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Misty Lake is the first stand-alone book in the clean, romantic suspense series called “entertaining and engaging.” If you like small towns, big families, and happy endings, you’ll love getting to know the McCabes of Misty Lake, Minnesota. Buy now:

https://www.amazon.com/Misty-Lake-Book-One-ebook/dp/B0100ZLWWY/

Description

Samantha Taylor has lost all those dearest to her…her parents, her brother, and now the grandfather who raised her. When his will is read and some of his secrets come to light, Sam finds herself back in Misty Lake, Minnesota, a place that holds countless happy memories but, as she quickly discovers, just as many questions.

Jake McCabe, Misty Lake’s sheriff, is as curious as anyone about the town’s newest resident but it isn’t until Sam becomes the victim of a particularly cruel vandal that he meets her and gets a look at the house that has everyone in town talking.

As Jake races to keep Sam safe from the escalating attacks, he also works to break down the wall she has built around herself and to convince her that a life without love isn’t a life at all.

Misty Lake is the first stand-alone book in the clean, romantic suspense series called “entertaining and engaging.” If you like small towns, big families, and happy endings, you’ll love getting to know the McCabes of Misty Lake, Minnesota.

Reviews

“A great mix of mystery, intrigue and romance.”

~Amazon Review

“The writing was well-crafted and the dialogue had a natural flow to it. Jake’s investigation and dealings with people added authenticity to his role. The description of this small Minnesota lake town was beautiful and charming, a town you’d want to live in. It was a sweet and thrilling read that kept me turning pages to find out just who it was so determined to run Sam out of town. The characters are an interesting and fun cast, each adding their own little sliver to the story.”

~Charlie Anderson, Blogger at Girl of 1000 Wonders

“Loved this book! So nice to find an author that can grab and hold your attention without the need for profanity or sex. Looking forward to the next book!”

~Amazon Review

“What a great cast of characters in a quaint town. The story was very interesting and I especially liked the details about woodworking and how the main character used her love for woodworking to reach out and help struggling teens.”

~Amazon Review

“This was an excellent read. The author has a smooth and engaging writing style. The characters come alive on the page. The setting was well done I could almost feel the fog on my skin.”

~Amazon Review

About the Author: Margaret Standafer

Hi, I’m Margaret Standafer, author of the Misty Lake series. I live and write in the suburbs of Minneapolis, MN with the support of my husband and children, and in spite of the lack of support from my ever-demanding Golden Retriever. When I’m not writing, I’m working as a substitute teacher in middle school and high school, gardening, hiking, walking my dog, traveling, or reading. Actually, I’m always reading and have found ways to incorporate it into most of the aforementioned activities! It is my sincere hope that you enjoy my writing.

To learn more about the author, please visit Margaret at:

Website: https://www.margaretstandafer.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/m_standafer

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Margaret-Standafer-1580626742192353/?modal=composer&ref=page_homepage_panel

Here’s something special just for the mommies/ladies!

One Wicked Storm. Forced Proximity. Endless Temptation.

“Absolutely loved the twists, turns, and suspense from beginning to end…well written with amazing characters…” ★★★★★

Getting dumped at the altar nearly broke Lana McKenzie beyond repair.

A year later, she was working to rebuild her life. Until a face from her past forces her to seek an escape.

Tucked away in a beautiful, secluded mountain estate, Lana finally finds her solace. That is until she comes face to face with her new roommate.

Kayden Capshaw is a sexy out of control party boy whose grief has pushed him to a much-needed getaway in the house on the mountain. But Lana was the last person he expected to find there.

She’s feisty, stubborn, and undeniably gorgeous.

He’s arrogant, flashy, and hotter than the sun.

She’ll do anything to stay away. He’ll do anything to get close.

Forced to ride out a winter storm together, a second-chance romance blossoms, but unwelcomed guests threaten to interrupt the delicate fabric of their new relationship. Will their fiery passion continue to burn bright or will outside forces put out the flames for good? https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01NCRZAF9

Reviews

“Talk about a whirlwind of a read.  There is loads to keep you invested and also the chance to watch the characters grow stronger. This is the authors debut series and she has in my opinion done it well. She didn’t allow the story to become stagnant and provided enough information where it wasn’t overly done but balanced well. An exciting read that will leave you wanting more from her in the future.” Teri, -SJ’s Book Blog

“Florida author R.L Jackson’s series THE CRASHING SERIES of which CRASHING INTO ME is Book One shows promise of a very well skilled romance writer – a ringmaster of a dark circus of players whose identities may be a bit difficult to isolate at times but whose interaction produces a fast-paced ride guaranteed to keep your attention and your adrenaline high.” Grady Harp, San Francisco Review of Books

“At the end of the day, when the kids are all tucked in bed I love to sneak away and have a few quiet minutes to myself. Most recently I could be found reading “Crashing Into Me” by R. L. Jackson.The author has created a contemporary romance with interesting characters that are defined by their unique life experiences. I love that neither character is perfect. They are flawed just like the rest of us. They both carry emotional baggage that developed from painful experiences in their pasts. The story shows us how your personal experiences make you into the person you are today. We see how these feelings shape whom you become and the decisions and actions you make through the lives of each character.”

“Ms. Jackson will transport you to a small town, nestled in the mountains through her very descriptive storytelling. She will make you feel a full range of emotions from contempt to empathy. She shares the characters memories and experiences to the point where you feel like you are really there, sharing in the moment.” Elizabeth, PennyMinding Mom

About the Author: R.L. Jackson

R.L Jackson is an independent filmmaker, magazine editor and screenwriter who writes romance and romantic suspense with an aim for readers to, “Get Lost In Intense Passion and Diverse Worlds.” She lives in south Florida enjoys binge-watching Netflix, uses her treadmill as an over-sized coat hanger, but loves to dance to the Fitness Marshall videos on Youtube.

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Brit Lunden’ novella, Bulwark, takes you down the dark path of spine-tingling horror. The eerie suspense will keep you turning the pages.

https://www.amazon.com/Bulwark-Brit-Lunden/dp/1947188909

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bulwark-brit-lunden/1127784459

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1332136576

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/bulwark

https://www.scribd.com/book/368510843/Bulwark

https://www.24symbols.com/book/x/x/x?id=2533659

https://play.playster.com/books/10009781947188945

Description 

Clay Finnes is the sheriff of a small town in Georgia called Bulwark. Recently separated from his wife, all he can think about is what went wrong, and will Jenna ever come back to him. He’s troubled by a bothersome reporter trying to build a story from what he thinks is a normal day in his life. Clay has to admit that the fantastical stories, told by an accident victim as well as unusual sightings of wolves, things are getting a bit strange. A visit to the ominous Gingerbread House makes him realize that his life as he knows it will never be the same.

About the Author

Brit Lunden is also known as prolific children’s author, Carole P. Roman. She has published over fifty books.

Whether it’s pirates, princesses, or discovering the world around us, her books have enchanted educators, parents, and her diverse audience of children. She hosts two blog radio programs and is one of the founders of a new magazine, Indie Author’s Monthly. She’s been interviewed twice by Forbes Magazine. Carole has co-authored a self-help book, Navigating Indieworld: A Beginners Guide to Self-Publishing and Marketing.

Bulwark is her first book of adult fiction.

For more information, please see the following:

Website link/blog

http://www.caroleproman.com

Twitter

https://twitter.com/caroleproman

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/CarolePRomanAwardWinningAuthorAndBooks/ 

Bulwark

Brit Lunden

For my family

ISBN-10:1-947188-27-5

ISBN-13:  978-1-947188-27-3

Excerpt

Chapter 1 – Primordial Soup

“It’s like a primordial soup,” Clay Finnes muttered his hands on his hips.

“A primordial what?” Owen Bishop raised his hangdog face to look at the town sheriff.

“Primordial, ancient, prehistoric…” Clay looked at the deputy’s blank face and finished with, “old…really, really old.”

“Oh,” Owen shook his craggy head. His bulbous eyes looked like two hard boiled eggs; his hair was matted as if was glued to the top of his round head. Owen never passed any of the tests allowing him to advance on the force. He was a deputy when Clay first got a job in Bulwark right out of the army. As the promotions started coming, Clay eventually became his boss. He wondered if it bothered the older man taking direction from someone who trained under him.

“You mean like dinosaurs?” Owen scratched his head.

“Dino… no… forget it, Owen. What else did the couple say?” He listened to Owen drone on about the car that was now sitting in the middle of the greenish pond.

“Appears they were coming from the other side.” Owen pointed vaguely in the other direction.

“How could they? There’s nothing there. That road has been closed off for years.”

Something was missing. He wasn’t sure what, but a feeling of unease enveloped Clay until his body fairly vibrated with it.

Clay looked up, his deep brown eyes scanning the thicket of trees surrounding the strange body of water that seemed to appear overnight. He crinkled his nose; it smelled pretty bad too. It was a greenish color, like a dirty army fatigue. It seemed shallow. He resisted the urge to stick the toe of his boot in the water. It was still, the surface like polished glass. The Ford Fusion was trapped in the what appeared to be the deepest part of the puddle as if they had tried to speed through it. The brackish water about two feet deep.

“If they had skirted the edges they would have made it through. He shoulda used the choke, probably got an entire engine full of water.” Once Owen started talking he could go on about something forever.

“Where the hell were they coming from?” Clay muttered to himself. He moved away as if to see through the gloom. “It’s a road that leads to nowhere.”

He took off his hat, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. It was hotter than usual. No breeze ruffled the leafy trees or relieved the stifling humidity that made his shirt stick to his back.

There was nothing, no sound, not the humming of bees, or mosquitoes. Not a bird in sight or the croaking music of frogs in the late afternoon. When he got home, he’d mention it to Jenna…his wandering thoughts came to an abrupt halt. There would be no conversation. Jenna wasn’t there anymore. His family’s old farm house only had one occupant now. His wife had up and left him. He felt his chest tighten, his throat closing up. His entire life changed and would never be the same. Losing Claire was just the beginning of the end. After that had happened, it was as though they were stuck in some nightmare and couldn’t get out.

“Well,” Owen continued, oblivious to his boss’s distracted air. “The car hit the…um…water, at a high rate of speed, I think. It must’ve started to sink.”

“It’s not deep enough to sink,” Clay observed his deputy scratch his bald head, then turned to look at the enormous puddle. It covered the road from one end to the other. He chewed the inside of his cheek. He had to admit, it appeared larger than when he got here, but it couldn’t be that deep, could it?” Clay forced his attention back to Owen. It helped him stop thinking of his own life. “Where are they?”

“Over at JB’s house. The wives pretty freaked out.”

“JB?” Clay liked the old football pro, had shared quite a few stories with the old vet.

“Over what. The puddle?” The interruption was from Dayna Dalton, a reporter from the Bulwark Advance. She was walking toward them, a camera hung around her exposed neck, a spiral notebook clasped in the other. “Think somebody dropped a load of waste here.”

Clay looked at her, his cheek twitched. Her buttons strained to the point that she looked like her clothes had been painted on her body. She shook her mane of red hair like an angry mare. He turned his gaze away, knowing it annoyed her. No matter how much she pranced around in her tight jeans, he wasn’t interested. She didn’t do anything for him in high school, and she didn’t do anything for him now. Somehow, it never stopped her from trying to get him to notice her. Clay was tired of it. He sighed gustily.

She came around the back of the car, moving into his personal space. For a minute, Clay thought about backing up, but damn it all, he was the sheriff. He stood his ground, daydreaming of Dayna’s reaction when he threw her into the stinky, green lake that had developed overnight.

Dayna repeated her comment about someone dropping waste. Clay shrugged indifferently, then turned to Owen, ignoring her.

He could feel her bristling but refused to move. He dug his feet in the dark soil, his arms folded over his chest. “JB see anything? Maybe notice something out of place?”

Owen shook his head. “Nope. Nada. I asked. Been quiet. He said this started small. Says he has a few pictures on his laptop he can send us.” Owen paused and then said, “Wait, he mentioned they had a wolf problem lately.”

Clay looked at Owen sharply. “Wolves, there haven’t been…hey!”

He saw Dayna take off, her feet moving quickly toward a thicket of trees.

“Dayna!” Clay called, who was dashing up a small incline toward JB Straton’s small cabin over the ridge.

Well, I’ve decided to jump on the Black Friday-Cyber Monday bandwagon! Brandon Makes Jiao Zi (Kindle version) will be FREE on Amazon Nov. 23-26th! Please download it and if you like it, please leave a review (no need if you don’t – ha ha j/k! All honest reviews are appreciated)! Thank you! Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076CQJ1J2

Some men are just evil. And, when Joan calls 911 to report the murder of her friend, Estella, she starts a manhunt for pure evil, but not in the way she expected. Buried Ladies is the first in the Buried Ladies Series. Buy now at: https://www.amazon.com/Angela-Hausman/e/B01MG90NEZ

About the Author: Angela Hausman

The Buried Ladies series (Buried Ladies, Scars of the Past, and Azure’s Revenge) are the first fiction written by Angela Hausman since creating a highly acclaimed (by fellow 6th graders, teachers, and family) science fiction series as a teen.

Dr. Angela Hausman was born in McKeesport, Pennsylvania and later received undergraduate and MBA degrees from the University of Pittsburgh before completing a Marketing PhD at the University of South Florida. Over her career, she lived in many places and met diverse people, which she filed away to create her plots and characters.

Angela currently lives in Washington, DC, where she works as a marketing consultant and teaches marketing at George Washington and University of The District of Columbia. She writes in her home office, where various dogs and cats block her in until she’s finished the day’s writing quota.

For more information about Angela, please visit the following:

Website: http://angelahausman.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/buriedladies 

Facebook: http://Facebook.com/buriedladies

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/angie_hausman

Other novels 

Scars of the Past

 Description: We all love the convenience of connected devices, but what happens when those devices kill? SCARS OF THE PAST explores how hackers use IoT devices as weapons of destruction, even death. Jacob and his team of FBI cyber sleuths must find a serial killer hiding behind aberrant code in connected devices that’s killing Russian diplomats in the US drumming up support for Russia’s incursion into Ukraine. It seems anyone who opposes Ukrainian reunification is in danger—and the killers aren’t shy about leaving a trail of other bodies as collateral damage. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B072KJ8SHD

Review excerpts:

“This author knows quite a bit about the subject she writing about. I enjoyed the book. It is exciting and fresh.” Aly

“Likable characters pull you into the story.” Wendy

Azure’s Revenge

Trailer: https://youtu.be/QkJRg0ECNkY

 Description:

Not since the Dark Ages has the plague been such a serious threat to mankind; able to kill millions and bring down governments. Only this time, the bacteria is being manipulated by a group of domestic terrorists who are organized, well-funded, and determined. Will the FBI be able to thwart their plan before human exposure hits a critical mass that no one can stop?https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0749YX1BB

 The Grid (available for pre-order, Release Dec. 21)

 Description: No phone, no money, no A/C or heat, right? Sure, but you also lose life-sustaining medical devices, water (towers can’t refill without it), food (no money to exchange for it and no energy to grow it) causing a total breakdown of government, social services, and the military (how do you communicate without electricity?). Massive chaos, looting, death.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KBK1TG3

Is a new Texas law a harbinger of death? Based on fact, award-winning author, Anita Dickason’s latest release in her FBI Tracker novels spirals to an explosive conclusion. 

When the local investigation into a missing ATF agent stalls, FBI Tracker Adrian Dillard is sent to Texas to find out why. He’s not greeted with open arms.

Plagued by resentment from local agents, his uncanny intuition kicks into high gear when every lead ends with a dead body. Who knows more than they are telling? Is the missing agent an unwitting victim, or a deadly mastermind? And who is staying a step ahead of him?

Dyson’s fiancée, Homicide Detective Tracy Harlowe, may have the answers, but she’s not talking. The secrets the impetuous detective is hiding could very well get her killed.

A chilling discovery puts Homeland Security on high alert. Pressure mounts as the President demands answers. When Tracy disappears, Adrian knows he’s running out of time. There’s only one question left. Who dies next?

About the author: Anita Dickason 

Anita Dickason is a retired Dallas police officer. She served as a patrol officer, an undercover narcotics detective, advanced accident investigator, and SWAT tactical officer and first female sniper.

Her novels are based on her extensive law enforcement knowledge and experience. She loves reading the folklore of Native Americans, the Irish and Scots. She adds a surreal touch to her characters from those ancient myths and legends.

You can find out more about Anita Dickason at the following links:

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/anita_dickason

Website: www.anitadickson.com

Excerpt

He hated undercover assignments. Most could be defined with one word—sleazy. Despite its ominous purpose, this one wasn’t any different. The bar stank. Smoke from the grills hung in the air, adding another layer of grime to the windows filled with flashing beer signs. Grease and dirt, and probably a good bit of blood mixed in, stained the wood floor. A rank odor of sweat rose from the bikers that edged the bar and grouped at the tables. Their attention was riveted on the action that flashed across the large TV screens mounted on the walls. An occasional cheer would resound when a touchdown was scored.

FBI Tracker Adrian Dillard leaned back in his chair, his long legs outstretched under a table tucked in a dark corner of the room. One arm rested on the scarred wood near a long-necked beer bottle. The other was on his leg within easy reach of the gun concealed by a grungy leather jacket.

He took a sip. His gaze wandered around the room, then back to the TV screen. While outwardly relaxed, his every instinct was alert. His neck tingled with a familiar sense of danger. Despite the rough stubble of whiskers and hair that brushed his collar, several of the bruisers in the place had already cast suspicious looks his way.

Would the informant show? He hoped the promise of the hundred-dollar bills in his pocket would be enough. An ATF agent, Stuart Dyson, was missing, and this might be his only shot at finding his whereabouts, or to learn if the agent was alive.

He glanced at the wall clock. Damn! The man should have been here by now. A whisper echoed in the tiny receiver in his ear. “Biker just pulled into the parking lot. He’s wearing a red bandana. May be our guy.”

Fellow Tracker Cat Morgan had the entrance covered from her position in a vehicle parked across the street. As he watched the door, Adrian shifted. His fingers inched closer to the gun.

Slightly reassured that he could still speak and appeared mentally intact enough to conjure an insult, Sophia told Aiden to stay as he was while she turned her attention to the continuing conflict. Standing again, she renewed her attempt to guide students to the walls or classrooms. The first three boys scowled at the directions but complied, taking several steps away from where they had stood, turning to face the wall.

As promised . . .

The whodunit, A Stone’s Throw, is Alex R Carver’s latest release in his Inspector Stone’s series. The pre-order price for the Agatha Christie-style murder mystery is 99 cents. Buy now at: https://www.books2read.com/b/31xo0w.

About the author: Alex R Carver

After working in the clerical, warehouse and retail industries over the years, without gaining much satisfaction, Alex quit to follow his dream and become a full-time writer. Where There’s A Will is the first book in the Inspector Stone Mysteries series, with more books in the series to come, as well as titles in other genres in the pipeline.

His dream is to one day earn enough to travel, with a return to Egypt to visit the parts he missed before, and Macchu Picchu, top of his wishlist of destinations.

When not writing, he is either playing a game or being distracted by Molly the Yorkie, who is greedy for both attention and whatever food is to be found.

You can find out more about Alex R Carver at the following links:

https://twitter.com/arcarver87

https://medium.com/@arcarver87

https://www.facebook.com/Alex-R-Carver-1794038897591918/

Excerpt

Jennifer entered the room on Nathan’s heels, though she had to stop almost immediately as Nathan halted, forcing her to lean around him so she could see the room. Her eyes were drawn to the bed and what it held but she immediately spun away, her stomach heaving as she fought the urge to throw up.

It wasn’t that she could see much, except for the handle of the knife and a small red stain, but the knowledge of what she wasn’t quite seeing was enough to make her nauseous.

“Is he…is he dead?” she asked in a hesitant voice, afraid that the mere act of talking would be enough to make her lose control.

Nathan could guess at the answer, based on what he could see, nonetheless he moved forward and shifted the pillow out of the way, so he could press his fingers to Jean Martin’s throat. A single touch was enough to confirm what his eyes had already told him; the chef had been dead for some time, hours, he could only guess at how many, but even being covered up hadn’t helped to keep his body warm. He was as cold as only a dead person could be.

“He’s dead,” he said with a sad nod as he looked down at the deceased man. He realised that it was irrational, but he couldn’t help feeling that the murder was his fault; if he had been cleverer and quicker he would have linked the tenderiser to Martin yesterday, and by doing so he could perhaps have prevented him being killed. “Damn,” he swore briefly, venting his emotions before turning to Jennifer. “When you feel up to it, would you mind finding Constable Havers and bringing him here?”

Jennifer nodded weakly and left the room. She was glad to be away from the body of the man she had known for the past two years, but she didn’t think she would be able to forget the look on his face that had been revealed when the pillow was taken away. She stumbled down the passage towards the stairs, and as she did so she wondered how life could have changed so dramatically for her in such a short time.

Hello lovely people! For the next month or so, I will be introducing books (not necessarily children’s books) and guest blogs by amazing independent authors! Maybe you will meet your next favorite author here! Check out the schedule below – you might already know some of these authors as a few of them have been featured on this blog in the past: