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Book Review The Granite Key

GK-Ecover-Bull-ExSmTitle: The Granite Key

Author: Nancy Wikarski

Genre: Archaeological Thriller

Purchase: Amazon

 

THE ARKANA SERIES: Archaeological Thrillers That Defy History
Volume One – The Granite Key

“Think ‘MEDIUM meets THE LOST SYMBOL’ and it only begins to describe the pleasures of THE GRANITE KEY – 5 Stars.” (Kindle Nation)

A Wake-Up Call
In a nightmare, nineteen year old Cassie Forsythe sees her sister attacked by a man in a cowboy hat who demands something called “the key.” Her nightmare mutates into reality before the night is over. Cassie is called to identify her sister’s body–murdered exactly as her dream foretold. Cassie dismisses her vision as a fluke and fights to get on with her life. Disconnected and aimless now that her only family is gone, she drifts until the evening when she catches the man in the cowboy hat ransacking her sister’s apartment. He bolts with an odd-looking stone cylinder–the granite key. From that moment, Cassie’s normal world evaporates.

A Secret Society
She learns that her sister led a double life–retrieving artifacts for a secret organization called the Arkana. The Arkana’s leader, an elder named Faye, explains that her group performs a controversial kind of archaeology. They scour the globe for evidence of ancient pre-patriarchal civilizations in hopes of salvaging the lost history of the world. Their network of troves safeguards artifacts from highly sophisticated goddess-worshipping cultures on every continent. Cassie’s sister had the psychic ability to touch an artifact and relive its past. Cassie has now inherited this gift. Faye wants the girl to take over her sister’s role in the organization. Cassie doubts her powers but agrees. Now an insider, she is transported to the Arkana’s mysterious underground vault in the countryside outside Chicago where the group tackles the mystery of her sister’s murder.

A Dangerous Cult
The Arkana learns that the man in the cowboy hat is a hired mercenary named Leroy Hunt and that he is working for a fundamentalist religious cult known as the Blessed Nephilim. He takes his orders directly from the cult’s domineering prophet–Abraham Metcalf. The granite key which Leroy stole is inscribed with hieroglyphics revealing the location of a mythological artifact reputed to have mystical powers–the Sage Stone. Although skeptical of its legendary capabilities, the Arkana is still afraid to allow the relic to fall into the cult’s hands. Abraham’s fanatical belief in the power of the Sage Stone could be the catalyst to start a war of religious genocide.

Unlocking The Key
Before she died, Cassie’s sister took photos of the strange markings on the granite key. The Arkana decodes the hieroglyphics which point to the ancient ruins of Minoan Crete as the hiding place of the Sage Stone. Faye hastily assembles a retrieval team including Cassie, her newly-appointed bodyguard Erik, and a British researcher named Griffin. The band of treasure hunters is mismatched and wildly dysfunctional from the start. Griffin has never gone on a field mission, Erik treats his inexperienced colleagues with contempt, and Cassie second-guesses her psychic hunches. She battles to prove herself to Erik at every turn. Their internal clashes rival the bigger crisis of what to do when they come face to face with their enemies.

A Matter Of Life Or Death
Even as they rake through megalithic tombs and Minoan palaces for clues, Abraham dispatches his son Daniel and hired gun Leroy Hunt to recover the Sage Stone. The Nephilim operatives won’t hesitate to kill anyone standing in their way. Will Cassie and her teammates avert global disaster or find themselves casualties of Abraham’s mania to exterminate the world of unbelievers? The Granite Key holds the answer.

I just finished Kate Moss’ “Labyrinth” the other week, and I was in the mood for something along those lines. I picked up The Granite Key thinking it would bear some resemblance, since it’s an archaeological thriller as well, and I was not dissapointed. The book’s pace is a lot faster than “Labyrinth”, which is a good thing, but apart from that, it handled some of the same topics: ancient mysteries hidden in the folds of time, a courageous main character thrown in the middle of all that, and a hint of the paranormal. The Granite Key certainly didn’t dissaponit.

Cassie’s sister passed away. Which would be terrible but not unusual, if it wasn’t for how Cassie witnessed her dead in a dream. Turns out that her sister had a magical ability related to artefacts. When touching them, she could see their past, and thus find out if they were authentic or not. Cassie has the same rare gift, a gift that would make her a powerful asset for a secret society called The Arkana. The Arkana has taken it upon themselves to scour the world for ancient artefacts, telling the oldest history of our world, a history of matriarchal civilizations and lost cultures. Cassie’s sister worked for them, and her dead was no accident, but murder. Now The Arkana wants Cassie to do their bidding as well.

With a hired gun on her back from a Nephilim organization that wishes to stop what The Arkana is doing, Cassie has little choice to cooperate. But what she finds as she travels the world for these mystical artifacts, is more unsettling than she ever thought possible.

Suspense, history, mythology and mystery all mixed in one – that’s my kind of read. The writing was a little off in the first chapter – the dream sequence didn’t convince me, and it’s a bit unoriginal – but really picked up after that. I loved all the scenes in the ancient tombs, and with The Arkana. Cassie made an interesting main character, but she’s only an asset of the story. The story doesn’t rise or fall with or without her, it’s about much more than her. In the fashion of books like “The Da Vinci Code” and “Labyrinth”, The Granite Key definitely deserves to be on your reading list.

August 27, 2013 at 8:01 am Leave a comment

Release Day Party Finding Amy

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We are Celebrating the release  day of romantic suspense novel Finding Amy. Come celebrate with us!

About Finding Amy

Finding Amy winterTitle: Finding Amy

Author: Carol Braswell

Genre: Romantic Suspense

What begins in Montana as routine for Texas Ranger Carson Garrett, quickly turns into a ‘run for your life’ chase in order to protect the two women and child he is returning to Texas.

How far would you go to protect the ones you love?

When Texas Ranger, Carson Garrett is assigned to locate and place in protective custody the wife of a man suspected of illegal activities with a Columbian drug lord, it turns into more than routine. The estranged husband has put out a hit on his wife and the only person who knows where she is hiding is her twin sister, Amy Summers.

Protecting the sister she loves may be the thing that destroys her…

It is a race against time for Carson to find Amy, convenience her of the imminent danger and get her to lead him to Jamie so he can escort both women and Jamie’s four-year-old child back to Texas.

Even if they make it can love on the run survive?

Besides the obvious problems of running from a man who is trying to kill them, Carson and Amy have an instant attraction to each other and it is clouding his usual sharp judgment and causing them both to make costly mistakes.

A determined hitman, a diabolical plan. There is only one way to stop them both…

Author Bio

I love to write. I love to put characters in situations that seems impossible to get out of. Almost. Then, out of the blue, along comes that sexy, breathtakingly, handsome hero who can and will save the day. Sometimes, (I like this part), it’s the heroine who steps up and saves the day. I love to write. Did I mention that? Anyway, I love mystery, suspense and the forever kind of love. When someone asks me, “what do you write?” I can’t say romance. It’s not that simple. I want action, adventure, suspense with caring, loving, sexy, characters that seem to find trouble wherever they go.
I am married to my real life sexy hero who finds my imagination intriguing, but refuses to read my books. Thank God. Our, live-at-home children greet us at the door with tongues hanging and tails wagging. They travel with us when we vacation and get depressed when we have to leave them. We have four grown children who live close enough for us to see often.

You can follow me on twitter – https://twitter.com/AuthorCarolB facebook;https://www.facebook.com/#!/carolbraswellauthor

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Links

Finding Amy     

Author Carol Braswell
www.carolbraswell.com

twitter @AuthorCarolB

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/carolbraswellauthor

Purchase a copy:

 

http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Amy-ebook/dp/B00EQNEIIC/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1377517755&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=caroll+braswel

 

August 26, 2013 at 12:36 pm 1 comment

Book Excerpt from Garrett’s Mulligan

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I’m hosting an excerpt from humor/mystery novel “Garrett’s Mulligan” today. Enjoy the excerpt!

Book Excerpt

Making their way into the higher dungeons, crossbows clicked quietly as the compound’s guards were encountered and dispatched. Charges were planted and slow burn fuses lit. These men worked well under pressure. No one had expected an easy mission, and most had wanted it that way. Thirty minutes was all the time they had to gain access to the upper cells, set their charges and get out while meeting the mission directives. The Prime directive was to bring down the gates of the compound. The second directive was to destroy the griffin stables and rider quarters. The Third directive and least important was to get the hostages out.

Rowgar climbed toward the last iron door leading into the upper compound.  Dousing the burning lantern beside the arch, the men backed against the tunnel walls and stood waiting in the darkness. From the other side of the door a high pitched voice uttered something indecipherable. The door opened and a thin attendant stepped onto the landing at the top of the stairs. He fell to the stone spilling lantern oil and blood as three crossbow quarrels hit him in the chest. Immediately, six of Rowgar’s Ravens were through the opening, crossbows firing as they cleared the guardroom.

Rowgar raised his hand and all movement ceased. “Ulas, take Vigor, Annette and the twins and go wake the good Warden. Tyas, I know you are itching to avenge your brother. Take Redford, Bellings, Night Soil and Johnny and level that damn griffin stable. The rest of the men and I will set our charges and hold the passage into the lower levels. Go now.” The men slipped from the room and into the prison without a word of acknowledgment.

Garrett’s Mulligan

garrettsmulliganfrontTitle: Garrett’s Mulligan

Author: Grant Reed

Genre: Humor / Fantasy / Mystery

At thirty-one Garrett Willigins has finally earned his private investigator’s badge. Unfortunately, the bills haven’t stopped coming and building a solid reputation won’t happen overnight. Forced to take employment wherever they can, Garrett and his miniature dragon partner Merle, must dirty their hands any way possible to make a buck. Shoveling manure, chasing cats, and dock duty seem to be the order of the day.
Working off back rent for a notorious gangster isn’t the safest of jobs on a good day, but when the other workers start turning up dead, Garrett finds himself elbow deep in a mystery that could spell a quick end to his short P.I. career.

Author Bio

SONY DSCGrant Reed has a background in business management, computer programming, and computer networking.  He would much rather be out fishing though, so he spends his time writing and working contract jobs. He lives in Lively Ontario, Canada with his wife Robin, and their two children Aidan and Megan

 

Links

Kindle:

http://www.amazon.com/Garretts-Mulligan-ebook/dp/B00DPI2ZPC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375275568&sr=8-1&keywords=garrett%27s+Mulligan

Paperback:

http://www.amazon.com/Garretts-Mulligan-Mr-Grant-Reed/dp/1477407723/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1375275701&sr=8-2&keywords=garrett%27s+Mulligan

Website:

http://www.reedboys.ca/

Author Page on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Grant-Reed/e/B007WKB2RG

August 22, 2013 at 3:57 pm Leave a comment

Book Excerpt from Jack Canon’s American Destiny

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I’m hosting an excerpt from “Jack Canon’s American Destiny”, a political thriller today. Enjoy the snippet!

Book Excerpt

Change is seldom easy, but moving into our new offices the final year of the campaign was anything but hard. Sandy decorated our campaign offices with style, comfortable furnishings, light- colored woods, and plenty of glass. She said her taste was as big as my pocketbook, and lucky for us, friends of the campaign had donated plenty of cash to do the job right.

Sandy popped her head around the door. Dressed in a black skirt and form-fitting zebra print blouse, she carefully positioned the toe end of her black stilettos toward the floor to keep the door from closing. I could just see the faint line between her toes as her foot was flexed.

We had a tight spring closer installed right after one of my senior staff accidentally left the door ajar. There are a lot of sensitive issues discussed in here we would never want the rest of the office to know.

“Jack, you’ve got senior staff in 20 minutes.” Sandy’s voice had an almost musical quality. She rarely spoke to me in anything but the most dulcet tones, a trait which matched her pleasing personality.

“Hey, Sandy,” I jumped up from my seat and moved quickly towards her.

“Come with me; I want to show you something.”

“What’s going on, Jack? You seem excited.”

I didn’t answer – instead I led her gently by the arm toward the seventh floor elevator. We passed several staff members busy working at their desks, each calling out like dominoes, one after the other, “Hey Jack.” I smiled and gave thumbs up as Sandy and I hurried past.

“Damn, the elevator’s busy; let’s take the stairs.”

“Do we have enough time, Jack?” Sounding concerned as we turned the corner.

Ignoring the question, I pushed open the door and started down the steps. Sandy had one hand gripping the cold metal railing and her other digging into my arm for support, luckily she had short nails. A couple of years ago, I mentioned I didn’t like the plastic ones she was wearing. The next day she came into the office, plopped both hands down on my desk, and said, “I cut my nails, Jack!”

It was hard for her to move fast in high heels with her skirt fitted snug just above the knee. She managed by holding tight to my arm, scuffing along, taking quick small steps.

“I’m parked on the third floor of the parking garage. Keep going; it’s only one more floor.”

“Jack, I’m out of breath,” Sandy said as I pushed open the door to P3.

We entered a large open area to see a shiny sports car parked alone.

“It’s my new car; you like it?”

“What is it?”

“It’s a car,” Teasing, knowing what she meant.

“I know it’s a car, what kind is it? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Don’t feel bad. I didn’t know either; I had to look it up. It’s French made, a Bugatti. The guy that delivered it said it’s one of a kind.”

Sitting before us was a machine that pushed the envelope to unreal. Lines so amazing it seemed to be in motion just standing still. The Bugatti Veyron is basically a street legal racecar. Exciting as all hell to drive. I never dreamed I’d own an automobile that could hit a top speed over 250 miles per hour. Truth is, before last night I didn’t even know I wanted one.

My version was custom painted black metallic with shiny chrome over dazzling wheel rims in a wave pattern over the single door. The porcelain moldings formed a body impossible to duplicate with steel alone. The styling was accentuated by a triple round grill that gave the car personality and elevated the handcrafted masterpiece to a work of art. To say this car was rare was an understatement; I’d seen only one similar car and that was in a magazine. The Bugatti was hot, a real head turner, all eyes were on it as I drove to the office this morning.

Sandy said, “It’s beautiful, Jack When did you get it?”

“They just dropped it off last night.” I ran around the car and opened the passenger side door for her.

“Sandy, get in. Let’s go for a spin around the block; we’ve got time.” She tried to enter, first sideways then lowering herself gracefully as far as she could. Instead, she ended up plopping down, practically falling into the very low seat. She crossed her legs, trying to get situated and buckled in. The seats were so steeply angled, they looked like twin toboggans racing downhill. Watching Sandy try to get comfortable, I thought cars like these are not made for long drives or tight skirts.

Sandy warned, “I hope you’re gonna take it easy, Jack?”

“Engine on,” I spoke. The car was outfitted with prototype voice activated control. The engine obeyed, immediately humming to a start. The understated throatiness of the exhaust stood in quiet contrast to all the glass packs out there trying to Sound Street tough. All the gauges lit blue and the dials went to the hilt before settling down. The windows looked like mirrors from the outside and the interior cabin was nearly sound proof.

“Hear that purr?” I revved up the 16 cylinder 1000 horsepower engine, flooring the accelerator several times, burying the tach.

“Look at this thing Sandy – it doesn’t red line until 12,000 rpm!”

Sandy was admiring the leather wrapped interior, running her hands over the dash settling on the round vent of the chrome airstream.

“We won’t need the air conditioner today,” I joked.

“You think? – It’s like 40 degrees outside; I should’ve brought a sweater. You hurried me out so fast I didn’t have time to think. “

I told her, “You won’t need it in here; the cabin heats up in seconds.” The car must have been equipped with some type of radiant heat system.

I flipped the dial and we were warm almost immediately.

Sandy said, “I wonder how they do that; I freeze waiting for my car to heat up. You know, Jack, I never thought I’d say this about a car, but this one is sexy… I guess some guys need this sort of thing.”

I sank back into the driver’s seat richly upholstered in a diamond patchwork of raised blond leather. The headrests had the Bugatti Logo richly embroidered to adorn the center. Everything in the cockpit was chrome or leather trimmed with a fragrant new car smell.

It’s always amused me that people are willing to pay many times the intrinsic value of an item just to obtain the status of a brand. This was not one of those times. We were seated in an example of excellence, worth every penny of the $1.6 million price tag. It wouldn’t have mattered what they called it.

Jack Canon’s American Destiny

6065346[1]Title: Jack Canon’s American Destiny

Author: Greg Sandora

Genre: Political Thriller

It’s the steamy summer of 2016 in Washington, D.C. just days before the Democratic National Convention. A long and painful recession has left ordinary Americans suffering, spawning the hottest Presidential Contest in history. Jack Canon, a man born into privilege, a witness to great social injustice is going to be President of the United States–no matter what! Desperate and corrupt, the leader of the free world orders a hit to slow him down. The plan backfires–the wrong people are dead–a manhunt points to the unthinkable–The President of the United States.
Rewind one year, Jack’s focus on redistribution of wealth and energy has made him powerful enemies. Once his friends, Rogue Billionaires, Oil Sheiks, the Mob, all want him gone. The current President wants him alive–thinking he can win against an unabridged liberal. A Universal Raw Nerve of wealth vs. poverty is exposed becoming a thrill ride as deep machinations of espionage, geo-politics and deception, even murder play out. Kind and charismatic, Jack’s just naughty enough to have you falling for him like one of his loving circle of loyal friends. Of course he’s flawed, a dedicated family man, faithful to one woman, but in love with two. Is it his fault his best friend is impossibly jaw dropping beautiful? Think the crime and passion of the Godfather meets the romance and innocence of Camelot. A story that could spark a movement, a book that can seed a revolution. A heart thumping climax so shocking you’ll pull the covers and draw the shades! One things for sure, through all the drama and suspense, you’ll be pulling for Jack!

Author Bio

3929240[1]_optI’m originally from the Portland, Maine area and lived and worked there for years before moving to Southwest Florida. I am currently working on the sequel to Jack Canon’s American Destiny – which will be titled Jack Canon Clean Sweep. The sequel will be available in about three months.
My Dad and Mom were artists, my father painted and my mother wrote poetry and loved to garden. Most Saturdays we loaded up the 1970 Chevy Impala to trek to a one man show somewhere or other. I took a different track graduating with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently a professional manager I am living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.
Some of my other projects include a children’s book called Sammy the Sea Turtle – about an infant sea turtle taken from his nest the night he was to find his way to the sea. Sammy lives with the family until their son – the boy who took him, graduates from high school. On that day Sammy, backpack in tow – begins the long journey home.
My second project in the works involves angels – a man during a visit to Bar Harbor Maine encounters an angel; quite accidentally, he is told – she was not supposed to make him aware of her existence. Only three others have ever seen the real thing. Naturally he falls hopelessly in love with the beautiful creature.

Links for purchase

http://amzn.com/B00BOE5KW4     for kindle

http://amzn.com/1939383250        for paperback

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jack-canons-american-destiny-greg-sandora/1114757963?ean=9781939383259  Barnes and Noble

August 21, 2013 at 12:03 am 2 comments

Book Excerpt from The Magistrate

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I’m hosting an excerpt from “The Magistrate”, a science fiction / lesbian romance novel today. The book sounds like an excellent read! Enjoy the snippet.

Book Excerpt

It’s after midnight, and in London’s Square Mile, that means a curfew is in effect. Only Magistrates and police have licenses to be out on the streets here after the stroke of twelve, and on her short walk home, Carmen only passes two City Police beat constables and a stray cat.

Though the Square Mile boundary isn’t protected by anything but warning signage, the restrictions are usually well adhered to. The automatic punishment for getting caught in the wrong place at the wrong time is a one month stretch in one of His Majesty’s prisons, and you’ve only got to see the inside of any prison once to know that you never want to go back there.

Besides, most who live outside the Square Mile wouldn’t be caught dead in it. To them, the Square Mile—home to the CPS headquarters—is little more than a cage for Magistrates and toffs, and Carmen still can’t quite believe that she’s a part of it. She should feel lucky. Instead, she feels like the first rat to leap from a sinking ship. She’s not an Eastender done good, she’s a deserter and a pretender.

Swiping her Authenticard at the main door of Victoria House, an apartment building on the corner of Tudor Street and Temple Avenue, in zone EC4, Carmen exchanges a smile with the night guard and hits the button for the lift.

On the third floor, her two bedroom flat is small—barely more than eight hundred square feet—but it’s everything she needs. The furniture is brand new, the walls and floors pristine, the countertops granite. If only it actually belonged to her.

No sooner is she through the front door and her flatmate, Eleri—the flat’s true owner—dashes toward her from the living room.

“Finally!” she squeals excitedly, clapping her hands together. “I was almost ready to leave without you.”

“Leave? To go where?”

Eleri snatches up Carmen’s hands and tries to get her to dance in the hallway.

“I’ve got the fidgets and I want to burn off some energy before bed.”

Despite Eleri’s best efforts to entice her into a waltz, Carmen remains reticent.

“Do we have to? I’m so coopered. Not to mention, it’s after midnight. What about the curfew?”

Eleri laughs. “We live so close to the boundary line, I can almost see it from my window. For Pete’s sake, I think we can make a run for it.”

“You want to dance so badly it’s worth risking a stretch at His Majesty’s pleasure?”

“Maybe you could be the one to detain me.” She slinks up to Carmen with a wicked smile and her arms outstretched, her wrists pressed together. “Handcuff me. That way, if the Old Bill sees us, you can say you’re executing a warrant.”

Carmen sighs.

Eleri’s right, though. The City Police—who are responsible only for maintaining order in the Square Mile—wouldn’t dare to question a Magistrate.

“Fine,” she relents, holding up her index finger. “One hour, and that’s your lot.”

Eleri clasps her hands together and bounces up and down on the spot. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” She shoves Carmen lightly toward her bedroom. “Now go on, get changed. You look like the grim reaper.”

“I am the grim reaper.”

Carmen feels like death, her black clothes a reflection of her mood. Eleri, on the other hand, couldn’t possibly be any livelier. Her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair is streaked with bright pink—matching the color of her lipstick. She’s wearing a strapless white satin bodice with faux lacing at the front and a hidden zipper at the side.

Her petticoat is three layers of pink and white ruffles, shorter in the front than in the back, and she’s paired it with a pair of thigh high white socks and white, patent leather high-heeled pumps—she looks like a music hall dancer. When she spins in circles to give Carmen the full picture, her skirt flares up, revealing a pair of hotpants and a homemade, lacy garter with a bow sewn onto the front.

They appear to be the same age—scarcely twenty—but Carmen feels so much older. Her mind weighs heavily, as though she’s aged about thirty years in the last eight, and the road to adulthood hasn’t been easy for her. In contrast, Eleri is so happy and carefree. Her exuberance for life makes Carmen feel like an inadequate stick in the mud.

Under pressure to enjoy herself, she rummages through her dresser for something appropriate to wear. As she does so, she senses Eleri lingering in the doorway behind her, watching her, deep in thought, waiting for right moment to spit out the words that are primed on the tip of her tongue.

“Did you off anyone today?”

There they are.

“Why are you asking me that?” Carmen pulls a purple lace corset out of a dresser drawer.

“I want to know.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I won’t break, you know.” She steps into the room and sits on the edge of Carmen’s bed. “I’m really not so fragile. I deal with this sort of thing all the time at the group sessions.”

Carmen strips to the waist, not at all self-conscious about baring herself in front of Eleri. “You’re still involved with that?”

“Three nights a week. Sometimes more.” She shrugs. “The CPS leaves behind a lot of grieving families.”

“You’re not a grief counselor, El—none of you are.” Carmen slips on the corset, lacing it up from the bottom. “Don’t you think you should leave it to the professionals?”

“The people who really need it don’t have the coin for it. Besides, our grief centre in Islington has reduced the suicide rate in that borough by almost fifteen percent. We’re doing good work, and we’ve petitioned the Ministry of Health to open another centre in Hackney.”

Silence.

Carmen doesn’t want to know the details. As far as she’s concerned, Eleri’s an outspoken political activist and the less she talks about her exploits the better. Continuing as if she’d never spoken, Carmen finishes lacing the corset, pulls a jacket off a hanger in the closet, and presents herself to Eleri with both palms turned upward.

“Good enough?”

Looking her up and down, Eleri slides off the bed with a smile. “I’ll make do with you.”

More silence.

Then, “It’s just a job, Carm. It’s not who you are.”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t plucked off the street and thrown into this life. You made choices to get where you are, but I just rolled with the punches. If I have an identity outside of this world, I don’t know what it is anymore.”

“You could always quit.”

“I have nothing to fall back on.”

Eleri hangs her head, her brow furrowed and her lips turned down. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re a prisoner here.”

Carmen hooks her finger under Eleri’s chin and forces eye contact. “I hate to be the one to break this to you, but we’re all prisoners. Prisoners of the CPS, the sodding government, and our twit of a King. Our laws confine us, restrict us, suppress us, and oppress us. Nobody’s free here.”

About The Magistrate

Magistrate 12 ecoverTitle: The Magistrate

Author: Keira Michelle Telford

Genre: Dystopian SF / Lesbian Romance

THE PRISONWORLD TRILOGY — VOLUME ONE

Poverty is rife in twenty-fourth century London, England. Crime rates are at an all-time high, and living conditions for many are bleak. Capital punishment and public hangings have been reinstated, and Magistrates, in their new role, are tasked with patrolling the streets to enforce arrest warrants and ‘terminate’ any civilians who attempt to evade justice — which isn’t always a noble pursuit.

The laws are strict, illiberal, and unsympathetic. If you can’t afford to feed and clothe yourself, you’ll be sent to the workhouse. If you fall behind on your rent, you’ll be sent to debtors’ prison. If you’re gay, you’ll be hanged.

For Carmen Wild, the latter becomes a potentially deadly problem when the discovery of a murdered prostitute brings her back into the life of her first love — the Madam of an East End cathouse — and the illicit passions between them are swiftly reignited.

Author Bio

KM Telford headshotKeira Michelle Telford is the award winning author of a series of post-apocalyptic, dystopian science fiction books, The SILVER Series, featuring the character Ella ‘Silver’ Cross, and now also The Prisonworld Trilogy – a dystopian lesbian romance. She’s a British ex-pat, now living in British Columbia, Canada with her husband and 10 guinea pigs.

Yes, 10 guinea pigs 🙂

 Fun fact: Her pet guinea pigs (all adopted from animal rescue shelters) were the inspiration for the monsters in The SILVER Series, the first one of which, SILVER: Acheron (A River of Pain), was released in November 2011.

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Keira-Michelle-Telford/e/B0068SARG0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1343462771&sr=1-1

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/thesilverseries

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5356646.Keira_Michelle_Telford

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/mylostanddamned

Website: http://www.keiramichelle.com

Books: http://www.ellacross.com and http://www.carmenwild.com

Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Magistrate-Prisonworld-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00DC10ASQ/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374450903&sr=1-4&keywords=keira+michelle+telford

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18109350-the-magistrate

Venatic Press: http://www.venaticpress.com/

August 17, 2013 at 12:50 pm 1 comment

Book Excerpt from Creation

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I’m hosting a snippet from literary fiction novel “Creation” today. “Creation” is touring with Enchanted Book Promotions from July 15th to August 15th. Check out the other tour stops here!

Book Excerpt

I knock on Janet’s door. All of our doors are a deep, dark brown. They call it Oak. I’ve always enjoyed the swirls of color that are never quite even and that are always unique. I wonder if they inspired her ballet Firewind. The Dancers had the same flurried, rapid look about them.

“Who is it?” Janet calls out. Her voice is dull and weak.

“Wessely and Jess,” I say through the door. “May we come in?”

“I’m working,” she says. There is an edge of panic in her voice. “Leave me be.”

“Have you eaten?” I ask.

“No,” she replies. The change in her tone is unnerving. “I have not. I cannot. I must continue to work before I can eat.”

Wes nods at me, and I push her door open.

I cannot see her because her room is covered with pages upon pages and stacks upon stacks of sheet music, costumes, and ballet shoes. I stumble through the piles.

“Janet?” I ask.

She is furiously writing out the choreography to what I assume is her newly HOF-assigned Creation. Before I can speak again, Edward the Composer steps into the room and places a bundle of music on her desk.

“Forgive me for being a little late,” he says. “Here it is. Nathaniel has rehearsed the Orchestra. They need one more practice.”

“There’s no time,” she says with a growl to her voice. I step back. “Tell the Musicians to practice harder. We’re premiering this tomorrow. Understand?”

Edward apologizes and strides away without hesitation. Janet looks me in the eyes, and I see something which makes me tremble. She is unwell, and I have no doubt she will soon be taken to the Community.

“What?” she says.

“Janet, you’ve changed,” I tell her. “What did they do to you?”

“I cannot say,” she says. “But what I can say is that if you want me to improve, you’ll leave me be to work.”

“Why must you work so hard?” Wes asks. “And what for? Who is this for, Janet?”

“For the benefit of everyone else!” she barks, but her face falls and tears come to her eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Please, just go. I don’t want you to remember me like this.”

She rises from her chair, takes our arms, and leads us out of the room.

“Tell James I…” she begins, but she does not finish. Instead, she turns away with surprising speed and slams the door shut.

About Creation

CREATIONTitle: Creation

Author: Kat Mellon

Genre: Literary Fiction

Who owns what you create?

Creation is a provocative exploration of what it means to be free. Set in a dystopian future where creativity is exclusively harnessed for the greater good, two artistically talented individuals remind us all never to take for granted the product of our own work and imagination.

Creation is inspired by Ayn Rand’s Anthem and Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go.

Author Bio

Kat is a young author living in Fort Collins, CO. She graduated cum laude from the University of New Mexico with a BA in English at age nineteen and is a master of procrastination and pizza eating.  She will soon query agents with her biggest and baddest novel, Flowers When You’re Dead.

Links

Main Website: katmellon.com
Blog: blog.katmellon.com
YA Trilogy Website: ataviststrilogy.com
Flowers When You’re Dead: fwydbook.blogspot.com
Writing & Design Services: katmauvais.com
Facebook: facebook.com/katmellon
Twitter: @ataviststrilogy

Creation: http://www.amazon.com/Creation-Kat-Mellon/dp/0984947329

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/creation-kat-mellon/1109326650?ean=9780984947324

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13453289-creation

Giveaway

P.S. Kat’s hosting a contest for Creation! Learn more about it by clicking the image below.

August 10, 2013 at 12:09 am Leave a comment

Book Excerpt from The Granite Key

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I’m hosting an excerpt from The Granite Key today. The Granite Key is an archaeological thriller by author N.S. Wikarski. Enjoy the excerpt!

Book Excerpt

Cassie felt herself sinking. She tried to drag herself to the surface. “Wake up stupid! It’s just a dream. This can’t be real. Wake up!”

She was standing in the shadows in her sister’s antique shop. It was late. Long past midnight. The room was dimly lit by a green banker’s lamp near the cash register. Sybil was standing in front of the glass showcase with a cell phone in her hand. There was a man standing near the door. A man wearing a Stetson hat and he was pointing a gun at her sister.

“Where’s the key, sugar?” His voice sounded lazy, casual. He had a southern drawl.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sybil stammered. Her sister put the phone down and started inching her way along the showcase toward the rear storeroom.

The man shrugged. “Don’t make no difference to me but you don’t want me tearin’ up your neat little shop just to find it, now do you?”

“I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Sybil’s reply was shrill, unconvincing.

Cassie wanted to rush forward to pull her sister away from the man with the gun. Her feet were glued to the floor. She couldn’t move. She tried to scream a warning. “Get out of here, Sybil. Run!” but all she felt was a rasp in her throat where the words should be.

The Granite Key

GK-Ecover-Bull-ExSmTitle: The Granite Key

Author: Nancy Wikarski

Genre: Archaeological Thriller

THE ARKANA SERIES: Archaeological Thrillers That Defy History
Volume One – The Granite Key

“Think ‘MEDIUM meets THE LOST SYMBOL’ and it only begins to describe the pleasures of THE GRANITE KEY – 5 Stars.” (Kindle Nation)

A Wake-Up Call
In a nightmare, nineteen year old Cassie Forsythe sees her sister attacked by a man in a cowboy hat who demands something called “the key.” Her nightmare mutates into reality before the night is over. Cassie is called to identify her sister’s body–murdered exactly as her dream foretold. Cassie dismisses her vision as a fluke and fights to get on with her life. Disconnected and aimless now that her only family is gone, she drifts until the evening when she catches the man in the cowboy hat ransacking her sister’s apartment. He bolts with an odd-looking stone cylinder–the granite key. From that moment, Cassie’s normal world evaporates.

A Secret Society
She learns that her sister led a double life–retrieving artifacts for a secret organization called the Arkana. The Arkana’s leader, an elder named Faye, explains that her group performs a controversial kind of archaeology. They scour the globe for evidence of ancient pre-patriarchal civilizations in hopes of salvaging the lost history of the world. Their network of troves safeguards artifacts from highly sophisticated goddess-worshipping cultures on every continent. Cassie’s sister had the psychic ability to touch an artifact and relive its past. Cassie has now inherited this gift. Faye wants the girl to take over her sister’s role in the organization. Cassie doubts her powers but agrees. Now an insider, she is transported to the Arkana’s mysterious underground vault in the countryside outside Chicago where the group tackles the mystery of her sister’s murder.

A Dangerous Cult
The Arkana learns that the man in the cowboy hat is a hired mercenary named Leroy Hunt and that he is working for a fundamentalist religious cult known as the Blessed Nephilim. He takes his orders directly from the cult’s domineering prophet–Abraham Metcalf. The granite key which Leroy stole is inscribed with hieroglyphics revealing the location of a mythological artifact reputed to have mystical powers–the Sage Stone. Although skeptical of its legendary capabilities, the Arkana is still afraid to allow the relic to fall into the cult’s hands. Abraham’s fanatical belief in the power of the Sage Stone could be the catalyst to start a war of religious genocide.

Unlocking The Key
Before she died, Cassie’s sister took photos of the strange markings on the granite key. The Arkana decodes the hieroglyphics which point to the ancient ruins of Minoan Crete as the hiding place of the Sage Stone. Faye hastily assembles a retrieval team including Cassie, her newly-appointed bodyguard Erik, and a British researcher named Griffin. The band of treasure hunters is mismatched and wildly dysfunctional from the start. Griffin has never gone on a field mission, Erik treats his inexperienced colleagues with contempt, and Cassie second-guesses her psychic hunches. She battles to prove herself to Erik at every turn. Their internal clashes rival the bigger crisis of what to do when they come face to face with their enemies.

A Matter Of Life Or Death
Even as they rake through megalithic tombs and Minoan palaces for clues, Abraham dispatches his son Daniel and hired gun Leroy Hunt to recover the Sage Stone. The Nephilim operatives won’t hesitate to kill anyone standing in their way. Will Cassie and her teammates avert global disaster or find themselves casualties of Abraham’s mania to exterminate the world of unbelievers? The Granite Key holds the answer.

Author Bio

authorpicture“There’s a 52% chance that the next Dan Brown will be a woman … or should we just make that 100% now?”

–Kindle Nation

Nancy Wikarski is a fugitive from academia. After earning her Ph.D. from the University of Chicago, she became a computer consultant and then turned to mystery and historical fiction writing. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America, the Society Of Midland Authors, and has served as vice president of Sisters In Crime – Twin Cities and on the programming board of the Chicago chapter. Her short stories have appeared in Futures Magazine and DIME Anthology, while her book reviews have been featured in Murder: Past Tense and Deadly Pleasures.

She has written the Gilded Age Chicago History Mysteries series set in 1890s Chicago. Titles include The Fall Of White City (2002) and Shrouded In Thought (2005). The series has received People’s Choice Award nominations for Best First Novel and Best Historical as well as a Lovey Award for Best Traditional Amateur Sleuth.

She is currently writing the seven book Arkana Archaeology Thriller Mystery series. Titles include The Granite Key (2011), The Mountain Mother Cipher (2011), and The Dragon’s Wing Enigma (2012). The fourth volume in the series, The Riddle Of The Diamond Dove, is scheduled for publication in December of 2013. Ms. Wikarski’s work on the Arkana books has prompted Kindle Nation to call her one of its favorite authors.

Links

Purchase Link – Amazon (for US store) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004NIFTI8

Website: www.mythofhistory.com

Facebook public page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/N-S-Wikarski/111546722263900

August 9, 2013 at 3:10 pm Leave a comment

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