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A Case for the Winemaker Ainsley McGregor Book 1 by Candace Havens Genre: Cozy Mystery

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

A Case for the Yarn Maker Ainsley McGregor Book 2

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. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo

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He told me not to say anything to anyone until he came back for me. The cup rattled as my
hands shook again. A bone-chilling cold that no amount of heat would warm had settled in me.
But I was alert and focused on everything going on around me. No way was I going to be the
victim of another crime and leave justice and investigation to those not involved.
Plus, I’d worked too hard on the grand opening of Bless Your Art and I refused to let everyone
down. I needed to figure out exactly what was going on.
The man Michael had been arguing with earlier in the day was dead in the park, part of his head
bashed in, and his eyes staring straight ahead.
That image would be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
No one deserved to go like that. Not even this guy with his jerky attitude and bullying tactics.
“Can I get you anything else?” Maria asked. She’d been down the street at the grocery with her
daughter Samantha when they’d seen all the flashing lights. “Tell me what I can do.”
I shook my head. There was a dead body. I wouldn’t get in the way of my brother’s
investigation by gossiping about what I’d seen. Besides, talking wasn’t something I could even
do at the moment.
My mind whirled with questions. Who else did that guy make so mad they wanted to kill him?
Was it random? Was there some crazy in town who could possibly endanger all the people I’d
come to love over the last year? I couldn’t stand the thought of all my friends in mortal danger.
“Girl, I can’t believe this happened. The last murder was nearly forty years ago,” Maria said.
“Mom,” Samantha murmured, “I’m worried about Ms. McGregor. She’s just staring straight
ahead, and she hasn’t blinked in a really long time.” Samantha was a freshman at the high
school, a book nerd and as kindhearted as her mother.
“She’s in shock,” Maria said from beside me. “Maybe we should call a doctor or take her to the
hospital.”
Ugh. Hospitals were awful places, at least for me. The last time I’d been in one was Chicago. I’d
woken up there alone and scared after the mugger had hit me so hard with his gun, I had a
concussion.
I shook my head. I needed to at least appear normal. I forced myself to blink.
George, who had been leaning into me while I sat in the chair, put his head in my lap and
sighed—a deep, comforting sound out of his big barrel chest.
“Good dog,” I said with a shaky voice. I cleared my throat. “I’m fine. I—my brother asked me
not to say anything until he has a chance to talk to me.”

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Dungeon Corps Crypts of Phanos by Jaxon Reed Genre: Epic Fantasy

Deep under the city of Phanos, the crypts are filled with monsters. Dungeon Corps works hard to contain them. Recruited from prisons, outcasts, misfits, those expelled from academies and even rare volunteers, Dungeon Corps produces outstanding fighters. When an ancient threat troubles the Queen’s Land once more, a grizzled veteran leads his young team down into the depths to rescue the lost and slay a horror known as Ludge. But two on his team hold closer ties to the monster than anyone realizes. They are elves, running from assassins tracking them relentlessly since birth. Ludge should have died 50 years ago. Now it’s up to the team to finish the job. In doing so, they uncover startling secrets known only to a chosen few. They discover the elves’ forbidden existence and their raw untapped power can reshape the world. If they survive. **only .99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

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“Careful. Watch your step.”
Missan waved her hand gently in front of her group and ghostly runes floated in the air, suddenly visible.
They formed a pattern in the narrowest part of the hall facing them, obstacle wraiths promising death for
those touching them.
Missan carefully walked between the runes, making certain her dark purple robe and hood did not touch
any.
She turned when she made it to the other side, and waited for her team. Jeffers the ranger came next,
easily walking between the traps. He was followed by Deena, their archer and cleric.
Dratchet the half-dwarf was clumsiest, for all his abilities with a battle-axe. Everyone held their breath
while he worked his way laboriously through the traps.
Finally Choster walked through, after giving a final look back at the passage they had just passed.
Choster was a vampire, and a swordmaster. Many Dungeon Corps groups shunned his kind, but Missan
and the others accepted him. He had saved them more than once with his unique set of skills
Choster jumped into high speed and blurred through the traps in the blink of an eye.
Missan said, “Someday I need you to teach me how to do that, Choster.”
He smiled at her, fangs showing between his pale red lips.
He said, “You know my price.”
She shuddered involuntarily, then turned to lead the way forward as the passageway grew wider.
Deena sidled up next to her and confided in a low voice.
“He doesn’t take much blood. He just likes a sip to see what you taste like.”
Missan shuddered again. She said, “Was it worth it for what he taught you?”
The other woman nodded firmly.
“Yes. It’s a different kind of invisibility. It’s like . . . becoming a shadow. You merge into the surrounding
darkness. And it’s undetectable by other mages who are on the lookout for Invisibility.”
Missan grunted in acknowledgment. The Shadow spell did sound interesting, and useful. But she really
wanted Choster’s quickness spell. What did he call it? Enhanced Motion? Whatever it was, he had
assured her she had the capability to learn it. All he asked in return was a taste of her blood. So far, her
revulsion had kept her from acquiescing to his deal. But when he showed it off in front of her, it seemed
so useful. She had to admit, she was tempted.
They came to set of large double doors. They were at least 12 feet tall and half again as wide. Two large
brass rings nestled together in the center.
Missan and Choster exchanged glances. He raised a dark eyebrow at her, questioning.
She said, “Wait. Let me see if I can sense anything, first.”
Dratchet moved to her right and pulled his axe from the sling on his back. He bent his knees, crouching

into a fighting position.
Choster moved to her left and held his palms out, preparing a defensive spell. Jeffers pulled out his
enchanted sword, activating a group shield, while Deena stayed in the back, preparing a healing spell for
all of them.
The simple act of “looking” into a room could trigger a variety of traps, alert monsters or let enemies
know of their presence.
But Missan’s group had fought together for years with the Dungeon Corps. Choster was the newest
member, and he had been with them several months. The team moved smoothly, anticipating one
another’s actions.
Missan held her hands out and cast the spell while the others tensed. If whatever was behind the door
could detect the spell, it might well burst through and attack.
Missan said, “I sense . . . a large room, 1000 feet square. Tall ceiling, 30 feet high. Several corridors
branching off in other directions. And in the center of the room . . . a little boy?”
Deena frowned behind her, her protection spell forgotten.
She said, “A little boy? Are you sure?”
Missan nodded, concentrating. She said, “He seems . . . he seems to be waiting for us. He’s looking right
at the door.”
“What in the world is a little boy doing down here?” Jeffers said, turning his scarred face toward her. “Is
he human? Elven?”
“He’s human. I don’t know what he’s doing here. It doesn’t make sense. This is a newly discovered
dungeon, there shouldn’t be anybody here, much less children.”
“He’s a gheist,” Dratchet said, confidently. He set the huge axe on the floor head first, holding the
handle’s end lightly.
Missan shook her head. “I don’t sense a spirit. This is a boy. In the flesh.”
Choster said, “I’ll go take a look.”
Before anyone could object he turned into black mist and quickly flowed to the floor, then under the
doors.
The other four looked at one another. Dratchet picked up his axe again and the spell casters resumed
preparing to cast.
The doors opened suddenly, screeching on unoiled hinges, making them jump. Choster smiled at them,
flashing his fangs.
“Come on in. It’s safe, I think.”
They approached the door with trepidation. Inside, in the center of the large room, a young boy of perhaps
ten or eleven years of age stared at them. He wore bronze chainmail that had been made for dwarves, and
carried a shield painted green with a white boss in the middle. At his side he carried a steel short sword.
The Dungeon Corps team looked at him in astonishment.
Jeffers said, “I did not expect him to be armed.”
“Who are you?” Deena said.

Missan said, “What are you doing here?”
The little boy addressed them, showing not an ounce of fear or concern.
He said, “I’m looking for the Prince. Have you seen him?”
Missan and Deena looked at one another in confusion.
Missan said, “This is not one of Prince Synthan’s Children Soldiers . . . is it?”
“Can’t be,” Deena said. “That was fifty years ago.”
“He’s a gheist,” Dratchet said.
Deena glared at him and said, “Will you quit saying that?”
“Please,” the little boy said. “If you’ll tell me where the Prince is, I need to find my way back to him. I’m
. . . I’m lost down here.”
Missan said, “Are you looking for . . . Prince Synthan?”
He nodded, his eyes lighting up.
“Yes! Have you seen him? Do you know where he is?”
Everyone on the team looked troubled now, even Choster.
Jeffers said, “Could it be a sleep spell of some kind? Kept the lad dormant down here all these years?”
Missan said, “We’re not even near Melody. It’s 30 miles from here!”
Choster said, “There’s a vast network of tunnels and caves underneath the sunken city of Melody. I’ve
heard about it. Several teams have tried exploring parts of it. No one has ever been through it all. They
say deep below, an underground river flows. It’s entirely possible this dungeon is connected with Melody
Hall.”
“That would certainly explain why he’s lost,” Deena said. “But it doesn’t account for the fact that the
Children Soldiers went down into Melody Hall with the Prince five decades ago.”
Dratchet spat to one side and said, “Still say he’s a gheist.”
“Will you shut up?”
Jeffers interrupted the brewing row between Deena and Dratchet. He said, “Somebody needs to tell him,”
nodding toward the boy who remained in the middle of the room, watching them.
Missan sighed and said, “I’ll do it.”
She walked slowly toward the room’s middle, drawing nearer to the boy. He stared at her now, giving her
his full attention. She stopped a few paces away.
“Hi. Uh, yeah. So, Prince Synthan is dead. He, uh . . . he died a long time ago.”
The boy’s mouth dropped open in shock. Then his eyes narrowed to slits.
“You’re lying.”
“No. No, I’m not. It happened a long, long time ago. Prince Synthan was killed in Melody and—”

“No!”
The boy’s voice changed, growing deeper and echoing throughout the chamber. His body changed, too,
swelling larger. White, aethereal arms sprouted out of the body, along with a monstrous head.
Dratchet yelled, “I believe I’m owed an apology!”
Deena said, “Shut up, Dratchet! Everyone, ready!”
“I’ve never seen a gheist like this, though,” Choster said.
The thing attacked. Its white ghostly arms swept toward Dratchet, his axe swinging and connecting with .
. . nothing. But when the long pale arms reached Dratchet’s flesh, his spirit ripped out of his body.
Deena saw the half-dwarf’s spirit struggling to pull up, then something sucked it down to the floor. She
watched in horror as his ghostly hands slipped below the surface.
She lit up her protective dome and ducked as one of the huge white arms swung through the spell,
disintegrating it. Deena jumped out of the way and nocked an arrow, loosed, then nocked and loosed
another one. The arrows sailed through the aethereal form.
She took careful aim with her third arrow and loosed it at the boy’s face. It poofed into dust before hitting
him.
Missan fired Lightning at the boy, then Fireball and Radiance. Nothing happened. The aethereal figure
surrounding the child seemed to soak in all the spells.
Jeffers ran forward with his enchanted sword and swung at one of the large arms. His sword whiffed
through air. The arm came back and slapped him in the chest, sucking out his spirit. His lifeless body fell
to the ground.
“Choster! Nothing is working!”
Choster heard Missan, but he was too busy flitting around the child and the aethereal form, trying to score
a hit. One of the ghostly armed slapped into him, and Choster popped away like a bubble.
Missan backed up, lobbing spell after spell into the monster. Nothing she could think to sling at him had
any effect. Deena cast a protective dome around them again, but the huge arms poked through it. She cast
a healing spell on Missan, even though the woman did not need one . . . yet.
Missan said, “Go.”
“What? I can’t leave you! At least come with me. We can run for it!”
They retreated to the huge double doors. The little boy in chain mail advanced on them, his face snarling
in hate. The giant ghostly body loomed out of him, long white arms swinging toward the women.
“He’ll chase us. You go. I’ll give you some time.”
Missan flung more spells at the creature. Deena opened her mouth to protest and watched as the spells
were simply absorbed by . . . whatever that was.
She turned and fled through the doors. At the chokepoint she felt very grateful that Missan’s spells still
displayed the hidden runes floating in the air. She quickly but carefully weaved her way through them.
Behind her she heard Missan scream . . . then silence.
Deena stopped to catch her breath. She looked behind her and heard the boy moving out of the doors and
into the corridor.

She turned to run, then stopped to cast a message spell.
“Dungeon Corps, this is Deena Marceaux with Sergeant Missan’s team. We have found one of the
Children, but he’s a monster! He—”
She looked behind her and . . . there he stood. A little boy looking up at her.
He said, “Boo.”
The ghostly form sprang from the child, huge arms reaching toward her like scythes. It sucked her spirit
out of her body.

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Love’s Deception by DC Renee Genre: Contemporary Romance

For someone who wasn’t the “dating kind,” he had certainly done a bang-up job of wooing me. Dating, marriage … the whole nine yards. I’d fallen hard. I couldn’t help it. Nolan Corrington was gorgeous, charming, sweet, and he loved me with a passion I’d never felt before. It was inevitable on my end. He tried to fight his love for me. I was the first girl he ever let in because he’d vowed never to love. He didn’t want the fallout a heartbreak would create. But he said dating me, marrying me, loving me … the whole nine yards was inevitable for him too. With a love like that, there could be no room for heartbreak, right? Well, see … that’s the thing about loving someone so hard. You don’t always share everything about yourself, at least not until it’s too late … until the person is so deep inside you that you hope they won’t want to leave. That’s what I like to call love’s deception. And that’s what Nolan counted on. What could go wrong? Oh, only everything … only the one thing he feared in the first place … heartbreak. Too bad it wasn’t just a matter of walking away … it was more, a lot more. It was life, death, and everything in between. It was love, and it was deception. Goodreads * Buy Link

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Curiosity won. “What were you denying?”
“That I love you,” he said point-blank, his heart on his sleeve, his
words sincere, his eyes penetrating. “I love you,” he repeated, a little
louder and a little clearer.
“I-I …” I stuttered, caught completely off guard.
“I’m not telling you because I expect you to love me in return. I
just … all my life, I knew I’d never love anyone. Not because I wasn’t
capable, but because I saw what the pain of losing my mom did to
my dad. I told you before what he said to me—to never love—and I
took that to heart. I never dated, so I couldn’t get close enough to
anyone to fall in love. But you obliterated all that. You came into my
life, and it was inevitable that I was going to fall for you. I knew it was
a possibility when I pursued you, when we started dating, and I told
myself I was okay with that. But when faced with the actual feelings …
it’s hard to disassociate from a belief you’ve had all your life. I realized
I loved you, and I wasn’t even sure when it happened. But I knew that
if I lost you like my father lost my mom, I’d be shattered. So I tried
to run away while it was still fresh, thinking that it would somehow
lessen the blow. That maybe if I lost you now, it wouldn’t hurt as badly

as losing you later in life. I was wrong. I. Was. Wrong,” he repeated,
telling me without telling me the depth of his love for me.
If his actions were the hammer to my heart, his words were the
glue that could put the jagged pieces back together.

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All the Good Girls Harry Hunter Mystery Series Book 1 by Willow Rose Genre: Mystery, Thriller

This novel is the first book in Willow Rose’s electrifying new Harry Hunter series. Detective Harry Hunter of Miami PD’s homicide squad throws himself into a case no one asked him to solve. Four teenagers from one of Miami’s affluent neighborhoods are murdered on a boat. Another is found in a dumpster. All five of them go to the same school and are on a list of witnesses to another crime. Because he’s in bad standing with his boss, Harry is given the task of protecting a possible future victim, but Harry isn’t always known to follow his boss’s orders. Soon, he’ll risk everything while racing to stop a killer who has left everyone else in the homicide squad shaking in terror. ALL THE GOOD GIRLS is the first book in the Harry Hunter Mystery Series and can be read as a standalone. **only 99 cents!**Goodreads * Amazon

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Keeping Secrets Children of the Light Series Book 1 by Donna Hechler Porter Genre: Historical Romance A woman with a past, a man determined to uncover the truth, and a secret that could tear them apart forever. A Grieving Husband: Amon Cayle needs a seamstress. He has spent the last year rebuilding his life after the tragic death of his wife in a kitchen fire, the same fire that nearly took the life of his eldest son as well. The business of grieving their loss, as well as the work of his tobacco plantation, has caused him to neglect the simplest of tasks. His family now needs clothes and despite his dislike for Mary McKechnie, and their shared past, he offers her the job. A Desperate Mother: Mary McKechnie needs a job. Her brother has threatened to take her daughters and place them into indentured service if she can’t provide for them. He hasn’t made it any easier by insisting she work only for fellow Friends. When Amon Cayle offers her a job, she has little choice but to accept. A Devastating Secret: The last time Amon spoke with Mary, after she walked away from him into the arms of another man over twenty years ago, she assured him she was not keeping secrets. He didn’t believe her then, and he doesn’t believe her now. While she is working for him, he is determined to find answers. She is just as determined to not give them. Will Mary be able to save Amon from the past? Or will his love threaten to destroy them both? Keeping Secrets is the first book in the Children of the Light Series. The Society of Friends (Quakers) and 1750s colonial Virginia, on the cusp of the French and Indian War, provide the backdrop for this sweeping historical about families trying to live their faith in a new land. Fans of series books will enjoy this series of faith, love, and redemption. **On Sale for only .99 cents!! **Goodreads * Amazon

Breaking Promises Children of the Light Series Book 2 A woman dedicated to peace, and man destined for war, and a journey that will change them forever. A Haunted Young Woman Annie McKechnie is desperate to go to the backcountry to her twin sister, Katie McKechnie Sawyer. She is convinced doing so is the only way to end the dreams that haunt her nights and follow her days. The one man who can help her find peace is David Cayle, and she hates him for it. A Devoted Son David Cayle, back from a tour of duty with the Virginia militia, is determined to mend the breach he created his with father. Taking the man into the backcountry to rescue his wayward sister, however, was not what he had in mind. Annie’s insistence on going makes matters worse, until it becomes obvious that leaving her behind is more dangerous than taking her along. Or is it? A Harrowing Journey A young nation fights for its destiny, and the backcountry is no place for the faint of heart. Only the stoutest souls and strongest minds endure. But can David keep his promises? And what secrets is Annie still keeping? Breaking Promises is the second book in the Children of the Light Series. The Society of Friends (Quakers) and 1750s colonial Virginia, on the cusp of the French and Indian War, provide the backdrop for this sweeping historical about families trying to live their faith in a new land. Fans of series books will enjoy this series of faith, love, and redemption. Goodreads * Amazon

Binding Fire Children of Light Series Book 3 A woman without hope, a man determined to save his family, and a past that could forever change their future. An Estranged Husband David Cayle wants nothing to do with his wife. He may have broken promises, but she kept secrets. Important ones. His only hope to mend his shattered self is to start over in the backcountry far away from her and Cayle Farms. But walking away from her is not as easy as he thought, for she is not done with her secrets, and this one will change his life forever. A Frightened Mother Annie Cayle faces an unknown future. Despite her last days at Cayle Farms and the danger she left behind, she is desperate to return home. When David Cayle arrives unexpectedly in Richmond, she asks him to change his plans for the sake of her unborn child. But home is not safe, and neither is David Cayle. A Child that Binds With their friendship torn apart, and their marriage shattered beyond repair, David and Annie must forge a new destiny for the sake of their child. But when old enemies exact revenge they are forced to confront past secrets and broken promises. But can David face his deepest fears to save his wife? Or, in the end, will the past destroy them both? Binding Fire is the third book in the Children of the Light Series. The Society of Friends (Quakers) and 1750s colonial Virginia, on the cusp of the French and Indian War, provide the backdrop for this sweeping historical about families trying to live their faith in a new land. Fans of series books will enjoy this series of faith, love, and redemption. Goodreads * Amazon

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Excerpt 2, Keeping Secrets
Dear God, he wanted to know if she had betrayed him as he feared.
But he did not ask. Instead, he grabbed her neck and yanked her forward. He sank his lips onto hers.
She pushed at him. She tried to twist her head to the side.
He held her tight. He worked his mouth over hers, up and down, back and forth.
And then, she reached around his shoulders. He slid his hands to her waist, wrapped them to her back, and
tightened his hold.
She pressed herself against him.
His lungs collapsed under the strain. He tore his mouth from hers. “For God’s sake, Mary.” His chest heaved for
more air. “Why can you not tell me what happened?”
A bolt of fire shot from her eyes. She loosened her arms from his neck. She tightened her mouth, swung her arm
to the right, and slammed her palm against his face. His head stirred only slightly from the blow, but the sting burned
nonetheless.
She ran from the barn.
Amon picked up the rake and slung it against the far wall. Tines broke and rained downward.
He had never intended to kiss her, but he had wanted to for so long he could hold out no longer. It had taken all
his willpower to pull back, especially since she had relaxed beneath the onslaught.
Why can you not tell me what happened?
The words had rushed past his teeth before he had a chance to stop them. And now, she would assume he had
taken advantage of her when nothing was further from the truth.
He had thought he was playing with fire when he left, but this was far worse.
This was a conflagration.

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