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From the Halls of Cuba Book Tour & Giveaway

 

From
the Halls of Cuba
by
C E Porch
Genre:
Historical Fiction
 
This
is the story of an American family becoming part of the Cuban fabric
before and after the Spanish-American War 1898 with all its
exhilaration, corruption, and exploitation. It is a story with
fictional characters set in real events and the failed attempts to
regain a lost life…all leading its American characters to
participate in Indochina during WW II, the Bay of Pigs and into the
Vietnam War.
 
C.E.
Porch is a retired lawyer, whose father had a business in Cuba before
Fidel, and he jumped out of a lot of “perfectly good airplanes”
with his green beret stuffed inside his US Army fatigue jacket.
 

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Abducted Book Tour & Giveaway

Abducted
The
Dangerous Distractions #1
by
Samantha Keith
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
 
In
a high-stakes world of privilege, betrayal, and the sexy thrill of
the unknown, you never know where a dangerous distraction will lead .
. .
Cal
Hart walks a blurred line of honor. The rock-hard former Marine has
his lethal skills at the service of the highest bidder. Until a
contract comes in to kill Lana Vanderpoel, the sultry, charismatic
heiress and billionaire’s daughter. She’s way too sexy to end up
at the wrong end of a silencer. So Cal takes the job—and starts
planning how to get Lana to safety while he unearths who’s behind
the threat . . .
Lana
only knows she’s been kidnapped—and she’ll fight tooth and nail
against whoever has snatched her from her life. Her stern-faced
captor sends a tremor of ice through her veins, yet a thrill lies
beneath her unease. He’s dark and dangerous, his body ripped,
honed, and capable. But lust isn’t the same as trust—and whether
or not she can believe what Cal’s telling her, there’s at least
one person close to Lana who wants her dead . . .
 
 
Samantha
Keith is a wife and mother to her very energetic and brilliant
daughter, who shares her love of literature. Teddy, the family multi
poo, completes her family. Samantha writes steamy, fast-paced,
romantic suspense novels in the rare moments she has
uninterrupted—even interrupted, she manages to apply words to
paper. Aside from her love of writing, her other interests include
cooking vegan meals and creating recipes. Abducted came in
first place in the romantic suspense category for the Heartland
Romance Authors’ Show Me the Spark Contest. Co
 
A bead of sweat broke out on his brow, and he wiped it away with his sleeve. Despite the cool
air, he was roasting in his black camouflage gear.
She should be home and in bed by now. Last Saturday night she’d been home by midnight, and
even earlier on other nights of the week that he’d conducted surveillance. His pulse beat
steadily against his eardrums with impatience. It didn’t matter. He’d be waiting for her when she
decided to come home. There was no chance in hell he was backing out of this job now.
Headlights cut through the night as a car pulled up to the front gate.
Determination tensed his muscles, and his lips curved.
It’s about damn time.
The passenger door opened. He sunk lower in the shadows, pressing his back against the
outside of the garage. He was out of sight, but still had a direct view of his target. Satisfaction
brought his breath to a steady pace. Once she got inside, he’d give her some time to fall asleep,and then he’d make his move. Her delicious bare leg stepped out of the car, revealing a barely-
there miniscule dress. She laughed hysterically and pitched forward, nearly doing a face-planton the pavement. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Just great. She was wasted.


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Recon Book Tour & Giveaway

Recon
Red
Ops #3
by
David McCaleb
Genre:
Thriller

Pub
Date: 8/28/18


The
assault on America begins with an attack on Red Harmon’s family . .
.
Trained
to endure extreme danger and survive impossible odds, elite military
operator Red Harmon has battled our nation’s enemies for years.
While in the Rocky Mountains for R&R, his family is violently
attacked by an international squad of assassins. No ordinary
wet-team, this group is only the vanguard of a power play threatening
national security.
Danger
is everywhere . . .
Red
and his young daughter escape a brutal firefight, but are separated
from his wife. Evading though the woodlands, stripped of his unit’s
support, Red puts his survival skills to the test all the way from
Pikes Peak National Forest to Israel’s West Bank. He must defend
his country, protect his family, and identify the unthinkable forces
that are willing to slaughter anyone in their path.

 

 

 

 

 
 
Reload
Red
Ops #2
 
David
McCaleb has a real winner here. Red Harmon is a guy I’d want on my
side.”
 —Marc
Cameron, 
New York
Times
 bestselling
author of 
Brute
Force

 

 

 

To
save his family—and the free world—Red Harmon is back in the line
of fire . . .

 

 

 

A
sinister enemy is stalking elite military operator Red Harmon and his
loved ones. Turning the hunter into his prey, Red uncovers a plot
that spans nations and draws him into the remote snow-covered ravines
of North Korea. His objective: penetrate the darkest prisons of
this mysterious nation to restore national security—and save all he
holds dear.

 

 

 

Caught
in the danger . . . 

 

 

 

Red’s
not the only one who’s been living with secrets. His wife Lori is a
lot more than the typical suburban soccer mom she appears to be, and
she’s stumbled onto something massive. The future of world peace
depends on them—and on an enemy soldier with a powerful personal
agenda. If Red’s mission fails, the balance of superpowers may
never recover . . .

 

 

 

With
effusive writing and strong characters, McCaleb delivers a
decades-spanning tale brimming with excitement,
intrigue, and deception. Red Harmon is a
keeper!”

 

Alan
Jacobson, 
USA
Today
 bestselling
author of 
The Lost
Codex

 

 
 
Recall
Red
Ops #1
 
Amazon
Bestseller!

 

 

 

Meet
Red Harmon, a special ops veteran who learns he never left the call
of duty . . .
 

 

To
a trio of muggers, Red looks like just another suburban dad. But when
they demand his wallet at knifepoint, something snaps. In the blink
of an eye, two muggers are dead, the third severely injured, and Red
doesn’t remember a thing. Once an elite member of the Det, a secret
forces outfit whose existence is beyond classified, Red thought his
active service was over.

 

 

 

But
his memory is coming back–and a lethal killing machine is returning
to duty . . .

 

 

 

Facing
an unthinkable nuclear threat, a volatile international power play,
and a personal attack against his family, Red has no choice. He must
rejoin his old team, infiltrate the enemy camp, and complete the
biggest mission of his life . . .

 

 

 

“David
McCaleb has a real winner here. Recall is a smart and well-plotted
thriller, a fantastic read that I could not put down. Red Harmon is a
guy I’d want on my side.” 

 


Marc Cameron, New York Times bestselling author of BRUTE FORCE

 

 

 

“If
you’re looking for suspense, nonstop action, and a hero you can root
for, The Red Ops series will clean your X ring.” 

 


David Poyer, USA Today bestselling author of TIPPING POINT and
ONSLAUGHT

 

 

 

“Strap
in tight and leave your disbelief behind.  Just my type of
action thriller.  I read it in a blur.”  

 


George Easter, Editor of Deadly Pleasures magazine.

 

 
 
 

 

David
McCaleb
was raised on a farm on the rural Eastern Shore of
Virginia. He attended Valley Forge Military College, graduated from
the United States Air Force Academy, and served his country as a
finance officer. He also founded a bullet manufacturing operation,
patented his own invention, and established several businesses. He
returned to the Eastern Shore, where he resides with his wife and two
children. Though he enjoys drawing, painting, and any project
involving the work of hands, his chosen tool is the pen.
Recon

is the third novel in the Red Ops series that began with the
acclaimed thriller

Recall
,
which was nominated for the International Thriller Writers Best First
Novel Award, and continued inReload

 

 

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The Butcher’s Daughter Book Tour & Giveaway

 

 

The
Butcher’s Daughter
by
Mark
M. McMillin
Genre:
Historical Nautical Romantic Adventure 
 
In
an age ruled by iron men, in a world of new discovery and Spanish
gold, a young Irishwoman named Mary rises from the ashes of her
broken childhood with ships and men-at-arms under her command. She
and her loyal crew prowl the Caribbean and prosper in the New World
for a time until the ugly past Mary has fled from in the old one
finds her.

 

 

 

Across
the great ocean to the east, war is coming. The King of Spain is
assembling the most powerful armada the world has ever seen – an
enormous beast – to invade England and depose the Protestant “heretic
queen.” To have any chance against the wealth and might of Spain,
England will need every warship, she will need every able captain. To
this purpose, Queen Elizabeth spares Mary from the headman’s axe
for past sins in exchange for her loyalty, her ships and men.

 

 

Based
on true historical events, this is a tale about war, adventure, love
and betrayal. This is a story about vengeance, this is a tale of
heartbreak…

 

 

“…
a
pleasurable and action-packed read … a delicious spin to the
otherwise tired clichés of male captains … the joy of the open
seas – as well as the danger churning below – pulses throughout this
rip-roaring, hearty tale of the high seas.” – Kirkus Reviews

 

 
 
Born
in 1954 in Indiana, Mark McMillin has lived in a number of states
throughout the U.S. as well as overseas. He attended Canisius College
in Buffalo, New York, focusing his studies mostly on military
history, and served as a cadet in Canisius’s nationally recognized
ROTC program. After graduating in 1976, Mark was commissioned a
Second Lieutenant in the United States Army and was stationed in Bad
Kissingen, Germany where he served with the elite 11th Armored
Cavalry Regiment.

 

 

 

In
1986, Mark received his J.D. degree from The John Marshall Law School
in Chicago, Illinois and began his legal career with a law firm in
White Plains, New York focusing his attention on general corporate
law. In 1994, Mark moved to Virginia and ventured out into hazardous
world of litigation where, in 1999, he won what was reported to be at
the time one of the largest and longest federal criminal trials in
Virginia’s history. Mark thereafter moved to Georgia where he resumed
his general corporate practice and served as general counsel for
several companies, including a $1B publicly-traded airline.

 

 

Mark
has been a life-long student of military history. And he has always
had a passion for reading and love for writing and wanted to someday
write his own book. But write a book about what? Mark had no desire
to write about some subject that 100 authors before him had already
delved into. And then, almost by accident, this fascinating, little
known story of Captain Luke Ryan fell into his lap. It was an
opportunity was too good to pass on and so Mark began the long and
tedious journey of researching, writing and rewriting. The twelve
year project ended in 2011 with Gather the Shadowmen (The Lords of
the Ocean), Prince of the Atlantic and Napoleon’s Gold.

 

 

Mark
currently lives in the Southeastern part of the United States.

 

 
My lads forced the big man down to his knees before me. They stretched his arms out taut and
held him firmly in place for me.
“Why, Captain Dowlin,” I said and laughed, “you’ve gone and pissed yourself I see! You’ve gone
and soiled my deck! And my crew scrubbed these planks down with holystones just this
morning. They put their backs into it let me tell you. They scrubbed this deck down clean.”
“Please,” Dowlin pleaded, whimpering with spittle and snot running down his long beard. His
eyes were nearly swollen shut from the good drubbing my men had given him. “Please, please,
please…” he repeated over and over again.
“Please?” I asked. “Is that all you can say? How pathetic. I pray you can beg far better than that,
especially when it is your own, pitiful life hanging in the balance. Come now, I know you can do
better and I promised my lads a bit of entertainment tonight before supper.”
“Please, my lady, please spare my life. For mercy’s sake. I have gold. I have much gold!”
“For mercy’s sake?” I asked. “No, I think not for mercy’s sake. But for gold you say? Well now,
you’ve piqued my curiosity there. And how much glittering gold is your miserable life worth to
you, Dowlin?”
“Anything, name your price!”
I looked over at what was left of Dowlin’s bloodied and beaten crew herded around the main
mast in a tight circle. They were bound in chains, intently watching my every move, soaking in
my every word. After today they would be my men.
My own lads knew the drill. They forced Dowlin down lower, exposing the back of his soft neck
to me.
I stood to the side and drew my sword. “The price Dowlin – is your head!”
“Nooooooooooooo…” Dowlin screamed just before I cleaved my way through flesh and bone.
With one, clean stroke, his severed head rolled grotesquely across my deck until it came to rest
at the feet of his defeated crew.
And then I pointed my sword at them, the bright, steel blade now dripping with Dowlin’s fresh
blood. “As my men will vouch,” I told them, “I’m no purveyor of lies and because I do not lie I
cannot say to you that killing gives me no pleasure. Your master was a wretched pig and it gave
me great pleasure to kill him. Now you know why some call me Bloody Mary. Now you serve me
and this ship – or not. You are free to choose.”
The upshot of my touch of drama was grand. The prisoners all at once dropped to their knees
and groveled at my feet. They all at once pledged their undying loyalty to me.
“Master Gilley!”
“Aye, Madam?”
“Introduce the new lads to our ways.”
“With pleasure, Mum, with pleasure!”
Thomas Gilley was my rock. He had been with me from the beginning. For nearly two years we
had crisscrossed the vast and perilous oceans together. For the past year we had sailed under
Dowlin’s cruel shadow.
“And our course, Mum?”
“The new lads will tell you – gladly now I should think – what our new heading is to be.”
And by that of course I meant that Dowlin’s men would tell us where Dowlin’s gold was stashed
away, or pay the awful price for their silence.
As my men went about their labors, securing the heavy guns and making repairs to shattered
planks, to torn lines and sail, I went below to my great cabin, content with a good day’s work.
Dowlin had thoughtlessly, and without good purpose, brutalized any who had crossed his path.
Men, women, children, he cared not. Yes, Dowlin was a wretched, stinking pig who often killed
for sport. I had done mankind a favor by dispatching him. But in my world, Dowlin had also been
a lord and master, a prince. His death I knew could not be cheaply bought.“An inspiring performance, Mum!” a voice called out, startling me as I stepped into my great
cabin. The voice popped out from behind the door, closed it quickly and slid the bolt back inside
the socket.
I would not give the intruder the satisfaction of knowing that he had, for once, caught me
unawares. “I’m glad you were amused,” I told him flatly.
He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me close against him. “Do you,” he asked with a
smile, “despise all men?”
“All but one or two,” I replied and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then I reached down between
his legs and grabbed him by his privates. He was already stiff and eager. I couldn’t help myself
and moaned with anticipation.
“Only one or two?” he inquired. “Dare I ask who?”
“Ah, you are safe for now my dearest,” I answered, batting my eyes flirtatiously. “Well, at least
for a night or two. You have skills, remarkable skills worth keeping.”
“Aye, it was a splendid day indeed. I’ve always been exceptionally good at fighting, equally
talented with sword, knife, a musket or explosives. I suppose one could say I was born to it.”
“You are a great warrior, James Hunter,” I replied honestly and squeezed him even harder. “But
those are not the skills that interest me tonight. I dare say you have other skills that I’ve taken
quite a fancy to, skills I wish to test.”
“Ah, now, that is why I’m here my lady,” Hunter replied and flashed his brilliant smile for me.
“Not too tired from all that killing?”
“Shut up and take me you fool. Ravish me – I am hot for your wicked touch…”
Hunter obliged me gladly, with all he had to give.

 


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Grounds for Remorse Book Tour & Giveaway

Grounds

For Remorse
A
Tallie Graver Mystery #2
by
Misty Simon
Genre:
Cozy Mystery 
 
No
more cheating . . .
Best
friends Tallie Graver and Gina Laudermilch both seem to spend a lot
of time around urns. For Tallie, they’re part and parcel of the
family business, Graver’s Funeral Home. Even though she’s traded
ashes for dusting with her own cleaning business, she still works
part-time for her folks and lives above the funeral parlor. For Gina,
they’re the vessels that con-tain her heavenly brew at her coffee
shop, Bean There, Done That. And both women are learning that owning
a business can make finding time for romance challenging.
But
when Gina’s new beau turns out to have a wife, who barges into the
coffee shop to take him home, she can’t contain her bitterness and
loudly threatens to poison his cup or boil him in a vat of coffee. So
when Mr. Wrong turns up dead at the bottom of a staircase inside
Gina’s locked home, she finds herself at the top of the police’s
suspect list. Tallie needs to sweep in to save her friend. But she’ll
need to watch her step, or she may go from being a funeral home
employee to becoming their next client . . .
 
 

Cremains
of the Day
A
Tallie Graver Mystery #1
 
There’s
no reverse on the hearse . . .
For
Tallulah Graver, marrying wealthy Waldo Phillips seemed like the best
way out of the family business, the Graver Funeral Home. But when her
marriage falls apart and Tallie is left with next to nothing, she
turns to cleaning houses to make ends meet. As humbling as it is to
tidy the mansions of the snobby socialites she used to call friends,
at least she doesn’t have to be around dead bodies. Until . . .
She
discovers one of her employers lying in a closet with a knife
sticking out of her chest. This unpleasant shock seems to be part of
a web of weird experiences: Tallie’s friend Gina’s shop is broken
into, her ex is stun-gunned where it hurts the most, and now she’s
receiving flowers from the dead woman. Granted the deliveryman is
handsome, but seriously, that’s enough to cast a pall over anyone’s
day. Now Tallie needs to dig deep to clean up this mess—before she
finds herself in a grave situation.
You’ll
be cheering as the clues pileup in this creative cozy mystery.”
New York
Times 
bestselling
author Lynn Cahoon
 
 
Misty
Simon is the author of Cremains of the Day and Grounds
for Remorse in the Tallie Graver Mystery series. She loves a
good story and decided one day that she would try her hand at it.
Eventually she got it right. There’s nothing better in the world
than making someone laugh, and she hopes everyone at least snickers
in the right places when reading her books. She lives with her
husband, daughter and three insane dogs in Central Pennsylvania where
she is hard at work on her next novel or three. 
I jolted awake and nearly knocked Max off the bed when the siren at the firehouse next door
blared in the middle of the night. I had trained myself to sleep through it when I’d first moved
over the funeral
home my parents and brother owned. It also helped that my father had installed soundproofing
up here
at my request.
Tonight, though, I’d had a hard time falling asleep and had wandered to the window a few times
to soak up the moonlight and watch the few cars driving on Main Street. I had been restless
even with Max’s arms wrapped around me in the Murphy bed that I’d lowered from the wall.
So, it was no surprise that I heard it and shot straight up in bed. As softly as possible I removed
myself from under Max’s arm and went to the front windows of my apartment, where I’d be able
to see the direction the fire truck headed. The lights could be mesmerizing as they strobed
across the brick
buildings of Main Street in our small town. Pennsylvania liked its sirens and its volunteer
firemen.
But though the siren blared and the lights flashed, they didn’t get far. In fact, they pulled across
the
street and stopped outside Gina’s.
What on earth?
“Max. Max!” I shook him, then ran to my closet for a hoodie to throw over my pajamas. No time
to waste on a bra, and the hoodie would cover up any sagging. Plus, the dead of summer could
still get a little chilly outside in the middle of the night.
He sat up, his hair going in all directions. “What’s going on?”
“The fire truck is in front of Gina’s house. I have to go over there.”
Points for him that he was out of bed and stepping into his jeans before I’d finished my second
sentence.
“See if you can get a hold of her. She might not be able to answer, but maybe she can. Just
check.” He
went to the window as he pulled a shirt on over his head. “I don’t see flames. But an ambulance
just
pulled up.”
“Oh no. That could mean anything.” They came out for all reasons, generally anything that
involved a
call to the emergency line at the police station. What had happened? Was Gina hurt? Had I left
her alone and Craig had come for her? My stomach tried to claw its way up my throat.
Stepping into shoes, I hit my Gina speed dial as I flew down the two sets of stairs to the main
floor.
Max was right on my heels. By the fourth ring, Gina still hadn’t answered, but then it didn’t
matter because I saw her standing on the sidewalk with her arms wrapped around herself and a
blanket over
her shoulders.
At least she was alive. While I’d booked it down the stairs, horrible visions had flashed through
my head of Craig getting in her house and killing her in her sleep. Seeing her standing there
alleviated that fear at least, but it didn’t indicate what had happened. I didn’t even look for traffic
as I ran across the
street and jerked to a halt in front of her. I opened my arms and she stepped forward. But Chief
Burton
put an arm out between us, keeping her from hugging me. The man was the bane of my
existence.
He still held a grudge over the stuck-up, snobby bitch I had been for the past five years. I’d
thought helping him with a double murder a few months ago might have softened him up, but
that didn’t seem to be happening with the way his eyes were flinty and his stance forbidding.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“This is a crime scene, Tallie.”
“A what? What happened?” Quickly taking in the scene, I saw no blood and no broken windows.
Nothing out of the ordinary, except my friend standing on the street with a blanket around hershoulders.
“Go home. We’re taking care of it. I need you to step back. We don’t want to contaminate
anything
until we have all the evidence we need.”
“Gina?” I met her eyes. Max stepped up next to me and put a hand on my outstretched arm.
“Don’t leave me, Tallie. Please.” Her voice quavered with distress and I wanted to punch Burton
in his shiny badge.
Instead, I glared at him and almost said the scathing words that were positively boiling on my
tongue. But I did not want to make anyone even madder. I settled for taking a step back. “I’m
not leaving. I won’t touch anything, but I’m not leaving.”
Burton sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Not my problem.
“Do you want me to call your mom, Gina?” I asked. “God, no, please.”
“Can you tell me what happened? Why are the police and the fire department and the
ambulance here?”
Burton stepped between us again. “You can stay, but I’ll be asking the questions. Right now,
this is a
need-to-know basis and you are not someone who needs to know anything.” Burton stood with
his back
to Gina, fully blocking her from my sight. Kicking him would be a very bad idea, I told myself
severaltimes, while I fought down the urge to do just that. I tried a different tactic with the silvered-
haired

man who was the strong arm of the law around these parts. “Can you tell me what happened
then? I live in the neighborhood and would like to know what has happened to bring everyone
out before dawn.”
He frowned at me, his bushy gray eyebrows pulling down to form a V. “There’s been a death
and that’s
all you need to know.”
A death? I reeled back into Max’s arms, my brain now going to the threats Gina had made
earlier
toward Craig. No way would she have done that. I knew it in my heart. Plus, I didn’t even know
who was dead. I wouldn’t jump to any conclusions until I had more facts.
And then the gurney rolled past me and Max. A hand flopped out from under the sheet, the
manicured
fingernails masculine and way too clean. It was Craig. To say this was not good was a gross
understatement.

 
 

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