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The Bridesmaid’s Checklist Book Tour & Giveaway

 

Laura’s
Wedding

 

The Bridesmaid’s Checklist Series Book 1
By K.T.
Castle
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Kassandra is
a single, independent woman who prides herself on her own success.
But when she’s asked by her best friend Laura to be the
Maid of Honor in her wedding, Kassandra finds herself
questioning her lifestyle. Helping Laura plan the wedding
is no problem—she’s done it before for all their other friends.
The first time was a blast, the second super fun, but doing it
without receiving any help from the rest of the girls gets old really
fast.

 

The whole event kicks off with the worst kind of surprise
when Kassandra discovers who her friend’s fiancé really
is, and she’s torn between supporting Laura’s future
happiness and hiding the deeply buried, intimate past she shares with
the groom-to-be. Struggling to be the bigger person and do all the
hard work on her own, Kassandra finds surprising comfort inJosh, the best man in the wedding and someone she’s been avoiding for
years. He’s charming, thoughtful, handsome, and the worst kind of
womanizer, but she just can’t seem to stay away. All the
while,Kassandra can’t help wondering if the wedding could be any
more cliché—until she finds unexpected ways to change things up a
bit.

 

**Only
.99 cents!!**
 
 
Marisol’s
Wedding

The Bridesmaid’s Checklist Book 2
 
Kassandra’s last
single friend got married in the summer. But even if Kassandra
herself is the only unmarried girl in the pack, she isn’t single
anymore. Now that all her friends are married and all the wedding
planning is over, she has a chance to concentrate in her relationship
with Josh. Or so she thought until Marisol visits her with
a major, life-changing crisis. Helping her friends plan their wedding
was no problem─dealing with an unexpected pregnancy is a whole
other thing.
Kassandra is unable to decide the best way to
help Marisol, especially when her relationship with Josh reaches
a level of commitment she wasn’t expecting. Both girls will have to
remember the past in order to move their relationships
forward.
Destiny is full of surprises, and sometimes, the plans
you have aren’t laid out on the path set before
you.
Join Kassandra and Marisol as they
remember how they planned Sol’s wedding while they solve together
the difficulties in the present.
**Only
.99 cents!!**
 
 

 

Natalie’s
Wedding

The
Bridesmaid’s Checklist Book 3

 
Kassandra
never thought she’d be in another committed relationship, but now
she’s living with her boyfriend Josh. Things can’t get any
better. But they can get worse.

 

 

Natalie
has dropped a major bomb on her, confessing she believes her husband
is having an affair. Kassandra is always ready to help a friend, but
accepting that one of their marriages isn’t working goes against
everything she believes about the people she loves. Wanting to help
their friend overcome this difficult situation and provide Natalie
the support she needs, Kassandra and the girls pull a lot of strings
to help Natalie uncover the truth. In the process, Kassandra
discovers remarkable similarities between Josh’s recent changes and
those in Natalie’s allegedly cheating husband. She’s always been
an independent woman who prides herself on her own success, and when
she digs up one dirty secret after another, she can’t help but
wonder if her man’s womanizing days are really behind
him. 

 

 

Sometimes,
love makes us twist reality to avoid hurting those we hold closest to
our hearts. Join Kassandra and Natalie as they struggle to reconcile
their fears in love with the truth.

 

**Only
.99 cents!!**
 
 
K.T.
Castle loves reading, writing, and painting. She’s on a quest to find
the words, forms, and colors to materialize the worlds and people of
her imagination. She loves reading Romance, especially Young Adult,
New Adult, Contemporary, and Paranormal. She never saw herself as an
incurable romantic, but lately, that’s what she finds herself musing
about. Love is found everywhere, regardless of whether it comes from
a nice person or an ass—mundane or even vampire.
When
she’s not busy with work, in front of a computer placing many
thoughts in order, she does her best to be creative or relax with a
good TV series and snacks. Some of her favorite characters are
Lucifer, Jace, Clary, Affton, Cable, Poppy, Zack, Maleficent, and
Ariel.
 
“There’s just no fucking way Andrik’s sleeping around on Nat. No way!” I’d heard Josh say the
same thing several different ways on our drive home. He not-so-gently gripped the steering wheel of his
Challenger.
“I know. I can’t believe it, either.” I was running out of replies, and I had no idea how to make him
feel better, seeing as since I struggled with it myself. Honestly, I was more worried about Natalie than
anything else. I’d only seen her that upset one other time, when she told us she couldn’t have children.
All her life, she’d wished for the perfect family and somehow, against all odds, became a mother with the
best husband in the world. The possibility of Andrik hurting her so deeply and taking away her dream
seemed surreal.
“I’m sure it’s some sort of misunderstanding.” Josh couldn’t let it go. “You have to make Nat talk
to him. He isn’t an asshole. He worships the ground she walks on. It makes no fucking sense.”
“I’ll check on her tomorrow,” I said. “Tell the rest of the girls about it. Natalie needs us.” I rubbed
my pant legs, my hands feeling cold and unpleasantly damp.
“But make sure she talks to her husband.” He gave me a determined stare before looking back at
the road. “Andrik isn’t that kind of man. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ed had a fling on the side, but not
Andrik. Never him.”
“What makes you so sure?” His words surprised me. Edward was his best friend, and Josh had
no problem picturing him cheating on his wife. Why couldn’t Andrik cheat on Nat? He’d cheated before;
in fact, he’d cheated on his previous wife with Nat, and that was how they fell in love. He’d been married
before he broke his wedding vows and ultimately left his family to begin a new one with my friend. I didn’t
like it, but I couldn’t discard the possibility that he’d do it again.
“There’s just something about the way he looks at her. It’s so obvious how much he loves her.
He’s still in love with her. I’m just sure.” Josh switched gears angrily, and I was afraid he’d wreck
the clutch and not even notice. He’d regret that later. “It’s like when you told me you thought Dzed
was cheating on Babah.”
“Shut the hell up!” What did my grandparents have to do with anything?
“Exactly! Not fucking believable.” He shook his index finger at the windshield before slamming his
hand bitterly back down on the wheel.“Why do you have to use my grandparents as an example?”
“I couldn’t use any of our parents.” He shrugged. Josh’s mother had raised him on her own, and
my parents had died when I was five. While our families weren’t the best illustration, I still held onto the
greatest memories of my parents as a couple. “I’m sorry, babe,” he added. “I didn’t mean to upset you.
I’m so fucking shocked.”
“I couldn’t tell.” I chuckled softly and rolled my eyes. “And I feel the same way. I just don’t
understand why you feel so strongly about this.”
“I really like them. They’ve been kind of an example to me. I look at them, and that’s the kind of
life I want with you.” Josh moved his hand from the wheel to take mine. “Of course, it’s nice that there’s
not such a big age gap between us.” He winked at me, then let out a long, slow breath. “I guess I also
feel really protective of Nat. She’s too sweet. I don’t want her to hurt, especially since I consider her our
personal cupid. We might not be together if it wasn’t for her.”
It surprised me that he felt the same way as I did about my friend’s support of our relationship.
Natalie had cheered us on from the very beginning. She’d always made little remarks about how Josh
was the perfect man for me, even when I was in total denial. She’d been his champion whenever we
were all in the same room. When I turned the other way, she kept pushing him toward me, and she never
gave up. Even if she asked us not to interfere, I owed her whatever help I could give to save her
marriage.
We’d left late to pick up Ella and take her and Natalie home, and when we finally got back to our
house, I was exhausted. What I really needed was a long bath before bed, and I’d work on figuring out
how to help Natalie—without hurting her even more—in the morning. She’d torture herself endlessly if
she waited too long to talk to Andrik about what was going on.
Josh parked in front the house, not bothering with the garage. As he turned off the engine, I let
myself out and went to unlock the front door. Once I’d stepped inside the wooden entryway, I felt his
hands on my waist, and he turned me around to face him, pressing me against the wall with his body. He
pressed his lips against mine, working his magic and leaving me sore. Eager hands roamed my body
until they found their way to my neck. Josh held my face tenderly, making me feel precious, needed.
Then the kisses that had quickly made me forget about my friend’s situation abruptly stopped. Josh’s
forehead rested against mine, both of us breathing heavily.
“I can see the gears turning in your head,” he said. “I know you’re trying to figure out a way to
help Natalie. And while I’m nothing but supportive, I want you to remember something.” He pulled back a
little, his deep gray eyes gazing intently into mine. “I love you, Kass. You’re everything to me.”
“I love you, too.”
“I just need you to know that. Whatever’s going on with Natalie and Andrik is upsetting and sad,
and I really hope it isn’t true. The only thing I know for sure is how much I love you. How much I wantyou.”
Anything I could have said would have just repeated what he’d already told me. Instead of telling
him how much I loved him back, I showed him the best way I knew how.
I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs firmly around his waist, my lips seeking his to
continue their previous assault. I’d always found it easier to communicate with my body what I couldn’t
voice. I kissed his neck and could almost feel his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. It gave
him time to say, “I know it’s totally selfish, but I don’t want to worry about our friends tonight.”
I pulled my lips away from the soft skin of his neck, where I’d felt his heartbeat pulsing, and
leaned back to look at him. “Take me upstairs,” I said, a little breathless. “I want to show you exactly how
I feel about you.”

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The Katrina Willams Series Book Tour & Giveaway

A
DARK PATH
Katrina Williams
Book 3
by
Robert E. Dunn
Genre: Mystery/Thriller
Pub
Date: 8/7/2018
Sheriff’s
detective Katrina “Hurricane” Williams confronts deep-rooted hate
and greed in the Missouri Ozarks in this riveting police procedural…
What
at first appears to be a brush fire in some undeveloped bottom land
yields the charred remains of a young African-American man. As
sheriff’s Katrina Williams conducts her in-spection of the crime
scene, she discovers broken headstones and disturbed open graves in a
forgotten cemetery.
As
Katrina attempts to sort out a complex backwoods criminal network
involving the Aryan Brotherhood, meth dealers, and the Ozarks
Nightriders motorcycle gang, she is confronted by the sudden
appearance of a person out of her own past who may be involved. And
what seems like a clear-cut case of racially motivated murder is
further complicated by rumors of hidden silver and dark family
histories. To uncover the ugly truth, Katrina will need to dig up
past crimes and shameful secrets that certain people would kill to
keep buried . . .
 
 

A
PARTICULAR DARKNESS
Katrina
Williams Book 2
Pub
Date: 9/12/2017
 
From
the author of A Living Grave comes a gripping police procedural
featuring sheriff’s detective Katrina Williams as she exposes the
dark underbelly of Appalachia . . .


Dredging
up the Truth
Still
recovering from tragedy and grieving a devastating loss, Iraq war
veteran and sheriff’s detective Katrina Williams copes the only way
she knows how—by immersing herself in work. A body’s just been
pulled from the lake with a fish haul, but what seems like a
straight-forward murder case over the poaching of paddlefish for
domestic caviar quickly becomes murkier than the depths of the lake.
Soon
a second body is found—an illegal Peruvian refugee woman linked to
a charismatic tent revival preacher. But as Katrina tries to
investigate the enigmatic evangelist, she is blocked by antagonistic
FBI agents and Army CID personnel. When more young female refu-gees
disappear, she must partner with deputy Billy Blevins, who stirs
mixed feelings in her, to connect the lake murder to the refugees.
Katrina is no stranger to darkness, but cold-blooded conspirators
plan to make sure she’ll never again see the light of day . . .
 
 
 
 

A
LIVING GRAVE
Katrina
Williams Book 1
 
The
first in a gritty new series featuring sheriff’s detective Katrina
Williams, as she investigates moonshine, murder, and the ghosts of
her own past…

 
BODY
OF PROOF


 Katrina
Williams left the Army ten years ago disillusioned and damaged. Now a
sheriff’s detective at home in the Missouri Ozarks, Katrina is
living her life one case at a time—between mandated therapy
sessions—until she learns that she’s a suspect in a military
investigation with ties to her painful past.


 

The
disappearance of a local girl is far from the routine distraction,
however. Brutally murdered, the girl’s corpse is found by a
bottlegger whose information leads Katrina into a tangled web of
teenagers, moonshiners, motorcycle clubs, and a fellow veteran
battling illness and his own personal demons. Unraveling each thread
will take time  Katrina might not have as the Army investigator
turns his searchlight on the devastating incident that ended her
military career. Now Katrina will need to dig deep for the
truth—before she’s found buried…
 
 

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to Goodreads

 
 
 
Robert
E. Dunn was born an Army brat and grew up in the Missouri Ozarks. He
wrote his first book at age eleven turning a series of Jack Kirby
comic books into a hand written novel.


Over
many years in the, mostly, honest work of video and film production
he produced everything from documentaries, to training films and his
favorite, travelogues. He returned to writing mystery, horror, and
fantasy fiction for publication after the turn of the century. It
seemed like a good time for change even if the changes were not
always his choice.

Mr.
Dunn is the author of the horror novels, THE RED HIGHWAY, MOTORMAN,
and THE HARROWING, as well as the Katrina Williams mystery/thriller
series, A LIVING GRAVE, A PARTICULAR DARKNESS, and the upcoming A
DARK PATH.
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(A Living Grave Excerpt)

I felt like it was the end of summer. Not that there was a hint of green or the creeping red-oranges
of leaves turning. In Iraq, everything was brownish. Not even a good, earthy brown. Instead, everything
within my view was a uniform, wasted, dun color. It was easy to imagine the creator ending up here on
the seventh day, out of energy and out of ideas after spending his palate in the joy of painting the rest of
the world. This spit of earth, the dirty asshole of creation we called the Triangle of Death, didn’t even rate
a decent brown.
I had been in country for eight months. I had been First Lieutenant Katrina Williams, Military
Police, attached to the 502nd Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division for a little over a year. Pride
and love had brought me here. Proud to be American and just as proud to have come from a military
family, I was in love with what the ROTC at Southwest Missouri State University had shown me about
my country’s military. I fell in love with the thought of the woman I would become serving my nation. I
wanted to echo the men my father and my uncle were and add my own tone to the family history. Iraq
bled that all out of me. Just like it was bleeding my color out into the dust. Bright red draining into shit
brown.
It was the impending weight of change that made me feel like the end of summer. As a girl, back
home in the Ozarks, the summers seemed to last forever. It wasn’t until the final days, carried over even
into a new school year, when the air cooled and the oaks rusted, that I could feel them ending. Their
endings were like the descent of ice ages, the shifting of epochs. That was exactly how I felt bleeding into
the dirt. The difference was that I felt an impending death rather than transition. The terminus of an
epoch. In Iraq though, nothing was as clear as that. It was death; but it wasn’t.
Lying on my back, I wished I could see blue sky, but not here. The air was hazed with dust so
used up it became a part of the atmosphere. There was no more of the earth in it. Grit, like bad memories
and regret, hanging over an entire nation. I coughed hard and it hurt. A bubbly thickness slithered up my
throat. Using my tongue and what breath I had, I got the slimy mass up to my lips. I just didn’t have it in
me to spit. Instead, I turned my head to the side and let the bloody phlegm slide down my cheek.
Dying is hard.
Wind, hot and cradling the homeland sand so many factions were willing to kill for, ran over the
wall I was hidden behind. It eddied there, slowing and swirling and then dumping the dirt on my naked
skin. A slow-motion burial. Even the land here hated naked women.
I stayed there without moving, but slipping in and out of consciousness for a long time. It seemed
long, anyway. I dreamed. Dreamed or remembered so well they seemed like perfect dreams of—everything.
Green.
We played baseball. Just like in old movies with kids turning a lot into a diamond. No one does
that anymore, but we did. My grandfather played minor league ball years ago and I had a cousin who was
a Cardinals fan. Everyone was a Cardinals fan, so I loved the Royals. When the games were over and it
was hotter than the batter’s box when I was pitching—I had a wild arm—my father would take me to the
river. Later when we had cars, I was drawn there every summer to swim and swing from the ropes. We
floated on old, patched inner tubes and teased boys. That was where I learned to drink beer. My father
would take me fishing on the river. My grandfather would take me on the lakes. I used the same cane pole
my father had when Granddad taught him about fishing. Both of the men used to say to the girl who
complained about not catching anything, “It’s not about the catching, it’s about the fishing.” I don’t think
I ever understood until a good portion of my blood was spilled on the dirt of a world that hated me.
My head spun back to the moment and back to Iraq. If I was going to die, I would have done it
already, I figured. At least my body. That physical part of me would live on. That other part of me, the
girl who loved summer… I think she was already dead. Death and transition.
 
 

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Slashing Mona Lisa Book Tour & Giveaway

 

Slashing
Mona Lisa
by
D.M. Barr
Genre:
Mystery, Romantic Suspense 
 
Killer
body or body killer? When fat shaming backfires…

 

 

Most
people are dying to lose a few pounds. Not so in 

Slashing
Mona Lisa
,
where it’s the weight-loss advocates who are losing their
lives.

 

 

WheneverTerry Mangel’s body acceptance revival meeting rolls into town, local
diet execs and “fat shamers” turn up dead, often in
grotesque, ironic ways. All single murders in small suburbs, no one’s
noticed the pattern…until now.

 

 

Rookie
journalist Camarin Torres is a crusader against discrimination,
partially to assuage the guilt she feels over the suicide of her
obese, bullied twin sister. She reluctantly accepts a job offered by
handsome publisher Lyle Fletcher, a widower with a vendetta, who sees
Torres as salvation for 
Trend,
his fledgling fashion magazine. Torres, however, detests everything
the publication stands for, and joins solely to transform its
judgmental, objectifying content.

 

 

As
an unexpected romance blossoms, the overconfident, justice-hungry
reporter defies orders and infiltrates Mangel’s world—only to find
herself in the crosshairs of a vigilante group targeting the
sixty-billion-dollar diet industry. Unmasking the killer may save her
life but shatter her heart: every clue seems to implicate Fletcher,
her mercurial mentor and lover, as the group’s mastermind.

 

 

With
a sassy, snarky voice and multi-cultural overtones, 

Sashing
Mona Lisa
 explores
body shaming and its victims: the disenfranchised who don’t conform
to society’s arbitrary norms, and the lengths they will go to for
love and acceptance.

 

 

Content
Warning: contains some strong language, violence, and explicit sexual
scenes

 

 
 
WHO
IS D.M. BARR?

 

 

By
day, a mild-mannered salesperson, wife, mother, rescuer of senior
shelter dogs, competitive trivia player and author groupie, happily
living just north of New York City. By night, an author of sex,
suspense and satire.

 

 

My
background includes stints in travel marketing, travel journalism,
meeting planning, public relations and real estate. I was, for a long
and happy time, an award-winning magazine writer and editor. Then
kids happened. And I needed to actually make money. Now they’re off
doing whatever it is they do (of which I have no idea since they
won’t friend me on Facebook) and I can spend my spare time weaving
tales of debauchery and whatever else tickles my fancy.

 

 

The
main thing to remember about my work is that I am NOT one of my
characters. For example, as a real estate broker, I’ve never played
Bondage Bingo in one of my empty listings or offed anyone at my local
diet clinic.

 

 

But
that’s not to say I haven’t wanted to…

 

 
“Mr. Fletcher, I’d be happy to help with the copyediting,” Camarin said. “But if I can safely prove to
you that there’s something more behind the Blubber Be Gone murder, without going out and
personally putting myself in harm’s way, would you consider a piece on the possible implications
behind it?”
Fletcher shook his head and laughed.
“Camarin, you strike me as a persistent young lady, and it’s clear you’re not easily dissuaded. Hans
Wynan must approve all copy decisions. Do you honestly think you can investigate this subtly,
without letting him know you’re not giving him a hundred percent of your attention?”
“I do.”
“Okay, let’s keep this just between us for now. I’d like you to work up a preliminary outline of the
story you propose. Get it to me by Friday?”
Camarin smiled her first big smile of the day. Inside, she was performing mental cartwheels. “I’d be
delighted to, Mr. Fletcher.”
“Camarin, I do have one problem with you.”
“You do?” Her high-flying elation took a sudden nosedive.
“Yes, and I’m only going to say this once. Please call me Lyle.”
She took a deep breath. “Lyle…it just doesn’t feel right. You’re my boss, and in the Chamorro
culture, we pay profound respect to—”
“The elderly?”
She was about to apologize, to tell him that she was referring to supervisors, when she caught the
evil glimmer in his eyes and realized he was just kidding with her. Emboldened by her big win of the
day, she ignored her dead sister Monaeka’s voice telling her to play it safe, that a handsome man of
stature would never be interested in a girl like her, and instead her impulsive streak took over. She
decided to take a gamble.
“If I was indicating you were elderly, you’d definitely know it,” she countered, echoing the line he’d
used the day they’d met.
“Oh, how so?”
“You really want to know?”
Fletcher nodded.
She stood up, silently begging her knees not to buckle underneath her, and shot a look backward to
ensure the door was closed. Then she walked around the desk until she was standing at Fletcher’s
side.
“Give me your hand.”
Fletcher held out his right arm. Locking her gaze with his, Camarin grasped his palm, bowed her
head slightly, lifted the back of his hand to her nose and sniffed deeply. The sweet-soapy-muskytones of Tabac romanced her olfactory glands, reminding her of summers spent at Macy’s, selling
men’s fragrances.
“This custom is called nginge’,” she explained. “Elders are considered manåmko’, and those who are
considered to hold wisdom are called mañaina. When we sniff the back of your hand, it is our way
of taking in the essence of your spirit while expressing respect and honor.”
“Really? Hmmm,” he said softly, the words smooth as lip gloss, his eyes never wavering from her.
The heat emanating from their clasped hands hinted at secrets yet unspoken.
“Yes. And I would curtsy slightly, like this, and since you are a man—”
“I am indeed a man,” he murmured.
Camarin felt herself blushing but persevered. “Since you are a man, I would say ñot, and you would
say—” She felt him squeeze her hand as they continued their unbroken stare.
“I would say…”
She paused, lightheaded, the air suddenly as thin as atop Mt. Baldy back home. “You would
say dioste ayudi, which means—”
At that moment, there was a loud knock on the door. Startled, Camarin pulled away just as Hans
barged inside.
“Lyle, I need your approval on the Have You Heard? seg—oh, Camarin, I didn’t realize you were in
here.”
“I-I was just leaving.” She grabbed at her pad and pen but hit the edge of the ballpoint instead,
sending it careening through the air and crash-landing in a corner by the window. Klutz! “Thanks
again, Mr.…L-Lyle,” she stammered and practically slammed into Wynan as she made a beeline for
the door.
Once outside, she leaned against the wall, trying to ignore Monaeka’s laughter at her failed attempt
at flirtation, her heart pounding as loud and fast as a native drumbeat.
“Pitch giving you trouble, Cam?” asked Rachel as she passed, her hands filled with office supplies.
“Excuse me?” she answered, still disoriented from whatever that was.
“Pitch and toss. Boss.”
“Oh, no, nothing like that. I was just—” Camarin’s cellphone started vibrating, interrupting her
thought. She pulled it from her pocket and, hand quivering, put it up to her ear. “Yes?”
“You were saying, which means…”
Her knees grew weak again. Fletcher had her private number?
Camarin turned away from Rachel and whispered into the phone, “Which means God help you.”
“Ah. Well, considering our upcoming plans to turn this magazine around, I’d say, He’d better help us
both.”
 

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The Witch’s Touch Book Tour & Giveaway

The
Witch’s Touch
by
Rosie Wylor-Owen
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
 
Criminals
are going missing. Felons or not, Detective Meeks is duty-bound to
find them, with little to go on but a suspicious encounter between
the latest missing person and a local business owner. As the case
unravels, Meeks struggles to make sense of a world he thought he
understood. Yet this twist of fate could be his chance to truly
making a difference to the community he holds dear.

 

 

Amanda
Solanke is used to making waves, but never with the police. The last
person to see the latest missing criminal, she is dragged to the
heart of a police investigation. A small business owner in the eyes
of the community, behind closed doors Amanda and her partner Leona
guard a magical secret. The closer they are watched, the closer
Amanda and Leona come to facing the ultimate danger: exposure.

 

Rosie
Wylor-Owen was born in Worcester, England at the height of baggy
jeans and boy-band popularity. Her work has been featured in the
literary magazines The Fiction Pool, Anti-Heroin Chic and Ariel
Chart, and the Manawaker Studios Podcast. Her short story “Arm-in-Arm
with Alchemy” was accepted for publication by Otter Libris for
inclusion in the anthology “Magical Crime Scene Investigation.”
In February 2018 she won third place in the Fiction Writer’s Global
flash fiction contest for her story “In Exchange for Your Sins”.

 
“Do you think anyone noticed?” he asked.
“Not a soul,” Amanda said, grinning when he raised an eyebrow.
“Very funny, ‘Manda.” He squared his shoulders, casting another glance over one of them just in case. “This one’s a fighter.”
“I always thought possessing people must get easier with practice,” she said, sipping her cocktail. “Getting a bit rusty, Leona?”
After all this time, she still found difficulty in referring to her partner whilst she co-habited another person’s body. Particularly
someone as detestable as Daniel Hill.
Leona – or Daniel – rolled their eyes.
“Only a Witch would assume it’s easy. Well, maybe a Valkyrie too. Shall we go?”
“Please.”
“All right. Whenever you’re ready.”
Amanda paused, adopted her best glower and threw the rest of her cocktail into Hill’s scrunched face.
“How dare you!” she exclaimed. “I’ve known pigs with better manners!”
Snatching up her handbag, Amanda did her best to stomp in her stilettoes towards the door.

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Runaway
Dragonette
Dragon
Planet Romance Book 1
by
Lynne Murray
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
 
When
the Dragon King demands that Princess Verity choose a romantic
partner from 26 dragon shapeshifters, she’s not allowed to say,
“No.” But she has to. 

 

 

Verity
must escape her father’s romance plans for her, but it won’t be
easy with cameras broadcasting her every move and the whole Dragon
Planet watching.

 

 

Meanwhile
on Earth, Ryan, a tech industry millionaire, loves dragons more than
anything in the real world. He has moved back to his home town to run
a dragon-centered bookstore. When a portal misfire lands Verity in
Ryan’s store, the attraction is instant and irresistible.

 

 

Ryan
jumps at the chance to compete to win Verity’s hand. The Dragon
King allows it. He doesn’t expect a computer nerd human to survive
a competition with fire-breathing dragonshifters.

 

 

Can
Ryan win the dragon princess’s hand by defeating a pack of hulking,
jealous, firebreathing dragon men who don’t play fair? Will Verity
be able to save her true mate from death by dragon fire?

 





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Bachelor
Dragon Blues
Dragon
Planet Romance Book 2
 

Can
the love of an Earth woman save a dragonshifter from the ticking time
bomb inside?

 

 

The
Dragon Planet hails Jevrath as a war hero for a military action that
wounded him. No one knows that spy bots invaded his wound during the
battle. They track his every move. They can kill him at will. The
only threat Jevrath knows about is the Dragon King’s vow to force
him into a planetary romance show, to publicly select a dragonshifter
mate. Jevrath refuses and heads for Earth for a vacation. Then Beth,
a human woman, walks through the door of the resort bar and his world
will never be the same.

 

 

Beth’s
dream is to work with endangered species, but who knew they would be
so sizzling hot? She needs a weekend away from her lab tech job and
her lecherous boss. When she walks into the resort bar and sees tall,
dark, commanding Jevrath, her dreams seem about to come true—along
with her worst nightmares. She can have a lab of her own on the
Dragon Planet, if she pretends to go along with the televised romance
show. But her desires for Jevrath go dangerously beyond
pretending.

 

 

Can
the devotion of a dragon man sustain Beth in the face of 26
firebreathing dragon women who don’t mind killing for love?

 



 
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Billionaire
Dragon’s Secretary
Dragon
Planet Romance Book 3
 
Jill
is kidnapped by a lying, cheating dragonshifter and stuck on the
Dragon Planet. Romance with a dragon is the last thing on her mind.
She only wants to earn enough to pay for a ticket back to Earth, but
her billionaire dragon shifter boss sets her senses on fire, and he’s
trying to give her every reason to stay. Targon, “the Gold
Whisperer,” fiercely guards his heart and his hoard until his new
secretary, Jill arrives. Instantly he recognizes her as his True
Mate. How can a dragonshifter convince an angry Earth woman to trust
him when he doesn’t trust himself?




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Lynne
Murray was born in Illinois and grew up in transit Texas, Alaska,
Florida, Washington state, and Southern California due to her
father’s work with the military. 

 

 

Lynne
writes the kind of books she loves to read. Those usually feature a
lot of action, quirky characters and supernatural attitude. She just
might read anything that isn’t tied down, but some of the books that
have to be restrained also make it onto her list. Her favorite
authors include Illona Andrews, Faith Hunter, Patricia Briggs, Kim
Hamilton, Terry Pratchett and T.H. White.

 

 

She
now lives and writes and stares out the window at the ocean in San
Francisco with a group of rescue cats, who rescue her right back with
heroic feats of purring.

 



Book 1 in the Dragon Planet
Romance series
Chapter 1
The First Night“WILL YOU ACCEPT this nose ring?” Verity repeated it over and over under her
breath as she stood on the paving stones of the castle courtyard. Twenty-six dragon
shapeshifter suitors would soon arrive. The Earth reality TV videos showed human
bachelors and bachelorettes handing out roses to those who would continue on the
journey towards finding mates. But roses would confuse the dragon bachelors. In dragon
form, they might eat the flowers, thorns and all and then belch fire. However, gold in any
form got all the dragons’ attention big time.
Verity’s curves, prized on the Dragon Planet, were on ample display as she stood in her
human form. She wore a sparkling ice-blue gown that matched her eyes. Her dress
artfully molded to her in front, open nearly down to her waist and cut almost as low
clinging to her backside, although her long black hair covered most of the skin revealed
in back. Verity didn’t shiver from the cold, despite the thin fabric. Her dragon blood ran
hot. Any trembling was completely due to nerves.
“Will you accept this nose ring?” she muttered again. It was a simple enough phase but
she just might mess it up.
Torches burned in the courtyard in front of the quaint old castle. It was a historic site,
not a working fortress, a confection of towers and spires perched on a remote
mountainside. Lights from the village at the foot of the mountain twinkled in the darkness
below. Verity would stay here for the next nine weeks.
Modern lighting illuminated the center of the courtyard where Verity would greet each
bachelor dragon in turn as he arrived. Cameramen, sound crew, and assistant producers
circled around the edges of the courtyard. The whole planet was watching. Her every
word and move were being recorded.
No pressure.
Tonight, Verity was The Dragonette, a bachelorette shapeshifter on a Journey to Love.
She was also the Dragon King’s daughter. She stiffened her spine. She took a deep breath
of the pine scented air carried by the breeze up from the forests below.
Each of the bachelor dragons would introduce himself as he arrived. The camera crew
roamed around her, waiting for the men to arrive.
Verity’s father, King Harrenholtz, was a big fan of reality television shows from Earth.The Dragon Planet had a dwindling shapeshifter population. The ruler had decided that a
television show would promote mating.
“We’re gathering together the best of the best young dragons from every corner of the
planet, Verity,” the king told her. “All in one place for you to choose from. It’s one-stop-
shopping as they say on Earth. You’ll be able to start nesting immediately, and I hope to
see those baby dragons soon.”
Verity had no answer to this.
“We know your unusual interest in conversation and culture and—um, ideas, Verity,”
The king’s tone indicated that these pursuits were useless at best, but he was willing to
indulge her eccentric tastes. “So we made sure to include some men who are artistic
or…well, I don’t know, clever. These dragons are the best of the best. Your hatchlings
will raise the intelligence level of the whole species. So enjoy the journey and find me a
son-in-law.”
Like she had a choice.
But simple, straightforward Verity, was planning her escape. Everyone knew she was
pathetically bad at the basic dragon skill of planning and executing devious strategies.
And she didn’t have a detailed plan. More like the ghost of a hope. This dating show had
thrown everything into chaos. She needed to stay alert and look for her chance.
She had tried once before to run away from her father’s castle and the fate of being
chained to a nest for a life of egg laying like a prize hen. Her escape attempt had ended in
disaster. She wouldn’t let herself think about it. Her mind and body had been numb ever
since.
The king was convinced that she had learned her lesson and wouldn’t try again. But
Verity had grimly determined never to be in any dragon’s power ever again. She trusted
no one to help. She wasn’t even sure she could do it. But Verity planned to watch for an
opening to break out of her gilded cage before it was too late.
FOR YEARS, RYAN Ryan Mason had honestly only cared about three
things—business, love, and dragons. The first two were gone. He sold the software
company that had made him a millionaire. The woman he loved, Deborah, had left him
when she realized he wasn’t staying on in Silicon Valley to chase the next big trend. Now
he was back to the one thing that had always sustained him—dragons.
Ryan and his best friend Harvey had survived years of bullying with the help of
dragons. Their small town of Miner’s Creek didn’t have a junior high or high school, so
Ryan and Harvey were the new kids at the school in the nearest big town. They were
instant targets. Ryan was tall and skinny, a growth spurt at age thirteen brought him some
height, but he was lanky and clumsy—not ever a jock. Harvey was short, fat, and swarthy
with glasses and dark curly hair that seemed oily no matter how often he washed it. He
was built like a bulldog and he never met a sport he didn’t hate. From the first day of
junior high, both of them got shoved and punched when they walked through the halls.

All the other kids either ignored them or laughed at them. When everyone else excluded
them, Ryan and Harvey were happiest as loners, the weird kids at school. They spent
endless hours on their shared obsession with dragons and dragon lore. The power of
dragons was real to them.
The bus back to Miner’s Springs stopped on the highway ten blocks from the junior
high school. That was the place where the bullies showed up and started throwing rocks
at them. Usually Ryan and Harvey just walked on as quickly as possible. Running was a
bad idea, falling and getting kicked was the worst.
One day, a tall, skinny girl with red hair and freckles came out of an alleyway and
stopped beside them. Without a word, she picked up a rock that had hit Harvey and
launched it back at the boy who had thrown it. Not only did the rock hit the boy, he cried
out. Before any of the four kids trailing Ryan and Harvey could react, the girl spotted
another rock, bent down, picked it up and launched it at the ringleader of the bullies. It
nailed him. That rock drew blood and the girl made a sound that was soft enough that
only Ryan and Harvey heard it. A faint, but scary growl.
“She’s crazy, let’s go,” the head bully said. They retreated down a side street.
“Thanks for doing that,” Ryan said.
The three of them just stood there for a moment. The red-haired girl had green eyes,
clear as bottle glass. Finally, she smiled.
“That was amazing,” Harvey said. “Are you like a baseball pitcher?”
The girl shook her head. “No.”
“Maybe you’re a ninja or something?” Ryan asked.
He meant it as a flattering joke, but Bridget pondered and finally said. “Don’t know
what that is.”
How was that possible? Now that there were no rocks flying, the boys could tell she
was about their own age.
“Ninjas are really cool,” Harvey said. “Not as cool as dragons, but close.”
The girl looked at him sharply. Then she nodded and seemed to accept it as a
compliment.
They introduced themselves.
“I’m Bridget,” the girl said with an odd accent. “Bridget Green.”
Ryan and Harvey exchanged a glance. They agreed “not her real name” as plainly as if
they had said it.
“What school do you go to?” Harvey asked.
“Don’t go.”
“You’re home schooled?” Ryan asked. “Wow.”
“Also cool,” Harvey said.
Bridget didn’t answer. The school bus stopped on the main road up ahead. She turned
up another alley and vanished behind the houses that lined it.
After that, she showed up and walked with them after school every day. The bullies

called them “The Three Stooges” and followed them from a distance yelling insults, but
they didn’t throw rocks again. The three friends ignored them.
Bridget brought the boys to meet her mother where they lived in a trailer outside of
town on a few acres that they had turned into a big garden where they seemed to grow
most of their own food. Mrs. Green spoke no English, but welcomed them with a shy
smile and offered them amazingly tasty cooked snacks.
Walking back from the first visit Harvey and Ryan agreed that Bridget and her mom
must be hiding out.
“Maybe from a violent husband or something,” Harvey said thoughtfully.
“Or something even scarier,” Ryan didn’t say Immigration, but they both thought it.
“They might be in real danger,” Ryan concluded.
“Maybe we can help her,” Harvey said.
Harvey’s parents ran a cafe in Miner’s Creek. They had welcomed Ryan in when his
mother died of cancer and his father all but disappeared into his job. They sent Harvey
over with leftovers from the cafe and food the women couldn’t grow in their garden like
bags of flour and rice, roasts, ham, frozen fish.
Harvey was the one who discovered Bridget couldn’t read or write. He and Ryan set
out to teach her. She learned, but she still preferred TV.
When he went off to Stanford, Ryan kept in touch and visited when he could. But
dragons and friends had taken a backseat to business. Harvey went to Sonoma State and
eventually opened a bookstore in Miner’s Creek. Ryan was happy to invest in it when he
started to make money from his software start up. Ryan’s inventions spawned a small,
thriving company in Palo Alto.
The year the three friends turned twenty, Bridget’s mother disappeared. “Gone home,”
was all Bridget would say. Harvey got closer to Bridget. As soon as Harvey graduated,
the same year he started the bookstore, they got married. No one was surprised. From the
day, the two had a special bond.
The girlfriend Ryan found, however, surprised everyone including Ryan. Deborah was
movie star beautiful. He couldn’t believe she chose him. He was six feet tall with a mop
of curly light brown hair and nice enough hazel eyes, but no one as pretty as Deborah had
ever sought him out. She took over his life.
“You’re a fixer-upper boyfriend, but you definitely clean up okay,” she told him.
Deborah was not at all shy about taking credit for making him the most presentable nerd
possible. He treated her as he envisioned a dragon would treat a princess. After his
company sold and his bank account hit eight figures, he asked Deborah to marry him and
move back with him to Miner’s Springs.
She was horrified.
“A few million dollars is a good start, but why not a billion dollars?” Deborah said.
She moved on to a more ambitious entrepreneur. She broke his heart, but what else was
new?

Ryan sold his house in Palo Alto and headed back to Miner’s Springs. He and Harvey
expanded the store Dragon Lore and More. Ryan bought the building, some acreage
behind it, a house nearby and a house next door for Harvey and Bridget.
Ryan’s started to collect every scrap of information he could find on the subject of
dragons. The fact that dragons were mythical creatures didn’t bother him in the slightest.
Bridget was as passionate about reality TV dating shows as Harvey and Ryan were
about dragons. She was the one who found The Dragonette footage and brought it to the
men’s attention.
Harvey stuck his head around the door to Ryan’s basement lair, where he spent hours
every day building the Dragon Library.
“Ryan, you have got to see this. Bridget found it,” Harvey said. “Rare footage of
Dragon mating rituals, dude.”
“Harvey, is this one of those ‘too much information about your marriage’ things? If
that’s the case, I’m afraid to look.”
“No, seriously, it’s like those reality TV shows Bridget loves, except with dragons. I
was kidding about the mating rituals, it’s not X-rated or anything. Hey, it’s got a dragon
princess, Ryan, need I say more?”
“If it’s got dragons, you know I want to see it now.” Ryan said. A little embarrassed by
the thrill of longing that the words “Dragon Princess” aroused in him. “Send me the
link.”
Alone in the store basement, half the galaxy away from wherever it was that dragons
really did rule, Ryan watched footage of most beautiful woman he had ever seen being
courted by giant reptiles.
Ryan closed his mouth, it kept falling open. Harvey was kidding about the mating
angle. The video was G rated. Or maybe PG 13, considering that the dragon princess
wore a dress that took Ryan’s breath away.
The videos showed the princess, her name was Verity, meeting and talking to men who
sometimes shifted into dragon form. The dragon shifting special effects were outstanding.
Ryan was thrilled by the quality of the CGI that morphed her suitors from flying dragons
to beefy bodybuilder types in a flash of light.
What completely captivated Ryan the dragon princess, Verity. She must be an actress.
She was tall and full figured, voluptuous enough to tickle his fantasies, unlike the usual
starving film actresses. The ice blue gown she wore left little to the imagination. At the
same time Ryan’s fantasies started working overtime. He froze the video several times to
let his eyes explore her curves and contemplate the few areas the dress didn’t cover.
The storyline suggested that Verity was herself a shapeshifter, but so far she stayed in
human form. He had no complaints, he enjoyed looking at her human form. Her face was
heart-shaped, her lips inviting. The sheet of jet black hair down her back seemed to invite
stroking. Most amazing were her pale blue eyes, lit with a fire of intelligence. When the
camera moved in close, something in her eyes seemed to reach out of the screen into his

heart and beg him to rescue her from the mumbling platitudes of the hyper-muscular
dragon men who stood in front of her and told her she was beautiful. Most of them said
they wanted to get to know her better.
As absurd as it sounded, Ryan wanted to get to know her better. He knew that a
beautiful actress in a strange little science fiction video parody would be unlikely to be
hot to meet a small bookstore owner. His only claim to fame was once inventing some
software and getting paid well for it. Not exactly knight in shining armor credentials, as
his experience with Deborah had taught him.
Still, when the footage was done and he had played it back two or three times—okay,
five or ten times—he looked for the credits. There were none. He called Harvey.
“Where did Bridget find this?”
“She won’t say,” Harvey said. “I’ll ask her, but she’s not saying. She’s in one of her
cat-that-swallowed-the-cream moods. I never argue when Bridget gets it into her head to
surprise me.”
“I never argue with Bridget about anything. Do you think she’d tell me if I begged?”
“That’s my usual tactic with Bridget. I’m just happy she married me. After the number
Deborah did on you, I wish we could find a good woman like that for you.”
“I’m holding out for a dragon princess,” Ryan said with a laugh. “Seriously, dude, I’ve
got to find the rest of it. I’m kind of hooked already.” Ryan but he wasn’t about to give
up because there was no instant answer. He kept searching all over the web and couldn’t
find any trace of the video. None of his connections in the world of dragon lore had heard
of it at all.
Harvey called back and told him. “Bridget’s still teasing me, but she said this is just
part of week one, of a nine-week show broadcast on DPN, the Dragon Planet Network.”
“What? If there’s a Dragon Planet Network how come we haven’t heard of it? I’d pay a
lot to subscribe to that, wouldn’t you?”
“Absolutely, but you know Bridget. She’ll tell me when she’s ready.”
“Well. If she finds a way to get tickets to the Dragon Planet, tell her I’m ready to go
any time. Seriously, if you find anything about it, anything at all, let me know,” Ryan
told him. “I need to see the whole thing.”
“Sure thing, dude, Dragons Rule,” Harvey said.
“Dragons Forever,” Ryan replied automatically. What he really wanted was to meet the
woman in the film. True, she was an indie film actress, not a real dragon shifter. He
couldn’t explain why he felt he had to meet her.
All he could do was sit sad, alone, and obsessed with dragons. Okay, he could add
“horny” to that list. What else was new?




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