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Divorce By Grand Canyon: 8 Riveting True Crime Stories by Elizabeth Engstrom Genre: Crime Thriller, Suspense

Christian Longo. Jeremy Bryan Jones. Joel Patrick Courtney. Patrick Wayne Kearney. Russell Obremski. Robert Spangler. Gabriel Morris. Killers all. Veteran author Elizabeth Engstrom dives into the horrific stories of these seven serial killers, along with a glimpse into the maggoty world of forensic entomology. Why do these killers do what they do, how do they get away with it for so long, and what is their final undoing? Riveting true crime stories to make you lock your doors at night. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

Elizabeth (Liz) Engstrom grew up in Park Ridge, Illinois (a Chicago suburb where she lived with her father) and Kaysville, Utah (north of Salt Lake City, where she lived with her mother). After graduating from high school in Illinois, she ventured west in a serious search for acceptable weather, eventually settling in Honolulu. She attended college and worked as an advertising copywriter. After eight years on Oahu, she moved to Maui, found a business partner and opened an advertising agency. One husband, two children and five years later, she sold the agency to her partner and had enough seed money to try her hand at full time fiction writing, her lifelong dream. With the help of her mentor, science fiction great Theodore Sturgeon, When Darkness Loves Us was published. Engstrom moved to Eugene, Oregon in 1986, where she lives with her husband Al Cratty, the legendary muskie fisherman, and their Duck Tolling Retriever, Jook. Liz holds a BA in English Literature and Creative Writing and a Master of Arts in Applied Theology, both from Marylhurst University. A recluse at heart, she still emerges into public occasionally to speak at a writers conference, or to teach a class on various aspects of writing the novel, essay, article or short story. An avid knitter and gardener, she is on faculty at the University of Phoenix and is always working on the next book. Website * Blog * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads $25 Amazon

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Fade The Ragnarok Prophecies Book 1 by A.K. Morgen Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

What do you do when you realize nothing in your life is what you’ve believed it to be? When Arionna Jacobs loses her mother in a tragic accident, her world is turned upside down. She’s forced to leave her old life behind and move in with her father. Dace Matthews, a teaching assistant at her new college, is torn in two, unable to communicate with the feral wolf caged inside him. When they meet, everything they thought they knew about life unravels. Dace has intimate access to Arionna’s mind, and something deep within her fights to rise to the surface. They don’t understand what’s happening to them or why, and they’re running out of time to sort out the strange occurrences around them. Their meeting sets an ancient Norse prophesy of destruction in motion, and what destiny has in store for them is bigger than either could have ever imagined. Unless they learn to trust themselves and one another, they may never resolve the mystery surrounding who they are to one another, and what that means for the world. **Only .99c on Amazon through November 10th!!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords * Bookbub * Books2Read

A.K. Morgen is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of fifteen years, and their furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. She graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She puts her education to use as a 911 Dispatch Supervisor, where she’s responsible for leading a team of dispatchers as they watch over police, EMS, and firefighters for her county. Ayden also writes steamy contemporary romance under the pen name Ayden K. Morgen. You can visit her online at http://akmorgen.com or at the links below. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * BookBub * Amazon * Goodreads * Smashwords * Newsletter

Arionna.
I jumped as his voice sounded clear as bells in my head.
What are you doing? His mental voice was too calm. He’d heard my thoughts.
My face burned. I was trying to talk to you. I don’t exactly know how to do it, I answered,
defensive and mortified. I didn’t mean to share those last thoughts with him, and like so much
else, he’d received them anyway.
Again, it just wasn’t fair.
I guess it worked. He sounded amused, though his tone seemed darker than usual, like when
he kissed me. I stored that knowledge away for future use.
I don’t know where Chelle lives.
You could have called.
Why? You never call me.
Would you like me to call you?
No. I had his attention now. Why bother with the phone? It didn’t make sense. Still, would it kill
him to pick up the phone once in a while, like normal people did, instead of always leaving me to
do the calling?
I’m not normal people, Arionna.
How could one boy be so clueless?
Oh, forget it. Where does Chelle live?
Dace sighed then gave me her address.
I sat up straighter in the seat and put the car in drive, not even thanking him. Sue me, I wanted
to sulk for a little while. Talking to him aggravated me. Things that should have been obvious
were beyond him. He had no clue what a girl wanted. Ironic as hell since he got to know my
every thought whenever the desire struck. Meanwhile, I muddled along, trying to sort out this
person who made no sense half the time.
He didn’t even tell me no, he wouldn’t teach me how to figure out how to access his mind. He
ignored the situation and acted like I didn’t say anything the four thousand times I demanded to
know how. And even worse than all of that? I still felt him in there, nestled into his little corner of
my mind. I growled aloud.
Do you honestly think I’d take your virginity on a picnic table? His curious tone held more than a
little hurt.
Why not? I stopped at a red light. It’s better than the back of a car. I couldn’t hold back the
snippy reply.
Dace sighed. When we do that, Arionna, it won’t be on a picnic table in the middle of winter, or
in the back of a car. And you won’t regret it, not for a minute.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t try.
By the way, you’re going the wrong way. Chelle lives on the other side of town, behind the
grocery store.
“Ugh!” I yelled.

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