Author Promo Pal’s Recommended Reads & Snippets

Cherry Shakes In The Park, by Wendy Kendall plunges you into the midst of a delicious, novel, scavenger hunt. Follow the clues along with Bryson, Senona, Marta and other Shakespeare in the park players as they race to the prize. Watch out for the dangers though, as your path crosses into a desperate kidnapping. Time is running out, and Bryson must help despite the risks. Along the way, remember to sip deeply the frosty cherry delights, as romance between the players tickles the heart.

Here is a Snippet from Cherry Shakes In The Park:

Dean shoved Bryson aside as he said, “Excuse me, I’ve got a late date.”

Bryson grabbed his arm and swung him around against the jeep. “You might want to change your attitude.”

Dean pushed Bryson back a couple of steps. “You had your shot. She said you’re not over her. Face facts, man.”

A car engine sounded. Marta backed out her car. As she drove past the two men, Senona waved at Bryson through the back seat window. Tom held Beast who hung his head out the front window. Dean took a few steps toward the vanishing car. “Hey.”

He looked back at Bryson, who put his hands on his hips and watched the taillights disappear. It was an uncomfortable silence in the dark park. Bryson thought about driving away. He wanted to. He breathed a deep sigh. What if instead he’d been that guy, and he stood in the middle of the lot, in a strange town, after a girl he liked drove away and left him. As always, Marta forced strange choices on him. Bryson took his key out of his pocket. “So, Dean, need a ride? Come on.”

As he started his jeep, Bryson glimpsed a lumbering, furry, big bear. The creature was followed by two cubs. They skirted the tree line and moved toward the trail. Bryson turned his jeep to drive the long way around the lot, so they wouldn’t startle the animals. His headlights showed an odd shape at the very back of the lot. Were those patches of blue peeking through a covering of forest branches and bushes?

Dean said, “I appreciate the ride. You can just drop me off downtown.”

Bryson stopped the jeep and pointed ahead of them. “Hang on. I want to check out that pile first.”

He left the headlights on, aimed at the suspicious greenery. Bryson got out and Dean followed. “Did someone crash their car?”

Bryson frowned as he moved some of the branches piled on top. “This might be a truck that’s been missing.”

Dean helped. “You’re right, this is a truck bed under here.” It was dirty, and dark but the paint was definitely blue.

Bryson moved some of the leaves on the rhododendron bushes so he could see

the bumper below the tailgate. There it was, the sticker. Vince’s car, but where is he? Still alive, or buried here at Loon Point?


Whiskey Love is the debut novel by Joy Allyson. Beautiful and young Chloe Tanner inherits her family’s famous whiskey distillery which she is single-mindedly determined to save when she returns to her childhood home in Tennessee. She battles numerous obstacles and unwavering folks who would stand in her way including her heartthrob neighbor whose romantic entanglement was of her own making. She fears, Pen Kittrell, her chief competitor and handsome neighbor, has takeover ambitions. He fears her coziness with East Coast robber barons is suspect. Will enemies become lovers? Will love conquer all in this whiskey war where the real gold is amber nectar? Don’t be fooled by the cover, you’ll be reaching for something on ice before you finish chapter one! If you love heart-rendering fast-paced romance in a truly American setting – you will love Whiskey Love!

Here is a Snippet from WHISKEY LOVE:

“I wanted to tell you I wanted to kiss you. Couldn’t tell you that on the dance floor either.” He rubbed his hand over hers gradually slipping up the flowing sleeve of her night robe. She wrenched away but not before grabbing his flask and taking another sip.

“Are you not afraid of reaching a stage of inebriation I might be tempted to take advantage of?” he asked cocking one dark brow up.

“No. As you have reminded me several times earlier tonight—there is little else you could do with me you have not already done.”

“What a little innocent you are, Chloe.” He circled the table and took the flask and pulled her up from the chair. “I’ve thought a lot about you these past few months. Didn’t want to. But did.” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

She breathed in the butterscotch whiskey and sandalwood scent she associated with him. Wanting to see if there was truth in his eyes, she pushed against his chest locking her arms and studied his face. Could she really believe him?

“Tell me you want to kiss me too,” he whispered.

Inch by inch she moved in, surrendering equal distance. Finally their lips met as if no time had passed between them—a continuation of their night together a few months before. The heavy sweetness of the whiskey they had drunk lingered on his lips, drowning her in its heady scent, but it was his mouth, his touch that made her dizzy with desire.


SCARLET AT CRYSTAL RIVER is the third entry in the best-selling series, the Haunted Shores Mysteries, which have raked in award after award (9 national awards and counting!). Looking for a great read with an intriguing mystery, an alluring romance and just a touch of whoo-hoo? Throw in a fun beach read about a little known resort on the Florida Gulf coast and you have SCARLET AT CRYSTAL RIVER.

Darrell Henshaw, teacher, coach and reluctant ghost whisperer, heads to the sunshine state for a relaxing honeymoon with his new wife and sleuth partner, Erin. The only problem is the ghosts of two murdered Latino children seek out Darrell and beg for his help to secure justice for them. Not wanting to interrupt his honeymoon, he learns he has little choice. The investigation draws Darrell into the grim world of migrant workers. Before he can find the murderer, the murderer finds him and Erin.

Still not sure? Check out what a few of the professional reviewers had to say. “SCARLET AT CRYSTAL RIVER pulled me in deeper and deeper and had me racing to the final climax with this big twist that left me with my jaw literally hanging open and in tears.”—Avid Reader  “A mesmerizing story which consumes the reader from the very first page. Overbeck is a fantastic story teller.”—InD’Tale Magazine “A roller coaster of a mystery, hurtling up and down hills and around curves until the very end when the reader is left slightly breathless, waiting for their hearts to beat back to a normal rhythm.”–ReaderViews

Here is the snippet from SCARLET AT CRYSTAL RIVER by Randy Overbeck:

Erin lay on the navy chaise, wearing one of the long sleeved, button-down Oxford shirts he’d packed in case he took her some place nice. She rolled the sleeves up, and her hands cupped a mug, the steam wafting past a few freckles on her petite face. Her long, red hair, still beautifully disheveled from slumber, hung down, glancing the collar of the shirt.

His Oxford looked better on her.

He lay against the back of the matching chaise lounge and took in the view. They both relaxed under the fine mesh screen on the patio outside the master bedroom.

Beyond lay a long expanse of sparkling blue-green water, its surface slowly rippling. Off to the left sat an island or peninsula—he couldn’t tell which—its surface covered in tall, old-growth trees and knotted thick with vegetation. To the right and beyond, all he could see was water. According to the agent, they were looking at Dixie Bay, which emptied into Crystal Bay, which eventually dumped into the Gulf of Mexico. Here at Simmons’ place, there was little enough shore, merely a few rocks and small boulders stuffed into a small clump of sand that extended about six feet inland. Dixie Bay lay only a few yards from where they lounged. It looked calm, and peaceful, and soothing. Much like the Chesapeake Bay on a mild summer day, though he recognized a different aroma. The shore here didn’t possess the brackish scent he’d grown so accustomed to back on the Eastern Shore. Here the water smelled fresher, cleaner.

For a while, they both sipped their coffee in companionable silence, broken only by the errant calls of birds and the quiet chirp of insects. Contented, they watched the small waves lap against the shore. Yesterday had been exhausting. After all the traveling and by the time they’d unpacked the car and stored everything in its proper place in the vacation home, they were both drained, their adrenalin spent. However, they did manage to find enough energy to engage in a few pleasurable pursuits. They settled in to their new, albeit temporary, home and stayed in, even splitting the delicious pasta Luis had delivered.

Glancing over at his new wife, Darrell mused, it was a night well spent. They’d slept well. When he awoke this morning to the warbling of some native birds and watched Erin asleep beside him, her chest rising and falling easily, he’d felt so comfortable, so natural. The thought that flitted through his mind was they were supposed to be like this, together forever. From what Erin had shared during their quiet lovemaking last night, he knew she felt the same way.


August RJ Gone

Officer Bob Carson, a rookie police officer in a small California town, discovers a young woman’s body minutes after her murder and he might have prevented the brutal crime. He follows clues wherever he can find them, even as he advances his career with other police agencies.

When a similar case happens in California, as well as others around the country, Bob identifies a suspect – a long-haul trucker. As he closes in, the suspect vanishes and another trucker in appearance is murdered. Bob knows this cannot be a coincidence. The trail leads to a showdown on a rainy day in Portland, Oregon. But can Bob bring the cold-blooded killer to justice and wrap up the case that has haunted him for years?

Here is a snippet from GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN by RJ WATERS:  

PK looks lovely. She is wearing a gray jacket, white blouse, and black pants. So professional.

“Make yourself at home: I just have to clean up after my last appointment.”
I look around the room. This is where she sees her patients. As expected it is sterile and antiseptic looking, with a specialized chair for the patient and many cabinets lining the walls. I open a drawer. I jump back. It’s full of eyeballs, they are in trays, but all are jiggling around. I close the drawer.

She catches me and laughs, “Some of my stock.”

“I’ve never met anyone with a drawer full of eyeballs before.”

“Good one for me.”


August Starra - SK

A Kelly Society Christmas brings the fun of paranormal thrills into the heartwarming joy of Christmas.  Such a great combination!  Paranormal cleanser Vivien Kelly just killed a Celtic demon bent on plunging planet earth into utter darkness and now has only three days till Christmas.  But, instead of carefree holiday shopping, Vivien discovers her teenage friend Josh unwittingly called the wrath of Krampus, the Christmas demon.

Spells, shenanigans, demon battles, holiday delight, and even Christmas caroling ensue in this rollicking story of Christmas meets Supernatural.  If you love paranormal stories and need a good Christmas read, A Kelly Society Christmas will definitely get you in the Christmas spirit, no matter what time of the year!

Here is a snippet from A Kelly Society Christmas by S.K. Andrews:

Vivien picked up her petticoats with one hand, clung to her songbook with the other, and ran. “Josh, Brian, come with us! We have to stay together!” she called over her shoulder.

Neal held onto his top hat and ran alongside Vivien.

A group of four millennials whipped their heads around and started following Krampus, Vivien, and Neal.

“Wow! This show is dope!”

“Don’t you know who that is?” The red-haired woman in their group pointed her finger. “That’s Krampus! My cousin went to the Krampusnacht Festival in Austria last year. He’s the opposite of Santa Claus. He’s a Christmas demon who punishes naughty children!”

“Let’s go!”

“Yeah, let’s check it out!”

They crossed the street with hollers and laughter.

To her horror, Vivien glanced back to see a mass of individuals pacing behind them in the middle of the road. The caroling team, Christmas shoppers, and random folks holding coffee cups moved in to see what would happen.


August Skye

Amazon Best Selling, Award Winning, K.M. Daughters’ long-anticipated culmination of the Sisters of the Legend trilogy is here, and as the title Skye Without Limits suggests, Skye Leighton pulls out all the stops in using her legendary power.

Praise for: Bewitching Breeze, Book 1: “If you’re looking to be swept away on the wings of love with a dash of the mystical thrown in, pick up Bewitching Breeze today. I can’t wait for the next book in the series.” Only One Summer, Book 2: “Well done, K.M. Daughters on building a solid mystery wrapped in a fantasy romance. Even though this is book two, it can be read as a standalone. Highly recommend!”

Here is a snippet from Skye Without Limits by K.M. Daughters

Skye turned around at the rude interruption. Her heart somersaulted.

Summer leaned towards her. “Who is that cutie?” She waggled her eyebrows. “Please sit next to me.”

“That’s Gabe.”

“Gabe? Your Gabe?” Summer nudged Bree in the ribs and gave a head nod in Gabe’s direction.

“Oh, my goodness,” Bree said. “He’s a serious hunk, Skye.”

“What is he doing here?” Skye wracked her brain for any mention Gabe might have made that his full schedule included attending hearings on this all-important issue.

He’s on the Energy and Resources Committee? I really should pay more attention.

Her spirits soared. Surely the man she loved was her most powerful ally in this battle. He knew how deeply she cared about marine life. Now she couldn’t wait to continue making her case.

“Please accept my apologies for the interruption,” Gabe said striding to the head table with a young woman scurrying behind him. “Traffic.”

He and his assistant took the two empty seats next to the Governor. Skye’s eyes remained glued to his handsome face. Her confidence that she might succeed in her mission grew with Gabe in the room.

“Folks, this is Senator Gabriel Hartley,” Governor Jordan said. “We just started the meeting, Senator. Miss Layton, please continue.”

Gabe’s focus snapped to Skye’s position on the podium. His eyes met hers and a sexy smile curled on his lips.

“Miss Layton, you have my full attention,” he said.

His formality had Skye biting back a grin. “I was saying, Senator Hartley, that seismic testing has caused catastrophic impacts to the marine ecosystem, causing injury or death to hundreds, if not thousands of whales, dolphins and sea turtles. For those of you who do not know, seismic testing involves blasting the sea floor with high powered air guns every ten seconds. These blasts disturb, injure and kill marine wildlife.”

Her heartbeat wildly and her body filled with pain at the fate of “her” beautiful animals in the wake of seismic tests. She paused to regain her composure.

“The blasts,” she continued, “which reach more than two hundred and fifty decibels, can be heard for miles, can cause hearing loss and disturbs essential behaviors like feeding and breeding. The noise masks communications between individual whales and dolphins. The blasts have also been proven to reduce the catch rates of commercial fishing…”

“Miss Layton,” Gabe interrupted, his eyes on his phone screen.


August Sharon

Super Authors are REAL! (Relevant, Entrepreneurial, Action-Oriented , and Literary-Focused) In this Are You a Super Author?, you will find the stories of 14 REAL authors who have mastered authorpreneurship. They openly share their heartfelt revelation’s about their experiences in the publishing industry. Each chapter of this sensational, reality-based literary series depicts a behind-the-scenes episode in the lives of the remarkable authors who have mastered the perils of publishing. If you are an author or aspiring author this “tell-all” book will more than equip you for SUPER AUTHOR status.

Here is a Snippet from Are You a Super Author? by Sharon C. Jenkins:  

The beauty of an authorpreneurs’ soul is not in how much money they make or the  number of books they sell but in the lives that are changed as a result of their servitude  to their readers. Sharon C. Jenkins 

I have been passionate about reading since Kindergarten. I loved the escape;  reading allowed me to venture into places that I could only dream of going as a  child. I soon became infatuated with those who had the power to transport me  to other worlds: authors. So, imagine my surprise when I discovered my own  gift for writing. Not only could someone else take me to a distant land on the  pages of a book, but I realized I could also do the same for others.  

My mother was my earliest fan and source of support. She knew I had stumbled  upon my purpose, my calling. She was glad we finally found an explanation for  my vivid imagination and seemed to be the only member of our family who had  a healthy appreciation for my new found talent. 

My love for authors blossomed as I grew older because I was able to find voices I  could relate to during my rebellious teen years; ones that supported my anti everything position. Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, and The Last Poets both  intrigued and mesmerized me by their revolutionary rhymes. They inspired me  to pick up a pen and write passionate discourses about pages in history that  were not shared readily with strangers and love that I could only fantasize about.

Super Authors are REAL! (Relevant, Entrepreneurial, Action-Oriented , and Literary-Focused) In this Are You a Super Author?, you will find the stories of 14 REAL authors who have mastered authorpreneurship. They openly share their heartfelt revelation’s about their experiences in the publishing industry. Each chapter of this sensational, reality-based literary series depicts a behind-the-scenes episode in the lives of the remarkable authors who have mastered the perils of publishing. If you are an author or aspiring author this “tell-all” book will more than equip you for SUPER AUTHOR status.


August Kara

Award-winning author, Kara O’Neal, writes heart warming romances with strong family elements and swoon-worthy heroes. THE PRINCESS’S KNIGHT is book 17 and finishes a story that began in book 2. It’s a romance filled with forgiveness, surprises, and second chances. Readers of Kara O’Neal have described her heroines as fearless, determined, and relatable. They proclaim Pike’s Run to be a town that want to visit again and again!

Here is a snippet from THE PRINCESS’S KNIGHT by KARA O’NEAL

“Miss Talbut has taken on all my duties aboard the Princess,” Mrs. Cole explained to Carl, “and I’m so grateful to her. And, as you can imagine, I can’t have anything happening to her.” She sniffed, then with care, she smoothed the hair at Madeline’s temple. “Tell me, Mr. Dawson, what do you do for a living?”

Not an odd question, but he felt it was going to lead somewhere. But what could he reveal without giving away who he was? He continued to sense it was better that Madeline not know his connection to her. At least, not yet. “I don’t have a profession. I travel, do odd jobs here and there.”

Mrs. Cole smiled at him. “And save damsels in distress everywhere you go, I bet.”

He’d aided ladies, yes, but not everywhere.

“I’m quite certain you’re nothing but a gentleman. A true knight,” Mrs. Cole remarked, while Madeline shifted uncomfortably.

“I try, ma’am,” Carl answered.

Mrs. Cole removed her hand from Madeline’s tightly linked fingers and leaned forward. “I have complete faith that you do, and I must ask for your assistance.” She gazed at him in earnest. “Would you watch over Miss Talbut for me? Be her protector while she carries out her duties?”

Well…damn it all. Relief poured through him. He glanced at Madeline again and saw her lips had pinched, and she looked ready to argue. But…she didn’t. Another revelation.

“I’ll pay you, of course, and it’s temporary. My husband will get better, and no one would dare harm Miss Talbut when he is present.” Mrs. Cole gave a sharp nod to emphasize her statement.

He studied Madeline for a brief second, realized she would abhor him guarding her. But did he have any other choice? “I’ll take the job.”

“Wonderful!” Mrs. Cole exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

Madeline looked ready to spit nails.

Well, he’d seen her tantrums. He could handle them.


Aria is happy with her life, working as a high school history teacher and raising her young son, Jake. When Niall McEvoy returns to Tagelus Bay, he awakens the memory of the love they shared before he left her behind to pursue a career in professional football. Can they be friends without her risking her heart? Replay – Kindle edition by Rossi, Topaz. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @

Here is a snippet from Replay by Topaz Rossi:

“I love you, Aria. I never stopped, and if we don’t find our way back to each other now, I’ll always love you. I don’t know what the future holds for me, but I want you to know how I feel, how I’ve always felt, and maybe someday you’ll feel that way again about me.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him with all the feelings she’d bottled up inside over the years.


Bax always fantasized something remarkable would happen in his life. So when a decrepit man with glowing purple eyes offers him a ring intended for his estranged father, Bax accepts. 

The ring speaks to Bax in a dream, tempting him with a vision of a powerful djinn. Desperate to make his fantasies a reality, Bax unleashes a creature called Ifrit, but soon learns this djinn isn’t what the ring led him to believe. Feeding off the depths of his subconscious, the sinister demon fulfills what he thinks Bax wants by manipulating, threatening, and murdering. With everyone he loves in danger and a trail of crimes pointing back at him, Bax must scramble to solve the puzzle that will banish Ifrit forever. 

Debut novel FROM BRICK & DARKNESS out now from @jlsullivanauthor.

Here is a snippet out of From Brick & Darkness by J. L. Sullivan: 

Neck bones popped as his head rotated toward me, his face eclipsing the rays of the streetlight. His irises were dull purple, glazed over with a foggy film, and deep-set wrinkles radiated from the corners of his eyes like arrows drawing attention to them. 

A shudder caused the keys to slip from my hand and clank on the ground. My face burned with shame that the poor man’s appearance had startled me. My rudeness would have disappointed Mom. 

“I’m sorry, but really—” I snagged my keys. 

His hand slithered out of the brick-colored sleeve as his arm rose, trembling as he strained to hold the weight of his own limb. Gloved in loose, veiny skin, his skeleton hand had yellowed fingernails so overgrown they grew in on themselves like curly birthday ribbons. As his fingers unfurled, he revealed a ring nestled in his palm. 

It was large. Too large. The ring resembled the toy jewelry Jason’s sister played with or something from a Halloween costume. Grimy gold with a single dull purplish jewel that matched his eyes. 

His hand trembled under the heaviness of the ring. “Take it.” 

Shifting my backpack to my other shoulder, I took it. “What is this?” 

The corners of his thin lips curled into a grin as a gust of warm, dry wind cut through the chilly October night and swirled around me.


 In VISIONARIES, from Laguna Beach, Ca, to the North Cascades of WA, and on to the Rockies of Colorado, RR Rowley immerses you into the blossoming countercultural back to the land movement of the late 60s and early 70s; a way of living that has left a lasting imprint upon the current wellness seeking community. Against the backdrop of the Vietnam War and us versus them social clashes, join idealistic Mac in his discoveries of love and spirituality as he quests for meaning and belonging in a troubled world conflicted with division much like it is today. Experience how a network of young, inspired people built a nationwide collective of like minds that gathered in thousands to circle and pray non-denominationally for world peace and love- creating an annual circling that has continued for fifty years.

Here is a snippet from Visionaries – A Journey To Table Mountain by RR Rowley:

By now, the sun began to sink through a rippled cloud bank of grey, blue, and purple while a sea breeze blew steadily from the Northwest. Ahead of him, rising out of the shrubs and shore pine trees, a shamble of an old cabin lay in ruins – someone’s homestead by the sea, years ago. Reaching the old place’s shell, it became evident how the onslaught of wind and weather had pushed the sand and dunes onward, overtaking the house, and most probably, the dream. In one corner, a short portion of the board wall remained. Mac made camp in the lee of it.

 Camp made, he went out towards the sea. The Northwest that he had longed for swelled up in his heart. The song of it’s glory scored by the crashing courses of white breakers rolling in before him, nearly brought him to tears. The sea roared, rolled, and broke again until sheeting to the shoreline in a frothy, shifting blanket, all bubbly and hissing from the release of its stored up oxygen.

The horizon darkened, and a massive cloud bank moved in from out to sea. In reaction, Mac returned to camp, quickly gathering some kindling from dead branches in the pines. He started a fire and stoked it up bright, then lay back in his sack and watched the shadows flicker on the faded timbers of the ruin. How eerie they appeared, the remnants of someone’s dream.

He thought of his own life – his dream. How far he had come since turning on and dropping out as a teenager, and how far he wished to go. Yeah, the sex was alluring and easy, and the drugs and rock and roll were plenty of fun and adventuresome. However, something deeper had called him – a longing for a mystical, spiritual connection with what he had come to know as Great Spirit. He loved how his tribe understood that connection. Left in California, where were they now? Could this Oregon trip have been a delusion? Should he be doing something else with his life, giving more to the world? Out of the blue, he thought of his parents, how he had hurt them by turning his back on their way of life and running to be wild. It made him sad. Pondering his road forward, he dozed off in front of the fire at the house of broken dreams.



RETURN TO WYLDER, from award-winning contemporary romance author, Maria Imbalzano, is a stand-alone book in the Wylder West series. Written in first person from both the heroine’s and hero’s points of view, this book is sure to immerse you in the story from page one. Maria brilliantly captures the emotion and conflict between the well-developed main characters which will keep you turning the pages until the very end. For a small town romance that has just the right amount of steam and hits all the senses, you’ll definitely want to pick this one up.

Here is a snippet from RETURN TO WYLDER by Maria Imbalzano: 

“What do you mean? I’m friendly.”

She bit her lip, drawing yet more attention to her mouth. “Small-town friendly is different. You’re civil. But you’re no-nonsense. Unapproachable. And very demanding. You dress like a rich business owner, which you are, but it sends the wrong message. Even though you think you’re dressing down, your jeans are probably dry cleaned and your boots are polished Italian leather. The men around here wear flannel shirts, worn out denims, cowboy boots. Have you noticed that you don’t fit in?” Her laugh tickled my heart.

“Why do you fit in? You have on a designer suit, silk blouse, high heels. A big-city outfit if I’ve ever seen one.” But of course, I loved that she stuck out like an emerald amongst sea glass.

“I have my lawyer uniform on. And I grew up here. People know me, despite my clothes. I could wear casual pants and a sweater to work while I’m here, but it doesn’t send the right message. I definitely do not have to wear a suit. That would only be required if I were going to court. Or meeting with an out-of-town city client. Which I have been.”

I felt my smile bloom. “So you’re dressing to impress me?”

“No. Most definitely not.” Her response held the hint of a bite despite her teasing demeanor. “Today is only my second day here. Yesterday I had no idea what or whom I was going to face.”

I pushed the envelope. “You did today.”

“You may recall that you showed up without an appointment. And tonight was a mere coincidence.” A shadow crossed her face, and her voice softened. “My father dressed in a suit every day, even though it wasn’t necessary. I was channeling his spirit.” Sadness clouded those beautiful mercurial eyes. “Plus, my wardrobe changed when I moved to San Francisco.”

Frankly, I didn’t care what she wore. Designer duds, jeans, lacy underwear. Nothing. I smiled to myself at the direction my mind was veering. Interesting.


RJ Waters, award-winning mystery writer: I Just Wanted A Beer. Is a step away from his previous police procedural mysteries. It journeys into the world of Area 51 in the Nevada desert. Is it speculative fiction or is -it already here? @AuthorRjwaters #suspense#mysteries

Here is a snippet from I Just Wanted A Beer. By RJ Waters

Charles signs, “John was here because the CIA needed to find a place where he couldn’t do any harm. He screwed up a couple of big operations. One night over a few too many drinks, John told me Pierce was the driving force in those ops and he pushed John into making hasty decisions. By saving John it gave Pierce a puppet for later use. Turns out John did not want to cooperate either. He played the game much smarter than I did. He just kept giving Pierce lip service. Project was online, had a delay, unforeseen problems, etc. Lucky for him you came along.”

         “So why do you think Franklin Pierce changed into the apparent warmonger he has become?’

         Charles is quiet for a minute, then shaking his head says, “The whole group running the government back then, never gave up, and kept planning for their place int the sun. I heard them talk, but I didn’t think they meant a government takeover.”

“Why do you think now?”

“Franklin Pierce basically said so. He hastily changed his tone and laughed after he realized I was there.”

“Why are you so worried about Pierce, Charles? You are gone, retired.”

“Before I was escorted off the property, Pierce came up and whispered in my ear,

‘Enjoy your retirement, Charles. Keep your tongue or I’ll have it cut out.’

“The man was stone faced as he spewed the threat. I nodded and left.”


PRECIOUS TREASURE by Terry Segan is a paranormal mystery that will pull you in and take you along for the ride. As stated in a 5-star review: “This book grabbed my attention right away…a mystery with an intriguing American Civil War diary tie-in and a hint of romance.” Follow Janie as she searches for answers about her missing husband of eight years. As she spirals closer to the truth, will those she puts her trust in help or hinder her? With guilt nagging at the edges of her mind, she stumbles into the arms of a new suiter. Add in her newly found acceptance that ghosts exist, she resolves to help the wayward spirit in the hope of finding closure to her own mystery.

Here is a snippet from Precious Treasure by Terry Segan: 

Janie dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. Turning on the tap to fill the sink, she bent over and splashed cold water on her face. The refreshing drops rolled down her forehead, cheeks and chin, pulling her out of her funk. Sightless, Janie reached for the hand towel hanging nearby and dried her face as she stood upright. Opening her eyes, she leaned in to examine the damage of the late night on her complexion. Her reflection looked back, as well as that of a young man standing behind her. Janie’s heart leapt to her throat as she whipped around and found no one there. Looking back in the mirror, she saw only herself.

This is too much, she thought. First nightmares and now hallucinations. Janie shook her head. With the assault of information thrown at her in the last twenty-four hours, her imagination cartwheeled out of control.

Knowing the visions were a result of the wine, newspaper articles and journal, didn’t calm the raised hackles on the back of her neck. The foreboding in Brian’s letter snaked its way up her spine threatening to encircle her throat and squeeze tight. His writing had a tone of uncertainty and fear—uncharacteristic of the man she had married.


STRONG ENOUGH – book 4 in the Masonville Small Town Romance series by Jana Richards.

Charlotte Saunders has a full life—a rewarding career as a nurse, meaningful volunteer work at a dog shelter, and family, friends and pets she adores. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t forget the horrible event that’s haunted her for ten years.

A survivor of childhood sexual abuse, Damon Greyson now helps others who have suffered trauma. His experience and intuition alert him to trouble in Charlotte’s past, and he wants to help her, if only she’d let him.

As they work together to help veterans suffering from PTSD and neglected dogs needing loving homes, their feelings for each other deepen. But when the trauma from Charlotte’s past roars back to life, both are forced to confront their painful histories—or die trying.

Here is a snippet from STRONG ENOUGH, book 4 in the Masonville Small Town Romance series by Jana Richards: 

Damon rolled over and groaned into his pillow. He’d underestimated how tortuous living with Charlotte would be. In each of the four nights he’d lain in this bed, he imagined Charlotte in hers. Did she sleep in t-shirts and cotton boxer shorts, or in silk nighties? He wanted the silk. He imagined running his hands over the soft material, and then her bare skin, unable to tell where the fabric ended and the silk of her skin began. His body burned with wanting her, burned with wanting to sink inside her, to love her.

But it wasn’t what Charlotte wanted. Or needed. Damon groaned into his pillow one last time before pushing himself to a seated position. Time for another cold shower.

He threw on a pair of sweatpants, grabbed his bag of toiletries and opened his door. Charlotte emerged from the bathroom at the same moment, a fluffy white towel covering her from just above her breasts to the top of her thighs. Her wet hair clung to her bare shoulders, and little rivulets of water disappeared beneath the towel. She was like an exotic mermaid rising from the sea. Damon stared transfixed at the streams of water flowing over her skin before lifting his gaze to her face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth partially open in an expression of surprise. She clutched the top of the towel with one hand, hiking it higher up her thighs.

She was so damn beautiful she rendered him speechless. Hell, he could barely breathe.

“Sorry.” Charlotte’s cheeks flushed pink. “I forgot my robe. I’m used to being on my own.”

Damon cleared his throat and tested his voice. “I…I’m the one who should apologize. I just woke up. I didn’t hear the shower.”

She nodded and bit her bottom lip. Damon watched her mouth, his body on fire despite the awkwardness of the moment.

“I should go,” she whispered.

“Yeah, me too. I need to shower.”

For a second, neither of them moved. Then Daisy approached and barked once, then twice more. Charlotte blinked as if waking from a deep sleep. She tightened her hold on the towel.

“I have to go.”

With that, she hurried to her room and closed the door. Damon stood immobile, staring after her. It took all his self-control not to go after her. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that she didn’t want him.


FELICITY’S FORTUNE is the newest release from award-wining, historical romance author, Kara O’Neal. One reader touts, “I enjoyed this story from the first page. It has romance, suspense, and two sweet little girls that captured my heart. Like the first book in the series, Katie’s Gamble, this story has a strong female who won’t stop until she does what she sets out to do!” Meet Felicity, a no-nonsense lady and mother, and Butch, a gambler and gunslinger who turns out to be a giant with a heart of gold.

Here is a Snippet from FELICITY’S FORTUNE by Kara O’Neal:

When Butch reached Rickman’s office, he tried to see through the windows to the inside, but the grimy panes allowed for nothing. Cautious but unafraid, he walked in without hesitation.

But when he found who had come calling, he about swallowed his tongue. He stopped short, his hand on the knob, his mind devoid of all thought.

“Are you Mr. Wilder?”

Her honey voice poured through him, grabbing hold of his senses.

She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry to interrupt your work, sir, but I’m looking for Mr. Butch Wilder. Are you he?”

Snap out of it, man! Butch blinked then cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Yes. I’m Butch Wilder.” He shut the door.

She looked him over.

He steeled himself against the fear he might see in her eyes due to his size, but when her gaze touched his face, what he found was desperation. Confused and a little nervous, he wrapped his thumbs around his suspenders.

“Do you know who I am?”

Would it upset her if he did? But he couldn’t lie to her. Somehow she’d know if he did. “Yes.”

She twitched her lips as if frustrated by her infamy. He couldn’t blame her.

After letting out a slow exhale, she said, “My home, and by that I really refer to my children, my housekeeper and myself, has been under attack since my former husband was arrested and tried.”

So…she had gotten divorced. Or was it an annulment? He stayed quiet, not knowing what she wanted or if he was allowed to respond.

“We need constant protection until this is settled.” She waved a hand in the air. “Until either the…the hanging or…” She paused, and her gaze went distant.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. What bothered her? The event she hadn’t mentioned or the hanging?

She shook her head. “I apologize. The last weeks have been rather harrowing.”

He could imagine. From the arrest, to the trial, to now…

A portion of what she’d said registered in his mind. “I’m sorry, ma’am. But why are you here? You mentioned…protection?” Hell. Was she going to ask him to…

“Yes. The sheriff’s office can’t provide anyone, so he suggested I hire you.”

Butch’s mind whirled with the implications.

“I will pay you well, plus meals, because I would prefer it if you moved into my home. People come at all times of the day and night. I’m fearful of what has occurred in my absence for the last few hours.” She pressed two fingers to her temple and rubbed. “Not that I can do anything about it,” she muttered. She let out a weary exhale.

While she struggled with exhaustion, he tried to make sense of what she was offering. It was ridiculous. Him? Butch Wilder? Protect her? And her family?

Hell. That was damned laughable.


  Dragons Walk Among Us is a perfect read for young adults. Just look at what D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review, said:

“As Allison begins to interact with the dragons and comes to view them not as the enemy but as entities that hold their own personalities, interests, and objectives, Dragons Walk Among Us imparts further lessons on different kinds of prejudices and assumptions and the process of replacing knee-jerk, judgmental attitudes with understanding.”

 Here is a Snippet from Dragons Walk Among Us by Dan Rice: 

Staring across the crowd, I don’t feel absolutely horrible having so many people watching me. I barely notice Leslie standing up front, her eyes narrowed in a drop-dead glare. At the back of the gymnasium, my father smiles and waves at me. I wave back, delighted that he made it to the ceremony to watch me take home the grand prize.

Mr. Eldridge shakes my hand again. “Excellent work, Allison. You really deserve this award.” 

The district official smiles and ushers me off the podium. I reenter the crowd and head straight to the bathroom. I’m floating in the pristine water off a tropical paradise. Life can’t get much better than this. It’s like all my greatest dreams are coming to fruition. The only thing that could make it better is if an editor from a major newspaper materializes out of the crowd to recruit me as a staff photographer. 

I enter the girls’ locker room that smells of deodorizer and scoot past rows of lockers for the stalls. I balance my plaque on the toilet paper dispenser while I get down to business. I shut my eyes, not quite believing that I’m the grand-prize winner. I can’t wait to tell Dalia and Jason and Joe. 

I stop at the sink to wash my hands. The door to the locker room creaks open. I look in the mirror both to admire my green hair and to catch a glimpse of the interloper. I clench my jaw. It’s Leslie staring at me balefully. 

“Congratulations on—” 

“Your photograph is fake.” Leslie snarls. “Just like you. Fake. Fake like your hair. Ugly like your slanted eyes.” 

I freeze, the lukewarm water cascading over my hands. The words remind me of a fact I try to ignore. The reality that my face is a mixture of Asian and Caucasian features. My cheeks pale as Leslie marches across the locker room. 

“You don’t deserve this.” She snatches my plaque off the counter. “Your photo isn’t documentary or photojournalism. It’s a portrait of your friend.” 

She looms inside my personal space, scowling down her nose at me. The standoff might last for five seconds or five minutes for all I know. With a scoff, she twirls away and strides for the exit, pausing to deposit my plaque in the trash can.


Phil hits the open road in an RV and experiences his destiny and a beautiful woman named Dani. Phil’s mundane life goes off the rails and you’d never guess it was over something as simple as a lawnmower. Phil trades in his old life for a new one and hits the road, ready to travel and see where life takes him. When he comes across a barefoot woman hitchhiking, he feels compelled to give her a lift. Her answers are cryptic and lead to more questions. Her name is Dani and after three days of traveling and talking, she disappears. What happens next is something of a mystery. Phil stumbles upon a place where everyone is waiting for him to arrive. Is it destiny or something more sinister? He reunites and falls in love with Dani. Before he knows what’s happened, he’s thrown in jail for two murders. Can Phil get himself out of this mess and be with Dani or is it all a dream?

Here is a snippet from It had to be you by Mike Owens:

He rowed the skiff out to the middle of the pond where he floated, silent, gazing up at a crescent moon reflected perfectly in the still surface of the water, a small boat on a small pond, a speck in something so vast with no beginning and no end.

         “Are you all right? I came to check on you.”

         He jumped at the sound of her voice. Her head and bare shoulders were above the gunnels. He looked behind her, where ripples should mark the path of her swim, but saw none.

         “How did you get here?” In other words, how had she made it from the shoreline to his boat, over two hundred feet, without leaving any trace on the surface?

         “How do you think?”

         “You didn’t swim, did you?”

         “Not exactly.” She hoisted herself over the side of the boat. Sometimes she wore a bathing suit, sometimes she didn’t, tonight she didn’t, and she was luminous, brighter than the moon. She must have been visible from some distance, radiant and naked as she was.

         “I’m cold. You have to get me warm.”

         He wrapped his arms around her, and she folded into him, every nook and cranny of his body. He ran his fingers through her hair…perfectly dry. How in hell?

         Even dragging his fingertips across the surface of the water left a trail of ripples, but she’d left no trace. “Can you fly?” he asked, and he got the answer he should have expected.

         “Not exactly.” 


June Fabulous Reads…

Who can you trust when anyone or anything may be a bloodthirsty demon? In Totem of Terror, award-winning author, Robert Herold, chronicles the Eidola Project team confronting a bloodthirsty shape-changing demon. Herold’s Eidola Project series has won a “Best Novel” award from the Southeastern Writers’ Association, plus Reader Ready Awards, and been finalists in other contests. Join the team for first-rate spine-tingling gothic horror.

Here is a snippet from TOTEM OF TERROR by Robert Herold

He became cognizant of white fur appearing all over the woman’s body as she continued to rock above him. At first, it was fine hair, hardly noticeable, but then it became a thick white coat. He let go of her still-thrusting hips and noticed his arms and chest were now covered in black fur. He watched in horror as his fingers withdrew into his palms and the nails formed into claws. Each thumb migrated up his wrists to form dewclaws. Black pads formed on his palms.

Panicking, he reached up to feel his face and noticed the long snout that had emerged.

Eleanor was quickening the pace of their lovemaking, pounding her hips down against him with abandon. She dropped her head to regard him, and Nigel saw her face had fully transformed into a white wolf with two fiery red eyes.


Phoebe’s Cherokee grandmother left her this riddle: “Take care of the land and the land will take care of you.” Now she fights her former brother-in-law Jack for possession of her home and farm near Oklahoma City. Just as she is ready to give up, a sexy and mysterious Native American martial artist named Alex offers to help. Who is Alex and what is his connection to Jack? Why does Jack want the farm after all these years? Why is her grandmother’s ghost lurking in the shadows? Instead of one riddle to solve, Phoebe now has a handful of them. — Read the paranormal romance MUSK RAIN by Terri Branson. | Kindle: | Apple Books: | Barnes & Noble: |

Here is a Snippet from MUSK RAIN by Terri Branson: 

   A sensual aroma warmed Phoebe’s nostrils.

   She looked over her shoulder and found a man watching her from the other end of the aisle.

   Dressed all in black, from denim shirt to jeans to dusty sneakers, he made a striking appearance. Long limbs complimented a solid six-foot frame. Shoulder-length coal-black hair was woven into a sturdy single braid. A tan complexion and handsome features denoted Native American ancestry mixed with something else. Thick lashes framed intense gold eyes. His aroma was primal and exotic, as if nature had poured musk into the rain clouds and sprinkled in a few pheromones just for good measure.

   Offering a smooth smile, he broke eye contact and ambled forward, like a panther stalking prey through the rain forest, his movements powerful yet agile. In fluid motion, he brushed her with a shoulder. Then a hip. And did not apologize for either.

   Usually Phoebe objected to men intruding into her personal space, but this implied panther’s kiss was nothing short of orgasmic. She took a deep breath to shake off a silly schoolgirl flush, and then turned. To her surprise, he was gone. Only the scent of him remained to coat the store. That black-haired panther was not like anything she had ever seen on the edge of the Oklahoma prairie.

   After stuffing the old paperback into the nearest slot, Phoebe walked to the front of the store. The tiny brass bell hanging over the door had not rung. He should still be in the store somewhere. Forgoing any pretense of nonchalance, she stalked the length of the store and peered down straight aisles. In the far corner she found only Twyla.

   “Where is he?” Phoebe demanded with an odd mixture of confusion and annoyance.

   Setting down an armful of books, Twyla headed to the front and slipped behind the counter. “Where’s who?”

   “You didn’t see him?’ Phoebe followed, sliding up to the old counter and dropping her arms on its scuffed surface.

   “What did you see? Another ghost?”

   Phoebe shook her head in absolute certainty. That was no ghost. “A man, dressed all in black.” 

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Looking for a romance that’s a little different? Check out what readers are saying about award-winning romance author @AuthorStacyGold latest release, Wild at Heart. 

©      “(A) unique and exciting romance novel full of outdoor adventure, a sexy trail romance, self-doubt and the bravery behind loving again after past heartbreak.” 

©       “A wonderful read for those interested in second chances, romance, and the crazy paths that life can take us on.”

©  “I especially love when male protagonists aren’t toxic and Evan nailed that to perfection! Pick this up for a lovely and romantic time outdoors.”

©      “Made my heart melt on multiple occasions. All those sweet moments were balanced perfectly with a good dose of spice” 

©       “Refreshingly sweet and funny. The banter between Evan and Jules is delightful and story itself was entertaining.” 

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Here is a Snippet from Wild at Heart by Stacy Gold

 I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, cold air cooling my lungs. If this was going to happen, it needed to be fast and passionate and wild and impersonal. Because tomorrow he’d be gone, and I’d be nothing more than a fun rebound story for him. Part of his big backpacking adventure.

“Are you okay?” Evan’s low voice sounded sensitive. Caring. Worried.

I cringed.

He was a nice guy.

The kind of guy who wanted to make slow, tender love then cuddle all night. I didn’t do all night. Or cuddling. I had hot sex and went on my way. It was better, safer, that way.

All night meant something else. Something I wasn’t ready for. Something I realized I hadn’t been ready for since Justin.

Evan made me feel special and beautiful and like I deserved more than just a fuck. Out here in the middle of nowhere, with shooting stars falling all around, it was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

I wanted to be the person he thought he saw, at least for a little while. But that didn’t mean it was safe to let this get all emotional. I didn’t deserve anything more than I could give. If we were going to do this, I couldn’t let him into anything other than my body. Not any more than I already had.

“I’m sorry, Jules.” Evan’s fingertips drifted along my cheekbone. “Did I do something wrong?”

I shook my head, hoping he’d stop touching me like that. Hoping he wouldn’t. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not you, it’s me.”

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else. We can just lay here and watch the stars fall and it’ll still be the best night of my life.” He stroked my hair gently, and I fought the urge to lean into his hand like a cat desperate for attention.

Shifting and tugging, he moved me off him and tucked me against his side. One hand wrapped tight around my shoulders, the other caressed my face, my neck, my arm. It was sweet. He was sweet. Too sweet. And too romantic. And nice. And sexy.

I pressed my cheek into his chest and squeezed my eyes shut fighting against the rush of memories of other moments too much like this one. His spicy, masculine scent swirled around in my head.

It’s probably better this way. He’s not Justin and he never will be—even if he sticks around longer than tomorrow.


SUPERSTAR has the honor of being the story it took Beth Henderson the longest to write and was also the longest story she’s ever written. But Paul Montgomery walked into her head in the late 1980s when she was still unpublished and he was nothing like any of her previous heroes, not like those that would follow him once she landed that first publishing contract. His story was different, too. As one of her co-workers gasped when reading early pages of the tale, “Your hero has feet of clay!” He did things he’d soon regret, but they simply made the story much more interesting to write because Henderson didn’t know what he might do next! Because she had snagged contracts to write romantic comedy, and Paul’s story didn’t fit that category, she kept putting his story aside. It would collect dust for years. But when he began whispering in her ear again…she went back to work with him. The story’s time period spans decades, 1964 to 1994, to be precise. However, it also took Henderson nearly thirty years to write it. Now she rereads it a couple times a year because she misses hanging out with Paul. 

Here is a snippet from SUPERSTAR by Beth Henderson

Much as he hated to admit it, Tom was right about his music. It sold, but it could be better. He could see a difference in the songs he’d been writing.

Jim Gordon’s hitch would be up in a matter of days. That meant getting the band back together. Or, rather, replacing the missing members.

Jim had a good feel for people. He’d be able to find the right men to fill the void.

It would be great to see Jim again. Not for the first few weeks. If Jill was any indication, the Gordons wouldn’t surface from their bed for a month.

He was surprised to find her sitting on his porch when he got home.

“Got a drink for a thirsty friend?” she asked.

The girl who’d worn a bridal glow of anticipation was gone. He wondered what had changed her into the stoically stiff woman who waited on his stoop, her eyes hallowed by dark sleepless circles.

“Sure,” he said, unlocking the door. “What’re you drinking?”

“Gin. How’s Tom?” She followed him inside, taking a seat on one of the bar stools in his tiny kitchen.

“Close minded as ever.”

“Another rotten grade?”

“I’m improving. He condescended to give me a C this time.”

Jill accepted her drink and sipped it. “Show him any of the new stuff?”

“I don’t want to depress myself,” he said. “What’s up, Jilly? Hear from Jim yet?”

She buried her nose in her glass, making a negative sound as she drank.

“Don’t forget Bobbie’s pool baptism is this weekend.”

Jill nodded and finished off her drink. “I haven’t forgotten,” she said. “Could I have another?”

It wasn’t like her to resort to booze. He wondered what had happened to send Jill hot foot to the bottle. It hadn’t been her first drink of the day, he realized. Her eyes were blood shot, red and puffy. As if she’d been crying.

She finished off half the second glass before she handed him the telegram.

Jill took the bottle from his hand and poured another couple fingers into her glass. “The chaplain helped me fill out the papers yesterday,” she said. Her voice was as steady as if she were handling a business contract. It was crisp, devoid of emotion. “I chose a private ceremony.”

“Sweet Jesus. When did you get this?”

She studied her glass. “Two days ago. His body arrived today.”