BOOK TOUR & GIVEAWAY: Conjoined by K.T. George

At their relationship’s core lies a convergence of secrets and deception, while their heart showcases the unbreakable bond that binds two souls in a twisted dance of deceit.

Conjoined

by K.T. George

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Allyson Marta is a celebrated mixed-media artist dwelling in the shadows of Seattle’s gritty underbelly. She struggles with Borderline Personality Disorder while grappling with the jagged edges of self-harm and past suicide attempts. Her identical twin, Andrea, is a hedonist at heart. She thrives as the vibrant art director of the cult-favorite “The Caretaker” horror movie series, which ensnares devotees in its macabre embrace. When H0rr Studios, the go-to streaming service of horror fans worldwide and Andrea’s employer, reports her missing, Allyson finds herself torn between her ongoing recovery and helping to unravel the mystery shrouding her histrionic twin’s whereabouts

After Roger Wotke, the star of The Caretaker, also disappears, Allyson is thrust into a perilous crossroads where the twin demons of mental anguish and familial duty collide. In a descent into the abyss of society’s dark appetite for what goes bump in the night, Allyson grapples with safeguarding her tenuous sanity or delving deeper into the labyrinth of depravity that threatens to expose not just her own darkest secrets, but also those of her family.

Early reviews:

“Creepy…Addictive…” – Goodreads reviewer.

“…draws the reader in quickly and the plot, characters, dialogue…make it hard to put down.” – ARC review.

“…an especially fascinating read.” – Bookbaby Editor

“That twist at the end! Seriously freaking great! the very last page 😲 ” – Goodreads reviewer.

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Step Into the Twisted Tales of K.T. George, Debut Psychological Thriller Author Hello there! 👋 I’m K.T. George, and I’m excited to announce the release of my debut novel, Conjoined, set to launch on June 4th through BookBaby. But here’s a thrilling twist—order directly from BookBaby today, and you might just snag the paperback ahead of its official release! It’s a surprising scoop even I didn’t see coming! 🤩 A Journey Through Imagination From a young age, I’ve been captivated by storytelling. Whether it was sharing adventures with my collection of stuffed animals and dolls or crafting elaborate tales for strangers, my imagination was always in overdrive. This passion didn’t wane as I grew; it only evolved. Throughout my education, from spirited book reports to a notably entertaining yet intricate paper on Abstract Algebra in college (Yes, it’s a real thing!), I reveled in the art of writing. Despite a grading hiccup for not citing sources correctly—I excelled in delivering engaging narratives. From Code to Prose My professional journey began in the world of Computer Science, where I found programming to be a surprisingly creative outlet. I leveraged this creativity further when I transitioned to writing detailed reports and developing animated PowerPoint presentations in a corporate setting. Eventually, I ventured out to start my own consulting business which, after a move from the Desert Southwest to the Midwest, transformed drastically. This pivot was crucial; it led me to embrace my creative side fully, resulting in guest blogging for tech, law, and medical professionals. The Birth of “Conjoined” The leap from ghostwriting for clients to penning my own novel was immense. Creating Conjoined was a labor of love and perseverance, entailing seven years from concept to publication. This psychological thriller explores the depths of human psychology and the dark, intertwining paths of fate. Dive Deeper Curious about the mind behind the madness? Visit my interview-style blog post on ktgeorge.com/interview-ktg/ to get an inside look at my creative process, influences, and the quirky journey of a computer scientist turned author. Stay and explore to learn more about Conjoined and the intricate, shadowy realms of psychological thrillers with me. Whether you are a seasoned reader of the genre or a newcomer, prepare to be entangled in the complex threads of an unsettling narrative that will challenge your perceptions and thrill your senses. Final Thoughts Conjoined took years of hard work, learning, and personal growth to reach its current heights. The journey has been full of ups and downs, but every moment was worth it for the chance to share this story with you. I invite you to delve into the pages of my book, join me in unraveling the mysteries, and keep the flame of curiosity alive. I’m thrilled to embark on this adventure with you. Until then, keep the pages turning and the mysteries brewing.

K.T. George resides in the heart of Chicago with their family of four and their beloved fluffer, Lincoln. They draw inspiration from the vibrant cityscape that surrounds them and the people who live there. Formerly an esteemed I.T. Executive and cybersecurity expert, their unique ability to seamlessly transition from science to art has cemented their status as a formidable force in the literary realm. Learn more at www.ktgeorge.com.

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BOOK BLITZ: Lincoln’s Return by Julian T. Morrow

 

Speculative Historical Fiction

Date Published: March 2024

 

Imagine if one of the most revered American Presidents returned in time to
run again for the presidency. Julian T. Morrow’s
“Lincoln’s Return” is not just a book. It’s a
riveting tale of hope, redemption, and the power of leadership, with a
unique premise that will intrigue you.

Amidst a nation on the brink of discord and disillusionment, a figure of
remarkable significance emerges, embodying the very essence of
America’s greatest president, Abraham Lincoln. However, a captivating
twist sets this narrative apart from others. Lincoln is reborn as a woman,
Sharmila Stone, offering a fresh and intriguing perspective on a historical
figure.

As Sharmila navigates the complexities of modern America, she draws upon
the wisdom of Lincoln’s past life and the strength of her newfound
identity. With Lincoln’s memories as her guide, she embarks on a
mission to unite a fractured nation and confront contemporary challenges.
This narrative offers a captivating blend of metaphysical possibilities and
historical and psychological fiction, engaging you in a unique reading
experience.

Through Sharmila’s eyes, readers are immersed in the resurgence of
Lincoln’s timeless values—empathy, integrity, and an unwavering
commitment to justice. But can this president’s spirit, intertwined
with the experiences of a contemporary woman, pave the way for a brighter
future?

“Lincoln’s Return” is not just a captivating novel.
It’s an engaging voyage that challenges conventional wisdom and offers
a fresh perspective on the past to illuminate the path forward.

 

About the Author

Julian T. Morrow is an emerging voice in contemporary literature, known for
his thought-provoking style of possible scenarios. With a background that
intersects the realms of metaphysical, philosophy, and creative writing,
Morrow crafts narratives that challenge the conventional boundaries of genre
and expectation.

 

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BOOK BLITZ & GIVEAWAY: Nights of Ink & Blade by Nikita Cassidy

Nights of Ink & Blade
Nikita Cassidy
(The Rift Chronicles, #2)
Publication date: May 9th 2024
Genres: Adult, Fantasy

Everything Nova knew about her identity is a lie.

Truth is a scarce commodity on the island. Nova Lennox learned that the hard way.

What was supposed to be a brief stay turned into a dangerous game of survival. More secrets emerged. And the people who hold the information Nova needs–her boyfriend’s parents–are refusing to help.

But there’s someone.

Fae Prince Ramiel–cocky and not exactly her friend. However, he could give Nova what she seeks. She has no choice but to grab onto this opportunity. Instead of leaving the island with her boyfriend to start a new life after the nightmare they endured, Nova embarks on a journey into a realm of magical creatures and unknown danger to find out the truth about her parents. She owes it to her late mother.

But she also fears what she might discover in this treacherous place.

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The night was restless once Killian left.

As I lay in bed, sleep eluded me for what seemed like hours on end, and when I was finally able to pass out after taking one of Jasmin’s pills, the nightmare that had been haunting me ever since the encounter with the horde reappeared.

There, in my dream, I could hear the wolves howling, their cries mournful, and the sound was so chilling that I felt shivers all over my body. Something primal within me stirred. An instinct, perhaps. An instinct I didn’t fully comprehend. But the call of the wolves reached out to the deepest part of my being and every nerve ending in me burned in response to it.

Hot!

My skin felt impossibly hot.

I slapped at my wrists, then looked down.

Flames—multicolored and beautiful—licked their way up to my shoulders.

Desperately, I shook my hands, trying to make the fire go out but to no avail. Instead, it seemed to grow so fast that it consumed me whole.

I was burning alive.

I woke up with a gasp, heaving for air and choking on the smoke that didn’t exist.

The first rays of dawn had already broken past the dark of night and were now peeking shyly into my room through the opening between the silly owl curtains. The light danced across the walls happily, announcing yet another sunny day.

As I lay tangled in the sheets, I listened to the house waking up.

First, I heard Uncle Mark getting ready for work.

A little later, Sage got up and left for the bakery.

As much as she hated working in place of her mother, she’d started to pick up some shifts too. Mostly because Jasmin had been out of sorts since Tabby’s death.

Truth be told, Tabby’s death had affected nearly every person on the island. Some suffered quietly like my aunt and some suffered loudly like Tate Cordero.

I wasn’t sure which I was. Perhaps someone in between, who preferred to keep it all inside for as long as possible and then sobbed stupidly into her boyfriend’s shirt until all the tears had run out and her vocal cords were hoarse.

I’d spent way too much time in bed, I realized as I grabbed my cell from the nightstand to check the time. It was the only thing the device was good for inside the house since calls and messages didn’t seem to go through unless I ran to the shed.

The thought of the shed only amplified my desire to speak to Jasmin.

I’d been dragging my feet, guessing what her answers could be.

You’re terrified of the truth, Nova, the voice in my head whispered. Terrified to find out the things you perhaps shouldn’t know.

With determined resolve, I descended the stairs and sought out my aunt. She was stress-cooking and I was greeted by a mountain of pancakes and a pan of hash browns.

My heart was hammering in my chest when I approached the table and sat down.

“Good morning,” she said, not looking at me. “Well…it’s almost afternoon now.” She sighed softly and went on with her task.

“Jasmin, do you think we can talk?” I slipped my hand into the front pocket of my hoodie and felt the photograph as if to make sure it was still there.

Author Bio:

In her past life, Nikita was a cute dragon, who lived in another dimension called Aelaterra in a hut right in the middle of the magical forest. There, she spent her days reading countless books.

Now she’s a human girl who’s ready to tell you stories about her homeland.

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BOOK TOUR & GIVEAWAY: Escape Routes by Marsh Rose

It’s 1985 and pampered psychotherapist Lauren Olive loses her job, the love of her life to his hairdresser and is forced to move to a backwoods bungalow as a drug couselor in a rural jail.

Escape Routes

by Marsh Rose

Genre: Historical Women’s Fiction

It’s 1985 and psychotherapist Lauren Olive, a pampered Baby Boomer in the California wine country, has never owned a bank account, lived without a man, or seen the dark side of life. But after she loses her job, and then the love of her life abandons her for his hairdresser, she’s forced to move to a decrepit bungalow in the backwoods and accept work as a drug counselor in a rural jail.

At her new job, the inmates view her wide-eyed naivete with hilarity and her hardened coworkers resent her middle-class roots. Worse, the bungalow seems poised to collapse around her. If Lauren is going to survive financially, avoid going back to live with her parents, and regain normality, she’ll need to leave her little-girl ways behind. But success doesn’t come without struggle. Surrounded by her crusty landlord, the jail’s seasoned deputies, skeptical inmates and a new love interest, Lauren must confront challenges she never could have imagined in her comfortable city life.

Escape Routes is a tale of maturity under duress. It speaks to the emerging audience of readers who want stories of growth and accomplishment by strong women in compelling situations. Although it is a work of fiction, it offers a glimpse into rural American criminal justice during the 1980s, a time when addiction treatment for inmates was in its formative years. Its narrative captures genuine lifestyles, concerns, speech, and behavior without demonizing, demeaning, or glamorizing the characters on either side of the bars.

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Sunday, April 7, 1985:  “He gives you an allowance?  That’s reckless.”   — My friend Bridget I would have never grown up if the love of my life hadn’t left me for his hairdresser.  In fact, there were a lot of things I never would have done: fixed a toilet, slept with a motorcycle racer, been arrested, learned to cook, bought a house or made peace with my parents. I was always puzzled about what to call our relationship.  Today I’d say I was living with my significant other or my domestic partner but we didn’t have those words back then.   “Living with my boyfriend” would have sounded ridiculous given that I was nearly 30 when we met and he was 35. My mom and dad called our arrangement “shacking up” but they said it with a smile.  That was important to me.  While I complained to my friends about my parents’ over-protectiveness, secretly I was never comfortable with a life choice until I knew they approved.  In fact I had been filled with trepidation in my first year with Aaron when I took him back to Philadelphia for Passover to meet them.  Although he was a JFK look-alike and a university professor and a psychologist, I feared they were disappointed in our lifestyle and they’d let it show.  We were, after all, living in sin in San Francisco, that malignant ganglion of sex and drugs.  But they met me at the airport with the usual volley of kisses and cheek-pinches, and at dinner my father accorded Aaron the seat of honor at the head of the Seder table even though Aaron was Irish and bewildered. I had been his teaching assistant in graduate school.  We hooked up the day he found me sobbing in the back row of his classroom, distraught over the end of an affair with a musician I swore would be the next Kris Kristofferson.  Aaron had long legs and a boyish grin and thick chestnut hair that fell disarmingly over one green eye, causing him to constantly flip it back in a graceful pas seul of wrist and neck.  He could have had his pick of arm candy among his worshipful students and admiring colleagues but he chose me, a diminutive, frizzy-haired, myopic daughter of Russian immigrants.   Ten years later we had become one of the rare couples in our generation whose relationship had survived the permissiveness and excesses of the recent past: free sex, open marriages, the whole suppurating end result of The Summer of Love. By the early 1980s, Dr. Aaron Prentice was on a tenure track at the university.  I had survived the rigors of getting my psychotherapist’s license – a master’s degree and a lengthy internship – and was seeing clients at Changing Times, a non-profit counseling agency housed in an old Victorian on a side street in town.  I could have sought a more lucrative position in a psychiatric hospital with its endless chaos and demanding bureaucracy but I chose the lesser-paying quiet ambiance of a small local clinic.  My clients’ issues were typical of our middle-class, middle-aged population.  Loss of a parent, a cheating spouse, a wayward teenager.  No violent paranoid schizophrenics, no one thinking they were Mother Mary.  I enjoyed pleasant relationships with my colleagues and never thought about work on weekends. Aaron and I bought an upscale townhouse in Santa Rosa, a city in the famed Sonoma County wine country north of the Golden Gate Bridge.  There, we lived the lives of established DINKs (Dual Income, No Kids) in the pre-Dot.Com era.  Good wine, good but not excessive food and sophisticated, well-read friends.  On Saturday nights his students dropped by for Merlot and Chardonnay, hors d’oeuvres and energetic debates.  Our décor was a meld of flea market chic, exotic gifts from travelers and carefully collected objets d’arte.  The academic tomes and literary classics on our living room bookcase kept company with ancient Native American artifacts and Austrian blown glass.  Our throw rugs were from the Andes. Aaron did the grocery shopping and cooking.  His mother was a noted chef and cookbook author in Carmel and he was taught from an early age to be masterful in the handling of sauces and herbs.  He told me that some of the most vitriolic arguments he’d had with his wife throughout their disastrous brief marriage were about who controlled the kitchen.  In contrast I had segued from my parents’ house to the college dorm, back to my parents, then a mercifully brief span alone during which time I typically ate a full meal only on dates.  The rest of the time it was take-out standing over the kitchen sink.  By the time Aaron came along I was more accustomed to being fed than to feeding.  I was content to let Aaron take the helm at the stove.  Instead I did the laundry, dishes, and quite a bit of dusting.  All those objets d’arte.  Aaron with his full-time professor’s salary easily assumed responsibility for our bills.  My slim income went toward the little luxuries we both enjoyed; the best coffee, whale-watching at a bed and breakfast overlooking the sea.  I simply handed my paychecks over to Aaron.  If I needed money for some personal luxury – a hand-embroidered blouse from an artist in North Beach, some highlighting in my hair – Aaron gave back what I needed. Bridget, my best friend and former college roommate, was not among the many who envied me.  “You have nothing in your own name?” she said.  “What if he gets hit by a truck?  And he gives you an allowance?  That’s reckless.” But nothing would go wrong.  I was cherished and secure in the arms of a man everyone adored.  I wanted nothing more in life than to go on appreciating the bounty.   That was until Aaron announced he was leaving me for the beautician who did his hair.

Lies and Love in Alaska

by Marsh Rose

Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romance

To stop the meddling of her matchmaker friends, divorcee Annalee fakes an affair with an Alaskan bush pilot whose profile she has seen in a magazine about bachelors in that rugged environment. The plan backfires when he appears in her small California town and lures her to his remote cabin with stories about the magnetic pull of the Last Frontier and the promise of lasting love.

In ways she never imagined, she finds herself falling for both the pilot and Alaska in spite of the bears, blizzards, peculiar neighbors, pyromaniac ex-girlfriend, stack of love letters hidden in a pantry and evident truth to what they say about single men in Alaska: the odds are good, but the goods are odd. Before Annalee can sever her ties in California and move north, a shocking telephone call from an unknown woman rocks her world and catapults her into a whole new way of life.

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Marsh Rose is a freelance writer, psychotherapist and college educator. Her short stories have appeared in a variety of publications including Cosmopolitan Magazine, the San Francisco Chronicle, Carve Magazine, Hippocampus Magazine, and New Millennium Writings where she took first prize for creative nonfiction in 2018. This is her second novel. She lives in the north San Francisco Bay Area with her greyhound, Adin.

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BOOK TOUR & GIVEAWAY: Legacy of the Fallen by Jane Shand

A dangerous quest risks the return of an ancient evil. Legacy of The Fallen is a thrilling fantasy adventure for fans of Empire of Sand, The City of Brass, and This Woven Kingdom.

Legacy of the Fallen

The Fallen Mages Book 1

by Jane Shand

Genre: YA Epic Fantasy Adventure

A dangerous quest risks the return of an ancient evil.

Afshaneh spends her life looking over her shoulder, waiting for her grandparents to send someone to take them back. She might have grown up in luxury, but it was a prison. Now she and her mother live a simple life in the eastern slums of Mahariz. She hides her identity and her forbidden magic. But when she takes on a dangerous quest, will her secrets be revealed?

Her close band of friends know she can be reckless and impulsive, so they are not surprised when she agrees to reclaim a lost artefact for a stranger. She could not refuse; he offered enough money to keep her and her mother safe forever.

However, she soon learns that this artefact and the one who seeks it could be the most dangerous things in the land. Her quest will take her to the ominous ruins of a castle once occupied by evil mages: The Fallen. She will begin to understand their legacy and will be faced with a choice.

Should she destroy the artefact – become the heroine everyone believes she can be – and so attract the wrath of an evil mage, or should she claim the reward and risk the return of The Fallen?

Legacy of The Fallen is a thrilling fantasy adventure for fans of Empire of Sand, The City of Brass, and This Woven Kingdom. If you enjoy vivid worlds, complex characters, and tales of reluctant heroines/chosen ones then join Afshaneh on her quest and discover which choice she makes…

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AFSHANEH was late. She had allowed herself to be distracted. She hurried her footsteps along the street, ignoring the exhortations from the street vendors to purchase their wares rather than those of their neighbours. She waved at Bahman, who owned the fruit shop and sometimes gave her the squishy fruits he could not easily sell, though perfectly edible. He knew Afshaneh and her mother and had a soft spot for the pair. Afshaneh was not too proud to take handouts from friends. Besides, it would only rot somewhere if she and the others he helped did not accept it. Bahman waved back from where he was re-arranging the produce at the front of his shop. Bahman had been one of the first people to befriend Afshaneh when she and her mother arrived in the city. He had taken pity on her and offered her a job. It was only an hour a day sorting fruit and it did not pay much, but Afshaneh had been grateful. He also gave her fruit and vegetables he said were not good enough to sell. Afshaneh could see nothing wrong with them and suspected he was trying to help her and her mother. It had not taken Afshaneh long to realise that there were children in the city who had nothing. No family, place to sleep, or coin. They risked everything to steal food to survive. Afshaneh gave most of Bahman’s handouts to these children. At least she had a roof over her head, a mother, and some money coming in. Bahman discovered what she was doing, but instead of being angry, he had set up an evening stall where he would give away the slightly battered produce that ‘was not good enough to sell’. Afshaneh helped him run it. She smiled at the memory. She had felt she might burst from pride on the evening the stall opened. Dusk was creeping over the city and ragged children with wide eyes stepped hesitantly towards them – struggling to believe that someone was giving them food. Several of those children now had permanent jobs and always had a warm greeting for Afshaneh. The aromas of spices, meat, vegetables and honey made her stomach growl. It seemed a long time since breakfast, though it had been no more than a couple of hours. It was her own fault for eating nothing but an apple. She hoped Zerin would order her favourite cardamon and rosewater cookies with their tea. She licked her lips in anticipation. Yet if she did not hurry he might eat it all before she arrived! Horses’ hooves clattered on the paving slabs and echoed up the street from behind Afshaneh. “Make way! Make way!” The sharp voice precipitated a rush of bodies to the edges of the road. Afshaneh pushed in beside a bittersweet-orange vendor. She draped her scarf over her head and then chided herself. Who would recognise her? Six black horses pranced along the paved street, their rare coats gleaming as if they had been polished. Five of them were ridden by guards sporting their usual scarlet uniforms, their conical helms flashing in the sunlight, their base’s deep blue cloth matching the lacquered bird of prey on their metal vests. This bird was the symbol of the satrap of Mahariz and all guards displayed it, although its colour depended on the noble house they represented. However, the man in the centre of the guards was different. His clothes were of the finest silk in three shades of blue, encrusted with silver embroidery, and he wore a cream turban with a peacock feather jauntily bobbing at the front. Blue to denote the noble House of Mirza – which was why the guards also had blue in their uniforms. The man’s face was strong but haughty and unlike the guards who sweated in the heat, the noble appeared pristine. He did not spare a glance for the stall holders, merchants, or others that his passage had forced off the road. Afshaneh hid the curl of her lip behind her scarf. Nobles. They were all the same: corrupt, arrogant, and untrustworthy. They cared nothing for the hard-working people they inconvenienced. What did she expect, taking a detour through the Northern District just to view the Almira Gardens near the palace? She should have known better and kept to her own part of the city – the eastern sprawl. Once the noble and his retinue had passed, all the bystanders continued their business as if he had never disturbed their day, used to such interruptions in this section of the city. Luckily, nobles rarely strayed into the narrow alleys or the bazaars of the Eastern District. Afshaneh settled the scarf round her neck and hurried away. After spending a short time with Zerin, she would need to head to work. As she strode eastwards, the paved streets soon faded to hard packed earth. They began to narrow, and the people’s clothing became simpler, less flounces and pleats and a simple sash around the tunics. Though even here, no one skimped on colour. The tunics for men and women and the long dresses for those women who preferred them to tunics were vibrant with greens, pinks, and blues. The increase in noise level emanating from the bazaars told her for certain she was back in the Eastern District, home to the largest portion of Mahariz’s population, though packed into an area no larger than the other three districts.

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Curse of the Fallen

The Fallen Mages Book 2

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Jane Shand has always been an avid reader of fantasy and mystery and is an author of YA Fantasy.

She got hooked on fantasy after reading ‘Lord of the Rings’ at a young age and was determined to write books full of magic and adventure.

Her books always have magic, adventure, and some mystery. They are full of friendship and co-operation as well as danger and enemies. There will be a happy/satisfactory ending and some clean romance. Her books are all set in the same ‘world’ though on different continents and there is a thread/item that ties all the books together.

She lives in Hampshire, England with her family and two cheeky cats who would love to help her write.

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BOOK BLITZ: A Coat of Many Colors by Roy Schreiber

Putting Jewish Characters on Stage

 

Drama

Date Published: February 1, 2024

 

 

Showing diversity is the best way to undermine the negative stereotyping of Jewish people. The five plays in this book illustrate why stereotypes of any description don’t work.

In Shylock Revisited, the main character won’t give up his efforts to make
the merchant of Venice, Antonio, pay what he owes. In “Good Deeds”
a screen writer, Salka Viertel, pays the price for helping Nazi era Jewish
artists escape from Europe.

Harry Houdini takes on a reluctant con woman in Margery Meets Harry.
Educating Henry Adams has the queen of Tahiti convince the U.S. historian,
Henry Adams, to help her write a family history that leaves out her Jewish
heritage. And finally, in The Optimist, a Jewish college professor discovers
that the world goes beyond the logical solutions he thinks will solve all
problems.

 

About the Author

Roy Schreiber started out as a history professor and switched to play
writing. At one time he was a member of both the American Historical Society and the British Royal Historical Society. Currently he belongs to the
Dramatists Guild and is a Network Playwright with Chicago Dramatists. For several years he has been a reader/evaluator for the Jewish Plays
Project.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: Their Hell (Pendleton Prep) by H.L. Packer

Title: Their Hell

Series: Pendleton Prep, Book 3

Author: H.L. Packer

Genre/Tropes: secret society, dark romance with poly relationship

Release Date: May 8, 2024

I should have listened.

I knew deep in my bones that coming to Pendleton Prep was a mistake. Not that it was ever my choice.

I was handed over to a bunch of Devils, both literally and figuratively, and left floundering in a game full of rules I didn’t and still don’t understand.

The problem is that I refused to remain the prey, and I didn’t stay meek and obedient, no matter how hard they tried to keep me that way.

They took way more than they were due, and the same Devils they once planned to use to control me are now mine to direct. Still sworn to protect, to manipulate, and to avenge, but for our future together, not theirs.

What happens when the tables turn on the unknown enemy? We’re about to find out. Consequences be damned.

BOOK BLITZ: A Governess Should Never… Lure a Spy by Emily Windsor

 A Governess Should Never… Lure a Spy

(The Governess Chronicles – Book 4)

by Emily Windsor

 

A Dangerous Spy. An even more Dangerous Governess.

 

“So tell me, Miss Jones, why should I employ you as governess?”

A question to rouse fear within the breast of any prospective governess, unless…she wasn’t a governess
at all.

Yet Amelia must secure this position by whatever means necessary as this gentleman, dubbed The
Scandalous Hugh Cadwalader by fashionable society, is not all he seems.
Behind the elegant finery and azure eyes is a dangerous warrior of a man, a tenacious spy for the Crown.

One who might just have turned traitor…

 

“Just one more question, if I may…”

With her perfect references and perfect demureness, Miss Jones appears…perfect.

Feminine guidance and distraction are required for his inquisitive ward while Hugh Cadwalader hunts a traitor in the alleys of London’s Rookery.

But can such perfection be all it seems? And was that a glimpse of golden fire within those amber eyes?

 

The Dangerous Spy and… The More Dangerous Governess.

One should never judge a governess by her perfectly forged references or a spy by his unblemished Hessian boots, for behind both facades lay passion untamed, subterfuge unbound
and a quest for justice.

A battle of wits with only one winner… Love.

 

With theatres of glisterand glamour, nights of shadow and menace, hairpins of poison, and…being pressed to a desk by a shirtless masculine chest, the vocation of governess has never been so perilous – to the heart.

 

The Scandalous Hugh Cadwalader first features in Book 2 of this series, A Governess Should
Never… Deny a Duke. This is his story.

 

 

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Regency Romance with Warmth, Wit & Well-tied
Cravats.

Emily grew up in the north of England on a diet of historical romance and strong tea.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t study Regency slang, so she did the next best thing and gained a degree in Classics and History instead. This ‘led’ to an eight-year stint in engineering.

Having left city life, she now lives in a dilapidated farmhouse where her days are spent writing, fixing the leaky roof, battling the endless vegetation and finding pictures of well-tied cravats.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ: Slow Southern Kisses by T.C. Matson

Title: Slow Southern Kisses

Series: Magnolia Grove

Author: TC Matson

Genre: grumpy/sunshine, enemies to lovers, opposites attract

Release Date: May 9, 2024

Cover Design: Sarah Paige

 

 

Wrenley

When my grandmother asked me to run her bed-and-breakfast while she took a three-month vacation, I should’ve said no.

Now I’m stuck in this godforsaken town hours away from the pampered life I live in New York City.

Gone are my days filled with luxury and glamour. I’ve been reduced to being domesticated.

What can possibly go wrong?

Decker Black, that’s what.

He walks into my life—more like breaks in, but whatever—and immediately irritates the hell out of me.

I can’t stand him. He’s moody, grumpy, and surly all rolled into one annoyed glare.

Until one severe storm changes everything.

I never could’ve imagined a slower, simpler life was everything I was missing.

Unfortunately, my home is in New York and my heart is stuck in Alabama.

Decker

My life is quiet and calm. Just how I like it.

Until Wrenley comes barreling in out of nowhere and disrupts everything.

Gone are my days of balance and routine. She brings turbulence and chaos.

She’s quick-tempered with a bold mouth full of sharp jabs and is entirely ungrateful.

She’s a headache, and I’m ready for her to go back to where she came from.

So why can’t I stay away from her?

The more time we spend alone, the more I realize underneath all the anger is something beautiful.

And I like it. I like her.

I never thought love and happiness was missing in my life.

Unfortunately, my small town no longer has everything I need.

It doesn’t have her.

 

 

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Follow the intertwined lives of its beloved residents as they navigate first love, second chances, and all the unexpected surprises that their small-town holds.

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PREORDER BLITZ: Obedience by Isabella Jordan

 

Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Romantic Comedy

Date Published: May 10, 2024

A princess with a problem…

Meela must marry a prince from another planet in order to ensure the
security of her people. Trouble is Meela’s known to be a bit feisty, and
sometimes that gets her into trouble. It’s bad enough she has no say in who
she’ll marry. Worse still, the queen places an obedience curse on Meela to
thwart her errant ways.

As a result of the curse, Meela finds herself in plenty of predicaments not
exactly fit for a princess. But what’s a princess to do when two gorgeous
hunks come along and place sensual demands on her Meela’s not sure she can
— or even wants to — deny?

 

 

 

EXCERPT

 

Meela stared into the flowing red river before kneeling on the grassy bank
to sulk. The red colored water rushing by her looked like blood. There were
so many red rivers on the planet that they’d looked like veins on its
surface to Meela when the star cruiser she’d traveled in approached it
earlier.

Now that she was here, she wished that someone had told her to throw
herself in the river. Her nurse had only told her to take a walk to calm her
mind. It was a rare freedom for Meela. Probably her last.

Today was the day Meela had been preparing for her whole life. Later today
she would be presented to the queen of this planet along with two other
princesses from neighboring planets. The queen would then allow her sons to
each choose the girl he wanted for his bride beginning with her oldest son,
her heir.

It wasn’t that Meela minded the arranged marriage. She was a princess after
all and her duty was to her people. Her marriage to a Prince of Nelot, the
strongest planet with the most powerful army in the system, would ensure the
protection of her people. She’d been promised in marriage since her birth
and all of her teachings were in preparation for fulfilling this
obligation.

Meela accepted that.

But when she was sixteen, the Queen of Nelot, a sorceress she was to find
out, paid a visit to Meela and her family on their home planet, Bano. She
wanted to meet Meela, considering one day she would be the bride of one of
her sons.

The queen was pleased with Meela. A little too pleased in fact. She
explained to Meela’s parents that their daughter was indeed beautiful,
cultured and intelligent — befitting a Princess of Nelot. But she felt
those very virtues put Meela in danger from others and from herself until
the wedding, so she placed an enchantment upon Meela. From that day forward,
Meela would be obedient, would do whatever she was told, until her future
husband arranged her release from the spell.

Her life had been misery ever since.

At first, Meela and her family didn’t realize just what curse had been
bestowed upon her. A few nights later Meela became angry at her father for
not allowing her some privilege. She sat complaining in her rooms while her
nurse brushed her hair. Finally her frustrated nurse told her to hold her
tongue.

It had taken several hours for the entire family to discover that someone
had to tell Meela to let go of her tongue before she could pry her fingers
away.

It got worse. While her parents enjoyed their new power over Meela, the
power to make her work at her studies longer and attend royal functions in
their places, soon they learned there was a danger to the curse. Once, one
of Meela’s friends at court had dared her to kiss the handsome visiting
ambassador from the planet Dalu. Unable to stop herself, she’d walked right
up to the man and kissed him full on the mouth.

Her parents had been so alarmed by the turn of events that she was placed
under the strictest watch until the time of her wedding. No more fun outings
with her friends. No more boring royal functions even. Meela was only
allowed to attend the most important celebrations on her planet, and then
only for a short time with at least a dozen people watching her every
movement. They might as well have locked her away in a prison.

Perhaps that is what the Queen of Nelot had intended when she’d placed the
enchantment on her.

Years passed while the Princes of Nelot fought off one legion of intruders
to their system after another, the stories of their glorious victories
painting them as great warriors. By the time the Queen of Nelot sent for
Meela for the bridal selection and subsequent wedding, she was twenty-seven,
going out of her mind with boredom, and had taken to finding creative ways
of watching the private activities of guests to the palace. It was as close
as she had ever come to having sex after all.

And now that she was here on Nelot, ready to be selected by one of the
queen’s sons and do her duty for her parents and her people, she was pretty
damned unhappy. Wasn’t it enough of a sacrifice to have the person she’d
spend her life with, share a bed with and have children for, chosen for her?
Then to have the hateful curse of obedience placed on her, robbing her of
her last years of freedom?

Meela no longer wanted to marry any son of the woman who had done this to
her. Meela didn’t even want to meet the princes.

“It’s not fair,” Meela grumbled at her reflection far below in
the red water.

“What’s not fair?”

That deep male voice alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone.
With as much composure as she could muster, Meela turned her head slowly.
She was unescorted, without any of her attendants who understood her
enchantment, for the first time since she had kissed the ambassador at
court. The pace of her heartbeat grew along with her anxiety.

“That I can’t stay and enjoy this beautiful view,” Meela said in
her best royal voice with her practiced princess smile.

Yet she forgot all about how she was to speak or smile as she gazed at the
two men standing before her, their dress indicating that they were common
soldiers of the planet. They looked very much alike, both tall men with
bodies of steel, the snug black uniforms they wore revealing that they were
all hard, firm muscles.

 

About the Author

Isabella Jordan is the alter ego of an otherwise stressed out web designer,
programmer, and internet junkie. When she’s not trying to perfect her own
personal caffeine IV drip, she enjoys spending time with her family, doing
volunteer work, and writing. She loves creating new stories of all kinds and
chatting with readers and friends.

Isabella would love to hear from her readers!

 

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