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Timothy Gets Stuck Virtual Book Tour
Children’s Book
Date Published: August 29, 2023
Publisher: Tellwell Talent
Tales of Timothy Tip Truck is a series of short, fun stories that are based
on real-life experiences by the author. They relate to the workings of
trucks and earthmoving machinery as told to his two young boys at the time.
The stories combine fun with learning some old-fashioned values including
honesty, respect, caring for animals and those less fortunate, friendship,
manners and the environment.
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Ghost Moon Virtual Book Tour
Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Date Published: 04-03-2020
Publisher: Wicked Whale
When Lark Cavanaugh’s life in New York City falls apart, she’s
left reeling from a staggering betrayal. She escapes to Cape Cod, where a
distant relative has left her an old house with a tragic past. Rumors of a
haunting presence plague the abandoned home, but Lark doesn’t believe
in ghosts…until she has no choice.
After completing his military duty, veterinarian Jesse Holt returns to his
small hometown to take over his father’s practice. He soon finds
himself drawn to the alluring redhead now living next door, but she has made
her intentions clear—she’s moving back to the city as soon as
possible. When frightening events threaten her safety, though, he
can’t deny his protective instincts.
Unable to fight their feelings, they give in to desire…but another
battle looms. Lark’s arrival has awakened a decades-old mystery, and
the truth of what happened at Holloway House will only be revealed when it
claims yet another life.
EXCERPT
Lark Cavanaugh’s stomach did a sluggish flip as she caught her first glimpse of Holloway House. Her foot eased off the gas pedal, slowing the car even beyond the crawling pace that had still registered every bump and rut along the unpaved road that passed as a driveway. How was this her new home? With a grimace, she urged the tires up a small hill, and the trees opened up to reveal the entire structure. It sat in a cleared slice of land that nature seemed eager to reclaim, surrounded on either side by encroaching scrub pines and tangled underbrush. A semi-circle in front of the house, dotted with weeds and the remnants of broken white shells, appeared to serve as a combination front yard and parking area, so she pulled to a stop along the edge.
The empty house would have looked creepy even if she hadn’t known its history. In the evening shadows, the second story seemed to lean forward over the worn porch like a menacing beast leering at its prey. She shivered, blinking to clear the unsettling image. It was just her nerves working overtime. After all, the last ten days had been a traumatic whirlwind of shocking revelations and emotional turmoil. And now she was about to move into an abandoned house that the entire population of this small town believed to be haunted. It was a good thing she didn’t believe in ghosts. Deceitful, selfish people…yes, she believed in that. Now more than ever. Ghosts, no.
She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, and her gaze drifted to the bare ring finger of her left hand. Closing her eyes, she blew out a breath, gritting her teeth against the new image that flashed behind her lids. That disturbing memory was seared into her brain forever, and she couldn’t chalk this one up to nerves. Another wave of nausea burned through her belly as she cut the engine. Don’t think about it.
A plaintive mewling brought her back to the present, and she threaded her fingers through the metal bars of the cat carrier on the passenger seat. “I know,” she murmured, stroking the corner of Preston’s soft mouth. “It was a long drive.” Six hours, in fact, from New York City to the town of Truro on Cape Cod, in a borrowed car that felt like it might break apart at any minute. She could relate.
No. She would not let this beat her. It felt as though the fates were testing her, hammering at her defenses in an attempt to shatter her into pieces. But she’d been through worse, and the prolonged nightmare of the last week and a half certainly wasn’t going to be the thing that brought her to her knees. At least not permanently. She would move into this strange, isolated house she’d suddenly inherited and regroup. She would come out stronger. “Right, Pres?” she whispered into the silence, knowing full well her cat couldn’t read her thoughts, and couldn’t answer even if he could. But she may as well get used to talking to herself until she could unload this place and get back to the city.
The lawyer had warned her it would be difficult to sell, for a number of reasons. The house sat on two acres, with a river running through the woods, but it wasn’t directly on the ocean or the bay. The town was sparsely populated and secluded. While the property had been maintained by a trust, the interior had been closed up since Lark’s great aunt Joan had moved into a nursing home ten years ago, before passing away last month.
And then there were the rumors swirling around the house, labeling it haunted and cursed. Apparently at least two of her distant relatives had died here, the wife in a tragic accident, the husband by suicide after a dark descent into grief and madness.
That had been 70 years ago, though. Every old house in Massachusetts probably had a grisly death or two in its past. Many of these towns had first been settled in the late 1600s. Homes with that kind of history had to come with a fair share of tragedies.
A movement caught the corner of her eye, and her gaze snapped up to one of the second-floor windows. A pale, gauzy face peered out at her from behind the cloudy glass. She gasped, her muscles tensing as her hand flew to her mouth. Who was in the house?
She blinked, and the face disappeared. Or, rather, the mirage her exhausted mind had conjured disappeared. Nothing was ever there, she silently reassured herself, sliding her damp palm down over her racing heart. I’m imagining things, that’s all. But as she craned forward, searching the upstairs window through the car windshield, she thought she saw the curtains ripple in the falling dusk.
Great. The stories were getting to her already. Rubbing her eyes, she heaved a long sigh. She needed to get inside, let poor Preston out of the crate, and put her feet up. Unpacking could wait, except for maybe the cat food. And the half-full bottle of wine she’d brought along in the cooler.
Warm June air and an uncanny silence greeted her as she opened the driver’s side door. The absence of honking horns, exhaust fumes, and harried pedestrians was nearly as jarring as the imaginary face in the window. Climbing out of the car, she stretched her arms above her head, then combed her fingers through her heavy auburn hair. As she rolled an elastic tie off her wrist and twisted it around a low ponytail, she surveyed the packed backseat of the car.
It wasn’t all that much, even adding in the bags in the trunk, when you considered this jumbled collection of boxes and crates basically represented her entire life. Some of the furniture in the apartment was technically hers, but she couldn’t have fit it, and besides, she didn’t really want anything that reminded her of the place she’d called home for three years right now. If she decided she needed something, she could deal with that when she returned the car in the middle of July, when the friend of a friend who’d allowed her to use it would return from an overseas trip. How she would get back to the Cape again was still an unsolved problem…but maybe, if she were really lucky, she’d find an interested buyer, and she wouldn’t have to come back at all.
“Not likely,” she grumbled, opening the passenger door to retrieve the cat carrier. Preston made a low guttural sound in response. Grabbing a duffle bag with her free hand, she trudged toward the house, praying the key would be where it was supposed to be. The lawyer had assured her a local realtor with a copy would come by and hide it for her.
It was there beside the door, tucked beneath an old planter filled with gray dirt and a few tenacious weeds. She slid the key into the lock, frowning at the slight tremble in hand. But a little anxiety was warranted in a situation like this, right? Long trip, new—old—house, and a growing need to locate the bathroom.
She twisted the knob, surprised at how easily the old metal turned beneath her sweaty palm. Almost as if someone on the other side of the door was helping.
About the Author
USA TODAY Bestselling Author Kathryn Knight writes books filled with steamy
romance, dangerous secrets, and haunting mysteries. Her novels are
award-winning #1 Amazon Bestsellers and RomCon Reader-Rated picks. When
she’s not reading or writing, Kathryn spends her time exploring abandoned
places and searching for ghosts. She lives on beautiful Cape Cod with her
husband, their two sons, and a number of rescued pets.
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Against All Enemies Virtual Book Tour
Military Fiction
Date Published: October 13, 2023
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
When the People’s Republic of China unleashes a devastating attack on
the United States, newly appointed Naval Commander Bill Watkins and his crew
are suddenly alone, deep in the enemy’s backyard, and unable to
communicate with naval or national leadership.
At home in Washington, the president is detached from reality. Survivors of
his cabinet contend with military leadership for control, some to save the
nation they serve, others in pursuit of personal power. As America becomes
alienated from her allies, Russia begins a campaign that creates heightened
fears of nuclear annihilation.
Bill must navigate a political minefield to find friends among
China’s neighbors, while undertaking a role that demands he take
unimaginable risks and wrestles with the question: What losses are
acceptable in order to win?
EXCERPT
2300 Zulu (Greenwich Mean Time), 26 October
1500 Pacific Time
Naval Information Warfare Center Pacific, San Diego
A familiar yet out-of-place sound intruded. John Wilkins looked up from his Mongolian barbecue.
He and Russ met for lunch twice a week. The cafeteria on the fourth floor of the main building at the Lab atop Point Loma provided a commanding view of the San Diego harbor below the hill and the city skyline beyond.
It was one of those beautiful fall days, the kind most San Diegans took for granted, just a hint of cool in the air. A slight haze obscured the distant mountains, the sky above crystalline blue. He’d been appreciating the one hundred eighty-degree view from Old Town to Tijuana and the Coronado Islands of Mexico. The blue awning stretched over the veranda ruffled slightly in the breeze.
The low-pitched buzzing rapidly increased in volume and pitch, then dropped as a low-flying object shot past overhead.
A cruise missile? His unbelieving brain rejected the idea. He blinked several times as he looked over at Russ. “What the hell was that?”
Russ shook his head. “Somebody really messed up big time. Looked like a Tomahawk.”
Both were former naval officers, surface warfare qualified in destroyers. John’s brother, still active duty, commanded a destroyer deployed to the Western Pacific.
“Man, I’d hate to be the CO of a ship that accidentally flew a T-bird over the city,” John said.
They stood to look down the hill to where the missile had disappeared. More noise sources cropped up. Trails barely visible, dozens of small dots stormed in from the sea across the harbor channel that separated Point Loma from North Island.
Half a mile away on the other side of the channel, explosions rippled across North Island Naval Air Station. The day turned dark and ugly. Pillars of black smoke climbed across the panorama.
John’s heart raced.
As waves of missiles swept in, they blasted hangars, squadron buildings, the Fleet Air Control Facility, then the aircraft themselves. His stomach heaved as a taxiing helicopter vanished. Its rotor emerged from the flames, shedding pieces as it spun madly across the runway.
John’s hands curled into fists and his jaw locked. An enormous ball of angry dark orange flame and black smoke rose just a hundred yards in front of him, blocking his sight. The thunderous boom that accompanied it dwarfed every other sound. His skin prickled from the heat. The acrid smell of burning marine fuel assaulted his nostrils. He gagged.
The fuel farm.
About the Author
A Naval Academy and Naval War College graduate, Thomas M. Wing retired
after thirty-two years as a Navy Surface Warfare officer. He served in
guided missile destroyers and frigates, as well as with destroyer squadron,
cruiser destroyer group, numbered fleet, and Joint Task Force staffs, where
he planned and executed real-world joint operations at the operational and
strategic levels of war. He also participated in naval combat during
Operation Praying Mantis in the Middle East in April, 1988. He has taught
Coast Guard licensing courses and has held a variety of sailing licenses,
including Master and Master of Sailing Vessels, Upon Oceans. As well, he
founded and served as Executive Director for the Continental Navy
Foundation, which conducted experiential education at sea for young people
13-17 years of age. He also commanded the Foundation’s tall ship, the
brigantine Megan D.
His novel, Against All Enemies, resulted from a random thought during a
period of political tension between China and the U.S. What if that
political tension included cruise missiles flying in from the sea to strike
the San Diego waterfront? Thomas M. Wing resides in San Diego with his
wife and daughter, two cats, and a dog. He still spends whatever free time
he has on the water.
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Amansun the Dragon Prince Blitz
Amansun the Dragon Prince – Vol. 1
Young Adult Fantasy / Mythical
Date Published: February 17, 2023
Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
High up in the Smoky Black Mountains, Amansun and his family live among the
great colony of dragons who call the steep and jagged mountain range home.
Though Amansun is the eldest of his dragon clutch, he often feels like an
outcast, and he spends most of his time venturing to the Great Forest up
North, where he finds peace and solitude. His life is one dreary day after
another—until one day when he sets into motion something that impacts
the entire colony, putting him and his family at odds with the rest of the
dragons.
The elders of the colony decide to send Amansun on a perilous quest to
remedy his mistake, but there is little hope he will succeed. Along the way,
he encounters elves, dwarves, stone trolls, and centaurs, all of whom choose
to either help or hinder in his quest; he travels farther than he thought
possible, across the Barren Plains, past the Old Great Forest, and to a
mysterious and dark final destination; and he faces questions about his
morals and his place in the world.
All mysteries will be answered along the way, and a prophecy of old may
even prove to be true. Only time will tell.
About the Author
Vince Robinson grew up in a small sugar cane plantation village called
Makaweli (Pakala to the locals) on the island of Kauai. When he wasn’t
surfing or hiking in the great outdoors, he spent his time reading and
re-reading The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and other
fantasy classics. This love of fantasy stayed with him as he grew up, and it
is what inspired him to write high fantasy novels like Amansun the Dragon
Prince today. Vince has since moved to Arizona with his wife, Ji, and small
dog, Tipsy, where they can be closer to all their children and
grandchildren. He receives inspiration for his stories from going outdoors,
traveling, and spending time with family and friends. –This text refers to
the hardcover edition.
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