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Child of Frankenstein’s Bride, Book 5

 

Paranormal / Historical

Date Published: 07-23-2024

 

 

Will Tyra ever get out of the shadows?

Growing up isn’t easy for Tyra Smythe. Especially when you grow up in a
house with shadows. She and her friend Evelyn conjure up the ghost of a girl
who lived there 100 years ago and the mystery of the funhouse begins. While
her parents are away in England, the ghost Abby, begins to haunt. When more
ghosts appear at Tyra’s fourteenth birthday party, word that the house is
haunted gets out and draws unwanted attention to it.

Shortly Margaret has decided it is a good idea to make her home an
attraction for some extra money. It is 1929 and more haunted houses are
needed, the house is named the Shadows and creepy renovations are started
all at the expense of Tim Terror and his haunted attractions company.

As Abby haunts the halls and stairs, her hunger grows. Her legend says she
died there and appears during a full moon, and she even has a museum room.
Abby’s heart is close to Tyra, but they must move on though they feel at
home again once the remodel of The Shadows is complete.

Will she ever be able to leave, or will it leave her?

 

 

EXCERPT

 

“Don’t give him your address. I wonder if they can help you
find your father,” Evelyn said.

“They won’t. Jack isn’t any help. I’ll just look
myself. I’ll think about going to the police. We don’t have a
phone. I don’t like this.”

When they got home, it felt much cooler in the house. They grabbed drinks
and the telephone directory and went upstairs. Tyra did find a Nathaniel
Johnston—she actually found two of them. “Evelyn, another big
house to go look at later. I found Nathaniel.”

“Good.” Evelyn took everything out of her bag. They laid the
blue velvet table cover, the candles, and the Ouija board in front of them
on the floor.

“I’ll go get a couple candlesticks. We will try a séance
and use the board tonight,” Tyra said.

“Hattie, where are the candlesticks?” Tyra called.

“In the hallway by the kitchen!” Hattie answered.

She and Evelyn raced there and grabbed two.

Hattie appeared. “Be careful with those. Matches are in the
kitchen.”

“Thanks,” Tyra responded. “Have you ever seen a ghost in
here?”

“No, never,” Hattie responded.

“Hopefully, we will,” Tyra said as she headed for the kitchen.
She grabbed the matches.

“We won’t light them now, not until tonight,” she told
Evelyn.

“My mom is coming by in the morning to come and get me,” Evelyn
said.

Tyra nodded. “We’re going to try a séance. I read about
them in the paper.”

“I don’t want you to do that. I told you I haven’t seen
any ghosts here. When the wind blows, you can hear it loud. This is an old
house. Your dad said it was built in the 1790s,” Hattie said.

“We’ll just try. It probably won’t work.” Tyra went
to her room as Evelyn followed.

“Is it even worth the time?” Evelyn asked.

“No, but this is.” Tyra pulled out a rolled-up Ouija board that
looked like a map. She took the planchette out of Evelyn’s purse.
“I didn’t tell Hattie we had this.” They sat on the floor
and felt the beautiful soft velvet.

About the Author

Martha Wickham

Martha has studied writing with Writer’s Digest and has an
associate’s degree in Social Services. She has also written poems and
songs and even studied screen writing and horror. She still writes and likes
getting writing prompts. Her favorite author is VC Andrews. If you purchase
and read Martha’s books a review on this web site will be greatly
appreciated. She can also be found at www.marthawickham.com.

 

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Nomad Outlaws Trilogy, Book One

 

Romantic Suspense

Date Published: 08-31-2018

 

 

Four years ago Rebel claimed Ginger to keep them both alive, and then she
disappeared. Bike Week at Daytona Beach brings them back together. He’s a
dangerous nomad. A ruthless killer. But he’s her addiction, and she’s his.
Can they keep the past where it belongs and move forward, or is it too
late?

 

Excerpt

I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall
and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew
what I had to do, and if she were smart, she’d realize it, too. If she
wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thankful
that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a
shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn’t
often.

Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in
her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I
had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be
convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her
tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her.
She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do
to survive.

“Take off your clothes.” I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her
growing panic.

 

***No cheating. No cliffhangers. Dangerous and Furious completes the
trilogy.

About the Author

Tory Richards

Tory Richards is an author who writes smut with a plot. She’s an Amazon
bestselling author in erotic romance and romantic suspense categories. Born
in Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida where she went to school,
married, and raised her daughter. She’s retired from Disney and spends her
time with family and friends, traveling, and writing.

 

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Literary Novel / Historical Fiction

Date Published: 07-23-2024

Publisher: Vine Leaves Press

 

 

Now 80 years old, retirement and advanced age have dissipated the spirit of
six college radicals of the 1960s, who jointly had participated in civil
rights campaigns and anti-war protests. Having engaged in only periodic
communication over the decades, they suddenly receive an invitation to
reunite for an extended weekend. Struggling with whether to go, each of them
has divergent qualms and expectations for the proposed gathering.

During their three days together, they confront their inner demons, each
other, and their future. Does Rebecca, the prime mover of the event, find
solace after losing her wife and career? Can Malaika regain her sense of
self after stepping down from her successful law practice? Mourning the loss
of her youthful athletic prowess and attractiveness, what happens when
Deanna faces her old friends?

Struggling with two divorces and a failing marriage, can Russell attain
peace of mind? How will Max, an expat living in Canada, manage with his
incipient dementia? Will the demoralized Keith recover his idealism?

Wrinkled Rebels is a story of how six people achieve meaningful lives
through the struggle for social justice. It is also a tale of love, the
bonds of friendship, and growing old positively.

About the Author

Laura Katz Olson

Laura Katz Olson, AGF Distinguished Professor of Political Science, has
taught at Lehigh University since 1974. To date, she has published nine
nonfiction books, focusing on aging and healthcare. Her latest, Ethically
Challenged: Private Equity Storms U.S. Health Care has been awarded several
gold medals, including from the Independent Book Publishers Association
(IBPA) and the Benjamin Franklin Awards. Elder Care Journey: A View from the
Front Lines, which relates her personal experiences as a caregiver for her
mother, won a Gold Medal in the Ninth Annual Living Now Book Awards.
Wrinkled Rebels is her second novel.

 

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Death Riders MC

MC Romance

Date Published: 07-23-1124

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

 

Adira Dobias thought she had the perfect life along with a perfect
fiancé. When she discovers her supposedly pious parents aren’t
the God-fearing people she thought them to be, it sends her running. She
arrives in Cardinal, at the home of a childhood friend, in order to figure
out where to go next.

When she applies for a job at a strip club, owned by the Death Riders, Ares
hires her on the spot. He thinks she is the woman he and Hunter have been
searching for. The perfect woman to belong to both of them.

It was only supposed to be fun, but somewhere along the way, Adira’s
heart got entangled. When a misunderstanding leads to disaster, the two men
have to work fast so they don’t lose the woman they’ve fallen
for.

 

 

Dedication

For everyone who has enjoyed the Death Riders stories. This one may not
have a paranormal twist, but I hope you like it anyway.

 

Teaser

As he cleaned up the interview table the door opened and a young woman
entered, hovering in the doorway. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back.
Big blue eyes looked around, wide-eyed and innocent. She wore jeans and a
t-shirt, and had no make-up on her face. And she didn’t need it
because she was fucking gorgeous. His dick also noticed, very interested in
what she was doing here.

          “Can I help
you?” he asked.

          “I…um, well,
I was here to apply for the job.”

Her voice was soft. Melodic. He bet she’d scream beautifully with
pleasure, and he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. Wanted her to cry
out his name when she came. She looked like a fucking angel with a body made
to sin. Narrow waist, long legs. Tits more than a handful. He really wanted
to get her naked and under him.

          “Certainly,”
he said, smiling. Hoping to relax her. “I’m Ares. I own The
Pussy Willow.”

She gave a self-conscious wave. “Nice to meet you. I’m Adira.
Am I too late for an interview?”

          He shook his head.
“Not at all. How did you hear about the job?”

Her fair complexion flushed red. He didn’t remember ever seeing a
woman blush before and it fascinated him.

          “I was in a coffee
shop and I eavesdropped on two women talking.”

          That amused him.
“All right.”

He strode closer, and the scent of warm spice hit him, making his mouth
water, and he realized it was her. He licked his lips, wondering if she
tasted like sugar, spice and everything nice. “Do you have any
experience being a hostess?”

Disappointment dulled her eyes. “No. I don’t have a lot of work
experience. I-I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

She turned to leave and he hurried to push the door closed, preventing her
from disappearing. By doing that, however, brought him flush against her
body, her back to his chest. The contact had his heart galloping and his
cock going rock hard in an instant.

“Don’t go,” he murmured softly. A little tremor rolled
through her body and he hoped to fucking God it was because she felt what he
was feeling. “I don’t care if you don’t know how to greet
customers. I can teach you everything you need to know.”

About the Author

Beth D. Carter

I write about the very ordinary woman thrust into an extraordinary
circumstance, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or
corporate high rollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie
cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea
how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I strive to create
characters who are complex and full of flaws. Heroes and heroines who find
redemption through love.

 

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Monster Brides (series of multiauthor standalones)

Monster Romance

Date Published: 07-15-2024

 

 

Captain Teeth

Orders—giving them, writing them, signing for them, and taking
them—fill a Captain’s life. I miss the days when I climbed under
skirts while on land and climbed the ratlines after we weighed anchor. The
black spot on my pirate heart is due to my failure to find my lady love
despite scouring the Caribbean for years. I’ve watched me hearties
fall in love and drop from the sweet trade like flies, but this voyage to
drop off my Quartermaster with his new bride in Mexico may break
me…

 

Sabrina

Why shouldn’t I partake in the fancies of the human world when I
sprout legs once a month? Swilling rum, dancing on tables, singing bawdy
songs, and sampling every scallywag who catches my eye is harmless fun. I
tell myself my behavior is entertainment…not to forget my soulmate
who abandoned me five years ago at Maude’s Tavern. After a night of
passion, he flipped a doubloon onto the sheets and sailed away. I
can’t believe the scourge of the seven seas mistook his lady love for
a common strumpet! My kind mates for life so if I ever see him again,
I’ll sink him and his ship.

 

Nobody humiliates a Kraken.

 

 

Excerpt

A flirty remark dies on my tongue as the handsome pirate adjusts himself
through the crotch of his leather pants. Nope. Too much. Too uncouth, too
vulgar, too smarmy, too much for a part-time human like me. He’s as
shameless as me but with twice the firepower. Not gracing him with another
second of my attention, I twirl and dance along the table to the opposite
end of the tavern. I’ll find a safer man to bed tonight.

I kick and tap to the beat with my skirts swishing above my knees for
mediocre sailors, stealing furtive glances at the handsome blond pirate and
his table of rowdy friends. I don’t dare approach the pirates of
Patricia’s Wish. I do have some sense of self-preservation. The night
flies by as shots are taken from my cleavage and poured down my throat by
random drunks.

All the while, the pirate watches me from his corner.

The heat in his stare burns away my inhibitions and I find myself
performing for him, using the attention from men closer to me as my props.
Coins jingle in my pockets and shoes as I earn my night’s lodgings
under the pirate’s lustful gaze. It isn’t long before I’m
singing louder than the brothel’s girls on stage.

My peg-legged companion from earlier in the night leaves with his head
shaking in warning. He can’t buss my cheeks. He’s not my father.
My father’s at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean with the other mated
Kraken. I thumb my nose at the swinging doors as the sourpus exits the
bar.

Time to secure a room from Jamal the Barkeep. Looks like I’ll be
sleeping alone tonight, but some nights are slow. I’ve taken two or
three men to my room in succession before selecting the one I will sleep
beside. Nights like tonight balance the scales. I hope the working girls are
luckier and wake up next to stacks of gold.

“Here’s one, two, five gold coins,” I count as I drop
doubloons onto the bar top. Maude’s rate is three coins for rooms not
occupied by her girls, so the two extra coins will go to Jamal’s
savings. I hope he opens the beachside cantina of his dreams someday.
“I’d like a room—the one at the far end of the hallway if
it’s open.”

“Are you sure? Miss Opal has the room next to that one. Maybe take
the first room,” Jamal says, swiping my coins into his hand. He trades
them for a large, iron key. Being a ‘screamer’ is Miss
Opal’s specialty. I’ll wake up with a banging headache if
I’m in the room next to hers.

“Thanks for always looking out for me,” I reply, swiping the
key off the bar top.

“Which room is ours?” I don’t need to turn around to know
it’s the handsome, blond pirate behind me. My body ignites with the
command in his question.

“I’m in room one,” I say, verifying the key is labeled
with the number one. He steps toward me with a palm outstretched for the
key. “You are bunking in the bilge of some ship with the rest of the
sea sludge.”

He takes a predatory step forward. My back hits the bar. I clutch the key
to my chest. It vibrates with the pounding of my heart or maybe that’s
the shaking of my fingers. Blond hair tickles my nose as he leans over me,
one arm resting on the bar to either side of my waist. His scent invades my
nose. Blue eyes bore into me with an intensity that curls my toes in my
boots.

“Tell me you don’t want me in your bed to pleasure you from
head to toe and make your every fantasy come true, and I’ll
disappear,” he whispers against my ear.

 

About the Author

Marilyn Barr

Marilyn Barr lives in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband, son, and
rescue cats. When engaging in the real world, you can find her with the
Kentuckiana Romance Writers, volunteering with her son’s Special
Olympics teams, or dancing around her kitchen. She is a sucker (haha) for
cheesy horror movies, Italian food, punk music, black cats, bad puns, and
all things witchy.

 

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