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Book Excerpt from Shawndirea

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Book Excerpt

Sunlight filtered through the leafy canopy. Several birds flew low across the stream and through the trees. Seconds later two yellow butterflies glided to the edge of the far bank and landed. A larger butterfly caught his attention. At first glance he thought it was a giant swallowtail, but instead, it turned out to be an oversized tiger swallowtail.

Ben’s fingers tightened around the net handle. He pushed himself to his feet. He stepped lightly and headed toward the stream to get a better look at the butterflies. Near the bank, a blur of metallic bluish-green streaked past him.

“Damn!” he said, watching the zipping wings catch the breeze and glide.

With incredible speed, it darted up, down, left to right, and along the stream’s edge. Perhaps the sweltering heat or near dehydration was playing tricks on him, but he was almost certain glittery dust trailed behind it.

Ben hurried after the butterfly, a prize unlike any other in his collection.

Few butterflies in this part of Kentucky had such metallic colorings. One he thought of immediately was the White M Hairstreak, but this one was too large and flew much swifter. Another butterfly with similar colors was the long-tailed skipper, but the sheen sparkling off the butterfly following the stream was too bright. Its flight was also more erratic. The skipper stayed near gardens, and he doubted any strayed this far into the woods since the larvae food plant was the leaf of various beanstalks.

Ben realized he had just discovered something new. Excitement shot through him.

He hurried along the stream and jumped over a fallen tree. His sudden pursuit had not gone unnoticed. The iridescent creature darted downward and swept through the tiny branches of a shrub. But Ben moved faster.

As the beautifully winged specimen shot through the other side of the bush, Ben arced the net sharply and captured his prize. The end of the net pulled and stretched while his captive struggled to fight free.

Quickly, Ben clamped his fingers near the end of the net, but by the time he did, the struggling ceased.

He opened the net and looked inside. His eyes widened.

“What the hell?” he asked.

At the bottom of the net lay a gorgeous creature, but not what he had expected to capture. Her wings were tattered, frayed. Unconscious, he hoped, but he feared she might be dying or already dead. Broken scales and wing fragments covered her nearly nude body.

His excitement of the chase suddenly turned to regret and dread.

A faery?

Ben dropped to his knees and gently set down the net.

“God,” he whispered. “I hope I didn’t kill you.”

 

Shawndirea

Shawndirea PB2Title: Shawndirea

Author: Leonard D. Hilley II

Genre: Fantasy

Often the smallest unexpected surprises garner the most demanding dilemmas, which proves to be the ordeal that entomologist Ben Whytten faces. While netting butterflies to add to his vast collection, he mistakenly sweeps what he thinks is the most spectacular butterfly he has ever seen into his net. Upon examining his catch, Ben is horrified to discover he has captured a faery and shredded her delicate wings into useless ribbons. Devastated, Ben vows to take Shawndirea back to her realm, Aetheaon; but he discovers that doing so places their lives into immediate danger. To get to Aetheaon, they must pass through a portal rift deep inside the haunted cavern, Devils Den. Once they cross the rift, Ben enters a world where mysteries, magic, betrayal, and power struggles await. He must adapt quickly or die because Aetheaon is filled with enchanted creatures and numerous races where chaos often dominates order. And since Shawndirea’s destined for the throne of Elvendale, opposing dark forces plot to prevent her from ever reaching her kingdom again. The faery’s magic isn’t enough to fully protect them, so he must trust other adventurers to aid them during their journey.

Author Bio

IMG_0042Leonard D. Hilley II currently lives in the mountains of Kentucky with his wife, Christal, and their two children. He is the author of The Darkness Series–Predators of Darkness: Aftermath, Beyond the Darkness, The Game of Pawns, and Death’s Valley.

Links

Book link: http://www.amazon.com/Shawndirea-Chronicles-Aetheaon-Book-One-ebook/dp/B00KYTQWUY

Blog link: http://deimosweb-hilley.blogspot.com/

Twitter: @Deimosweb

Facebook Author Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Leonard-D-Hilley-IIauthor-page/157289854329916?ref=hl

Shawndirea is available via Kindle Unlimited as well.

Giveaway

There’s a tour-wide giveaway for two paperback copies of “Shawndirea”. The giveaway is international.

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Book Excerpt from Ruby’s Letters

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September 2006

 

                Three large men glared at Emma Hopkins, their beefy arms crossed over equally massive chests. Her gloved hands tightened around the handle of a sledgehammer.

                Her employees. Fearless. Manly.

Pouting like a bunch of four-year-olds.

“Oh, stop sulking. You guys always get to do the demolition. It’s my turn.”

“We are no sulking. We are waiting,” Carlos quipped in a thick Cuban accent. “Swing the hammer.”

“Yeah, just pretend the wall is the head of that meter maid who gave you a ticket while you were stopped at a red light,” Bart said.

Relaxing her hold, she scrutinized the laborer. “You know, Bart, you really scare me sometimes.”

“He scares all of us.” Mike, her head mason, flicked a contractor bag until it opened.

“Gee, I can’t imagine why.” Emma returned to her task. A gentle late-summer breeze came in through the open window, bringing with it the pleasing fragrance of damp earth. “Hush, all of you. I need to focus.”

She studied the five-foot-high brick structure jutting out from the wall that imprisoned the enormous kitchen fireplace, looking for the perfect place to land her blow. The bottom half appeared solid, with pin-straight mortar joints, but the top was sloppy and uneven. Either two different people had built this thing, or someone had imbibed a few cocktails while on the job. In any case, behind the wall was a huge fireplace she was itching to get her hands on.

She’d earned this privilege.

With a deep breath, Emma swung the hammer through the air.

As soon as the heavy metal head made contact, the top portion of the barrier gave way. She gasped in surprise, stumbling as the hammer dropped from her hands. Bricks and mortar collapsed into the firebox as a blast of cold, stale air swept through her, sending chills down her spine. No, not chills. More like an electric shock that froze her body for a millisecond before it warmed again.

Emma steadied herself. What the hell?

Estás bien, Boss Lady?”

She focused on Carlos’s concerned face, trying to shake off the odd feeling. “Yeah. I was just startled at how easily it fell.”

He smirked. “Even the wall knows not to mess with you before you’ve had your café.”

Emma removed her safety glasses and slapped them against his chest. “You’ve just been reduced to bag holder.”

While she mindlessly tossed debris into the contractor bag Carlos grudgingly held open for her, her sense of pride grew.

She always loved the first day at a new job, but this one—this one—would put her fireplace and chimney company on the map. Working in a historic brownstone practically at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge was going to be a delight, even if it was a bitch to find a parking space. She loved this part of Brooklyn Heights, and with ten fireplaces to restore, they were going to have one hell of a job to brag about.

As long as everything went smoothly.

Her gloved hand wrapped around something long, thin, and hard. What the hell? She gave a good tug and withdrew a bone. Great, another dead animal. She’d better get it out of the firebox before Bart saw it. With his sick sense of humor, God only knew what perverse ideas he’d come up with just to get a laugh.

Grabbing a droplight, she brought it over to the opening and aimed it down into the pit, peering over the half-wall.

Empty eye sockets stared back at her.

Shock waves rocketed through her body, unleashing a guttural scream. She jerked back, dropping the light and whacking her head against the opening of the firebox.

Her butt hit the ground hard. She cradled the back of her skull, more from reflex than from actual pain. Her mind was too numb for that.

No, it can’t be.

Emma stared at the bone still gripped in her hand. “Ew!” She flung it aside.

                In seconds, her men surrounded her.

                “Emma, what’s wrong?” Bart’s normally pink-hued face appeared white even against his reddish blond hair.

She opened her mouth to speak but instead released a high-pitched squeak. Carlos offered a hand.

She grabbed it, hoping to draw strength from him before he pulled her up. The guys stared at her, waiting for some direction.

With her heart attempting to punch a hole through her chest, she inched toward the fireplace and picked up the lamp again. Hesitating, she braced herself before glancing over what remained of the brick wall.

Bones.

Grotesque. Surreal. Contorted into the form of what was once a human being. The skull looked dingy brown in the bright light of the drop lamp. Arm bones, pinned behind the rib cage, were visible beneath the debris.

“There’s a body in here,” she whispered.

About The Book

Ruby's Letters CoverTitle: Ruby’s Letters

Author: Maggie van Well

Genre: Contemporary / Paranormal Romance

You never know what you’ll find behind the wall of a closed up fireplace.

Emma Hopkins is a recently divorced chimney sweep trying to make it in a man’s world. When she wins a huge job in Brooklyn Heights , she finds more than she bargains for; a sexy general contractor who makes her blood boil and an evil spirit who wants her dead.

Ryan Atkinson struggles to keep his once-successful general contracting business alive, but horrors in his past have made him a shell of the man he once was. Now he has to face those fears to save Emma from a murderous ghost hell-bent on revenge.

Together, Ryan and Emma become ghost hunting partners, hoping to solve the mystery behind Ruby’s letters. What they uncover is a one-hundred year old murder and a budding love that can’t be denied.

Author Bio

Maggie lives on Long Island with her husband, four insane children (no idea where they get that from) and three entertaining Italian greyhounds; Rosie, Stripe and Santa’s Little Helper (yes, that’s his real name). She also has two ringed-neck doves, because, ya know, who doesn’t like getting woken up at 2 in the morning by cooing?

She loves the ocean, and feels blessed to be able to go to the beach whenever she wants. She is addicted to café mochas, Godiva chocolate, and hidden object games. Seriously, there’s an intervention in her future.

Links

http://www.maggievanwell.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MaggieVanWell

Book Excerpt from The Luddite’s Guide to Technology

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I’m hosting another book by author CJS Hayward today, this time “The Luddite’s Guide to Technology”. I hope you enjoy the snippet from this book!

Plato: The Allegory of the… Flickering Screen?

Socrates: And now, let me give an illustration to show how far our nature is enlightened or unenlightened:—Behold! a human being in a darkened den, who has a slack jaw towards only source of light in the den; this is where he has gravitated since his childhood, and though his legs and neck are not chained or restrained any way, yet he scarcely turns round his head. In front of him are images from faroff, projected onto a flickering screen. And others whom he cannot see, from behind their walls, control the images like marionette players manipulating puppets. And there are many people in such dens, some isolated one way, some another.

Glaucon: I see.

Socrates: And do you see, I said, the flickering screen showing men, and all sorts of vessels, and statues and collectible animals made of wood and stone and various materials, and all sorts of commercial products which appear on the screen? Some of them are talking, and there is rarely silence.

Glaucon: You have shown me a strange image, and they are strange prisoners.

Socrates: Much like us. And they see only their own images, or the images of one another, as they appear on the screen opposite them?

Glaucon: True, he said; how could they see anything but the images if they never chose to look anywhere else?

Socrates: And they would know nothing about a product they buy, except for what brand it is?

Glaucon: Yes.

Socrates: And if they were able to converse with one another, wouldn’t they think that they were discussing what mattered?

Glaucon: Very true.

Socrates: And suppose further that the screen had sounds which came from its side, wouldn’t they imagine that they were simply hearing what people said?

Glaucon: No question.

Socrates: To them, the truth would be literally nothing but those shadowy things we call the images.

Glaucon: That is certain.

Socrates: And now look again, and see what naturally happens next: the prisoners are released and are shown the truth. At first, when any of them is liberated and required to suddenly stand up and turn his neck around, and walk and look towards the light, he will suffer sharp pains; the glare will distress him, and he will be unable to see the realities of which in his former state he had seen the images; and then imagine someone saying to him, that what he saw before was an illusion, but that now, when he is approaching nearer to being and his eye is turned towards more real existence, he has a clearer vision, -what will be his reply? And you may further imagine that his instructor is asking him to things, not as they are captured on the screen, but in living color -will he not be perplexed? Won’t he imagine that the version which he used to see on the screen are better and more real than the objects which are shown to him in real life?

About The Book

the_luddites_guide_to_technology_iiTitle: The Luddite’s Guide to Technology

Author: CJS Hayward

Genre: creative non-fiction / religion and spirituality / technology – social aspects

Mammon, as it is challenged in the Sermon on the Mount, represents such wealth and possessions as one could have two thousand years ago. But that is merely beer as contrasted to the eighty proof whisky our day has concocted. The Sermon on the Mount aims to put us in the driver’s seat and not what you could possess in ancient times, and if the Sermon on the Mount says something about metaphorical beer, perhaps there are implications for an age where something more like eighty proof whisky is all around us.

Author Bio

cjsh_square_fullChristos Jonathan Seth Hayward wears many hats as a person: author, philosopher, theologian, artist, poet, wayfarer, philologist, inventor, web guru, teacher.

Some have asked, “If a much lesser C.S. Lewis were Orthodox, what would he be like?” And the answer may well be, “CJS Hayward.”

Hayward has lived in the U.S., Malaysia, England, and France, and holds master’s degrees bridging math and computers (UIUC), and philosophy and theology (Cambridge).

Links

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http://tinyurl.com/luddites-guide-technology

Book Excerpt for Project Firebird

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Chris unlocked the door to a long, narrow hall. A tall girl was there already, busy in one corner. At the far end stood three man-shaped placards with ring targets over their chests.

            Mason cheered. ‘A firing range!’

            ‘Shooting range.’ Summer Dartington turned to face them. She didn’t smile, only flicked her brown ponytail. Behind her stood a rack of slender pistols with yellow grips. Leo itched to try one.

            ‘Hi, Summer.’ Paige was being polite.

            ‘Hello. Hi.’ Even after three weeks, Summer hadn’t learned all their names.

            ‘Summer will be your firearms mentor,’ said Chris.

            ‘No.’ Andrew stood in the doorway. ‘The judo stuff, I’m fine with that. But guns, no.’

            ‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist.’ Summer stirred a tub of black pellets with her finger. ‘These are air pistols.’

            ‘You’ll become proficient with these practice weapons first,’ said Chris. Leo swapped a grin with Mason – it sounded as if proper guns would come later. Summer donned wraparound orange glasses, then opened a pistol to tip in a caterpillar of lead shot.

            ‘I’m not shooting a gun,’ said Andrew. ‘My Pa would be mad if he ever knew.’

            ‘Understand this, Andrew.’ Chris drew himself up, becoming every inch Major Bacchus. ‘If people threaten you, they threaten the Project. And the Project is about saving humanity. So anyone who threatens it is an enemy of humanity. So you stop them.’

            As if on cue, Summer raised her pistol and fired four times, recocking rapidly between each shot. The noise was like two sets of popping balloons at either end of the hall. The centre target, shaped like a man wielding a knife, wobbled on its hanger. Andrew’s eyebrows switched his face to sad.

‘Count me out.’

‘Okay.’ Chris let it go, easy as that.

‘That’s all right, then, isn’t it?’ said Summer. ‘Anyone can say they won’t fire a gun when they know someone else will do it for them.’

‘Enough.’ Chris glanced at her. ‘No problem, Andrew. It’s your decision. Go and join Maddison. She’ll be at the Seed Banks. You can help her lead tomorrow’s farming class.’

‘Thanks, Chris.’ Andrew left them, smiling in relief. Summer watched him go with an odd twinkle in her eyes. Amusement, scorn, or some secret thought? It passed too quickly for Leo to decide, and he might have forgotten ever seeing it.

 

About The Book

Project Firebird coverTitle: Project Firebird

Author: Nick Green

Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction

How do you save the world when it’s already too late?

Don’t ask Leo Lloyd-Jones. Ask him how to steal a car, or why he got excluded from every school in Salford, but don’t come to him for help. This whole thing must be a daft mistake – and if anyone finds out, he’s done for.

Earth is on a deadly collision course that nothing can prevent. The only real hope is Project Firebird, deep inside a blast-proof bunker that shelters the brightest and bravest young people. Leo has got mixed up with the likes of Rhys Carnarvon, the celebrated teenage polar explorer, and other child prodigies chosen to keep the flame of civilisation.

Among them is the streetwise Paige Harris, a girl Leo likes a lot (but not in that way). Paige is desperate to rescue her little sister from London before the catastrophe strikes. But no-one is crazy enough to try that. Almost no-one.

Leo is about to find out why he’s here.

 

Author Bio

Nick Green Author Portrait_A2ZoomNick Green lives in the UK. He is the author of seven fiction books to date, including the middle-grade CAT KIN trilogy published by Strident. His other books include THE STORM BOTTLE, a fantasy adventure about the dolphins of Bermuda, and most recently the FIREBIRD trilogy, a YA science fiction epic.

Links

Website:  www.nickgreenbooks.com

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZPz24jbJaQ

 Amazon: http://amzn.to/1lsUNyt

Giveaway

There is a tour-wide giveaway for all three books in the Firebird trilogy in Kindle format.

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Book Tours: Book Excerpt from Loving is Good

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“Celia!”

I wished for lightning to strike me dead. Alone with a sexy man and being summoned by my mom made me feel five all over again.

“Mommy’s calling. I wouldn’t mess with her if I were you. She’s feisty like you.”

“Why are you here? Don’t you have a job, a life, a woman to string along?” My bravado was waning, and the grip I had around my upper chest was cutting off circulation to my heart and making it difficult to breathe. Or maybe that was Gabe. I wasn’t certain. I released my arms and gave my body a little wiggle.

Gabe’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s not a very nice thing to say. You don’t know me, either.”

“Bite me!” I snarled.

“I’m trying. You’re not letting me close enough to sniff.” His smile only widened.

I gave him one of Mom’s evil-eye glares, hoping it would bore holes in his chest, but he only laughed again.

“You’re sexy when you get mad. What are you like when you’re purring like a kitten?” His eyes were blazing, and his smile sparked of sensuality.

I was losing it. My hormones were off the Richter scale. “That’s pathetic. Is that the best you have? I’m not one of the admins at the office, Gabe. Give it up. I told you before. I’m not interested in an office fling. I’m a serious journalist.” I wasn’t able to get that last line out without smiling.

“Uh-huh. You’re not very convincing.” His square shoulders and slightly tilted head thawed the last of my reserve.

I weakened. “OK. Why are you really here?”

“Honestly, to see if my photos helped your mom and aunt. I had a good time last week, took a few photos, got Jackson to write up a blurb, and we ran it. Looks like you’re going to have a busy night.”

Loving is Good

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Author: Brenda Moguez

Genre: Sweet romance / new adult

Celia Mendoza is not living La Vida Loca. She put her graduate studies on hold after her father died. Now she dishes out advice in her e-zine column, Luna Love, Loving is Good. The problem is, she hasn’t had a second date or a kiss in over a year. Then Gabe Mercer, a modern-day Adonis, shows up, daring her to take a chance. The string of broken hearts in his wake turns Celia off, but his relentless encouragement to pursue her dream of becoming a serious journalist contradicts his reputation, making it hard to fight the pull of his topaz, come-hither eyes. He’s everything Luna Love tells her readers to take a chance on, but Celia can’t decide if a chance encounter is worth the gamble. But life has a will of its own, and hers is pushing Celia to accept the uncertainty and run towards her destiny.

Author Bio

moguez_headshotBrenda Moguez lives in San Francisco. She writes fiction with quirky, strong women, with non-formulaic endings because life isn’t always perfect. She writes by the light of the moon and between conference calls. She has aspirations for a fully staffed villa in Barcelona and funding aplenty for a room of her own. When she’s not working on a story, she writes love letters to the universe, dead poets, and Mae West. You can find her at http://www.brendamoguez.com and https://www.facebook.com/BrendaMoguez, where she explores passionate pursuits in all its forms.

Links

Amazon

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Barnes and Nobel

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/loving-is-good-brenda-moguez/1120060641?ean=2940149624850

Social Media

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrendaMoguez

Twitter:  @BrendaMoguez

Email: brenda.moguez@gmail.com

My website:

http://www.brendamoguez.com

Book Tours: Promo Post for When All Balls Drop

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Book Excerpt

Release Me, Now Take Me Back

The studio apartment lacked the every-four-hour interruptions of the hospital, which was good. I needed to be more independent—or as independently dependent as someone could be in my situation. I ate very little, slept little, and was in a lot of pain.

Strangely enough, it was when I left the hospital that the sleepless nights began. Oh how I needed the sleep to heal! However, because of my brace, I couldn’t toss and turn, just quietly count sheep. I also couldn’t use my go-to method of counting the holes in the ceiling tiles because my new ceiling was cheaply painted white without even the oh-so-common popcorn for texture.

Around this time, I began to experience shooting pains in my legs. Despite walking daily to keep the blood flowing, every time I got up out of the car, a chair, or my bed, a sharp pain shot up my legs to my lower back. When I was still, the pain radiated from my toes through my legs up to my lumbar area.

During these shooting spells, I’d flash back to the agony of running the 2004 Boston Marathon. I had completed that grand physical feat but just barely. After mile twenty-three—after Heartbreak Hill and approaching Brookline with Boston’s Back Bay ahead—I felt like I was running on stumps. Each step traveled up through my body, bone by aching bone. But even that excruciating pain paled in comparison to what I was experiencing now. The stifling and severe agony in my legs from running the marathon lasted less than a week, but it had been more than two weeks since my surgery. And did my legs hurt!

How I suffered those first six days out of the hospital and in the studio. All I’d wanted was to get out of the hospital, but as soon as I did, I wanted to go back. The grass is always greener, right?

About The Book

whenallballsdropcoverTitle: When All Balls Drop: The Upside of Losing Everything

Author: Heidi Siefkas

Genre: Non-Fiction, Inspirational, Memoir

The true story of a survivor
who through losing everything,
redefined having it all

Heidi Siefkas was a happily married, globetrotting professional who seemingly “had it all”—until a tree limb in New York’s Hudson River Valley struck her down, breaking her neck and leaving her unconscious. Suddenly, life as she knew it stopped. She lost her independence. She lost her career. She watched her marriage disintegrate as she confronted a trail of devastating lies about her husband’s double life.

She had lost all that mattered, but she was a survivor. She fought to restore her health, repair her broken heart, and rebuild herself. Along the way, she gained clarity about her core values, ultimately coming to a deeper understanding of what it means to have it all.

Through down-to-earth, short vignettes, When All Balls Drop shows us how it’s possible to “look up” in spite of pain, deceit, and loss. Heidi’s memoir–rich with hope and humor, inspires anyone who’s had to confront tragedy and reassess their life in the wake of life-altering events.

Author Bio

Heidi Siefkas is an author and adventurer. Originally from small-town Wisconsin, she lives in Kauai and also calls the Midwest and South Florida home. Heidi is currently crafting a sequel to this memoir, embracing both her wanderlust and love of writing by documenting her many travels. You can connect with Heidi at www.heidisiefkas.com, Facebook, and Twitter.

Links

Website: http://www.heidisiefkas.com

Twitter: @HeidiSiefkas

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HeidiNSiefkas?ref=hl

Giveaway

There is a tour-wide giveaway for 5 paperback copies (US only). Contest will end on September 26, and winners will be announced on September 27. Additionally readers who sign up via the author’s mailing list, will get a free excerpt of the book.

Go here to participate in the giveaway.

Book Excerpt from Saving Jamie

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Saving Jamie 3-DTitle: Saving Jamie

Author: Carol Braswell

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Her secret can get her killed!

The only thing standing between Jamie and the Cartel is FBI agent Rex Garret, but he can’t protect her when she disobeys orders. When a dead body turns up and evidence places Jamie at the scene she becomes the number one suspect. Will he have to arrest the woman he’s come to care about or will he find her dead?

Can he save her this time?

Jamie Kenner barely escapes abduction alive, but at what cost? A traumatic head injury leaves what little memory she has left almost useless. An unlikely friendship with a reclusive, but kind rancher eases her pain and frustration. Yet something isn’t right. Fear haunted her. A secret is locked inside her head, dancing just out of reach…a secret someone is willing to kill for.

Author Bio

IMG_3588Carol Braswell has been writing since 1994. She took it seriously three years ago when a newspaper story caught her eye and Finding Amy was born. But Amy had an identical twin and her story had to be told as well. Saving Jamie dictated her story, Carol listened and Jamie’s adventure came to life.

“Several beta readers told me they didn’t like Jamie in the first book. That’s exactly how I wanted her to come across. But I had to redeem her in Saving Jamie. My editor said I had.”

Mrs. Braswell says she writes what she loves to read. That is a lot of suspense and a little romance thrown in to keep the emotions flowing. Her page turners keep you on the edge wondering just what will happen next. And you never have to wait long for a hunt and capture or a steamy roll in the sheets. Her books are loaded with both.

At present Mrs. Braswell is working on three books and plans to release two more after re-writes. “It is a daunting task, to say the least, but will be well worth the effort.”

She lives in east Texas with her hero husband who can fix anything and three very spoiled Maltese. She says her home was built for comfort and tranquility. Hubby built her a pergola where she escapes to writes.

Links

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https://www.amazon.com/author/carolbraswell
http://cbraswell2.bravejournal.com/

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Taking several deep breaths, she shut her eyes and wiped her wet hands on her dripping wet designer jeans. Bending over, she scratched the wet ground for the special black rock she buried a couple of years ago. “Damn.” She dug her fingers into the mud until the rock appeared and another nail cracked. It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed but it ticked her off. She shouldn’t have to do this but she didn’t trust anyone else.

Her fingers gripped the key and she stood to unlock the gate. Her finger’s shook as she tried to fit the key in the small hole. She sensed someone behind her just before a hairy arm snaked around her neck. A gruff voice whispered in her ear,    “If you scream, I’ll slit your throat.”

The sharp knife pierced the skin on her neck again and another man stepped in front of her and grinned, flashing two gold teeth. He placed duct tape over her mouth, snuffing out the scream that rose in her throat. Her arms were forced back, fastened with zip ties, and the keys to the house and gate were ripped from her hand. Jamie’s heart drummed heavily in her ears. She wanted to run but her legs had turned to rubber. She heard the gate click closed and the two men drug her around the pool to the back door of her old home.

“Oh, crap,” she thought. What the hell was going on? Who were they?