The House on Devil’s Bar. Jessie McAlan.         A Book Review & Giveaway. 

GENRE:   US Amateur Sleuth

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When she got several yards from the Bar, she turned off the light. She stood in the woods, listening and watching for an indication she’d been seen. But the wind and water sounds were not underscored by a shout, so she scooted down the remainder of the path. The sandbar stretched out in a tan smear against the darker river and hill, and she slipped her feet onto the sand.
She stood up, dusting off the seat of her jeans, and eased her way over to the old cottage. She kept close to the embankment, wanting the obscurity of the black hill to mask her presence. She didn’t fancy Frank knowing she was spying.
The night was practically silent. No barges or private boats plied the river; the water touched the shore in leisurely, rhythmical waves, as though it breathed in sleep. Its soft sighs were the only sounds she heard.
Until the murmur of voices and the thud of metal hitting against wood reached her.

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AUTHOR Bio 



A family trip to the Big Spring area in the Missouri Ozarks introduced Jessie to the wonders of nature.  Her summer stints as a camp counselor and canoeing instructor cemented her enthusiasm.  This love of the natural world and the river flows through her Linn House mysteries.

In 2001 Jessie graduated from Webster University with a BA degree and departmental honors in English.
She lives in the St Louis, MO area and spends as much time as she can camping and watching the barges on the river.

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Devils Bar begun well, with a woman who had vanished, and with her car still in its spot in the carpark. The setting of the lodge belonging to Rona, an events planner, was painted before my eyes. These chapters did put me in the mind of an old Agatha Christie mystery, and I settled down further into my seat to read more. 
We are then introduced to Rona’s ex husband, who helps her out with a flat tyre. You may think this isn’t strange, but he has no business being on that road, in her part of the country, as she hadn’t heard from him since their divorce. Their relationship is one of the best things about this book. They are obviously comfortable together. We then hear from him again, and at this point Devil’s Bar has become a bizarre, paranoid, Hitchcock type thriller. I felt the story now had started to get to the whodunit part faster than the pace the author had set. 

Rona sets out to solve the mysterious goings on around her property before it affects her business, and ignores police advice to leave them to it. Isn’t this how any adventure usually starts?

I admire any person who can write a solid mystery, which Devil’s Bar proves to be. On even ground Devil’s Bar has an intriguing premise, a great setting, character, and red herrings. It doesn’t have gratuitous violence,  or foul language. 

While ultimately I felt underwhelmed by the book, there is plenty of good qualities to recommend this book to any person who likes that genre. 

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Release Day Blitz. The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting. Deborah Wilde. 



The
Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting

Nava
Katz

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Two

Deborah
Wilde

Genre: urban fantasy/romance

Publisher: Te Da Media

Date of Publication: June 26,
2017

ISBN: 978-1-988681-01-6

ASIN: B071Y2GHDM

Number of pages: 420

Word Count: 88,000

Cover Artist: Damonza

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After a bumpy start as the only
female demon hunter in the top secret Brotherhood of David, Nava Katz heads to
Prague for her first undercover mission: unmasking a demon movie star. She’d be
all kinds of thrilled if it weren’t for the fact that her fellow hunter-with-benefits,
Rohan Mitra, has reclaimed his rock star status and assigned Nava the role of
groupie.

Rejecting her “be a good
girl and follow orders” directive, Nava unleashes an alter ego guaranteed
to hook their celebrity target and drive Rohan crazy. No downside-until she
finds herself up against Rohan’s past, the Brotherhood’s antiquated thinking,
and her own identity issues, turning her personal life into a bomb that could
blow up the entire operation.

Sparkly and deadly; it’s a plan.

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Rohan’s arm shot
out to the wall, blocking me. The two of us faced in different directions. How
apt.

“Move,” I said

He didn’t budge.

I stared
resolutely ahead.

Finally he
dropped his arm.

I pulled my
keycard from my coat, walking directly to my room. No passing go. No collecting
$200.

“Don’t leave.”
He spoke quietly but in the silence of the corridor, I had no trouble hearing
him.

My hands balled
up. Hadn’t it been enough for one night? That thread between us that had felt
so comforting earlier threatened to strangle me now. Anger fueled my turn. I
would have welcomed a corresponding anger in him, but the naked longing on his
face and the defeat in the slope of his shoulders undid me. That and his
sincere, “I love watching you dance.”

The hallway was
empty but it suddenly felt hard to breathe.

He held out a
hand.

I leaned back.
The magnetic push/pull between us demanded a certain distance, a certain
resistance, as much as attraction. Wrung out on every level, I couldn’t afford
to let Mr. Force-of-Nature Mitra take advantage of my weakened boundaries to
redefine our hook-ups into whatever vision he had of them.

The air
conditioning kicked in and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“When you see my
shower, you’ll thank me.” He scrunched up his face, a lock of hair falling
boyishly over his eyes. “Nothing happens. Just sleep.”

I wasn’t sure if
that sweetened the offer or not, but I nodded.


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She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the
way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”

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Everyone leaves…

Jaime Lynn has lived by that mantra all of her life. After opening a pub in St. Fleur, she begins to root herself into the town and its community, questioning the only attitude she has ever known. When Jesse interviews for the open bartending position, she knows hiring him is a bad decision she’ll make anyway. Giving in to their powerful attraction, she accepts his invitation to explore what’s between them—and is reminded that not everyone gets their happily ever after.

Haunted by the memories around his hometown of New Orleans, Jesse leaves everyone he knows and loves, hoping to find a sliver of peace. Jaime Lynn turns out to be the light to his dark, bringing Jesse away from his nightmares and back to his hopes and dreams.

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Writing a book was never a goal of mine, funny how life works out sometimes. I thought I would work for one of the many agencies that specialize in justice. Instead I decided to focus on a family once we married.

When I’m not shuttling my daughters around, you can find me at my laptop. I hope you enjoy my books as much as I enjoyed writing them.

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Welcome to my real, crazy, emotional, probably too honest journey. I am an everyday girl in this everyday world trying to keep my head above water and within the pages of this book you will learn about the things that have broken me down  and the steps I am taking to build back up. You will see, my new friends, that this story is written in a unique, general, conversational voice, which was my choice. I want you to be able to picture yourself in my shoes, relate my trials and tribulations to yours and see that you too can find your happiness. Even if you don’t realize this yet, every single one of us possesses things inside of ourselves that we didn’t know were there. It took my life taking a crazy right turn and dumping me at the lowest possible point before I could see the strength within myself. We are not defined by what we do, we are defined by the choices we make. I decided when I put pen to paper that I want my choices to start defining me as strong, confident, secure and above all else, happy. So, who am I? How about I tell you who I was – a self loathing shell of myself who put everyone else’s happiness before my own. Herein lies my story to find that happiness and all of the ups and downs along the way. See who I was and who I am trying to become and maybe, somewhere in there, you will find out a little about yourself too.

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Book Tour and Review. Taking the Mystery out of the Menu. Naomi Powell. 


Publisher Clink Street Publishing

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About the author: 

After retiring from her career as a music teacher, Naomi Powell returned to Somerset with her husband, Maurice. She is an active member of the Ricard III Society, the Nelson Society and the Royal OverSeas League, as well as an enthusiastic gardener. From her home garden, she began Somerset Garden at the Limes, a business growing, harvesting and making her own preserves, which she operated for five years with retail outlets across North and South Somerset. This is her first book.

Here’s what Naomi Powell had to say about her early experiences of eating out, navigating the menu, and her own attempts at recipes. 

Having reached the exotic age of my sophisticated late teens, I became aware that my ardent cousin sought to commander as much of my free time as possible whilst I was at home during holidays from my student sanctuaries firstly from Dartington Hall and subsequently Leeds University.   As an impoverished student, this was really my introduction to the ‘eating-out experience’, and I do recall with considerable gratitude, how privileged I felt at being taken to some very smart restaurants where door stewards took my coat, indicated where the necessary plumbing arrangements were situated, escorted me to the well-dressed table and then presented me with an extensive menu, large and expensively bound.

I obviously felt reasonably at ease with these unaccustomed luxuries in spite of my naivety, as I soon learned to navigate the menu, and enjoyed the sophistication of eating unfamiliar meals under subdued lighting and hushed ambiance.   In those days of my wild youth, I understood what the menu indicated quite clearly, though I was not altogether familiar with various specific dishes. E.g. Empanadas and Charlotte Royale.  However, on one spectacular occasion, I do remember ordering ‘Duck with oranges’ – pretty straight forward I thought, home and dry!  When the meal arrived, beautifully presented, I exclaimed with pleasure at the neat little ‘oranges’ adorning the duck – only to be corrected, ever so politely “They are tomatoes, madam; the orange element is in the sauce!”  This was possibly my first confusion about menu indications, since tomatoes were not mentioned, let alone as a main ingredient.  Little did I know that many moons later, I would recall this anecdote and realise the minor confusion at that time would turn into constant frustration and much greater confusion as we progressed into a food obsessed society.

My first attempt at ‘nouveau cuisine,’ or experimental desserts, remains a long lasting embarrassment.  I fussed about preparing banana fritters from a new recipe I had acquired – the source of which will remain anonymous – to present to my mother-in-law to be.  Sauce made and dessert assembled in pretty dish, but adhering strictly to the menu, I failed to follow my own gut instinct (naivety again).  I realised too late that one can be too preoccupied with detail and miss the glaringly obvious.

The pond of sauce looked inviting, golden and textured, but the bananas – albeit in halves, did look rather rude lying pale and exposed, even with the adornment of chocolate and mint leaves strategically placed.  The sauce was excellent, but it did little to hide the main content of the dessert.  Needless to say, my use of bananas ever since has been minimal and they have always been well disguised.  

The memorable tip here is always to camouflage these and any similarly questionable fruit in some way in order to avoid embarrassment and surprise, even though the recipe may advocate the use of these fruits ‘au naturel.’

A handy, and easy to navigate, reference guide to the terms (foods, sauces, dishes, their origins, when served etc.) used in restaurants all over the world. Some of the terms you are probably familiar with (as they are so embedded into our culture, baguettes, macaroons etc. ) but others will clear up a bit of confusion, and make choosing your meal a bit easier. Maybe illustrations could have added some colour, and visual recognition. Taking the Mystery out of the Menu would be a good book for both those who go out frequently, or those only occasionally.

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“Seventeen-year-old Snow-Soon Lee kicks ass–literally. She teaches at her family-owned martial arts gym, The Academy, and cares more about training to be the next Bruce Lee than hooking up. In fact, Snow’s never even been kissed. But when Girls Night rolls around, Snow decides to prove to her friends (and herself) that she’s not just some boring tomboy. Impulsively, she kisses a hot stranger and even manages to escape his two security guards.

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Book Tour. Inclement Gods. Gabriele Russo. 


Inclement Gods

Gods Inc Series

Book Two

Gabriele Russo


Fiery Seas Publishing


June 13, 2017


Book Description:


When you live in a world pullulating with gods, can you truly be an atheist? Well, yes…if you know a way to get rid of them.


Mysantheos, a fanatic atheist at the head of a powerful lobby/terrorist organization, has created a weapon able to kill gods. All he needs is a disruptive figurehead to attract the masses. Goblin, who has just tried to supplant Queen Louhi as CEO of Gods Incorporated, has been deemed the right kind of unworthy. Mysantheos breaks him out of the Queen’s prison and the godslaughter begins.


As the divine bodies pile up, panicked gods blame the CEO Queen for Goblin’s escape. Resentment builds in the company and violent factions start pushing for the extermination of the human race. Will Queen Louhi’s Nerd Squad, a group of angry gods, and Richard (a down-on-his-luck private eye),  manage to find Mysantheos in time to prevent what promises to be the bloodiest conflict between men and god ever?


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“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!”


About the Author:


Gabriele Russo, AKA Lucie-Gabrielle Jolicoeur-Rousseau, was born in Quebec City amidst a family of book lovers – her father had dreamed of being a writer and both of her brothers are published authors.


Since she earned her Bachelor’s in History, it was no surprise (except to her) that she ended up working in restaurants, eventually owning two, which almost drove her mad. She sold them and was nursed back to pseudo-sanity by Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett.


That’s when she answered the family calling and decided to write. Armed with her ideas for the Gods Inc. series she went back to the University and got her Master’s in Creative Writing.


She now lives with her husband in Culpeper, Virginia, where she divides her time between painting, ripping apart and reconstructing her recently bought historical home, playing tennis and, of course, writing more books.


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How could it be so damn hot at seven in the morning? I wasn’t sure, but it was. Even in a thin tank, cut-off shorts, and my boots, I was melting. I stood at the top of a ladder Cole had placed against a tree so that we could reach the peaches up top. I used the rubber band on my wrist and tied my hair into a knot at the top of my head, hoping that it helped.

Cole climbed up behind me on the ladder and stood a couple of rungs below, but still, he towered over my small frame.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yep,” I answered, even though I wasn’t okay. He was so close, and that familiar earthy, smoke smell I loved almost as much as rocky road invaded my senses.

“Good.” He looked at the peaches. “Alrighty. You see the ones that have that pink color?” He motioned to a cluster of fruit in front of us.

I nodded, trying not to breathe in too much. Because Jesus, he smelled delicious.

“Those look ripe and done. The paler ones behind them don’t look ready yet.”

I nodded again, and Cole grabbed my hand. He pressed his fingers in, wrapping both of our hands around a peach. He pushed the tips of his fingers into mine at the top of the fruit, near the stem.

“Feel the give, how it feels soft there?”

I squeezed my fingers around the stem again without his help and said, “Yep. Feels softer there.”

He smiled down at me. “Good. That’s also a sign it’s ripe for picking. But be gentle. They bruise easily.”

Cole’s front pressed closer to my back, and I shivered. The way Cole taught me to do things here was pure torture. It was also outright ecstasy. I lived for these moments as much as I loathed them. Because the man was a damn tease. He’d sent me back to the big house a sweaty, panting mess more times than I could count, my panties drenched.

He gently squeezed our hands around the peach and twisted and pulled. The peach came free, my tiny hand gripped it and his big, rough hand wrapped around mine. He brought our hands to my face and pressed the peach closer to my nose.

“How does it smell?” he asked in my ear.

I wanted to say, “I don’t know. I can’t smell a damn thing but your smoke and leather, and I don’t want to.”

Instead, I closed my eyes. I pressed my nose right up against the peach and concentrated on the smell.

“Sweet,” I said, my eyes still closed.

Our hands moved, and I felt the peach at my lips. My heart hammered and fire raced across my skin, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.

Cole positioned himself even closer, and it seemed, in that moment, that every breath he took sucked up every bit of air in the atmosphere.

My own breath quickened, and a growl rumbled low in Cole’s chest.

“Taste it,” he whispered in my ear, his lips so close that I was sure he could taste me on them.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the fruit, the fuzzy skin tickling my lips. I bit down, and that rumble I heard from Cole made an appearance again. I moaned as I pressed my teeth to the fruit, the juicy sweetness of the peach sliding over my tongue.

“So good,” I groaned as Cole pulled our hands and the peach back. A little juice rolled down my chin and I attempted to lift my free hand to wipe it.

“I got it,” Cole said, brushing his hand over my chin, slowly picking the juice up with his finger, and ever-so-Goddamn-enticingly placing his finger in his mouth before sucking it clean like it was the best thing he’d ever put in his mouth.

“Delicious,” he said, his hooded eyes on mine as he popped his finger out of his mouth.

And fuck me. I swayed on that ladder, my own eyes closing as I willed my cowboy to kiss me with every breath I took. I made myself only will this about once a day, so I thought I was doing pretty good.

He brought our hands holding the peach to his mouth. He wrapped his mouth around it, his lips brushing my fingers, and I felt it deep in my core. I pressed my thighs together and swallowed a moan.

“Perfect,” he said, staring into my eyes. He held my gaze for a moment more before shaking his head and letting my hand, which was still clasped around the peach, go. Then he stepped off the ladder like he hadn’t just made sweet, sweet love to that peach with his mouth right here in front of me.

I watched him walk off to another tree, place a ladder against it, and climb up like nothing in the world had happened. I kicked the rung of the ladder and turned back to the tree. Damn peach molester.

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Dawn Girl

Tess Winnett Series

Book One

Leslie Wolfe

Genre: Crime Thriller / Police Procedural

Publisher: Italics Publishing

Date of Publication: 8/30/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945302-06-0

ASIN: B01I0X2YR0

Number of pages: 225

Word Count: 71,000

Cover Artist: Sam Roman

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Her blue eyes wide open, glossed over. A few specks of sand clung to her long, dark lashes. Her beautiful face, immobile, covered in sparkling flecks of sand. Her lips slightly parted as if to let a last breath escape.

Who is the beautiful girl found at dawn, on a deserted stretch of golden sand beach? What is her secret?

FBI Special Agent Tess Winnett searches for answers relentlessly. With each step, each new finding, she uncovers unsettling facts leading to a single possible conclusion: Dawn Girl is not the only victim. Her killer has killed before.

Hiding a terrible secret of her own, Special Agent Tess Winnett faces her inmost fears, in a heart-stopping race to catch a killer who’s getting ready to end yet another life. Will she find the killer in time? Will she be able to stop him? At what cost?

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Special Agent Tess Winnett is the bold, direct, and short-fused heroine of Dawn Girl. Putting her life on the line, she doesn’t pull any punches, searching only for the truth, and for the man who takes lives on her watch. Intelligent, resourceful, and uncompromising, Tess will take readers on a memorable, white-knuckled journey in this suspenseful, gripping serial killer thriller.

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She made an
effort to open her eyes, compelling her heavy eyelids to obey. She swallowed
hard, her throat raw and dry, as she urged the wave of nausea to subside. Dizzy
and confused, she struggled to gain awareness. Where was she? She felt numb and
shaky, unable to move, as if awakening from a deep sleep or a coma. She tried
to move her arms, but couldn’t. Something kept her immobilized, but didn’t hurt
her. Or maybe she couldn’t feel the pain, not anymore. 


About the Author:

Bestselling author Leslie Wolfe is passionate about writing fiction, despite spending a significant number of years climbing the corporate ladder. Leaving the coveted world of boardrooms for the blissful peace of the Florida-based “Wolves’ den,” Leslie answers one true calling: writing.

Leslie’s novels break the mold of traditional thrillers. Fascinated by technology and psychology, Leslie brings extensive background and research in these fields that empower and add texture to a signature, multi-dimensional, engaging writing style.

Leslie released the first novel, Executive, in October 2011. It was very well received, including inquiries from Hollywood. Since then, Leslie published numerous novels and enjoyed growing success and recognition in the marketplace. Among Leslie’s most notable works, The Watson Girl (2017) was recognized for offering a unique insight into the mind of a serial killer and a rarely seen first person account of his actions, in a dramatic and intense procedural thriller.

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