For Beau Book Tour & Giveaway


For Beau
The Sarah Ashdown Story
by Simon Gandossi
Genre: Historical Fiction 

The ground shook with each bomb that fell on London. The night sky lit up, and the sounds of gunfire overwhelmed the city as our brave men fought back. It took so many bombs to fall on this great city to make the Germans realize that England could not be defeated. It took just one bomb to make one woman realize her true destiny.
Sarah Ashdown’s insurmountable guilt and remorse over the death of a young girl sets in motion one of the most unbelievable stories of World War II. An ordinary housewife who defied the odds to become one of the most wanted women in occupied Europe, her story of determination and courage will shock and inspire those who read it.






Simon Gandossi is a historical fiction author who was born and raised in Western Australia. From an early age, Simon discovered a passion for history and writing. It is that passion combined with his desire to bring to light the different aspects of the past that makes him a unique writer. There are a lot of people who give up so much to follow their dreams, and Simon is no different. To become a professional writer is difficult, but his hard work and determination has seen him develop from an amateur to a full-time writer in just a few years.



An elderly and fragile lady is helped by a young gentleman into the boardroom of the local TV
station. She puts a large bag on the floor and sits down and is left alone, waiting for a journalist.
After extensive
research, the station has discovered her story. Today is the anniversary of the beginning of the
Blitz, and Sarah’s story is so fascinating that the network is considering airing it on their current
affairs program. She is growing a little impatient as she waits to be interviewed.
Finally, after a fifteen-minute delay, a young and somewhat disorganised journalist wearing an
expensive grey suit opens the door and sits down next to her. He seems nervous, as if it’s his
first interview.
‘I am terribly sorry, Ms Ashdown; it’s been one of those mornings. I am Daniel Warwick,’ he said
as he ruffled through his papers.
‘I’d like to say I have all the time in the world, Mr Warwick,’ she says in a sarcastic tone.
‘Please, call me Daniel, and can I get you a tea or coffee?’ he asked politely.
‘Tea would be wonderful,’ she replied.
Daniel presses the button on the intercom and asks for two teas to be brought to the
boardroom. Sarah stares at him; she seems amused at his nervousness.
‘I want to thank you for taking the time and giving us the opportunity to hear your fascinating
story.’
‘I want to make it clear that any payment you provide for this interview you give directly to the
children’s hospital. They need it more than I do,’ Sarah replies.
‘It has already been done, along with a small donation from the staff themselves,’ he replies,
smiling.
Daniel takes out some papers from a red folder, and he spends a few moments glancing over
them. He takes out his recorder and places it on the table; he is finally ready to conduct the
interview. The tea is
brought in and Daniel turns on the recorder.
‘First, can you start by telling me a little about your family?’
Sarah sips her tea and puts the cup down.
‘I had a very good upbringing as a child; during my childhood, my parents would ensure they
never missed any special event in my life. Birthdays, school plays, and presentations, et cetera.
Then, in late 1939,my mother died from breast cancer. It was as if my whole life was taken away
from me. A piece of me died that day and I never felt the same again. The war changed my
father; he had gone from a man who was always there for me to one I hardly saw. We lived in
the same house for a long time, but we might as well have lived a thousand miles apart. He
worked for MI5—he was a very intelligent and well-respected man. He had risen through the
ranks, becoming so important that he often advised and met with key figures, including the
prime minister himself. I guess the pressures of his job changed him. All I had to do to make
myself feel better was to remember the past—the time when this man
would have given up anything to be with me.’
‘Your father being who he was, did you receive news before anyone else? Maybe advanced
news about how the war was going?’
‘No, he never discussed his work with me.’
‘How did you spend a typical day during the war?’
‘That is a very general question, Mr Warwick—how I spent my days varied greatly. If it were a
peaceful day with no air raids, I would sometimes visit friends or go for walks and things of that
nature. During air raids, I did as most did; I went into the air raid shelter. We had our own below
our house.’
‘Were you scared?’
‘No, certainly not, I refused to be so. Being scared means the enemy gets what they want. If I
was to be killed by a bomb, then it was just my time.’
There is a pause while they both sipped their teas. Daniel skips a few pages of his notes. He
has a confused look on his face.
‘Do you need some more time, Mr Warwick?’ Sarah asks.
‘Once again, I am sorry. I have written too many notes and questions.
I am sure now you wish you had a more experienced journalist?’ Daniel says in an apologetic
tone.

‘Certainly not. Maybe you need some whiskey in that tea,’ Sarah replied, smiling.
Daniel becomes a little more at ease. He puts down all of the notes and questions he has, and
continues on.
‘What is the worst experience you saw during the Blitz, something that, during your entire life,
has stayed with you?’
‘I think anyone who experienced the Blitz had many bad experiences—I certainly had my share,
as you will soon find out.’
Sarah holds tightly onto her cup, staring at it. She seems to be deep in thought; Daniel, pausing
himself, gives her a moment. She raises her head and stares at Daniel.
‘My experiences have stayed with me every day,’ she says, becoming slightly teary-eyed.
Sarah finishes her tea and puts the cup and saucer on the table. It’s obvious he has many
questions to ask her, but thinks asking only one question that will answer all of them will be
best.
‘Can you tell me everything, your entire story from the beginning?’
‘You have nothing to do this week, Mr Warwick?’
‘Hearing this puts anything I have to do aside for the time being.’
‘As you wish,’ Sarah replies.

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The Seidr Cycle Book Tour & Giveaway

Dolor and Shadow
The Seidr Cycle Book 1
by Angela B. Chrysler
Genre: High Epic Fantasy
A great power has awakened within Princess Kallan.
To keep the princess hidden, she is taken to Alfheim; her abilities suppressed and her memory erased.
Years later, Kallan inherits her father’s war, and vows revenge on the one man she believes is responsible: Rune, King of Gunir. But soon, a twist of fate puts Kallan in protection of the man she has sworn to kill, and Rune in possession of powers he does not understand.
Lost in the world of Men, the two must form an unlikely alliance to make their way home and solve the mystery of their past – and of the Shadow that hunts them both.
Praise for Dolor and Shadow:
“…a sweeping, epic novel… highly recommend it to all fantasy lovers.” – Erin S. Riley, author of Odin’s Shadow
“Angela B. Chrysler has brought world building to breathtaking heights with ‘Dolor and Shadow’” – Jay Norry, Amazon Review
“This is book one in a set that has the potential to become timeless” – Timothy Bateson, Amazon Review
Fire and Lies
The Seidr Cycle Book 2
War rips across the land of Alfheim.
As the Fae gods draw near, Queen Kallan’s strength is tested.
She follows King Rune, but the Shadow Beast caged within Rune’s body is writhing in hunger. Kallan’s newest companion, Bergen – the legendary Berserk – is determined to end the conflict in her life.
As the three come together, the truth buried in the past resurfaces. Now, Kallan must master a dormant power… or watch her kingdom fall to the Fae, who will stop at nothing to keep their lies.
Angela B. Chrysler is a writer, logician, philosopher, and die-hard nerd who studies theology, historical linguistics, music composition, and medieval European history in New York with a dry sense of humor and an unusual sense of sarcasm. She lives in a garden with her family and cats.
In 2014, Ms. Chrysler founded Brain to Books and the virtual trade show, Brain to Books Cyber Convention. A passionate gardener and incurable cat lover, Ms. Chrysler spends her days drinking coffee and writing beside a volume of Edgar Allan Poe who strongly influences her style to this day. When Ms. Chrysler is not writing, she enables her addictions to all things nerdy, and reads everything she can get her hands on no matter the genre. Occasionally, she finds time to mother her three children and debate with her life-long friend who she eventually married. Her writing is often compared to Tad Williams. Her influences are Edgar Allan Poe, The Phantom of the Opera, and Frankenstein.
Angela also loves writing, cats, reading, knitting, gardening, Tai Chi, Yoga, meditation, coffee, BBC, baking, cooking, dancing, singing, anime, and smiling.

At the farthest ends of Midgard, where Alfheim begins, the Fae goddess Fand gazed upon
Kallan’s fair city. Lorlenalin. The White Opal. The Dokkalfar citadel. Humming a ditty, she
collected her skirts and idly glided through the wood surrounding the city.
Like threads of gold, Seidr flowed from the tips of Fand’s fingers. It flowed down her
gown and branched across the first autumn frost glistening in the moonlight as if the Fae gods
themselves had emerged from Under Earth and touched down on the lands of Midgard. Like
veins, the Seidr webbed a path to the city. The life she found there was strong, but hollow with
grief for their missing queen. Fand called the Seidr back, and she smiled. Memories of the dead
never survive the ages. It was only a matter of time before the Dokkalfar forgot their precious
queen.
“This won’t be too hard.”
Fand took a step and strips of leather wove themselves around her bare foot. By the time
she took a second step, she wore a pair of fine leather boots. Her gowns of Under Earth
reknitted
themselves into something simpler, but just as suggestive. Just as inviting. The gems she
wore to ordain her bodice became grains of golden sand that vanished with the wind. Her
cheekbones rounded out. Her pearlescent skin darkened to look more like a daughter of Alfheim
than the pale, jeweled complexion of a Fae goddess of Eire’s Land.
Fand pushed a hand through her raven black hair, sending strands of Seidr streaking the
black and changing it to a pale blond by the time her fingers reached the tips.
By the time Fand stepped into a beam of moonlight where the Dokkalfar guards could see
her, all that remained of her original appearance was the stunning rings of gold Seidr that
encircled her pupils and the mesmermizing smile that arched her red lips.
By dawn, only two would remember the name of Kallan, Daughter of Eyolf, Queen and
Lady of Lorlenalin.

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The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book Tour, Guest Post, and Giveaway


Dream Student
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Prequel
by J.J. DiBenedetto
Genre: Paranormal Mystery

Sara Barnes has her life totally under control. All she has to worry about is college exams, Christmas shopping, applying to medical school–and what to do about the cute freshman who has a crush on her. And everything is going according to plan, until the night she starts dreaming other people’s dreams.


It’s bad enough that every night is a theater of her friends’ and classmates’ secret fantasies. Worse yet are the other dreams, the dark ones featuring a strange, terrifying man committing unspeakable crimes.

As the nightmares increase, Sara’s life becomes a blur of waking and sleeping, of terror and urgency. Because if she was given this dream-sharing gift for a reason, it must be to stop the killer madman she’s come to know all too well. But how can she stop him when she’s just a student, and they’re only dreams?

Dream Student is the thrilling prequel to the Dream Doctor Mysteries.


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Dream Doctor
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 1

Between adjusting to life as a newlywed and trying to survive the first month of medical school, Sara Alderson has a lot on her plate. She definitely doesn’t need to start visiting other people’s dreams again. Unfortunately for her, it’s happening anyway.


Every night, she sees a different person and a different dream. But every dreamer has one thing in common: they all hate Dr. Morris, the least popular professor in the medical school, and they’re all dreaming about seeing him – or making him – dead.

Once again, Sara finds herself in the role of unwilling witness to a murder before it happens. But this time, there are too many suspects to count, and it doesn’t help matters that she hates Dr. Morris every bit as much as any of his would-be murderers do.

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Dream Child
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 2

Dr. Sara Alderson can deal with eighty-hour workweeks as a resident at Children’s Hospital. Dealing with crises in the Emergency Room or the OR is second nature to her. But now she faces a challenge that all of her training and experience hasn’t prepared her for: Lizzie, her four-year-old daughter, has inherited her ability to see other people’s dreams.


After Lizzie befriends a young boy on a trip to Washington, DC, and then wakes up in a panic that night because of a “bad funny dream,” Sara knows exactly what it means: her daughter is visiting the boy’s dreams. Complicating matters is the fact that the boy’s father is a Congressman, and he’s dreaming about a “scary man in a big black car” threatening his Daddy. 

Unraveling a case of political corruption and blackmail would be hard enough for Sara under the best of circumstances. But when she has to view everything through the eyes of a toddler, it may be an impossible task.





Dream Family
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 3

Dr. Sara Alderson didn’t think she had a problem in the world, when she walked into the office for her first day as a partner in her own medical practice. And then the police showed up and arrested her for a crime she couldn’t possibly have committed. Twenty four hours later, after a horrifying day and night in jail, Sara comes home a different – and completely broken – woman.


Clearing her name is her first challenge, but that’s nothing compared to the task of rebuilding her shattered psyche. And the only way she can do that is with the help of the supernatural dreams, the same dreams that have nearly cost Sara her sanity – and almost got her killed – in the past.




Waking Dream
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 4

After nearly a decade of visiting other people’s dreams, Sara Alderson thought she had made peace with her supernatural gift. Until one night, while watching her husband dream, she saw someone else watching him, too: a mysterious woman in a red dress.


The woman in red keeps appearing in the dreams of Sara’s husband and his co-workers. Sara doesn’t know if this mystery woman is trying to steal her husband, drive him mad or something even worse. All she does know is that now she has something she never imagined: a nemesis. And the only thing more dangerous than a nemesis who shares her ability to step into other people’s dreams, is one who knows far more about that ability and how to control it than Sara does.




Dream Reunion
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 5

Dr. Sara Alderson is heading back to college for her ten-year class reunion. Her husband and two of her children are coming with her – and so are her supernatural dreams.


One of her old classmates is becoming more frantic with every passing night. Sara can’t see his face, but she can see everything else in his dreams, and he’s coming closer and closer to committing a desperate act to try and save his business. Sara’s the only one who can save him, and his family – if she can figure out who he is and what he’s planning in time.




Dream Home
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 6

Dr. Sara Alderson thought she was securing her and her family’s future when she moved them to a small town in New York and took a job as Chief of Pediatrics at the local hospital. Unfortunately, things aren’t going quite according to plan. For one thing, she has enemies at work who resent her from the moment she sets foot in the hospital.


For another, she’s visiting the dreams of an old man who’s seeing nightly visions of a storm that will wipe out the entire town. He’s convinced that the visions are true – and as winter closes in, Sara is starting to think he might be right.




Dream Vacation
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 7

Thanks to her unique ability to step into other people’s dreams, Dr. Sara Alderson has solved murders, unraveled conspiracies and saved lives. But when a crisis hits close to home, even her supernatural gift might not be enough to avert disaster.


On a family vacation to Paris, Sara’s fifteen-year-old daughter Grace disappears without a trace. The only way to find her is through Sara’s dreams. But her gift has taken an unwanted vacation, and without it, Sara has no idea how to rescue Grace. In a foreign city, with no clues, and her dreaming talent failing her for the first time, Sara must figure out another way to find Grace before it’s too late.




Fever Dream
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 8


Dr. Sara Alderson isn’t used to her patients dying for no reason. When a young boy succumbs to a mysterious illness that defies all her efforts to treat it, she refuses to accept defeat.


After two months of questions, Sara has attracted the attention of powerful people who don’t want their secrets uncovered, and will go to any lengths to make sure they stay hidden. 

Now, time is running out for Sara to unravel the mystery before anyone else falls victim to the illness. And before her career, her family and her freedom are taken from her by enemies she doesn’t even know she has.




Dream Wedding
The Dream Doctor Mysteries Book 9

It ought to be a joyful time for Dr. Sara Alderson. Her daughter, Lizzie, is about to graduate college, and marry her longtime boyfriend. But the family’s happiness is shattered when a drunk driver seriously injures her teenage son in a hit-and-run accident.


Now, instead of planning her daughter’s wedding, Sara must fight to save her son’s life. And when she discovers who the drunk driver was – someone she thought was a colleague and a friend – she has to fight her desire for revenge. Because Sara knows she has the power to visit the driver’s dreams, and in those dreams, she holds the power of life and death. 




Dream Fragments:
Stories From the Dream Doctor Mysteries

The novels don’t tell the whole story!


Readers of the Dream Doctor Mysteries know that Sara and her family have a very busy life outside the pages of the ten Dream Doctor Mysteries, and here’s your chance to peek into it.

Twelve stories are included in this collection, and you’ll discover what happened on Sara’s final Spring Break of college; Lizzie’s first day of school; Betty and Howard’s first trip out of the country; and much more!





J.J. DiBenedetto is author of the Dream Series and the Jane Barnaby Adventures and lives in Arlington, Virginia with the love of his life and a white cat who rules the roost. 


His passions are photography, travel, the opera, the New York Giants, and of course writing. 

Mr. DiBenedetto is devoted to writing books with a sense of mysticism to entertain and perhaps invite his readers to suspend belief in a way they might never have.

Since he was very young , he has always been intrigued with the supernatural and things that can’t be explained rationally.

By always asking way too many questions, it piqued his interest to the point of setting his writing off and running when he grew up! All the curiosity building up all those years were finally getting put into words to captivate readers. And it hasn’t ended. His main goal is to share all the stories he has inside, putting pen to paper. And that’s how the Dream Series was born.





I imagine most authors picture their books being bought by Hollywood and turned into a movie or a TV
series, and daydream about which actors would play their characters. I certainly do, and I’ve got some
very clear ideas about who I’d cast if it were left to me.
Keep in mind a couple of things as you read on. First, the initial book of the series was written in 2012,
so that influences my choices. Second, the books cover 25 years in the life of Sara and her family and
friends, so I tried to pick actors who could play both the college-age versions of the characters we meet
in the prequel novel, DREAM STUDENT, and also the more mature, adult versions we see in the later
books of the series.
For Sara Barnes (later Alderson), the heroine of the series, and a woman who leads a double life – she’s
both a medical doctor (well, by the time we get to the second book, anyway), and also a “psychic
detective” (her brother’s description, which she hates) who solves the mysteries she sees when visiting
other people’s dreams, I think that Danielle Panabaker would be the ideal choice. Danielle stars on The
Flash as Dr. Caitlin Snow, so she can obviously play both a scientist, and also someone surrounded by
weirdness.

For her boyfriend (later husband) Brian, I picked Grant Gustin, who plays Barry Allen/The Flash on The
Flash. He plays a great combination of heroic, earnest and goofy that suits Brian’s character perfectly.

Sara’s best friend, Beth, is funny, compassionate, outgoing and sexy, and I went back to the superhero
world of the CW to cast her. Emily Bett Rickards, who plays Felicity on Arrow, would be perfect.

Sara’s parents, Betty and Howard, were easy to cast, although at first glance it might seem odd that I
chose British actors to play Betty. But all good British actors are masters of accents and can sound
American without much trouble (the reverse, as we all know, is not always true!), so I’m not worried
about that. Nicola Bryant of Doctor Who fame is the perfect Betty (and she actually narrated the short
story Betty & Howard’s Excellent Adventure for Audible!), while I again tapped the cast of The Flash for
Howard. Tom Cavanaugh seems like a great choice, doesn’t he?

There’s one other character I should mention, and it took me until the third book of the series to realize
I’d been unconsciously modeling her on this actress all along. The character is Helen Alderson, Sara’s
mother-in-law, and the actress is Kelly Bishop, who today is probably best known for playing Emily
Gilmore in Gilmore Girls.
So there you have it! If you’ve read any of the books, please feel free to suggest alternate ideas if you
think other actors might be a better fit for any of the roles in the series!

From Dream Student (book 0 prequel) – Sara realizes her dreams are real
I glance at the front page, and then I look again. There’s a photo there. I grab the paper out of his
hands, completely ignoring his protest, and I look closely at it.
I’ve seen her before.
No.
No. It can’t be. It’s not possible. The girl in the picture looks exactly like the girl in my dreams. It’s not
possible, except that I’m seeing it with my own eyes. I start reading the story. “Seventeen-year-old
Amelia Morgan–high school senior–found murdered–body discovered on Old Tree Road…” No, no, no.
I read it again, and the words don’t change. Of course they don’t.
No.
Yes.
I just start wailing, shouting nonsense. I’m standing in the middle of the room screaming my head off.
Ray comes out to me, puts his hand on my shoulder, starts to tell me to calm down and I push him away,
shove the newspaper in his face. “It’s her! It’s her! It’s her, and she’s dead!”
She’s dead, she’s dead. She’s dead and I saw it and she’s dead and–and–that’s all I know. She’s dead
and I saw it and it’s all real and–and what?
I don’t know, so I keep on screaming.

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The Billionaire’s Girl Book Tour & Giveaway

The Billionaire’s Girl
by Bella Fontaine
Genre: Contemporary Romance
From USA TODAY bestselling author Khardine Gray writing as Bella Fontaine, comes a sexy, sassy enemies to lovers romance. Sleeping with the enemy just got sexier … Chad There is always that one woman, and this was her. I was sure of it. Billie Harrington, the reporter who came to the press conference to expose my family. Her exposé was however lost on me. I was more interested in her wild, exotic beauty. I knew from the minute I laid eyes on the goddess with her sexy curves, perfect pout, and velvet hair, that I had to make her mine. No matter the cost to me. I’d take my chances. But… I didn’t realize pursuing her would unleash all manner of havoc in my life. I’m determined not to let her slip away from me, but what is the right choice? I’m her enemy and she is mine… Billie I just wanted my story. My story, and justice for the injustice that was being served to the less fortunate. Then Chad Arnaud happened The hot billionaire. Tall, handsome, and dangerously charming. Breathtakingly sexy as he is arrogant with his panty melting bedroom eyes that could get a girl in trouble. Trouble… Trouble. He was big trouble for me. He was the last guy I should ever be with because he’s the enemy. If I don’t play my cards right I could lose my job. I knew all of that even as I allowed him to charm me. The chemistry between us was off-the-charts sizzling hot and I couldn’t resist the irresistible… Things will get messy at some point. Disaster is coming and I’m not sure how to untangle my heart when things begin to spin out of control. Or, if I want to… If you like hot, steamy, romance with gorgeous, drool worthy Alpha Billionaires, you will like this book.

Bella Fontaine is the multicultural and interracial romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling bestselling author Khardine Gray.
The name is to honor the strong, super talented, and courageous women in her family who inspired her to write and do what she loves most.As with her other books expect hot, steamy, contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Expect drool-worthy heroes and sassy heroines. People falling in love and the wild, sexy fun they have on their journey.
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There was already a rumble of chatter across the hall, but then, suddenly, the excitement grew.
It was time. The journalists in the front stood, and flashes of light from cameras going off almost
blinded me as I looked ahead.
“That’s Chad Arnaud,” the woman next to me said with keen interest.
The man who walked up to the podium immediately caught my attention.
He caught my attention in a way that threw me off kilter, and for a few moments, I’d forgotten
why I was here.
Those bright, bright blue eyes were enough to do the trick. They were blue like the Caribbean
Sea. I remembered from a trip as a child to St. Lucia when we visited my great uncle. The
piercing, vapid color of the sea was what got me back then.
That same color got me now as I stared at this guy.
With his dark blond hair that had been cut into a sharp faux hawk and his short beard that
enhanced the angles and planes in his face, he stole my breath away.
There were only a few times in my life when that had ever happened.
This was perhaps the most memorable because I was on a damn mission and shouldn’t be
ogling the enemy.
Beautiful faces with ugly hearts. Chad Arnaud was Conrad’s other son. The one we didn’t hear
much about. I didn’t know what the story was with him as to why, but that wasn’t my concern.
Gorgeous as he truly was, I doubted he was any different from his father or his brother.
And if he was doing the presentation tonight, he would unfortunately be on the receiving end of
my blows.
“Welcome, everyone,” he began in a rich, cool voice that carried with a presence over the room.
It was deep and masculine, strong and alluring.
“Thank you all for coming. We’re excited about this project and hope it will bring something good
to the community. It has always been our goal to provide the best, and we intend to do so with
our launch of Arnaud Heights, and entire complex of affordable luxury apartments.” Everyone
started clapping. Of course, they would. It all sounded like such a wonderful thing.
Chad continued like he liked the sound of his voice. It was nice, but everything he said was
bullshit. “It’s our way of bridging any gaps in our communities, providing quality to all.”
What a big load of fucking bullshit.
Bridging gaps and affordability for luxury apartments.
I couldn’t even laugh, and if I managed it, it wouldn’t be a laugh of humor. It would be cynical
and full of sarcasm.
“Thank you. Your excitement fuels us. I’ll now take questions.”
That was my cue, and I seized it.
“Do you sell that shit to everyone?” I spoke loudly, cutting into the woman at the front who’d just
started to say something.
Everyone looked back at me in shock.
Chad, Mr. Gorgeous, zeroed in on me and fixed those eyes on mine. We were about ten meters
apart, but when he looked at me, it felt as if he was right in front of me. It was the intensity.
Then, instead of looking appalled like everyone else, he smiled down at me.
And God, my mind slipped away again.
The smile revealed a cleft in his chin and dimples.
An uncontrollable blush swept over my skin and cascaded throughout my body.
“No. Didn’t you like what I said?” he asked, smile brightening.
All eyes were on me. Curious, watchful eyes.
“It sounded really good. In fact, it’s almost believable that you guys actually care about the
community, but you don’t.” I shook my head.
Someone gasped behind me.
Mr. Gorgeous clasped his hands together as he leaned onto the solid wood of the top of the
podium.
If not for the lascivious smile he gave me, I would have compared him to a pastor giving a
sermon for Sunday Service. Someone like Pastor Bailey, Mom’s pastor, who she thought was
an angel incarnate from heaven.
This guy here was definitely not that, and I was very interested to hear what the hell kind of
comeback he’d have for me.

“I would love for you to elaborate. There must be a reason why you think we don’t care.”
The poor guy. He didn’t know that was an invitation to unleash the secret I knew the Arnauds
were hiding.
“Were you going to tell the community that you plan to tear down the entire block of apartment
complexes that cover the expanse of East New Town to build your luxury apartments?”
That got his attention. Got it in a big way. It got everyone else’s too, and they started whispering
amongst themselves in shock.
Instead of the sinful smile, he now gave me a curious look.
Seeing he had no answer, I continued my tirade.
“I’m sure you know those apartments are filled with some of the poorest and most needed
members of the community, who will most likely be homeless after you throw them out of the
homes they’ve lived in for decades. Elderly people in their seventies to nineties, single mothers
who have to work God knows how many jobs to feed their children, families who are so below
the poverty line they have no hope of ever having a good life. You say you want to bring quality
to the community and bridge gaps, but yet you gave them a month to vacate the premises. A
month.”
Oh, people were seriously talking now. The room instantly came alive with it, and all the
reporters and journalists started throwing questions at him.
All at once, all in a rumble, with no coherence.
And yet his eyes were still fixed on me.
I didn’t know what bothered me more. The interest that flickered in his eyes or the effect he had
on me.
It didn’t matter. I’d said my piece, and now it was time to go.
I turned on my heel and moved through the crowd that was trying to question me too.
And still, I could feel his gaze on me. It followed me all the way through the door.
I had done what I came here to do, and now he could go and guess how I came by the
information.
He’d probably conduct the standard investigation people like him would do to see who leaked
and ratted them out to the press.
But he would find no leak.
I knew what was going on because my mother had told me.
Mom knew everything.
It was all set out in her eviction notice she got two days ago practically telling her to get gone by
the end of next month.
She was one of the tenants who lived in the New Town complex called Winsor Estate. That was
one of the buildings they were going to tear down to build Arnaud Heights.
The apartment she lived in was where I grew up.
This wasn’t just about a job or an exposé for me.
It was personal.


10,000 Bones Book Tour & Giveaway

10,000 Bones
by Joe Ollinger
Genre: Science Fiction
On the planet Brink, calcium is cash. The element’s scarcity led the world’s government to declare it the official currency. In the decades since, the governments of other colonized worlds have suppressed shipments of calcium in order to maintain favorable exchange rates, while Brink’s Commerce Board has struggled to negotiate importation quotas to keep the population alive and growing.
Taryn Dare is a Collections Agent, a specialized detective tasked with finding black market calcium and recovering it, so that the Commerce Board can recycle it and distribute it as currency. Taryn is fueled by one goal: to save up enough currency units for a one-way ticket to a better world. But when a job recovering a human corpse uncovers a deadly conspiracy in the system, Taryn is drawn into an investigation that may threaten her life, and the very fabric of her society.
Joe Ollinger grew up in a small swamp town in Florida. After graduating from USC, he worked for several years as a reader and story analyst for Academy Award Winning Filmmaker Oliver Stone. Currently residing in Los Angeles, he was a semifinalist in the Nicholl Fellowships in screenwriting. He works as an attorney when he’s not writing.

In the middle of a pursuit, it’s easy not to think about what I’m chasing. Remembering it, reminding
myself how it all works and why, connecting all the dots that add up to a picture of a society that needs
someone to do what I do—that’s the hard part. That comes later. Right now, I am focused. I need to be
as inescapable as the harsh realities that put me here. I’ve followed the busboy since he left the
restaurant, first from a distance on my quickbike, then another three blocks on foot, into this crumbling,

stripped-bare tenement in the Dust Pit. He’s glanced back at me twice. He sees me, sees my blue-and-
black Collections Agent uniform. I’m closing in on him as he enters the stairwell, and the tension is

palpable in his stiff, quick pace, in the sweat stains on his white shirt, in how tightly he’s gripping the to-
go bag he’s carrying. So far he’s been smart enough not to break into a run. I should have stopped him

sooner, but I wanted to see where he was going. He’s gone far enough.
Peeking into the stairwell, I don’t see an ambush, just the busboy’s feet hitting the stairs fast and light. I
bolt after him.
By the sixth floor I’m closing in. At the seventh, he throws open the door for the hallway. And then I’m on
him.
I lean a shoulder in and hammer him into the wall. He deflates and falls in a crumple, but he’s still
clutching the to-go bag, trying to keep it and its precious contents away from me as he struggles to
squirm free. I hit him with a deliberate but hard right elbow to the nose. There’s a crack, and his nostrils
are smeared with blood.
The fight goes out of him. I whip a zip-cuff out of a pouch on my belt, slip one end over his wrist and the
other over the door handle, and pull them tight.
Suddenly he’s not a fleeing criminal any longer, just another poor, malnourished kid who took a bad risk.
Rising to my feet, I snatch the to-go bag away, open it up, and look inside. Just what I expected. The
restaurant’s manager was right. The busboy was stealing.
Inside the bag are little gray bones. Probably from chickens, or maybe ducks.
Money.

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