Wednesday, April 20, 2016

DEAD MAN FLOATING: On sale



By Debra Purdy Kong

Chapter One

Security guard Evan Dunstan pedaled faster. He didn’t have to check his watch. He knew he was behind schedule thanks to Jenson Freakin’ Morlee, the world’s biggest supervisory douche bag. What in holy hell had he done to piss Jenson off this time? Or was the moron so bored that he thought it would be fun to make the bike patroller ride across Southwest Trades & Technology’s entire campus just to unlock a damn door for the janitors? The foot patrol guard in this zone could have handled the request. Judging from the radio silence, the newbie hadn’t had a busy shift.

Evan raced down the walkway next to the stream that ran along the eastern perimeter of campus. It had rained an hour ago then stopped. But the April night air still felt so damp and heavy that Evan figured the sky would crack open and dump on him any second. Thank god his shift was nearly over.

He’d almost reached the footbridge when a large dark blob in the stream caught his attention. Shit. When would people stop dumping bags of garbage in the damn water? With a new subdivision being built north of campus, a light industrial area to the west, plus six crowded dorms on the premises, the culprit could be anyone. Evan skidded to a stop and frowned. Although floodlights from the engineering building cast some light on the narrow stream, it was too dark to clearly see the bag. Wait a sec. Something was off. What was that white stuff protruding from the bag?

Propping the kickstand, Evan removed the small flashlight attached to his belt then stepped nearer the water. Oh shit! It was a hand! A freakin’ hand! And legs! He moved the flashlight up the body until he spotted the grey fringe circling a bald head that glowed like a moon. Evan shivered. Was the guy alive? He wouldn’t have to perform CPR, would he? That first-aid course last year didn’t go so well after he broke that manikin.

“Hey!” Evan called out. “Can you hear me?”


No response. Sweat broke out on Evan’s back. He glanced around for help but no one was around. Where the hell was the foot patrol guy anyway? He was supposed to help monitor water levels whenever it rained. On his knees, Evan extended his arm and touched the wrist. Oh, man. Ice cold.

BIO:

Debra has published more than one hundred short stories, essays, and articles for publications including Chicken Soup for the Bride’s Soul, B.C. Parent Magazine, and The Vancouver Sun. Her criminology studies and experience as a patrol and communications officer in security, provided inspiration for her Casey Holland mysteries and Evan Dunstan novella, Dead Man Floating.

BACK COVER BLURB:

One wrong decision…

Security guard Evan Dunstan didn’t expect to find a body floating in a campus stream. An empty vodka bottle nearby suggests that the highly despised George Krenn, head of the plumbing department, had drunkenly fallen in. Refusing to let the death of a vile man ruin his romantic plans, Evan decides to leave the body for the next shift to find.


One friend in trouble…

When it’s discovered that Krenn was murdered, Evan has a lot of explaining to do. So does his friend Sully, Krenn’s least favourite student. Evan uses his hacking skills and campus knowledge to keep them both out of jail, but the investigation forces him to question Sully’s innocence.

One mystery to solve…

Uncovering the truth proves to be more than challenging. It may cost Evan his job, his friendship, and his woman. Will Evan find the killer, or will the killer find him first? 

DEADMAN FLOATING is on sale for $.99 from April 17-23rd!

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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Descent: On Sale


Day One: November 28th

Death swept up the mountain and across the frigid snow, giving no warning, no threatening growl, just spreading tendrils, searching for a victim while Stone Mountain Resort buzzed with energy, unaware of the impending doom.
Kalin Thompson gunned the engine of her snowmobile, forced its skis over a mogul, and sped toward the summit of the Alpine Tracks run. The Holden ski team owned the race course for next twenty minutes, and when the local team finished, Kalin planned to ski the gates, just for one run, just for the adrenaline rush.
Her sled hit a patch of ice and slid toward a chairlift tower. She gripped the handlebar and leaned left, edging around the structure, brushing the metal side with her ski pants. Damaging equipment five days into being the director of security at the resort would not impress her boss. She regained control and drove toward the summit. Exhilarated by the ride, she skidded to a stop beside Ben Timlin and let out a whoop.
Giving her a wink that could seduce even the coldest of hearts, Ben said, “Enjoying yourself?”
Kalin glanced around and checked no one was looking in their direction. She leaned over the handlebar, their ski helmets thudded, and she kissed Ben. “I am now.”
At the starting gates, a super-G racer sliced his skis backward and forward, leaning hard on his poles in an aggressive stance, anticipating the signal to launch onto the course. Frozen breath exploded from his lungs as he waited for the skier ahead of him to clear the course.
Kalin undid her helmet’s strap and pulled her neck tube over her chin. “How’s the training going?”
“Not great. I’m surprised Coach Jenkinson hasn’t cancelled the session.”
“Why?”
“More than half the racers either slid off the course or fell. One sprained his ankle.”
“Snow injection?”
“Yup, the course is a skating rink.”
Stone Mountain’s one hundred and fifty-six-person chairlift covered five meters per second from the bottom of the Alpine Tracks ski run to the summit, and the lift clanged around the unloading station, dropping skiers and their gear several meters from where Ben and Kalin waited. Kalin counted the last of the team members arriving at the summit. Six skiers still had runs to conquer before she could ski.


DESCENT BLURB

When Kalin Thompson is promoted to Director of Security at Stone Mountain Resort, she soon becomes entangled in the high-profile murder investigation of an up-and-coming Olympic-caliber skier. There are more suspects with motives than there are gates on the super-G course, and danger mounts with every turn.

Kalin’s boss orders her to investigate. Her boyfriend wants her to stay safe and let the cops do their job. Torn between loyalty to friends and professional duty, Kalin must look within her isolated community to unearth the killer’s identity.

KRISTINA BIO

Kristina Stanley is the best-selling author of the Stone Mountain Mystery Series. Her first two novels garnered the attention of prestigious crime writing organizations in Canada and England. Crime Writers of Canada nominated DESCENT for the Unhanged Arthur award. The Crime Writers’ Association nominated BLAZE for the Debut Dagger. Her short stories have been published in the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine and The Voices From the Valleys anthology. She is also the author of THE AUTHOR’S GUIDE TO SELLING BOOKS TO NON-BOOKSTORES.


LINKS
I’ve put the booklinker link first, but not sure if it will work for you. If not, use the second link.




Monday, April 18, 2016

The Traz. On Sale

Blurb:

The Traz: Cops vs bikers on the Alberta prairie—oh, and throw in a thirteen-year old girl.

THE TRAZ excerpt:

Katrina looked past the parking lot to the brilliant autumn colours. This used to be her favourite time of the year, with the fire of the foliage under the mellow glow of a sun riding low on the horizon, the honking of geese flying white against the azure sky. Hunting with Grandpa...
The sound of traffic rattled her window and she slid open her eyes. A diesel truck was grinding its way out of the parking lot and a motorcycle was roaring in. The Harley stopped right outside her window. The rider dismounted and tossed his jacket over the seat. Katrina caught sight of the emblazoned orange letters of The Traz motorcycle gang on the black leather....
She turned to watch the biker enter. He was about her dad's age. Unlike her father though, he was a huge man in both height and weight. A tapestry of tattoos snaked up his bulging arm muscles and disappeared under his T-shirt. He could've sat in any seat in the diner, but he slid onto the bench across from her.



She knew she should be afraid of him, but there was something about him—perhaps his eyes or the tilt of his lips—something suggesting that his rugged appearance was a disguise. There was definitely an aura of mystery about the man.
"Sarina," she introduced, reaching for a handshake.
"Shrug," he thundered in a voice that matched his size. He made no move to take her hand.
 She could tell the man wanted something from her. What it was, she couldn't fathom. She judged from his refusal to touch her that it likely wasn't sex.
His face was a block of carved features, topped with a shock of short brown hair. He had the strangest grey eyes she'd ever seen: eyes that looked as if they were drawing everything into them.
He looked briefly at the waitress. "Coffee," Shrug ordered and then continued staring at Katrina.
She matched Shrug's gaze until he lifted his eyes to accept his mug of coffee....
The thought that he wanted her for something when no one else did, enticed her...
A long silence passed between them before he picked up his coffee cup and drained it. He set the cup down.
"Wanna ride?" he asked, motioning his head toward the Harley.


Purchase Links:
The Traz School Edition -   https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/331566 
Short Author bio:

Canadian author, Eileen Schuh has published three novels in her ongoing gritty Young Adult BackTracker Series: The Traz, Fatal Error, and Firewalls. The Traz also comes in a School Edition. As well, she has to her credit two adult science fiction novellas, Schrödinger's Cat and Dispassionate Lies and the adult crime thriller, Shadow Riders.

Born Eileen Fairbrother on a small farm near Tofield, Alberta, Canada, she now lives with her husband in Alberta’s northern boreal forest in the St. Paul area.  In addition to writing, she enjoys speaking to youth and adults about the magic of literacy and the social and personal issues addressed in her novels.


Schuh recently retired from a life of careers that varied from nurse to journalist to editor to business woman.

She invites you to visit her online:





Saturday, April 16, 2016

Shower Yourself with Savings

Shower yourself with ebooks from Imajin Books during our Spring Showers eBook Sale April 17 – 23.
 
All single titles will be on for $0.99. This includes Qwickies.
Trilogy bundles will be $1.99.
Other bundles & anthologies will be $2.99.

Exceptions: 
STAIRWAY TO AWESOMENESS - $1.99
THE ELFLING PRINCESS - $1.99

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Kim McMahill – A Taste of Tragedy




Excerpt

“Here, let me help you,” Morgan said as she draped Devyn’s arm around her shoulders.
Morgan tried to relieve as much weight as she could from Devyn as she helped her hobble to the waiting vehicle. Once Devyn was seated in the cramped back seat, Morgan dug out her emergency supply bag. She handed Devyn a blanket and a bottle of water. “I have a first aid kit, but I think you need something a little more than a bandage.”
“It’s just a few scratches. I’ll live.”

Morgan could see why Nick trusted Devyn with his back. As she looked at the battered and bruised woman, who had taken off into the desert in the middle of the night in bare feet to prevent a criminal from getting away, she had to admire her. Devyn had to be in extreme pain, yet not a complaint escaped her lips.
“Make room in the back,” Nick huffed.
Morgan looked up to see Nick trudging toward her with an inert man slung over his shoulder. She raced to the tiny back cargo area and moved a few items around so Nick could squeeze the body in the vehicle.
“Is he dead?” Morgan whispered.
“Not quite, but we need to get him medical help A.S.A.P. The bullet didn’t hit any vital organs, but I’m not sure how much damage he suffered from the knock to the head”
Morgan watched as Nick set the man down in the vehicle, and then she joined Devyn in the back seat. Turning around and kneeling, she was able to lean over the seat and assess his injuries. She folded up a handkerchief and placed it over the gunshot wound and applied pressure. She wasn’t sure which was bleeding more, the bullet hole or the bump and cut to the head, but she had to try and slow the blood loss any way she could.
“That’s all we can do for now,” Nick said. “Just keep the pressure on the best you can.”
Morgan nodded as Nick secured the back and then got behind the wheel.
“You okay?” Nick asked as he turned to face Devyn.
“I’ve had better days, but sadly, I’ve had worse.”

Blurb

Morgan Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she wasn’t willing to do to succeed...until now. When she uncovers evidence that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous, she must reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust, Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never stopped loving. 



BIO

Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. She started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense. Along with writing adventure novels Kim has also published over eighty travel and geographic articles, and contributed to a travel anthology and cookbook. Kim recently relocated to Colorado. When not writing, she enjoys gardening, traveling, hiking, and spending time with family.


Links
Twitter: https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill (@kimmcmahill)


Sunday, April 3, 2016

Once


Book One, by M.S. Kaye
Her first and also her once.
Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.

But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.
Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.
But are they able to forget and let go?
Will be released July 2, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.
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Author Bio

M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
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Once & Again, book two
Will be released September 4, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.
She was once his secret desire…will she be again?
Father Aiden, an ex-marine and new priest, falls in love with Maylynn, but he struggles to stay away from her. He’s successful for many years, though he can’t keep her out of his dreams.
Then one day she shows up for a pre-marital counselling session with her fiancĂ©, Davis. Aiden soon realizes Davis isn’t who he says he is, but what does that mean for Maylynn, and for himself?
Once & Forever, book three
Will be released December 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.
Eden, a nun, is constantly struggling against her dark past of living on the streets, and her attraction to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. After a twelve-year separation, Eden is finally reunited with her brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t she reached out to him in all those years? As Eden and Trace grow closer, confessing their pasts to each other, will they be able to resist getting too close?
Excerpt from Once
“What’s the answer?”
He paused. “A switchblade.”
With my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?”
He removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”
I slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”
His eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not kill.’”
I took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.
He watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away. But I knew him. Already, I knew him.
“You’re still a good person,” I said.
His jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”
“I have faith in you.”
He continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.
I didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.
He leaned closer.
I only watched him.

He touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.
He spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”
My heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?”
His lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”
He trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching. His warmth invaded my head.
“God give me strength,” he murmured.
The door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.
He closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.


Thursday, March 31, 2016

Corporate Blues - http://amzn.to/1SPPd7q
On Sale 3/31 & 4/1 for $0.99
Blurb –
Madison Renault is a client service manager and single mom living in New Jersey. Raleigh St. James is the new CEO of an engineering firm in Connecticut, and Madison’s biggest client. Madison starts to receive threats from a disgruntled former employee, and Raleigh uncovers a web of corruption, targeting businesses up and down the East coast, including his own. Now their already complicated lives are being invaded by bodyguards, local police, and the FBI. Will their budding, long distance, relationship survive the stress?


Excerpt –
Madi took a sip of her wine. “How do you do it?” she asked him.
“Do what exactly?”
Madi spread her hands, “This. Your job. Risk your life to protect people. How do you do it? Or perhaps a better question would be, why do you do it? You don’t even know me, yet you would die to protect me. How is my life worth so much more than yours?”
Dawn looked baffled but realization dawned on Steve, “Saw your bodyguard in action didn’t you?” Madi nodded. Steve took her hand, led her to the table and gently nudged her to sit. “Look Madi, you can ask anyone in law enforcement, it’s not a profession we choose, it chooses us. Almost like it is hardwired into our DNA, ‘to serve and protect’ isn’t just a motto, it’s what we live, what we breathe, with or without our uniform. It’s just what we are. It would be like telling a singer she couldn’t sing, or a musician he couldn’t play, or a writer she couldn’t write, yet they’d each find a way, because it is who they are.”
“But James has a wife and two young kids.”
“Stop.” Steve reproved. “And you only have one, and Dawn would take care of him and love him if you were gone. Is that what you were going to say?” She didn’t answer, but her silence spoke volumes. “If you start thinking like that, you will drive yourself crazy. If James wasn’t assigned to you, he would be assigned to someone else, doing for them exactly what he is doing for you. If you want to protect him, then don’t give him a hard time, do exactly what he says, when he says it, so he can focus on his job and not have to worry if you’re a wild card in the scenario.” Steve pressed her hand.
“I’ll try.” Madi promised.


Bio –
International award winning author of The Bradford Series historical romance novels, Christina Paul, mom of three, is married to her childhood sweetheart and lives with him in Central New Jersey. She loves escaping into the written world of her characters and enjoys watching the story unfold as she writes, letting it surprise her as it does her readers. Christina is currently working on the next installment in The Bradford Series as well as several unrelated contemporary romance novels.