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Date Published: 06-01-2022

 

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A blink of an eye. That’s all it took for her life to change forever.
After two years, Marcie Faraday still doesn’t believe the crash that
took her family was an accident. She is determined to find the answers, even
if the truth puts her in danger.

Detectives Booker Dixson and Lashelle Valentine must deliver the news to
Jonas Faraday’s widow which is the worst part of their job. Neither
believes it should have been ruled an accident.

Booker and Lashelle uncover a connection between Marcie’s late
husband and her father’s medical clinical trial. Coincidence or ploy?
Booker Dixson does not believe in coincidence.

Deadly Deception is a thrilling journey to uncover the secrets that
threaten to shatter the perfect picture of Marcie and her family.

 

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EXCERPT

Chapter One 

Jonas Faraday approached the traffic light with care. After all, he had the most precious cargo in the world strapped in next to him, his daughter Tori, his pride and joy. He turned sideways to look at her. It was then he noticed the bright red car weaving all over the road. He looked at the intersection, the light was green. He turned his attention to the car, his eyes widened. 

Without a thought, he slung his arm across the front of his eight-year-old daughter while he moved his foot to the brake. He should never have let Tori sit in the front. He’d had no time for an argument, now he was paying for his lack of judgment. 

Nothing, the brake pedal went to the floor. He pumped it a few times. 

Using both feet he stomped as hard as he could. 

Nothing. 

“No!” His shout filled the car. 

Tori turned her head. “Dad stop, that car is going to hit us. Dad…” 

His stomach did a quick summersault. He swallowed. A quick glimpse to the side told him the car was right on a course toward them. 

Everything slowed. His arm pressed tighter on his daughter, snapshots of his life flashed through his mind; Marcie holding Tori as a newborn, Tori’s first birthday, first step, and first dance recital. All thoughts vanished when he 

 

brought his daughter into focus. She gazed at him with hope. Then she turned toward her window. 

He watched in horror as his SUV entered the intersection at the same time as the vehicle. He wanted to cover his ears to stop the sound of his daughter’s scream mixed with the hard sound of grinding metal as the red car slammed into the passenger door. 

Time went into overdrive as the car went airborne. The twisted steel, once a car that carried himself and his daughter, turned in the air with the weightlessness of a soaring ballerina. 

He gulped as he tried to keep his gaze on his daughter. She bounced. A shriek rattled around the car to match the echo in his head. 

Her belt did nothing to restrain her body. The car sprung from the asphalt, the jolt so hard his arm was flung from his daughter. 

His body flew with the momentum of the aerial acrobats of the vehicle. 

Thrown forward, the steering wheel punched into his stomach. His gaze jerked up as the roof met with the pavement. 

“Tori!” 

His ragged voice was the last sound he heard before a bright flash, searing pain, and then darkness. 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together
with her husband, she has six grown children, six wonderful grandsons, and
five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and
friends–she includes good books as friends!

Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for
relaxing, and Italy for the wine. And most recently she discovered she was
Irish and Scottish, of course, they had to visit Ireland and Scotland. Mary
fell in love with both, but the green hills of Ireland felt like home.
With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to
fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful
backdrop for her characters. One of her favorite US destinations is New
York/Brooklyn, where her beloved Beckett’s live. When she visits, she can
wander their neighborhoods, favorite parks, and visit their favorite pub,
Putnum’s.

They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want
to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many
during the warmer months as possible.

Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women’s fiction, and she has
just begun to dabble in young adult mystery.  During her writing career
she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter
president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the
Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding
service. Mary has participated in numerous library panels on writing and
co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers
conference. She was awarded the 2021 N. N. Light Book Award winner for best
book in two categories; Four Sisters for Women’s fiction and Celtic Myst by
M. L. Foxx for Fantasy.

Mary also writes as ML Foxx. This is her first jaunt into Fantasy and
Sci-Fi, she loves it. It gives her freedom of choice.  In her ML
persona she also loves to go to the movies and you got it… Watch the
Avengers, Dead Pool, among others. Something her hubby doesn’t really enjoy
but humors her fantasy side. You’ll see more books soon…

Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have
season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate
every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a
tailgating in 1999.

GO UTES!

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Suspense

Date Published: 06-01-2022

 

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A blink of an eye. That’s all it took for her life to change forever.
After two years, Marcie Faraday still doesn’t believe the crash that
took her family was an accident. She is determined to find the answers, even
if the truth puts her in danger.

Detectives Booker Dixson and Lashelle Valentine must deliver the news to
Jonas Faraday’s widow which is the worst part of their job. Neither
believes it should have been ruled an accident.

Booker and Lashelle uncover a connection between Marcie’s late
husband and her father’s medical clinical trial. Coincidence or ploy?
Booker Dixson does not believe in coincidence.

Deadly Deception is a thrilling journey to uncover the secrets that
threaten to shatter the perfect picture of Marcie and her family.

 

About the Author

Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together
with her husband, she has six grown children, six wonderful grandsons, and
five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and
friends–she includes good books as friends!

Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for
relaxing, and Italy for the wine. And most recently she discovered she was
Irish and Scottish, of course, they had to visit Ireland and Scotland. Mary
fell in love with both, but the green hills of Ireland felt like home.
With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to
fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful
backdrop for her characters. One of her favorite US destinations is New
York/Brooklyn, where her beloved Beckett’s live. When she visits, she can
wander their neighborhoods, favorite parks, and visit their favorite pub,
Putnum’s.

They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want
to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many
during the warmer months as possible.

Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women’s fiction, and she has
just begun to dabble in young adult mystery.  During her writing career
she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter
president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the
Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding
service. Mary has participated in numerous library panels on writing and
co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers
conference. She was awarded the 2021 N. N. Light Book Award winner for best
book in two categories; Four Sisters for Women’s fiction and Celtic Myst by
M. L. Foxx for Fantasy.

Mary also writes as ML Foxx. This is her first jaunt into Fantasy and
Sci-Fi, she loves it. It gives her freedom of choice.  In her ML
persona she also loves to go to the movies and you got it… Watch the
Avengers, Dead Pool, among others. Something her hubby doesn’t really enjoy
but humors her fantasy side. You’ll see more books soon…

Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have
season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate
every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a
tailgating in 1999.

GO UTES!

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Harri Unbound Teaser Tuesday

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Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Suspense

Date Published:  May 27, 2022 

When the ruthless magician Madrin dies, opportunists seek revenge for his
cruelty. They kidnap his daughters, meaning to sell them into sexual slavery
at a brutal club for sadistic, wealthy men. Lady Harri Madrin manages to
escape before the doors close behind them and vows to rescue her sister,
Morgan.

Gareth Lamb, the handsome son of a local merchant, finds Harri and hides
her from her furious pursuers. When she begs him to help rescue her sister,
he agrees. They decide to pretend she is his concubine so they can gain
entry to the club to search for Morgan.

The master-slave charade forces them into sizzling erotic encounters. Soon,
they fall in love, but Gareth knows he could never aspire to marriage with
the high-born Lady Harri.

Though Harri’s magical abilities give them an edge, they’re
badly outnumbered by the slavers. Even if they manage to rescue Morgan, will
Gareth’s disapproving father disown him if they declare their love and
attempt to marry?

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Harri Madrin woke in her narrow bed in the dark hours of the night. For a
moment she thought she might be dreaming — until she realized there was
some sort of disturbance in the convent, something she had never heard in
this place of tranquility.

With moonlight streaming through the narrow window, she slipped across the
stone floor of the small chamber to where her sister still slumbered.
“Morgan, wake up. Something bad is happening.”

Her younger sister’s eyes blinked open as the sound of rough male
voices came closer. Men in the convent? Never, unless there was some task
that the vestals could not accomplish on their own. And never at
night.

Sister Matilda rushed into the room. “Hurry, you must hide! They are
after you.” She had always been kind to them, and now her wrinkled
face was full of fear.

“Who? Why?”

“For revenge. Your father is dead.”

Harri felt nothing for her sire besides a flood of relief. In all her
eighteen years, she had feared her father, the magician, Madrin. Now he
would no longer rail at her for being born the wrong sex — and for not
inheriting any of his powers. Or so he thought. He was incorrect about the
latter, but she had kept that knowledge from him, unwilling to give him the
satisfaction of her talent. It was the same for her sister, Morgan.

“You must hide before they find you.” Sister Matilda
urged.

“But where?”

“Come with me,” she pleaded.

“We must dress,” Morgan protested.

“No time.” The elderly vestal ushered them out of their room.
The stone floor was cold on their bare feet as they followed the sister to a
small chapel. She led them up the aisle to the front of the room, then
removed two candlesticks and opened the top of the altar where they saw a
deep cavity under the horizontal surface.

“In with you.”

The girls climbed into the box, curling on their sides and scrunching down
to fit into the space.

“I will come back for you when it’s safe,” Sister Matilda
promised before lowering the lid. The sound of metal hitting wood told Harri
she had replaced the candlesticks.

Harri moved in the cramped space, trying to get comfortable. She froze when
a rough male voice demanded, “What have you done with
them?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying, you old bitch.”

“You dare such sacrilege?”

“You are no better than Madrin, sheltering his demon’s
spawn.”

The words were followed by the sound of a hand slapping against flesh.
Sister Matilda cried out in pain.

“Where are they?”

There was no answer, but Harri heard something hitting the floor. She
crammed her fist against her mouth as she struggled not to scream.

Outside in the chapel, a whirlwind of destruction erupted — heavy pews
being tossed about, glass breaking. And then silence.

Harri trembled in their hiding place, and she could feel her sister’s
similar vibrations.

Footsteps approached the altar, and she struggled to keep her teeth from
chattering. A sweeping noise sent the candlesticks clattering to the stones.
The top creaked up, and Harri cringed away.

“And what have we here?”

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Best-Selling Author Rebecca York began her
career as a journalist writing articles for newspapers and magazines, but
after several years decided to try writing fiction. She’s a highly
successful author of over 50 romantic suspense and paranormal novels and is
the head of the Columbia Writers Workshop. Her many awards include two Rita
finalist books. She has two Career Achievement awards from Romantic Times:
for Series Romantic Suspense and for Series Romantic Mystery. Her Peregrine
Connection series won a Lifetime Achievement Award for Romantic Suspense
Series. She collects rocks, and enjoys cooking, walking, reading, gardening,
travel, and Mozart operas.

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The Mind Sleuth Series

 

Mystery, Suspense, Thriller

Date Published: May 18, 2022

Publisher: Mind Sleuth Publications

 

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When Violet Cruz accused U.S. Representative Alan Barclay of being
“the spawn of a Martian whore” and took a shot at him, everyone
agreed that she was delusional. It was just another conspiracy theory in
Washington, DC, where such bizarre claims had become all too common.

Tiring of the media harassing the family, however, Cruz’s cousin
brought the case to Private Investigator Rebecca Marte. She figured that the
public was probably right. Rebecca was, however, willing to give the case
another look as Cruz’s sudden, total break from reality without any
apparent cause was almost as strange as her beliefs.

With his background in psychology, working with Sam “Doc” Price
made sense to Rebecca and she welcomed him as a consultant. But soon, the
two, who had worked so well in the past, found themselves at each
other’s throats. She dropped him from the investigation, but with his
“dog with a bone” determination, Doc went on alone.

Unfortunately, the now-divided team was going after an adversary more
cunning and more ruthless than any they’ve faced before. If
they’d realized the odds of their survival apart, they would have
found a way to put their differences aside before it was too late.

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Chapter 1

 

There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who
face reality;

and then there are those who turn one into the other.

Desiderius Erasmus

Dutch philosopher

 

Wednesday, April 6

Morning, The National Mall, Washington, DC

“At least you didn’t have to take a bullet for the
guy.”

Renee Portnell heard the words but made no attempt to find their meaning in
the fog of pain that filled her mind. Rather, she watched in numbed
disbelief as a trickle of blood inched closer to a Washington Senators
baseball cap that sat on the sidewalk. She had to be ten yards away sitting
on a park bench and the sun was just beginning to crest the buildings
ringing the National Mall, but with a half-dozen Washington DC Metropolitan
Police Department cars now parked on the grass, all with their headlights
blazing, she could move another ten and the horror of the scene
wouldn’t fade.

“Government, right?”

Portnell slowly turned toward the sound of the voice beside her, an MPD
officer, his name already forgotten. “What?”

“The guy? I heard he was a senator or something. Figured you’d
have to take a bullet for him if it came to that.”

“U.S. Representative Alan Barclay,” said Portnell, every word
drawn out like she was from the deep south rather than Connecticut.
“Although, that’s Secret Service, not private protection
services.”

Portnell shook her head to clear it, each of her senses slowly returning to
the here and now, each becoming preternaturally acute for an instant before
succumbing to the next. She heard the murmur of voices filled with urgency
and authority all around. She registered the acrid smell of car exhaust
mixing with the sickly-sweet of cherry blossoms that had reached their peak
the week before. She tasted gunpowder on her tongue, her saliva no match for
its bitterness. But when her gaze fell on the woman lying on the sidewalk,
the round-robin of sensations ended. She couldn’t pull her eyes away.
And all the while she wondered, how could Barclay’s ball cap have
landed so close to the woman and so far from him?

The police and paramedics had already moved away from the female. Portnell
wasn’t surprised. She’d always been an excellent shot and any of
the four rounds she’d squeezed off could have been fatal. The only
difference between them and the thousand she’d fired before today was
that the previous ones had only penetrated paper. These last four had found
flesh and bone, blood and muscle. As she watched, the woman’s blood
inched ever closer to the cap.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Portnell knew. In her eight years
with the military police, she had never fired her sidearm in the line of
duty. And when she had retired, her recruitment into the private sector had
emphasized the fact that female body guards were often instrumental in
de-escalating violence. But when the threat is shooting at your client,
gender is not going to stop the onslaught. Only a bullet could.

“Renee, look at me.” The drop in his volume pulled
Portnell’s eyes to the officer’s face. “From what I hear,
you got nothing to worry about. The shooting was righteous. She shot first
and you have the right to protect yourself and others from deadly force.
Only question seems to be, she get off two shots or three?”

Portnell thought it could have been more. Hadn’t she stared in
disbelief for seconds? Hadn’t she fumbled with her firearm when
drawing it from her shoulder holster? The only thing that had gone smoothly
was the Weaver stance-aim-fire sequence, a routine that was burned into her
muscle memory from those thousand practice shots at targets that she
couldn’t harm.

“Not that you need insurance, but she was obviously a wacko,”
said the officer. “I mean, what the hell was it she said?”

Portnell stared at the man’s face, wondering how many times she was
going to have to repeat those words? Of course, it wasn’t like
she’d ever forget them. “When she first approached, she said,
‘You must find it hard to represent the folks back
home.’”

There was nothing particularly memorable in that part of her statement, but
her voice was so melodic, almost childlike. Perhaps that was why, when
Portnell started forward to ask the woman to move on, Barclay had given her
“the signal”—a hand held low at his side, palm facing
backward. Of course, the woman’s physical appearance may have played a
part in his decision as well. Although Barclay had a reputation as a family
man, even he could dream and the woman was the stuff of men’s
dreams—a dark, exotic beauty in a pure white dress.

“Then, she said, ‘I mean, it’s gotta be tough for the
spawn of a Martian whore like you.’”

“Spawn of a Martian whore,” said the MPD officer, chuckling and
shaking his head. “Where the heck do these kooks get this crap? I
mean, you knew the guy better than me. There’s no truth to her words,
right?” The officer laughed again like it was the funniest thing
he’d ever heard. Portnell just stared.

She suspected that it was the incongruity of the hate in the woman’s
words and the lilting tone that had carried them to her ears that had caused
her hesitation. She remembered thinking, could this be real? She knew, of
course, that this might happen one day. But in her mind’s eye, it was
always the silhouette of a crazed man. It was the practice target of the
firing range given life.

But while her response had been hesitant, the woman hadn’t
vacillated. A gun materialized in her hand where moments before there had
been none. The crack of her first shot brought Portnell out of her trance.
She reached for her handgun, but it caught for an instant on her jacket. The
woman fired again. Portnell saw Barclay spin to the ground out of the corner
of her eye, perhaps as a defensive reaction, but probably from the impact of
the round. His cap flew from his head, which now explained where it had
landed on the sidewalk.

Her handgun came free and from that instant on, she no longer needed to
think. Each of her four shots produced a new bloom of red on the
woman’s simple white dress. But unlike Barclay, she stayed upright, as
if she was one of the paper targets hung from the carrier at the firing
range. Finally, the woman crumpled to the ground.

“Two,” said Portnell, the words indistinct in her ears.

“What?”

“She fired twice.”

The officer didn’t say anything, but Portnell could hear him moving.
After a moment, the man crouched down in her line of sight. Her vision
dimmed and she collapsed to her back on the bench. The officer yelled,
“Get a paramedic over here. She’s going into shock.” It
sounded like he was twenty yards away, not standing over her.

Lying down helped, and Portnell’s vision and hearing cleared a bit.
She rolled to her side, watching as the trickle of crimson reached the bill
of the baseball cap. Now, the darkening fabric marked the slow march of the
woman’s blood. She stared at the woman’s face. Once, it had
reflected an energy to match her voice, but now, it looked more like frozen
stone, her naturally dark complexion faded from the loss of blood. Only her
eyes seemed to show signs of the person she had been; they twinkled with an
inner light, although Portnell knew that was impossible.

Another man appeared in her line of sight. “Stay with me,
ma’am.” He turned away. “Get that stretcher over here.
Now!”

It was help, and Portnell thought she should feel relieved. She
didn’t. She knew no one could help her with what she needed
most—getting the image of the beautiful woman in white with the
melodic voice out of her mind forever.

  About the Author

Bruce Perrin

Bruce Perrin has been writing for more than 25 years, although you will
find much of that work in professional technical journals or conference
proceedings. But after completing a PhD in Industrial/Organization
Psychology and spending a number of years in the research and development of
advanced learning technology with a major aerospace company, he’s now
applying his background to writing. Not surprisingly, most of his work falls
in the techno-thriller, mystery, and hard science fiction genres, examining
where technology and psychology meet, now and in the future.

In addition to pounding the keyboard, Bruce likes to tinker with home
automation and is an avid hiker, logging nearly 2,500 miles a year in the
first eight years of Fitbit ownership. When he is not on the trails, he
lives with his wife in Aurora, CO. For a closer look at his writing life,
book reviews, and progress on his upcoming works, please join him at
brucemperrin.com.

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Lawdawg Teaser Tuesday

 

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Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

 

Date Published: 3/25/22

Eden: The first time I saw Grady Bassett was when Samson brought Charlotte home. Turned out my brother’s woman is Grady’s daughter. Naturally, the man’s focus wasn’t on some camgirl at a MC he had no desire to be around. When he finally does notice me, he can’t see me for my position within the club — a woman who has sex on camera for strangers. But I noticed him… and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.

Lawdawg: Eden’s the most naturally sexy woman I’ve ever seen. Sure, I’d been worried sick about my daughter, but the second the danger to her was past, I became obsessed with Eden. I even downloaded every one of her videos. Which meant I binge watched. I gave Samson hell for wanting my daughter when he’s so much older, but now I’m in the same position. I need to let her go, to be the better man. But now I know Eden has an online stalker. He knows where she lives and who her friends are. Black Reign is compromised, so I reached out Cain at Bones MC. She might be young enough to be my daughter, but she’s still mine. No one will ever harm her. This stalker will have to go through me to even get close.

EXCERPT

She answered on the first ring. “Hey there, Lawdawg. How’s it hangin’?” She hiccuped slightly at the end and giggled.

Are you… are you drunk?”

Well, yeah. It’s a party, you know. We’re all drunk.”

Great,” I muttered. “Just fuckin’ great.” I scrubbed a hand over my face but continued. “Listen to me, Eden. Go to Samson. You’re in danger. There’s a guy stalking you.”

Sinner58? Yeah. I know. He’s running off all my good followers.” She sounded like she was pouting.

You knew about this?” Anger was starting to build inside me. Anger. Aggression. I wanted to take her over my knee and paddle her like the child she was.

Of course, I knew! He’s been bullying my regulars for weeks. It’s just that it must have stepped up in the last few days, because my followers are leaving now instead of merely waiting until the next show.”

Did you tell anyone?”

Nope.” No further explanation.

Of course, you didn’t.” I let out an exasperated breath. “Look. Just stay put. This guy knows where you are and how to get to you. I’m headed that way.”

Oh, you are, huh?”

Eden…” I tried to inject as much warning as I could. Anyone else would have tripped all over themselves to do his bidding. Eden? Not so much.

What do you plan on doing when you get here?”

I’m lockin’ that place down with you in it!”

Oh, really?”

I don’t have time to argue with you, Eden,” I snapped, beginning to get really angry now. Well, angry but more frustrated. She wasn’t taking this seriously at all. Hadn’t in all the time she knew about it.

You don’t?” I sensed a trap but had no idea what it might be. “Well, what if I did this…” There was a pause before my phone signaled I had a text. I pulled it up and there was a selfie of Eden. Her exquisite tits on fine display. “Or this.” The next image she sent had a man sucking at one of those tits. Something inside me just… snapped. I felt like something inside my head that was primitive and territorial roared to the front and demanded I claim that woman. She was mine. No one else’s. It didn’t seem to matter she was young enough to be my daughter or that my late wife was probably rolling over in her grave because of the girl’s age. I needed her and had every intention of taking her with me. I could tell myself it was to keep her safe, but the pure and simple fact was, I just fucking wanted her.

About the Author

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

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