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Blog Tour: Donnan's Rose by J R Salisbury with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for J R Salisbury’s Donnan's Rose. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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As the fourth MacLeod son, Donnan MacLeod does not have to take on the responsibilities his older siblings do. He is free to keep his business private. As a privateer he sails the channel looking for smugglers. Very elite smugglers.

It's not until he returns to Skye for his mother's birthday when Donnan begins to lose control of his life. And it's all because of a woman, the one woman he's loved since childhood. The woman he desires above all others - that is should he ever think of taking a wife.

Rosalind, strong willed and opinionated far more than most, she is determined to find out what it is Donnan is hiding. Never before had they kept things from each other, but Rosalind is convinced he's keeping something huge from her.

Everything changes in the blink of an eye.

Stowing away in the back of Donnan's coach, Rosalind changes their lives forever. The adventure begins...

 

 

 

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“Rosalind, what in the name of God have you done?” he asked. “What are you doing in the back of my carriage?” Rosalind squared her shoulders, trying not to think what a miserable picture she must look. She summoned the lie she had concocted for just this moment. “I could not stay, Donnan. I can be more useful with you than back at the castle alone." His brows drew together. He surveyed her from top to bottom, taking in every inch of her seedy appearance, shaking his head. “Come into the inn with me, Rose. We can speak inside. After you've bathed, of course." He smirked at her, extending his arm. Rosalind took her time bathing. She knew Donnan was angry with her stealing away. She had to make him understand. Finally, she finished and rejoined him in the sitting room of the suite he'd gotten them. A mouthwatering meal graced a table. Her stomach reminded her she hadn't eaten since she was on Skye. "Come and join me," he said as he rose from a chair he sat in. "Thank you." She followed him to the table and sat in a chair he'd pulled out for her. He was not happy. His face told her so. He sat across from her, his eyes intently watching her. "Rose, do you realize what you've done by stowing away in my carriage?" "Of course I do. I'm quite sure Rory is furious with me." Donnan picked up a piece of cheese and broke it in half. "If he doesn't think we planned this to begin with." She shook her head. "I will take full responsibility for my actions." "Not that it will do any good now," he replied briskly. "What would you have me do, Donnan? Sit and wait on you for another year? I'm sure when the time came, you would have an excuse not to come back and accept your duties." "That is exactly what you were suppose to do, Rose! You were suppose to wait for a year," he bellowed. "I would never purposely disobey anything Rory orders of me. Never. He is not only my brother, he's my clan leader. When the year was up, I would have come back for you, Rose. Now you've changed all that. Now we must marry." She said nothing for a moment. She speared a piece of chicken and ate it. If Donnan wasn't so angry with her, she could sit right here and enjoy this plain feast. "Why can't I simply spend the year with you? I can help you, I'm sure. After that, we can return to Skye and marry just like Rory wishes." "Surely you jest. I cannot have you live with me and follow me around for a year like some tap room wench. You're a lady, Rose. Your reputation would be ruined. No, we'll do the proper thing and marry at Gretna Green." "What? When?" "Now. Our journey will begin as soon as we've finished our meal."

 

 

 

 
 
I've always been a creative individual. Writing is just a facet of that creativity...
 
My careers in public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, artist management, modeling and special event planning all elevated my passion for writing, not to mention gave me a treasure trove for story lines.
 
I write women's fiction; contemporary romance (as Jamie Salisbury) and historical romance (as JR Salisbury) which is ever evolving. I am fortunate enough that writing (and marketing of said product(s)) is my full-time job, although I always have one or two other projects going at the same time.
 
I now live in a suburb of Atlanta. Some of my other interests include photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course, travel.
 
I sincerely hope my writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. I love to be contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs.
 
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Blog Tour: The Genes of Isis by Justin Newland with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Justin Newland’s The Genes of Isis. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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Akasha is a precocious young girl with dreams of motherhood. She lives in a fantastical world where most of the oceans circulate in the aquamarine sky waters.
 
Before she was born, the Helios, a tribe of angels from the sun, came to Earth to deliver the Surge, the next step in the evolution of an embryonic human race. Instead they spawned a race of hybrids and infected humanity with a hybrid seed.
 
Horque manifests on Earth with another tribe of angels, the Solarii, to rescue the genetic mix-up and release the Surge.
 
Akasha embarks on a journey from maiden to mother and from apprentice to priestess then has a premonition that a great flood is imminent. All three races – humans, hybrids and Solarii – face extinction.
 
With their world in crisis, Akasha and Horque meet, and a sublime love flashes between them. Is this a cause of hope for humanity and the Solarii? Or will the hybrids destroy them both? Will anyone survive the killing waters of the coming apocalypse?
 
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The moonlight flooded through the window but Issa was still awake. Once the street cats grew tired of fighting and the hyenas and foxes stopped scavenging, she roused herself and began her descent. Clutching a glow lamp in one hand and Fryme's package in the other, she crept downstairs and stopped in the middle of a corridor, beside a section of wall that would have appeared unremarkable to anyone else. She knew otherwise. A few words, an arcane utterance, followed by a shimmer of light and the astral curtain disappeared, revealing the secret door. She stepped through it, into the corridor beyond. She was going to the God Crucible, an occult chamber beneath her house. Its astral protections were such that no one, not even Cheiron, the High Priest, suspected its existence. Her breathing was shallow. This was the first point of no return. Her glow-lamp threw long shadows down the narrow, sloping tunnel. Divided in two, it had steps on one side and a slanting ramp on the other. In front of her on the ground was a piece of white bandage, accidentally torn off the mummified body of her son, which she'd dragged down the ramp before Cheiron had arrived. How heavy he had been. They didn't call it a dead weight for nothing. She could still smell the musty odour of the dust particles she'd dislodged.
 
JUSTIN NEWLAND writes historical, fantasy and speculative fiction with a supernatural bent.
His first novel, The Genes of Isis (Matador, 2018), is an epic fantasy set under Ancient Egyptian skies.
His second novel, The Old Dragon's Head (Matador), is a historical fantasy set in Old China and is due out in November 2018.
His work in progress is a historical novel set in Prussia during the Enlightenment in the 1760’s.
His stories add a touch of the supernatural to history and deal with the existential themes of war, religion, evolution and the human’s place in the universe.
He lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England.
 
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Blog Tour: The Witch's Touch by Rosie Wylor-Owen with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Rosie Wylor-Owen’s The Witch's Touch. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

 

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Criminals are going missing. Felons or not, Detective Meeks is duty-bound to find them, with little to go on but a suspicious encounter between the latest missing person and a local business owner. As the case unravels, Meeks struggles to make sense of a world he thought he understood. Yet this twist of fate could be his chance to truly making a difference to the community he holds dear.

Amanda Solanke is used to making waves, but never with the police. The last person to see the latest missing criminal, she is dragged to the heart of a police investigation. A small business owner in the eyes of the community, behind closed doors Amanda and her partner Leona guard a magical secret. The closer they are watched, the closer Amanda and Leona come to facing the ultimate danger: exposure.

 

 

 

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“Do you think anyone noticed?” he asked. “Not a soul,” Amanda said, grinning when he raised an eyebrow. “Very funny, ‘Manda.” He squared his shoulders, casting another glance over one of them just in case. “This one’s a fighter.” “I always thought possessing people must get easier with practice,” she said, sipping her cocktail. “Getting a bit rusty, Leona?” After all this time, she still found difficulty in referring to her partner whilst she co-habited another person’s body. Particularly someone as detestable as Daniel Hill. Leona – or Daniel – rolled their eyes. “Only a Witch would assume it’s easy. Well, maybe a Valkyrie too. Shall we go?” “Please.” “All right. Whenever you’re ready.” Amanda paused, adopted her best glower and threw the rest of her cocktail into Hill’s scrunched face. “How dare you!” she exclaimed. “I’ve known pigs with better manners!” Snatching up her handbag, Amanda did her best to stomp in her stilettoes towards the door.

 

 

 

 

Rosie Wylor-Owen was born in Worcester, England at the height of baggy jeans and boy-band popularity. Her work has been featured in the literary magazines The Fiction Pool, Anti-Heroin Chic and Ariel Chart, and the Manawaker Studios Podcast. Her short story "Arm-in-Arm with Alchemy" was accepted for publication by Otter Libris for inclusion in the anthology "Magical Crime Scene Investigation." In February 2018 she won third place in the Fiction Writer's Global flash fiction contest for her story "In Exchange for Your Sins".

 

 

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Blog Tour: The Mystery of Flight 2222 by Thomas Neviaser with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Thomas Neviaser’s The Mystery of Flight 2222. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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Two strangers meet while seated together on a long distance air flight. The more seasoned of the two creates a game to pass the time. They choose seven passengers and proceed to guess their names, age, occupation, marital status, and personality. Later, they are informed of severe mechanical problems disabling the plane, leading to a crash into the sea. They survive along with only seven other passengers, incredibly the seven people from the game they had just played. The subsequent prolonged and horrifying adventure in a raft presents many obstacles to their survival including sharks, severe weather, death, hunger, thirst, declining physical and mental health, paranoia, and pirates of the high seas. Their long awaited rescue from the ravages of the sea is just the beginning of their trip to Hell and back.

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The sun was setting, and a cool breeze had begun to blow. Frank awoke to see Yuto and Soo Mi staring at the sea, then splashing their faces with seawater. Helen’s head was lying in Frank’s lap, the back of her head blood-caked. He soaked a rag with water and attempted to moisten the blood to remove it. She tried to open her eyes, but the seawater mist had evaporated, and a salty crust covered her eyelids. Frank dabbed the rag on her eyes gently. “Thanks. Any signs of…?” Helen whispered. “No. They’ll be here soon.” “How do you know?” she asked. “Hey, this is the twenty-first century. Technology and all that stuff. They know we’re down. They will search for us,” Frank said authoritatively. “It’s been quite a while, you know.” “Yeah, I know, but only a day,” he said, panning the sky. Noticing more water at his feet than just a few minutes ago, he grabbed one of the plastic cups retrieved from the plane and bent over and bailed water out of his area of the raft and passing it on to Yuto, motioning that he do the same and pass it on. “This will be an ongoing thing unless we can stop it,” he said to Yuto. The others also seemed to understand. Feeling a bit refreshed, Frank stood carefully, inspecting the nooks and crannies of the raft hoping to find something new. The tip of a red strap peeked out under Otto. Kneeling down and crawling to him, Frank pointed down. Otto reacted and rolled to his left, and Frank pulled on the rubbery material attached to the strap. Whatever it was, it was huge and bright red. “That’s a cover for this raft. This will stop the water from soaking us, and if it rains, it sure will be a Godsend,” Kimberly said softly while replacing the rag on her bloody head. Frank wondered why she hadn’t offered this information before. He guessed she was injured more than she or he suspected. She, indeed, was acting unusual. That gash is pretty big. Did she suffer a concussion, too? The cover was spread out, the edges lying on each passenger’s lap. Each connection on the cover fit raised areas on the top of the sides of the raft, and the cover was soon being attached in an organized fashion. Once raised by two inflatable poles in the middle and to the sides, window flaps could be lowered to allow the breeze, if any, to ventilate the inside yet keep out the penetrating sun and exhausting heat. A silent celebration of sips from liter bottles of water followed. Flairs, a beacon, water, food, a flashlight, and now a cover. Christ, this is incredible. Kate would be proud that we found them. Now, I have to be sure we don’t lose them. We really need food. “What about food?” Otto asked. A mind reader, now? “There’s a two-day supply of food rations in all rafts, uh, and, I think, saltwater desalting kits. I’m getting sort of goofy so let me think here. There is also a little, uh, fishing kit, I think. Yeah, there is. What else? Uh, a knife somewhere, and, geez, I can’t seem to remember everything.” “We have some unused platters from last night’s dinner, too—not many of them, mind you. Have to go slow with them just like the water,” Frank said, considering the request spooky, especially right after he’d thought of food. “I’m damn hungry. Break one of those suckers open now,” Otto said, raising his voice. Frank viewed the other’s affirmation of Otto’s request and opened two dinners. The food was devoured in no time. Frank reminded them not to drink too much water, but his pleas were being ignored, especially by Otto and Homer. Better get found soon. The water and food will be gone shortly if these fools don’t heed the warnings. Shit, the more that fat bastard drinks, the more the others will drink to keep up. “Listen up, folks. I’m not kidding. I know you all think we are going to get rescued soon, but what if we were way off course, and they’re searching elsewhere? We have to conserve food and water for the worst possible scenario.” No one seemed to hear his voice. Finally, Helen spoke up. “Listen to the man, you assholes. Stop drinking all the fucking water and eating the food. Before you know it, we’ll be destitute out here. Get real. We’re survivors of a shitty crash. How often does that happen? Now, we need to rely on each other and get out of this shithole in one piece. Do you jerks want to live or die of stupidity?” All eyes were upon Helen as she spoke about how cooperation must exist in this floating cosmos. Frank’s pleas had been rejected, but the faces of the others showed understanding, reasoning, and concern. Swearing at these idiots got their attention. I’ve told Kate this multiple times. She always scoffed at my justification for cussing. Wait until I tell her this one! Cussing at times was a serious contention between Kate and Frank. Frank had been brought up with a bunch of boys in the neighborhood, and cursing was the way they made themselves feel like adults and all grown up. The more you cursed, the more the others thought of you as ‘cool.’ However, Kate was not a fan of it. Her father did a lot of it, and it turned her off and embarrassed her for as long as she could remember. She loved her father, but his constant repetition of these words deflated his effect as a father figure in her eyes, and she didn’t want that to happen to their children so she always showed some obvious disappointment when he cursed, often saying, “You don’t want your little girl to grow up cussing, do you?” But it was so difficult to stop cold turkey. It was as if the cursing was automatic, ingrained, so to speak. The words just blurted out without him thinking, often before he even knew he’d said them. He thought Helen’s screaming and using the ‘F’ word proved his point. The people who weren’t listening were shocked into listening for sure. Wasn’t that a good thing? “What’s that in the water?” Irving said, pointing out of his portal in the cover. Everyone leaned toward him, and the raft shifted, throwing several of them into the middle, crushing some of the dinners. Some continued to try to view what Irving had seen while others salvaged the food. “Where?” Maxine asked. “There,” he said. “Shit. It’s a fin, a fucking shark’s fin. He’s going to attack. He’s a Great White. Jesus Christ, get us out of here,” shrieked Homer. “Shut up, Homer. Stop making noise. It will only make him more suspicious. Sharks don’t attack just to attack,” said Irving. “They do if they are hungry,” Homer blurted. “Contrary to your stupid beliefs, they don’t, especially rafts and boats,” Irving replied in a sarcastic tone. “Yeah, I saw Jaws,” Homer said with authority. “That was Hollywood, not real life. Calm down. Keep quiet. Just watch the thing for now,” Frank suggested. For the next few hours, they remained fixated on the shark. It flowed through the water effortlessly while the front end searched and the back end guided the head to and fro. Its movements were repetitive and deliberate, and it certainly was not in a hurry and wasn’t acting agitated. At times, it seemed the shark actually was looking up at the passengers and then glancing down as it turned. The gray leathery covering of its body was quite mesmerizing, and the dorsal fin was the central point, allowing them to follow it wherever it went. Occasionally, the shark dipped below the water, and the fin of the tail replaced it, but shortly after that, the dorsal fin reappeared and moved slowly past the raft. There were other sharks nearby, but this one was the closest and for the longest time. Then, it was gone. They were all gone. Rain in the form of a warm shower began. Frank and Yuto, with the help from Kimberly, fashioned the cover’s top into a funnel to direct the rainwater into some empty bottles. Others scooped up any extra rainwater they could and drank it. It was considered a blessing from above, for sure. Otto seemed to be a dying animal trying to suck up and swallow any water near him. He couldn’t use his right hand, but he licked his shirt and pulled it up to his lips with the left hand, all the while jerking his body around to lick the raft’s edge where the raindrops were so obvious as they hit. Kimberly used a gentler technique, cupping her hands and sipping from the heels of them as water fell onto her fingertips. Others just leaned back with open mouths, and others placed their hands in a circle around their mouths as funnels.

Dr. Neviaser is a retired orthopaedic surgeon and author of many medical articles, papers, presentations, and contributions to medical texts. He’s written extensively on shoulder conditions, his specialty. He is available as a speaker on most orthopaedic conditions. His dynamic presentations involve a great deal of audience participation and personalized attention to attendees. Dr. Neviaser is proud of his orthopedic guide book for the lay person, THE WAY I SEE IT: A Head-to-Toe Guide Guide To Common Orthopaedic Conditions and his first novel, YOU DEAR SWEET MAN. He is now especially excited to introduce to his new novel, THE MYSTERY OF FLIGHT 2222, to be published this 2018 summer.

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Blog Tour: Down Under by Mike Gomes with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Mike Gomes ’s Down Under. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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Some people just need to die.

 

The banks of Australia are not safe with the "Rock n' Roll Bandits" on the loose. Hitting bank after bank they have amassed a small fortune. Now working with the fearless underground leader with terrorist ties, the Dragon, the sky is the limit. Everything seems to be perfect. Little do they know that "The System" has called on Michael Falau to put an end to their criminal ways. What follows is a fly by the seat of your pants adventure that runs across the south of Australia and throws Falau at the highest risk he has ever had. To infiltrate the group he will have to do things he never thought imaginable. With only his guts and cunning he will have to find a way to bring in the outlaws before they learn who he is and kill him.

From the bestselling author Mike Gomes comes the 6th book in the Falau Files. If you love action packed adventure and some grit in your thrillers then this is the book for you. Pick up your copy of Down Under today!

 

**easily read as a standalone!**

 

 

 

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The white windowless van sat at the corner of Union Street and King Street with the summer heat beating down on it. The casing of metal made the temperature rise inside the van and Newcastle, Australia was showing no signs of clouds to lighten their misery. A bead of sweat ran down the cheek of the man sitting in the driver's seat of the van as he looked diligently out the front window. The man took a long and slow drag off the cigarette sitting in his fingers and the smoke swirled around his face. The blue eyes were unwavering in their task and the blond hair on his head was a tousled mess, much like the surfer boys out on the beaches all summer. “Come on Marty, just crack the window.” said a voice from the back seat, not getting the blond man to look back at him. “Shut up, Terry. You will have your chance to be on the street soon.” said Marty, taking another drag from the cigarette. “You boys know the deal on this one just like the rest.” “No problem. Just give us the word.” said the man sitting in the passenger seat with gritted teeth and a toothpick between them. “Tommy, you ready for this?” asked Marty “No problem, boss. Just give me the word.” he said, pulling the slide on his .45 caliber Smith and Wesson handgun before placing it in his belt. “He's a killer if you ask me, Marty.“ said Charlie with a wide grin covering his face. “Ok, boys. Let’s gear up.” said Marty, pulling himself out of the front seat and moving to the back of the van changing into his outfit like the rest. The men wore a coordinated outfit of black shoes, black pants, white shirt, black tie, and black jacket. Pulling the rifles off the wall of the van, the AK-47 was the weapon of choice. The older models were the ones that they could get their hands on due to the strict gun laws in Australia, but the Soviet era assault rifles were more than enough for the job they had at hand. Sliding on the plastic masks that covered the whole head, the members of the team took on the resemblances of the musical group the Beatles. Marty placed his hand on the door and started his countdown with the face of John looking back at the others. “In three, two, one, GO!” The strong hand gripped down hard on the lever and pulled the door to the side exposing the four men as they took to the street. Marty followed the others to the corner leaving the side of the van open and waiting. Getting to the corner Terry pulled the door to the Midtown National Bank open and let the others funnel in as fast as possible before closing the door behind them and standing guard. “Get the fuck down!” screamed Marty as he fired the AK47 into the air dropping down all the people into the room as well as a shower of plaster from the ceiling. The butt end of Tommy’s AK47 found its mark striking down on the back of the head of the guard that was standing beside the door just as he had each time they had come into the bank previously to learn the positioning of all the players that worked here each day. “Ninety seconds, boys!” yelled out Terry, looking at an oversized watch on his wrist.

 

 

 

 

Mike Gomes loves writing fast paced, action packed novels for Adults. The desire to create fun, page turning books that lets readers slip away into another world is what drives him to write. Mike lives with his wife and four children in Massachusetts.

 

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