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Book Tour: Single Rider by Skye Leah Collett

Single Rider

by Skye Leah Collett

Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction

 

This is a story about a woman named Kenzie. A woman who knows what she wants and likes things just the way they are, thank you very much.  This is also a story about a man named Max. Max can be a real pain in the ass.  And finally, this is a story about Dash, ex-husband extraordinaire, who likes to get down to the Scissor Sisters and parties a little too much. And Katie, the best friend who parties far too much and can expertly defend herself against sexual harassment accusations. And Claudia, sister, mother and head of the school parent’s association, long time tea drinker. The chalk to Kenzie’s cheese. And Michael, the one that got away.

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“I don’t think so Kenz.” he said, no grimace or frown, just a serious look on his face, parental almost. Condescending was another word that came to mind.
‘Oh, ok, no worries.” she laughed to cover her embarrassment but she knew her face looked as if she had just played the 50-minute game of soccer in the sun instead of her niece.
“Ok well see you round.” she shook her arm from where he still grasped her and started for the car, pretty sure she was walking weird, knowing she was. There was something distinctly duck like about her walk, dear god she was waddling. Yep definitely a waddle. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Kenzie wait.” he followed her.
Even if she ran she wouldn’t be able to lose him, especially now that she had the speed and agility of Huey, Dewey and Louie combined, or maybe it was just Donald, who would be the most uncoordinated out of the four she pondered to herself idiotically.
She stopped, not sure what he was going to say but wishing the ground would swallow her up, grateful her family hadn’t overheard her be shot down so brutally, when she didn’t even want to hang out with this with this guy, well at least she didn’t think she did 5 minutes ago.
Oh god, she thought, Dash witnessing this would be even worse, she could imagine how much he would torture her.

 

(The one in the hat!)

 

First time author of Single Rider Skye Leah Collett, refuses to concede that her debut novel is in any way Autobiographical.

Her ex-husband doesn’t buy it.

He won’t shut up about the similarities between himself and the vibrantly likeable supporting character Dash. Unrelenting in his conviction that the imagined fellows resemblance is as unsubtle as the nose on his handsome face, he’s adamantly staked a claim in sharing any perceived future celebrity entitlements. He is also one of this author’s biggest fans.

 

Sydney born but a devoted Brisbane girl for almost three decades, Skye’s stories centre on the lives and relationships of individuals living in modern suburban Australia. Their friendships, their increasingly overbearing families and of course their lovers.

 

Her father’s dedication to waffling, unapologetically long winded stories is a treasured family trait passed on through generations and Skye’s rich, colourful characters are painstakingly crafted to become people you wished you knew and become reluctant to farewell.

 

Skye spends an unseemly indulgent amount of time pinching herself as a reminder that she is indeed awake and very much a person who finished writing a novel.

She’d adore hearing from anyone who feels inclined to make the effort or just wants to say hey.

 

Skye Leah Collett can be reached anytime via her many varied social media locations!

 

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Book Tour: World of Shadows Series by Lincoln Cole

The Everett Exorcism
World of Shadows Book 1
by Lincoln Cole
Genre: Horror, Occult Thriller, Urban Fantasy
Something strange is happening in the city of Everett, Washington and Father
Niccolo Paladina is tasked with investigating possible demonic
activity. Nothing is as it seems, however, and things quickly begin
spiraling out of his control.

When his path crosses with that of an old rival, they discover that things
are worse in Everett than either of them could ever have imagined. As
his world collapses around him, Niccolo will be left with one
terrible question: what is my faith worth?
**On sale for .99 cents!**
The Vatican Children
World of Shadows Book 2
After the events of in Everett Washington, Father Niccolo Paladina decides
to assist Arthur in hunting down the Bishop and bringing him to
justice for the crimes he has committed. He knows that the Bishop has
something big planned against the Church.

Arthur, on the other hand, is hoping to find some redemption for his actions
against The Ninth Circle and atone for his mistakes. Atonement,
however, can be difficult to come by…
Especially when the stakes are so high.
The Bishop’s Legacy
World of Shadows Book 3
Everything is falling apart for Niccolo Paladina as his mistakes come back to
haunt him. He’s been reminded once more that the shadowy world in
which Arthur inhabits is not his own.

He is ready to face the consequences for his actions, but not until he
has dealt with the threat he’s helped to create. Things are getting
desperate, though, and they are worried that more people will be hurt
before they can bring things to an end.
**Releases January 30th, 2018 – Pre-Order Now!**
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Father Paladina knelt in his uncomfortable position beneath the staircase, eyes closed and struggling to control his breathing. Each gasp sounded like the cracking of a tree branch, and he couldn’t fight down an occasional sob of terror. His heart beat in his ears, and his veins seemed about to burst open.
“I can smell you, Priest. I know you didn’t run far. Where are you?”
The voice came from upstairs in the local priest’s office. Niccolo couldn’t remember a time in his life when he had been so on edge and afraid. It felt like a sickness in his stomach, as all of his muscles tensed simultaneously. It made his body shake, and he worried that he might throw up at any moment.
“We both know how this will end. If you come out now, I’ll do it quick. If you make me come and find you, though …”
Niccolo struggled to control his breathing as hot tears ran down his cheeks. He reached into his front-right pocket for the single item he kept there. His rosary, which he held between his fingers and pressed against his lips, praying as hard as he could for the strength to deal with whatever was happening to him.
Not to overcome it, though. Part of him—if he were honest, a large part—knew he was about to die alone in this church, and the only thing he prayed for was the strength to die well.
After all, right now, not only his life hung in the balance: so did his everlasting soul.
“This basement has no exits. I know this church. This is my church. Not yours,” the man—if still a man—said from just upstairs. “I never thought I would actually get to kill a priest here. This is delightful!”
What is he waiting for? Niccolo wondered, in fear. Tim Spencer—or whatever controlled him—seemed to enjoy taking his time. Every muscle in Niccolo’s body ached, and he had to fight to keep from sobbing. Why is he doing this? Why is he waiting up there?
It felt like he’d been hiding under the stairs forever, but it had probably lasted for less than a minute.
“We’re having fun, aren’t we, Priest?” Tim asked.
Niccolo couldn’t contain a shudder, and the movement caused his shoulder to bump against one of the boxes behind him. The noise it made wasn’t that loud, but to Niccolo, it rumbled like an explosion in the stillness of the basement.
If his pursuer heard, though, he didn’t let on. Tim hummed to himself as he took his first step down the staircase. It creaked heavily underfoot, and Father Paladina winced when dust fell on his head.
Another step; the sound of the boot on the stairs sounded like a nail in the priest’s coffin. Tim kept on coming, humming a tuneless tone, until the father could see muddy boots in front of his face.
“Priest? You know I’ll find you. You can’t hide from me.”
Niccolo’s whole body trembled, and the man had called it true. His hiding place seemed weak and pathetic now. As soon as Tim reached the bottom of the staircase, he would spy Niccolo. The priest had backed himself into a corner and had nowhere to go.
He shouldn’t have stayed here at Saint Joseph’s Cathedral alone. Should have gone with Father Reynolds to his home; splitting up had turned into a terrible idea, and one that might well cost him his life.

 

Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited
many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia,
but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife. His love for
writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov
and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.
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Book Tour: Mountain Wolf Protectors Series by Emilia Hartley

Mountain Wolf Protectors Series
by Emilia Hartley
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Get the complete BESTSELLING Paranormal Romance Series packed with
Romance, Action, and lovable characters throughout!

The Mountain Wolf Protectors Box Set is complete with all the drama,
romance and suspense your heart desires. By the time you reach the
end you’ll be begging for more! This is one series you do NOT want to miss!

 

Book 1 – Protected by the Mountain Wolf
Book 2 – Adored by the Mountain Wolf
Book 3 – Mated to the Mountain Wolf
Book 4 – Married to the Mountain Wolf

 

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Jump right into the adorable story of Nova and Amara
now!

 

Warning: This series contains lots of sexy shifter
action, irresistible mates and steamy love scenes. Tons of mouth
watering Paranormal Romance bonus content included!
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Protected by the Mountain Wolf
Book 1
Amara’s life changed the moment she was attacked by a group of wolves. She
was only 15 at the time, who could blame her for ignoring her
grandfather’s warnings? She quickly began to believe all those
stories he told her about the wolves who protected their town,
Strathford. The wolves who could turn into humans. Shifters, as she
learned they were called.

Ten years had passed since then, and Nova still couldn’t forgive himself
for letting the Valley Clan slip into their territory unnoticed. If
only he had been there in time. Since that day, he made a vow to
himself to protect her, no matter what happens. Though he didn’t
personally know Amara, he felt a connection to her after watching
over her all these years. With his curiosity growing each day, he
finally decided to visit her at work. He’d talk to her for an hour,
settle his curiosity and then never speak to her again. Or so he
thought…
Adored by the Mountain Wolf
Book 2
Two weeks after she started living on the Compound – the home of the
Mountain Wolves – Amara was getting anxious to return to her life.
She had a job, friends and family to return to. Not only that, she
had to make sure her sister was safe from her psychopath boyfriend,
Kal. If only she could tell Sadie the truth, that he was the wolf
shifter who wreaked havoc on Strathford for all these years.

As much as he wanted to protect her, Nova knew that he couldn’t keep
Amara from her life forever. He and the Mountain Wolves have been
vigilant in the fight against the Valley Clan, but they begin to lose
their footing as the attacks increase in frequency. When Nova is
reminded he has to protect his pack he has no choice but to bring
Amara with him, for her safety.
Mated to the Mountain Wolf
Book 3
Weeks after the war between the Mountain and Valley clans ended, resulting
in Kal’s capture, things were finally starting to get back to normal
for Amara. Well, as normal as they could be in preparation to marry a
wolf shifter. Before Nova and Amara they could officially be
considered mates, there were a series of trials that needed to be
passed. And if she were honest, the thought of failing scared her
more than anything. To make matters worse, her secret admirer just
began to tip the scale from flattery to all out stalker.

Even after Kal was captured, and the horrors Amara had faced in her life
were over, she still wasn’t completely safe. And that’s what angered
Nova the most. He just had to work that much harder at protecting
her.
Married to the Mountain Wolf
Book 4
The day finally came. Ten years ago, Nova would have never imagined that
he’d be standing where he stood today. With the odds completely
against him, this wasn’t even a thought in his mind. The first night
he saw Amara seemed like forever ago and now here he was, standing,
waiting for his bride to meet him at the altar. Amara. His Bride. His
Mate. With all of the shit that had happened over the past few
months, he was finally glad to see his woman happy, in all her glory.
He wouldn’t let anything interrupt this day. Today will be perfect.
For Amara’s sake.
 
Ten Years Later
  Amara stood before her full-length mirror, gazing at her reflection. Her long, dark hair fell around her shoulders in thick waves, cascading down her back. Tugging on her black tee shirt, she tucked it into her jeans, and threaded silver feather earrings through her ear lobes. No matter what she added to her appearance, she couldn’t erase that haunted look from her eyes, or the shiny mass of scar tissue at her collar bone.
  Compliments of the wolf she had believed didn’t exist.
  The attack had affected her more than she was willing to let on. Her grandfather had been right, she’d known that now. They never should have been out after dark. And Becca was nearly crippled because of it. Poor, sweet Becca. It had taken her years to regain full use of her arm and for her to walk again. She still had to use a cane. Amara had hardly been able to look Becca’s parents in the eyes, she had felt so guilty.
  And Zoe, well. Zoe had turned on her for a while, probably to relieve her own guilt. She’d come around, eventually, though not until sometime after high school. Now they only saw each other when Amara was at work and Zoe came into the bar to get a drink. Their relationship was strained at best, though they did try to behave cordially towards one another every year for Becca’s birthday. The one and only time they got along.
  It was hard to remember everything that had happened that night. Zoe hadn’t seen or heard a thing before the first wolf attacked her. Then the others had joined in. By the time the two wolves went after Amara, both Becca and Zoe had been unconscious. Nobody had believed her when Amara swore up and down that a boy had saved her. They thought she had gone crazy.
  Maybe she had.
  She’d gotten paranoid, she knew that for sure. She never went anywhere without a knife and had long since learned how to use it. She now believed every word her grandfather had spoken until his death two years back, and had soaked up all the legends their people had ever passed through the generations about the protectors of the town, of the tribe that once called Strathford home. The wolves that could turn into men.
  Her entire life, she had believed them to be just stories. She had agreed with the rest of the town that her grandfather was a bit off his rocker, and only listened to him to indulge him. But now…now she wasn’t so sure. She knew what she’d seen. It had been wolves that attacked them ten years before, yes, but it had been a human who had lifted her up and carried her back to her friends. It had been a human voice she heard telling the other one to ‘Come on.’ And it had been human eyes that had stared down at her, almost like an apology. Dark, worried, human eyes, imploring her to understand.
  That boy had saved her, she knew he had. She just couldn’t prove it.
  Grabbing her bag, she slung it around her shoulder before slipping the knife into the holster on her leg and pulling her pant leg down once more. Sufficiently armed, she pulled on her coat, locked her front door, and set off at a brisk walk down the street.
  Murphy’s was the local bar in Strathford, one of the main attractions for the unencumbered, unemployed, and unattached. Amara had been a bartender there since she’d returned from college to help her mother take care of her grandfather. It was only a few blocks from her apartment, so she had never worried about walking. No one ever bothered her, and she was armed, which was the only way she felt safe. Still, there were times when she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
  Like tonight.
  Quickening her pace, Amara was comforted that the only sound she could hear was the click of her boots on cement until she hauled open the heavy wooden door of the bar.
  “Hey Sam,” she greeted the bouncer. Sam was a big, beefy man with a bald head and a soft heart, whose company she enjoyed very much. He took the I.D. from the girl in line and smiled at Amara with his big, goofy grin.
  “Hey, Mara. Cold night tonight, huh?”
  “Freezing,” she agreed, taking off her coat and hanging it on the hook behind him. “Mitch in?”
  Sam nodded. “Behind the bar.”
  “Thanks.” Murphy’s didn’t usually get busy until at least eleven o’clock, and tonight wasn’t any different. The usual suspects sat in the booths having a late dinner, and a few of the college kids home on winter break sat at the high, scrubbed wooden tables, with a few of the regulars perched at the bar. When things picked up, every booth, stool, and table in the place would be full, Amara knew. And if she was lucky, her tip jar would do just as well.
  Mitch, the owner—and Amara’s high school prom date—was standing behind the big oak bar, wiping down a set of glasses with a white cloth. He was tall, his chestnut brown hair falling into his eyes, and a crooked grin curling his lips. He nodded at Amara when he spotted her.
  One of the regulars, a guy named Ole, turned around and leered at her. She could already tell he was a few drinks in, and knew from years of serving him booze that he was a sloppy drunk. “How ya doin’, Mara?” he asked, his words already beginning to slur.
  Amara put on her best bartender’s smile. “Doing just fine, Ole. Doing just fine. Hey, Mitch, did my spirits order come in this afternoon? They were two days late because of the snow, and we’re running low on tequila.”
  Chuckling, Mitch set his glass down and reached beneath the bar to pull out a bottle of amber liquid. “Checked in and unloaded. Shouldn’t have to worry about it for a while.”
  “That’s what I like to hear,” she said, tying a small, black apron around her waist. She winked at the young guy at the end of the bar, knowing she could weasel a big tip from him if she played her cards right. With a smile, she asked for his order, then grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured him a shot. She slid it down the bar to him, praying he would catch it. “Nice work, honey,” she purred, grinning when he blushed scarlet.
  “Did you hear about the wolf sightings?” Mitch asked, keeping his voice down.
  “I heard,” Amara replied darkly, feeling the familiar trickle of fear whisper down her spine. “How many is that this month?”
  “At least ten.”
  “Damn. And what’s the Mayor doing, anything? Or the Sherriff?”
  Mitch shook his head gravely. “You know they’re trying, Amara. You, better than anyone, know what wolves can do. They don’t want that to happen again. Trouble is, for every wolf they kill, it seems like two more of them come back. Don’t you have that one that keeps following you around? Have you killed him yet?”
  Amara shifted uncomfortably. It was true, she did have a wolf who liked to lurk around outside her door. A gray and silver wolf, with dark, troubled eyes. Yet, even for as much as she hated his kind, she couldn’t help but think that this one was different. There was almost something…protective about the way he watched her sometimes. Like she was his to look after, though he never got too close.
  Mitch eyed her knowingly. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
  “Oh, bite me, Mitchell,” she shot back, but there was no heat in it. Mitch just chuckled.
  As the time got later, the bar started to fill up, and Amara’s shift became the way she liked it: more work, and less chatter. She was just handing a couple of beers to a couple on a weekend trip when a stranger sat down in front of her.
  He was dressed oddly for the weather Strathford was currently experiencing. Only jeans and a short-sleeved navy blue shirt. No coat, no hat. Almost as if the wintery cold didn’t faze him. His sleek black hair was slicked back out of his angular face, and while she appreciated the chiseled physique on the tall, muscular frame, it was his eyes that drew her in. Dark, tortured eyes that she swore she had seen before. And yet, she couldn’t quite place why he seemed so familiar.
  “What will it be, honey?” she asked, taking the tip the couple had left her and sliding it into the pocket of her jeans. It was coated in dripped alcohol from the bar, but hey! Money was money.
  The man stared at her for a moment, to the point where it was almost uncomfortable, until finally, Amara cleared her throat. “Whiskey,” he said, his voice deep and almost gravelly. She couldn’t help but find the cadence extremely sexy. “On the rocks. Make it a double, please.”
  Oh, yeah, she thought. Definite sex appeal. Too bad most men found her wolf paranoia to be a turn off. She poured his drink and set it on the bar in front of him. “There you go, handsome.”
  He watched her for a moment, as if he was deciding something. Then his lips curved in the echo of a grin. “Why don’t you have one for yourself?” he offered. “It’s on me.”
  Interesting. “Don’t mind if I do. Thanks.” She held a shot of whiskey up, tapping her glass to his. She smiled. “Cheers.” Then she threw it back.
Reading wasn’t always Emilia’s passion, but over the years she developed an
irreplaceable love for books. She writes about large, protective
alpha males and their strong, sexy female mates.
If you enjoy steamy shifters and fated mates, then you’ll LOVE Emilia’s
books!
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Book Tour+Review: Dark Days of Promise by Shaunna Gonzales

 Dark Days of Promise by Shaunna Gonzales
Publication Date: July 29, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Thirty-four year old Vicki Laramie must learn to trust before she can love, but she might die trying.

 

While Vicki’s children grapple with the death of their father — a man whom she’s successfully fabricated as loving, a lie her rebellious teenager recognizes — she must find a way to support her family and find a role model for her boys. She never intends to fall for Staff Sergeant Chase, her best friend’s son, who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). She’d much rather choose a safer man to love, but her children have a voice in the decision she makes. With two deaths to deal with, a suitor after her money, a rebellious son, and Sergeant Chase’s repeated attacks, she can only hope to survive the danger she faces. If she doesn’t, her children will be left without either parent.

 

 

 

Shaunna Gonzales currently resides with her family in the greater Seattle area. Married over thirty years, her role as wife and mother of four continue to be her priorities.

 

A storyteller in her youth, she endevored to extend her love of stories to the written word and in 2005 began to write her first novel. Though that manuscript will remain buried, she has continued to learn. Once told by her doctors that she would never leave her wheelchair — due to her Multiple sclerosis. It has been tucked in a closet while she continues on. (In other words muddles on.)

 

Shaunna has worked as a professional reviewer for InD’Tales eMagazine for three years. In 2012 she also served as the vice president of Moonwriters, the on-line chapter of American Night Writers Association (ANWA She prefers to write romantic fiction and has ventured into the romantic suspense, and time-travel genres. Her debut novel, Dark Day s of Promise was released by Desert Breeze Publishing in 2012 re-released 2015.

 

Although she prefers to spend her days writing, she is willing to share what she has learned from the school of life and is often found “giving back.”

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Time lost its meaning as my soul cried out to God. I didn’t think God would care for a single mother of three, but I pleaded anyway. My feelings vacillated between a peace I couldn’t convince myself existed, and frustrated loneliness. Maybe God had left me alone… in more ways than I thought possible. Heck, I didn’t care. Anger laced my emotions, growing dominant. I was mad at life and mad at God for making it so hard. It wasn’t fair! Janine’s words echoed in my mind. “He didn’t promise it would be fair, or easy. He promised it would be worth it.” I wasn’t sure, but Janine proved right about so many things. Maybe I would start paying attention to what she said. Maybe. Of one thing I became sure during those dark hours. It was time for me to stand on my own two feet. Marshall would never return. Hope springs eternal, as a flower poised to bloom in spring, trembling in its reach for the sun. Would I bloom or whither at the first sign of frost?
War is never easy to talk about it, much less explain to loved ones what happened over there to make you act the way that you do. War destroys lives, war changes lives, and war stays with you even when you have come away with your battle scars. Soldiers who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, simply cannot turn off their trigger zones, nor do they expect those around them to understand the affects from the experiences that they’ve lived through. But still there is hope. Gonzales asserts an impossible situation upon a family of four, to show her readers that these things really do happen. Death and loss happen on an everyday basis, to those who do not deserve it and to those who are already gravely suffering from other burdens in life. This author encompasses a sensitive subject and combines it with a second chance at happiness.
Vicki Laramie has three children, and receives the horrendous news that her ex-husband and the father of her children, has died in combat. She looks to her best friend and neighbor, Janine Chase, for her wisdom and guidance on how to break the news to her children and live with the sudden loss of a parent, income, and companionship. When Janine’s son Kelly comes home from his tour, he promises his mother that he would never go back. He has a lot of problems, which make themselves known after he begins feeling an emotional and intimate connection to his friend’s wife, the friend who gave his life during the war, his only request to protect his family after he is gone. Vicki learns that the war has done something to Kelly, making it hard to trust him and it is not his fault, nor can she fault him for not being able to control it. Touching him sometimes triggers a war zone survival mentality, making him potentially dangerous to not only her, but her children as well. Can Vicki learn to trust Kelly enough to make a relationship work for her children’s sake? They need a father, but what are the lengths that she is willing to go to protect them when her happiness may be on the line as well?

Gonzales has a superb story-line and exceptional character development. All of her characters have such depth that will intrigue the reader and allow them to feel emotions like sympathy, hope, and determination. The pace is absolutely terrific; it is fast-paced, inspirational and the content is credible. The oldest child acting out, another child concerned for his mother’s safety, and Vicki’s reliance on religious faith are all credible factors after suffering from the loss of a parent. There are little to no errors in the context, which make it that much more enjoyable for the reader. If you are a reader of contemporary romance, this story will not disappoint.

 

A copy of this book was provided to Turning Another Page by Loving the Book, but this in no way affects our honest opinion of the book or the review that has been written. We provide a five-star rating for Dark Days of Promise by Shaunna Gonzales.

Was he telling me the truth about Carter calling? I wasn’t sure. The reality of whether or not I’d survive the night and claim I’d made the right choice to accept a ride from such a dangerous man was, as of yet, to be determined. A fierce battle raged within me. Although grateful for the ride, and the warmth of his Jeep, a cold shudder of terror slithered up my spine every time he glanced my direction. The locked door added to my apprehension. Cold overwhelmed me again.

He exercised a considerable amount of care in adjusting the army blanket higher across my chest with one hand. His warm hand brushed against my skin. I flinched, wanting to scream, but managed to keep it in check, in all honesty because I couldn’t … The phantom pressure of his hands lingered at my throat.

 

It seemed incomprehensible. I’d once thought him in need of my comfort, only to have him turn on me, becoming a killer. Never, if I lived forever, would I forget the coldness in his eyes at the moment I knew I’d die. The memory of his eyes, the cold purposeful reflection of them, caused me to shudder. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Would his seeming gentleness be absent, replaced instead by the killer I knew existed behind the veil of concern for my well-being? Though good-looking, he’d proved beyond dangerous — he’d proven deadly. He’d held my life in his hands. The option of my continued breathing his choice and his alone. I wasn’t at all sure by what fate I continued to breathe and feared it had been a calculated move on his part to heighten my terror. He’d measured me well if such were his intentions.

 

It required a firm determination on my part to remain calm. In the subconscious recesses of my mind, I considered myself his prisoner. Distrust replaced my calm acceptance of his explanation of finding me with emphatic surety. I tried in vain to calm my instincts to run should the opportunity present itself.

 

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Book Tour: Devil in Texas by Adrienne deWolfe

Devil in Texas

Lady Law and the Gunslinger Series Book 1

by Adrienne deWolfe

Genre: Historical Romance

 

Pinkerton Agent Sadie Michelson poses as a casino singer to investigate a Texas Senator. Before she can cozy up to her quarry, she must get past his bodyguard, William Cassidy, her long-lost lover.

An outlaw seeking redemption, Cass was lured to Texas by the promise of a Ranger badge. But he hasn’t forgotten the sassy siren, who toyed with his heart. When Sadie proposes a truce, Cass suspects she’s hiding something.

With assassins dogging their heels, Cass and Sadie uncover a murder conspiracy in the senate. To stay alive, they must do the one thing they’re dead set against: trust each other.

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For a long moment, Sadie stood in the doorway of the bathhouse. Moonbeams spilled through the skylight, illuminating the long, lean swimmer’s body, power-stroking through the pool. Completely naked, Cass’s exquisite length glimmered like a torpedo-shaped pearl.

She told herself she should arrest him for breaking-and-entering. Unfortunately, she was arrested –- even mesmerized — by the view: emerald waters sliding over alabaster flesh; corded limbs surging through frothy bubbles; the breadth and power of rippling shoulders, rising above the wave.

He hadn’t noticed her arrival yet. That gave her time to plot her strategy. She raced him along the pool’s longest edge, beating him to the shallows, where she waited triumphantly with a scowl. She was loath to let him know just how much she enjoyed watching his shameless virility cleave her ominous, black silhouette on the water.

When he pretended not to notice her, looming over him like an angry volcano goddess, she tugged his Bowie knife from her belt and flung it. The blade struck the deck’s wooden planks above his head with a resounding thunk.

That got his attention.

He reared up out of the water, tossing back his hair in a gleaming arc of spray that looked like a moonbow around his golden head.

“I hear you left a message for me at Wilma’s place,” she announced. Planting her fists on her hips, she straddled that erect and quivering hilt. “What the devil is this?”

Cass grinned. He trailed his wicked gaze from the knob on the hilt to the apex of her spreading thighs. “I’m not sure. But it looks illegal.”

“You’re illegal.”

“That’s why you like me.”

She snorted. “As far as I’m concerned, Marshal Wright should have locked you in the calaboose and thrown away the key. You think vandalism’s a game?”

“Life’s a game, sweetheart. I just play by different rules.”

“This from the man who wants to be a Ranger?”

“I’m starting to have second thoughts about Rangerhood,” he drawled. “Women aren’t allowed on the force.”

“Oh, so now you’re all about equality.”

He winked. “Mostly, I’m about undercover work.”

Dance to the Devil’s Tune

Lady Law and the Gunslinger Series Book 2

 

Maestro’s music creates mindless puppets, who commit crimes at his command. To lure the sinister jewel thief out of hiding, Pinkerton Agent Sadie Michelson poses as a wealthy widow.

Fearing for her safety, William “Cass” Cassidy, her hotheaded lover, hatches his own plot to end Maestro’s killing spree. But his daring gamble backfires and costs him Sadie’s trust.

Now Cass is on the run, hunted by Maestro and the Pinkertons. Torn between her mission and her gunslinging lover, Sadie must stop Cass’s showdown with Maestro, or she’ll lose her badge—and her man.

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Adrienne deWolfe is the #1 bestselling author of action-packed Historical Romance novels, where feisty Heroines buck the conventions and true Heroes must be wickedly funny. Her critically acclaimed series include Wild Texas Nights, Velvet Lies, and Lady Law & The Gunslinger.

When Adrienne’s not writing, she can often be found dragging her sopping-wet feline out of the bathtub. (Because Krazy Kat — who thinks she’s a shark — gets her kitty jollies by cannon-balling into the water while Adrienne’s soaking in it.)

On other days, Adrienne wages war with her printer. (You think we jest? See her post, “Help! My Printer Has a Poltergeist!” at http://writingnovelsthatsell.com/humor-my-printer-has-a-poltergeist/ )

Fascinated by all things mystical, Adrienne writes a blog about dragons, magic, haunted pizza, the Universal Law of Attraction, and other weirdness she can’t explain at http://MagicMayhemBlog.com.

She also writes a blog featuring tips about the business of writing at http://WritingNovelsThatSell.com, where you’ll find lots of writing resources. She enjoys mentoring aspiring authors and offers professional fiction-coaching.

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Book Tour: The Endless Fart by Beatriz Rare

The Endless Fart

by Beatriz Rare

Genre: Children’s Picture Book

 

This is a very special day for Ralph the elephant, but a serious farting problem is turning it into one of the most difficult days of his life. A journey of strength and courage is the path for this adorable character. Ralph will learn that being himself and telling the truth is always the best idea.

The unique and hilarious illustrations of this story are guaranteed to make any child laugh. Is this stinky gas bound to ruin Ralph’s whole day, or will he be able to control this endless fart?

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Beatriz Rare lives in San Francisco with her husband and son. She was an educator for 35 years. Besides teaching, she’s always had a passion for drawing and writing. She especially likes to tell stories that make children laugh as well as learn.

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Book Tour: The Fated Saga by Sariah Skye

Fated Souls

The Fated Saga Book 1

by Sariah Skye

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Leorah James is your average, single woman. Works in a coffee shop, drives a beat-up car, watches TV with her cat, and lives a very ordinary life in rural Minnesota among humans. On the outside, you’d never know that the entirely-typical woman hides a secret.

Leorah is a dragon-shifter. Not just any dragon shifter, but a pink dragon shifter.
Pink?
Yes, pink.

Unlike her dragon counterparts, she’s smaller, cannot fly, doesn’t breathe fire, and is not very intimidating at all. In her home kingdom of Anarach, she is bullied, tormented, and hated. So, she chooses to live simply, and blend in with humanity.

Until a cute, but mysterious stranger enters the shop where she works. And he knows exactly who, and what Leorah is hiding. Gabriel O’Donnell will help uncover who she is, and teach her what she’s capable of. All the while a dark, ominous force that hasn’t been seen in centuries threatens everything Leorah holds dear.

Together, will they succumb to the darkness? Or will they fight in the shadows, and discover just who Leorah is fated to be?

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I smiled at them, shaking my head. I tried to imagine what it would have been like to dream only of fairy tale things back then when I was their age. Instead, I had fantasized about living in a place where no one knew who I was just so that I could escape the agony of constant ridicule from my family and their friends and—well, everyone really—about who I was, what I was, what I couldn’t do compared to everyone else. Living under constant scrutiny was hard. I could do no right. I was an embarrassment. I was a freak. Here in Pineville, Minnesota I was still technically a freak too , but what people didn’t know about me didn’t hurt them. I appeared human. Although, I am not. At any moment if I truly desired, though, I could turn into my real self. My real dragon self.

Yes, that’s right. Dragon. I am a dragon. We live in another realm, not unlike your own. Except the primary species in our realm are dragon-shifters.

Everything you’ve heard about dragons is probably true. We fly, breathe fire, are loud and a bit scaly. What you don’t know is that we have magic both in our human and dragon forms. All dragons are capable of different kinds of magic; the type of magic you wield relates to the color of your dragon skin, and we exist in every color of the rainbow right down to silver and gold. My grandfather, an Elder in our home kingdom of Anarach because of his age, is silver. In his dragon form, his skin gleams like a pocketful of coins in a fountain, and he can use light magic which is beneficial in healing. Golden dragons also heal, but can harness the wind as well. My brother is a

red dragon, and he is a fire user; my parents are black and yellow and wield powerful arcane magic and air magic respectively. A dragon for every color and a place for their magic in our society. Well, everyone except me.

All because I share my color with Cyril the Mad, a powerful dragon who was greatly respected until he lost his mind and was exiled by the King and Queen of the Court at that time. No one knows what drove him to madness, but he committed grievous crimes with his power against dragons in a nearby village. Deeds rumored to be so terrible that the law forbade talk of Cyril and his kind. Over the centuries, stories of Cyril and his powers faded into myth and legend. Until another of his kind was born. Another pink dragon. Me.

Pink dragons? I know. I mean… really, it’s ridiculous sounding. It’s a color mutation, apparently. It doesn’t exactly sound scary or intimidating as one expects a dragon should be. But Cyril was a pink dragon and the commonly held opinion is that something about the gene gifted him with immense power while cursing him with insanity. So it is assumed that any others of his kind will be the same: batshit crazy. And that’s what they expect of me- the last remaining pink dragon, the only one of my kind. Rare, ridiculed and despised. But unlike Cyril, I have no magic, I cannot fly, and I don’t even breathe fire. So how can I be a threat to anyone? Nobody seemed to care about that, though. There wasn’t a day back home that I didn’t face disdain and torment. Other drakes—our term for adolescent dragons—wanted nothing to do with me. My parents wanted nothing to do with me; I was a hindrance to their reputations. They were utterly convinced they’d be ruling Anarach and be King and Queen by now had it not been for the taint of shame my birth had left on their standing.

The only two souls that had shown me love and kindness were my brother, Braeden, and my grandfather. A few years ago, on my legal adult birthday back home in Anarach, I took the nearest portal I could find on the outskirts of our village, Green Knoll, and it took me here, to Pineville, Minnesota. With the help of a rogue orange dragon I obtained a last name, documentation and everything else that would be essential for me to live as a typical human in the United States. Coming into the realm of humans, I found it ironic that pink was stereotypically a color signifying weakness and girlish fantasy. You know, princesses, frilly dresses, that sort of thing. Perhaps it was a twist on the stigma that had carried over somehow from the dragon world. Of course, humans like Kit, and heroines in movies, proved to me time and time again that femininity wasn’t weak and pink could equal strength. Pity the same didn’t ring true for this pink dragon.

Back in my birth realm, I am known as Leorah e’na Miradoste. Loosely translated it means “Leorah, daughter of Miradoste,” although it would sound very different in the dragon tongue; rough and guttural to human ears. Amongst humans, I’m Leorah James. It’s the name I prefer. Leorah James; an ordinary human girl with long, strawberry blonde hair, and green eyes. I am small as a dragon and whereas most dragons are tall and lithe in their human form; I am short and curvy with a larger than average chest, wide hips and a slightly soft stomach. No washboard abs for me—but I didn’t desire them. I can shift at a moment’s notice into my dragon form, but I can also live comfortably as a human. On the surface, I smelled, sounded and functioned the same as the people around me, set apart only by my mark.

Every dragon has a mark, resembling a tattoo, somewhere on their body. That mark is individual to them. Dragons in Anarach typically had Celtic symbols, dragon outlines with knotwork on them, in the color of their dragons. Mine was a round dragon, outlined in Celtic weaving with more intricate work in the middle and it was of course, pink. I knew the likelihood of anyone recognizing it as anything other than a tattoo or a birthmark even, was slim, but just in case I wore my long hair down in a thick braid down my back. Paranoia wasn’t a typical dragon trait, but given my upbringing I had acquired it as a necessary skill along with sarcasm, bitterness and a penchant for all things geeky.

Fated Magic

The Fated Saga Book 2

No one can outrun their destiny, but just whose destiny is she running from?

Dragon-shifter Leorah James has everything she ever wanted. Friends. Magic. The ability to fly. And the promise of more romance than she can handle. But with her newfound power comes responsibility far greater than Leo ever imagined.
As darkness infects the very heart of Anarach, Leo and her companions must leave the sanctuary of Castle Danger and face their worst fears. Betrayal, loss, action and adventure- Leorah is in for one hell of a ride.

Nobody said being the hero would be easy but is Leo strong enough to play the part?

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Fated Hope

The Fated Saga Book 3

 

Leorah James grew up in a kingdom of dragon-shifters; friendless, and considered useless, with no magic. All because of age-old ideas, and fear towards what they didn’t understand.

Now, she’s back in Anarach, in a position she never thought possible: a queen, bonded to the gorgeous Maxxus, with extraordinary magic; ruling over the kingdom that once shunned her very existence. Now, Leorah and Maxxus must bring the kingdoms together to try and strengthen everyone against the mysterious foe up against them.
The very thing that set her apart from her kingdom could be the very thing to save them all, if only they quell their fear and let her.
Some might consider Leorah a hero, given everything she’s been through and everything that stands before her. But, is she heroic enough to give everyone hope?

**Author’s note**
The romance intensifies in this third edition of The Fated Saga and is recommended for readers 18+ only.

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Sariah Skye physically resides in southern Minnesota with her husband, two kids and a dog (so really…3 children) but mentally her head is in the clouds dreaming of anything that doesn’t require adulting.
When not writing she’s probably geeking out watching Star Trek, playing World of Warcraft, reading yet another fantasy book or staying up way too late. She’d love it if you dropped her a line at Facebook or Twitter but be prepared…she’s a nictofiliac so be patient for a response while her eyes adjust to the light of day and beware of sarcasm. It helps to throw her chocolate or glitter first before engaging. Wine is also acceptable…but not to throw. Hand it over gently.

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Audiobook Blog Tour + Review: Catch Me If You Can by Miss Mae

Author: Miss Mae

Narrators: Stephen Mendel, Dave Mallow, J.W. Terry, Toni Attell, Robin Riker

Length: 5 hours and 51 minutes

Publisher: Miss Mae

Released: Nov. 11, 2016

Genre: Suspense

On an island bordering the coast of South Carolina, a convention is planned for “Catch Me” game enthusiasts. The game, designed by Stuart Harrington, wealthy businessman, is the genius behind the hottest game craze. But only ten guests are able to arrive before Brian, a category four hurricane, makes landfall. Lois Steinberg washes ashore on the beach. Amongst strangers, she has no idea who to trust and when Paul, the cook, is found murdered, events happen too eerily reminiscent of any “Catch Me” game that Stuart Harrington could ever conceive.

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Miss Mae is all about romantic mysteries. With her writing style compared to the likes of Agatha Christie, her books “Said the Spider to the Fly”, “When the Bough Breaks”, “Dove Island”, “It’s Elementary, My Dear Winifred” and “See No Evil, My Pretty Lady” are award winning best sellers. The novellas “Miss Penelope’s Letters”, and “Through a Glass Darkly” have received top rated five-star reviews. Her latest murder mystery, “Catch Me If You Can”, in audio format, has won the platinum award in the 2017 Hermes Creative International Competition. Tantalizing trailers, and more information, is readily available at her website.

She’s also penned three tales in the ‘Ahoy, Mischaps!’ children’s/humor series. Book #1 is “Ahoy, Gum Drop!” followed by Book #2 “Ahoy, Out There!” with Book #3, “Ahoy, Mummy Mia!” In these slightly cracked stories, readers are introduced to a cast of intriguing, extraordinary and downright bizarre characters, accompanied by the one and only I.B. Nosey, the ‘official unofficial’ reporter. To learn more about the ‘Mischaps’ and cyberspace’s only Pukelitzer Award winning interviewer, visit ‘Feeling Nosey?’

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Catch Me If You Can has a very entertaining storyline, transferred into audiobook format with special sound effects and more! Miss Mae has a story with an incredible “whodunit” vibe. There are several elements engulfed in this tale like murder, mayhem, paranoia, fear, and romance. Readers who enjoy listening to audiobooks will have a change from the normal one reader wonder in this full-on production.

 

Stuck in hurricane weather on a small island bordering the coast of South Carolina, a woman has washed ashore from a supposed snorkeling exploration. There is a big convention going on for the release of a game called Catch Me and ten guests have arrived. The big game designer, Stuart Harrington, is scheduled to come out but with the weather, that may not happen. Shortly after everyone arrives, they find the cook dead and the fingers start pointing. Everyone comes to the conclusion that the cook must have been murdered and anyone of them could be next. Who can you trust in a place where everyone has their own reasons for looking suspicious?

 

Miss Mae has a deeply invigorating and mysterious novel, but the audiobook production is something that is new for Turning Another Page. It did take some getting used to before the pace and flow of the story could sink in, and this may totally happen for other readers who are used to listening to one or at the maximum, two narrators and no background noise. The main narrator did change his tone with the different scenes, but the feel of the book did not scream mystery or suspense too well. While the overall story is interesting, the audio seemed too upbeat which clashed with the content of the story. The pace is very quick and the other vocal portrayals were relayed fairly well. If you are a reader of mystery and romantic suspense, you may want to try this one out.

 

A copy of this audiobook was provided to Turning Another Page by Audiobookworm Promotions, but this in no way affects our honest opinion of the book or the review that has been written. We provide a four-star rating for Catch Me If you Can by Miss Mae, narrated  Stephen Mendel,‎ Dave Mallow,‎ J.W. Terry,‎ Toni Attell,‎ Robin Riker.

 

Q&A with Author Miss Mae

  • Was a possible audiobook recording something you were conscious of while writing?
    • Not at all. At the time I wrote “Catch Me If You Can”, I wasn’t aware that an audio could even be done. So, the book was meant for ebook and print.
  • How did you select your narrator?
    • When searching for narrators/producers, I saw his profile (Roger Rittner, though he’s not a narrator. He’s the producer/director.) I clicked on his displayed sample and wow! I was floored by what I heard. Music, sound effects, women voices to “play” the female characters, male for the men. I contacted him immediately and asked if he would care to read my book. (He’s incredibly busy with producing audios -which aren’t complete in a matter of weeks. My book took two years, but the time and effort that went into it was completely worth the wait.) Anyway, I wasn’t real sure he’d want to, or have time. But he agreed, and then I held my breath in anxious expectation during the weeks while I awaited his answer.
  • How closely did you work with your narrator before and during the recording process?
    • Extremely. Roger is very patient, and his work top-notch. After he takes on your project, it becomes his project. He selects the actors who he knows will grasp your characters personalities and will bring them to life. He answers emails in a timely manner and keeps you in the loop step-by-step.
  • Did you give them any pronunciation tips or special insight into the characters?
    • Yes. Like the age of the characters, things like that. But Roger himself is so naturally attuned, it’s amazing how he grasps the scenes and of how the dialogue should flow. (emotions, bitter laughs, harsh chuckles, etc.)
  • Were there any real life inspirations behind your writing?
    • Oh boy, indeed! After the US has now experienced hurricanes Harvey and Irma, my book seems even more relevant. My family went through Hugo (though we evacuated). Some folks may not remember that one, but it was also a category 5. We’d just moved to Savannah three months earlier and then along comes Hugo in September, aiming its eye dead center on us.Well, it turned at the last minute and made landfall in Charleston, SC. Yet my memories of that ordeal is reflected in this audio book, though I embellish it with a fictional plot, of course.
  • Is there a particular part of this story that you feel is more resonating in the audiobook performance than in the book format?
    • Good grief, yes! Every. Single. Bit. I kid you not. What Roger does by adding the sound effects completely and totally immerses you in the story that reading simply can’t do. I mean, with Roger’s expertise, you live this book. From the opening scene to the last sentence of the last chapter, you are there – hearing, seeing, speaking. It’s uncanny how he transports you to Wycliff House Resort on Hanibel Island. Goosebumps erupt on your flesh as you hear the roar of hurricane force wind, or the blood-chilling pierce of a woman’s terrified scream, -and then, for extra atmosphere- he adds eerie music. Maybe some people aren’t used to this kind of enhanced audiobook, but I wouldn’t have “Catch Me If You Can” any other way.
  • What do you say to those who view listening to audiobooks as “cheating” or as inferior to “real reading”?
    • They should reconsider. I especially advise they check out all productions created by Roger Rittner. While some may consider audiobooks as “ordinary” or as simply “being read aloud” by one narrator, Roger’s is neither. His work is award winning because he does more than bring a listener/reader an “ordinary narrator reading aloud” a plot. No. His books are true creations of audible art, audio experiences if you will. Imagine yourself sitting on a comfy, padded chair in a darkened room, with surround-sound speakers, volume up. Close your eyes, and turn on one of Roger’s books. Immediately, the music starts, swelling around you, drawing you in. Introductory credits are spoken, and then – sound effects so vivid, so real that you are lost -not in a virtual reality, but in an audio reality.
  • How did you celebrate after finishing this novel?
    • I release a deep, happy sigh! And then I immediately muse: “Well. What next can I come up with?”
  • What’s next for you?
    • Right now, I’m writing a series, completely different from “Catch Me If You Can” or my other romantic mysteries. The series is “Ahoy, Mischaps!”. It’s a fun, silly, adventurous journey for a group of fun, silly, adventurers with such names as Sir. O. Yuri Wiseguy-eh, The Narrator, Heathcliff the private detective possum, Dr. Ag O. Nee the Mad Scientist Extraordinare, and other such “mischaps.” I’ll give you one guess as to who was generous enough to agree to put this into audio. *wink*

  1. Lois Steinberg – washes ashore the beach of Hanibel Island during a category four hurricane. Who is she? What’s her history? Glimpses are given during flashbacks at various scenes. She finds herself attracted to the man who rescued her, Victor Helm.
  2. Victor Helm – Handsome, flirty, with his own secrets. He suspects there’s more to Lois’s story than what she reveals, and he intends to discover whatever it is.
  3. Jenna Milford – owner of the historic resort where Lois washes ashore. She’d scheduled a ‘Catch Me’ game convention, but Hurricane Brian decided otherwise.
  4. B. J. – guest at the convention, loving grandmother, arrived from Jacksonville just in time before Brian struck.
  5. Tia – another guest. Lovely Asian woman. Maybe has her eye on Victor?
  6. Jared Steele – all brawn, and smug conceit. Just the kind of guy who enjoys taunting Victor.
  7. Pete – another ‘Catch Me’ enthusiast. Or not.
  8. Paul – the cook. Murdered by someone using a southern iron skillet as the choice of weapon. Maybe they didn’t like him using lard in his recipes.
  9. Bob – loud mouthed, intolerable jerk. He didn’t come to make any friends.
  10. Rajah – definitely not one of Bob’s friends.
  11. Cookie – blond, curvy, moral character questionable but tough as nails. Maybe.
  12. Stuart Harrington – New York millionaire, creator of the ‘Catch me’ game series. His purpose at the convention was to award his newest game, “Catch Me If You Can” to one lucky winner.
  13. Mite – Victor’s golden retriever. The game wouldn’t be complete without him.

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Cover Reveal: Soul Mirrors by Wiley A Haydon III

 

My love of storytelling traces back to my step-mother, who spun wonderful fantasy stories when I was child. I finished my first novel at sixteen. That first attempt was terrible, but taught me quite a bit about story construction. Though I would start numerous other projects in the following years, I wouldn’t actually complete another book for another 21 years. 

I wasn’t idle in that time, though. I earned a degree in engineering, married the love of my life, worked as a semi- truck driver crisscrossing the country, moved from Texas to North Dakota and then came back home. 
It’s been a fun and interesting journey. I really enjoy engineering, but writing was my first passion, and I’m excited to share it with you.
I currently live in West Texas with my wife and our two adorable (but weird) cats.
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“No one knows how human genetics evolved to create Mirrors. No one knows how the evidence of a criminal’s last horrendous act can be confirmed in a single gaze of a child’s silvered eyes. But just because science can’t explain something doesn’t mean it can’t be used, and this gift is simply too valuable to ignore. 

Twins Thomas and Ashley Ross have grown up knowing they would be used as Mirrors for the “good” of humanity. When their powers mature at age twelve, they are taken weekly to fulfill their role. By reliving the most heinous crimes from a perpetrators’ perspective, they alone can assure that no innocent people will be executed, and that the worst offenders are not set free due to lack of evidence.

Justice is not without cost, however. Taking on the memories of others is a destructive process, one that quickly consumes the children involved until most take their own lives. As despair threatens to drown Thomas and Ashley, a distant hope keeps them from succumbing: If they can make it to their eighteenth birthday, their contract with the government will be fulfilled. Changing views on the morality of their role threatens to tear
them apart, but the twins struggle to cling to each other and try to construct a fragile life above the weekly flood of horrors. 

As their work takes it toll, however, a new question emerges: does survival even matter when you’re already broken beyond repair?”

 
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