Web of Echoes Book Tour & Giveaway

Deep Echoes Web of Echoes Book 1 by Melody Ash Genre: Time Travel Adventure

She’s a no-holds- barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson. The journey begins with a backpack and lip gloss. Caitlin Benoit finds her blood quickened by a new, intriguing site. An initial exploration leads to the discovery of a mysterious river rock with peculiar etchings. Puzzled, she breaks all the rules to examine the stone closer. When she brushes away the dirt, 2017 folds away to leave Caitlin standing in pre-Civil War Charleston. As she tries to work out how she time traveled to 1859, Caitlin learns the terrifying risk she poses even while she tries to return home. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Northern Echoes Web of Echoes Book 2

She’s a no-holds- barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.Adventures are launched with a parlor and a sword. Caitlin Benoit assumed the next destination would be her time, her world. Instead, the stone thrusts her further into the past and onto a different continent. Now in 1831 England, she’s discovered by William, the Duke of Lancaster. By sheer luck, he’s willing to allow her into his manor. While she fights to gain a footing in this new time, Caitlin discovers the stone also ripped John from Charleston. Everything she thought she knew about how the stone worked is false, and neither of them understand how to escape the grip of the past. As they work to uncover the mystery of the stone, an acquaintance of the Duke plots an intricate scheme certain to destroy them all. She and John must solve the puzzle, in an unknown amount of time, or risk getting stuck–or buried–in 1831. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Sunken Echoes Web of Echoes Book 3

She’s a no-holds- barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.Discovery has an hourglass and a necklace. Caitlin lands hard on the decks of an infamous ship–with only 24 hours before it sinks, and John is missing. Trapped in 1912 on the Titanic, sand is slipping through the hourglass as she tries to jump ship before it plunges to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. She meets Elizabeth, a woman with valuable knowledge about time travel and how it works. Yet nothing is ever easy, and her new friend’s memory proves to be unreliable. As Caitlin searches for John, the grains of time slip away. She must put the pieces together, or she’ll find herself in lying in a cursed grave at the bottom of the ocean. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Melody grew up loving the endless possibilities fantasy and Sci-Fi held between their pages or played on the big screen. At age ten, she picked up a pencil and began coming up with stories of her own that toyed with other worlds and the mysteries of this one. When she’s not delving into the worlds created by words, she’s digging into Ghiradelli chocolates and creating memories with her families. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Chapter One
The French Chateau rose into view, first with its vibrant blue slate rooftop, then the limestone
exterior, a graceful contrast of color breaking through the vibrant green of the North Carolina forests.
A hidden treasure now exposed for world review. Caitlin Benoit’s pace slowed, her long legs basking
in the rays of the warm southern sun. Other visitors hurried past her, more concerned with getting
inside the house than enjoying the view or understanding the history of a Gilded Age estate. She
tussled the thick curls she’d inherited from her father—dark brown like his, highlighted by her

mother’s gold, Caucasian coloring. Anyone’s quick glance would see a woman with a healthy, year-
round tan. She’d inherited that from both parents—a good mix of her mother’s European ancestors

and her father’s African roots. And she was equally proud of both sides of her heritage as it helped
shape and define her passion for research and exploration into the past.
But, she reminded herself, this visit to the Biltmore Estate wasn’t work. This was a vacation. A break
from exploring a history in slave trade around the world in all its ugly incarnations. This was a break,
and, she thought with a sigh, one much needed.
Caitlin stepped into the heavy foot traffic and followed other tourists to the front of the chateau. As
she edged closer to the house, her phone rang, and Caitlin rolled her eyes. Just an afternoon to
herself—it couldn’t be that much to ask. Should have left the device in the car.
She pulled the phone from a pocket and glanced at the name; a soft smiled played across her lips.
“Hey, Sean. You’re lucky I like you.”
He chuckled. “I knew that, but why?’
She pressed a finger against one ear to drown out the surrounding voices and laughter. “I’m getting
ready to go inside the Biltmore Estate. When the phone rang, I was ready to wring the neck of
whoever was interrupting my vacation.” Caitlin smiled sweetly at a man who’d turned around with a
raised brow. As he turned and returned his attention to his family, she shook her head. People could
be so nosey.
“Biltmore, huh?” Sean asked. “How do you feel about a side trip?”
Caitlin stepped out of line, nodded to the people behind her. “Side trip? Why would I do that?”
“I found something you might be interested in.”
Her stomach did the familiar flip any new discovery brought with it. Even after ten years of working in
the field, new sites still made her blood race. “Oh?”
To make matters worse, she could hear the smile through the phone. Sean knew he had her
undivided attention. “A local builder was clearing ground for a new factory, found the remains of
what appears to be slave shacks.”
The flips erupted into a full-on explosion. “Has an archaeological team been called in yet?”
“Yeah. You.”
She laughed. They’d graduated college at the same time and, along with another friend, Jenny,
formed a team quickly respected by the archaeological community. Friends, colleagues, and, she
liked to think, one of the best teams in the business. They grew together, made mistakes together,
polished their skills together, understood how each other worked. Her team. The best there was.
“I like that. Where are you?” Caitlin asked.
“Just north of Charleston. Should be about a four-hour drive from where you are.”
She nodded, glanced at the Biltmore Estate with a passing shade of disappointment, then turned
and headed back down the driveway. The vacation didn’t have to be canceled, just postponed. “I’m
far too predictable. You knew I’d come running.”
“Predictable is not a word I’d use to describe Caitlin Benoit, but in this case, I had a pretty good
hunch. But just in case you need further incentive, the shacks aren’t all that was found.”
“I’m already on my way. You don’t have to play dirty.”
He laughed. “I found a stone. Looks like Hoodoo symbols are carved into it.”
She trotted the rest of the way to the car. A stone with writing meant a gold mine to treasure
seekers. If word got out, she’d never make it on time. “Was it pulled from the site already?”
“No, it’s waiting for you.”
“Has it been made public yet?”
“You know me better than that, Caitlin. Don’t worry. The whole site has been taped off. You have

first dibs, so don’t kill yourself getting here.”
As he finished the sentence, Caitlin’s foot was already stomping against the pedal, tires screeching
from the parking space as other visitors to Biltmore stared at her in wonder. “You take all the fun out
of everything.”
“Someone has to. I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“You said it would take about four to get to you.”
“Right. And the way you drive, it’ll be two.”
Caitlin said goodbye and ended the call, cranked up the volume on a favorite mix of songs spanning
three decades, and turned onto I-26 East. She settled in the seat, ready for the ride through the
Carolina mountains. Her mind raced over the possibilities. A carved stone found at the site of slave
shack remains. Hoodoo and Voodoo were both widely practiced religions among early slaves, both
faiths a thick blend of Christian beliefs blended with African rituals. The stone wasn’t a big surprise.
Simple tools of their faith, like a rock, were easy to hide from the plantation masters who didn’t want
their workforce dabbling in what would have been seen as witchcraft. A rock in the corner of a
house? Who would look twice at that?
“But every find tells a bigger story.” Caitlin pressed harder on the pedal, the Jeep barely twitching in
response. What remained of the Antebellum South had been romanticized, the best of the slave

quarters far less characteristic of what many were forced to live in. Brick houses with well-
constructed walls and fireplaces were not commonplace, and the more characteristic wooden

structures long since destroyed.
Studying this period of American history always placed Caitlin in an odd juxtaposition between the
two separate histories that coursed through her veins and shared her heart. Maybe that was why it
captivated her so much.
To travel back in time, to see the histories merge into one clumsy choreographed dance.
“I’d have to be invisible, but it’d be interesting.” She looked across the rich jade forests lining either
side of the highway. “But since that’s not a possibility, I’ll keep digging.”
After all, digging was what she was meant to do.

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The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire Book Tour & Giveaway

The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire Books I and II by Colette L. Saucier Genre: Paranormal Regency Romance

FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER: The definitive vampire adaptation of Pride and Prejudice and its sultry sequel in one volume! Books 1 and 2 of the award-winning, international bestselling Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire, re-released in this special edition only on eBook for a limited time at an incredible price. BOOK I: Pulse and Prejudice Elle Magazine selection “A Most Inventive Adaptation” (April, 2016) Austenprose “Readers’ Choice, Top 5 Books of the Year” (2012) 1st Place Winner in Category, 2013 Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy – elegant, dark, brooding…vampire. The Master of Pemberley tells his haunting tale of unquenchable desire and forbidden love. “I cannot express enough how skeptical I was upon starting this book. Pride & Prejudice with a touch of vampires was enough to send me into fits of eye rolls. But, within only the first chapter, I found myself strangely drawn to the story. The vampire Darcy weaves his spell quickly.” – Austenprose Book II: Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth In this lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, death shadows the newlywed Darcys from Pemberley to the parlors of Regency London to the courtyards of Antebellum New Orleans. As Elizabeth discovers the trials and travails of marriage to a vampire, can Darcy ever believe that she loves him as he is? Or will his jealousy tear them apart? This is the sequel to Pulse and Prejudice; however, as it is not an Austen adaptation, the reader will find it darker, bloodier, and more provocative than Book 1. “After taking the plunge into this dark and haunting world, I am bloody thrilled to say that I just loved this sequel! The story examines the beauties and frailties of Darcy and Elizabeth’s love and devotion to each other while folding it into a world filled with gothic danger. It is action-packed and left me turning pages rather quickly, while at the same time being filled with well-developed characters whose inner turmoils make the reader empathize with each of their own plights.” C.A. Pepe, Just Jane 1813 Goodreads * Amazon

Colette L. Saucier is a bestselling and award-winning author in a variety of genres under multiple pseudonyms. Her novel Pulse and Prejudice, Book I: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire; the highly-acclaimed paranormal adaptation of the Jane Austen classic, was the 2013 Chatelaine Awards 1st Place Winner in Category, Romantic Fiction. Elle Magazine named Pulse and Prejudice a “Most Inventive Adaptation” of Pride & Prejudice in their April 2016 edition. It was also selected the 2013 1st Place Winner in Category: Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction. An abridged version of The Proud and the Prejudiced: A Modern Twist on Pride and Prejudice was selected a 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Semi-finalist and Austensque Reviews’ Favorite Modern Adaptation under the title All My Tomorrows. Colette’s latest release is the controversial erotic noir suspense, The Widow. She will be releasing Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, Book II: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire in eBook August, 2016, and print in October. A writer, world-traveler, empty-nester, and a literature, history, wine & cheese lover; Colette lives in Southeast Louisiana with her historian husband and their dogs. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Excerpt from Book I: Pulse and Prejudice

As he had done the previous nights, Darcy waited until the house had gone silent and opened
the door to Miss Bennet’s room. At first surprised to find Elizabeth was not in the chair beside
the bed, he then realized that, as Jane Bennet continued to mend, her sister need not tend to her
all night. He turned back into the hall and closed the door. Darcy instinctively knew Elizabeth
was in the next room. He stepped over and stood before the door, aware of her presence on the
other side.
Darcy leaned in with his hands on either side of the doorframe and let his forehead fall
against the door. He closed his eyes and imagined her lying on the bed, her hair splayed out on
the pillow, the eyes that had challenged him so brightly just that evening now closed in repose.
What little effort, how few steps it would take, for him to be upon her, taking what he needed,
sating his thirst.
He pushed himself away from the door and leaned back against the wall beside, despair
filling him. He had stood watch over Elizabeth and her sister for two nights and had come back
to do so again, to protect them from the very thing he now ached to do himself. The irony
sickened him but did not staunch his desire. Gathering all the resolve he knew it would require to
return to his room, he stepped away from the wall.
Darcy turned just as the door opened and Elizabeth appeared. They cried out in surprise
simultaneously.
“Mr. Darcy!”
“Eliz-a-Miss Bennet!”
She was dressed in her night-rail and wrapper; and, though more modest than even her day
dresses, the sight set his nerves on edge. Her hair hung down as he had imagined. She held one
hand to her heart as the other gripped a candlestick.
“Mr. Darcy, you frightened me! What do you mean by all this skulking about in the dark?
How can you even see where you are going?”
He steadied himself before speaking. “I seem to have mislaid my book. I was unable to sleep
and thought to read.”
“The Lord Nelson? I believe I saw it in the library on the sideboard.”
He nodded. “That would be a good place for it.”
She smiled. “Indeed. Although if you are looking for the second volume, you may have to
wrest it away from Miss Bingley,” she said with a glint in her eye. He smiled at that; but then
they both became sensible to the impropriety of their current circumstance and their close
proximity. “I was on my way to check on Jane.”
He knew he should step aside, but he did not. He knew he should look away, but he did not.
He held her eyes in his stare, his resistance faltering. Another moment and he might have moved
towards her, reached his hand to hold the nape of her neck, pierced her flesh with his aching
teeth, pressed his mouth upon her lips; but the light from her candle illuminated his face, and he
saw his wan reflection in her eyes. As with all those with his curse, he could not bear the sight of

his own reflection, a vision of death itself. Her candle flickered out in an instant, and she gasped
and broke her gaze.
“There…must be a draught,” she said. They were in darkness, save the moonlight from the
window behind her, as soft as her voice. Something made her step back from him; then she
turned away. “Let me find the tinderbox.” When she looked back, he was gone.

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Bond of a Dragon Book Tour & Giveaway

Zahara’s Gift Bond of a Dragon Book 1 by A J Walker Genre: YA Fantasy Adventure

A young man forced into action. A juvenile dragon alone in a new world. Whispers of a terrible evil returning to power. Nineteen-year-old Anders lived a fairly normal life until the only family he had was taken away from him. When he finds himself forced to embark on an action packed adventure, he discovers there is more to the world than he was told. The magical force that flows within everything around him becomes revealed. Dragons, elves, orcs, and goblins lurk around nearly every turn along the path as he pursues his two kidnapped cousins. As Anders discovers more about his family’s past, he learns of their involvement in The War of The Magicians and the circumstances leading up to the attack of his hometown. When Anders is told about his potential involvement in a prophecy involving dragons and their powerful magic, he will need to make a difficult decision. Will he continue to follow the path that is laid out for him or can he make his own destiny? Will he ever be reunited with his family again? And if he succeeds, will he ever be able to return to the life he once knew? Bond of a Dragon: Zahara’s Gift is the first book in an adventure fantasy series. If you like fast-paced adventure novels, fierce dragons, powerful magic, and a hero fighting for justice, then you’ll love the fantastic starter in A. J. Walker’s new page turning series. Unlock Bond of a Dragon: Zahara’s Gift to embark on this great adventure today! Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Secrets of the Sapphire Soul Bond of a Dragon Book 2

A dragon and her rider put to the test. Betrayal among allies. With Kartania’s fate in the balance, who will take control? Anders knows the war to stop Merglan from reclaiming his grip on the world is just beginning. With no certainty about where or when Merglan will attack next, Anders and his companions must take action to stay one step ahead of the cruel sorcerer and his evil dragon. As he searches for ways to stop Merglan’s domination of their world, Anders discovers more than he expected. With several nations of Kartania on the brink of collapse, he must make a difficult decision. Is the young rider ready to deal with the consequences he’s facing? Can Anders overcome the odds and unravel the secrets of the sapphire soul? Bond of a Dragon: Secrets of the Sapphire Soul is the second novel in an adventure fantasy series.If you like gripping suspense, bold dragonriders, and page-turning action, then you’ll love A J Walker’s latest installment in the Bond of a Dragon series. Discover Secrets of the Sapphire Soul by picking up a copy today!Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo Fall of the Kings Bond of a Dragon Book 3

Lost and without guidance. Merglan’s imperial grip tightens on the free nations. Venomous magic penetrating the resistant. In the end, all kings must fall. With Anders displaced from the campaign in Southland, he must navigate through more than just the foreign land he awakes in. The sapphire’s intoxicating grip has given him more than just a craving for power. Its tainted magic pushes him closer to the precipice of becoming more like the evil that he is foretold to destroy. As he attempts to resist the darkness, Anders must work through his pain and return to the fight he abandoned so suddenly. After the allied armies are forced to disband, the five nations begin to feel the effects of the dark sorcerer’s imperial rule. With Westland occupied by foreign invaders and Southland flooded with orcs, the humans must band together in resistance. Unlike the elves, who can hide behind their magically protected walls, the other races in Kartania’s kingdoms are drastically affected by the absence of an allied dragonrider. Without a united army to combat Merglan’s expansion, the fate of Kartania hangs in the balance. Can Anders resist the urges he feels to allow the evil inside? Can he work with his dragon to gain back what advantage they once had? Will Kirsten survive long enough to see Westland’s revolt? What will become of Ivan and those left behind in Southland? Bond of a Dragon: Fall of the Kings is the third installment in the Bond of a Dragon series. This highly suspenseful and emotional tale comes to a crescendo in the final chapters; don’t miss out on this epic by A J Walker. Get your copy of Fall of the Kings to continue the dragonrider’s experience! Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

AJ Walker is a fantasy author whose first works is the Bond of a Dragon series. Growing up in western Montana and spending most of his time outdoors has given AJ plenty of adventures to draw from when he’s creating his stories. AJ Walker is an avid outdoor enthusiast, a world-class whitewater kayaker, and former wildland firefighter. His personal experiences, just to name a few, include grizzly bear encounters in northern Montana, a life-threatening winter survival experience, and several whitewater rescues. Using the influences from his many personal adventures, AJ Walker loves to transport readers into his mythical world of Kartania, where his characters find themselves embarking on the most epic of journeys. Kartania is home to magical creatures, bold heroes, and evil sorcerers who are sure to keep you on the edge of your seat. AJ Walker writes stories inspired by other fantasy authors like his person favorites Brandon Sanderson and fellow Montanan Christopher Paolini. Walker aspires to emulate the creativity of these works, and the works of many other great fantasy writers. AJ’s unique and exciting personal experiences combined with his wild imagination create an exciting world that is sure to please anyone who loves fantasy adventure or fast-paced adventure stories. Website * Facebook * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Book Three Excerpt: A scene with Ivan and the bad guy, Merglan

Unable to raise his arm, Ivan instinctively closed his eyes to protect himself against the
bright flash. He knew that flash and what it meant. They were about to transport. Feeling every
ounce of energy leave his body, Ivan broke off his mental struggle with Merglan and allowed the
white light burning through his eyelids to take him. He felt a hand grip him, too tired to open his
eyes, Ivan thought, Anders has found a way. We’re leaving now.
The light vanished, followed by a deafening crack that echoed into a hollow space. He
slumped on his knees, wavering to keep his body from falling. With his eyes still clamped shut, Ivan
inhaled through his nostrils, trying to smell the new surroundings where Anders had taken them. As
he sniffed, he found the strength to crack open his eyelids. The light in the space around him was
dim, what little there was seeping in through stained-glass windows. No! he thought, realizing where
he was. He felt the hand that gripped his arm let go and then smelled the familiar scent of dragon
fire on charred stone.
Ivan felt the last of his iron will shatter as he toppled to the stone floor. He lay trembling
from the exertion, having given all of his energy to helping Anders and Zahara find an opening. He
heard Killdoor’s terrible roar and felt the dragon’s hot breath over his body. His ears screamed from
the deafening roar so close to his head as the fierce dragon’s crow ended.
The ringing in his ears blocked out the clicking of heels as they circled around him. Ivan saw
Merglan’s boots, but his eyelids felt too heavy to keep his eyes open for long. He blinked slowly,
resting his eyes for short intervals. He could see his enemy moving from standing to kneeling in a
few choppy blinks. He saw Merglan shake his head. In a blink, Merglan was standing over him again.
Then Ivan felt something hard push against his shoulder and he rolled onto his back, now looking
up at the high ceiling.
“I didn’t think you had that in you,” Ivan heard Merglan say through his fog.
Ivan tried to move, but his quivering muscles didn’t respond. His verbal response came out
as a low groan.
“Careful now,” Merglan said again, this time sounding closer. Merglan’s hand was on his
chest. “Don’t overdo it. It’s over, Will. For you. Your little son might’ve escaped me this time, but if
you recall, so did you once.” Merglan’s words cut through the fog. Ivan understood that his efforts
weren’t for nothing. He had allowed his son the time he needed to escape.

Ivan attempted to summon magic, his last-ditch attempt to take Merglan down once and for
all. If he could sneak in one well-placed shot to an artery, Ivan might have enough left in him to take
the dark sorcerer out for good. His body seized as he attempted to summon the energy and Ivan
knew he was likely going to overexert himself with this last attempt. The energy required to kill
Merglan would, in turn, kill him, too, but based on how he felt, he was already dead. Better to die
now in taking out the greatest threat to Kartania, than to die in a cell where Merglan was likely to
place him.
“Oh, Will,” Ivan heard Merglan say as he struggled to force the magic to come to him. “You
can’t possibly think that will work; you’re practically broken.”
Ivan didn’t give in, instead trying harder and feeling the tingling of magic starting to well in
his skin. This is it, how I die, how I was always meant to go, he thought.
Unfortunately for you, Merglan said, his voice now penetrating Ivan’s mind. I can’t let you kill
yourself, not yet anyway.
Ivan’s eyes snapped open. Just as he was attempting to force his last act of magic, Merglan’s
hand covered his face. A red spark shot from his palm and all went pitch black.

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Music Boxes Book Tour & Giveaway

Music Boxes by Tonja Drecker Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy

“I only desire your talent…” Twelve-year-old Lindsey McKay’s biggest dream is to be a famous ballerina. But after moving to New York, she ends up at the Community Center with a teacher who’s a burly bear in tights. When she meets Madame Destinée, the teacher of a top dance school who offers her classes for free, Lindsey can’t believe her luck. In exchange, she must perform in the school’s exclusive midnight shows, ones sure to make her a star. But something’s not right… One by one, the other dancers disappear. Each time they do, a music box with a figurine just like the missing ballerina joins Madame Destinée’s growing collection. If Lindsey doesn’t discover the truth about the dance school, she might end up a tiny figurine herself. **Music Boxes was recommended by The Barnes & Noble Kids Blog as one of the 5 Spooky New Middle Grade Books for Campfire Chills!!****Now available in audiobook!!** Add to Goodreads Amazon * B&N

After finishing her BA in International Studies at the University of Denver, Tonja Drecker spent many years in Europe devouring chocolate, cheese and wine while investigating the birth places of myths, legends and mysterious tales. Currently residing somewhere in the back woods of the Ozarks, she writes away while tending to chickens, cows and her family of six. Her stories have been published in several collections and magazines including In the Shadow of the Eagle’s Eye in REAL GIRLS DON’T RUST (Spencer Hill Press, 2013), A GLOWWORM (Black and White Publishing Company, 2017) and Meringue, Murder and Marzipan in FULL DARK (Obsidian Books, 2017) . She’s an avid book reader, professional children’s book reviewer, outdoor addict and always in search of a new adventure (based in reality, the imagination, or otherwise). Website * Facebook * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads

Lindsey hurried out to the middle of the floor, while the other dancers flew past. Being right in the
middle of them was like being caught in a flock of exotic birds. The girls wore sparkling costumes, and
some of the guys wore capes—debonair. Lindsey’s snow boots, thick winter coat, scarf, and hat made
her a clumsy, overly rounded snowball.
Darting back to Madame Destinée, she struggled to pull off her scarf.
“Is there a problem, darling?”
“Nope.” She tossed the scarf to the side and jerked off her boots, letting them plop to the floor with a
pair of thuds. Then, she went back out to the floor. One minute. That’s all she needed. She’d dance, and
Mom would never know.
Letting the music take over, her feet moved as light as fluttering butterfly wings. Allegro. On the far end
of the studio, she balanced up on one leg to extend into an arabesque. Except her jeans refused to
stretch. Fighting back frustration, she went from 2nd position into 5th and révèle for what would

hopefully be a pirouette. As she swung around, the girl in red soared right at her. Lindsey stumbled
backward to avoid a collision and plopped down onto her backside with a loud thump.
The whole floor vibrated. Everyone stopped and stared. Lindsey glanced over at her boots and scarf,
wanting to crawl under them, hide, and pretend she wasn’t there.
Madame Destinée cleared her throat. “Darling, I’m afraid this won’t do.”
Heat burned Lindsey’s face as she pulled herself up from the floor. Ugh. It wasn’t even her fault. But by
the looks on everyone’s faces, nobody cared. She should have never agreed to come inside. She did not
belong there.
“Come back tomorrow, and we’ll try again.” With a flick of the wrist, Madame Destinée shooed the
dancers back into motion. But the girl in red stood there a second longer with her lips curled into a
vicious grin.

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Broken Angels Book Tour & Giveaway

Broken Angels by Russell Heath Genre: Mystery

“Heath’s debut novel is gripping from the get-go.” -Kirkus Reviews“Alaska is almost a character all on its own: beautiful, unpredictable, violent, and unforgiving. Broken Angels is a compelling debut by a talented new writer.” -Elaine Ford, winner of the Michigan Literary Award. “This book was amazing, just as Burke brings New Orleans to life Heath puts Alaska into your soul.” -Judy Smrdel “Heath has tapped his intimate knowledge of Alaska, its people, its coastal communities and its interior uniqueness and crafted a character-rich, page-turning, murder mystery.” -An Alaskan She stares at her mother’s clumsy lettering on the envelope. Nine years. Nine years since she stepped over her mother’s drunken body and into a cold Alaska night running south, leaving her mother forever. How did she find me? She hesitates, knowing the letter inside will drag her home; back into the bleakness of a life with no exit. Kris Gabriel, Alaska Native, and fierce like a wolverine, returns to Alaska–to find her mother murdered. Guilty she abandoned her in life, Kris only knows to fight. Relentlessly, she tracks a trail of pain, of lost love, of lives ripped apart by the frozen north’s unyielding laws, never suspecting that she has far more at stake than just finding her mother’s killer. Broken Angels is a fast-paced Alaskan noir filled with richly drawn characters struggling to survive in a hostile country where there are no second chances. Goodreads * Amazon

In his teens, Russell Heath hitchhiked to Alaska and lived in a cabin on the banks of the Tanana River; in his twenties, he lived in Italy and then traveled overland across the Sahara, through the jungles and over the savannas of Africa and into southern Asia; in his thirties, he sailed alone around the world in a 25 foot wooden boat; in his forties, he wrote novels; and in his fifties he bicycled the spine of the Rockies from Alaska to Mexico. He’s worked on the Alaska Pipeline, as an environmental lobbyist in the Alaska Legislature, and run a storied environmental organization fighting to protect Alaska’s coastal rainforests. Several years ago, he moved to New York City to dig deep into leadership development and coaching. He now coaches business and non-profit leaders intent on making big things happen in the world. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

He turned from the window to the cabinet by the door. Underneath it, on the uncluttered little
table, lay a telephone book and the telephone unconnected to the rest of the world. He pushed
himself to his feet with the cane they had given him and hobbled, three-legged, to the cabinet. Its
knob was above his bowed head and he reached for it without looking up and pulled the door open.
The bottom shelf, level with his raised eyes, was empty. He reached his hand in, quivering, leaf-like,
and swept it across the unpainted wood. His pistol was gone.
Oh, Kris.

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