North Shore Stories Book Tour & Giveaway

Johnny Be Good North Shore Stories Book 3 by Bernadette Walsh Genre: Women’s Fiction, Light Romance

SOMETIMES A WOMAN DOES WHAT SHE HAS TO DO TO PROTECT HER FAMILY. Peggy Lynch has too many children and too much to do. Unlike the pampered wives in her affluent Long Island suburb, Peggy’s not married to a doctor or a lawyer. She’s married to an uneducated Irish immigrant twelve years her junior, and has to work two jobs to help make ends meet. In between the carpools, the laundry, and the food shopping, she also has to make sure her youngest son takes his ADHD medicine so he doesn’t flunk out of high school. Maybe if her lazy husband would get off his ass and help around the house, she’d have time to connect with her children and be the type of mother they deserve. But Peggy lacks that luxury because if it wasn’t for her, the whole family would fall to pieces. Years have passed since Peggy ruled the house and Veronica is no longer her mother’s obedient little girl. Moving into her childhood home with her husband and infant twins, she’s starting a new life and should finally be happy. Right? Wrong. While cleaning out her old bedroom, Veronica finds a letter from her deceased mother. If Veronica were smart she’d burn it and leave her family secrets buried with the dead. But as her mother so often said, Veronica’s never been that smart. She rips open the envelope and proves her mother right… Goodreads * Amazon

The Girls on Rose Hill North Shore Stories Book 2

THREE GENERATIONS OF WOMEN; THREE GENERATIONS OF SECRETS Ellen Murphy spent her childhood in an idyllic house by the sea. A house surrounded by flower filled gardens and a white picket fence. A house she fled at eighteen. A house full of secrets. When Ellen’s mother Rose, an ex-nun, is diagnosed with terminal cancer, Ellen reluctantly returns home to care for her and uncovers a clue to the one secret that has haunted Ellen all her life: the identity of her father. But that is just one of the many secrets hidden behind the beautiful facade of the house on Rose Hill. “The Girls on Rose Hill is a beautifully written story about the complicated relationship between three generations of women. It will touch you, make you laugh, and make you cry. Bernadette Walsh’s subtle use of language, traditions, and manners painted an authentic portrait of an Irish Catholic family. I loved it.” Add to Goodreads Amazon * Books2Read

Cold Spring North Shore Stories Book 1

AN INNOCENT GIRL IS A DANGEROUS THING Twenty years ago Maura Lenihan was the curvaceous red-haired teenager at the center of a political sex scandal. Today, Maura is a thirty-five year old hospice nurse who spends her days caring for the cancer-ridden and comatose and her nights reading romance novels. Her life is boring and safe and just the way she likes it. However, Maura’s safe cocoon is now threatened both by the press’ renewed interest in the twenty year old scandal and the attentions of her most recent patient — a thirty year old Wall Street investment banker whose black hair and blue eyes are oddly familiar. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Books2Read

I have always been a bookworm and had always meant to write a novel “someday.” You know, when I won the lottery and could live in beach house and feel inspired. Twelve years ago I decided to stop waiting for my winning lottery ticket and sat down and started writing. In between work and family obligations, I piled the words on top of each other until they formed sentences, paragraphs, chapters and eventually a book. While I’ve hopped around genres, all of my books to date have a common theme: strong women handling what life throws at them the best way they can. My titles include: Gold Coast Wives, The Girls on Rose Hill, The Devlin Witch (Books 1-4 of the Devlin Legacy Series), Cold Spring, Johnny Be Good, See Me and Friends Forever. Covers and other information about my books and my writing can be found on my website www.bernadettewalsh.com . Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

EXCERPT from The Girls on Rose Hill

Suddenly, I was starved. I hadn’t eaten much more than the occasional sandwich during the last few
weeks. The restaurant wasn’t open yet for dinner. Brendan slipped the hostess a twenty. She led us to an
outdoor patio and brought us two very strong martinis. I didn’t have the energy or the interest to respond
to Brendan’s banalities so after a while he stopped talking, and we sat there quietly and drank our martinis

while the boats sailed by.
By the second martini, the restaurant opened and the waiter bought us two T-Bones, which we
ate in silence, although the silence was now companionable rather than strained. By dessert and my third
martini, I was feeling a bit “merry” as my grandmother would say, and was ready to talk to Brendan.
Grateful for a now appreciative audience, Brendan regaled me with his latest office coup, one of his many
attempts to displace his law firm’s current managing partner.
We chatted about country club gossip and our sons’ complicated love lives during martini
number four. I laughed at Brendan’s flirty banter; he was a philandering asshole, but he could be very
funny, especially after a few drinks. It was still light out when I swayed through the restaurant parking lot
to my car. Brendan, who was sober, at least compared to me, drove us home.
He helped me out of the car and up the steep front steps.
“Good evening, Ellen,” Barbara Conroy trilled from her front porch.
“Hi, Barbara,” I slurred. Brendan poured me in the front door. I stumbled into the hallway and
knocked over the brass umbrella stand. For some reason, Brendan found that very funny.
He laughed. “I can’t remember when I’ve seen you this lit.” Brendan steered me toward the
stairs.
“I’m perfectly fine,” I huffed.
“Of course you are, sweetheart, but you’ve had a long day. We both have. Why don’t we go take
a nap.” Brendan practically pushed me up the stairs and into Kitty’s room.
“This isn’t my room,” I protested weakly, as Brendan slipped the linen shift from my shoulders.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I moaned as his hands travelled down the front of my body and cupped
my still firm breasts. He then gently pushed me onto Kitty’s bed. The old bed creaked under our weight.
His mouth expertly covered mine and despite the vow I had taken three years earlier not to be seduced by
him again, I responded.

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Gypsy Kisses and Voodoo Wishes Book Tour & Giveaway

Gypsy Kisses and Voodoo Wishes by Denise N Tapscott Genre: Southern Gothic Horror, Paranormal Romance

Can any good transpire when Romani magic collides with Voodoo Magic? For Grandmother Zenobia, the answer is unclear. The year is 1890 in Carrefour Parish, Louisiana. A Voodoo high priestess with a mysterious past, Grandmother Zenobia conceals her magical powers from her grandson Will. She wants him to have a “normal” family life, including savory Southern dinners and festive church gatherings. When Will reveals that he’s in love with a girl named Syeira, Grandmother is overjoyed. In her excitement over a future wedding, Grandmother fails to find out a crucial piece information. Syeira is not a New Orleans local, she’s from the Camlo family. On the other side of the bayou, Queen Patia Camlo, is furious when her daughter reveals her relationship with Will, who is not Romani. To the Camlo tribe, The Traveler way is the only way. Desperate to put an end to their romance, Patia casts a spell so effective that even the great Grandmother Zenobia can’t fix the damage it creates. Grandmother Zenobia must decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice to retaliate against Patia, as well avenge her family, without losing her soul Add to Goodreads Amazon * Book2Read

Denise was born and raised in California. She left her heart in San Francisco, but somehow managed to leave her soul in New Orleans. When she’s not creating and cultivating her characters, she enjoys dining on spicy tuna rolls, sharing a bottle of red wine with friends and watching the latest flick (especially scary films). From time to time this radiant left-handed pirate will even challenge others to a fencing match or two. But, watch out. This Gemini is determined to win! Often referencing her favorite quotes, below is Denise’s favorite motto by Hans Christian Andersen: “Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

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Ice Rift Series Book Tour & Giveaway

Ice Rift Ice Rift Series Book 1 Ben Hammott Genre: Science Fiction / Action / Adventure / Horror

Humans have always looked to the stars for signs of Extraterrestrials.They have been looking in the wrong place.

They are already here, entombed in a spaceship beneath Antarctic ice for thousands of years.

The ice is melting and they will soon be free.A huge rift in the ice is discovered in Antarctica that stretches for 18 miles, (29 km) and 820 feet (250 meters) apart at its widest point.

When environmental scientists enter the ice rift to check out an anomaly on NASA’s satellite scans of the area, they discover something far more life threatening than the raging blizzard trapping them in the rift. They are unarmed and unprepared for their ensuing fight for survival.

Note – Though Ice Rift – Salvage, is a continuation of the story from Ice Rift, it was brought about by readers feedback saying they would like to read a follow on book. Ice Rift can be read as a complete story. There is no cliffhanger or abrupt ending.Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Apple * Google Play * Kobo

Ice Rift: Salvage Ice Rift Series Book 2

Action adventure sci-fi horror set in Antarctica. The spaceship entombed in the huge iceberg calved from the Pine Island Glacier drifts towards the warmer air and ocean temperatures of the South Atlantic. The race is on to claim the alien technology before the ice melts and releases its hold on the trapped alien vessel. The mission: Board the spaceship and salvage as much alien technology as possible before the doomed vessel sinks to the bottom of the ocean. The obstacles: A disintegrating iceberg, a collapsing spaceship, an armed Russian salvage force intent on claiming alien technology for themselves, an approaching storm, and the biggest obstacle of all—the spacecraft’s alien inhabitants. The aliens have another mission—survival—and when opposing species clash, there can be only one victor. Ice Rift – Salvage is the sequel to Ice Rift, which needs to be read first to gain the most enjoyment from the story. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Apple * Google Play * Kobo

Ice Rift: Siberia Ice Rift Series Book 3

ICE RIFT – SIBERIA is the 3rd book in the best selling Ice Rift series. Ice Rift and Ice Rift – Salvage need to be read first to gain maximum enjoyment from this novel.

Having stowed aboard the Russian vehicle transporting the alien weaponry salvaged from the doomed Antarctic spaceship, the surviving fragment of EV1L arrives at a secret underground complex in the remote wilderness of the Siberian tundra.

It will hide.

It will feed and grow.

It will breed.

When all is ready, EV1L and her hoard of vicious offspring will emerge from the facility and head for the nearest city to start their conquest of Earth.

When the Americans intercept a plea for help from the secret facility and learn of the alien menace, a crack team is rushed to Siberia. Their mission is to destroy the alien creatures before they escape.

If they fail, it could bring about the end of human civilization.

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Ben was born in England, but currently lives in Germany. He loves to laugh and make others laugh, something which he is particularly good at. He is a joker, a hoaxer and someone who loves mysteries, especially if they involve a long lost treasure. Apart from writing he likes nothing better than to be travelling in his motorhome around Europe seeking out mysteries and hunting for long lost treasures, which invariably lead him below ground to explore caves, caverns and old mines. These then become ideas he can use in his books. Currently based in Germany, if he is writing a book with a location in Europe, he will often drive to the area to get a feel of the place, the smells and the sounds of the streets, the people and the landscape, and will write down descriptions for later use. Ben’s research into the mysteries he has sought to solve is so thorough he often discovers snippets of information no one else has. His research has been used in many documentaries and his hoaxed discoveries detailed in his Lost Tomb of the Knights Templar book were featured in a Hollywood movie. FOLLOW BEN ON SOCIAL MEDIA Website * Goodreads * Amazon * Facebook * Twitter * BookBub

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Misadventures in Auckland Book Tour & Giveaway

Mummy Dearest – A Pharaonic Adventure Misadventures in Auckland Book 1 by Barbara Russell Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy

During a school trip to the museum, thirteen-year-old Tess wakes up an Egyptian mummy. Cursed by a necromancer, Prince Seth has been inside a sarcophagus for two thousand years. Now, he has no intention of going back into his tomb. He wants a normal life, friends, and fresh food. So, he follows Tess home, bandages and all. Ancient Egyptian mummies bring bad luck. Since Seth’s arrival, a car has almost run Tess over, and a lamppost nearly squashed her. With Tess’s soccer team, the Wolverines, qualified for the New Zealand Junior Soccer Championship, this curse could destroy its chances of winning. Even worse, evil Egyptian spirits chase her and Seth to take their souls into the world of the dead. Unless they find the two-thousand-year old necromancer, who controls the spirits and who gained eternal youth by cursing Seth, Tess and Seth will be doomed forever. Goodreads * Amazon

The Boy Who Killed Santa Claus Misadventures in Auckland Book 2

While other thirteen-year-old kids think about playing and riding their bikes, Hau has to deal with fairies. He sees them everywhere—small, green, tiny wings, with pointed ears like Legolas. And they talk to him as well. In fact, they don’t want to shut up. No one believes him, not even his mother or his best friend. Kids at school call him names, and he’s just as popular as a visit to the dentist. On top of that, he’s the only one who knows the truth about Santa Claus. Santa isn’t the nice, fatherly elf everyone believes. He’s a bloodthirsty villain. Yep. Newt witnessed it with his own eyes when Santa killed his father in cold blood right under the Christmas tree. But again, no one believes him. Goodreads * Amazon

The Doom & Despair Entertainment Agency Misadventures in Auckland Book 3

Welcome to the Doom & Despair Entertainment Agency where fear is always guaranteed. Do you want a bunch of zombies for your next birthday party? Vampires and ghosts at your wedding, frightening your guests? No problem. The Doom & Despair Entertainment Agency organises the scariest events in all New Zilla. Except that, since the ghost of MacBatt Castle disappeared, business is slowing down at the agency. A new, young ghost, Gwen, haunts the castle, and she’s too nice to scare the customers. So, it’s up to Orlando, a thirteen-year-old orphan who works for the agency, to help Gwen in becoming scarier before his employer decides to send him back to the orphanage. Goodreads * Amazon

The Girl with the Dragon-Raccoon Misadventures in Auckland Book 4

While other fifteen-year-old girls dream about having a blood-sucking boyfriend like in Twilight, Tyro has nightmares about vampires. She has her share of vampires, zombies, and werewolves because her mum is a dentist who attends to these monsters’ teeth. So, when her mother and a vampire client disappear from the dental clinic, leaving only a trail of blood, trashed furniture, and ripped clothes behind, Tyro suspects one of the monsters kidnapped them or worse that the vampire attacked her mum. Either way, she’s in deep crap. The police don’t believe her, and Jack, the vanished vampire’s son, wants to take Tyro to Underworld City where hags, zombies, and all kind of were-beings live. He plans to talk with the underworld police that control supernatural creatures. That’s his chance to show her that not every monster is a thug, and perhaps, she’ll accept his invitation for the Disemboweller Ball. If only he could keep his true nature secret. No girl would be attracted by a guy who can turn himself into a half-dragon, half-racoon beast, with no fire to speak of, no super-strength, and very tiny wings. How lame is that? Tyro would rather go to school wearing only her underwear than be alone with Jack. What if going to Underworld City is a trap? What if he wants to eat her? But unless she teams up with him, she’ll never know what happened to her mum. Armed with her courage and a bottle of garlic spray, she accepts to travel to Underworld City with Jack. After a monster killed her dad, her mum is all that is left of her family, and she won’t leave her in the hands of brain-eating, blood-sucking creatures. Goodreads * Amazon

I’m an entomologist and a soil biologist, which is a fancy way to say that I dig in the dirt, looking for bugs. Nature and books have always been my passion. I was a kid when I read The Lord Of The Ring and fell in love with fantasy novels. When I discovered cosy mystery and crime novel, I fell in love with Hercules Poirot and Sherlock Holmes. Then I grew up and . . . Nah, I’m joking. Don’t grow up, folks! It’s a trap. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Chapter One

AS A MULTI-TASKING GIRL, Tess could do multiple things at once like follow her history
teacher and, at the same time, work with her smartphone. After all, she was the captain
of the Wolverine Soccer Team thanks to her sharp mind, quick of foot, and a lot of
patience.
Besides, Mrs. Hudson’s lecture stopped being interesting ages ago. She started
with fascinating stuff, explaining how the ancient Egyptians scraped the brains from
dead people’s skulls to mummify them, but then she droned on and on about war and
battles. Tess wasn’t interested in that.
She squinted at the white lights of the Natural History Museum of Auckland.
They reflected on the screen of her smartphone, blocking the view of the sketched
soccer pitch. If Mrs. Hudson noticed her phone, she’d go bananas. But to prepare the
team formation for the next match, Tess had to consider different tactics. Should she
change strategy and reinforce the lines of the defenders? Nah, better focus on the
attackers. Or did she need a new training plan? The Wolverine guys were turning a bit
soft with spring and Christmas coming. Holidays sucked from this point of view. Players
lacked concentration.
“And this is the mummy’s room,” Mrs. Hudson said, spreading her arms. Her
wavy, chestnut hair fell on her shoulders and sparkled with gold hues under the
exhibition lights.
Tess lifted her eyes from the screen and advanced along with her classmates
into a wide room that smelled of lemon polish and strawberry bubble-gums. Hushed

voices spread around. She loosened the collar of her blue school uniform. All those
lights and people made the air stuffy. Tall posters, illustrating bits of ancient Egypt’s
history, papered the walls. The glossy prints showed hieroglyphics, pictures of massive
pyramids, and turquoise dung beetles.

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Let’s Be Buddies Book Tour & Giveaway

Let’s Be Buddies A Jefferson Ball Adventure Book 2 by David Perlmutter Genre: YA SciFi Fantasy

Major Hamilton Pomeranian, once a highly decorated Star Soldier, has been discharged for a recently gained injury. Now forced into a non-military life, she is uncertain about what to do until reconnecting with Jefferson Ball, an old army buddy, and agreeing to assist her at her “job”- not realizing exactly what that will involve until it is too late… An exciting story from the author of “Nothing About Us Without Us”. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords

The Singular Adventures of Jefferson Ball A Jefferson Ball Adventure Book 1

There never was a heroine like Jefferson Ball. And, thankfully, there may never be. She is, simply, the most powerful humanized female dog in a universe full of them. Faster, stronger, more attractive to boys. Unbeatable as a lover. Unfortunately, her brains are not up to this quality, but don’t tell her that. About the only one who can is Major Hamilton Pomeranian, the diminutive ex-soldier who is Jeff’s best friend and conscience. When she gets too big for her limited clothing, Hamilton tells her what for. And it’s usually only after that point that they are able to escape from whatever convoluted situation they find themselves in. This potential collection will have readers both laughing and awestruck at the events that happen. And, hopefully, you will be one of them. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords

David Perlmutter is a freelance writer based in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. He is the author of America Toons In: A History of Television Animation (McFarland and Co.), The Singular Adventures Of Jefferson Ball (Amazon Kindle), The Pups (Booklocker.com), Certain Private Conversations and Other Stories (Aurora Publishing), Honey and Salt (Scarlet Leaf Publishing), The Encyclopedia of American Animated Cartoon Series (Rowman and Littlefield, forthcoming) and Orthicon; or, the History of a Bad Idea (Linkville Press, forthcoming). Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Her monologue was interrupted when another “boy” crossed her path. This was not a soldier, however,
but a common criminal. Of the desperate nature that the majority of criminals were even in that futuristic
time, though he took great pains to disguise it with the most aggressive of manners.
He indicated his social status most clearly when he stepped right in Hamilton’s path, whipped out a long
knife, and directed it in the vicinity of her stomach. He was a figure much bigger than her, but she was
used to that by now. So used to it, in fact, that she barely batted an eyelid when he jumped in front of
her. She knew perfectly well how to deal with ruffians, from plenty of past experience, and she hoped
that she could draw on the same well of experience to deal with him the same way.
“Well?” he prompted, in a typical, guttural criminal fashion.
It was an old routine for him, and he thought he’d get the proper answer for it. She, however, was
unfamiliar with the demand, at least the way they did on Earth, due to her extended absence. She looked
at him with bemusement, like someone willing to let somebody else act out a well-worn comedy routine
that had lost much of its charm through repeated, dry and mechanical repetition.
Until she shocked him by delivering the punchline much better than he ever could.
“Well, what?” she answered, putting her burden down on the ground. “Explain yourself, please.”
“I think you know.”
“I think I don’t.”
He was nonplussed. Not used to having extended conversations with his victims, by any means, he tried another
tactic.
“You’re not from here?” he asked.
“Well, I was born here, and grew up here, if that’s what you mean.” she said, without breaking a sweat. “I’ve been
off-planet for a while. Work and all that. But I can tell, exactly, what it is you want. They make your kind all over
the galaxy.”
“So you’re a Star Soldier, huh?”
“Yeah. Just got out. How’d you guess?”
“They come down this way, often. The space station’s not too far from here. They end up coming down this way
when they’re in town.”
Remaking his original point, he put his knife perpendicular to her navel once again.
“And they’re the only kind of people in this here neighborhood that would have a remote chance of
having anything valuable. On their bodies, in their wallets, or anywhere else they might want to try to
hide whatever it is they got on them. Is that clear enough for you to understand?”
“Certainly. But, as you said, I’m a Star Soldier. So I know exactly how to deal with you.”
“How?”
“Like this.”
She reached into her pocket for her gun, the formidably locked and loaded weapon assigned to each
Star Soldier on and off duty in cases like this. When other Soldiers- or, more likely, civilians, when they
got drunk and thought they could get “lucky” owing to the “easy” reputation many Soldiers had- made life
more difficult than it needed to be for them. The threat of being shot, with the expert marksmanship that
each Soldier was required to have, was enough to scare most ruffians off without the Soldier even being required to
fire the weapon at all. This was the effect Hamilton was hoping for: to drive the threat away. At least away from
her.
But it was not to be.
It was only after that rash action that she remembered that, as one of the conditions of her discharge, she was forced
to return her weapon to the quartermaster before she boarded the ship for her return voyage to Earth.
Therefore, she no longer had anything with which to defend herself!
Beneath her yellow fur, she turned pale. A fact not unnoticed by her potential assailant.
“Forgot something?” the robber asked. To which Hamilton could only nod in fear.
“Good,” he grinned. “That’ll make this a lot easier.”
She tried to evade him by moving fast, backwards, but he came closer to her with every step. Her doom
seemed ever-evident with each advance.

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