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Camouflaged Encounters
The Camouflaged Series Book 1
by David J. Englund
Genre: Science Fiction
Forget what you think you know. How well do you really know your
neighbors or fellow workers? Do you trust your boss? What about politicians? The fabric of our society is
under attack. Our way of life, our livelihood, our very existence is under full assault. No one even realizes
that it’s happening. Disguised as horrible natural disasters on the news, the world is caught unsuspecting
as events draw us ever nearer to extinction. As “natural disasters” escalate and tensions between
nations mount, one man hears a whisper. It has begun . . .
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Camouflaged Mischief
The Camouflaged Series Book 2
No more births. Ever. Extinction. No more rice. No more wheat.
Starvation. That is what humanity is facing. The Ascanti, a conquering alien species, have been stopped,
but scientists are incapable of reversing the environmental weapons engineered by the vicious aliens.
Clark Jackson, using his secret portal system, must find the Ascanti home
world to learn if such a reversal is possible. And he’s on the clock, racing against the frightened nations
of the world erupting into the third and final world war, bringing about extinction that much faster.
However, finding the alien planet is one thing, surviving its hostile
inhabitants and environment is quite another.
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For the first time since Clark had met him, the Tinkerer stopped moving and looked at
him. Clark thought he saw a smirk on his face. “No, nothing you can do. Leave me.”
The traveling accountant tried another approach. “What about metal, can you use some
metal?”
There was no change in the inventor’s posture. “What do you want for it?”
“This time I don’t want anything. I just want to talk while you work.”
He looked sideways at Clark. “How much metal?”
“I’ll go get you a big chunk, like last time. How does that sound?”
The alien went back to work. “What do want to talk about?”
“Have you ever heard of an alien race called the Ascanti?”
For the second time in as many minutes, the Tinkerer stopped in his tracks. It was only a
momentary pause, but long enough to be an obvious reaction to Clark’s words. “No, never heard
of no Ascanti. Can’t help you. Talking done.”
Clark walked up to him with palms out in a pleading motion. “Never? In all of your
dealings with different species, you never even heard of this one?”
The Tinkerer waved all four hands. “No, never heard of accursed Ascanti.”
Clark turned his head away, looking into space. “Accursed . . . so you have heard of
them. They do exist.”
The inventor grimaced. “No more talk. You go now.”
“Wait a minute, I just want some information. They may be up to something on my
world. I have no idea who they even are. What can we do to get rid of them?”
The alien waved one of his hands again. “Move. Find another home. This one is lost to
you.”
Ghost Hunters: Bones in the Wall
by Susan McCauley
Genre: Middle-Grade, YA Horror
Twelve-year-old Alex may have lost his ability to play sports, but he
gained the ability to see ghosts. Now he must figure out how to put an evil spirit to rest—or die trying.
Once an athlete and popular kid, Alex is in a terrible car accident that
severely injures his hip and leaves him with a rare power: he can hear and see ghosts. All Alex wants is
to be normal. But when a malevolent spirit begins haunting him, Alex must accept his unwanted psychic
powers and work with his best friend, his paranormal investigator cousin, and two friendly spirits to solve
the mystery of the bones in the wall and put the vicious ghost to rest. If he fails, he’ll lose his family and
friends to a gruesome fate.
“An inventive, fast-paced tale brimming with chills, thrills, and heart.
Perfect for fans of Lockwood & Co.”— Henry H. Neff, author of The Tapestry series
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Susan McCauley was born and raised on the gulf coast of Texas, not far from Houston. She spent several years in Los Angeles, California acting, writing, and teaching college English. In 2002, she moved to London to further explore professional theater. While in London, her stage adaptation of Nikolai Gogol’s “The Nose” was performed at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art’s George Bernard Shaw Theatre; and, scenes from her play The Prisoner: Princess Elizabeth were performed at HMS Tower of London. She returned to the U.S. in 2005. In 2007, she was the line producer of the Emmy Award nominated Civil War short film Now & Forever Yours: Letters to an Old Soldier. She has had short stories published in several anthologies, and her short story, “The Cask,” was made into an award winning short film. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads Everyone should check-in with voice actor Maxwell Glick (who did the audiobook for Ghost Hunters). Max will be doing a giveaway (or two) on his YouTube channel (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJOsLGRR6_Y0X4LfDxBoaTg ) and/or his Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/mrcheezypop/ )!!
Sam’s Folly
Midnight Sons Book 1
by Carmen DeSousa
Genre: Romantic Suspense
When a bigwig fight promoter needs someone to search for his missing
fiancée, he hires expert tracker Sam Belgarde and his search dogs. Sam is more than a little reluctant.
His family’s company, Search and Rescue Alaska, is in financial trouble, though, so if searching for a
spoiled socialite will save it, then he’s willing to break the rules—just this once.
After witnessing a murder, Nora Molina needs to get away—fast—and her
best hope to escape without her passport is Alaska. A native of Argentina, Nora’s accustomed to harsh
winters and high elevation, so she gets more than a little irritated when some tracker thinks she needs
rescuing. Even if he is get-out sexy. And even if he’s the guy she stood up before leaving town. It’s going
to be a long few days.
When an unexpected storm rolls in, Sam and Nora find themselves in
each other’s arms—to keep warm. Things get a little too hot when it’s clear someone wants the two of
them to stay lost—permanently.
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Alex’s Atonement
Midnight Sons Book 2
Alex Belgarde has carried the culpability of his father’s death for more
than ten years. Every year, as his family’s company falls deeper into debt, the guilt eats away more of his
soul until there’s only one answer. Prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice to save his father’s legacy,
Alex takes off on a frigid winter day with no radio and very little fuel in his seaplane. He’s using up the
last of his reserve tank, preparing to drop from the sky, when he sees plane wreckage below.
Irene Rose has spent her life chasing her dream. But after a possible
terminal diagnosis, she realizes how lonely her life has become and is ready to forgive her sister and beg
for her family’s forgiveness. Instead of arriving on the island of her birth, Irene finds herself stranded in
the Alaskan wilderness. Unbeknownst to her, the pilot for the plane she chartered was a drug runner, so
he didn’t alert authorities as they crashed.
While Alex’s illogical idea to save his father’s company is thwarted
because of his obligation to help others, he finds purpose in offering aid to the beautiful and intelligent
Irene. The attraction is mutual until Irene persuades Alex to tell her the real reason he can’t simply fly
them to safety or call for help. Now the two castaways will have to fight the harsh winter elements, as
well as the drug smugglers who lost their cargo in the wreck, if they want to make it home alive. Not easy
tasks when Irene refuses to trust Alex to get her home safely. She simply can’t get over the fact that as
talented, tough, and tantalizing as he is that he was going to throw his life away when hers will probably
be cut short. For the first time in his life, Alex will have to face his demons instead of running from them
in order to win the girl and prove to himself that he’s a real hero.
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Vince’s Chance
Midnight Sons Book 3
Vince Kolya inherited only one trait from his biological father: a need to be
on the sea. The rest of his life he has tried to emulate what he learned from his unofficial adopted family,
the Belgardes: dedicating his life to helping others instead of abusing them. Unfortunately, he’s yet to
find a woman who wants the same things he does in life. It’s bad enough that his wife left him, but she
also failed to make his boat payments while he was on a three-month stint. Giving up on relationships,
Vince throws himself into working with his family’s search & rescue team. Highest on his to-do list,
though, is saving money to buy another boat so he can get back on the water, away from the reminders
of his abusive past.
Now that her father is dead and buried, Valery Yura is coming home to
her beloved state of Alaska in hopes that moving her troubled son to the place where she grew up will
transform him into the loving young man he once was. The last thing she needs is a distraction,
especially when it comes in the form of the gorgeous man she’s loved her entire life—Vince. A few too
many drinks and sexy dancing on the dock, and she’s repeating ancient history, a situation she can’t
allow, so she runs from his bed. When her son goes missing after a fishing excursion, Valery feels that
the authorities aren’t doing everything possible. Although she’s resigned herself to never seeing Vince
again, she needs his help.
As much as Vince tries to hold onto his feelings of anger and
abandonment, knowing it’s paramount to protecting his heart, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper
for Valery as they search for her lost son. The only way to win her love is to be her hero and find her son,
but that hope fades when the authorities call off the search. Determined to give Valery closure and win
back her heart, Vince embarks on an all-out manhunt for the missing boy. What he discovers, though,
might be a death warrant for him and the woman he can’t lose again.
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Carmen DeSousa’s stories overflow with romance, suspense, a hint of humor and, of course, a few Kleenex moments. After all, what would a great story be without an emotional event setting the stage? All of her novels are sensual but not erotic, gripping but not graphic, and will make you cry, laugh, love, and hope. Although some of her books include supernatural or ghostly beings, her stories dance on the edge of make believe. As most authors, Carmen blames her leap into a full-time career as a professional writer on her love of reading. She states that reading has always been an escape for her. When life was rough as a child, she could always disappear into a book. But she found something else too… She discovered that writing out her thoughts was therapeutic. Not only could she create hope for her protagonists, but she could also do away with her antagonists–legally. Carmen currently lives in “The Heart of Arizona” with her husband of twenty-nine years and a very spoiled “rescued” calico they lovingly refer to as “Baby Kitty,” even though she’s twelve years old. Carmen and her husband love to experience different areas, so they move a lot. They’ve lived on both of Florida’s coasts: Cocoa Beach and Tampa Bay; Charlotte, North Carolina; Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; Chicago, Illinois; Bullhead City, Arizona, the Northern Central Valley of California, and now Arizona’s high desert. They’re always looking for their next adventure, so they travel every chance they get. If you’ve read about a place in one of Carmen’s stories, she’s been there! Most of her novels share her favorite hobbies, mostly, anything to do with the great outdoors. Both Carmen and her husband not only write, but also love to read outside–or a coffee shop if it’s raining. And if the weather is really nice, they enjoy kayaking and hiking. Carmen says they rarely spend their days off at a movie theater or the mall. In fact, she hates shopping, and her husband would rather do anything than take her to a movie when she’s already read the book. Website * Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
Defying the Relic Hunter
Coletti Warlord Series Book 11
by Gail Koger
Genre: SciFi Romance, Adventure
Kizzy sees dead people, but she’s a thief and talking to dead folks is
about as useful as a three-legged horse. The Dragos clan booted her out when her year’s take was a
lousy five hundred and sixty credits. The only way back in is to pull off a million-credit heist. Alone.
When Kizzy’s jobs as a roadkill collector and medical test subject goes
south, she decides taking Montezuma’s gold away from an Indiana Jones wannabe will be easy.
The snag? The Indiana Jones wannabe is Ethan Jones, a dangerous
Coletti Warlord. Now that she’s caught his attention, he’s determined to capture her as his prize.
Can the ghost whisperer defeat the big, bad Warlord?
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About Face
Love in the Suburbs #1
by D.E. Haggerty
Genre: Romantic Comedy
My grandma is trying to hook me up.
To be painfully specific, my seventy-five-year-old grandmother thinks a
little hanky-panky would cheer me up. Direct quote. Since I’m currently living with her, I can’t escape the
endless line of grandchildren of friends who keep ‘dropping by’ for dinner. Literally, I can’t escape. I can
barely manage the trek to the dining room at this point.
While Grandma’s determined to find me a husband, I’m determined to
learn how to walk again so I can walk away from her matchmaking skills. Spoiler alert: She has no
matchmaking skills.
But then I get a brilliant idea. I can fake date my physical therapist. Only
he wants a real date. Gulp. A real date with me? Is he for real? I’m no longer the stylish girl with the
glamorous job. Now, I’m a woman with a shattered leg and a scarred face.
If I’m going to learn to live with my new reality and give love a chance, my
attitude needs to do an about-face. Easier said than done.
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At Arm’s Length
Love in the Suburbs #2
Jackson Schmidt is the biggest jerkity jerk ever. They should totally erect
a statue to commemorate his jerkityness, jerkdom— Uggh! There are literally not enough words for ‘jerk’
to depict the man.
Unfortunately, Jackson is also the most gorgeous specimen of manhood
I’ve ever laid eyes on. One look at him and I want to jump and climb him like a tree. But whenever he
opens his mouth, his status as the biggest bastard on the planet is immediately reinstated. It’s impossible
for the man to say anything remotely nice – at least not to me. To my best friend, though? To her, he’s
Mr. Perfect Gentleman. Did I mention he’s carrying a torch for my engaged best friend?
My libido does not give one flying hoot Jackson is a dick who has a crush
on my bestie. Nope. Not at all. No matter how much of a schmuck the man is – and trust me he takes
schmuck to the next level – I continue to pant after him like a nerdy freshman crushing on the prom king.
If I want to keep my sanity, I’m going to have to keep Jackson at arm’s length.
Sanity is totally overrated.
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Hands Off
Love in the Suburbs #3
I am done with men. D – O – N – E. DONE!
I don’t care how much billionaire Roman Cadwell pushes (and, oh boy,
does the sexy man push ALL my buttons), I am not dating him. Especially not when he’s wearing a
golden band around his ring finger. I do not get involved with married men. Call it my line in the sand. If a
man can’t be faithful, I want not one single thing to do with him.
But what if Roman isn’t really married? What then? No, no, no. I will not
fall into Lying McLiarson’s trap.
Only every time the man touches me, my body forgets I’m a good girl and
wants to give in. Hands off, Mr. Lying Pants, before I forget I’m a good girl.
Although – no one said I had to be a good girl forever.
Author’s Note: This romantic comedy contains absolutely, positively NO
cheating. None. But it does have a whole bunch of witty dialogue and a super sweet happily ever after.
And maybe more drama than the author originally intended. What can she say? The characters have
minds of their own.
Hands Off is book 3 of the Love in the Suburbs series but can be read as
a standalone.
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I grew up reading everything I could get my grubby hands on, from my
mom’s Harlequin romances, to Nancy Drew, to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library
book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which
have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free
time to write and read, although on the odd occasion I did manage to sneak a book into my rucksack
between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I
went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands
before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted,
fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the
attic before returning to the law. But practicing law really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off
to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out running a B&B wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that
manuscript languishing in the attic before following the husband to Istanbul where I decided to give the
whole writer-thing a go. But ten years was too many to stay away from my adopted home. I packed up
again and moved to The Hague where, in between tennis matches and failing to save the world, I’m
currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.
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“Now, young man.” I chuckle. Bert is not young by anyone’s measure except Grandma’s. Based on his
receding hairline and the white tinting his beard, I’m guessing he’s somewhere in his late thirties if not
older. “What’s this about you having a girlfriend?”
Bert, who just stuffed a huge portion of pork chop into his mouth, chokes but holds his hand up when
Grandma stands and pulls her arm back as if to whack him on the back. He takes a drink of water and
manages to swallow his food. “My grandmother Alma doesn’t approve of my relationship.”
“Why not?” Grandma asks as she sits down. “Are you a homosexual? Do you need me to talk to Alma?
She should know better in this day and age than to discriminate against you gays.”
Bert starts choking all over again. This time on mere air. When he gets control of himself, he shakes his
head. “Um, no. I’m not gay. I have a girlfriend,” he explains making sure to emphasize ‘girl’.
“Why doesn’t she approve of your relationship?” I ask before Grandma can start on some other inane
theory.
“My girlfriend is in prison.”
My eyes widen at his answer. I can honestly admit of the dozen scenarios running through my head –
drug dealer, too young, single mother – ‘girlfriend in prison’ never entered the realm of possibilities.
“What’s she in for?” His lips turn down at my question. “What? Is it not proper etiquette to ask?” Like I
care. I will find out what crimes his girlfriend committed.
He shrugs. “I guess I can tell you as you’ll probably never meet Shayla. She was arrested for intent to
distribute drugs.”
My mouth gapes open. “Your girlfriend is a drug dealer?”
Bert’s eyes narrow on me. “No, she is not. She has a problem with addiction for which she’s being
treated.”
Sure, she’s not. “Does she get treatment in prison?”
“She’s going to NA.”
I nod. NA is better than nothing I guess, although I wouldn’t be surprised if she was ordered to attend NA
as part of her sentence. Wow. These blind dates are making me cynical. I take a bite of pork chop as I
consider my next question. “How did you two meet?”
“Online.”
“Like online dating before she went to prison or…” I trail off when I see him shaking his head.
“No, I met her on this website for dating prisoners.” There’s a website for dating prisoners? People, who
are not in prison purposefully choose to find a prisoner to date? Fascinating. I have to find this website.
Maybe his girlfriend is still listed on there.
“But you have met her in person, right?”
“Of course.” Bert smiles. “I drive down to the prison about once a month to visit her.”
I lean forward and whisper. “Can you like touch each other and kiss and stuff when you visit?” Is it rude
to ask someone if they can have sex with their prisoner girlfriend at the dinner table? I sneak a peek at
Grandma whose mouth is hanging open as she stares at Bert. Okay, probably not best to ask about sex
then.
Bert’s face goes nuclear red. Even the tips of his ears are red. It’s kind of adorable. “Not really. But she’s
out soon…” The implication is clear. He can’t wait to do the horizontal mumbo jumbo with his prisoner
girlfriend.
Grandma clears her throat and stops any further questions of which I have about a gazillion. I’ve never
met anyone who dated a prisoner before. I don’t think I even know anyone who’s been to jail, let alone
prison. I’m intrigued.
“What about in the meantime?” Grandma asks.
“In the meantime? What do you mean?” Bert asks, but I have a sneaking suspicion where Grandma is
going with this line of inquiry and I don’t like it one bit.
“Don’t you need some female companionship since your girl is … um …. unavailable?”
Oh my god! Is my grandma trying to pimp me out?
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