Available Now: One Night in Daytona Beach by Dellani Oakes

ONE NIGHT IN DAYTONA BEACH
City Nights Series, #17
Dellani Oakes

ISBN: 9781311929938
ASIN: B015HRH44A

Length: Novella
Genre: Erotic Romance
Price: $2.99

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He hadn't seen her in 10 years, but there she was, dressed in black leather, straddling the Harley. Draven Wick is back home, on a break from filming his vampire themed TV show, when he spots Jamie Humphrey at a Bike Week raffle. The love of his teen life, Draven never thought he'd see her again. Rekindling their romance after 10 years is the easy part. Unfortunately, Draven has been blamed for the death of a notorious bike gang leader. Staying ahead of the police, and the biker gang bent on revenge, takes Jamie and Draven to the brink of disaster.

• • •

Long, dangerous legs, an ass that wouldn't quit, lush curves clad in skimpy black leather. Flaming-red hair that wafted on the breeze while the rumble of a thousand Harleys filled the air.

Draven couldn't draw his eyes from the gorgeous redhead, whose hair reminded him of the flames on the side of his bike. Heavy metal music thrummed from gigantic speakers, banging and echoing from the sides of the nearby condos. Cameras snapped, his included, as she draped herself over the motorcycles being raffled off for charity. The line to register wound around the parking lot.

"I'd like to rev her engine," one man said as he stuffed his tickets into his wallet.

"Full throttle." The man next to him laughed loudly at their joke.

Every man there was thinking the same thing, which was the entire point of having a sexy, long-legged woman straddling the chrome-studded leather seat. Leaning on the handle bars, she rocked back, her chest to the sky as she arched her spine. With a quick swing of her legs, she did a shoulder stand on the seat, then lowered her feet with agonizing slowness so that the toes of her high-heeled boots pointed directly at the patch of stretched black leather between her thighs.

Draven nearly dropped his phone. The man next to him let his cup of beer slide from his numb fingers. Every man in the line eyed her with fascination. Though disgusted with the behavior of the men, the women couldn't help but stare, too. They were amazed that anyone could achieve such antics on a motorcycle. The music continued to thrum and pound at them as they watched her routine. In a fleeting moment of coherence, Draven recognized it as Killing Strangers by Marilyn Manson. She was certainly slaying every man in the place with her sexy routine.

"Hey, buddy, your turn!" the man at the cash register called, snapping his fingers.

Draven stumbled forward, his legs having lost the ability to move without conscious thought. He fumbled with his wallet and phone, trying to slide one out and the other into the pockets of suddenly too-tight jeans.

"How many?" the man asked, all business.

"Um, how much are they?"

"Hundred a piece."

"You take plastic?"

"Everything but American Express."

"I'll take five."

"You got it." He filled out Draven's details, rang up the cost and scanned his plastic.

"Does the girl come with it?" the man behind Draven asked. He was old and fat, not the kind of man a girl like her would even look at once. His words might have been said in jest, but coming from his slobby, heavy-jowled mouth, it was seriously pervy. The men behind the table and near him in the line gaped at him, horrified.

"That young lady is my daughter," the man who handled Draven's transaction growled. "So you watch what you say."

"How's a man let his daughter act like a hoor in public?" the fat man yelled, slamming a meaty fist down on the table.

Startled by the noise, the girl lost her balance as she rolled out of the shoulder stand. Toppling, she fell. Draven leaped toward her, covering the ten feet to the cycles in a superhuman rush. He steadied her, helping her sit up slowly. Getting a good look at her face, he felt a spark of recognition.

• • •

Dellani Oakes makes her home in Florida, but she grew up in Western Nebraska. Before that, she had lived in four other states. Since then, she has added two more, giving her a unique perspective on life. Always a people watcher, Dellani put that talent to use when she became an author.

Bitten by the writing bug early in life, Dellani first pursued poetry as her medium of self-expression. Soon, she moved on the song parodies and then short stories and humorous essays. Once she got to high school, it became apparent that she needed to learn to spell when she got a paper back from her English teacher, “For content – A+. For mechanics – F.” That comment changed her life, forcing her to focus as much on how she said things as what she said.

Dellani took up writing full time when her youngest son started kindergarten in 2002. Since then, she has published four books. Her two romantic suspense novels are with Tirgearr Publishing, though she has an historical romance and sci-fi novel with another publisher. She has also contributed to several anthologies.

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Available Now: Legacy of Hunger by Christy Nicholas

LEGACY OF HUNGER
Druid's Brooch Series
Christy Nicholas

ISBN: 9781311528575
ASIN: B0155KSX9Y

Length: Novel
Genre: Historical Fiction
Price: $4.99

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Ireland is no promised land in 1846. It is wracked by a crippling potato blight, and people are dying. But Valentia McDowell doesn’t know that. 

From her father’s prosperous farm in Ohio, young Valentia is haunted by tales of an abandoned family and a lost heirloom. She travels to her grandmother’s homeland with her brother, Conor, and two servants, to find both. Her delight in the exciting journey on one of the first steam ships to cross the Atlantic is shattered by a horrible tragedy. 

What she encounters upon her arrival in Ireland is both more and less than she had hoped. Valentia finds both enemies and allies, amid horrors and delights, and a small bit of magic. She finds a richer heritage than she had ever imagined, but it comes with a price. 

When she finally reaches her goal, a terrible price is demanded. She must pay or forfeit, and both decisions have strong consequences for her and her friends.

• • •

The Quest

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - April 1846

Grandmamma’s brooch haunted Valentia’s dreams.

Even as she relaxed at afternoon tea with her mother, the lace doily reminded her of the delicate intertwining design of the brooch. That, in turn, reminded her of the task she had fixed her mind upon.

She was tired of always settling for the smallest bits of the good things in life. Perhaps it was time to take larger chunks.

Valentia’s corset pinched as she leaned towards the tea tray, reaching for a large cake on the upper tier.

“Control yourself, Valentia, or you’ll end up looking like one of those Pittsburgh steel workers.” Majesta McDowell was always aware of appearances. From the servant’s area, one of the maids sniggered.

Grimacing at her mother, Valentia reached for a much smaller piece when she heard shouts, but not the normal sound of a foreman yelling at his workers.

It sounded like panic.

Several patrons stood to look out the plate glass window of the café. Though she was tall for a woman, all Valentia could see were the backs of strangers, and occasionally someone running in the street.

A sharp crack accompanied a muffled explosion. Clouds of dust billowed, and Valentia fought her rising dread.

People in the café jammed the door, trying to escape.

Valentia, her mother, and their maids, Sarah and Maggie, pushed out of the stifling building. Panicked voices screamed amid crashes, all from a street not far away, in the direction of the Monongahela House Hotel.

Where they had been staying.

Her mind raced in panic, her stomach tied in a knot. Trying to make sense of the chaos, she looked the maids and her mother. She was transfixed, staring at the looming threat.

A menacing column of black, oily smoke billowed from the riverside, a searing blanket of menace. The smell of burning wood filled the air.

A church bell tolled. She suppressed her terror and took charge.

“Mother, this way!” Valentia tugged on her mother’s arm to break the spell she was under, pulling her away from the hotel.

Majesta McDowell didn’t have long legs, nor did either of their maids. Still, they made decent time down the cobblestoned street. Faster runners jostled and shoved past the cluster of women in their panicked flight.

Fleeing from the smoke and commotion, the heel of Valentia’s fashionable boot struck a cobblestone at an odd angle as they ran. A sharp pain pierced her ankle.
Valentia nearly collided with a young man who was unloading kegs in front of a pub. She tripped over the dolly, and tumbled to the ground, scraping her knees and hands, but she managed to get up and run again. Belatedly, she made sure her flock still followed.

Where to go? Where were her father and brother supposed to be this morning? Down at the docks. The men would be able to get to safety by jumping in the water, if nothing else. The women were too far from the rivers to use that option.

Panting, they halted many blocks away. Shoving down her fear, Valentia glanced up. The plume of smoke was farther away, much less threatening, so she felt they could continue at a less frantic pace. People here hadn’t even noticed the fire yet. She had absolutely no idea of where they were.

“Mother, if we can find a river it might be the safest place to wait. How can we find father and Conor?”

Majesta was still panting, and Valentia realized she had set a brutal pace.

“I don’t believe we can… unless we go back… to the hotel. Blast! They will… have to assume we’ve made it… to safety.”

They passed a post office and brought the postman outside, pointing to the widening column of smoke. The alarm grew around them, the panic spreading. The postman rushed back into the shop and came out with a whistle. He blew it at set intervals, apparently a pre-arranged signal.

A carriage came barreling down the narrow street, and Valentia yanked Maggie up against the shop.

Her mother’s maid, Sarah, wasn’t quick enough. A blow knocked her to the cobblestones. She lay perfectly still.

With a scream, her mother moved to Sarah’s side, and pulled her out of the busy street by the shoulders. Valentia grabbed the woman’s feet, and they moved her to the wide sidewalk. The postman knelt by them and checked her breathing while Majesta quietly sobbed.

“She’s breathing, Mistress. I’ll go fetch a doctor. You just wait here, eh?”

Valentia nodded, trying to clean the worst of the dirty smudges from the maid’s face.

“Wake up, Sarah. Wake up!” Majesta shook her shoulders.

• • •

Christy Nicholas, also known as Green Dragon, has her hands in many crafts, including digital art, beaded jewelry, writing, and photography. In real life, she's a CPA, but having grown up with art all around her (her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother are/were all artists), it sort of infected her, as it were. She loves to draw and to create things. She says it's more of an obsession than a hobby. She likes looking up into the sky and seeing a beautiful sunset, or seeing a fragrant blossom or a dramatic seaside. She takes a picture or creates a piece of jewelry as her way of sharing this serenity, this joy, this beauty with others. Sometimes this sharing requires explanation – and thus she writes. Combine this love of beauty with a bit of financial sense and you get an art business. She does local art and craft shows, as well as sending her art to various science fiction conventions throughout the country and abroad.

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Available Now: Matt Costello Mysteries Box Set by Brid Wade

MATT COSTELLO MYSTERIES BOX SET
Brid Wade

ISBN: 9781311156945
ASIN: B0151WQX84

Length: Novel
Genre: Mystery
Price: $5.99

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This box set contains:

Watchers, #1
When the remains of a woman are found in Drohola Woods, ex-Garda detective, Matt Costello, is called in by the estate owner to help with the investigation. Clues lead Matt down a twisting path to a more gruesome discovery -- the woman is one of ten who disappeared ten years ago. And now, fresh bodies are turning up.

Sleeping Dogs, #2
When a judge is murdered in his home and the murder weapon belongs to Billy Hannan, a man missing for three years, Matt Costello is brought in. As he digs deeper, he finds a web of deceit and a cover-up with roots embedded deeply in the annals of Irish history. Matt can't let sleeping dogs lie if he's to find the killer and get to the truth of what happened to Billy Hannan.

Wild Justice, #3
After a chance encounter with an unhappy young girl, Matt is moved by her sadness and offers to help, giving her his card. When his phone rings that night, he finds the girl sobbing on the other end, begging for help. Matt finds himself thrown into the hunt for her father and his murderer.

• • •

Born in Dublin, Ireland, Brid’s family hails from the inner city, making her a true blue ‘Dub’. One of four sisters, she was educated by the Holy Faith Nuns in Larkhill. Always drawn to the arts, Brid studied piano at the Municipal School of Music. Later she joined a band where she played the electronic organ and sang harmony with her sister. They were known as The Honeybees.

At nineteen, she met her future husband and travelled to Manchester for a year before returning to Ireland where they married and she settled down to become a stay-at-home mum to their three children. At that time she learned to paint, which led to her joining The North Dublin Craftworkers’ Association, on whose behalf she ran the annual Christmas Craft Gift Fair in the city centre. This led to a new career within the exhibition industry.

In 2001, seeking a change of environment, Brid moved to Kilkenny City and began to write. An avid armchair detective, she chose her favourite genre; crime fiction. Her aim was to create a character in a series of mystery stories based in modern Ireland. Matt Costello is that character. In 2006, she relocated to Inistioge, a picturesque village outside Kilkenny City, where she continues to write and paint.

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Available Now: Thicker Than Water by Mary O'Sullivan

THICKER THAN WATER
Mary O'Sullivan

ISBN: 9781310868177
ASIN: B0155FWOYE

Length: Novel
Genre: Thriller
Price: $4.99

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When local teenager, Keira Shannon, and her father, business man Gerard Shannon, go missing, the people of Ballyderg town unite to search for them. Rumours of domestic violence, extramarital affairs, and criminal behaviour emerge. The crisis causes families and life-long friends to doubt each other. The only certainty left is that the town has been visited by evil. Or has it? Could it be the evil one has always lived among them, sharing history, laughter and tears? If so, who could it be?

• • •

Maeve Crocker liked to have the radio tuned in as she worked about the house. She didn’t always pay attention to what was on, but she was concentrating now as she listened to a renewed appeal for information on the whereabouts of a missing girl. The fourth to disappear without trace in the past eighteen months. This girl was a student named Andrea McGee. Nineteen years old.

Two months ago, Andrea had caught a bus from the college in Waterford City to her native Dungarvan in the county. Witnesses and CCTV proved that she had arrived safely in the square of her home town at five fifteen in the afternoon. She then left the town on foot to walk the mile to her house on the coast road. But she had not reached home and there had been no contact from her since. A cold shiver crept down Maeve’s back. Andrea, unlike the other girls, was not a prostitute. Her fleeting thought—that the disappearance of the student was more tragic than that of the prostitutes’—filled Maeve with self-disgust. All the girls had parents, siblings, people who loved them. All had a right to be safe.

She switched off the radio, picked up her phone and keyed in her daughter’s quick dial number. It rang a few times before she heard Evelyn’s voice deliver her ‘Sorry I can’t take your call. Leave a message, please,’ recording.

“Evelyn, this is Mom. I just wanted to say hello. I know you’re busy but could you ring me back when you get a chance? Love you.”

She switched off before she said any more. Hysterical things like “Please don’t go out after six in the evening. In fact, don’t go out at all.”

She rang Kaleb then and had as little luck in contacting her son. She left a ‘ring me’ message for him too.

A quick check told her the shepherd’s pie was doing nicely in the oven. She went into the lounge and turned on the TV to catch the early evening news. A photograph of a pretty girl, dark-haired and smiling, filled the screen. Andrea McGee, the missing student. She looked so young, full of hope and promise. Maeve felt a lump of sadness in her throat. A large male hand rested on the girl’s shoulder. Who had been cut out of the picture? A boyfriend? A brother? Her father?

As Maeve moved closer to the screen to see better, a shiver of fear ran through her. She was rooted to the spot, for a fleeting moment cold and terrified as she stared at the girl’s image. The picture faded and so did the inexplicable coldness and fear, leaving Maeve to wonder if she had imagined the terrifying feeling.

• • •

So much has changed since Mary first scribbled childish poems in her copy book. One thing remains the same though, and that is the thrill of writing the opening sentence of a short story or novel.

Mary lives in Carrigaline, County Cork, Ireland. While she worked as a laboratory technician, her hobby—her passion—was writing. Busy with her family and job, she grabbed some moments here and there to write poetry and short stories. Gradually, the idea of writing a novel took shape. It was a shock to discover that enthusiasm and imagination are not enough. For the first time, she learned that writing can be very hard work!

Now time has moved on and Mary has seven published novels and a short story collection. All are available in ebook format. Writing is a demanding way of life but one so full of challenge and fulfilment that she cannot imagine a better way to spend her days. The hours speed past as she writes—and re-writes—always in the hope that people will enjoy reading her books as much as she enjoys writing them.

Find Mary Online:

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Available Now: Fly Girl by Joanne Sexton

FLY GIRL
Saucy Girls, #5
Joanne Sexton

ISBN: 9781311487124
ASIN: B0155CQZTC

Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $3.99

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When Elle meets Alex in a nightclub, it's love at first sight for both of them. He's just finished his naval aviation training to fly combat and cargo planes, and is due to go onto the aircraft carrier he's been assigned, which is headed to the war in Korea in six weeks. Their instant love is undeniable so they decide to get married before he leaves.

When Elle learns Alex's plane has been shot down, and he stops emailing her, she knows something is wrong and flies to Korea for more information.

Will he make it out of Korea alive? How will Elle overcome her husband being missing in action?

• • •

“Oh my, Elle, that guy over there is fully checking you out.”

She didn’t have to look far to find him. Once again, he wore a small smile as if he had a secret he couldn’t tell. He stood closer to them this time. His tall, lean, broad-shouldered frame sent ripples of excitement over her skin. A good thing he was tall. She towered over the average man. What are you doing, Elle? It doesn’t matter how tall he is.

“Elle!”

Putting on her indifferent face, she turned to Bianca. Encouraging her best friend wasn't always a good idea. They would be over there in a flash if Bianca got a sniff of a chance for an introduction or an opportunity not only to flirt but to force Elle onto some unsuspecting guy. Again, endearing but not always appreciated.

“Sorry, B, what did you say?”

“Go over and talk to him.”

“Why?”

“He’s cute in that his cheekbones could cut glass kind of way.”

“So?’ Elle didn’t want to admit she'd already taken note of his prominent well-defined cheekbones and jaw.

“Too late, he’s gone.”

Sure enough, when she peeked toward the spot where he’d been a moment before he’d vanished again. Once more, the niggle of disappointment reared its head. What is wrong with me? Elle shrugged. If she encouraged Bianca now, they would be weaving through the crowd before she could blink.

“So, have you picked your victim for tonight?” She teased with the hope of shifting Bianca’s attention.

“Ha, ha, very funny.” She poked out her tongue before returning to her usual verve. “There are far too many to choose from.” She grinned.

“Seriously, though, would you want to hook up with one of these guys? Don’t they go on ships for long periods of time?”

“I don’t want to marry one, Elle, just have some fun. It wouldn’t hurt you to get in some flirting practice.”

“I’m sure I’d be capable if I needed to.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and then resumed her perusal of the room. Shaking her head at her friend, she glanced around the room again. An involuntary reflex urged her to seek him out. After a couple of quick sweeps of the club, she didn’t spot him again. This bothered her far too much.

The song changed. She grabbed Bianca's arm. “Let's dance. I love this song.”

This time she dragged Bianca across the room to the dance floor. She got lost in the music, letting the rhythm guide her; everything else drifted away. After several songs they needed a drink, went to the bar, and then were fortunate to find the table they occupied earlier empty.

Again, without consciousness she swept the club, but couldn’t place him amongst the other broad-shouldered uniforms. The fact they wore the same short haircuts didn’t help. Controlling the urge to do another sweep she switched her attention to Bianca. Maybe her friend would launch into another long, one-sided conversation. She didn’t let Elle down. Yet even as she listened her eyes searched the room. What is wrong with me?

Bianca stopped mid-sentence, her mouth agape. As she went to follow the direction of Bianca’s stare, a deep voice sounded near her ear.

“Are you looking for me?”

Elle stifled a gasp and twirled around.

Close up, he took her breath away. Broad shoulders, the square cut of his jaw, and those icy-coloured eyes did things to her. Things she couldn't put a name to. She considered she wore the same expression as Bianca.

“No. Why would I be?” she said, feigning an indifference she didn’t feel. Her heart pounded a rapid beat that surely sounded over the music betraying her.

“What’s your name?” he asked with another half grin.

“What’s it to you?” Being fully aware of how rude and out of character she behaved didn't seem to help her string words together. Her jumbled mind and erratic heart ensured she couldn't think straight much less find the words. What made everything even more confusing—he was totally not her type.

“Elle!” She said with a frown, a rare occurrence. “I’m Bianca.”

Now she smiles.

“Nice to meet you, Bianca.”

In a flash, she came around the table next to Elle.

“This is Elle,” She said giving her a little shove.

“Yes, I caught that.”

This time his smile filled his face. It added a dimple to his cheeks. Rationality flew from her mind.

“I’m Alexander, Alex.”

• • •

Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. She had always dreamed of writing novels and has been an avid reader most of her life. In between being a mum and writing, she runs a small bookkeeping business. She has recently become a qualified florist.

Find Jo Online:

Website - http://www.josextonbooks.com
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Available Now: Chastity Flame Adventures Box Set by KA Laity

CHASTITY FLAME ADVENTURES BOX SET
KA Laity

ISBN: 9781311635907
ASIN: B0150WBCRM

Length: Novel
Genre: Erotic Romance
Price: $5.99

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This box set includes:

Chastity Flame, #1
Move over James Bond!

Chastity Flame works for a nameless organization. You won't hear about the work she does either. She loves her job as a secret government operative. She foils criminal masterminds, travels the world, and finds new lovers in every city. Saving the world is hard work but will she risk the security of her country for some really wild sex . . . and the possibility of love?

Lush Situation, #2
Chastity Flame is back and hotter than ever. She’s sworn off meeting her irresistible colleague Damien, but how long can they really stay apart? Maybe a broken heart will make it easier to bury herself in work – and kick a few asses.

A Cut-Throat Business, #3
There’s a killer loose in London, protected in high places. Chastity Flame needs to look in the places the police can’t—or won’t—while a rogue colleague dogs her steps, looking for the key to secrets in her past. Can she find the killer before his blood lust rises again? And how will she cope with the most dangerous mission—moving in with her boyfriend, Damien.

• • •

K. A. Laity is the award-winning author of Rook Chant, Owl Stretching, Pelzmantel and Unikirja, a collection of short stories and a play based on the Kalevala, Kanteletar, and other Finnish myths and legend, for which she won the 2005 Eureka Short Story Fellowship as well as a 2006 Finlandia Foundation grant. With cartoonist Elena Steier she created the occult detective comic Jane Quiet. Her bibliography is chock full of short stories, humor pieces, plays and essays, both scholarly and popular. She also writes romance as C. Margery Kempe and Kathryn 'Kit' Marlowe.

Find KA Online:

Website - http://www.kalaity.com
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