The Hitcher by Ditter Kellen Genre: Psychological Thriller
Five bodies. One serial killer. And a terrified woman’s will to survive… Tina Duggar lives a quiet life in Bay County, Florida, working for animal control and spending time with her significant other, Investigator Mike Parker. But a road trip with two of her closest friends takes a deadly turn after they pick up a mysterious blue-eyed hitcher…and Tina’s life is suddenly shattered. Her fun outing turns into a bloodbath as the hitcher begins brutally slaughtering innocent girls along the interstate, forcing Tina to watch. Saving her for last… With her time running out and the police, the FBI, and even Mike himself desperately searching for her, Tina is forced into a terrifying game of wits with one of the most horrific serial killers Florida has seen since Bundy. But will she survive the twisted mind of… the hitcher? *****Warning***** This book contains scenes that some might find difficult to read. Purchase with caution. Goodreads * Amazon
Silence of the Whippoorwill by Ditter Kellen Genre: Psychological Thriller
Vengeance is mine… Legend has it, when the whippoorwill sings, death is soon to follow… But Detective Breezy Anderson doesn’t believe in myths. Until a hiking trip to the mountains of Arkansas with some friends, takes a dangerous turn. Breezy soon discovers, they’re not alone. A group of crazed psychopaths are hunting them, picking them off one by one. With no hope of escape, Breezy is forced into a cat-and-mouse game of death and survival. But her attackers made one mistake. They left her alive… *****WARNING***** This book contains violent scenes that may be considered offensive to some readers. Purchase with caution. Goodreads * Amazon
Ditter Kellen is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Mystery/Thriller/Suspense/Crime Fiction Novels. She loves spinning edgy, heart-pounding mysteries that will leave you guessing until the very end. That includes psychological thrillers with a touch of horror, as well as family drama laced with murder and jaw dropping scenes, some might find difficult to read. Ditter resides in Alabama with her husband and many unique farm animals. She adores French fries and her phone is permanently attached to her ear. Website * Newsletter * Facebook * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
Throne of Silver The Silver Fae Book 1 by K.B. Anne Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Meet Starr Bishop, the girl next door. Well, if the girl next door can deliver a dropkick to the throat and is possibly supernatural. A secret organization wants me as an assassin. Me, kill someone? No way. The General also hints that I’m a superior being—whatever the hell that means. But it might explain the strange flickering thing that’s been happening to me lately. And then there’s Christian, the goth-loner who casts disdainful glares in my direction like it’s his day job. When I go missing, he goes all superhero and finds me. And what’s with his eyes changing shape when he doesn’t think I’m looking at him? Now there’s this crazy-ass chemistry between us, but I must deny my feelings. Christian is a complication, and my life is complicated enough. If I give in, I could put both of our lives at risk, and I’ve already lost two friends because of the Organization. But when Christian goes missing, I follow him into a world of deception, lies, and secret realms. No worries. I’ve got this. After all, the General wanted me as an assassin. If I can learn to tap into my true nature, I can kick the Organization’s ass. The trouble is, the Organization will stop at nothing to pick up their top recruit. Will I figure out what superior being I am before it’s too late? If you like Linsey Hall, CN Crawford, Chandelle LeVaun, Leia Stone, Michelle Maddow, McKenzie Hunter, and Jaymin Eve, you’ll love the highly addictive Silver Fae series. Goodreads * Amazon
Silver Fae Hunter The Silver Fae Book 2
Fae aren’t real, right? Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself. But when my grandparents locked me in the library, thanks for that by the way, I remembered things from my childhood, back when my dad was still alive. Things like silver thrones, pointed ears, and fangs. Christian and I knew we couldn’t fight the Organization on our own. We needed help. Di, a mutual friend and anti-everything is a no- brainer, plus her taser will come in handy. Frank, my absolute best friend will put his life on the line for me. Ben and Coda, not to be outdone by also swore their allegiance. Christian’s the only hold out. He knows what the Organization is capable of and has the beaten body to prove it, but when I want something, I usually get it. And now, though I keep denying my “other” nature, every time I get angry, each time I feel too much, the flickering happens. My Fae side wants to break out. Will Christian, Frank, Di, and the rest of the team accept me when they find out what I am? Life becomes tense on the Qualla Boundary, sparks fly, and the Organization is about to smash in our door. Inspired by the Eastern Band of Cherokee legends, bestselling author KB Anne weaves a stunning, high-stakes tale of alliances and deceptions, characters who aren’t what they seem, and secrets that could change everything in the urban fantasy Silver Fae trilogy.Check out the new series for fans of Sarah J. Maas, Marie Lu, Shannon Mayer, Linsey Hall, Leia Stone, Michelle Maddow, McKenzie Hunter, Jaymin Eve, and CN Crawford.Goodreads * Amazon
Heir of Wings and Shadows The Silver Fae Book 3 Betrayal cuts deep. A Starr gone. A team betrayed. You never know who your true friends are until a gun’s pointed at you. One will take a bullet, and the other will pull the trigger. I learned that lesson the hard way. When the Organization decided they wanted me as an assassin, life took a dive in the deep end. One, I learned I’m a Silverlain and evidently, a faerie princess. Two, there was a secret cult run by Jerry White but somehow related to the Organization and my grandparents who all wanted me as their own personal…I don’t know what. And three, Christian, well Christian betrayed me. I trusted him, believed in him, loved him, and he tossed that love in the garbage and aligned himself with Sami and Jovie instead. Did I mention they’re still alive and want me dead? You’d think I’d sleep easier at night, but not so much. Christian’s betrayal hurt me. I will never give my heart away to anyone ever again, and since I’m jailed by the Organization, I will become the Fae assassin they want me to be. But Treadwell better watch his throat because if I get close to him, I will rip it out myself. Sami is one of my guards. Talk about unfortunate circumstances.. But don’t worry, I’ll create my own team, albeit I won’t be able to trust any of them, but on the plus side, I’ll get my revenge. After all, I am the Heir of Wings and Shadow. Inspired by the Eastern Band of Cherokee legends, bestselling author KB Anne weaves a stunning, high-stakes tale of alliances and deceptions, characters who aren’t what they seem, and secrets that could change everything in the urban fantasy Silver Fae trilogy.Check out the new series for fans of Sarah J. Maas, Marie Lu, Shannon Mayer, Linsey Hall, Leia Stone, Michelle Maddow, McKenzie Hunter, Jaymin Eve, and CN Crawford.Goodreads * Amazon
Silver Shift A Silver Fae Novella
A part-Cherokee goth loner. A Peroxide Barbie. What possibly could they have in common? Turns out a whole lot more than crazy-ass chemistry–or is it electricity? Christian Evergood tries everything to ignore the girl who reminds him of his past, but when Starr goes missing, he must find her. He’ll hide his true nature from her for as long as he can, but eventually he’ll need to tell her. He’ll use stories of his people to lay the groundwork for revealing his secret, but the Organization has other plans for him. Inspired by the Eastern Band of Cherokee legends, bestselling author KB Anne weaves a stunning, high-stakes tale of alliances and deceptions, characters who aren’t what they seem, and secrets that could change everything in the urban fantasy Silver Fae trilogy. Silver Shift, A Silver Fae Novella, can be read as a prequel, book 1.5, or a standalone. Goodreads * Amazon
KB once smashed into a tree while skiing. The accident led to a concussion, a cracked sternum, temporary notoriety as a sixth grader returned from the dead, and the realization that fictionalized accounts are way more interesting than just slipping on the ice. Website * Facebook * ReadersGroup * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads
Undying Witch A Dysfunctional Family of Witches Prequel by B. Austin Genre: Dark Fantasy
“I will live forever. If I could make you, my daughter, live longer than a human, I would. I do not want to be alone again.” A 97-YEAR-OLD FORTUNE-TELLER DISCOVERS THE MAGIC TO BE YOUNG AND LIVE FOREVER. DIMA seems doomed to live a life of poverty until she steals the Starostavne Books of Magical Spells and Enchantments. Monks wrote the wizardry books centuries ago. In the Tree of Life Magic and Time Spells book, Dima learns the secret of never aging. Years later, Dima’s teenage daughter resents a mother who is 112 years old but shifts into a woman young enough to be her sister. MEDEA loathes a mother who loves her 17 cats more than she does her daughter. Medea despises a mother who claims all witchcraft as her magic and treats her daughter like a slave. In secret, Medea develops her own sorcery. PLEASE NOTE: This is a standalone book in this series and does not have to be read first or in any other particular order. **Get it FREE June 22nd – 26th!!** Goodreads * AmazonComing Soon!
The Witch With Nine Lives A Dysfunctional Family of Witches Book 1
MEDEA TURNS INTO A CAT AT NIGHT, due to her mother’s curse. In Undying Witch, DIMA found a shapeshifting stone. She is 130-years-old but appears to be 18, the same age as her two daughters. Medea works in the family witchcraft business of fortune-telling, seances, and other witchery-for-hire. NIKKI works as a maid. Medea is tortured by a secret that can destroy the sisterly tie between her and Nikki. Her sister was born a Marilyn-Monroe lookalike. Despite her beauty, jealousy eats away at Nikki because her mother and sister have magic. Nor is Nikki allowed near the books of spells, enchantments, and potions Dima stole from Russian monks. Unknown to her family, Nikki, is developing a magical gift which she cannot control, a sorcery that will threaten Medea and pit two powerful sisters against each other. (Please note: This is a standalone series. The books can be read in any order.) Goodreads * Amazon
B. Austin writes Science Fiction and Fantasy, spellbinding tales filled with suspense, mystery, and unique magic. She loves creating future worlds with cool technology. B writes under two other names. BELINDA AUSTIN writes Psychological Thrillers, Suspense, and Hysterical Fiction. BELINDA V. GARCIA has written award- winning Historical Fiction and middle-grade fantasy. Before writing fiction full time, B. Austin was a Computer Programmer, Web Developer, and Software Engineer. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in Applied Mathematics. If you are still curious about Belinda, she has written a series of memoirs entitled: MEMOIRS OF A BIGAMIST’S DAUGHTER. She thanks you humbly for your interest. In her own words: “I would like to have a dinner party on Halloween with all my fans, and Edgar Allan Poe as guest of honor. I fell in love with his writing when I was a kid. We will have chocolate cake, chocolate-covered strawberries, and fudge for dessert. With bated breath, we will ask Eddie the real story of how he died. Everyone loves a good horror tale.” Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
Ninety-eight-year-old Dima clutched the rock, spinning like a young woman. She would die remembering herself dancing in St. Petersburg Square. She closed her eyes, clenching the volcanic rock, feeling the stone shudder beneath her touch. She saw herself once more, with lush hair brushing her ankles. On a warm day, she would dance naked in the allies, her hair covering her breasts like Lady Godiva. She would twirl, slapping the men’s faces with her golden locks and driving them wild. “Those were the good days.” Dima would die singing. She sang out loud the song Those Were the Days composed by Boris Fomin. The song was about remembered youth and romantic ideals. She was getting dizzy and feared falling. She did not want to die in pain with broken bones. Dima stopped spinning. What the…? How could this…be? Are these my hands, smooth and young with no wrinkles? Her legs were smooth, shapely, and tall. Her back was straight and her breasts…ooh-la-la, could she attract the men with these twin firm beauties! There was no sagging under her arms. She shoved her hands under her buttocks and squeezed. Her Butt was hard as a rock. She patted a hand under her chin which was no longer almost touching her chest but was firm. Dima ran out of the House of the Tragic Poet with the volcanic rock, no make that shape- shifting rock, clutched in her hand. The ruins were especially eerie because the site closed at five o-clock. All the tourists were gone.
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Until the End Final Hour Book 3 by Juno Rushdan Genre: Romantic Thriller
He’s strong. Fierce. Relentless. And he may be her only chance of surviving the night. Gray Box operative Castle Kinkade always gets the job done, no matter how tough the assignment. But when he agrees to protect white-hat hacker Kit Westcott, Castle’s loyalty is tested like never before. Trapped in the closest of quarters, protective instincts flaring, he can feel the ice surrounding his heart melt…and he knows he’d do anything to keep Kit safe. Even defy the rules that shaped his life. Castle is the last person Kit should confide in, let alone be attracted to, but he’s the only ally she has left. Under threat of imminent attack—and a chilling conspiracy that hits too close to home—Castle and Kit are forced to put their hearts and lives on the line…and stop at nothing to face the greatest danger the world has ever known. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo
Nothing to Fear Final Hour Book 2
The clock is ticking Fearsome Gray Box operative Gideon Stone is devoted to his work and his team. He’s never given reason to doubt his loyalty…until he’s tasked with investigating Willow Harper, a beguiling cryptologist suspected of selling deadly bio-agents on the black market. He knows she’s innocent. He knows she’s being framed. And he knows that without him, Willow will be dead before sunrise. Thrust into the crossfire of an insidious international conspiracy, Gideon will do anything to keep Willow safe…even if that means waging war against his own. With time running out, an unlikely bond pushes limits—and forges loyalties. Every move they make counts. And the real traitor is always watching… **On Sale for only $1.99 June 9th-22nd!! **
An Amazon Best Book of 2019 So Far! “Juno Rushdan is the real deal. Every Last Breath is an electric combination of heart-stopping thriller and swoon-worthy romance.”—LEXI BLAKE, New York Times bestselling author 48 hours, 2 covert operatives, 1 chance to get it right Maddox Kinkade is an expert at managing the impossible. Tasked with neutralizing a lethal bioweapon, she turns to the one person capable of helping her stop the threat of pandemic in time: the love of her life, back from the dead and mad as hell at her supposed betrayal. Recruiting Cole to save millions of lives may be harder than resisting the attraction still burning between them, but Maddox will do whatever it takes…even if it destroys her. When Maddox crashes back into Cole Matthews’ life, he wants to fight back. He wants to hate her. But the crisis is too strong to ignore, and soon the two former lovers find themselves working side-by-side in a breakneck race to stop a world-class killer with a secret that could end everything. The clock is ticking. A race-against-time romantic thriller, perfect for fans of JD Robb and Mary Burton! **Get it FREE June 9th-22nd!!**
Juno is a veteran Air Force Intelligence Officer who writes romantic thrillers with sizzle, pulse-pounding suspense, and plenty of action. Her stories are about strong heroes and gutsy heroines fighting for their lives as well as their happily-ever-after. Expect an intense emotional journey and a thrill ride to keep you turning the pages. A native New Yorker, she currently lives in the Washington, DC area with her patient husband, two vivacious kids, and a spoiled rescue dog. Juno loves hanging out with readers and anyone friendly over a great glass of wine. The Final Hour series features a covert, off-the-books unit sanctioned to operate beyond the black and white constraints of other intelligence agencies. They work in the shadows safeguarding national security. When a horrifying conspiracy hits too close to home, they’re the last line of defense. They’ll do anything to keep their country safe and sacrifice everything for the ones they love. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
Castle’s blood pressure was so high he could hear the rush of it. Kit was a liar. A habitual, no, pathological, no, no, compulsive liar! His gut churned with white- hot anger, but the sucker punch of betrayal was worse. She was innocent of collusion with terrorists. That much he believed. But he could only buy stock in eighty percent of what came out of her mouth. And it wouldn’t be so bad if the remaining twenty percent wasn’t going to get them killed. He sharpened his focus on the task at hand. They were going to get through this, alive, so he could strangle her later. Castle held on to her waist as he guided her to swing one leg over the side, followed by the other. The breeze blew her dress up higher than appropriate and he caught an indecent glimpse of her ass. Sweeter than he’d imagined. She stared up at him with those crazy-beautiful eyes, trying to suck him back in. Damn it to hell, why did he enjoy touching her so much? Why had it taken every ounce of strength in him not to kiss her back earlier when she was shivering in his bed, pressed up against him, wearing nothing but his T-shirt? Why did he still want to kiss her? “Put your toes on the tiny lip,” he said, referring to the barely-there ledge, keeping his voice controlled, low. “Tiny is an overstatement.” She struggled to get her footing stable, her thin-soled shoes slipping around with no treads, but he held onto her. “I won’t let you fall, Kit.” Her anxious gaze locked onto his and narrowed. “I know. You want the pleasure of killing me yourself.” And why oh why did her sassy remarks not only torque him tighter and tighter but also turn him on brighter than a popped flare in the pitch-black night? “You probably want to use your bare hands around my throat,” she said. “So you’re a psychic liar. I was trying to pinpoint how to classify you, but I don’t think that one is listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental Disorders.” “Whatev—” She swallowed the rest of the word, controlling her tongue before she pushed him from peeved to righteously pissed. About time she advanced to Go and collected a clue. “Those shoes are a problem,” he said. She’d be better off barefoot out here. He took another look at the six-inch thick wall separating her bedroom balcony from the main one and sized up the length of her arm span. Holding on to one balcony and reaching over to grasp the other might prove tricky for her. Doing it at night in those slippery shoes was suicide. He gestured for her to come back and helped lift her over the rail.
“Climb on.” He knelt. “I’ll piggyback you over.” For once, she simply did as he told her. No smart-ass remark, no protests. No questions. Maybe she did trust him, at least in this. Standing upright, he adjusted her weight on his back, getting it balanced. “Hold on tight.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and clamped her arms around his neck in a choke hold. “Not that tight,” he hissed, shooting a quick glance over his shoulder at the door. The curtain was in place, giving them precious minutes—perhaps only seconds—that might mean the difference between success and death. He swung his leg over the side and shimmied across the ledge. The curtain rustled. Their time just ran out. He stepped up the pace, reaching across the wall to the other side as the drapes were drawn. Castle stared at a man wearing glasses. His gaze was hard and pitiless. He matched Kit’s description of Bravo. Castle wouldn’t be able to draw his weapon until they were on the other side and he had a free hand. “Kit, reach into my holster and grab my gun?” “Wh-what? I’ll fall.” “You won’t.” “Oh God. I’m going to be sick. I can’t.” “You can. Trust me. They’re coming. Do it!” She fumbled inside his jacket, her body plastered to his, legs in a death grip around his waist, and drew his Maxim 9. The safety was already off. “Aim at the other balcony,” he said, “finger on the trigger, squeeze, and shoot at anything that moves.” A swish echoed in the wind as the balcony door opened. Kit screamed, ducking her head, cheek pressed against his neck, and started shooting, wild and erratic. For fuck’s sake. Were her eyes even open? Silencers on both sides softened the pop of the shots. Bits of stone from the concrete wall sprayed in the air. Bullets cracked by his head, too close for comfort. Castle hooked his leg on the rail of the living room balcony and rolled over, nearly knocking against the steel staircase that went up to the roof. He tucked Kit beneath him, using his body as a shield. “Please tell me your eyes were open when you fired?” “You said nothing about my eyes.” Wasn’t it implicit in the bit about aiming?
He snatched the gun from her, hopped to his feet, and aimed for the master bedroom balcony—with his eyes open. No sign of Bravo or any from his band of merry hitmen. Shit. “Change of plan.” Gripping her elbow, he hoisted her up. “They’re about to rush us, coming in through the living room doors. Can you swim?” She gulped and looked over the balcony. “Oh, sweet Lord. You want us to jump?” “Yes.” “What if we miss the pool?” “Push off from the railing when you jump. You won’t miss. Take off your shoes first so you don’t slip.” “Stop making everything sound so flipping easy. There’s four hundred feet between us and going splat.” She shoved the flats in her bag. “It’s more like forty feet.” He helped her stand up on the top of the balustrade. “Grip the handrail of the staircase.” He gestured to the metal bar right beside her. “Steady yourself.” “If we don’t die, we’ll break bones.” A distinct possibility. “Who’s the crybaby now? If we don’t jump, we don’t make it.” Once she was in place with stable footing, Castle trained the gun on the French doors, ready to lay waste to anyone who dared set foot on the balcony. “This plan sucks!” “Did I neglect to mention I have a degree in sucky planning?”
Professional photographer Dana Secrest has a secret and doesn’t even know it. When she storms from her best friend’s home on Christmas Eve-not the wisest decision she’s ever made – security contractor Sam Galdicar follows her to save her from her own hot temper and impulsive action. Upon arriving home, Dana discovers her apartment has been ransacked. Then an attempt is made on her life. She doesn’t know who’s trying to kill her or why, but Sam is determined to protect the woman whose eyes don’t need a camera to see the truth. This enemies-to-lovers, billionaire romance contains some explicit content that may be unsuitable for readers under 18 years old. Goodreads * Amazon
Holly Bargo never outgrew a love of fairy tales, legends, and myths. Or horses. However, one foot must remain firmly planted in the real world where Holly makes her living as a freelance writer and editor. She and her husband have two grown children and live on a southwest Ohio hobby farm with a menagerie indoor and outdoor animals. Holly enjoys hearing from readers and other authors and may be contacted via the Hen House Publishing website: www.henhousepublishing.com. When she’s not working on other people’s documents or reading, Holly finds time to transfer the voices in her head to paper … er … computer. If she doesn’t, there’s a definite possibility her mind will explode. And for those who might wonder from where the pseudonym of Holly Bargo came, it’s quite simple really. Horses. Namely an elegant and temperamental Appaloosa mare who has long since crossed the Rainbow Bridge and is fondly remembered for guarding toddler children and crushing a brand-new pager. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
Not for the first time, I regretted the choice to move to Chicago. I ruminated over my freelance business and thought that I’d managed to accumulate enough in savings to tide me over for a few lean months. I was earning enough to move back home to St. Paris, a minute speck of a village in southwest Ohio. I’d grown up in St. Paris, where the still-depressed economy hadn’t recovered like most of the nation and property values were low. I could buy or rent a place for less than I paid for my cheap apartment in the big city. And breathe clean air. A hand landed on my shoulder and spun me around. I gasped, shrieked, and struck out with both fists. Unfortunately, I’d never learned how to fight properly, so my assailant had little trouble avoiding my wild blows and restraining me. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” Sam Galdicar growled as I struggled against his grip. “Let me go, you goon,” I growled back at the big, burly bodyguard to handsome, occasionally charming, and always domineering gazillionaire Bradley Vermont. His hands tightened and I sneered, “Or are you going to beat me like Brad beats Sonya?” Either the words or the withering tone had the desired effect and he released me. I stumbled a step, turned around, and resumed walking. “He doesn’t beat her,” Sam said as he fell into step beside me. “Like hell, he doesn’t,” I retorted and muttered a profanity that insulted the man’s parentage and character and would have resulted in my mouth being washed out with soap if Dad were around to hear the vile words. “He doesn’t isolate her from her friends and family,” he added, trying to soften my harsh opinion without success. “If he did, you’d never see her.” We stopped at a crosswalk. I glanced at him. With his butter colored hair, square jaw, and cleft chin, he didn’t offend a woman’s eyes. His masculinity was rugged rather than pretty.
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