When Murder’s a game…be Careful how you Play. #NewCover –> A MURDEROUS GAME

A Murderous Game

I am honored to host the new cover reveal for A MURDEROUS GAME, the romantic suspense thriller by Patricia Paris; eBook and Paperback will be available on December 4, 2014.

Blurb:

Passion. Second Chances. When Murder’s a game…be Careful how you Play.

Abby Carpenter is a woman with a few problems: a little red diary that has a way of showing up at the worst times, a creepy coworker trying to sabotage her career, and a philandering ex-husband who won’t stay dead—and now, the CEO of the largest account to land on the doorstep of the marketing firm she works for, happens to be a man she made a complete fool of herself over fourteen years ago. Abby’s convinced if he recognizes her the firm could lose the account, and she could lose her job.

Gage Faraday can’t shake the feeling his new account manager, Abigail Carpenter, reminds him of someone, he just can’t place who. As he begins working with her to develop a marketing plan for his company’s new development, he realizes they’ve run into a snag—he’s developed a major attraction for his new business associate—but, he’s a man who goes after what he wants, and he wants Abby.

Just when Abby begins to think things may finally be going her way, her ex turns up dead—very dead—and she becomes the primary suspect in the murder investigation. Now she’s being pursued by a relentless detective, a sleazy tabloid reporter, and a man who won’t take no for an answer. Will the forces working to tear Abby and Gage apart prevail, or will destiny have its’ due? Find out in this sexy, sassy, romance with a touch of suspense.

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#New Starlight Dunes (A Pelican Pointe Novel – Book 5)

Starlight DunesWelcome back to Pelican Pointe. The mystery of the past, the present, the future collide … the answers can be found in the dunes.

Archaeologist River Amandez is drawn to Pelican Pointe to excavate and catalogue a long-buried Chumash settlement. She brings with her a not-so-pretty past and only one man in town can help.

Brent Cody comes back to town to recover mentally and physically from a near-fatal attempt on his life. Together the two will lean on each other for strength and courage. And soon discover that the dunes hold answers to more than just the past.

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About the Author:

VickieVickie writes romantic suspense. She’s the author of three distinctive, very different series of books, The Evil Trilogy, the Pelican Pointe series, and the Skye Cree novels.​ She’s just finished her ninth book, The Bones Will Tell, the second story in the Skye Cree saga.

​Vickie loves to write and enjoys getting two people together, involving them in some type of danger, mystery or suspense guaranteed to challenge the budding relationship between the two main characters.

Her female leads are usually strong-willed, independent women and definitely not the kind who sit around whimpering, waiting for someone to rescue them. Not only that, when you read one of Vickie’s books, you’ll get a happy ending.

Vickie loves the outdoors, loves to play video games, and enjoys watching football with the hubby. If you’ve ever read any of her books, you know she’s a die-hard Raider fan, which means she has the patience of Job.

She’s convinced the best food on earth is French fries. Whenever she’s writing she keeps two things on hand at all times. Chocolate and Cheetos.

Vickie is proud to be a member of Romance Writers of America.

​Contact her through her website: http://www.vickiemckeehan.com/

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Connect at her blog: http://vickiemckeehan.wordpress.com/

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A moment of weakness…an afternoon of passion… A PERFECT SETUP

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A Perfect Setup

A moment of weakness…an afternoon of passion…

a brutal murder hits close to home…
The explosive sequel to A PERFECT HUSBAND

Sami’s back! And this time it’s personal!

The New York TimesDaily News and New York Post all hailed her a hero!

Samantha Saxton ‘owned the night,’ they reported. She was the victor, the quiet champion, the anti-heroine single-handedly destroying the career of a lethal serial killer stalking the tri-state area of New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania for six unremitting years. The disappearance of six teenage girls and the horrific details of their deaths received national, frenzied attention and Sami Saxton became the unlikely poster woman in all the coverage.

Sami’s attempt to find a quieter, less hectic life by moving to a cabin her deceased father built years ago in the remote urban township of Montague, New Jersey didn’t turn out quite the way she’d planned.

Returning to the City, Sami purchases a spacious, fifth floor, open-airy, glass-walled condominium on the Upper West Side overlooking the Hudson River…another new start!

But, that night continues to haunt her…in her dreams and in her life. The nightmares persist, vivid, ongoing and relentless. Posttraumatic stress syndrome paralyzes her, keeping her a prisoner in her newly renovated home. The anxiety attacks intensify and not even prescription painkillers can relieve the anguish.

Then, the unthinkable occurs. A young, female model is found brutally murdered in a midtown hotel. And, Jerry Saxton, Sami’s ex-husband, is taken into custody for the heinous crime.

TRUST NO ONE!

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About the author:

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DOUGLAS WICKARD

I wrote my first short story when I was twelve. It was titled Twelve and a Junkie. I persuaded my sister Karen to ‘make it look professional’ so I could submit it to the Reader’s Digest First Person’s Award. Ada, my mother, was mortified. Can you imagine? Small-town boys from Ohio, growing up in the 60’s, hopefully, knew little about heroin addiction, or for that matter writing, but for me that experience opened a whole new arena of visual communication.

I didn’t win the competition, needless to say, but I did uncover a link between my imagination and the written word. If I was willing to show up, sit down and spend some time alone, a story quite possibly could develop.

I left home early, at sixteen, and joined the military. By twenty-three I was a world traveler. I traded in my small-town upbringing for the City; Los Angeles first, then New York. For over twenty years I lived in the Big Apple, working in the hospitality industry, but I never stopped putting pencil to paper, fingers to keyboard. My introduction to professional writing began with musicals. My first optioned show was called WaitingHead Over Heels and Lovers & Liars followed. Although Broadway was the goal, my shows never saw the light of the ‘Great White Way.’ But, my association and collaboration, at that time, with so many wonderful, talented musicians, singers and writers was a creative dream, a children’s playground.

Several screenplays, a few novels and even a television script were developed, sent out and shelved. Some work gathered more attention than others.

Patience is the key in a writer’s life.

And, perseverance.

My first published novel, A Perfect Husband, introduces Sami Saxton, a normal forty-something year old woman dealing with challenges; a bad marriage, a tarnished career, a mid-life crisis (what else is new?). A simple plan to escape from her past and begin anew comes to a terrifying halt when a series of events catapult her into a battle for territory, self-preservation and ultimately her Life.

COVER REVEAL for COERCED coming late October #ArtKNB

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COMING LATE OCTOBER

On landing at New Orleans’ International Airport, Omega Airlines 737 goes off the end of the runway. The investigation into the incident reveals the crew rushed to land before an approaching thunderstorm.

Months later, reporter Stacy Greenier confronts Omega Airlines 737 Fleet Manager, Kyle Masters, asking pointed questions. Her mysterious behavior makes Kyle reluctant to contemplate the issues she questions until evidence is hidden from him, and his questions are answered with vague replies. People involved in the incident begin dying.

With the help of NTSB Investigator Lori Almond, Kyle learns there’s more to the incident than a crew rushing to land.

Cover art created by David C. Cassidy, author of Velvet Rain and Fosgate’s Game. http://davidccassidy.com

About the author:

Dana GriffinI have been flying professionally for over twenty-five years, the last fifteen for a major U.S. airline. I love the complexity of aviation, and the joy of looking down on this beautiful planet.

Right up with my love of flying, is my passion for books. I enjoys thrillers the most, but adore almost any other genre if the story immerses me into the scenes, the characters are fascinating and their interactions realistic, and the plot complicated. Authors that throw humor into the story naturally will keep me buying their books. Since I’ve always played what Stephen King calls, “let’s pretend,” it was natural for me to consider penning the next great American novel.

I put off writing for one reason or another throughout my life. When middle age set in, I decided to pursue this passion. I’d rather go through life trying to achieve my dreams then sit on the sidelines watching them pass by me.
 
I live in Kentucky with my wife, and two dogs. When not flying or writing, we love to travel in our fifth wheel camper, hike, ski, jet-ski, and build furniture.
Dana’s first book:
The Cover Up

#NewRelease The Bones Will Tell (A Skye Cree Novel) by Vickie McKeehan

The Bones Will Tell

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​A serial killer has the city of Seattle gripped in fear. As his bloody total continues to mount, Skye Cree gets dragged into the mix by her longtime friend, homicide detective Harry Drummond. Desperate for leads Harry hopes Skye’s special gift for locating missing children might be the answer. When Skye brings in Josh Ander, together they’ll face the most cunning adversary they have yet to hunt. As weeks turn into months, as the number of victims continues to climb, Josh’s vivid dreams of the crime scenes are the only key to unlocking the mind of a killer. But can Skye and Josh turn the tables fast enough when the unstoppable killer decides to come after her? Especially when the best clue they have is the revelation that—the bones will tell.

EXCERPT

Six months earlier

Seattle, Washington

His first taste for killing happened when he was eight. On a visit to his grandparents’ farm, he’d snared a rabbit in a trap he’d built himself. He’d taken out his trusty Swiss Army knife then and there and slit its throat right before he’d skinned it.

But that had been twenty years ago. Since then he’d graduated to bigger and better rabbits. He chuckled at his own joke as he made another pass on foot, past the house where the blonde lived who he’d been spying on for the better part of a week.

He’d already been inside her townhouse. He knew her name was Carrie Bennington and that she lived alone, except for the occasional men she brought home for pleasure and companionship, always on the weekends. He smiled. Carrie didn’t have to worry too much longer about whether she would be alone or not, or how she spent her time, or how dedicated she was at her job as an administrative assistant.

Because the clock ticked and the Grim Reaper waited for Carrie like a long lost friend, or maybe it was a nice friendly labradoodle. Either way, he’d picked Carrie after she’d caught his eye at the marketplace and he’d followed her home. That had been a week ago last Saturday. He’d waited until that Monday morning after she’d left for work before he’d picked the lock on her sliding glass door and slipped inside. That had been the first time, the neighbors none the wiser. So much for the neighborhood watch program.

Because he was good at climbing, athletic and lean, he didn’t let things like a two-story apartment building dissuade him from getting at his quarry, not if he really wanted to get inside. He’d been a long distance runner in high school and still kept in shape. But even so, he liked to keep it simple. He preferred it when his victims had the good sense to own their own homes. Like Carrie who lived in a stylish two-story townhouse with an undersized courtyard.

He’d spent hours there going through her closets, her dresser drawers, even her refrigerator. He’d used her bathroom. After all, when the urge to take a dump hit a guy, he had to go.

Every day this week he’d spent some time in Carrie’s home. He’d watched. He’d waited. That’s how he knew what time she left for work each morning, what time she unlocked her front door every evening, and where she picked up men during happy hour on Friday and Saturday nights.

He knew she kept a vibrator in her nightstand, the one on the left hand side of the bed. He knew which store she’d purchased her last pair of underwear from.

It excited him that he could come and go as he liked. He touched the ring he carried inside the pocket of his hoodie, the ring he’d taken from her jewelry box, some dime-store trinket he’d known when he took it that she’d never miss. The ring kept him focused, had for a week. Not that he needed incentive or purpose to think of what he wanted to do to Carrie. But the ring was a reminder that he could come and go in her things, get inside the place where she should’ve been the safest whenever he needed or wanted.

Standing under the light from a street lamp, he watched as Carrie’s bedroom light went out right on schedule. Ten-thirty. He shook his head. One thing about Carrie, she was dependable.  He walked to the end of the block, sliding into the shadows of the alley behind her co-op. When he reached the six-foot fence, he took the time to stretch on a pair of gloves. He had help vaulting over the barrier by using crates he’d had the forethought to stack along the alleyway beforehand.

In the backyard, he took out his penlight. He went over to the little outdoor shed Carrie used as a greenhouse, found the metal pipe he’d spotted there a week earlier. He hefted the weight onto his shoulder and stepped to the sliding glass door. He didn’t need the tool to break the glass. Only amateurs made too much noise. And he was no novice at B&E or killing. No, he had another use in mind for the heavy rod. From the inside of his pocket, he took out his mask, pulled it down over his head. He pulled out his picklock and went to work on the door he’d already breached once before.

Inside the living room, he scanned the area using the beam of light. Even though he had familiarized himself with the location of the sofa, the coffee table, the bookcase—which wall held the flat-screen television, which side of the room had the fireplace—he still took his time until his eyes adjusted. But knowing the layout made it easier for him to make his way to the staircase in short order. He managed to avoid the steps that creaked along the way up and kept to the path that allowed him the art of surprise.

When he stepped into Carrie Bennington’s bedroom and stood over her sleeping form, he paused long enough to appreciate her golden hair, her soft skin, her long neck. By the time he placed his hand over her mouth it was too late. He thrilled at the terror he saw reflected in her green eyes. Not only that, but it excited him to know his face would be the last one she’d ever see.

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Vickie is the author of six novels, including The Evil Trilogy and the Pelican Pointe series. She’s a hardcore lover of books who grew up listening to her mother tell fascinating stories about ghosts and other tales full of characters she wasn’t sure ever really existed.

A self-proclaimed beachgoer and ocean-lover, she lives in Southern California with the love of her life. When she isn’t working on her next manuscript or screenplay, she loves to be outdoors.

In her spare time she tries to grow things which other people commonly refer to as gardening. She loves reading all kinds of books, both fiction and non-fiction, loves to play video games, and enjoys watching football with the hubby. If you’ve ever read any of her books, you know she’s a die-hard Raider fan, which means she has the patience of Job.

She lives for chocolate, but then who doesn’t? She’ll kill for a cup of coffee in the morning. She’s convinced the best food on earth is French fries. And she could easily be a vegetarian if it wasn’t for bacon.

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Meet Skye Cree – A One woman Army…

The Bones of OthersSome monsters live in your head. Not this one.

Brutalized as a young girl by a vile sexual predator, Skye Cree is a survivor. Guided by the visions of her mystical spirit guide to the whereabouts of abducted girls, she uses her unique abilities to turn her horrifying past into a positive force for justice. Fighting the demons that have haunted her for years, she trusts only in herself–until she falls hard for a man for the first time in her life. Now, discovering her abductor is back with a vengeance, she becomes locked in a deadly race against time to stop the horrors of an evil human-trafficking ring that threatens to tear her world, and her newfound love apart.

New cover designed by David C. Cassdy

Hear what others are saying:

Dark and edgy–romantic suspense with a pulse-pounding pace.” David C. Cassidy, author of Velvet Rain

A story that will haunt you long after you’ve finished reading.” Amazon Reviewer

...well written, fast paced, exciting read…” Paulette Mahurin, author of The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap

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Vickie is the author of eight novels, including the Skye Cree series, The Evil Trilogy, and the Pelican Pointe series. She makes her home in Southern California. When she isn’t working on her next manuscript or screenplay, she loves to spend time outdoors.

If that isn’t possible, she tries to grow things, which other people commonly refer to as gardening. She loves to play video games, and enjoys watching football with the hubby. If you’ve ever read any of her books, you know she’s a die-hard Raider fan, which means she has the patience of Job.

She lives for chocolate, but then who doesn’t? She’ll kill for a cup of coffee in the morning. She’s convinced the best food on earth is French fries. And she could easily be a vegetarian if not for bacon.

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