Goddess placed our appendages in a shielded pouch inside our abdomens.” 

Okay. That kinda made sense. “So, kicking a Coletti warrior in the nuts is only going to piss him off?”

“Exactly.”

What was he being so mysterious about? “Ok, what’s so scary about your man parts?”

Uncle Zarek stared at me for a long moment, and an image formed in my head.

My eyes widened in horror as a snakelike penis with a frill of tentacles around the top slid out of a stomach slit. “Tentacles? Are you freakin’ kidding me? What is it with aliens and tentacles? Ewww.” 

“The tentacles increase a female’s pleasure,” Uncle Zarek replied.

The tentacles vibrated wildly like some freaky sex toy. “Oh, hell, no. That is not going inside me. Ever.”

An exasperated frown formed on Uncle Zarek face. “You do not have a choice in the matter.”

“The hell I don’t.”

“Coletti warriors are masters of seduction. Kaelen will simply overcome your reluctance.”

I crossed my arms and said sweetly, “It’s obvious you’ve never dealt with a woman suffering from PMS before. When it’s that time of the month Earth girls are fearless and capable of taking down an armed warrior without breaking a nail. We’re Attila the Hun in a dress.”

“Attila the Hun?


 “A conqueror kinda like you.”

 

Undisciplined
Catalyst

Coletti Warlord Series Book 19

I was sixteen when I found out not only am I an alien
hybrid, but monsters called the Tai-Kok were getting ready to invade our world.
Guess who gets to stop them? Me. How?

My uncle, the mad scientist, created a machine called the portal that
instantaneously sends a test subject from one location to another by converting
them into energy. His idea is to port me onto a Tai-Kok ship. All I have to do
is leave a bomb, hit the retrieval button on my spiffy traveler’s belt and
poof! I’m back on Earth before the Tai-Kok ship goes kaboom. Sounds simple,
right?

Wrong. Uncle Ben doesn’t have a clue where I’ll actually appear on the ship. It
could be the engine room, the crew quarters, or even the bridge. It’s like
playing Russian roulette. The Tai-Kok don’t like surprises or uninvited guests.

To make things even more fun, I have an alien battle commander stuck in my head
and I’m related to a powerful Coletti warlord. Yippee. The chances of me living
to see eighteen aren’t good.

 

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Howdy. My name is Gail Koger and once upon a time I was a
9-1-1 dispatcher. Too many years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre
behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an
uncontrollable craving for chocolate. I took up writing science fiction romance
to keep from killing people. So far, it has worked.

 

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#blogtour In the Wake of Gods by Kent Priore

 

Seth thought God was dead…

but ideas tend to linger. 

In the Wake of Gods

The Abyss Borne Gods Book 2

by Kent Priore

Genre: Epic Dark Fantasy

“Kent Priore writes
like a natural about the supernatural. American fiction has found a terrific
new voice.”
—Joseph O’Neill, PEN/Faulkner Award-Winning Author of Netherland

Standing amidst the destruction of Magistrum, great sorrow and guilt weighs
upon Seth as he keeps the memory of his mistake close—to continue his growth,
to remain good. A concern which lingers through the birth of his daughter,
Persephone, labeled a True Born God by the personification of the White Abyss.
And due to the sudden death of her uncle, Persephone’s abyssal powers emerge in
a destructive way, tearing a hole through the fabric of the world. Thus,
solidifying Seth’s worries of managing his own struggles while being father to
a god who resembles his past far too much.

Feeling Persephone’s powerful aura pulsate through dimensions, both
antagonistic forces begin pursuing her, wanting to eliminate a threat, and make
her power theirs. Alongside these heavy stressors, Seth must also deal with the
inevitability of Sasha dying the same mysterious way as the other Guild
members.

The Earth devolves into a wasteland as the gods ravish the globe, devouring
every human they can find. All the while Seth, Sasha, their daughter, and
others lay in hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike back, to resist
the will of the Abyssian gods—but can they without sacrificing everything they
worked so hard to achieve? And will Seth, so burdened by his past actions,
endure this, or will he devolve into the monster he once was…the monster he
fears his daughter will also become?

Fans of “Jerusalem” by Alan Moore, “The Bell Jar” by Sylvia Plath,
or “The Master and Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakovor will enjoy “The Monsters
Among Us.”

 

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The pitch-black night splits apart as two dark clouds go
their separate ways. A large full moon looms overhead, filtering its borrowed
light through the open window of Persephone’s bedroom.

The young girl tosses and
turns, with soft animalistic grunts emerging from her. Gritting her teeth,
twitching, flitting about, she whimpers as a large weight festers like cancer
within her. A multitude of pressures, cramping with tightness in her tiny
chest. Aching for release. A god, trapped in the frame of a small girl.

Tremors ripple through her
body, intensifying further and further, and—she screeches.

Persephone sits erect, her
eyes closed, mouth agape. Breathing in deeply, her head arches back, her eyes
peel open, and rays of white light shine out from her skull, as she begins
sucking in a tremendous amount of air in one, unending gulp. The bright yellow
moon distorts and wobbles and sways like water, and at one edge begins to spill
into a bright golden river. Stretching further and further, like toothpaste
through its tube. The stream descends toward the Earth, creating a glittering
strand of moon dust, stretching across thousands and thousands of miles until
reaching Persephone’s window, and spilling into her mouth—

“Persephone?” Seth bursts
in. “What’s wro—”

Sasha follows in from
behind, stricken in awe alongside him. “Persephone? Persephone!” she shouts,
running over and throwing her arms around the girl.

Seth hurries over to the
window, watching the stream of moon dust spill into his daughter’s mouth.
Reaching toward the stretched-out moon, specks of dust displace from the
stream, glittering its golden sheen around his fingertips. Looking out and up
through the window, he finds the once full moon half dissolved, crumbled away
like sand.

“What is happening?” Andes
says, appearing in the doorway. Mikhail stands at his side, nuzzling his sleepy
eyes with the back of his hands before waking to the commotion before him.

“She’s not responding!”
Sasha says.

Seth rushes over. “That
light…no, it’s happening again.” Sasha yanks her gaze toward Seth, alarmed. “It
happened earlier today, while reading…this white glow—and this pressure. It’s
the Abyss. No doubt.”

“My apologies,” Andes
says, “But we have larger concerns at the moment. If she consumes the moon, its
absence will devastate the Earth!”

Seth breathes in heavily. A
doomsday event in the middle of the night. She’s my daughter, that’s for sure.
“Clear
the room!” he shouts, his eyes illuminated with white abyssal flame. “I’m going
to try something.”

Sasha rises, inching away
slowly. Her gaze locked too fiercely onto Persephone. Seth places a hand on her
shoulder, gesturing with his head for her to step aside. A hollow sensation
takes root in Sasha as she ambles over to Andes.

Seth hovers his right palm
over Persephone’s face, curling his fingers in a circular motion. Hand shaking,
the pull of the moon dust river is too severe, continuing its descent into the
depths of Persephone—setting his entire body ablaze with white flame, Sasha and
Andes feel a gravitation shift pulling toward Seth. Mikhail clings to Andes’s
sleeve, fearing his feet would be swept up in the sudden, unnatural wind
current rushing through their enclosed home. And though the fire is bright, it
does not burn. It does not scorch nor warm.

The moon dust begins to
retract. Rising from Persephone’s throat, she gargles and gags.

Seth’s eyes glow brighter,
and a portal opens at the far end of the room, creating yet another
gravitational pull. Beyond the portal lay a vast darkness, sprinkled with
glimmering stars. Sasha, Andes, and Mikhail huddle together, clinging fiercely
to the doorframe while Seth and Persephone’s abyssal weight holds them steady.
The last of the moon dust ejects from her stomach, and the white glow of her
eyes disappears. Waking up, she’s suddenly lifted into the air by the vacuum of
space—she thuds against Seth’s big right arm, brought close to his side. With
the flick of his left hand, the moon dust flings into the darkness, followed by
a pillar of abyssal flame erupting from his palm. Gravity reverts to normal as
the portal closes.

Rushing to the window,
they find the wobbling moon slowly steadying itself. Aglow with abyssal flame,
searing the fabric of the world back together, it reforms into the same bright
full moon as before.

“I can’t believe that
worked,” Andes says. Sasha stares in awe of Seth, but with an ever-deepening
scowl sinking into her face.

“I had a hunch. The words
she pulled from the book pages floated back into form once she snapped out of
it. The abyssal flame was an added precaution.” Seth collapses onto
Persephone’s bed. The young girl cocks her head in confusion at her father’s
exhaustion.

Andes, noticing the looks
on both parents, steps toward Persephone. “You two get some rest. I’ll tuck the
youngsters back into bed.”

“You sure?” asks Sasha.

“Never more sure in my
life! Now, go.”

Glancing tiredly at each
other, Seth and Sasha hurry back to their room.

Andes pulls a chair up to
the bed and takes the book he gave her years ago from the nearby nightstand. Mikhail
hops into bed beside Persephone, both children content beneath the covers as
Andes begins to read a story.

Persephone smiles widely
toward her uncle. With no memory of what had just occurred, she relishes what’s
to come. A story told by her loving uncle, her most favorite of things.


The Monsters Among Us

The Abyss Borne Gods Book 1

“Kent Priore
writes like a natural about the supernatural, and
The Monsters Among
Us is a marvelously dark and true novel. American fiction has found a
terrific new voice.”

—Joseph O’Neill, PEN/Faulkner Award-Winning Author of Netherland

Seth’s life until now has been a product of a diabolical, evil Truman Show, his
entire upbringing a façade orchestrated for malevolent purposes. After his
beloved dies, he undergoes a demonic metamorphosis, which causes the world’s
fictitious walls to crumble.

As he tries to piece a semblance of his life back together and move on, he
meets friends who inspire, but even more harsh truths are revealed, perhaps too
difficult to cope with.

The very existence of life and reality is exposed as a machination of grotesque
gods. And to defeat them, Seth will have to fill his emptiness, for which
there’s only two options…
Bring the world to ruin, or learn to transmute his pain into strength.

Fans of “Jerusalem” by Alan Moore, “The Bell Jar” by Sylvia Plath,
or “The Master and Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakovor will enjoy “The Monsters
Among Us.”

“I was intrigued from the first
sentence, determined to spend the night speed-reading so I didn’t have to
remain in suspense any longer.”

-Ella Dupuie, author of Fractures
of the Fallen

“Supernatural storytelling at its best, this vivid cinematic novel takes the
reader on an imaginative journey through what could be considered end of
days.
The Monster’s Among Us is a masterful creation and a
must read—even for those who aren’t fans of fantasy/horror.”

—Joni Marie Iraci MFA author of Vatican Daughter

 

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  “You’ve been gifted with versatile magic. Fire can destroy,
but it can also create. You are a forge that bellows with hellfire. Make use of
it. I have found that magic is best used in creative and unprecedented ways.
Even the dullest magic knows few limits. Magic does what the mind wills it to
do.”

  I start to run after Gluttony. I keep the image of those
poor kids in my mind. The rage in me intensifies. My new demon body in
combination with my anger makes me fast, but not fast enough. I can still see
Gluttony in the distance, but he’s leaving my field of view more with each
passing second.

  My mind is coated red with the image of the flattened
children. Like a shark who had just picked up the scent of blood, my adrenalin
surges, and I can feel a manic fit overtaking me. My perception is flooded in a
crazed haze. I feel limitless, as if I can do anything. This is a feeling I
know well. I felt it when I decided to return home to Crowley and burn it all
to the ground.

  Where’s that voice, huh? Not going to tell me to stop this time?

  {No.}

  Why not?

  There’s no answer.

  Whatever.

  With nothing to hold me back, I really am limitless.
Instinct takes over. I conjure my flames, but not with the intent to attack. I
stretch my arms behind me and point my hands straight back. Fire erupts from my
palms, propelling me forward. I take flight at a much greater speed than my
legs can reach. I hurtle through the air, struggling to maintain balance. Like
a cannonball I blast my way through trees and homes alike. Planks of wood and
support beams scatter about in chaos.

  I wonder about the people living in these homes. Are they
safe? Have I killed them?
I don’t care. I feel useful to Melphis for the
first time, and my bloodlust is reaching glorious heights as Gluttony’s body
grows larger in my view. We are passing the border into New Mexico at intense
speeds. Before I know it, we have passed into Colorado, the foot of the Rocky
Mountains in sight. He appears to slow down. What is he looking for here?

  He comes to an abrupt stop, pulling up the ground beneath
his tentacles as he does so. I keep my speed and make my descent. I plummet
hard upon his back. His tentacles give out, causing his large body to fall to
the ground. A thundering crash shakes the surrounding space.

  “Who’s there?” Gluttony roars. “Wait, noGreed? You
smell like my brother!”

  For a dumb brute, he’s quick to piece things together. He
rises, supporting himself with six of his eight tentacles. The other two pursue
me. One slithers behind and wraps itself around me. The sludge-like tentacles
are as strong as they are giant. I struggle but remain motionless. The heat
rises again. I feel empty, but from that emptiness arises my rage which festers
and grows ever more passionate. Flames overtake my body. I can feel the slime
of his tentacles melting away, like sweat dripping off me.

    Fuck you!” I roar.
The blood-stained clothes of those helpless children rush back to me, then so
do the memories of my own ruined childhood. The flames increase and grow hotter
until the whole tentacle catches fire. It burns away at a fierce speed. Ashes
flutter away as black sludge spills out from the now open hole in his hard
shell. Gluttony roars and his tentacles squirm like a spider that has just been
stepped on.

    I climb on top of his hard shell and
beat down my fists with reckless abandon. It withstands my punches, at first. I
can feel my strength rising alongside my rage until at last, cracks form. The
fractures stretch wider with each punch. Gluttony moans as they grow deeper.
Melphis called him a transporter. Just what is he protecting with this dense
outer layer?

    My focus intensifies and locks onto
the growing fissure in his shell. My mind goes blank. All that exists is this
shell, the sensation of my knuckles bashing into it, and the white flashes of
rough skin being blown away in shrouds of dust. He is minehe’ll payI’ll make
him payfor
those kidsfor
me

    The back of my head is hit by a
dense, wet object and I am knocked off the beast. My body shatters the trunks
of a few trees as I make my descent.

    {Your lack of focus has made you
blind to the monster’s many tentacles.}

    “Shut u” I choke.

    Gluttony’s enormous face is now mere
feet away from mine. My elation fades as I watch the skyscraper-devouring mouth
open at its four hinges. A long snake-like tongue emerges out of utter
darkness. It coils itself around my body before his teeth drop down, devouring
me along with much of the landscape. I feel my body now coated in slime, as it
slides down Gluttony’s throat. The darkness of the pit consumes me.


Graduated from Bard College with a BA in the Written Arts,
Kent Priore is an author of dark literature, genre-blending epics and
vignettes, where dark romanticism meets modern psychology for a macabre but
hopeful depiction of inner struggle and the human ability to endure, and
perhaps even prevail. He has a fascination with humanity and is one of the few
to believe that despite our many weaknesses, we are far stronger than we often
think. He wishes to show that strength to those darker individuals, burdened by
lonesomeness, poor mental health, and other forces perceived to be out of their
control, as well as show them that all is not lost.

 

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#blogtour Dragons of Mu by Pamela Ackerson

 

The
Eternals, a non-magical woman as the Chosen One, Marfóir,
and her best friend join in the battle to slay the
most evil dragon on earth who’s plan is to take over the world.

Dragons of Mu

by Pamela Ackerson

Genre: Epic Fantasy Adventure

Drakine is rising.
The only hope is the hero no one expected.

One non-magical woman is the Chosen One. Destiny won’t wait. With her fiercely
loyal friend, Lottie, by her side, and Blaze’s army behind her, Amy is thrust
into a war against the most evil dragon ever to preside over the dragon realm
on the Island of Mu. A creature whose heinous ambition is nothing less than
total annihilation of the mortal world and complete global domination.

To survive, they must fight the ancient powers and unite the fractured
kingdoms. The Island of Mu is burning… and only she can turn the tide. Grab your copy today.

 

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She
rubbed the back of her head, felt a small lump, and winced. Her head was
throbbing. Her knee was yelling at her and now she heard angry, men’s voices.

One of them yelled, “Over there! There she
is. Get her!”

Another pulled out a long knife and they
ran toward her.

Amy rushed into the woods. Turning around,
she could see they were catching up to her.

Up,
Amy, up.
They won’t be
looking up.

She climbed an oak tree as high as she
could. Pulling on the long skirt, she squatted on a branch.

The branch felt odd and slithered
underneath her. A large, looming face in the shape of a dragon stared at her
unblinking.

Holy
cr—

The creature put a long claw to its mouth
and said, “Shhh.”

Amy took a deep breath. A scream was
building inside her but before she could release the ear-piercing screech, she
was muzzled by the creature. Her heart jolted as its wing enveloped her and she
lost consciousness.

A few moments later, she was gulping for
air. Fully expecting to open her eyes and see the hotel lobby, she was stunned
to be staring into the eyes of a dragon.

–A dragon, a huge dragon with big, green
eyes.

You’re
safe.

Amy shook her head. “No. No, I’m not.
There’s no okay in this, whatever this is at all. This is crazy. Why is this
happening?”

Where
did you come from?

She stared at his mouth. It wasn’t moving.

This hallucination was freaking weird. A
talking dragon that didn’t move his lips. They’re going to take her away and
leave her in the psych ward for the rest of her life.

Her eye began twitching. It wasn’t real.
None of it makes sense.

Think,
Amy.

Dragons aren’t real. How could a dragon talk?

Anything can happen in a hallucination.
She repeated to herself. This isn’t real.

Was she dead? Is this purgatory? Her own
personal nightmare of an afterlife? Could she have injured herself so badly
that she died?

She wasn’t a bad person. It certainly
wasn’t in Hades. Well, it better not be Hades.

A talking, psychic dragon communicating
with his mind.

Of course, it makes soooo much more sense.

She watched as the men ran into the woods,
searching for her.

The dragon spoke in a deep, soothing
voice, “Why are you dressed in that garb?”

Amy stared at the huge beast.

The beast’s green eyes penetrated her with
a questioning glare.

“A— a party. We were going to a party.”

He looked at the bracelet.

“Someone put them in my shopping bag.”

“Let’s go. We need to get you into normal
clothing. I’ll take you to Bev’s.”

Amy started climbing down the tree.

“No, no.” The dragon grabbed her and
placed Amy on his back before taking flight.

Amy squealed, inhaled and released another
louder scream.

“Stop.” His body jolted. “Your obnoxious
squawking is impaling my ears.”

Within a few moments, they soared through
the air and flew from cloud to cloud.

Her stomach flipped and she swallowed the
huge lump in her throat.

“Ugh, no ups and downs, please.”

He laughed. “No quick drops? You’re the
slow-boat kind of person.”

Her heart was finally returning to its
normal beat. She was getting comfortable riding on his back and was beginning
to enjoy the view.

“Whoa! This is awesome. I never have
flying dreams.”

The dragon huffed.

Amy was mesmerized. It was freaking
fantastic. The warm heat from the sun and soft air on her face, the flapping of
his wings, it was glorious.

She could do this. It was peaceful. He was
gliding along and she was euphoric.

Hold
on.

“Hold on? No, don’t ruin the moment!”

The dragon took a deep dive. Amy let out
an earsplitting shriek and gripped the back of his neck tighter as he
gracefully landed on the ground in front of a small, wooden cabin.

He grunted in pain.

“Your fingernails are cutting into my
skin.”

“Sorry.” Amy dismounted him like she would
a horse.

“You don’t look like you’re sorry.”

She gave him an angry side-eye.

He grumbled, “Go. Tell her I sent you.”

“Um. You want me to knock on a stranger’s
door, in the middle of BFE, and tell her a dragon sent me?”

 “We’re not in Egypt.”

She snapped, “What? We’re in the middle of
freaking nowhere. That’s what BFE means!”

Ignoring her irritation, he responded,
“We’re in Ireland.”

 “Ireland? I’ve never been to Ireland. How am I
dreaming that I’m here? I’ve only seen pictures and this in not anything like
the pictures.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine. I don’t have a passport with me!”

She rubbed her forehead. Why would she
need a passport in a dream?

“No worries.” He blew out a frustrated
breath. “I’ll be back in a blink. In the meantime, tell her Blaze sent you.”

“Oh, look. A fairy circle.”

His wide-eyed, incredulous stare gave her
pause. He shook his head. “Wow.”

She shrugged.

“I can’t keep up with you.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. My mind goes
really fast sometimes.” She limped toward the fairy circle.

“What are you doing?”

Amy chuckled. “Making a wish.”

He looked at her like she was growing
horns.

“Um, yeah. Make a wish and the fairies
will grant it only if they see fit. You have to watch out for all the
fairies protecting the
fairy circle. You don’t want to step on them, you know.”

Amy stepped back from the circle. “Hello, little fairies. I hope
you’re having a pleasant day.”

He harrumphed and walked away.

“Hey, it’s my dream. I can do what I want.”

Amy raised her hand to knock, but never
made contact. An elderly woman, in her mid-seventies, opened the door.

“Oh, I thought I heard Blaze’s voice.”

“I’m Amy. He told me to tell you—”

The woman opened the door wider. “Come in.
The sun’s going to be setting soon and it’ll be a bit chilly.”

The elderly woman had light hair, dark
blue eyes, and a wide, pleasant smile. Her hair was rolled up into a bun tucked
on the back of her head. Amy’s memories immediately went to the cartoon with
the grandma lady who owned the canary, Tweety.

Amy cautiously entered the house and as
she turned to look about, a man rushed through the doorway.

He was an average-looking man except for
his eyes. They gleamed an effervescent green. The man’s dark hair was a deep
contrast to his light skin.

She never cared for the five o’clock
shadow but it did do him justice.

“There you are, Blaze.” She handed him a
mug.

“Thank you, Bev.”

“Mark on his way?”

“Soon. He has a few things he needs to
take care of before he comes.”

Mark?
As in Harlow?

Bev turned to Amy. “What would you like,
dear? I’ve got some hot tea on the table or, if it pleases, I can pour another
draught.”

“T—”

“She needs normal clothes.”

Amy glared at Blaze. “And who are you?”

“I’m the man who saved your skinny bum and
brought you here.”

“And how, pray tell, did you do that? A
dragon…” Her voice trailed off.

Bev looked puzzled. “So, she’s not from
medieval times?”

“No.”

“She didn’t time-travel here?”

“No.”

Time
travel?
Amy interrupted, “I can speak for myself.”

“Really?” He snorted. “Go ahead, darling,
and explain how you got here.”

“Fine. I was at a party.” Amy flipped her
hand in the air. “I tucked the jeweled comb in my wig and the next thing I
knew, these men attacked me and I’ve been having this dream or possibly been
unconscious ever since.”

Blaze sat at the table. “You’re not
unconscious.”

“Then you tell me what’s happening.”

Bev took her arm. “Oh, sweetie, it’s been
a day for you, hasn’t it? Sit, relax, and have a cuppa. I’ll get you some
clothes that should fit you. We’ll get you all sorted out.”

The concern in Bev’s voice was telling.

Wariness clung to Amy as a hesitant smile
tugged at her lips, a stark contrast to how she was feeling.

“I don’t need clothes. I just want to wake
up.”

Bev asked, “Wake up?”

Blaze waved Bev’s question off and spoke
to Amy, “Somehow, you’ve managed to get two very powerful and magical relics to
bring you here. People have gone to war to possess the magical comb and
bracelet.”

Amy grunted.

“Those men stole the relics to take over
Mu and conquer the magical world. They will not hesitate to kill you for them.”

Amy bit her upper lip, repressing a
nervous giggle. “Not ruby-red slippers? Will lightning flash from the jewelry
when you try to remove it from my hair and wrist? Do I repeat ‘there’s no place
like home’ three times?”

Blaze glowered. “I don’t find your sarcasm
amusing.”

She removed the jeweled comb and handed it
to Blaze. “Here. Take it.”

Bev glared at Blaze and tapped Amy’s hand.
“Blaze can get you back to where you belong and to your party whenever you’re
ready.”

“Good.” Amy put her wrist toward Blaze.
“I’m more than ready.”

Blaze reached to take the bracelet off her
wrist. “It won’t come off.”

Bev put her hand to her chest. “What?”

Amy’s voice shook in panic. “No, no, take
it off!”

“It won’t come off.”

“Fine, then I’ll do it.”

She fiddled with the clasp and finally
threw up her hands in frustration. “It won’t come off!”

Bev walked over to the cabinet and brought
back a bottle of Irish whiskey and three glasses, and said, “It has begun.”

 

Amazon, Barnes and
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Ackerson is a time traveling adventurer. She was born and raised in Newport, RI
where history is a way of life. She lives on the Space Coast of Florida where
everyone is encouraged to reach for the stars!

Her literary
journey is as diverse and adventurous as the time-traveling escapades she
writes about. With a rich tapestry of genres at her fingertips, she weaves
stories that span from the wild frontiers of the Old West to the intricate
cultural tapestries of Native American history. Her work doesn’t stop at
fiction; she delves into the realms of history, self-help, and even marketing,
showcasing a versatility that resonates with a wide audience.

Ackerson’s
presence on the Space Coast of Florida reflects her forward-thinking approach
to writing, always aiming for the next big leap in her storytelling odyssey.
Her prolific output is a testament to her dedication to her craft, inviting
readers to join her in exploring the vast landscapes of human experience and
imagination.

Honest reviews of
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Absolutely no AI
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Fleeing to Dorset traps a mother and son between 

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Sister Olive Wouldn’t
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The Purebeck Mysteries Book 2

by Gill Calvin Thomas

Genre: Paranormal Mystery

If this whole saga was a fight between good and evil, then
who had won? As far as Miriam could work out, neither good nor evil had
triumphed yet. Now she was having to confront the grim consequences of Will’s
behaviour, and she was mortally afraid. Maybe he and his darkness would win
after all.

The tragic suicide of a young student starts a shocking chain of events for
William Marshall, his wife Miriam and their son, Ollie. As Will descends into
madness, a ghostly presence appears in their old house to protect Ollie.
However, when two strangers threaten Miriam and an attempt is made to snatch
Ollie, mother and son are forced to flee.

Amidst ever-present danger, they shake off pursuers to seek sanctuary in Rock
House in Dorset, where they meet Caitlin and her friends. Twenty years have
passed since Charlie Bond helped Caitlin solve the mystery of her mother’s
death. Now, it is the turn of Charlie’s sidekick, Sam Haskell, to investigate a
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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.

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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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