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Vindicated Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 1 by Sharon C Cooper Genre: Romantic Suspense

She’s a distraction he can’t resist… A spark ignites the moment security specialist, Hamilton Crosby, meets stuntwoman, Dakota Sherrod. She’s like no other woman he’s ever met. But Hamilton never ignores his gut, and his gut tells him to stay clear of the enticing beauty. Dakota is an adrenaline junkie. Leaping off buildings and running through fire is just another day at the job. Hence when she sets her sights on Hamilton, she goes after him full-force. Their attraction is fierce, but he thwarts her advances at every turn. He’s the strong, silent type who operates by a set of rules, but he’ll soon realize she rarely follows rules. Falling for Dakota catches Hamilton off guard. So does the fact that she’s attached to part of his past. A past that indicted him with shame and loss. But when Dakota becomes the target of an unknown enemy, Hamilton stops at nothing to protect her. In turn, vindication is his reward, except it comes with complications. Add to Goodreads * AudibleAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords

Indebted Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 2

Even when he does good, he’s bad… Detective Lazarus Dimas doesn’t play by the rules. On the streets, he’s a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous man with a badge and a gun. But he does have a soft spot — the sexy assistant district attorney Journey Ramsey. There is something about the woman he can’t shake. She’s irresistible and off limits. At least that’s what he keeps telling himself, but one kiss leads to others and well…so much for limits. Journey plays by the rules, normally. But she can’t deny the sexual tension that sparks whenever Laz is near, even when he puts her professional integrity at risk. Laz is complex. The type of man fathers warn their daughters about. Yet, there’s a gentle, vulnerable side to him that he lets no one see except her, and she can’t resist him. Can Laz prove he’s the man for Journey before a reopened case exposes his true colors? Or will the danger they face show that the love they share knows no boundaries? *Indebted is book 2 in the Atlanta’s Finest Series, but can be read as a standalone. **Interracial romance (BWWM). Add to Goodreads * AudibleAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords

Accused Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 3

He wants to forget his past… She’s hiding from hers… Former FBI agent Kenton Bailey traded in his badge when an assignment went horribly wrong. Now he provides personal security to high-end clients. But falling for Egypt Durand, the Queen of Supreme Security, wasn’t part of the plan. She’s smart, classy, and ignites a fire in him that only she can extinguish. Except she retreats from his advances…and she’s shrouded in a veil of secrecy. Egypt has never met a man as sexy as Kenton. Funny and smart, he’s hard to resist. But her past leaves no room for a happily ever after. Still, with him, she dreams of a future. Finally, Egypt’s startling truths are revealed, throwing Kenton off balance and forcing him to confront the past he left behind. And when threats from a dangerous crime family send Egypt bolting, Kenton convinces her to stay. Together they will fight to bring closure to their pasts, but will they live long enough to explore the passion brewing between them? Add to Goodreads * AudibleAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords

Award-winning and bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, is a romance-a-holic – loving anything that involves romance with a happily-ever-after, whether in books, movies, or real life. Sharon writes contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense and enjoys rainy days, carpet picnics, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She’s been nominated for numerous awards and is the recipient of an Emma Award for Romantic Suspense of the Year 2015 (Truth or Consequences), Emma Award – Interracial Romance of the Year 2015 (All You’ll Ever Need), and BRAB (book club) Award -Breakout Author of the Year 2014. When Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance of course). To read more about Sharon and her novels, www.sharoncooper.netWebsite * Blog * Facebook * Twitter * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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Witches Protection Program by Michael Okon Genre: YA Urban Fantasy

Wes Rockville, a disgraced law-enforcement agent, gets one last chance to prove himself and save his career when he’s reassigned to a 232-year-old secret government organization. The Witches Protection Program. His first assignment: uncover a billion-dollar cosmetics company’s diabolical plan to use witchcraft for global domination, while protecting its heiress Morgan Pendragon from her aunt’s evil deeds. Reluctantly paired with veteran witch protector, Alastair Verne, Wes must learn to believe in witches…and believe in himself. Filled with adventure and suspense, Michael Okon creates a rousing, tongue-in-cheek alternate reality where witches cast spells and wreak havoc in modern-day New York City. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Michael Okon is an award-winning and best-selling author of multiple genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through unforgettable characters. Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island with his wife and children. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

“Follow me, kid.” She led him down a gray hallway with mulberry-colored carpet, more plush
than anything he’d ever seen in a governmental office. The place had to be a city block wide,
with corridors branching off to other conduits. Here and there, a doorway opened. Wes saw that
many were filled with groups of people sitting at polished conference tables. Some rooms were
dark, with shades drawn, the light of a presentation on screens peeking through the slats of the
blinds. Staff walked through the hallways, nodding to each other. Some were in pairs. All had a
badge hanging on a chain or attached to a pocket. He squinted, but he couldn’t make out the
impression on the shield. Forget about attempting to read it. He shrugged; while it looked
official, it was unfamiliar. For a person who grew up with an entire family in law enforcement, he
found it odd that he’d never seen it before.
“What is this place?” he asked.
“This is where the magic happens,” she told him cryptically.
She opened the door, whispering, “Prepare to be amazed.” Then, with a giant pop of her gum,
she disappeared.
“Where…” Wes turned, looking for the woman, but couldn’t see her anywhere. “Where is…”
“Oh, she’s gone. Come in already,” a male voice ordered impatiently.
Wes spun to the speaker, his eyes settling on a small man seated at a glass desk. He was in a
neat gray suit but wore a black turtleneck, which made him look like some odd, eccentric
leftover from the beatnik generation. He was older than Wes’s father, Wes guessed somewhere
north of sixty, with the thickening middle of a sedentary life, a tanned complexion, and silver
hair. His chubby face sported a neatly trimmed goatee. Wes wondered where his beret might
be. The man studied Wes with interested black eyes that glowed with merriment.
“What kind of department is this?”
“Mr. Wesley Paul Rockville. Son of Harris and Melinda, brother to Lauren and Andrew. Tough
act to follow. Runt of the litter?”
Wes bristled, wondering where this pint-size dude got off calling him a runt. At six foot three, he
was hardly considered small. “I fail to see what this has got to do with my reassignment,” he
said icily.
The older man ignored him. “The young gun who had his free will sucked right out of him.”
“No one took my free will!” Wes shouted, his face hot.
“I think Miss Genevieve Fox did a pretty nice number on you.”
“What are you talking about?”
Alastair cocked his head, a smile playing on his lips.
“I don’t think this is funny, um…Alastair. I’m getting out of here.” Wes had had enough. He was
pissed and hungry.
“Sit down, Agent Rockville. It’s time you learned about your new assignment.”

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I am a Runner: The Memoirs of a Sepsis Survivor by Maria Papalia-Meier & Pamela Ackerson Genre: Inspirational Memoir

“You’ll never be able to run again.” From running half marathons to being the sickest person in the hospital, Maria Papalia-Meier fought the river of death, and won. Life changing moments, amputations, and negative thoughts refused to keep her down. With her rock-hard stubbornness, positive self-empowerment and persistence, she grabbed hope and unflinching faith to face the life handed to her. Her story offers an honest, tough-love approach to defeating pre-determined opinions, and self-imposed limitations. She refused to give up or give in. Maria Papalia-Meier is a runner. She has awoken stronger…better. This is her story. **On Sale for only $2.99 until July 16^th!!** Goodreads * Amazon

Maria Papalia-Meier is a fighter. She may have been KO’d, and down for the count, but she proved them wrong. I am a Runner is about surviving sepsis, a coma, and amputation. Maria has a BBA with an emphasis in Human Resources, and has worked for Fed-Ex for twenty years. As an athlete she has many accomplishments. Before her battle with the river of death she’d competed and ran in multiple 5K’s. She was told she’d never run again. She proved the naysayers wrong. Her athletic accomplishments include running in a 5K, and a 1/2 Marathon. Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon

Wife, mother, author, and time traveling adventurer. Born and raised in Newport, RI where history is a way of life, Pamela Ackerson now lives on the Space Coast of Florida, a hop, skip, and jump from Orlando, where imagination and fantasy abounds. With the love of reading, she graduated to writing non-fiction, historical fiction, time travel, and children’s preschool/first reader books. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

I am a Runner, the Memoirs of a Sepsis Survivor
by Maria Papalia-Meier
What I have told, and will continue to tell people…Never give up. Willpower, from the mind
and heart, is the whole shebang. It’s what’s been and what will be.
I went from being the sickest person to running a half-marathon. I turned my back on the
Angel of Death. It wasn’t my time. I have fought the reaper, and fought the river of death. I
accepted the compelling and intimidating challenges that kept pummeling me in the face.
I merely punched back.
People are the most complex living beings in our world. I was one of those people who
always exaggerated how bad I felt.
Never again. I know and understand too much. Like an inexperienced boxer in the ring, I was
struck down and knocked out. But I wouldn’t let the beast keep me down. I refused to succumb
to my own wallowing tears of woe.
I was no longer the same person I was before my surgeries. I wasn’t about to obsess over the
negative. Reality was a kicker.
I was being realistic.
Toes don’t grow back.
I’ve accepted what has happened. I didn’t want to, but honestly, was there another option? I
came to terms with what I had to do, and had every intention of controlling what I could in my
life.
Here are the brutal facts:
I was in excruciating pain, with what seemed like never-ending twists of random setbacks.
The beast tried to break me, make me bend in places I never thought I’d go. I refused to die. I
wouldn’t give in to the weakness of surrender.
I was repulsed by my feebleness.
I shook my fist at my mortality.
I was angry.
I was terrified.
I was happy to be alive.
I was loved.
Because of all of those and many more, because of who I was, it only made me stronger. It
fastened and deepened the conviction of survival in my heart.
I almost lost my life. It would’ve been a pretty hefty price to pay for a neglected strep
infection.
Who knew such a minor thing could become so fatal?

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Tigers Love Bubble Baths & Obsession Perfume (who knew!) by Mary K Savarese Genre: Cozy Mystery

Angie Pantera thought she had the perfect life: a loving, devoted husband of twenty-five years, two wonderful, grown children, and an impending wedding anniversary celebration with friends and family. But the celebration is ruined by a cheating husband, and Angie’s life devolves into a living nightmare—until serendipity brings her to Birdsong, Maine, as recreation director at the Home of the Little Flower. A church-run nursing home that is slowly wasting away with its nonagenarian inhabitants, the Home could use a miracle . . . or maybe a facsimile of one. A bit of creative advertising prompts Angie to buy a bouquet of “magical” dandelions, and in a flash of inspiration, she knows exactly how to bring light to these dark days. After all, no one is ever too old for wishes. But then people start dying, and the only thing they have in common is Angie. Harangued by a distrustful elder and under suspicion by the police, Angie must fight to clear her good name as she seeks out the truth: Is this a miracle or murder? Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

I was born and grew up in Brooklyn, New York, going on to earn a business degree in accounting from City University, NY. Soon after I found myself working in insurance and financing and went on to marry my wonderful husband. We moved to New England. I have spent thirteen years as a religious education teacher and have lived and worked in New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts. For the past decade, I have served as a Eucharistic minister at my local Catholic church, bringing the Eucharist to community nursing homes. After raising a family in CT, my husband and I became Florida Residents though continue to spend time in CT where I continue in my ministry My debut novel is a contemporary Spiritual Mystery that transcends three genres: Mystery, Spirituality, and Romance. I love to write imaginative stories for all ages! I hope you enjoy this story and look out for more to follow! Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Five elders knelt in novena prayer in front of the wooden statue of Saint Therese. The statue was also
known as the Little Flower. Scattered amidst the pews, the men in various stages of balding whispered
into their hands. Sitting behind them, a steely-haired woman stared up at the statue.
Together, they whispered, “Little Flower, please send us the help we need.”
Sitting back, they waited.
“Let’s hope we get an answer soon.” The gray-haired woman glanced over her shoulder at the door.
“We’re running out of time.”
“We have one more day,” replied the man with black-rimmed glasses.

“We’re in day eight of our nine-day novena.”
“No,” she replied. Sitting up straighter, she clasped her hands together. “I’m quite sure this is the ninth
day.”
“It is,” the other three responded.

“You should learn how to count,” laughed the man with a saucershaped bald spot bordered by salt-and-
pepper hair. A large crash echoed through the chapel.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” a man from another room cried out.
“He’s in the house,” said the quiet man, partially bald with platinum strands that ran down his neck. His
ruddy complexion and bulbous nose
gave him the appearance of a Christmas bulb.
Wearing a brace on his right leg from the ankle up past his knee, Father Joe Methuen hobbled out the
sacristy door with his crutches. Dressed in black pants and shirt, he wore his ever present priestly white
collar. Simply known as Father Joe, his youth followed him even though he just celebrated his seventieth
birthday. Still owning a full head of lightbrown hair with only a slight touch of gray, he wore frameless
glasses that accentuated his long thin nose.
Over the last thirty years, his chapel experienced both good and bad times. Currently, they were bad.
Reconstructive knee surgery due to a black ice fall added more weight to his otherwise heavy cross. His
once
robust flock of parishioners had dwindled to meager numbers over the last decade with no relief in sight.
The parish properties had been folded into the auspices of the Caribou Diocese. A dreaded call from the
bishop
announced the sad news. “We’re selling the Home. We don’t have a choice.”
At least the bishop was allowing their residents a little dignity by keeping the doors open until the last one
passed on to heaven. Approaching the elders, Father Joe thought about how many the Home of the
Little
Flower had served throughout the years. Kerr Bird Song had deeded his 25,000-square-foot mansion to
the chapel, and the Home, as it came to be known, cared for many of Birdsong’s local residents.
“What do you want to hear first?” Father Joe sighed as he stood before the elders. “The good news or
the bad?”
“What did you break now, Father?” the woman asked.
“Nothing, Mary. I just knocked over a small table.”
“Just another little thing for me to clean up,” she replied, shaking her head.
“What will it be? The good or the bad?” Father Joe glanced over at the woman. “Mary?”
“Let’s get the bad over with,” she replied.
“The bad it is. Our recreational director just quit. The good . . .”
His eyes trailed upward and into the heavens. “The diocese is sending a temporary administrator to
replace the one who resigned last month. But only part-time.”
“Let’s face it, Father,” the bald man said. “We’re a sinking ship. Parttime is probably better than no time.”
They all laughed.
The bald man added, “Now we only need the person heaven is sending us. Two for the price of one
would be a winner for all.”

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Anomaly by Derra Nicole Sabo Genre: Biography

It’s 3am…While most minds are in a blissful state of slumber, mine is wide awake conjuring and pondering endless thoughts. Eyes are fixated on the dark popcorn ceiling above and ears are soaking in blue tunes as my autopilot mind becomes overwhelmed with the past, future and every cherry topped dream in between. These thoughts range from warm and fuzzy to dark and slightly crippling. Sometimes I wish that my mind had an off switch so that I could power down at night. No such luck. So, wakie wakie! Grab yourself a coffee and a snack because it’s 3am and I have so many thoughts to share with you. Goodreads * Amazon

As someone with anxiety, writing is my way of speaking. When my verbal skills fail, my pen excels. I have always had something to say to the world and to the humans residing in it, I just could never get my mind and mouth to be on the same level. So, I picked up a pen and haven’t looked back. I have a message for you. A message for my family, my friends and to all the beating hearts. Dear You is a letter personally written, from me to you. Website * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Wires and Veins
Well hello there, gorgeous world, it has been some time since you and I have had an
uncomfortably deep conversation. These days I have been spinning in an auspicious state of
denial, visibly hiding from the demons and dark thoughts. If I may take a moment to confess, it
is extremely exhausting trying to deny one’s brokenness. I don’t know why I would even feel the
need to hide from the dark thoughts and demons that reside in the back allies of my mind. They
are as much a part of me as I am them. To be honest, I ponder if I would be the same
human(ish) if their existence was obliterated.
Freak
Misfit
Outcast
Damaged
These black light words will eternally reside on my flesh, seeping down into the bottom left
corner of my pulsating brain. iDerra is who I am, it’s who you young Frankensteins created. A
human heart with a mechanical mind, wires and veins intertwining inside a titanium bone frame
disguised with German/ Irish freckled flesh. I wasn’t always half robotics, once upon a time ago I
resided in the mortal world. But, as the years aged my young innocence, societal attacks that I
was unprepared for exploded. Two choices stood before my torched self, exhale one last
carbon breath or deeply inhale a puff of chilled oxygen and stand up. The first option felt
calming, yet an unknown source within forced the latter.
Thus, was created Derra 2.0, quite a long and mentally torturous journey was taken to get to
that point, but I suppose it’s better than waving the white flag.
There are many aspects of life that I am unsure of, but there is one aspect that I am 100% solid
on and that is Me. I am acutely aware of my inner workings, why I do things and why I say
things. There is always a method to my madness. I was never and won’t ever be one of those
humans who can say, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Or “I had no idea I did that.” Because I do
know. As useful as this characteristic may seem, trust me when I say that it isn’t exactly what it’s
cracked up to be. I sometimes wish that I had a smidgen of ignorance, sometimes. My point with
this fun little fact is that when I say that I am broken it rings true. This is not a word that I lightly
throw about to gain pity, sympathy or the spot light. It is a mere fact. I am broken.
I am going to let you in on a little secret (are you listening?), we are all broken on varying levels,
I just choose to not suffocate that part like most do. I did try to once, back when it was safe to be
one’s self, but the outcome was silently suicidal. Hiding who I am to keep your comfort intact is
a mission I can no longer carry out, for the end result will consist of my self-destruction. That’s
okay though, we all need to party in the uncomfortable zone from time to time. Discomfort brings
out the thoughts and issues we work like hell to ignore but need to feel. Stop ignoring them,
open the door that leads to your dark place and face your demons (fears, doubts, insecurities,
past monsters) one at a time. Discomfort causes a chain reaction of human growth personally
and publicly.
So, here we are world, just you and I. How about we grab a latte, a chocolate croissant and talk
about the thoughts from my broken brain.
P.S. Me being me, I usually attach a playlist containing the songs that temporarily calm the
chaos of my cerebral storm, however the lyrical inspiration is too vast for this particular project.
Therefore, I am sharing the top 5 artists/bands on my “Morphine” playlist…
Fall Out Boy
Eminem
Beyoncé
Twenty-One Pilots
Blink 182
There you go, there’s your aspirin for those life migraines.
Headphones… coffee… face the world… bed… repeat.

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