Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Release Blast... Barb Shuler's A Marshall's Courage



A Marshall’s Courage
A Rescue Novella Series; Book 1
Publish Date: August 26, 2017
Genre: Romantic Suspense


Cover Design by: MadHat Books


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Blurb:


Daniel


Danger is a part of life, at least in my line of work. I serve. I protect. I take down the men and women that would endanger the innocent. My Marine training led me to believe this would be an easy job. It was until Elayna Hart was dropped in my lap. After that, it was all up in the air.


Danger struck, and I had no choice but to do whatever I could to keep her safe. The attraction between us made it harder to focus, until I did the only thing I could. I ran away with her. We were off the grid with only two others for back up. If anyone came after her, we’d die to protect her.

Elayna


Life is full of challenges - ones I have been able to meet head on. My path was straight until him - then it went upside down. Now I’m on the run from a man that wants to do more than crush my heart. My only hope is that the men who have agreed to protect me can do just that.



Purchase Links:
99c for a limited time!
Amazon US : AU : CA : UK
**Available on Kindle Unlimited




Excerpt:


Being a witness to a robbery shouldn't destroy your entire life, but it certainly wrecked mine. It may not have been so bad if I hadn't have recognized the man holding the gun. The man who shot an innocent man for no reason other than stupidity and greed. His face had been shielded by a ski mask, but that deep baritone gave him away. The moment “Hurry the fuck up or I’ll blow your head off” left his lips, I gasped, uttering his name in what I thought was a silent rebuke. He looked my way and the man behind the register tried to grab the gun.


My world flashed in multiple colors as I watched in horror. The guy’s hand reached out, Jonathan jerked back, and with a twitch of his hand the man's head blew back, a coating of red spraying against the back wall. He was dead. I screamed and Jonathan attacked me. His hand wrapped around my throat, and I fought unsuccessfully to get out of his grip. Some noise distracted him for a moment, and I was able to hit his arm and slip out of his hold, barely.


The sound of the sirens made him think twice about attacking again. He ran off, but not before warning me to stay quiet, or I was dead. Why he didn’t just shoot me right then and there, I don’t know.


© Barb Shuler 2017




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What Other’s Are Saying:


Love this book. There are some amazingly funny scenes, some heartbreaking scenes and some gut-wrenching scenes as well. This book has it all, from loving and passionate to suspenseful and scary. ~ Mindy, Goodreads Reviewer

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My Own Nightmare ~ Somewhere I Belong ~ Shatter Me Whole
Genre: Dark Suspense/Thriller ~ Romantic Suspense


Wrangled By Love
Genre: Cowboy Contemporary Romance​


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Each book in these series’s can be read as a stand alone
All of the above books are available in KU

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~Meet Barb Shuler~


I’m a Carolina Girl by right and a Texan by birth. Best of both worlds. I have the brass sass to keep up with my Texas sized temper. Living and working in both states i’ve learned a lot about hard work, adapting to your surroundings and making the best of the path that you have been led down. My grandma Dollie once told me I would know what I was meant to do when it happened. She was right, as always.
As with most book lovers, I am an avid reader. Reading has always been a hobby - a passion, really and a way to get lost in other people’s lives, their drama and other worlds. It’s a private movie in your imagination that you get to cast and navigate through, at your own pace. Reading helps to expand the perimeters of one's mind. That is what got me into writing. Writing has been something that I have done since I was a kid. If I had paper, I was writing. Nine out of ten times it made no sense but what are words if they are not to be used to your advantage? Words are a part of us all. Why not use them, right?
During the day I work as a ‘desk jockey’ and help the residents of my county navigate themselves around our little, but not too little country town. By night I am either blogging with my best friends, doing PA work for some of my favorite authors or fighting with the voices in my head. They can be stubborn at times. It’s a blessing and I am cherishing every moment. Tomorrow is never guaranteed so I want to make sure I live the day as fully as possible. For what is my creation, can become someone else's treasure.

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Saturday, August 26, 2017

New Release... Barb Shuler's A Marshall's Courage

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A Marshall’s Courage
A Rescue Novella Series; Book 1
Publish Date: August 26, 2017
Genre: Romantic Suspense


Cover Design by: MadHat Books



A Marshall's Courage eBook.jpg
Blurb:


Daniel


Danger is a part of life, at least in my line of work. I serve. I protect. I take down the men and women that would endanger the innocent. My Marine training led me to believe this would be an easy job. It was until Elayna Hart was dropped in my lap. After that, it was all up in the air.


Danger struck, and I had no choice but to do whatever I could to keep her safe. The attraction between us made it harder to focus, until I did the only thing I could. I ran away with her. We were off the grid with only two others for back up. If anyone came after her, we’d die to protect her.

Elayna


Life is full of challenges - ones I have been able to meet head on. My path was straight until him - then it went upside down. Now I’m on the run from a man that wants to do more than crush my heart. My only hope is that the men who have agreed to protect me can do just that.



Purchase Links:
99c for a limited time!
Amazon US : AU : CA : UK
**Available on Kindle Unlimited





What Other’s Are Saying:


Love this book. There are some amazingly funny scenes, some heartbreaking scenes and some gut-wrenching scenes as well. This book has it all, from loving and passionate to suspenseful and scary. ~ Mindy, Goodreads Reviewer


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Blog Tour... Rich Leder's Emboozlement

Blog Tour
Emboozlement
by Rich Leder
McCall & Company; Book 3


Blurb:

ONE SLIPPERY SPORTS BAR EMBEZZLER
TWO DEAD DECADENT DIVORCE LAWYERS
MCCALL & COMPANY ON THE CASE

PI Kate McCall was warned to stay home, stay put, and stay out of NYPD business. But someone is killing Lowry Lowe lawyers, and Kate is sure her father’s murderer is pulling the trigger. At the same time, former Major League relief pitcher Steve “Blue” Stark wants her to catch the crook embezzling big bucks from his West Side sports bar.

Kate can’t help but get in the game.

The problem is the killer is cluing her in before murdering each lawyer and she’s falling for Blue as fast as he’s becoming her prime suspect.

Can Kate and her crackpot crew catch her father’s killer before all the lawyers are dead? And will she find real love with dreamboat Blue? Or will she have to lock him up for stealing his own money?

If she comes through the kidnappings, she might beat the odds.



Excerpt:

“Let me paint you a theatrical picture, McCall,” Logan said, “so your half-baked, off-off-off-off-Broadway brain can somehow wrap itself around these particular, fucked-up fences that you yourself have no doubt constructed.”
If you turned to crusty, son-of-a-bitch cop in the dictionary, Logan’s mug would be looking back at you.  He was in his late fifties and had been a homicide detective for three decades.  He was five foot ten and fit for a man his age or ten years younger.  My acting career annoyed him almost as much as my PI career, though plenty of other things annoyed him too, so in some ways I was just another name on his shit list.  I’d been on that list since the first day we’d met.  I’d slipped off it a couple of times, but had always found my way back.  Now that I had committed to being a PI, I was on the list for good.
My permanent position was secured by the fact I had promised him I was “all done investigating any damn thing in New York” and then kept right on investigating damn things in New York.  I’d meant the promise when I’d made it, but as Jimmy had said to me more than once, “Some promises you can’t keep until later.”
This was one of those promises.
“The curtain opens as I arrive at Lowry Lowe,” Logan said, “and tell the partners someone in their dipshit divorce factory is going to get murdered at the end of the week by a serial corporate killer for hire whose calling card is he shoots your goddamn eyes out after he murders you.  How am I doing so far?”
“Born playwright.”
“The partners ask me how in the hell I know this information, as in what gives me the right to scare the crap out of everyone in sight, meaning right at the top of the first act is where the play runs off the rails.  See where I’m going?”
“Page one rewrite.”
“I tell the partners I heard it from an actor who thinks she’s a private investigator because she inherited her father’s PI business after he was murdered and shot in the eyes ten whole fucking weeks ago.  Half the time, I tell the partners, the actor can’t tell her ass from her elbow, and the other half I’m arresting her for idiocy beyond the pale.”
“I can tell my ass from my elbow two-thirds of the time at least.”
He’d reminded me of my father more than once, Logan had, including right then.  Jimmy had spent a good deal of his life frustrated by my life.  Frustration that sounded like, “Jesus Christ, Katie, does your brain not work at all?” which is a question he’d asked me daily since I was sixteen.  Truth be told, I’d asked myself the same question a ton of times too.
But Jimmy had never given up on me, even when he probably should have, and he’d listened to me more than he’d ever admit, even when he probably shouldn’t have.
The same was true of Logan.
“‘How does the actor know this?’, the partners ask me,” Logan said.  “And I reply, ‘Voodoo, the eclipse of the moon, and the wind in the willows.’”
“Yes, the last one, tell them that, the wind in the willows.”
He sat back, shook his head in disbelief like Jimmy used to do, gestured at his desk, and said, “Can you see my mountain of paperwork?”
“They can see your mountain from the Mount Airy Lodge.”
Logan’s desk would one day be in the Smithsonian or maybe Ripley’s.  Every kind of paper possible was scribbled with names and addresses and phone numbers and chicken-scratch notes and was haphazardly piled higher and higher until it looked like the Poconos, with valleys that exposed a corner of his phone here, the edge of his old-school Royal typewriter there.  He had multiple Rolodexes so jam-packed the cards randomly popped off the rolls in futile attempts to escape suffocation.  Logan would grab the offenders and shove them back in place without a second thought.
I was like one of those cards.
“These are homicides ranging in temperature from hot to cold, ranging in age from four o’fucking clock this morning to a lifetime ago,” Logan said.  “The reason they remain on my desk instead of in some faraway file cabinet is that they—each and every one—have a source, a justification for me to insert myself in the downward-spiraling circumstances.  Without a source, I cannot walk into a law firm that chews married people to pieces and spits out divorcees and announce that murder is on their menu.”
“I’m your source.”
“You are not my source.  You are my painful reminder that morons make law enforcement harder than it has to be.  The laws of logic prohibit me from opening an investigation based on the premonition of a reckless actor who I have arrested on multiple occasions.  ‘The sky is falling’ is not how NYPD Homicide conducts business.  How do you know Lowry Lowe is the next name on the list?”
This is where the private investigator thing got tricky for me.  How much of the truth is too much? I thought.  And how soon do you put it in play?  
“Someone told me,” I said, deciding that amount of truth at that moment was plenty for now.
“Who?”
“I don’t know him.”  It was mostly true.  I knew it was the killer, but I had no idea who the killer was.  “An anonymous source.”
“So an anonymous source you don’t know called you out of thin air and said, ‘I was going through my address book and came across your name and thought you might like to know the next pair of eyes going to be shot to shit.’”
“Text.”
“What?”
“He texted me.”
Logan narrowed his eyes.  Three decades of investigating murders in Manhattan had imbued him with radar that could read the dimmest light of truth in a pitch-black tunnel of bullshit and vice versa.  I had not lied to him about Harriman, I had not lied to him about the Industrial Douchebag, and I was not lying now.  I wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but we were only dating.  We weren’t married or anything.
“Did you text the anonymous source back?” Logan said.
“Yes, I did.”
“What did you say?”
“I told him I was going to the police.”  Total lie, I admit.  But I had kept part of my word, which was better than keeping none of it.  The point is the ball was in Logan’s court now.
“You’re not going to tell me his number, are you?” Logan said.
“He’s my source, Logan, and he’s kind of jumpy.  If you start messaging him, he’ll stop talking to me.  I’m your best bet here,” I said, and I pushed back from Harriman’s desk and stood up.
“I don’t want you anywhere near Lowry Lowe.  Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“You don’t want me anywhere near Lowry Lowe.”
“And I want every text he sends you and every reply you send him.  Every one.”
“Anything else?”
He opened a desk drawer and removed my father’s Colt—my Colt.
“I retrieved your gun from the Weehawken Police Department, and I am returning it to you,” Logan said, placing it on top of the chaos that covered his desk.  “I am not doing this because we are friends.”  
“We’re not friends?”  I said.  I didn’t reach for the gun because his hand was still on it, meaning he was giving it to me, yes, but not quite yet.
“Not even during my nightmares, in which you are often the star.  I’m doing this because you will not listen to a word I’ve said.  You will instead continue to investigate your father’s murder, putting your life at grave risk.  If something were to happen to you—dismemberment, for instance, or death, more likely—and it was intimated that having your gun might have somehow saved your sorry ass, then I would be plagued by your absence, though your absence is what I hope for on a daily basis.”
He handed me the Colt, and I could hear, not see, the smallest smile in his voice, and I thought, Just like Jimmy.


~~ Other Books by Rich Leder ~~



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Rich Leder: Novelist—Screenwriter

Rich Leder has been a working writer for more than two decades. His screen credits include 18 produced television films for CBS, Lifetime, and Hallmark, feature films for Paramount Pictures, Tri-Star Pictures, and Left Bank Films, and four novels for Laugh Riot Press.

He has been the lead singer in a Detroit rock band, a restaurateur, a Little League coach, an indie film director, a literacy tutor, a magazine editor, a screenwriting coach, a PTA board member, a commercial real estate agent, and a visiting artist for the University of North Carolina Wilmington Film Studies Department, among other things, all of which, it turns out, was grist for the mill. He resides on the North Carolina coast with his awesome wife, Lulu, and is sustained by the visits home of their three children.

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Friday, August 25, 2017

Blog Tour... Christina Bauer's Angelbound Acca


Acca (Angelbound Origins #3)
by Christina Bauer
Genre: YA Supernatural
Audiobook Release Date: July 2017
Monster House Books
Summary:

In just one week, supernatural warrior Myla Lewis must discover enough evidence to send the evil House of Acca to prison… or she’ll end up in jail herself, along with her fiancĂ©, Prince Lincoln. No pressure.

To gather proof, Myla and Lincoln go undercover at an all-girl’s high school on Earth. Lincoln acts as the new gym teacher; Myla becomes the school’s least popular transfer student ever. To stop them from getting the goods, Acca releases Hell on Earth. Literally. Good thing Myla and Lincoln aren’t afraid of a tough fight. This one promises to be the hardest yet. After all, who ever said high school wasn’t hell?



Purchase:
AUDIOBOOK: Audible ~ iTunes


~~~Barb’s Review ~~~

4.5*s

*audio copy provided by author*

Hooooooly demon bars!!!! I do love Myla, oh yeah, and Lincoln. As with each story you get into Christina takes you on a journey. You may not know the destination, but I can guarantee you, you'll enjoy the ride. I highly recommend these books, and I tell anyone that will listen all about them.

This book gives you a look into allllll the things you were wanting to know after reading Scala. (Or that's how it was for me at least.) The Who, what, when and why of it all comes out and when it does, the crap hits the fan.

There is an underlining to the story that will have you glued to this story. Myla and Lincoln are both about to take their love and life to new heights. This story, with each page literally morphs these characters from "children" to "adults". Chaos gives way to calm and in the end, a simple ceremony makes it what is sure to be, awesomeness.


Monster House Books is celebrating the launch of the audiobook version of the best seller Angelbound ACCA by pricing all Angelbound eBooks at $1.99 or less!
The books can be found on Amazon!



About the Author:

Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers. It is now available as an audiobook on Audible and iTunes.

Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press. 

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.

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