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Snow Globe Shop Mystery, Book 5

 

Traditional Mystery/Amateur Sleuth, Small Town Fiction, Snow Globe Shop,
Minnesota Mystery

 

Date Published: 01-09-2026

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The past collides with the present for Camryn Brooks on one cold winter
evening. A man’s body is found in the passenger seat of a car, parked in
her driveway. Camryn is chilled to the bone when she learns his identity: her
old nemesis, the one whose actions ruined her career and tarnished her stellar
reputation in Washington D.C.

Early Reviews

 

“Camryn Brooks soon discovers, like snowflakes, no two suspects are
alike . . . a captivating cozy read.” Mary Seifert
 

 

“A cozy snow day read with wonderful characters and intriguing clues to
a twisty mystery.” Alicia Kozak

 

 

 

“It pulls you right in. An ideal cozy mystery with just enough police
procedural to keep you hooked.” Timya Owens

 

 

 

“So many twists and turns, it leaves you thinking, ‘There’s snow place
like home!'” Michelle Hess

 

 

 

“Mystery readers will appreciate the subtle clues sprinkled throughout
and an unexpected twist at the end. A great read from a great author.”
Natalie Fowler

 

 

 

“Set against a frigid Minnesota winter, Snow Place Like Home shows that
friendship and forgiveness can go a long way in chasing the chill of murder
away.” Thekla Madsen

 

 

 
Excerpt

I yawned on my way to the living room, stretched out on the couch,
pulled a comforter over my body, and opened a book I’d been reading. I
was involved in the novel’s complex plot when my cell phone buzzed. I
reached over and plucked it from the coffee table. My best friend Alice
“Pinky” Nelson’s name appeared on the screen.

I smiled and pushed the accept button. “Hey, Pink—”

She cut me off. “Ahhhh. Cami, you need to come out here. Now.” She
spoke with a hushed intensity. Was she hurt, in trouble?

My heart sank as I dropped the book, threw back the comforter, and jumped off
the couch. “Come out where? Where are you, Pinky?”

“Kitchen . . . window. . . yours. . . look . . . out.” It took me
a second to process her words, comprehend what she meant. She was in my
backyard
? Had she tripped and fallen?

I crossed the ten feet in a flash, slid my feet into boots by the back entry,
cast all apprehension aside, and pushed open the door. The early evening sky
was cloaked in darkness, and with the help of an alley’s street lamp, I
spotted a vehicle I didn’t recognize parked by my garage. What in the
world?

Pinky’s car sat next to it. I flipped on the outside house light and saw
Pinky sitting in her car. When I went down the steps and moved toward her, she
jumped out from her driver’s seat and pointed at the other vehicle.
“I think he might be dead.”

My heart sank even lower as I glanced at a bulky form in the other
vehicle’s passenger seat. I was unable to move, frozen to my spot on the
snow-covered lawn. Pinky closed the gap between us and threw her arms around
me. We turned our heads in sync toward the vehicle occupied by an
unknown—dead or alive–person.

 

About the Author

Christine Husom
Christine Husom is a bestselling author from Buffalo. She writes the
Winnebago County Mysteries and the Snow Globe Shop Mysteries. Christine has
stories in six anthologies, wrote a collaborative novel with eight other
authors, and co-edited A Festival of Crime for Nodin Press. She trained with
the St. Paul Police Department and served with the Wright County Sheriff’s
Office. She’s a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime,
active with the Twin Cities chapter. She loves meeting readers at events.

 

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Multicultural Family Saga / Fiction

Date Published: 4-21-2026

Publisher: Ground One Press

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She’s a sheltered American. He’s a Middle Eastern diplomat.
Can their love lead to lasting peace overseas?

New York City, 1981. Dianna leaves her small southern town for the bright
lights and rich culture of the Big Apple and a prime job at the Met. Sparks
fly when she crosses paths with a charming Lebanese diplomat. A shared night
of passion launches her into an exciting romance and opens her eyes to a
bloody conflict far from home. But as warring factions take hold overseas, she
can’t shake the feeling that her new love is hiding dark secrets.

Qasim has never known peace. When he gets the chance to bring his
country’s troubles before the United Nations, he abandons his family
obligations to heal his war-torn homeland. But his true mission takes a detour
when he falls for a beautiful American woman. Against the urging of his
closest friend and mentor, he wants to share his heart and hopes with her.

In the face of cultural barriers and mounting war, can Dianna and Qasim find
the strength to stand up for their love and a lasting peace?

Excerpt

February 13, 1981, New York City

Dianna scans the bar through strobe-lit smoke. A haze casts a film on the room’s mirrored walls, hung to give the illusion of space.

“Are you sure this is where you want to be tonight?” Sophia waves her elegant hand through the smoke and lights a cigarette. She feels a pang of guilt for dragging Sophia here. Two decades older, Sophia is more fairy godmother than buddy.

“Sorry,” is all Dianna shouts over the din and shrugs. She catches her stomach sticking out ever so slightly in one of the mirrors and takes a deep breath to pull it in.

“Dianna, I’m afraid I can’t stay much longer,” Sophia says.

Doubting she has the courage to stay here alone, Dianna ponders her options. She looks up at the scum-covered ceiling and asks for inner strength. The subway will close soon, and she has no car.

Then she sees him.

He wears a European suit. An expensive watch with a black face and gold hands glints on his right wrist. Not much taller than she, but wiry, he seems at once exotic and familiar: olive skin graces distinct, proportionate features. His dark hair reminds her of her mother’s, and his graceful stance, her father’s. He moves with a purposeful gait, arms relaxed, head tilted slightly to the right. He seems part of a world she has yet to experience.

The man circles her, moving through the crowd, around chatting couples, each time drawing nearer, until he stands before her, touching her forearm. “Have you seen a woman…?” he begins.

Dianna misses the rest of his sentence because of the blaring music, his accent, and the word “woman.” He could be fibbing to make himself appear less threatening. Or maybe he has been stood up. “Look around you,” she says and laughs. “Women everywhere. What did she look like?”

He moves in closer and speaks directly into her ear so she can hear him. Dianna shivers as she catches a whiff of his cologne. Her eyes catch his. With his tailored suit and self-possessed energy, he almost fits right in. Yet his eyes betray him. This man has suffered. She knows all about pretending. She’s hooked.

Dianna gazes at the green stone with a pang of pride. She doubts this man wants to hear much about her college days or the job that put her through school. “Yes,” she replies.

 

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KATHRYN BROWN RAMSPERGER
KATHRYN BROWN RAMSPERGER is an award-winning author, editor, and
creativity coach. A former National Geographic writer and researcher and
humanitarian staff member for the International Red Cross, she has lived and
worked in Europe, Africa, and the Middle East, regions that deeply inform her
storytelling. The Shores of Our Souls is a Foreword Indies finalist and a
finalist in the Faulkner-Wisdom Literary Competition. She’s a recipient
of the Hollins University Fiction Award.

Having firsthand experience in the places she writes about, Kathryn brings a
unique authenticity to her stories, blending rich cultural details with the
universal themes of love, redemption, and peace. She studied creative writing
at Hollins University, and publications management at George Washington
University. She currently lives in Maryland with her husband. They have two
adult children, off to their own world adventures, but still parent a feisty
feline. Next on their bucket list: Croatia, Portugal, or Tanzania!

 

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An LGBTQ+ Sci-Fi Paranormal Action Romance

Date Published: June 12, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press

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Stranded… on Earth. Thrust together by fate, can these offworlders
find a way to connect?

 

The Pridelands 1: Darren’s Surprise

 

Darren is looking for his
brother, but he ends up finding something a little more alien. Durai has come
to claim his mate. He won’t let anything get in his way. Not even
Darren.
The Pridelands 2: Zula’s Stand
Jai realizes he’s found two
people that complete him. Only, one wants nothing to do with him, and the
other claims he’s only interested in women.
The Pridelands 3: Sheer’s Choice
Jai’s sister, Rabi’a,
isn’t going to sit down and let any man determine her future. She has
claws of her own, and Tigris Sheer Ma’at and Leo Rais Steinsson are
about to feel them.
The Pridelands 4: Griffin’s Joy
Griffin and Mazin have finally
found a woman who completes them both. All they have to do is seduce her.
Easy, right? Not if Joy has her way.
The Pridelands 5: Khalid’s Challenge
Khalid Steinsson and Pran
Devan were once deeply in love. It will take something monumental to bring
them back together.
The Pridelands 6: Achan’s Peace
Achan’s nightmares
won’t let him move forward. Hunter Miles needs to be able to express his
love for Achan. Tafa Morn never expected to find two wounded souls that needed
his particular brand of care. Now that he has, he doesn’t plan to let
them go.

 

Publisher’s Note: The Pridelands Box Set contains the previously
released novellas Darren’s Surprise, Zula’s Stand, Sheer’s Choice, Griffin’s
Joy, Khalid’s Challenge, and Achan’s Peace.

 

 

Excerpt from Darren’s Surprise

 

Copyright ©2026 Jade Buchanan

 

Stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, he surveyed the loft. A bunk
bed was sidled up against the wall beside him. A single bedside table was
arranged on the side closest to the stairs, nestled between the dresser and
the bed. A large area rug was the only decoration in the middle of the room.
Across from it, a very small double bed was set up, the covers strewn about as
if a wild animal had slept there the night before.

He tensed, spying the results of his late night.

Sheets of formerly white paper littered the floor. Sketches covered the three
walls. It appeared as if he’d gone on some drawing binge last night.

Picking up one piece of paper, he studied the drawing. Anthropomorphic cats
sprawled along the page. A head here, a hand there, a full body just barely
traced out.

The next sheet he picked up had the same theme as the first. On this one he’d
focused on an ear, the pointed tip, the hint of fur shading the delicate
slope. He’d drawn the ear from the front and back and every other angle he
could possibly imagine.

The next sheet portrayed various tails, some rough and some more detailed.
There was one covered in crescent shaped spots, and another that had a hint of
stripes.

Every sheet he picked up had the same theme. He’d even used up several sheets
just drawing eyes. The corners tilted up in amusement, narrowed with heat,
wide with surprise.

Turning his attention to the walls, he realized he’d gone into even more
detail here. A planet was stretched above his dad’s bed, hints of trees and
mountains sketched out in minute detail. Around the planet, he’d obviously
started and halted several prototypes, because small shadows of round globes
circled the larger shape.

He had no idea where he’d gotten this inspiration from, but he wasn’t going to
complain. It was some of his best work recently. Apparently he only needed to
come out to Bumfuck, Nowhere, to get plenty of material for his next project.

The bunk bed wall and the wall by the stairs were covered with various
drawings, some of his past work that had been up for years. He’d done that
over a decade ago. It’d been so long he barely noticed it anymore.

Darren scratched his belly, looking down at his chest covered only by the
freckles he’d cursed since junior high. He was barefoot, his feet peeking out
from under the worn and faded jeans. They were a size too large on him —
courtesy of his rebellious teenage years when he’d been in love with a certain
rapper/male model. God, that man was gorgeous. Darren sighed in remembrance.
He’d jacked off on more than one occasion to pictures of the underwear model.

Hell, at least his own tighty-whiteys weren’t showing above the waistband.
Come to think of it, he wasn’t wearing underwear. His pants were in danger of
falling completely off, hanging precariously from his narrow hips. Darren
sniffed, trying to remember when he’d last had clean clothes. The jeans he’d
originally found in a forgotten cupboard set along the wall beside the stairs.
He hadn’t realized he’d left clothes behind but he was grateful for it when
his previous jeans just about stood up and demanded to be washed.

Making his way down the stairs into the main room of the cabin, he looked
around to see what kind of trouble he’d gotten into out here. His dad was
going to tear a strip off him. He was still mad about the two walls in the
loft, and Darren had done that in his teens.

Directly across from him were more anthropomorphic cats, drawn up and around
the front door. Hell, he’d even drawn on the back of the door itself. He was
so screwed when his dad saw this.

Cats of every species… some covered in stripes, some in spots, some
furry with tufts of fur along their cheeks. The majority of them resembled
lions, though, sleek and beautiful cats. With one single big cat front and
center dwarfing the others.

Make that cat men, since every one of them was anatomically correct,
especially the large lion creature in the center of the wall. He blinked,
impressed despite himself. He’d definitely been more than generous when he’d
been shading in the cats’ nether regions. Good on him, it’d obviously been way
too long since he’d been laid.

No way would he get away with that in a movie. Lordy, he still considered
himself lucky every time he got a job on another film. The last thing he
needed was for some bigwig to see this display and he’d be laughed out of
Hollywood for being a perv.

Not that there weren’t a fair share of pervs in Hollywood, but he prided
himself on being above the rest of the riffraff.

He turned to view the wall to his left, behind the ragged couch. The two
windows interrupted the mural, but it was still impressive.

A massive warship sat high within a galaxy of stars. He’d paid special
attention to each constellation, meticulously drawing every tiny detail.

This was by far his best work.

The warship was shaded intricately with blue ink, each hatch set apart from
the sleek lines of the ship. What appeared to be weapons stood out from the
simple style of the rest of the craft, bulging along the sides and at the
front. The entire top of the ship was open, the hint of glass reflecting back
at him. Shapes were present behind the glass, but he couldn’t quite make them
out.

“Not bad,” he murmured. “A race of alien beings inhabiting a large planet. A
ship carrying space explorers from Earth crash lands. Suddenly the cat-like
aliens take the humans prisoner, binding them and using them as slaves.”

He snorted, laughing at himself.

“Yeah, sounds familiar. Planet of the Apes, anyone? Strike one for Darren.
Although it wouldn’t be too bad to be used as a sex slave by some of these big
guys. Talk about wishful thinking.”

 

About the Author

Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty five
erotic romance stories currently published. She has been known to accept
writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions. Jade
is a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a
person’s gender identity or sexual orientation.

Originally from Northern Ontario, she’s lived in British Columbia and the
Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta
where she’s hard at work on her next story. Jade loves to hear from readers!

 

 

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A New Year in the Presidential Suite Blitz

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Romantic Women’s Fiction

Date Published: June 9, 2026

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A New Year…A New Chance at Life

 

As a Christmas surprise, Lori Hamlin’s family sends her to The Beach
House Hotel on the Gulf Coast of Florida to help her recover from the loss of
her husband two years ago, hoping she will realize it’s time to change
her life. There, she meets Griffin Sawyer, who’s on his own after his
fiancée left him at the altar. Neither one is interested in anything
but friendship, but Lori and Griff decide to spend the New Year’s
holiday together.

Griff has to leave unexpectedly because his grandfather, the owner of the
Adeline Hills Winery, has had a stroke. Having been told about wine and
growing grapes by Griff, Lori decides to learn more. And when she signs up for
a stay at the winery’s guest cottage, she meets Griff and his entire
family. Then, they must decide if friendship is what they truly want or if the
past will prevent them from moving forward.

 

 

A special spin-off book where characters have their own stories but end
up at The Beach House Hotel in Florida with Ann and Rhonda. A chance to stay
connected to the series in a different way.

 

About the Author

Judith Keim,
Judith Keim, A USA Today Best-Selling Author, is a hybrid author who
both has a publisher and self-publishes. Ms. Keim writes heart-warming novels
about women who face unexpected challenges, meet them with strength, and find
love and happiness along the way, stories with heart. Her best-selling books
are based, in part, on many of the places she’s lived or visited and on the
interesting people she’s met, creating believable characters and realistic
settings her many loyal readers love.

She enjoyed her childhood and young-adult years in Elmira, New York, and now
makes her home in Boise, Idaho, with her husband and their adorable
dachshunds, Wally and Kacy, and other members of her family.

While growing up, she loved the idea of writing stories from a young age.
Books were always present, being read, ready to go back to the library, or
about to be discovered. All in her family shared information from the books in
general conversation, giving them a wealth of knowledge and vivid
imaginations.

Ms. Keim loves to hear from her readers and appreciates their enthusiasm for
her stories.

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(Sanctum Black 2): A Razor’s Edge Enemies to Lovers BDSM Erotica Short

 

Erotica

 

Date Published: June 12, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

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Sanctum Black. Rules Marley can follow. Boundaries she won’t
cross. Until Lucan…

Marley’s built her life on control. Sanctum Black is the only place she
feels safe enough to let go. No names. No past. No attachments. Then Lucan
walks in and shatters every one of them. He sees through every wall
she’s built and takes exactly what she’s too afraid to give. One
night was supposed to be enough. It isn’t. Because now he wants more
than her submission… he wants her. And walking away might break
her…

Lucan doesn’t believe in coincidence, and he definitely doesn’t
walk away from something worth keeping. Marley thinks she’s in control,
but he knows better. She’s been hiding behind rules instead of facing
what she really needs. Him. Claiming her means crossing lines that can’t
be uncrossed, inside Sanctum and out, but once he decides she’s his,
there’s no backing down. Marley isn’t a game or a temporary
escape. She’s everything. And Lucan doesn’t lose what belongs to
him.

 

 

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Copyright ©2026 Wanda Violet O.

 

Marley

I slipped through the unmarked door next to the rear entrance of the art
gallery, nodding to the security guard, who recognized me despite my elaborate
mask. The transition from bright city lights to the subdued glow of the
gallery always felt like crossing a threshold between worlds. Tonight, I
needed that separation more than usual. The workday had left its residue on my
skin, a film of expectations and responsibilities that clung despite my
shower. Sanctum Black waited below, promising the only freedom I truly
trusted.

“Good evening, Ms. Marley,” the attendant murmured, his eyes never
quite meeting mine. Only first names mattered at Sanctum Black, and only the
first name of our choosing. I could be anyone I wanted to be.

I offered my keycard to the attendant. He scanned it at the elevator and the
doors slid open silently. “Your usual table is ready. Enjoy your
evening.” He offered no other pleasantries.

I nodded politely before stepping into the elevator, the doors closing as I
turned. The car descended smoothly. When the doors opened to the main lounge,
I welcomed the subtle jazz playing through hidden speakers. Sanctum Black
represented the only truly safe place in my life. Confidentiality was not a
suggestion here. There were hard penalties for even acknowledging anyone
you’d met at Sanctum on the outside. The privacy appealed to me more
than even the physical release I never failed to receive.

Black velvet stretched across the walls, muffling sound and creating a
soothing feel to the atmosphere. The amethyst sconces cast their violet glow
in hypnotic patterns. I inhaled the soothing scent of lavender.

Clear rules protected everyone here. I needed that. No one judged at Sanctum.
No one got into the club who hadn’t been completely and thoroughly
vetted. And no one talked. Ever.

Outside these walls, my life consisted of endless decisions. Even personal
relationships became battlegrounds at times. But here, consent was explicit
and spelled out beforehand. Desires were stated plainly. Limits were respected
absolutely. And for a brief moment, I could surrender to someone, if only in
small measure.

I moved deeper into the room. A hostess appeared at my elbow, her approach
silent on the thick carpet. “Welcome back,” she said, with a
polite smile and escorted me further inside.

The corner table offered the perfect vantage point to see the room so I
could… watch. I loved how people interacted with each other here. The
dynamics fascinated me on a purely intellectual level. Some of the most
powerful men and women in the world frequented Sanctum Black. When provided a
place offering complete and guaranteed anonymity, the true nature of these
people came through.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t number among the rich and powerful people
here. I’d helped out Mr. Price, the owner of the club, a couple of years
ago. My membership was an expression of his gratitude.

I settled into a velvet chair behind the low table, allowing myself to sink
into its embrace. I set my leather play bag at my feet next to the table.

A server approached almost immediately, carrying a crystal tumbler on a black
lacquered tray, the amber liquid inside catching fragments of the purple
light. “Your Macallan 18, neat,” he said, placing it on the
obsidian coaster. Another gift from Mr. Price each time I visited.

“Thank you.” I tried to always thank the staff. Mr. Price had been
kind to me. The first sip, as always, warmed me all the way down in the most
pleasant way. This small pleasure settled me.

Though the club was relatively quiet tonight, the room filled as regulars
occupied their usual territories while newcomers gravitated toward the central
bar.

A man I recognized, but had never met personally, occupied a leather armchair
near the east wall, one leg crossed casually over the other. I knew him only
as Lucan. Anything said about him usually only happened in hushed whispers in
private.

I noticed Lucan was paying more attention to me tonight because every time I
looked up at him, his gaze was pinned me. Unlike the careful poise most
patrons maintained, his posture suggested coiled energy, barely contained.
Dark hair fell just slightly out of place above eyes that seemed to take in
everyone and everything around him. I’d had patrons stare at me before,
but nothing like this man. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. Or
maybe, like he already owned me and waited for me to catch up and get the
message.

This time when our gazes connected across the room, I didn’t look away
and he didn’t back down. I had a brief moment to wonder if I might have
somehow stepped into a trap. I usually kept pretty much to myself, only
occasionally seeking out a professional at the club to scene with in private.
As was the way of the people here, that unspoken request was usually honored
and no one approached me.

Lucan ignored that unspoken protocol. His stare was direct. Unwavering. It
held none of the polite distance that formed Sanctum’s foundation. He
watched me with such focused intent that I felt my skin warm under invisible
fingertips.

 

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Welcome to Wanda Violet O.’s world of bedtime fantasy, where you’ll find a
variety of sexy creatures ready to drink their fill. Wanda specializes in
extreme kink. Monsters, BDSM role play… she’s got it all. Come take a look
for yourself!

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