Category: giveaway

Deadly Legends A Boxed Set feat. Silent Echoes and Silent Obsession by Melissa Bourbon Genre: Romantic Suspense

National Bestselling author Melissa Bourbon brings dark twists to two Latin-American urban legends guaranteed to keep you up into the wee hours. With riveting suspense, sigh-worthy romances with heart-stopping heroes, beautiful writing, and characters that jump off the page, these thrilling romantic suspense novels will have you believing in curses and ghosts. For the first time, Silent Echoes and Silent Obsession are together in this boxed set. Get ready for a thrill-ride… Silent Echoes Something deadly waits in the shadows… On a Texas night twelve years ago, Vic Vargas kissed Delaney West so deeply that she almost came apart. Later that same night, evil crept into Delaney’s room as she slept – and everything in their world fell apart. Now Vic is a rancher living a half-empty life punctuated by one- night stands and a strained relationship with his 11-year-old son. Then Delaney returns to San Julio, and the past comes rushing back… along with the silent echoes of that night so long ago. Livestock are dying. Some say coyote, but others whisper another darker word. Chupacabra. Bloodsucker. The past hasn’t disappeared – nor has the instinctive desire that snaps and crackles between Delaney and Vic. And as those emotions ignite, so does the evil that hibernated for the last twelve years. The evil that waited for Delaney to return to San Julio… and to Vic Vargas. Silent Obsession Johanna Rios is a woman whose past has come back to haunt her. The ghost of la Llorona is said to haunt the riverbanks, always searching for her drowned child. She also haunts high school teacher Johanna Rios, whose own mother believed so deeply in the legend she tried to drown her daughters. And now the ghost has become real, a young woman murdered, and the safe world Jo created is falling apart. Since returning home from his last tour of duty to become a school principal, Ray Vargas has fought his attraction for his employee, the sensual woman who’d once been the girl next door. But the Llorona Killer will not stop until he claims his final victim—Johanna—and Ray will do anything to protect the woman he’s come to love. With a serial killer out to prove the curse is real, will Ray and Johanna’s future be drowned in the ghostly waters of the past? Or will the power of their love give them the strength to stop a killer…and heal their wounded hearts…? Goodreads * Amazon

Melissa Bourbon, the author of the Magical Dressmaking Mysteries (A Seamless Murder, A Killing Notion, A Custom-Fit Crime, Deadly Patterns), sometimes answers to her Latina-by-marriage name, Misa Ramirez. She gave up teaching middle and high school kids in northern California to write full-time amid horses and Longhorns in north Texas. She fantasizes about spending summers writing in quaint, cozy locales, has a love-hate relationship with yoga and chocolate, is devoted to her family, and can’t believe she’s lucky enough to be living the life of her dreams. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Prologue

SAN JULIO RIVER, TEXAS
21 YEARS PRIOR

Johanna Rios dug her feet into the dirt of the San Julio riverbank, gasping in deep the chilled Texas air.
Overhead, dark clouds loomed, closing in and pressing down on her—a spring storm bearing down fast.
“No! Mama, don’t!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, pulling against her mother’s hold on her
wrist. But her mother jerked her forward until she was ankle-deep in water. Jo was strong for eleven, but
not strong enough to stop a woman who had madness in her mind. Her mother.
“I told you this day would come. It’ll be over soon, Joey.” Mama spat out the nickname she’d
given her. “Johanna. Terrible name. He named you that, and then left me alone. They all leave.”
Carmen, Johanna’s nine-year-old sister, stood on the north side of the bank, just visible in
Johanna’s peripheral vision. She let out a high-pitched scream and ran to Jo’s side, tears spilling down her
wind-chapped cheeks, but Mama yanked Johanna deeper into the river.
“She promised me. Once you’re gone, she’ll let a man”—Mama cruelly twisted Jo’s hand and
yanked her daughter down until Jo was on her knees—“come to me. And this time he’ll stay.”
She. Mama was talking about the curse of La Llorona. But the ghost wasn’t real to anyone but her
mother. Pain sliced up Jo’s arm and she grimaced, fighting back a scream. She dug her heels into the
sludge, mentally willing Carmen to run. To save herself.
But scared little Carmen came closer, unsure of what to do. And Mama grabbed her, too, then
jerked Carmen into the river, shouting, “Stop crying!”
The roar of rushing water in the San Julio River filled Jo’s ears. She sucked in a shaky breath and
fought back, kicking her feet against the ground, splashing the shallow water until the hem of Mama’s
torn, gauzy white embroidered dress was drenched. She clawed, finally managing to pry Mama’s fingers
from her wrist, and then broke free, stumbling back.
But Mama plowed into the river, her black hair flying out behind her, her dress floating up around
her like an umbrella. Dragging Carmen in her wake.
“No!” Jo plunged into the river. The cold hit her with a fierce burning, worse than jumping into a

barrel of smoking coals. She fought to the surface and gasped for breath, then saw Carmen being dragged
down into the depths of the river by the weight of her own white peasant dress.
Mama spun around, pulling Carmen with her, the water rippling out around her. She jerked
suddenly, and twisted Carmen until she was facedown in the water. The back of Carmen’s head bobbed
up and down like an apple in a barrel.
In a voice low and filled with wrath, Mama said to Jo, “She cursed you, too. She’s in your blood.
In both of you.”
Mama looked beyond Jo, as if she saw the five-hundred-year-old crying woman of legend. But
there was only water and the central Texas woods filled with scraggly trees. “La Llorona,” she whispered
hoarsely.
Jo used Mama’s distraction and grabbed Carmen away from her mother, but the current was too
strong. The San Julio grabbed her sister, sweeping her downriver. Jo plunged after Carmen, snatching her
leg, pulling with all her might until she could grab hold of her wrist. She dragged her limp sister toward
the bank, swallowing a belly full of water as she struggled.
Her feet found the ground and she crawled onto the bank, dragging Carmen with her. A moment
later, her sister coughed and water trickled out the side of her mouth. She sucked in a loud, desperate
breath and struggled to sit up.
“It’s okay,” Jo said, cradling Carmen. “It’s going to be okay.”
But when Jo looked back to the river, Mama was floating. Face up, her hair cascading around her
head in a silky mass.
Air caught in Jo’s throat and her eyes burned. Nothing was ever going to be okay.
“La Llorona.”
Jo heard the name as if it were carried on the white tips of the current. She jerked her head around
to look where her mother still stared, her heart drumming in her ears, praying that she wouldn’t see the
weeping woman who’d drowned her children.
There was nothing there. She turned back to see her mother being pulled swiftly downstream. Her
eyes locked with Mama’s for a second, and Jo felt a whisper of sheer terror. Like Mama was passing on
the curse.
Mama’s gaze broke with hers and her eyes became lifeless. Dead. Her body rolled over in the
water until she floated facedown. The water carried her downstream until all Jo could see was the flash of
white from her dress mixing with the scattered whitecaps.
Dripping wet and shivering, Jo stared at the river. Carmen sobbed and Jo struggled to fight back

her own tears. She had her sister. They had each other.
She was not cursed. La Llorona was dead.
A ghost.
Jo would not let the crying woman ruin her life. She would not be like her mother.

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!a Rafflecopter giveaway

Storiebook Charm A Spellbound Novel 1 by Melissa Bourbon Genre: Light Paranormal Romance

From National Bestselling author Melissa Bourbon comes a small town magical story with a heart-stopping hero, a sigh-worthy romance, beautiful writing, and characters that jump off the page. Get ready to be charmed by Storie and Reid, and watch out for the twist! Storie Bell is a witch. Not the kind that lives in Harry Potter’s world. No, she is more like Glinda, the good witch of the North, minus the munchkins and Dorothy. But a witch trying to blend in in a small southern town is no easy feat. She’s grown up believing that mortals and witchcraft don’t mix. Storie thinks the biggest threat to her future—opening The Storiebook Cafe, where happy endings begin— is Reid Malone, the very man she ran away from years before. He seems hell bent on getting in the way of her bookstore’s grand opening. But when a mysterious woman from Storie’s past shows up and makes claims that leave Storie confused, she rethinks her entire future. Goodreads * Amazon

Melissa Bourbon, the author of the Magical Dressmaking Mysteries (A Seamless Murder, A Killing Notion, A Custom-Fit Crime, Deadly Patterns), sometimes answers to her Latina-by-marriage name, Misa Ramirez. She gave up teaching middle and high school kids in northern California to write full-time amid horses and Longhorns in north Texas. She fantasizes about spending summers writing in quaint, cozy locales, has a love-hate relationship with yoga and chocolate, is devoted to her family, and can’t believe she’s lucky enough to be living the life of her dreams. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!a Rafflecopter giveaway

Keepers & the Soul Key Meridian Chronicles Book 4 by M.D. Fryson Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

What has happened to Aiden after his selfless act of sacrificing his life for Meridian? Where did Meridian go? True love can break the curse, but only an act of true love from a twin soul sets her free. Their epic and sudden departure have left their friends, witches, fairies, and spirits in search of their souls. While the high court demons strategize their attack of the hall of souls to absorb the angels’ power — the only demoness at court has her secret obsession, and she used Moloch, the dark one’s soul collector, who may have taken more than just one soul of a wicked witch. Astaroth’s secret obsession and help from Moloch may indirectly help the dark one’s plan. But there is one problem that lingers. Lahash, the rogue demon of the high court, has been charged to destroy his obsession, Echo, the Earth nymph. After kidnapping her and taking her to the dark realm, she is weakened and cannot fend off the brooding demon’s lust. In a passionate moment, Lahash finally confesses why he is so obsessed with the nymph, and she admits her secret knowledge of human souls. The search for Meridian and Aiden surfaces a shocking revelation. Aiden is trapped and needs to be saved, but from whom? The spirit guides demand the return of a spirit guide from the keepers, who remains in the hall of souls. They believe this spirit guide can stop the demons, save the spirit guide realm, find Meridian, and save humankind. The keepers, known as the angels, have one request that the chosen one must accomplish before Etheria can be saved, and Aiden to be returned. There is only one weapon that can destroy the demons, and it is the angels’ quartz sword hidden on Earth. Will Etheria’s chosen one of the spirit realm find the sword? Will the demons be destroyed, or will dark one’s plan triumph? Can the fallen finally be freed of their awful fate? Will Lahash kill Echo? Find out if all is to be in vain or if the chosen one can defeat the demons, connect with her twin soul, and form the powerful soul key that can save all. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * KoboBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/bKRfMkRtFTs

Fairy Nymphs & The Demon Court Meridian Chronicles Book 3

Meridian, stays with Raina the ex-coven member who uses black magic to keep Meridian at her side. Aiden struggles with Meridian’s absence having no idea why she really left him. The demon court has their own agenda in the fight for human souls by keeping Meridian banished, but the elemental fairy nymphs come back again to help and may be the ultimate undoing in the fight to send Meridian home. Using the demon’s lustful ways against the favorite of the court, Lahash, may throw a kink in their demonic plan that involves the hall of souls. One good witch answers another of the demon’s riddle setting off a battle in the dark realm, but the real answer still eludes everyone. Is Meridian’s twin soul Aiden? Is it Relic or Kieren? Meridian finds her twin soul but it comes with a price. In the third of the four installments of Meridian Chronicles series, hang on for love, treachery and a fight for one unique soul that will take you on a ride to a mind blowing ending you won’t see coming. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * KoboBook Trailer https://youtu.be/SGz0ojj_BXE

Black Widow Curse & The Coven Meridian Chronicles Book 2

MERIDIAN’S curse has left her in a state all her own of amnesia. She is on Earth lost and afraid with only fragments to piece together her mysterious circumstance. The curse has taken the unimaginable from her, but that is just scratching the surface. The Black Widow curse will reveal itself through the demon’s riddle, the Coven and the Fairy Nymphs. A trip back to Salem is just what the psychic ordered, but treachery lurks with an ex coven member who calls on demons. The demon realm offers more riddles than answers, but a stroke of luck from the high demon court, brings in a sophisticated demon, Lahash who has grown tired of the games. The curse hides Meridian’s identity and her memory will unlock the Universal secret of her twin soul to find her way home. As Meridian finds Aiden so do the impacts of her curse and what it could do to their budding relationship. Meridian’s soul and fate are in the cross hairs, while the odds rise between the demons, witches and the fairies. Finally having found Aiden, the Fairy Queen comes through to send aid to Meridian, but she still doubts herself and contemplates running away from it all. Who is Meridian’s twin soul? Will she go back to Etheria or will the curse reign down on Meridian? Find out in this dark and twisted paranormal romance. “Great sequel to the first book in the series! I loved the introduction of Lahash. Reminds me of one of my favorite characters from an older book I read some years ago. It was great to get more into the minds of the lead characters and see that they have some of the same thoughts and emotions just like we do. Anyone who loves a good paranormal book with some villains you will love to hate or just hate and a great plot with some nice twists then I would definitely recommend this book!” Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * KoboBook Trailer https://youtu.be/- JBhIUwdXgo

Hall of Souls & The Book of the Fairies Meridian Chronicles Book 1

If you love Fairies, have an insatiable love for the unseen, enjoy a good riddle shrouded with demon twists and believe in soul mates; hang on for a ride with Meridian through the twists and turns in this paranormal love story. Notorious leader, Warrick has it out for Meridian and her circle of Spirit Guides and plans to use the Hall of Souls to cast Meridian’s father away for fictitious crimes as a cover for his real agenda. Struggles for the balance of power over humankind and a battle for their existence have the Spirit Guides in a precarious position. Seeking refuge, the Spirit Guides fall deeper in debt to the mysterious fairy Queen as she capitalizes on the Spirit Guides’ weak position. Answering the dark one’s riddle may be the answer, but the sly queen is no stranger to tricks and riddles. The Queen’s agenda may be Meridian’s downfall. A love triangle is unfolding in the midst of this epic struggle threatening the unity of the Fairies and the Spirit Guides. Human boy Aiden, son of a fallen spirit guide, unbeknownst to him is in the middle of the love triangle and the source of Meridian’s obsession. In a race to save her father from the Hall of Souls and a fight for humankind, Meridian is on the horizon to finding her soul mate and taking back her home of Etheria until the Fairy Queen’s deception becomes the ultimate price.Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

My series is fantasy paranormal and the characters are actually inspired by real people. Personally, I am a wife and mom to three boys. I am an animal lover especially horses that I used to ride, train and show. Someday will do once more! I hold a BS in Business Administration with a minor in Marketing. I graduated with a 4.0 and made the National Dean’s List 2 years in a row. I like many kinds of books. Paranormal is my favorite and anything self help, self motivation. I also like romance novels. I love chocolate, coffee, my family (not in that order), the beach. Being born a Pisces make it impossible to not love the water…especially the ocean. Website * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Mix * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Meridian & Aiden in the dark realm

Relic gave Karma a confident nod before he turned to Meridian.
“Meridian, do you remember when we very first came to the dark realm to retrieve the fairy
book for Selena? When we first came in here, what was it Talon said? Remember, he said that
things do not appear as they are. That we had to be ready for the worst part of ourselves. Demon
illusion blinded Kieren, thinking he saw an old bandmate. You, Meridian; you were the one who
brought him out of it.” Relic nodded to Aiden, who looked for a place to hide in shock of what he
saw.
Meridian watched Aiden with sad eyes and hesitancy to maintain her sights on him. She
dropped her eyes away from Aiden, staring at the ground, shaking her head. “NO! He thinks I am
a demon. He thinks the one swirling in the gale-force winds is me!”
The guides looked upon the nymphs who only had so much time. Relic darted his eyes
downward, getting carried away with his own thoughts, in desperation.
“Meridian needs so much just like before, when things went haywire. The last time we were
all here with her, she had the love and support of her father, Caius. How can I give her what she
needs? How can I bring the same conviction to help her find the faith within herself to save
Aiden? Aiden, the one that has taken the heart of the one I love.”
Relic looked into Meridian’s tearful eyes. “Meridian, you can do this. You can help Aiden
overcome whatever Astaroth has done to him. Remember what Ridge told you back at Esmra’s
when you first awoke after the ritual at her house. He told you that evil could not be fought with
evil. Knowledge is power, and with that power you can rescue Aiden. Turn your fear over, allow
your love for Aiden to guide you. Love Meridian. Have faith in who you are.”
Relic locked his hands into a strong grip around Meridian’s shoulders. She looked to Relic
and drew a hard breath while he continued. “I know if roles were reversed, Aiden would walk
through fire for you.”
Meridian watched Aiden, who stood in confusion and fear. A look that Meridian was not
accustomed to. Relic’s words resonated with her as they echoed in her mind, she recalled her
memory of the first time she saved someone. Kieren, when he was lost. Without a word, and
through the howling winds from the funnel, Meridian walked over to Aiden.
Suddenly her mind took her back to the night she saw Aiden at Stephanie’s bar for the first
time. As each step she took, another flash of memories surfaced within her mind. The clouds that
hovered in her memory were breaking free, and now she recalled the night Aiden showed up at
Tallulah’s after they met. All she could see was Aiden’s bright smile and kind eyes looking at her
when he drank the tea, he forced down to make her happy.

Her gait quickened, her heart pounded with rage, fear, and excitement at the same time. As
she approached Aiden, he was going through his own rollercoaster of emotions with what his mind
was telling him was coming for him.
To Aiden, he saw a demon in a swift movement, a demon with a lion’s head and the body of a
bird with sharp wings. As Meridian spoke to Aiden, all he heard was guttural growling, giving rise to
the hair on the back of his neck. Astaroth called from within her trap within the tunnel.
“Aiden, no! Runaway from the demon!” Astaroth shouted.
Meridian hearing the demoness demand him, she moved quicker, bringing her hands up.
With her palms up and her sights locked onto Aiden, she closed her eyes hanging onto the
memories they shared. She slowed her racing breaths and went within the furthest reaches of her
mind and submerged her thoughts and energy into everything about Aiden and herself. She
whispered the same message she said to him the first time they encountered one another under the
old Oak tree at Aiden’s home. “Aiden, I have been with you all of your life.” Meridian continued to
move toward Aiden, opening her eyes. She repeated herself.
“Aiden, I have been with you all of your life.” Meridian closed her eyes once more. “Nothing
can break the ties of twin souls. We were meant for each other. Not everything you see is or
remains. What is lost can be found.” Meridian whispered.
The growling demon that Aiden saw in front of him changed, and with a wave of slow
motions, the image looked to submerge into invisible waters and from it, appeared a different vision.
The growling slowed and turned into the melodic tone that he recognized as Meridian’s voice.
Aiden stopped and stood still as if to face his deepest fear and with each step that Meridian took, the
hesitation that was fueled by demon trickery dissolved and revealed a heart-warming vision. A
vision of the young woman that Aiden fell in love with when he first set eyes on her, the image he
saw the night she revealed herself to him on the night of his senior prom. A being so bright, he
squinted.
Meriden’s palms and wrist were turned upward, and his eyes dropped from Meridian’s glowing
face, to survey her exposed wrists, and there the hologram of the infinity mark across her wrist
appeared as if the mark itself seemed more clear than anything else around him.
A smile appeared on Aiden’s lips; the serious look disappeared giving way to the glow that
Aiden carried whenever he was in Meridian’s company. His shoulders dropped, and his chest
moved outward as he took in a large breath followed by a collective sigh of relief. As his eyes rolled
upward to her face, and he watched Meridian’s platinum blonde hair appear in the place of the fierce
lion’s mane, and her otherworldly green eyes emerged through the evil red eyes of the demon that
stood once before him. Aiden brought his trembling arms away from his body, toward her as if he
could no longer wait for her to be in his embrace.
“I am always with you, Aiden. I love you.” Meridian whispered as she arrived just inches
away from Aiden who relaxed with the revelation that appeared in front of him. His sacrifice, his
undying loyalty, and steadfast determination were not in vain.
At this moment, the one he gave his life for appeared to him as if he were indeed in a
nightmare, to be awakened to a reality that happily ever after isn’t something so far out of reach.
For all the unknown, the blind faith and the hope, at this moment, it was now Meridian saving
Aiden.
While the twin souls were wrapped up in their own world apart from the reality of the dark
forces that surrounded them, within the funnel that the nymphs were losing control over, Astaroth
shouted. “No Aiden, it is a trap, do not believe that vile demon!”
Aiden’s face furrowed, and he broke his eyes away from Meridian to survey the demoness
locked within the nymphs funnel, then he brought his eyes back to the real Meridian, and he studied
for her just a few moments, with a hint of hesitation.

Meridian leaned into Aiden putting her face into his chest as she always did when they were
together in their past life. She looked up at him and bought her arms upward she cradled his face in
her hands as he lowered his face, his eyes were full of questions but driven by an unspoken message
that throughout the doubt, his soul no doubt connected to his other half.
With his other half that held his fate in her hands, as their lips met created an explosion full of
bright stars, swirling within a nebula like an image that spun around them as if the universe at that
moment collided together to create something so great, to adhere to something so mysterious.
Before their lips connected, she whispered, “The greatest mystery is who we truly are.” At that
moment, their lips touched for a cataclysmic reckoning that even the demons could not stop.
The nymphs lost their hold on the funnel, and just as the demons were set free from the
funnel, they charged toward Aiden and Meridian with their gruesome arms stretched out, like rabid
animals, rage and a black hole need to stop the good in the world as they knew it, were mere
seconds away. With Talon and the guides, they dashed to ward off the demons but were too far
behind, and it appeared no matter how they pressed on, they could not reach the soul key locked in
an unbelievable realization not for just them, but for those as a witness.
Just as the demons were an arm’s length away from the pair, lost in their own world, an
explosion within the dark realm shot up around the couple hurling the demons into the air several
yards away. And just like that, in a blink of an eye there they all appeared having escaped the dark
realm unscathed.
There they all stood in Tallulah’s front yard as though they were never in the dark realm.
Meridian and Aiden were toe to toe still wrapped in their embrace. The guides looked around in
shock and confusion, while the fairies had taken a moment to look at the two human beings that
longed to see the company that showed up at their doorstep. Hand in hand as the best friends they
were, Tallulah and Esmra stood and held one another. Esmra gasped and brought her frail hand to
her mouth when she saw the fairies. Under her hand, she said to Tallulah, “They’re back.”

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway! Meridian Chronicles Blog Tour and Give Away- New Book Release! ‘Keepers & the Soul Key’

A Case For the Yarn Maker Ainsley McGregor Book 2 by Candace Havens Genre: Cozy Mystery

Spin a yarn…at your own risk. Everyone at Bless Your Art in Sweet River, Texas, is excited about the Yarn Goddess (yes, that’s her real name) coming to town. Ainsley McGregor has set up a special event at the local community center, but when old Mrs. Whedon doesn’t see eye-to-eye with the Goddess about using quality yarn, a fight breaks out. Who knew the octogenarian had ninja moves like that? It’s all fun and games until George Clooney, Ainsley’s Great Dane, finds Ms. Yarn’s dead body in a booth at Bless Your Art. Now the prime suspect is Mrs. Whedon, and while she’s not the easiest woman to get along with, there’s no way she’s the killer. At least, Ainsley doesn’t think so. As this yarn unravels, Ainsley and her quirky friends learn some interesting things about the case and the Goddess’s checkered past. But there’s a killer on the loose, and George may be the only thing protecting Ainsley from certain death. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo

A Case For the Winemaker Ainsley McGregor Book 1

The closer she gets to the truth, the more she finds herself drowning in trouble. It’s an exciting time in Sweet River, Texas, and the whole town’s talking. Maybe, a little too much. Former English professor Ainsley McGregor has gambled everything on her new business: Bless Your Art, an artisan market where local artists sell their wares and teach classes. The bright, white space is filled to the brim with colorful art, yarn, jewelry, pet treats, antiques and even a few medieval weapons. Oh, and there are wine tastings. Everything’s better with wine. Ainsley is surprised by how well things are going–right up until the moment her Great Dane finds a dead body. With her friend accused of the murder, it’s up to Ainsley to find the real killer. As the suspect list grows longer, Ainsley has her work cut out for her. The task is made more difficult by the fact her brother, the sheriff, doesn’t seem to want her help. If she doesn’t wrap up the case soon, she might be the next wine, um, one to die. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo * Website

Bestselling author Candace Havens has published more than 25 books. Her novels have received nominations for the RITA’s, Holt Medallion, Write Touch Reader Awards and National Readers Choice Awards. She is a Barbara Wilson Award winner. She is the author of the biography “Joss Whedon: The Genius Behind Buffy” and a contributor to several anthologies. She is also one of the nation’s leading entertainment journalists and has interviewed countless celebrities from George Clooney to Chris Pratt. Candace also runs a free online writing workshop for more than 2000 writers, and teaches comprehensive writing classes. She does film reviews with Hawkeye in the Morning on 96.3 KSCS, and is a former President of the Television Critics Association. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

It wasn’t so much that I walked him, as he did me. I wasn’t the best at getting exercise, but that
had changed in the days since George came into my life a few months ago. I’d already lost two
pounds, and my fat jeans weren’t cutting into my waist anymore, so I wasn’t complaining.
I’d been eating my feelings for months, so a little exercise wasn’t such a bad thing.
Behind Main Street on the north side of our building, was a huge park with the Sweet River
running through it. There were walking and bike paths, and it had old-fashioned gaslight-style
lamps that made it almost as bright at night as during the day. The sidewalks were bordered by
gardens, each tended by a different group. The open, green areas were where many of the
town’s festivals were held. Handy, since people visiting said events could come through the
back entrance into our building. That’s why I’d also had a sign painted on the back.
George dragged me toward his favorite tree. But he stopped a few feet away and whined a bit. I
hadn’t heard him do that before.
“George, I need you to hurry it along, buddy. I don’t have time for you to be super picky about
the tree. Let’s get it done.” I kept a firm tone with him when we were outside. But I never
yelled. He’d pout for days if I did, and besides, who yells at a dog?
Dumb people.
He growled. He’d never done that, either. And it wasn’t at me, it was at whatever was on the
ground under the leaves.
A shiver ran through me.
Oh, no. That was my internal scare-dar. My gut always told me when danger was near or when
something wasn’t quite right. The night I’d been mugged in Chicago, I’d had shivers just a few
minutes before. That same sense of dread I’d experienced then slithered through me now.
Whatever was about to happen, I just wanted to run back to the shop and reclaim my happy
space.
Think logically. There are no muggers in Sweet River.
The weather was cooler, and creepy crawlies were looking for places to hibernate. I’d watched
enough Discovery Channel to know they liked leaves to get warm.
Could it be a snake? There were tons of leaves piled there.
The dog growled again, a deep and sort of mean sound.
“George?” I tugged gently on his leash, encouraging him to back away. “Please,” I whispered.
Nerves jangled through me. I was scared he might get bitten. “Back away slowly. I don’t want
whatever is under there to get you.”
He grunted and sniffed the ground.
Then he sat and wouldn’t budge. He outweighed me by a good sixty or so pounds, depending
on how much chocolate I’d eaten the day before.
Stupid dog. The snake was going to strike any second. I pulled him hard, and as I did, his tail
swept across the leaves and something popped out. He moved back then.
“Sit, George,” I said firmly, as my heart pounded against my chest.
Not a snake.
A hand.
A very dead-looking hand lay in the leaves, and it was attached to an equally dead-looking arm.

$50 Amazon Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!a Rafflecopter giveaway

Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.Welcome to the Gateway Ranch.Your gateway to all things possible…

To Be His A Gateway Ranch Story by C.R. Moss Genre: Romantic Suspense

I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Gavin Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected. Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that brought us together could also tear us apart… And possibly claim my life. Add to GoodreadsAmazonUS * AmazonUK * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2Read

To Be Yours Gateway Ranch Series

Katrina Foster has survived a life no one dreams about and most don’t want to know about. Escaping to a ranch in Texas she used to visit during the summers of her childhood and rekindling an old relationship with Dakota Remington, she hopes to leave the nightmare of her past behind her. At first, all seems well, but when strange things begin to happen, she wonders if history’s about to repeat itself. Dakota Remington has devoted his life to working at Gateway Ranch. He’s excited when Kat, his former sweetheart, returns and looks forward to reuniting with her. He finds she’s changed, though, and he’s not sure if it’s for the better. But he’s up for the challenge of the puzzle that is Kat. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2ReadBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/B37W6qxaSBc

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore… www.caseymscorner.comWebsite * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * Find More Gateway Ranch Books

The hard composite of her firearm shifted against her lower back.
Well, if push comes to shove, I can protect myself. I’ll shoot the bastard if he shows up and tries anything.
Eventually, her nerves calmed enough so she could move without feeling ill.
She rose and stripped out of her clothes, put her weapon on the counter, then stepped into the shower. The
hard and hot spray beat on her, helping her to feel something other than worry about potential rumors or
her ex finding her. Kat bowed her head, placed her hands above the faucets. The water sluiced down her
hair, cascaded in wide streams over her back. More time passed. Relaxed and clear headed, she finished
her shower and was about to open the door when a thud and click sounded on the other side.
Gripping the towel wrapped around her body, she snatched her weapon, opened the door, and cautiously
looked out into the room.
Dakota lounged on the bed, one leg bent, his hat propped on that leg’s knee. His hair stuck up in clumpy
spikes. He ran a dirty hand through his dark brown locks.
Kat released a pent-up breath, lowered her weapon, and placed the Glock on a counter next to the
bathroom door. “How’d you get in here?”
Tired eyes gazed at her. “I’m manager on duty while the Taggerts are away, ’member? Got a bunch of
master keys.” Dak held up the ring of them. “You okay? When you didn’t come back, I got worried.”
“I’m fine. I think the humidity got to me. Along with the dirt.”
“Sure. The humidity. You tell me that you’re afraid a man is going to come after you, or rather us. We
hear about the vehicle. You turn white as one of our ghosts and run off. Who was in the car, Kat?”
“Hell if I know. I’ve been with you all day. I didn’t see the fancy black car or who was in it.”
“You don’t have a clue as to who was in the car? I’m not buying it.”
“Buy it or don’t.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “I really don’t know. It could have been Nero.
It could have been his goons. It could have been a neighbor of yours or one of the party guests Kent
mentioned. I. Wasn’t. There. I. Didn’t. See.”
Dakota flung himself off the bed and slammed the hat on his head. “Get dressed. You’ll come with
me while I get cleaned up then we’ll go hang out in the rec hall.”
“You know what, Dak? I appreciate the Boy Scout approach, and how you’re trying to get a merit
badge for babysitting, but all I want is to lie down and take a nap.”
“Kat, please. I’m hot, dirty, and tired. I don’t want to argue.” He strode to the door. “Get dressed so
we can get going.” His gaze flashed darkly, roamed over her with an appraising glance. A slow grin
tipped up the corner of his lips.

$15 Amazon GC Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!a Rafflecopter giveaway