Symphony of a Heart in Pieces Blitz

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Romance

Date Published: September 15, 2024

 

 

One heiress. One normal guy.

A love that will stand the test of time.

A family that won’t.

 

Victoria Smith is born rich and beautiful. She has fame and a name that
opens any door. But there’s one thing she doesn’t have:
Love.

Not until she meets Australian, Jeff Richardson, anyway.

 

Despite her family’s objections to her marrying a
“nobody” Victoria chooses love over money.

And as they build a family, Victoria learns where true wealth lies: Love is
the Richardson’s way.

 

But as Victoria builds a business empire of her own, she has to navigate
her family through the challenges of growing up rich.

The Smiths made sure she understood that money talks. But she wants the
Richardsons to believe that love is the greater gift.

 

When tragedy strikes, will love see their family through?

Or will love fail in a world obsessed with wealth?

 

About the Author

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Hello there, lovely readers! Welcome to my corner of the literary world,
where fiction comes alive in all its glory! I am E. Masson, a captivating
romance author with my pen dipped in dreams and a heart full of romance, I
set my readers on the path of unforgettable journeys through the depths of
the human heart. From whirlwind romances to slow-burning love stories, each
page of my books are infused with warmth and emotion, leaving readers
yearning for more.

I have a talent for creating characters you’ll adore while feeling like old
friends and settings that transport you to new worlds. I am here to sweep
you off your feet with every word. So, get ready to rediscover the joy of
falling in love with my enchanting romance novels. Welcome to the
adventure!

 

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Horror

Date Published: September 16, 2024

 

 

Try not to wonder what secret darkness your neighbors or classmates hold in
their hearts for you. 

It’s about the hidden dark thoughts that all of us think every day.
Most of us would never act on them, we’re not sociopaths, but what if
there was a circumstance where through supernatural intervention, you
couldn’t help but act on those hidden desires? That’s what IN
DARKNESS is about, the lethality in those hidden, benign shadows that some
of our thoughts live inside.

Dark thoughts, like cream, will always rise to the top at the wrong
moment.

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EXCERPT

It had been over two hundred years since the original founders of Creeks Manor had moved sixty miles west of the Hudson River, four families coming out of Newburgh, to start a small, independent farming community. The town grew over the years as families celebrated new generations which gave birth to new farms and so on until they formed a local and simple government, mostly meant to help keep trade between clans healthy and mutually agreeable. It wasn’t until the late Nineteenth century that people down in New York City made Sullivan County the best kept secret just a hundred miles north, but it didn’t stay quiet for long. With the exponential growth of the automobile industry, the trip north became accessible to many more people. Farming was still a thriving business in the region, but tourism was fast becoming a solid source of income. With a growing local population and an even greater influx of visitors, a variety of businesses started to sprout up in the form of bars, restaurants, movie theatres, hotels, antique stores and of course, gas stations. The tiny farming community of less than five hundred in the late nineteenth century, swelled to a permanent resident popu-lation of almost ten thousand by the Nineteen-Seventies. Currently, the oldest residents of Creeks Manor refer to it fondly as a ‘big, little town’, while most of the population under the age of thirty like to refer to it as a ‘dead-fucking-end’. 

Up until the late Seventies, the whole area was thriving; a destination vacation for those in the city who wanted to trade humidity and the aromas of the concrete jungle for some pure country air. There was a vast array of summer amenities to enjoy at one of the dozens of large, all-inclusive hotels that nestled into the Catskill Mountains. The heyday lasted for a bit, but once travel to Europe became more affordable, less and less people cared about all you can eat buffet resorts, and tourism in the whole area began its slow march toward death. 

Presently, the population of Creeks Manor is Nine-thousand, eight hundred and seventy-six, up three percent from pre-pandemic levels, driven by city people who grew tired of being locked down in tiny apartments. There’s a high school which services the kids from Creeks Manor as well as its surrounding hamlets and even though the school only boasts Five-hundred and forty-one students, there’s a football field, softball field and Starbucks, which is not officially part of the sports complex, but it is right next door. 

Main Street is the central artery of Creeks Manor, starting (or ending, depending on your perspective) way up on the top of Youngs’ Hill at the northern end of town (affectionately known by locals as “the Hill”) and winding its way down past thick stands of trees before the road becomes a straight line after the Arco station. The meandering route flows past about a half-mile of quaint houses with well-kept lawns and American flags waving on their porches. The homes give way to what used to be a bustling, thriving and quaint village. There are several shops that are still in operation though they are far outnumbered by the many storefronts that have been dark for quite a while now. Main Street runs by the Dairy Queen which has been shuttered for years, the parking lot in back becoming a favorite spot for the town’s bustling Meth trade. The graves of the Creeks Manor Cemetery lean like jagged, grey teeth, terraced into the hill above the lot, hanging over the meth-heads like a warning, or perhaps like a loving mother, arms open in anticipation of the inevitable embrace. 

Further down Main Street, beyond the Dairy Queen, is the movie theatre (a triplex), the Crafts store, the Falls Motel with its broken neon vacancy sign, and finally the Holiday Inn and the adjacent Square Circle Diner. After that, Main Street dead ends into the service road for Route Eighty-Six marking the unofficial end of town. From here, you can look north and see all the way back up to the start of Main Street at the top of the Hill, and right there at the crest is the silhouette of The Manor standing as silent sentry against the country sky.

 

About the Author

Russell Rothberg

Russell Rothberg has worked in television as a writer and Executive
Producer for the Peacock series, Long Bright River, based on the bestselling
novel, as well as for the Paramount+ series The Offer.  Before
returning to his roots as a writer, Russell was the Executive VP of Drama
Development at Universal Television, where he developed series such as Bates
Motel, Chicago Fire, Shades of Blue and Emerald City.  Russell started
his career as an actor-writer-director with an original play, Life After
Death, at the Intar Theatre in NYC. Born and raised in New York City,
Russell currently lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Vera. In Darkness is
his first novel.

 

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I Know a Guy Named Noah Guy Blitz

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Children’s Book

 

I Know a Guy Named Noah Guy is a delightful and imaginative rhyming picture
book that will capture the hearts of young readers! Follow along with Noah
Guy, a character who knows he’s in a book, as he takes you on
whimsical adventures where the only limit is your imagination. From riding
bulls at the rodeo to joining the circus, Noah shows that anything is
possible with a friend by your side.

This charming story celebrates friendship, teamwork, and the power of never
giving up. The rhythmic verses are designed to engage young minds, promoting
speech, cognitive development, and early literacy skills. Children will love
the playful language, sound patterns, and the chance to predict what comes
next—just like in their favorite nursery rhymes.

About the Author

Jeanne Ward

My name is Jeanne Ward, I am a mother of three, grandmother of two and a
business owner.  Family is everything to me.  Me and my eldest
brother married siblings, creating a unique environment of double cousins
and a close-knit family.   I live in Brooklyn NY where I own and
operate an Early intervention program for young children with autism.
I opened my school in 1998, and I have all 3 of my siblings, had all 3 of my
children, my daughters-in-laws, all my nieces and nephew, and my uncle work
there at one time or another.  Additionally, I have my brother and
brother-in-law who work tirelessly behind the scenes to make sure the school
remains a success.  I am a special educator, and a Board Certified
Behavior Analyst (BCBA) and love what I do for a living.

My eldest are twins.  One lives right outside Asheville North Carolina
with his wife and daughter.  He, like me, is a special educator and a
BCBA. Although he has a physics degree from NYU, he found a passion working
with children with autism after he graduated college and working for me
while applying to graduate school.   My other son, my partner in
these books has moved back from Nashville Tenn and currently lives in
Newburgh NY with his wife and newborn son.  My youngest, Phoenix, will
leave for High Point University in North Carolina in a month.   I
lost my husband to cancer nearly 6 years ago and I am about to be an empty
nester.  It is my sincere hope to spend my days writing Noah Guy
stories, running my school and being the best mom and grandma I can
be.

 

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Cotton Blitz

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(Hades Abyss MC)

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: October 18, 2024

 

 

Sometimes love is the only weapon against unspeakable evil.

Lavinia — I thought love was my salvation, until my Prince Charming turned
out to be not so princely. Then my pregnancy only made my relationship with
Tyler spiral into an even worse nightmare. Trapped in a cycle of pain and
fear, I worry there’s no escape. Until Cotton rides into my life. He
sees through my pain and vows to keep me safe. But Tyler isn’t
finished with me, and this time there’s more at stake. Escaping may
cost me everything. Maybe even my life.

Cotton — I’ve seen my share of darkness, but the cruelty Lavinia has
endured is heartbreaking. I know I’m too old for her, but I’m
all she’s got. Whatever it takes, I have to keep her from Tyler. Even
if it means making her mine. I promised her protection, gave her nights full
of passion… but when danger strikes, my promise is broken. I’ll
get her back, even if it means sending Tyler straight to hell. Because
Lavinia is mine, and I won’t stop until she’s back in my
arms.

Embark on this thrilling, emotional ride and see if love can conquer
all.

 

WARNING: intended for readers 18+ due to bad language, violence, and adult
situations. Cotton contains scenes that may trigger sensitive readers.

 

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EXCERPT

Cotton

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped together so tightly my
knuckles turned white. The pressure helped ground me, keeping me tethered to
the present. The past threatened to suck me under, drag me back down to the
dark place where sleep was nearly impossible. I’d come a long way in
the last year, but the guilt still ate at me, gnawing at my insides until I
thought I might explode from the pain. My head bowed, so I closed my eyes,
resting my elbows on my knees.

No matter how much time passed, I didn’t think I’d ever be able
to forgive myself. Roe had told me more than once what happened wasn’t
my fault. The demons in my head didn’t seem to care. Roe had been a
victim. So had I. Knowing that hadn’t stopped me from thinking I could
have done more, something to prevent what happened.

My brow furrowed, and my jaw clenched. The tension in my body made my
muscles ache. Would I ever be able to let it go? Hell, would I ever want to?
As the memories played in a continuous loop, I shifted on the bed, trying to
find a comfortable position. When that didn’t help, I dragged my hand
through my hair. The knots in my stomach made me nauseous. I hadn’t
eaten much in the last few days. Seemed like the demon in my head had
decided to visit.

Those memories could go fuck themselves. I knew I should get up, eat
something, maybe hang out in the clubhouse. Except I couldn’t seem to
make myself move. As I sat there, the edge of the bed digging into my ass, I
stared at the room. Never needed a lot, but even this felt like it was
closing in on me.

A few personal items dotted the room. Nothing too girly. I had a framed
photo of Roe, something I probably should have put away. The book on my
nightstand had been read so many times it was about to fall apart. Next
chance I got, I’d order another one.

I peered down at my arm, my gaze snagging on the US Navy-themed ink.
Remembering my time back then wasn’t always easy. The weight of what
I’d done sometimes kept me awake, but those memories? They were easier
to live with than what happened a year ago.

When I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of the photo. My chest tightened,
and I forced myself to look away. Once I’d found out where Roe was
living, I’d tried to let it all go… the guilt mostly. Thinking
about her didn’t help. Roe had moved on, gotten married. She
didn’t need me to protect her, but that didn’t stop me from
wanting to make sure she was always safe. Not like I could help her if shit
ever hit the fan. I’d been fucking useless that night.

I pushed to my feet and paced the room. As I made my third or fourth round,
I sat on the edge of the bed again with a sigh. The tension in my shoulders
was back, and I knew no matter how tired I was, sleep would evade me. I
rubbed at my chest, wishing the ache sitting right behind my sternum would
ease.

The silence didn’t help. If anything, it made things worse. I could
hear every creak of the floorboards as I moved. Even my sighs sounded loud
in the otherwise empty space. Maybe I needed to get back to work. Sitting on
my ass around the house hadn’t done me any favors. I still
hadn’t worked up the nerve to hunt down a woman to scratch my itch.
Did I even have an itch anymore? It should have been impossible for me to go
this long without pussy. I hadn’t had sex since…

I buried my face in my hands and inhaled deeply, then slowly blew it out.
Despite how much I didn’t want to admit it, guilt pressed in on me.
The same guilt that kept me from wanting to find someone. The same guilt
that ate at me every day.

I straightened and lifted my head. I’d been the victim of a crime. So
had Roe. The club hadn’t blamed me, and they’d let me stay
without any questions. Don’t know what I’d have done without
them.

Would there ever come a time I could think of Roe without pain piercing my
chest? If I’d known the drinks were drugged, that she wasn’t
willing, I’d have never touched her. But I couldn’t change the
past.

My phone rang, and I jumped, startled out of my thoughts. I reached for it,
my hand hesitating. My jaw tightened when I spied Bear’s name on the
screen. “Yeah?”

“Think you can join us for a drink at the clubhouse?”
Bear’s gruff voice came through the speaker. “We’re going
to shoot some pool, maybe play some cards.”

I didn’t say anything. Hell, I didn’t know what to say. On the
one hand, I could use a drink. On the other, what good was a beer if I
couldn’t stop thinking about Roe?

“We’re worried about you. Don’t want to push, but
you’ve been cooped up in that house for a long damn time. Might do you
some good to hang out for a little while.” Bear’s tone softened,
enough I knew he meant the words.

I ran a hand through my hair and rested it on the back of my neck.
“You’re offering to babysit me?”

Bear snorted. “The fuck we are. I’m saying we need one more guy
for a proper poker game and you’re it. If you want to drink a beer or
shoot a game of pool while you’re at it, so be it.” He huffed
out a breath. “It’s not babysitting. It’s called spending
time with your brothers.”

“I don’t think I –”

“Don’t give me that. If you didn’t want company, you
wouldn’t still be with us. You could have moved on. Instead, you
stayed. That means you’re still one of us, and you need to get your
ass over here. Don’t make me come find you.”

A smile tugged at my lips, but it felt rusty. How long since I’d
genuinely smiled? “Fine. I’ll be there in a couple
minutes.”

“Good. I’m going to set the table up. Don’t keep us
waiting long,” he warned as he hung up.

I stared at Roe’s photo one more time. I kissed the tips of my
fingers and pressed them to the glass. “Maybe someday you’ll be
out of my head. Until then, I guess I’m just going through the
motions.” I nodded to myself and headed to the clubhouse.

As I stepped through the doors, the sounds of my brothers’ laughter,
clinking beer bottles, the scent of leather pulled me in. I paused just
inside the entrance and took a deep breath. Biker life. My life. Why was I
having a hard time reminding myself of that? I let my breath out slowly as I
surveyed the room.

Some of the guys were shooting pool. The old, worn-down pool table had seen
better days. Fox had found it at a garage sale and brought it here a few
months ago. Now that we didn’t have women at the clubhouse, it was a
nice addition. With all the families around here, things seemed to
constantly change. For the better in all honesty.

Bear came toward me and lifted a beer in my direction. I hesitated and then
reached out and took it. He didn’t say anything, just gave me a nod.
Fangs walked over and slapped me on the back.

“Good to see you out and about, brother. You clean up all
right.” He gave me a crooked grin. “Glad you joined
us.”

I handled the beer, my fingers curling around the bottle. I took a few
steps into the room before I froze. I forced a smile that felt more like a
grimace.

It didn’t take long before everyone made it a point to come over and
say something to me. My brothers didn’t blame me for what had
happened, and they did their best to make sure I knew that every day. Even
after Roe left. While that support should have made me feel better, it
hadn’t. Because I blamed myself.

 

 

About the Author

Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde
immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible
women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still
managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.
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The Stars Rain Down Week Blast

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Who Owns You?,  Book One

 

Science Fiction

Date to be Published: October 11th

 

 

Set in the early 23rd century, THE STARS RAIN DOWN follows an android woman
pursuing a renegade human. At the same time, he searches for his missing
wife and child, abducted by alien pirates, and sold into slavery. Special
Agent Catherine Mercer, an artificial intelligence and agent of
Interplanetary Security (think FBI in space), is given the assignment to
pursue and apprehend Rick McCabe, a freighter pilot suspected of illegally
smuggling passengers to the free colony of Aranae, some 1300 light years
from Earth. Rick, on the other hand, on route to Aranae, was attacked by
pirates and separated from his pregnant wife, Sarah, who was captured. But,
having come under the suspicion of IPS of illegally transporting passengers,
Rick goes rogue and sets off to find Sarah while evading Catherine trying to
capture him. Rick and his tech-savvy partner QR follow a trail of clues and
tips that lead from one planet to another, from one hostile slave owner and
alien race to more pirates and unsavory characters. Along the journey,
Catherine learns that being human is more than possessing a flesh and blood
body. The transitory body holds an eternal spirit that yearns to be free.

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About the Author

Glenn Thomas

Glenn Thomas’s life path has been a meandering one, setting new life
goals at various points along the way, gaining skills in art, photography,
film-making, driving, and ultimately, writing in screenplays and
prose.  As a self-described “high-functioning daydreamer,”
Glenn often finds contentment in self-imposed isolation, in conversation
with characters only he sees and hears, in universes of his own
creation.  Once in a while, he writes them down into scripts and novels
to share with the world.

Glenn lives in the Los Angeles area and works as a driver for a major
motion picture studio.  His first self-published work was a series of
short Science Fiction stories called The Spiderboys of Aranae, which
appeared in 2015.

In 1986, when Glenn was convinced he was at the start of a long and
prosperous career as a visual artist, an idea for a sci-fi story came to
him.  A guy loses his wife to space aliens, and he searches the galaxy
to find her.  As a fan of the genre, Glenn sat down with paper and
pencil to write the story, and two years later, No Longer Mourn for Me was
finished.  It then sat on the shelf, unpublished, for nearly 35
years.  Glenn thought about that crudely executed early work, got ideas
to improve it, and sat down at the computer for a rewrite.  The
original story was completely gutted, retooled, and reborn with a new title:
The Stars Rain Down.

 

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