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A Case For the Yarn Maker Ainsley McGregor Book 2 by Candace Havens Genre: Cozy Mystery

Spin a yarn…at your own risk. Everyone at Bless Your Art in Sweet River, Texas, is excited about the Yarn Goddess (yes, that’s her real name) coming to town. Ainsley McGregor has set up a special event at the local community center, but when old Mrs. Whedon doesn’t see eye-to-eye with the Goddess about using quality yarn, a fight breaks out. Who knew the octogenarian had ninja moves like that? It’s all fun and games until George Clooney, Ainsley’s Great Dane, finds Ms. Yarn’s dead body in a booth at Bless Your Art. Now the prime suspect is Mrs. Whedon, and while she’s not the easiest woman to get along with, there’s no way she’s the killer. At least, Ainsley doesn’t think so. As this yarn unravels, Ainsley and her quirky friends learn some interesting things about the case and the Goddess’s checkered past. But there’s a killer on the loose, and George may be the only thing protecting Ainsley from certain death. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo

A Case For the Winemaker Ainsley McGregor Book 1

The closer she gets to the truth, the more she finds herself drowning in trouble. It’s an exciting time in Sweet River, Texas, and the whole town’s talking. Maybe, a little too much. Former English professor Ainsley McGregor has gambled everything on her new business: Bless Your Art, an artisan market where local artists sell their wares and teach classes. The bright, white space is filled to the brim with colorful art, yarn, jewelry, pet treats, antiques and even a few medieval weapons. Oh, and there are wine tastings. Everything’s better with wine. Ainsley is surprised by how well things are going–right up until the moment her Great Dane finds a dead body. With her friend accused of the murder, it’s up to Ainsley to find the real killer. As the suspect list grows longer, Ainsley has her work cut out for her. The task is made more difficult by the fact her brother, the sheriff, doesn’t seem to want her help. If she doesn’t wrap up the case soon, she might be the next wine, um, one to die. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo * Website

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It wasn’t so much that I walked him, as he did me. I wasn’t the best at getting exercise, but that
had changed in the days since George came into my life a few months ago. I’d already lost two
pounds, and my fat jeans weren’t cutting into my waist anymore, so I wasn’t complaining.
I’d been eating my feelings for months, so a little exercise wasn’t such a bad thing.
Behind Main Street on the north side of our building, was a huge park with the Sweet River
running through it. There were walking and bike paths, and it had old-fashioned gaslight-style
lamps that made it almost as bright at night as during the day. The sidewalks were bordered by
gardens, each tended by a different group. The open, green areas were where many of the
town’s festivals were held. Handy, since people visiting said events could come through the
back entrance into our building. That’s why I’d also had a sign painted on the back.
George dragged me toward his favorite tree. But he stopped a few feet away and whined a bit. I
hadn’t heard him do that before.
“George, I need you to hurry it along, buddy. I don’t have time for you to be super picky about
the tree. Let’s get it done.” I kept a firm tone with him when we were outside. But I never
yelled. He’d pout for days if I did, and besides, who yells at a dog?
Dumb people.
He growled. He’d never done that, either. And it wasn’t at me, it was at whatever was on the
ground under the leaves.
A shiver ran through me.
Oh, no. That was my internal scare-dar. My gut always told me when danger was near or when
something wasn’t quite right. The night I’d been mugged in Chicago, I’d had shivers just a few
minutes before. That same sense of dread I’d experienced then slithered through me now.
Whatever was about to happen, I just wanted to run back to the shop and reclaim my happy
space.
Think logically. There are no muggers in Sweet River.
The weather was cooler, and creepy crawlies were looking for places to hibernate. I’d watched
enough Discovery Channel to know they liked leaves to get warm.
Could it be a snake? There were tons of leaves piled there.
The dog growled again, a deep and sort of mean sound.
“George?” I tugged gently on his leash, encouraging him to back away. “Please,” I whispered.
Nerves jangled through me. I was scared he might get bitten. “Back away slowly. I don’t want
whatever is under there to get you.”
He grunted and sniffed the ground.
Then he sat and wouldn’t budge. He outweighed me by a good sixty or so pounds, depending
on how much chocolate I’d eaten the day before.
Stupid dog. The snake was going to strike any second. I pulled him hard, and as I did, his tail
swept across the leaves and something popped out. He moved back then.
“Sit, George,” I said firmly, as my heart pounded against my chest.
Not a snake.
A hand.
A very dead-looking hand lay in the leaves, and it was attached to an equally dead-looking arm.

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Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.Welcome to the Gateway Ranch.Your gateway to all things possible…

To Be His A Gateway Ranch Story by C.R. Moss Genre: Romantic Suspense

I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Gavin Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected. Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that brought us together could also tear us apart… And possibly claim my life. Add to GoodreadsAmazonUS * AmazonUK * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2Read

To Be Yours Gateway Ranch Series

Katrina Foster has survived a life no one dreams about and most don’t want to know about. Escaping to a ranch in Texas she used to visit during the summers of her childhood and rekindling an old relationship with Dakota Remington, she hopes to leave the nightmare of her past behind her. At first, all seems well, but when strange things begin to happen, she wonders if history’s about to repeat itself. Dakota Remington has devoted his life to working at Gateway Ranch. He’s excited when Kat, his former sweetheart, returns and looks forward to reuniting with her. He finds she’s changed, though, and he’s not sure if it’s for the better. But he’s up for the challenge of the puzzle that is Kat. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2ReadBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/B37W6qxaSBc

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore… www.caseymscorner.comWebsite * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * Find More Gateway Ranch Books

The hard composite of her firearm shifted against her lower back.
Well, if push comes to shove, I can protect myself. I’ll shoot the bastard if he shows up and tries anything.
Eventually, her nerves calmed enough so she could move without feeling ill.
She rose and stripped out of her clothes, put her weapon on the counter, then stepped into the shower. The
hard and hot spray beat on her, helping her to feel something other than worry about potential rumors or
her ex finding her. Kat bowed her head, placed her hands above the faucets. The water sluiced down her
hair, cascaded in wide streams over her back. More time passed. Relaxed and clear headed, she finished
her shower and was about to open the door when a thud and click sounded on the other side.
Gripping the towel wrapped around her body, she snatched her weapon, opened the door, and cautiously
looked out into the room.
Dakota lounged on the bed, one leg bent, his hat propped on that leg’s knee. His hair stuck up in clumpy
spikes. He ran a dirty hand through his dark brown locks.
Kat released a pent-up breath, lowered her weapon, and placed the Glock on a counter next to the
bathroom door. “How’d you get in here?”
Tired eyes gazed at her. “I’m manager on duty while the Taggerts are away, ’member? Got a bunch of
master keys.” Dak held up the ring of them. “You okay? When you didn’t come back, I got worried.”
“I’m fine. I think the humidity got to me. Along with the dirt.”
“Sure. The humidity. You tell me that you’re afraid a man is going to come after you, or rather us. We
hear about the vehicle. You turn white as one of our ghosts and run off. Who was in the car, Kat?”
“Hell if I know. I’ve been with you all day. I didn’t see the fancy black car or who was in it.”
“You don’t have a clue as to who was in the car? I’m not buying it.”
“Buy it or don’t.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “I really don’t know. It could have been Nero.
It could have been his goons. It could have been a neighbor of yours or one of the party guests Kent
mentioned. I. Wasn’t. There. I. Didn’t. See.”
Dakota flung himself off the bed and slammed the hat on his head. “Get dressed. You’ll come with
me while I get cleaned up then we’ll go hang out in the rec hall.”
“You know what, Dak? I appreciate the Boy Scout approach, and how you’re trying to get a merit
badge for babysitting, but all I want is to lie down and take a nap.”
“Kat, please. I’m hot, dirty, and tired. I don’t want to argue.” He strode to the door. “Get dressed so
we can get going.” His gaze flashed darkly, roamed over her with an appraising glance. A slow grin
tipped up the corner of his lips.

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Bigfoot Lives… In Idaho Bigfoot Lives Book 1 by Becky Cook Genre: Nonfiction, True Story Encounters

It’s late at night and you are sitting around a campfire when someone starts telling yet another Bigfoot story. You ask yourself – are they really real? If you have ever wondered if Bigfoot exists, this is the book to read to find out. He not only exists, he lives and thrives here in Idaho. This book captures a cross section of stories from across the state. They tell the tale of sightings – the smell, the size, where they were and how it happened. “… he was easily seven and a half feet tall and roughly 800 pounds of muscles and hair – not any fat on him. It had both dark hair and dark eyes and it was obviously a male. It seemed unconcerned … ” “If he wanted to he could have ripped me in half,” So what really happened? Are they really real? Read the book and decide yourself.Goodreads * Amazon

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Bigfoot Still Lives in Idaho is a compilation of eye witness stories from people just like you who have seen Bigfoot here in Idaho. They describe the terrain, the sounds, the smells, and the circumstances. Whether you believe in Bigfoot or not, this book will have you at least open to the option of their existence. Goodreads * Amazon

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All of us have had moments where life is suspended in time, when life seems frozen in an amazing snap shot. Occasionally we pull that experience out from the recesses of our mind – to look at it, to savor it, and to experience it again. It is at times like these when you wonder if you really saw what you think you just saw, like those times where you just can’t quite believe your eyes – like say, when you saw your first Bigfoot. “It was bigger than anything I have ever seen – really tall and furry from head to toe! It was just so surprising – I didn’t expect to run into anything on a trip to the bathroom.” “They are smart, and they can sit still for a really long time. Besides, they have the whole forest to hide in; no wonder people don’t see them real often.” “I didn’t believe in Bigfoot, I thought it was a hoax. Now I believe it and I look at every bear track differently. I know they are up there. It’s one thing to think you see it and it’s another thing entirely to have one scare you half to death! Why lie when the truth is so much more amazing?” Read along as more stories are told of the amazing Bigfoot who have been seen right here in Idaho – some of them near your own home. Goodreads * Amazon

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She said her cousin put her foot down on the gas and they just belted around the sheep camp and took
the turn that would return them back down the road home. Just as they rounded the sheep camp they
both saw a tall, white Bigfoot standing pressed against the end of the hay stack.
“He was almost as tall as the hay stack – about eight or nine feet tall. He had long hair all over his body
but not as much on his face or across his chest as you could see his chest through his hair ,” she said.
“He didn’t seem to be old but his hair was white with a yellow shine to it. He had dark hands, and it was
definitely a male judging from the way his chest looked.”
He had long arms, longer than what a man would have, she said, and appeared startled and scared at
the same time.

“He didn’t have an ape like head – it was taller and more square than an ape’s head,” she said. “More
like what Chewbacca looks like in Star Wars than the Bigfoot in the Patterson Gimlin film.”
It was one of those moments when the memory exists as though captured in a frozen moment in time.
“We were moving past him and back down the road when I turned to my cousin and said, ‘Did you see
that?’ We both looked back but by then he must have run behind the haystack because we couldn’t see
him anymore.”

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