Review: Come Little Children

Book Description:

The Nolan morgue is more than just an ordinary funeral home.

When their newest employee uncovers a supernatural conspiracy connected to a string of child murders, she must use every shred of her intelligence to stop a new breed of serial killer and escape the morgue alive.

Come Little Children

D. Melhoff

come little childrenGenre: Horror, thriller, supernatural thriller

Publisher: Bellwoods Publishing

Cover Artist: Carl Graves

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Review:  5 Stars

If you like horror . . . thrillers . . . twisted characters disguised with eccentricity . . . then you absolutely MUST read “Come Little Children” by D. Melhoff. This novel grabbed me from the very first scene – an autopsy or so I assumed by the detailed description. Funny how an author can set the stage and then pull the rug out from under you. The slicing and dicing is done by a middle-aged woman who calmly disposes of the young boy’s body in a pond. This brought new meaning to “whistle while you work”.

The story then took off in a new direction. I was mentally and emotionally hooked, captivated by the introductory scene with our main character, Camilla Carleton. I found myself sucked right in to the story. Again. She arrives at the mortuary, a new place of employment, and spies her first corpse. Dismayed by the disheveled appearance, Camilla approaches the old man lying on the slab and begins to tuck his shirt into his pants, hoping to make the dead man appear more presentable. As soon as her hand brushes his crotch, he opens his eyes and screams. I think Camilla did, too. I know I did - even though it came out more like a snort, something between a squeal and a giggle.

Yeah, it’s that kind of book. Spooky. Surprising. Riveting.

“Come Little Children” follows Camilla’s journey to the small town of Nolan in the Yukon Territory where she uncovers a series of child murders at the Vincent family morgue. The owners are controversial, to say the least, so when children who are supposedly dead start showing up in physical form, Camilla suspects there’s more to the strange events than meets the eye. She’s right – but her love for one of the owner’s sons, Peter, convinces her to keep the family secret. Restoring life to dead children is a gift. Isn’t it?

Camilla and Peter bring a young girl, Abigail, into their lives, unaware of the horrific consequences of their actions. As things begin to unravel, Camilla realizes there is only one option, she must kill Abigail or die trying.

This book reminded me at times of The OMEN and Dax, the evil son who brings death and mayhem to everyone’s life. D. Melhoff is a master of description, blending details into the story with such subtlety that it becomes part of you, just like the fast paced intensity in “Come Little Children”.

I rate this book  5 stars. It’s an amazing story, beautifully written, and tempered perfectly between horror, suspense and supernatural. Buy it. Read it. You’ll be glad you did.

 

About the Author:

Dcome little children. Melhoff was born in a prairie ghost town located an inch above the Canadian-American border. He credits King, Poe, Hitchcock, Harris, Raimi, and his second grade school teacher, Mrs. Lake, for turning him to horror.

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REVIEW: Zombie Housewives

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Ami Blackwelder 

zombiecoverGenre: NA Paranormal Thriller

Publisher: Eloquent Enraptures Publishing

Date of Publication: Halloween, 2013

ASIN: B00H6TIGGS

Number of pages:  26 on kindle

Word Count: 9,416

Cover Artist: Ami Blackwelder

 

Review:

Zombie Housewives is a New Adult thriller about three frustrated women who contract a virus which turns them into zombies. Sounds like a typical zombie tale, right?  Well, don’t misjudge this short novella because of its length or subject matter. This is not “Walking Dead”. It’s chock full of surprises including fascinating characters who will tug at the inner angst of most female readers.

Think Desperate Housewives with rotting flesh. Campy, fun horror. Zombie Housewives is an interesting tale, well written with snappy dialogue. If you take the “zombie” part out, Ms. Blackwelder has penned a great story about life, forgotten dreams and flat relationships. And, of course, learning to deal with a less than attractive skin disorder.

Zombie Housewives is not thought provoking, nor do I think it was intended to be. It IS a fun read for that short time when you’re waiting at the doctor’s office or in the carpool lane. If you like it, don’t miss the sequel, Zombie Models!

Book Description:

Welcome to Mulberry Lane, NJ where a quiet suburbia died as the sun descended. The reporters tell us something in the soap caused these…these changes. No one could say for sure what caused this, but this is one neighborhood that will never be the same.

When Crystal, Jennifer and Carrie begin to change from housewives into zombies they bring all their repressed angst with them. Dishes, laundry, and neglectful husbands and spiral into a fit of rage. Follow these three characters in a dark comedy where being a housewife never looked so creepy.

This is an original novella. The sequel is Zombie Models.

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Excerpt:

Zombie Housewives: It Started in the Kitchen

New Jersey, in the not so distant future…

Crystal and Alex

A silent scream erupted from somewhere deep inside Crystal. She could feel the anger building, like something inside of her broke. Slowly counting to 10, she gently placed the camera on the sofa and spun back around to glare at her husband Alex, her thin summer dress swirling around her. “Fine, I won’t pick up my camera again! I’ll spend all day in the kitchen.” Trapped, she felt so trapped, unconsciously her upper lip curled like an angry dog.

Her husband Alex threw his hands up before finishing his point, just like he always did, and then his hands landed on his suit’s slacks. “I didn’t mean it like that, Crystal. I just need you to be more focused on the housework. Dishes are piling up and the floors are dirty. I’m at work all day and then come home to this…this filth.” His carefully trimmed eyebrows sat at angles over his dark slanted eyes. His tall and slender shape hung over her like a drill sergeant, his growing anger would become one more thing his mother would blame on Crystal, somehow. Sometimes she imagined him floating out the window like a kite, his words dragging behind him like a tail.  It may not soften the stabbing complaints seeping from his mouth, but the image of him flying away made the words a little less painful. Wow, when did she start wishing she could blow him out of her life?

She wished that she could feel chastised by this charade of a fight that they seemed to have every payday, but these days she couldn’t summon enough emotion to care. She dusted her hands on her dress before she marched into the kitchen and jerked on the faucet, her wavy blond locks bouncing behind her. Water splashed over the dishes and she squeezed a few more drops of the SunShine dish soap into the filling sink. Rinse, Soap, Rinse, repeat. She settled into the never-ending ballet that was the dishes, the sudsy plates dancing across the counter.  Her fingers started tingling.

Alex followed her into the kitchen and continued. “Can’t you spend less time on your hobby and more time on the house?”

He went there.

“Hobby! Hobby?” The anger rising in her throat was palpable. “I studied photography at college. I have wanted to be a photographer since I got my first camera at four years old. How long did you study for your job? Eight Weeks? Whatever, Alex! If we hadn’t gotten married right out of college maybe I would have had time to pursue my dreams… I am your wife, not your slave. I have replaced working on my career with working on your dinner and five years later where has that gotten me?” Another bowl careened into the soapy water.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you were supposed to have duties too, remember? Or did you already forget all the promises you made?” She spun from the sink, her back at the counter edge, and her hands covered in suds. At least he had the decency to blush, the red creeping up his cheeks staining his Asian complexion.

“I didn’t care about your promises of a two story home with a picket fence and two cars. I never cared about keeping up with the Joneses, or the Changs, or the Griffins. I never wanted to get married.”  Damn it, why was she crying? “I wanted to travel the world, just me and my camera. Then you came along and I loved you so much that my heart hurt every time I thought of leaving…My bag is packed, Alex, has been for two months now.

It has been five years, Alex. Five years! What do we have to show for it?” She flung her hands at him and the suds scattered. She scanned the dingy kitchen of their one bedroom home, as if just noticing the peeling wall paper, mismatched chairs and chipping paint.

“I’ve told you real estate is tight right now. No one is buying. The economy is bad. I work all day to make ends meet and come home to more mess. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Fine, Alex. You win.” Her emerald eyes grew defiant, though her pale complexion turned hot red. She folded her arms tightly over her chest, opening and closing her suddenly stiff fingers. Wasn’t 27 too young to get arthritis?

“Don’t be like that. I’m…” he fished for a reason to cool the argument, “just hungry darling.” Alex inched closer and stroked her cheek with his pinky. She sighed, just about ready to believe his apology. “Could you get me something to eat?”

Jerk!

“Sure!” She wiped her hands off on the dish towel and shoved a frozen dinner into the microwave. The tiny door slammed.“Be ready in five.” She turned on her heel to walk out of the kitchen–being that close to the knives was far too tempting.

Silent at last, Alex stood motionless in the hallway of the kitchen. Crystal brushed past him and headed to the sofa to find her camera. Lifting the viewfinder into her eyes, she aimed the lens at Alex’s disappointed expression as the microwave timer buzzed.

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“Not your typical zombie story!” -Ami

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AMIAmi Blackwelder is a Paranormal and SciFi author. Her stories range from Tween & YA to Adult. Growing up in Florida, she graduated UCF and in 1997 received her BA in English and additional teaching credentials. Then she packed her bags and travelled overseas to teach in Thailand, Nepal, Tibet, China and Korea. She has always loved writing and wrote poems and short stores since childhood; however, her novels began when she was in Thailand in her thirties.

Having won the Best Fiction Award from the University of Central Florida (Yes, The Blair Witch Project University), her short fiction From Joy We Come, Unto Joy We Return was published in the on campus literary magazine: Cypress Dome and remains to this day in University libraries around the USA. Later, she achieved the semi-finals in a Laurel Hemingway contest and published a few poems in the Thailand’s Expat magazine, and an article in the Thailand’s People newspaper. Additionally, she has published poetry in the Korea’s AIM magazine, the American Poetic Monthly magazine and Twisted Dreams Magazine.

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REVIEW: A Taste For Killing by H.K. Sterling

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There’s a lot going on in A Taste For Killing and since this is a short novella, author H.K. Sterling wastes no time in getting the ball rolling.  Murder, multiple suspects but no motive, an on-again-off-again boyfriend who also happens to be a competing  private detective and a little eye candy at a construction site that puts our main character’s motor into overdrive. And that’s just the first chapter.

Carolyn Woods felt like a blend of Stephanie Plum and a gumshoe detective. In fact, this interesting tale uses a lot of stereotypes. I especially liked the gum-smacking second wife of the victim’s father. Rather than detract from the story, however, it lends a “campy” feel that I really enjoyed. I also found the competition between Carolyn and Jack, the BF, to be a fun angle, although I was still rooting for her when she met Evan, a potential suspect and another spicy love interest. Spicy? Ummm, hot might be a better word!

A Taste For Killing will keep you guessing with some well placed twists and turns. It’s a good balance of crime, suspense and romance and reads incredibly fast. I’m not going to give away any spoilers but trust me, when finished, you’ll be searching for Book 2 by this talented author.

A Taste For Killing

Chasing the Taste

Book 1

H.K. Sterling

tastekillingGenre: Mystery Suspense Romance Thriller

Publisher: Breathless Press

Date of Publication: February 21, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-77101-225-6

ASIN: B00IKVVKL4 

Number of pages: 48

Word Count: 14936

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are working the same case.

To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he’s also a suspect.

Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer?

One thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.

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Excerpt:

He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don’t know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.

He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I’d be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.

Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.

“Look, I don’t care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!” yelled someone.

Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. “Is there any reason you’re being so difficult? A man did die on your watch.”

An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, “Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?”

“Great,” groused the supervisor. “A party.” He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there’s a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.

On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor…and my on and off lover.

“Well, well, well,” he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case. “Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?”

“Parents.”

“Girlfriend,” he answered back.

We stared at each other. Complications.

The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, “Well, missy, I’ll tell you the same thing I told this guy.” He jerked his thumb around to Jack. “The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it.”

I tried a different tactic. “That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy.” I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. “But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?” I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.

The supervisor sighed. “Jones, Evan Jones.”

“Thank you so much,” I said, smiling my best smile again. “I’ll get out of the way and leave you two boys to…whatever you were doing.”

I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.

“Sure, flash your tits and get what you want.” Boy was he in a bad mood.

“There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation.”

Jack’s response: a grunt.

“Besides,” I tried to placate him, “I didn’t get the plans either.”

“No, you did one better.”

“That’s assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate.” A thought occurred to me. “So are you going there too?”

“No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads.”

“Are you planning to share?” Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.

“No,” he said, still grumpy.

“I see. So it’s gonna be like that.”

“I guess so.”

I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.

“Are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah.”

I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.

“Okay, master detective, I’ll leave you to your leads. See ya.”

“See ya,” he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he’d taken from his pocket.

I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.

About the Author:

authorphoto15b3_5H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her books may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing.

H.K. currently has a Mystery/Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology, My Bloody Valentine. Her new book, A Taste For Danger has just been accepted for publication and Breathless Press also just published H.K.’s short-short titled Eyes Only. H.K.’s books are suitable for 18+.

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Spotlight on: Mind’s Eye by Rebecca Rogers

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Mind’s Eye

Book 1

Rebecca A. Rogers

Genre: Paranormal (with romantic elements)

Publisher:  Rebecca A. Rogers

Date of Publication:  January 1, 2014

ISBN:  1481061577

ASIN:  B00HMJQNTO

Number of pages:  284

Word Count:  50,219

Cover Artist:  Rebecca A. Rogers

minds eye Book Description: 

Seventeen-year-old Kearly Ashling can travel anywhere her mind takes her—literally. Becoming Empress of the planet Cyeor and battling monstrous, otherworldly creatures isn’t a problem. Living among the elves on the Plains of Glasslyn has yet to be an issue, as well. Even touring normal places like Paris, London, Tokyo, and the Amazon Rainforest isn’t difficult.

But traveling through her imagination isn’t just fun and games—it has consequences. Following a battle on the planet Cyeor, she’s visited by a guy who’s unimagined. He warns her to stop using her gift or they will find her. Kearly doesn’t heed the messenger’s advice and soon wishes she had. When the messenger finds her again, he transports her to the M.I.N.D., a corporation which specializes in “healing the psyche.” Once she’s inside the M.I.N.D.’s doors, however, Kearly realizes escaping is nearly impossible.

Now, she must figure out the M.I.N.D.’s true intent, try not to fall for the irritating-yet-handsome messenger, and find a way to outsmart the organization before they stop her from ever imagining again.

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I sat down in one of the empty desks near the window. In the next row over, Ryan Carter—the local panty-collector and heartbreaker, who was not that attractive, in my opinion—stared at me. What did he want? I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping he’d get the message loud and clear. But he didn’t.

He leaned over and whispered, “I know why you’re late.”

For the briefest of seconds, my heart thrummed so hard against my chest, I thought I was having a mini heart attack. My mind scrambled to come up with a reply, but all I could think was, “He knows about me! He knows my secret!” But there’d be no way, right? Nobody knew about me, about my secret ability. How I could travel anywhere my imagination created.

But I played it off like he was an idiot, who didn’t know his elbow from his asshole. “Oh, really? I highly doubt that, considering you can barely keep up with where the football is during a Friday-night game.”

“Jeez, I was kidding,” he said. “I was gonna say you were smoking again.” One of his shaggy-blond locks hung over his right eye. “I can smell it from here. You should consider quitting, you know, for health reasons.”

“Oh, my God. Thank you so much for reminding me,” I said, faking astonishment. “I’ll be sure to invest what little college fund I have on body spray.”

About the Author: 

rogersRebecca expressed her creative side at an early age and hasn’t stopped since. She won’t hesitate to tell you that she lives inside her imagination, and it’s better than reality.

She’d insert something here along the lines of living in the Northeast, USA, or Europe, with her wonderful husband and their dogs, but these things haven’t happened yet. Instead, she’ll tell you she’s an avid gamer, chocoholic, coffee addict, animal lover, and owns way too many books and shoes.

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Old Town Country Romance

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Savannah Young

wilde ridersGenre:   Contemporary Romance

Publisher:  Short on Time Book 

Date of Publication:  February 11, 2014

ISBN: 1495442977

ASIN: B00IDWDWJ8

Number of pages: 186 pages

Word Count:  49,000

Cover Artist:  Tony Bryson

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FOUR WILDE BROTHERS…ONE WILDE COUNTRY BAND

WILDE RIDERS is the first novel in a spicy new contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE RIDERS can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.

Cooper Wilde spent his entire adolescence counting the days until he could escape rural northwest New Jersey. Now at 26, he can’t believe he’s coming back. But his late father’s bar, Haymakers, is in financial trouble and his older brother, Jake, has asked for Cooper’s help.

Riley Smith, 25, is fresh out of her Ivy League MBA program and wants to make an impression on her employer, H & C Bank. Her first solo assignment is a fraud investigation on a business loan they made to Haymakers.

Even though Old Town is less than 90 minutes from New York City, Riley feels like she’s stepped into another world in this remote, one-bar town. Riley can’t wait to do her business and get back to the city as quickly as her sports car will take her…until she meets Cooper Wilde. He’s not like the other guys in this rural town and Riley feels inexplicably attracted to him.

Excerpt:

I can’t believe I have to make a trip to New Jersey. And rural New Jersey to boot. Would someone just shoot me now and put me out of my misery?

“Riley!” I hear a voice yell from behind me. It’s a voice I recognize and don’t really want to deal with right now. I contemplate speeding up my pace but I have a feeling Patti will just quicken her stride to catch up to me so what’s the point?

Patti is almost breathless when she finally manages to grab my elbow. “Where are you going so fast?”

I can’t believe she’s been running in Jimmy Choos and a business suit. Patti is 5 feet 9 inches and towers over me. She probably could have been a model with her gorgeous blond hair and flawless complexion. I’m petite with dark hair and eyes to match. We’re almost complete opposites in the looks department. And probably every other department if the truth be told.

“New Jersey.” I spit. I know I sound bitter but I can hardly contain my contempt for the state. Well, maybe not the entire state. I’ll give Atlantic City a pass but only because you can get drunk and gamble and it doesn’t require a plane flight like Las Vegas.

Patti and I work together at H & C Bank but we’ve known each other for years. We were college roommates. I don’t have siblings so Patti is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a sister.

Patti frowns. “Why are you going to Jersey?” The way she says Jersey makes it sounds like I’m going to garbage dump or a toxic waste site. Those options might be a few steps up from a trip to rural New Jersey.

“I have to conduct a fraud investigation on a business loan. It shouldn’t take very long.” Oh, God, I hope it doesn’t. “I plan to be back tonight.”

Patti smiles. “Good because we’ve got a double date.”

“With who?” I sigh. Patti manages to fix me up with worst guys in the city. I don’t know how she does it. They’re all Wall Street wannabes and the only things they talk about are their 6 Series BWMs and the first million they’re going to make before they turn thirty. Most of them are so impressed with themselves they’re actually offended that I don’t want to jump into bed with them on the first date.

“These guys are different,” she says.

Patti always says they’re different and they never are. They’re the same guys over and over again just in different suits and shoes.

“No,” I state adamantly. “I’m not going out with one more Wall Street wannabe. Forget it.”

“Please,” Patti begs. She’s got a look in her eye that says she’s not going to stop until I agree to go.

“Fine,” I say. “But if the guy drops one hint about his six figure salary or the fantastic view from his brand new apartment, I’m out of there. And I get to throw a drink in his lap if he mentions making his first million before thirty. Got it?”

“I don’t know why stuff like that upsets you so much. You have an MBA from Columbia and you just bought your first BMW.”

“And I’m well on my way to making my first million. But I don’t throw it in people’s faces when I first meet them. I want to know who the guy really is—what makes him tick. I don’t want to hear his impressive resume and a list of everything he owns.”

Patti shrugs. “I just want to know if a guy’s good in bed. But I usually don’t find that out until after dinner. I don’t care what we talk about in between.”

I shake my head. “You’re like a guy trapped in a gorgeous girl’s body.”

She laughs. “So I’ve been told.”

“Is the double date really that important to you?”

She looks at me like I’m from another planet. “I haven’t gotten laid in almost two weeks. I’d say it’s nearing emergency level.”

I don’t want to tell her that it’s been months since I’ve been with someone. Six months to be exact.

“Fine, I’ll try to get back to the city as fast as I can.”

She grins. “That’s why you’re my best friend.”

“I’m your only friend,” I correct.

“Best. Only. Semantics. I’ll see you tonight.”

About the Author:

Savannah PhotoRomance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she’s not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.

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Release Day: COMPLICATION by K.A. Salidas

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Chronicles of the Uprising

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K.A. Salidas

Release Date: April 14, 2014

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Narrowly escaping death at the hands of the Magistrate, Mira travels west, toward the coast. With three weakened human fugitives accompanying her, she searches for the mythical land of Sanctuary.

After encountering a pack of wolf shifters, headed by the charismatic—and brazen—Stryker, Mira learns that Sanctuary is real after all.  Caldera Grove: home of the Otherkin. Hidden in the mouth of a dormant volcano, it has protected its residents from humans since the early days following the great cataclysm. For Mira— a vampire— Caldera Grove is a land of peace; an escape from the relentless persecution of the humans who once enslaved her, and an end to the daily struggle and bloodshed of being a gladiator.

For the humans accompanying her, Caldera Grove means death. Humans, greedy and untrustworthy creatures, are destroyed before they can penetrate its borders.

To plead her case for entry into Caldera, Mira must abandon her companions, albeit temporarily, and follow Stryker into the heart of the city. What she finds within Caldera Grove presents her with an unenviable decision between her own desires for freedom and peace, or honor and the human companions who risked it all for her.

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The coppery tang of blood led Mira to the cave. Cloying and thick, the scent of it was so strong it actually sickened her. Too much had been spilled. Death was close. Surely, someone had to be dead. Muddy crimson streaks made a trail up the side of the mountain toward their cave. She knew it was going to be bad, but nothing could have prepared her for the grim scene she found when she arrived.

Of the eight pack members, only three remained standing; Stryker, Rob, and Terrance. Two more were half-shifted back into their human forms, bleeding and groaning on the ground. Three other wolves were very clearly dead, lying motionless in a bloody pile against a far wall.

Mira opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Three dead. She recognized Samuel, the young, eager-to-please wolf, among the dead. Just hours ago, they had all been alive and joking about what to do when Mira became a resident of Caldera Grove; and now, because of the humans, they were dead. Sadness and anger fought within her to be the controlling emotion. Those soldiers, those humans, deserved more than death. The wolves had done nothing to them, and here they lay slaughtered for being in the way. For being what they were.

“What happened with the tanks?” Lucian asked. His voice barely broke through her silent inner rage. She almost snarled at him, a human, but stopped herself when she caught sight of his face. Dirty and coated in blood, he’d apparently been through quite the ordeal himself, although he didn’t appear injured.

She spotted Sarah, tending to one of the injured wolves, wrapping her shawl around his broken leg. Curtis stood like a guard next to her, watching the wolf’s every motion. None of her humans were injured, of that she was thankful, but rage still bubbled inside of her. Damned Iron Gate humans and their incessant need to kill and destroy anything different from themselves!

Rob and Terrance were both tending to one injured wolf, who looked far better than the other, but still had blood matting up his creamy colored fur. Between the whimpering and yelping, Mira barely registered the man speaking to her.

“Mira, did you hear me?” Lucian asked again. “Are you okay?”

Fine. She was, but what did that matter with all the death around? Mira snarled inwardly. It took all the control she had to speak without letting the anger taint her voice. “Two tanks are disabled, but you were right, there’s a third somewhere still in the forest. My guess is it will be here soon. When I left, it was calling for a report.”

Hands fisted into tight balls, she took a few breaths. The three dead wolves were all she could focus on. Their blood called out to her, not to feed on, but to seek revenge for. Three completely unnecessary deaths.

Stryker approached slowly, cautiously holding his hands out where Mira could see them. “Are you okay? You’re trembling.”

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the three dead wolves. “Yes, trembling with rage, and I hope to be able to exercise that feeling on the third tank, if it shows up.”

About the Author:Salidas

Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women,  I can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  I can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, I still find time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). I can do all of this and still have time to write my novels.

Sorry… I can’t even write that with a straight face.

Lies all lies.

Here’s the reality. I’m a sleep-deprived, overworked, mom who just doesn’t know the meaning of the word balance. I try so hard to do it all, (be super mom, wife, & author) and at the end of the day I fall face forward into the couch.

Yes, you read that right, I tend to sleep on the couch. It’s a point of frustration for my hubby and a thing of comedy for my daughter. Imagine waking up to your little child yelling, “Mom slept on the couch again!!!”

Because being supermom (or trying to) means a lot of time devoted to family, writing is often done when said family is peacefully snoozing away. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fallen asleep with my laptop, on the couch. It just happens. Then, bright and early at 7am either my hubby (on his way to work) or my daughter (getting ready for school) wakes me up.

Writing is my passion. It’s a part of me. More than just a hobby, it’s a compulsion. I have to do it. If I don’t do at least one writing related thing each day I get cranky.

Hopefully, my passion can be your entertainment!

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Review: Through His Eyes by Deborah Camp

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Review:

Deborah Camp has done it again . . . added another fascinating book to her long list of entertaining reads. THROUGH HIS EYES is a romantic suspense chock full of both . . . steamy, titillating romance and edge of your seat suspense.

I loved the paranormal twist with psychics Trudy Tucker and Levi Wolfe. Trudy has the ability to see and feel the horrific acts committed by murderers. Levi can speak to the victims, chronicling the last hours, even minutes, of their life. They team up to end the gruesome spree of a serial killer in the Florida Keys. Along the way, they realize their connection is much more than shared psychic abilities as their hearts and bodies entwine as tightly as their minds.

Some of the scenes viewed by Trudy are graphic. I typically don’t like extreme violence but these scenes are necessary to fully translate the villain’s evil intentions. While at times intense, the balance is restored with witty banter and sexy encounters between Levi and Trudy.

THROUGH HIS EYES is a well written thriller with a healthy dose of romance. It should be on the “must read” list of every romantic suspense reader but more than that, anyone who enjoys a good crime novel or action thriller will definitely want to consider this novel for their library. At 100k words, it’s lengthier than most formula books of this genre but is filled with meat, not fluff. A very good read!

Through His Eyes

Deborah Camp

ThroughHisEyes_FinalGenre: Romantic Suspense

Date of Publication:  April 4, 2014

Number of pages: 392

Word Count: 100,000

Cover Artist: Patricia Schmitt

 

Book Description:

Two psychics – one serial killer.

Someone is stalking women and murdering them in Key West.

Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker join forces to help identify the murderer and stop him. Levi can channel the deceased victims and Trudy can tap into the mind of the killer. As a psychic detective team, they’re formidable. As lovers, they discover that they’re insatiable.

But if Trudy can see through the killer’s eyes, can the killer see her?

Excerpt:  

Trudy drew in a breath and told herself to chill out. Levi sat in the rattan chair to her right, crossed his legs, and flicked a white thread from his black trousers. He was the picture of calmness and she felt as if her chest was full of butterflies.

“Do you two have separate rooms?” Trudy asked, trying to drive past her nervousness and get Quintara’s goat.

Levi smirked and glanced at a cackling Quintara.

“Levi’s too busy seducing all the pretty television anchor women to want to share a room with a well-rounded, older enchantress like me. Isn’t that right, Levi?”

“You’re the one who was announcing your room number to every waiter and barkeep we ran into last night.”

“And a lot of good it did me,” Quintara said, flipping her string of red beads and puckering her lips in a pout. “But let’s talk about murder.” She glanced from him to Trudy. “Have you felt anything, dear? He’s been talking to you, hasn’t he?”

Trudy fidgeted on the sofa. “Yes, a little. I don’t know . . .”

“You do know,” Quintara said, her tone scolding, scalding. “You have felt him?”

“Yes.” The word almost stuck in her throat. She glanced toward Levi and flinched when she saw that he was completely focused on her. Talk about intense! It was like she was being blasted by a laser beam. “He’s thinking of murdering a barmaid that he knows. But I’m not entirely sure—.” She caught the rapier-edged glance Levi and Quintara exchanged. “What?”

“You have the right person, dear.” Quintara nodded to a folded newspaper on the coffee table. “A barkeep was murdered last night. He mutilated her.”

“Oh, no!” Feeling as if she had been socked in the gut, Trudy reached for the newspaper and located the front page article easily. The details were sketchy. No clues. No leads. Used a serrated knife. Mutilation. Worked at the Gold Lagoon on Canal Street. A shiver ran through her and guilt brought hot tears to the back of her eyes. “I should have told you about the vision sooner.”

“And what? We would have cased out every bar in Key West and warned the potential victims?” Quintara shrugged. “We must have more to go on than that, dear. We’ll put our heads together and create a profile of this killer. We’ll get to know him so well that we can predict his movements. Eventually, we’ll be ahead of him and be able to identify him and help catch him.”

Trudy turned toward Levi to find that he was still studying her, one brow slightly arched. “What have you been getting about this guy?” she asked.

He lifted one broad shoulder. “The victims haven’t given me much to go on yet. They didn’t see him coming and were knocked out. The woman before this one – Janie Fullbright was her name – was blindfolded, gagged, and when she came to, her wrists and ankles were tied. She was a heroine addict.” He held out a hand for the newspaper. He wore a silver ring on his middle finger and the square black onyx in it glinted in the sunlight.

When he moved, Trudy caught a whiff of lemony lime. One cool customer, she thought. Everything about him was controlled, calculated almost. But there was an undercurrent of turmoil just below his polished surface. She’d always felt it and that intrigued her about him –more than his psychic abilities or his reputation as a womanizer.

About the Author:

Color PhotoAuthor of more than 50 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa. Her background as a reporter for newspapers helped her to write fast and enjoy research. After she sold her first few books, she quit newspaper work to become a freelance writer and novelist.

Deborah’s first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of the Author’s Guild. She was the first recipient of the Janet Dailey Award.

Through His Eyes (April, 2012) is her first romantic suspense book. It has paranormal elements and is erotic. She plans at least two more books featuring Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker.

Also widely published in non-fiction, she and writes and edits for a magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more than 10 years at a community college. She has been a guest speaker at numerous writers’ conferences, including Romance Writers of America (RWA), Writers, Inc., and the Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. She has served as a judge in numerous writing contests throughout the United States and has judged manuscripts in RWA’s Golden Heart Awards and RITA Awards. She is currently working on her next historical romance set in the wild, wonderful west.

In 2012 her books were re-issued on Amazon for Kindle Direct and have attracted tens of thousands of new fans.

Deborah’s website www.deborah-camp.com

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About the Books

Too Tough to Tame

“THIS IS A WONDERFUL BOOK.”

The book is funny and touching. I have read this book over 50 times already and I never get tired of it. Tess is so cute while Storm is strong and loving. They made a great couple.  — Amazon review from Snowstar

Tough Talk and Tender Kisses

“ABSOLUTE GOLD!”

This is definitely the best novel in the “Tough Man” series. The entire series is great; this one just happens to be my favorite. I absolutely adore Reno Gold (hero) and I love how he wins Adele with love and humor.– Amazon review from A. Gideon

Lover of the west and the people who tried to tame it, Deborah likes to write about strong, independent women and the men who are their equals. She grew up on a diet of TV westerns which have served her well. Living in Oklahoma has also been a godsend. Since she appreciates men with devilish twinkles in their eyes, she likes to mix laughter in with the love scenes in her books.

Cheyenne’s Shadow

“ONE OF THE BEST!”

One of the best romance novels I have ever read. There is excitement, sadness, and passion in this book. I know I have read this book at least five times since I bought it.– Amazon review by S. Ceballos

A Tough Man’s Woman

“FIVE STARS!”

I really enjoyed this book as it was one that kept you guessing most of the time.

– Amazon review from Phyl

Lonewolf’s Woman

“WONDERFUL STORY!”

Ah, fascinating to the last drop (or page). Highly recommended. Surely, a keeper!

– Amazon review from M. Hartmann

Black-eyed Susan

“FIVE STARS!”

I found it hard to put down. It made me realize how things were in those years (long before I was born). I looked for more books by the same author.

– Amazon review from C. Schmidt

Lady Legend

“I LOVED IT!”

The main characters in the book, Copper and Tucker, are great together even though they are totally different. I never read any of Deborah Camp’s books before, but after reading this one, I’m looking for more. — Amazon review from Love to Read Jan.

Books by Deborah Camp

Amazon Exclusive Release

To Seduce and Defend

Amazon Kindle Novella

The Madcap and the Miser 2012

Avon Historical Romances

Blazing Embers

Primrose

Fire Lily

Black-eyed Susan

Fallen Angel

Cheyenne’s Shadow

My Wild Rose

Lady Legend

Too Tough To Tame

Tough Talk, Tender Kisses

A Tough Man’s Woman

Harmony Hardcover

Belle Starr, Bandit Queen

Silhouette Romances

To Have, To Hold

Devil’s Bargain

This Tender Truce

Silhouette Special Edition

For Love or Money

In a Pirate’s Arms

Just Another Pretty Face

Vein of Gold

Right Behind the Rain

After Dark

Master of Moonspell

Harlequin Temptation

The Butler Did It

Wrangler’s Lady

Hook, Line, and Sinker

Love Letters

Weathering the Storm

The Second Mr. Sullivan

A Newsworthy Affair

Destiny’s Daughter

Taming the Wild Man

Oklahoma Man

Rapture Romances

Sweet Passion’s Song

A Dream to Share

Winter Flame

Midnight Eyes

Riptide

Serenade Romances

Tomorrow’s Bride

To Have and to Hold  Romances

They Said it Wouldn’t Last

Strange Bedfellows

Available for the Kindle:

Wild Hearts

Passionate Hearts

Daring Hearts

Tender Hearts

Dangerous Hearts

Love and Laughter

Love and Adventure

Love Everlasting