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EXCERPT REVEAL: A Soul’s Surrender by Victoria Flynn

Title: A Soul’s Surrender
Author: Victoria Flynn
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Airicka’s Mystical Creations
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Blurb:
With great power, comes great responsibility. That’s something Maya Thibodeau has found out the hard way.

Maya thought she had it all. She had defeated the man that sought to destroy everything she held dear and in the process, found the love of her life and saved her best friend. However, that was before the Loas decided to meddle in her life. If only she hadn’t signed that contract…

Now, she finds herself whisked away to the Land of the Dead and facing her own impending nuptials to the Baron Samedi.

Far from home and anything familiar, she must navigate the muddy waters of royal politics among those who would love nothing more than to see her fail. As if that weren’t hard enough, she must do it all while finding the Baron’s missing wife and battling the growing seed of darkness left by Drake.
The clock is ticking.

Only one thing is certain. War is coming and she will decide who wins and who loses…But, which side will she be on?
Victoria Flynn is a married mother to two daughters and a recent graduate of the University of Michigan. She married her high school sweetheart and together, they travel as often as possible. Mostly, frequenting the wonderful city of New Orleans. When she’s not writing or working, she can be found with her nose buried in a good book or outside enjoying the unpredictable Michigan weather and doing mom stuff.
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“I can’t do it again. I can’t watch you walk away. I’m not strong enough. So when you tell me you’re not going back I need you to mean it because I won’t let go again.”
“Hello my child,” she said, stepping towards me. The voice was familiar, like something from a dream and it was distinctly different from the Loa’s. “You’ve grown up and become everything we ever hoped you would.”
“Be careful and remember, whatever you do, don’t be fooled by a pretty face and a few charming words. They all have that quick wit that will have you upside down and backwards before you can utter an objection.” She moved in and pressed a tender kiss to my temple and squeezed my arms much like a grandmother would. “Find Yansa. She’ll have the answers you seek,” the woman whispered into my ear low enough that only I could hear before pulling away.
“Well, as always, it’s been such a pleasure, Marie.” Samedi’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on either of us.
Erzulie-Marie stepped back to her starting location in front of the altar. “I’m sorry for all you’ve had to endure and for all of the suffering yet to come. I hope one day you will understand and grant me forgiveness, ma belle.” Her head fell back and Erzulie twitched a few times before the glowing raven exploded forth from her chest and disappeared into thin air.

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BOOK TOUR, GUEST POST AND GIVEVAWAY: Heart of Stone BY James Fant

Crime Fiction
Date Published: 7/4/2017
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Are the deacons of Shalom Bethel invincible? Legend has it that in the 1940’s, they came out of a gunfight with holes in their clothes but not their skin. Bullets bounced off of them. They walked through buckshots like water. That story is passed down by every deacon. The legend of Stephen Stone. That legend is about to be tested.
On the heels of a nightclub triple murder, a mysterious blizzard hits Shalom, a city normally warm year round. The blizzard brings with it bitter memories and ghosts Deacon Oak East thought were long gone: his prior drug conviction, his on and off relationship with his wife, the gruesome murder of his father and the role he played in it. But it’s not just the past that haunts him. In the present, a homicide detective wants him and the deacons for the nightclub murders. And a gangster named Cap Morgan wants revenge. The snow is falling. But soon, it will be raining bullets. Is the legend true? Are the deacons of Shalom Bethel bulletproof?
EXCERPT 1

 

The crime scene was the handiwork of hardened criminals. Shell casings covered the floor. Blood and bits of brain painted the wall. Three victims lay across a leather couch, bullet holes dotting their bodies. One of the victims lacked half of his head. The left side of his face looked like spaghetti sauce. His right eye socket smoked like over-microwaved meat.

Detective Warren Price cursed under his breath. And when a uniformed officer stepped to his side, he said, “This amount of carnage, and all I’m getting from the club crowd is ‘Man, I ain’t see nothin’!’”

“Nothing on the security cameras either.”

Price cursed again.

“The shooter must’ve come and gone out that back door from the VIP,” the officer said. “The bouncer in charge of that door, a big dude named Sampson, we can’t find him.”

Price lifted his brow. Tapped his chin a few times with his index finger as if giving that some thought. Then he said, “Judging from the splatter and the shell casings, they stood right along here. In a line. Like a firing squad.”

“They?”

Price nodded. “Oh yeah! Shooters—plural. As quick as it went down, these many casings, had to be more than one shooter.” He looked around the floor. Against the wall and glass opposite the three dead guys. “Only thing I don’t get is where is their blood?”

Their blood?

“Yeah. ‘Cause Curly, Larry and Moe over there got off some shots. Emptied their clips.” He pointed to the casings off to the side of the couch as well the bullet holes and broken glass opposite them. “You think they dodged the bullets?”

The officer shrugged. “Either that or they were wearing body armor.”

Price scoffed. “A triple murder! A triple I’ll never solve because everyone I’ve talked to says—and I quote— “Man, I ain’t see nothin’!

The officer laughed. “I did find a witness says she saw the whole thing go down.”

Price turned to him. Narrowed his eyes. “Well, why didn’t you say so. Lead with that next time.”

“I’ll take you to her.”

Detective Price followed the officer back through the club. Then outside to where a crowd was still watching the scene from behind the yellow police tape. Lights from the news crews brightening the dark scene at Club Pimpin,’ which was a strip joint located ten miles outside of the city. It hid at the edge of a frontage road, cloaked from the interstate by kudzu. No wonder a kill squad could make it in and out of here undetected, Price thought.

The witness waited beside a police cruiser. She wore a bright red brasserie, a black pair of lace boy shorts and nothing more. Price removed his sport coat and draped it over her shoulders.

“You dance here?” he asked her.

Her hands were shaking. Her eyes darting. Finally, she nodded and said, “I saw it happen.”

My lucky day, Price thought…or lucky night, rather. “Come with me,” he said.

He guided her to his Crown Vic and offered her a seat inside. The night air was thin and cool so she obliged, appreciating the heat that shot from the dash vents as soon as he cranked the engine.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Butterscotch.” She rolled her eyes, annoyed with herself. “Beverly. I mean Beverly.”

“Cigarette?” Price offered.

She nodded. Scissored the white stick between her quivering index and middle finger. Price had to steady her hand to light it.

He lit one for himself, placed his pack of smokes back in his cubby and asked, “So what did you see?” When she replied with a cautious glare, he added, “You have nothing to worry about, Beverly.”

“I’m not worried about anything.” Her hands trembled. “Guess I’m still a little…It went down right in front of my face.”

“Okay…okay. Just take a deep breath and walk me through what you saw.”

She took a long drag on the cigarette. Held her breath for a few seconds. Then she released a sky full of stratus clouds into the cab of the Crown Vic.

Finally, she said, “I was dancing for them. O-o-on the table. They were making it rain. Do you know what this means? Making it rain?”

“Yes. I know what it means.”

“Then these men showed up.”

Beverly’s bosom was rising and lowering at a faster and faster rate.

“How many men?”

“Four. Six…I don’t know. It happened so fast.”

“That’s okay. Did you get a good look at their faces?”

She shook her head. “They were all wearing masks.”

“Masks? Good.” It wasn’t good but Price smiled anyway. He wanted to keep Butterscotch talking. “So these men walked in and started shooting?”

“No.” Beverly looked out of the window for a few seconds. When she pulled on her cigarette and exhaled, the smoke curled back and engulfed her face. She didn’t attempt to wave it away. “The guys I was dancing for, they had guns. So they pulled them out, no questions. That’s when I ran behind the bar. If not, I’d be…you know.” She pointed toward the club. Toward three victims who would soon be leaving in black body bags.

“Okay then. What happened next?”

“Well…they started shooting at the masked men…but the bullets bounced right off of them.”
EXCERPT 2

 

The early evening air cooled Oak’s skin and caused it to tighten. The sensation was odd, like someone pinching him but all over. Bringing his skin cells closer together? The thought was crazy and Oak traveled back to a biology class in which the teacher was showing a video on mitosis. Cells were dividing, giving rise to two daughter cells with the same number of chromosomes. There were different phases. One in particular where the chromatin seemed to span the two fused cellular bodies. So cool. That’s not what was happening with Oak’s skin. It was tightening…stiffening. And how would that look under a microscope?

He shook those thoughts, jogged up to the duplex and slapped the knocker three times. The door opened and he saw Moody Norco. The man who hated his guts.

“Come on in,” Moody said. “You want something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m working. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Getting over a cold.”

“No. I mean what’s up?”

“You mean the money?”

“I always mean the money when I ask that question.”

Moody was devious and dangerous. Instead of repelling Oak, this fact attracted him. Pulled him to the man like gravity. An invisible yet powerful force that he couldn’t escape.

He carried the weight of the world into Moody’s apartment that evening. His uncle had kicked him out the house. He had lost the women he loved. And then there was that nagging guilt, the thought that God would never forgive him for what he had done eight years before. Life had burdened him. Perhaps this devious dude was just dangerous enough to remove that burden.

Oak snapped his fingers in Moody’s face. “Come on, man, I don’t have all day.”

“I’m going to warn you right now,” Moody said, “it’s been slow.” He motioned to a half-naked woman who scampered into the back room.

“I don’t care how slow it’s been. You’re delinquent yet again. Frankly, I’m fed up with it.”

Moody’s eyes narrowed.  He tightened his fist but nothing more.

“Tell your girl to hurry up with the money,” Oak said.

“C’mon. Let me fix you some Cognac. I know you like that Yack! With Coke, right?”

“Man, you’re trying my patience!” Oak pushed Moody out of the way and stomped into the bedroom, where he figured the woman was counting the money. But there was no woman. Instead, there was an open window, curtains dancing in the breeze and two guys holding sawed off shot guns that were aimed at Oak’s chest.

“You sure you don’t want something to drink?” Moody asked again with a smile as he brandished a silver Saturday Night Special.

“Truth be told,” he said, his pistol pointed at Oak, “I hate you! Why did you all of a sudden get to be boss of the streets? You haven’t put in work. You haven’t done dirt. And what’s worse, if war comes, you’d never be man enough to squeeze a trigger. You’re not a boss!” Moody and his two gunmen backed Oak into the living room. He asked, “You’re not gonna beg for your life?”

“Not at all,” Oak replied.

“Well, I gotta say I’m disappointed.”

Oak shrugged. Sighed. “Well I’ve seen too much evil. Been the cause of too much pain. Being murdered like this is a fitting end.”

“You’re not gonna cry or try to make a deal?”

“Nah. If you’re gonna shoot me, get it over with already.”

Moody chuckled. Smiled. Then his lips straitened. “This wasn’t what I imagined would happen. In my mind, I saw you sniveling, snot dripping over your lips as you begged for your life. Forget about the money. Just don’t kill me, Moody! I would demand that you call me the king. You are the king!  Then, I’d make you get down on your knees, your hands folded in prayer and praise. But…”

Oak jumped at Moody like he was going to throw a punch. Moody flinched. His boys flinched too.

“Unbelievable,” Oak laughed. Then he screamed, “Do it!”

Shot guns lifted. Forestocks pumped. Snub nose hammer pulled back. An engine roared and the hood of a SUV came crashing through sheetrock and plaster. It was Sampson, Oak’s bodyguard. Crashing through the wall. Shooting through the windshield.

Shots blazed from every direction. Glass shattered. Sampson took one in his shoulder but served several to Moody and his boys. As they hit the floor, Sampson yelled, “Lay down and stay down!”

“O!” he screamed as he grunted his way towards him. “O.E.!”

“What?!”

“Are you wearing a vest?”

“Huh?”

He patted Oak’s chest and back. “Oh my goodness!” he said. “You’re not wearing a vest!”

Oak looked at Sampson and saw that he was bleeding heavily. He took off his shirt and pressed it against his wounded shoulder. He said, “We gotta get you outta here.” Then he helped Sampson to the passenger side of the SUV, got in the driver’s seat, and slowly backed the out of the rubble.

As he drove to Shalom Memorial Hospital, images of the shootout replayed in his head. The ear splitting pops and mind numbing explosions. He racked his brain for a reason why he was still breathing.

He said, “I’m sorry, Sampson.  I should have been the one to get shot back there.”

“You did get shot.”

“What?”

His bodyguard took a deep breath. Winced in pain. “They lit you up, man. You were getting popped left and right.”

“Sampson,” Oak smiled warily, “were you smoking dope while I was in the apartment?”

“I’m serious!” Sampson screamed. “Bullets just bounced off of you. At first I thought it was the adrenaline playing tricks on my mind. But nah. You were just walking through those bullets. I know what I saw.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

James Fant is an award winning author who lives in Charleston, SC with his lovely wife and two hilarious children. He received a degree in biology from College of Charleston and a master’s in business administration from Charleston Southern University. His love for literature was forged by the works of Eric Jerome Dickey, Walter Mosley, and Stephen King. He also finds inspiration from screenwriters Shonda Rhimes, Aaron Sorkin and Kurt Sutter. Literarily, James has always been drawn to intelligent yet imperfect characters and he writes novels with them in mind.
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EXCERPT REVEAL: Where I End by Michelle Dare

Title: Where I End
Author: Michelle Dare
Genre: NA Romance Standalone
Editor: Karen Hrdlicka
Proofreader: Tiffany Landers
Cover Designer: Amy Queau
Blurb:
Eve
Pretentious. Arrogant. Condescending. Cruel.
All words I’d used to label him. Exactly what I’d always believed he was. All that changed one spring morning when I realized I didn’t know the man behind the facade at all.
Angry. Desperate. Broken. Mine.
All words I’d use to define him after I interfered. Once our eyes locked, I was all in. There was no turning back. He tried to push me away, but I refused to let him go. I was determined to save him. What I didn’t expect was that he would save me, too.
Cy
I was so close to ending my misery. Mere seconds away. Then she stumbled upon our argument, and I changed my plans. She wasn’t supposed to be there. She knew too much. Even with my entire world burning down around me, she wouldn’t walk away.
I’ve always been on my own. No one had ever fought for me before. Why should anyone start now? But she did, no matter how much I tried to stop her. I knew I was nothing, unworthy of her, but she was persistent. Once she got under my skin, I couldn’t let her go, because where I end, she begins.
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
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I close the distance between us but don’t touch her, no matter how badly I want to. What should I do? Lead her outside to the chairs on the deck, where we can watch the sunset? Or do I drag her into my bedroom and spend the rest of the night cherishing her body?
She makes the decision for me by taking my hand in hers and walking us outside to the deck. I sit in a dark green Adirondack chair and bring her down to my lap. Her back to my chest; her head on my shoulder. The sun is lowering on the horizon. The mountain is at our back, and the dense forest is spread out before us. Pink and burnt orange hues light the sky, but all of it pales in comparison to the woman with me.
She turns her face toward mine and leans slightly away from me to allow room for my lips to press to hers. And they do. I have to grip the arms of the chair to keep my hands off her. Our tongues touch as a fire ignites in my veins, calling for me to take her—all of her—and make her mine. To claim her and let the world know she’s off-limits.
She pulls back and stands, then turns around to face me. Her slender legs straddle my lap, slipping beneath the armrests as she settles on top of me. I can’t resist touching her now. My hands glide up her thighs to rest on her ass, each hand palming her, pushing her into my hardening length.
Her hands find my shoulders as she tips her head back to rub her center against me.
“Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you do to me.”
She leans forward, her lips hovering over mine. “I think I do,” she says breathily. “When you’re in front of me, it takes all my willpower not to touch you. Not to run my hands down your chest and stomach. There are so many parts of you I know nothing about. I want everything you have to give me. I want to know you on every level. I want to be the one you confide in. I want it all.”
My hands work under her shirt to the soft skin of her back. “I’m yours.” It’s all I can say without revealing how deeply her words affect me. Everything she wants, I’ll give her. Maybe not all at once, but over time.
It’s a constant struggle for me to confide in others, when for so many years, I was told I was lying. I quickly push those thoughts from my mind. Now isn’t the time. Not when I have Evie like this.
My fingers make quick work of the clasp of her bra. Once it’s unhooked, I skate my fingers from her back, over her ribs, to her breasts. She moans, then captures my lips with hers. I can’t believe I’m finally going to have her. For years, I’ve thought about what it would be like. How she’d react to me. If she’d want me as badly as I want her. Her nipples pebble when my fingers gently pinch them. Our tongues are exploring one another. God, I want to sink so deep inside of her and never leave.
The feel of her fingers working open my jeans has me practically coming in anticipation of her touching me. Her hand slips inside my jeans, inside my boxers, and grips me. My hips jerk forward at her touch. She shifts back a little on my lap to make room to stroke me from base to tip. Fuck. My body tenses at her touch, trying hard not to end this before it begins. She’s my undoing. Every other woman took work for me to get off.
I need her naked. I need to taste her skin. Quickly, I break our kiss to lift her shirt and bra from her. Finding the taut peak of her breast with my lips, I suck on her, swirling my tongue along her skin. Her grip on my dick tightens, her movements faster now. I start unfastening her jeans. I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside of her.

 

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ICE on FIRE Blog Tour and GIVEAWAY

Title: Ice on Fire
Author: Amy Cecil
Genre: Contemporary Romance (Motorcycle Club – MC)
Cover Designer: Ellie Augsburger from Creative Digital Studios
Editor: Carl Augsburger from Creative Digital Studios
Blurb:I did what I had to do to protect my family, my girl and my club.  He claimed to be my brother.  He threatened my sister and kidnapped my girl.  He touched her.  He made me watch.  The beast inside took over and the ice-cold killer emerged protecting all that I held dear.  I enjoyed it maybe a little too much, but I knew, I was one step closer to returning to my family.  Now, the only question that remains: Will they ever forgive me for the things that I have done?
Amy Cecil writes contemporary and historical romance. Her novel, ICE is the first in the Knights of Silence MC series. When she isn’t writing, she is spending time with her husband, friends and her adored fur-family. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA) and the Published Authors Network (PAN). She was a winner in the 2015 and 2016 NanNoWriMo writing contests and a nominee in Metamorph Publishing’s Indie Book 2016 contest in historical romance.
She lives in North Carolina with her husband, Kevin, and their three dogs, Hobbes, Koda and Karma and her horse, Baylee. She just finished her third novel, ICE and is currently working on the second book in the Knights of Silence Series, ICE on Fire.

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At this point, however, I cannot take any more and I need to be in control. I roll her off me and at the same time position myself on top of her. She’s lying on the bed underneath me looking at me with so much hunger in her eyes. I feel so much love for her, I can no longer hold it back. She needs to know. I lean down close to her and whisper in her ear, “I love you.” I kiss her softly on her neck as my cock slides slowly into her sweet pussy. I move as slowly as I can, prolonging this moment. I want to savor every inch as I push into her. We aren’t fucking. This is no longer about getting laid or having to have her. We are doing something that I’ve never done before. We are making love and it feels amazing. She is so fucking tight and her pussy clamps onto my dick like a vice. I feel as if I am going to explode. I have to stop. I draw out of her slowly and then wait before I slide back in. Holy fuck, it just gets better. Carefully, I push into her again, trying desperately to keep control of my movements. I continue this several times and I swear she clenches my dick tighter each time. I’m losing control and I think she is too.

“Tell me. Tell me what I need to hear.”

Without hesitation or questioning what it is that I need to hear, she responds, “I love you.” I move my fingers over her clit. She is soaking wet around my cock and my fingers. I’m about to come, but I need her to ride this out with me.

“Give it to me sweetheart, give me all you got.” With my words she detonates beneath me as I watch her lose herself to me. Seeing her orgasm is my undoing and I take my release with her as we ride out our passion together.

After, she is snuggled up against me tracing the tat on my chest. She loves that dragon for some reason, I’m not sure why.

“You’re not staying, are you?” She asks quietly.

I don’t say anything for a minute and then, “No baby, I can’t”

She stops tracing my tat and is silent for a while. Then she asks, “Why did you come back then?”


 



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Reckless Devotion 2 Blog Tour

Title: Reckless Devotion: Book Two
Author: Jennifer Domenico
Genre: BDSM, Erotica
Cover Designer: Wicked by Design
Editor: Mad Hatter Press
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Gabriel and Mia’s story continues…
Intense. Passionate. Consuming. It was everything they both wanted—until it wasn’t.
When trust is shattered and doubt creeps in, Gabriel and Mia must decide if fighting for what they have is worth the compromise or if their devotion will only end in devastation.

One day, many months ago, Jennifer Domenico went to sleep and a beautiful love story played out in her dreams.
When she awoke, she felt compelled to write it down. So she did. The result was her first novel, Turn Towards the Sun and a writing career was born.
Ms. Domenico lives in Scottsdale, Arizona with her very Italian husband, a dog that adores her, two cats that tolerate her, and a wicked sweet tooth.
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Have my Heart- A Novella – http://amzn.to/292S1yk
Beautifully Twisted – http://amzn.to/295OdP2
Chasing Desire – http://amzn.to/28ZlYik
Londyn Falls – http://amzn.to/295Orpg
Break Me Down – http://amzn.to/28Z8aSY
If I Told You – http://amzn.to/2dVvsj1
At First Glance – http://amzn.to/2e5U2NJ
When I Found You – http://amzn.to/2gpzwUJ
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Excerpt 1: Inclement Gods by Gabriele Russo

Excerpt 1

“LET’S KILL ‘EM ALL!” YELLED MARS, presiding
in lieu of Jupiter.
Ahura-Mazda* sighed wearily. These young gods
were exasperating, and now that the meeting was in its
fiftieth year, there were always a few standing in for their
elders. Mars, always hot under the helmet, was one of the
worst.
He smoothed his long curly beard, rose and rearranged
his silken robes. “How many times must we explain this? We
tried that before. Does the Deluge ring a bell? And now we’re
back to square one. There has got to be a better way.”
“Not to mention how much work it was,” said Vishnu,
playing with his nose ring. “Exhausting! All that rain…and
then having to recreate everything.”
“Well, I for one wouldn’t mind getting a good storm on,”
said Thor. “It would be more interesting than this meeting.”
“You gods do what you want with your humans.” Inti’s
sun-disk crown of feathers was disarrayed from shaking his
head so much. “My believers are still faithful, and no one is
dumping a shitload of water on their heads.

Excerpt 2

“So we’ll kill’em all!” repeated Mars. “They’ll believe in us
then.”
“Who?” Athena’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “The dead
ones?”
Amun stood up before Mars could reply. “Talking of death,
what about Anubis’s proposition the other day? That thing
about us going back to earth to live with the humans.”
“Might not these scientists interpret this move as one of
weakness?” asked Inti.
“Not if we kill them all!” shrilled Mars with mounting
anguish, cheeks now red under his strawberry blond peach fuzz
of a beard.
“Ah yes, good idea,” said Athena. “Live with humans and
piss them off so they revolt.”
Thor twirled his hammer. “How can they revolt? We’re
gods.”
“Perhaps,” said Ahura-Mazda. “But we are few and they
are many. Personally, I preferred Mwari’s idea about creating a
new dimension, even if it does mean leaving what’s left of my
believers without guidance.”
“Both ideas have merit,” said Athena, “and their faults: I
think the disbelief runs too deep here for our presence to do
any good. What if we tried a combination of the two?”
“You mean create a new world AND live with the humans?”
Vishnu’s voice became pensive.
“No!” Mars’s whole face turned vermillion. “Killing them is
the solution! A nice little blood bath…Ah! Come on!”

Excerpt 3

The two men watched him leave. When the sound of his
footsteps died away, they detached themselves from the wall,
unhooked the ladder and lowered it into the pit. As the prisoner
started moaning that he had had enough, the big man hurried
down, made a shushing gesture and clubbed him hard on the head.
Two minutes later the ladder was back on the wall and the
big man, now carrying a black duffel bag across his shoulders,
followed his accomplice out in the maze of corridors. Silently, they
made their way through twists and turns until they reached an
open sewer grate.
The big man dumped the bag down in the hole and sat on the
ledge. “Now get back to your post,” he whispered, “be ready for the
next extraction.” Lithe as a tiger, he jumped in the dark tunnel.
Dragging the grate back in place, his accomplice wondered in
what sort of unholy mess he had gotten himself into.

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{Cover Reveal} Big Shot by Kim Karr goes live on MONDAY JUNE 26!!!

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Big Shot -Book Info

Title: Big Shot

Author: Kim Karr

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 27, 2017

Cover Designer: Michele Catalano – Creative

Model: Mitchell Wick

Photographer: Wong Sim

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Big Shot - About book

BIG SHOT_Amazon To believe one person can change your destiny sounds absurd. But it happened to me… twice.

Ten years ago I had no idea what I wanted out of life, until I met Hannah Michaels. She was a computer-engineering student ready to conquer the social media world, and I was smitten. Even though I knew she was taken, I had to have her.

Being the big shot that I was, I didn’t let her status stand in my way. It wasn’t long before my hands were on her thighs and my name a whisper on her lips. This smart, sexy girl inspired me to greatness, helped me grow into the kind of man I never knew I wanted to be. The man I am today.

Too bad I hadn’t grown fast enough to keep her.

Moving on wasn’t easy, but I knew I had to let her go. Eventually, I found someone to share my days and nights with, and together we had a daughter. My life was nearly perfect until my world turned upside down.

A single father has challenges, and one of those is learning how to calmly deal with your child coming home in tears. I had no idea the day I pounded on my daughter’s classmate’s door, Hannah would be the one standing on the other side.

The wild, burning desire that rushed through my veins was unwanted, and yet impossible to ignore. Letting her in meant so much more this time around. Guilt hit me like a hammer. I hated myself. I hated her. The problem was I really didn’t hate her—I wanted her more than ever.

But this time around, I can’t have her.

This time it’s my status that stands in our way—and going up against myself just might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

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Big Shot - About author

Kim Karr is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author.

She grew up in Rochester, NY and now lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She’s always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, she wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. She went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise her family. Kim currently works part-time with her husband and recently decided to embrace one of her biggest passions–writing.

Kim wears a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of her family. However, she always finds time to read. One of her favorite family outings was taking her kids when they were little to the bookstore or the library. Today, Kim’s oldest child is seventeen and no longer goes with her on these, now rare and infrequent, outings. She finds that she doesn’t need to go on them anymore because she has the greatest device ever invented–a Kindle.

Kim likes to believe in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. She loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart.

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