Monday, August 3, 2015

Scratched by Marie Long

 Review Tour Schedule: Scratched by Marie Long (3-6 August)

Welcome to the Review Tour of Scratched by Marie Long. This is the second book in The Anderson Brothers series but it can be read as standalone.

I am so excited to host the book on my blog today and share my review plus a cool Giveaway!

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~About the Book~

Title and Author: Scratched by Marie Long
No. of Pages: 324
Series: The Anderson Brothers Series, Book 2
Genre:  New Adult Romance
Publication Date: 4th August 2015

Twenty-four year old Kevin Anderson lost the opportunity to end his senior year at the University of Washington as the Huskies' all-star point guard, and sought out one last opportunity to put his extraordinary basketball skills to use: by training for a chance at the pros.

But when he's not on the court, Kevin has only two things in his life that gives him happiness: spinning records at the local clubs, and Trinity Brown. 

Trinity attends almost every one of Kevin's deejay gigs, but Kevin is uncertain if her love for him is genuine or a fangirl's simple admiration. Kevin takes that chance and hopes that she will see beyond the celebrity persona. But when fall classes start up again, their busy schedules press their relationship. 

Kevin doesn't want to give up on her--on them. He hopes the happiness they had will rebound once more. 

But when he learns the truth about Trinity, Kevin must decide if it is worth everything--and everyone--he cares about to save her, or forfeit this exhausting game of love.

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My review;

I just finished reading "Scratched", by author Marie Long. Trinity Brown has Kevin Anderson guessing about her and what kind of relationhip, if any they can ever have. Trinity likes to listen to him be a deejay but is she there for him? Trinity is hiding a secret and does not want anyone to find out. What is Kevin going to do when he does find out? Will they ever get together? Will they ever have a future? I give this book a 4/5. I was given this book for a review and these are my opinions.

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~About the Author~

Marie Long is a novelist who enjoys the snowy weather, the
mountains, and a cup of hot white chocolate. She’s an avid
supporter of literacy movements like We Need Diverse
Books (WNDB) and National Novel Writing Month
(NaNoWriMo). To learn more about her, visit her website:

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My review, I just finished reading "Scratched" by author Marie Long a nice love story. Trinity Brown has

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Warm Springs Trilogy by Christina Kirby Author Spotlight, Giveaway & This or That

Safe at Home
Warm Springs Trilogy #1
By- Christina Kirby
Genre- Romantic Suspense

Driven by fear and desperate to protect her family, Samantha is forced to leave Chicago and everything she’s worked to achieve, only to start over by tossing a dart-at-the-map. The Georgia townsfolk’s true Southern charm is the unexpected prescription needed to heal her soul, and the sexy carpenter who touches her heart are distractions she didn’t plan on, but they might offer her a chance at a new life, if she can let go of her past.

Town heartbreaker, Spencer Malloy, isn’t looking for anything serious. His days are perfect working as a contractor, attending his nephew’s baseball games or taking him fishing. He never expects to fall for the big city girl, Samantha. She’s not his type, timid and closed off, but in her unguarded moments, he’s intrigued by the woman he can’t get out of his mind. The urge to get closer to her grows stronger each day, and when the shadow of evil resurfaces, he vows to protect Samantha, even if it means abandoning his home and joining her on the run.

When confronted by the man who’s bent on revenge, Samantha must choose between running again to save the people she loves, or if she has the strength, to stay and fight for her new life.


Devil’s Nightmare by Robert Pruneda Interview & Giveaway

Devil’s Nightmare
Devil’s Nightmare Series
Book One
Robert Pruneda

Genre: Horror

Publisher:  Forsaken Imprint
Booktrope Publishing

Date of Publication: July 15, 2015

Cover Artist:  Laura Hidalgo

Book Description:

Veteran homicide detective Aaron Sanders thought he’d seen it all, but nothing could have prepared the seasoned detective for the mutilated remains of a kid’s parents or the equally vicious deaths of three boys at another crime scene.

As Aaron works to solve the cases and protect his only witness, an orphaned child, he learns of an ancient curse that leaves him questioning all he’s ever believed. Now, to save himself and the child, Aaron must confront his own inner demons, and some he never knew existed. But if he does, will he make it out alive? 

Devil’s Nightmare is an occult suspense horror novel by Robert Pruneda, who shakes readers with his visually graphic scenes, supernatural twists, and disturbing settings in this first installment of the Devil’s Nightmare series.

About the Author:

Robert “Sharky” Pruneda is a native Texan, video game “enthusiast” [addict], and fan of all things horror. He left a career in the newspaper industry in 2011 to pursue the life of a nocturnal author, brainstorming new and creative ways to creep out his readers. He doesn’t only write horror though.

He also pens the occasional family-oriented tale just to keep from going completely nuts with all those creatures of the night whispering in his ears. When he’s not pulling ideas out of his twisted brain, you’ll likely find him on social media or fighting alongside his fellow gaming buddies where they all get shot up into Swiss cheese (or turned into little bite-sized chunks because of “Sharky’s” obsession with explosives). Medic!

Pursue your dreams . . . and never look back.

Where are you from?
I grew up in Austin, Texas, but I now live in the south Texas crossroads near the coast. I’m not much of a beach-goer, though. I prefer the wilderness.
Tell us your latest news?
I just re-launched my Amazon best-selling supernatural occult horror novel Devil’s Nightmare through Booktrope’s Forsaken horror imprint. This is an exciting time for me, because up until now, I’ve been independently published. Moving from self-publishing to hybrid publishing (which is a mix of traditional and independent publishing), has been an amazing experience. I love my Forsaken Horror Hooligan family. 
When and why did you begin writing?
I wrote my first novel Pursuit of a Dream while seeking employment after a layoff in 2001. I had always wanted to write a novel, but had never found the time. Being unemployed seemed like the perfect time to tackle that task. Writing was more of a hobby at first, and publishing a novel was just a personal goal of mine. I didn’t know anything about publishing, so I basically put together a generic cover and paid a vanity press to distribute and print my first novel. I highly discourage this if you are just getting started in the industry. I’m still getting sales calls from that “publisher.” While I regret using a vanity press to publish my first book, it does not diminish my feeling of accomplishment when I held that first physical copy Pursuit of a Dream, which I proudly display on my bookshelf.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I considered myself a writer after publishing Pursuit of a Dream in 2004, but it wasn’t until after I published Devil’s Nightmare in 2013 that I seriously considered writing novels as a profession. I had only expected to sell a few books to friends, family, and other writers in my social media network, but something magical happened later that year. For the first six months, I was happy to sell twenty books in any given month, but after running a special Independence Day promotion, sales spiked not in the United States, but in the United Kingdom. I felt like a dream when my book rose through the ranks and almost reached No. 5 in Horror Suspense. Stephen King’s Doctor Sleep was at the top of the list, but Devil’s Nightmare was just a few slots down. Over the next several months, it hit Amazon bestseller lists in several paid categories in the United States. You can imagine how I felt after that. That was a turning point for me as an author. I’m no Stephen King, though, nor will I ever claim to write as well as he does, but it’s a great confidence booster that people other than friends and family have enjoyed reading Devil’s Nightmare. Of course, there are also those that absolutely hated it too. I won’t lie and say that those comments didn’t bother me, because they did sting, but I don’t dwell on them. Every reader has different tastes. What one person may like, another may dislike. If we were all the same and had similar interests, the world would be a boring place to live in. 
What inspired you to write your first book?
A personal experience I had when I was around eleven or twelve years old inspired me to write Devil’s Nightmare. Playing with a Ouija board also had some influence. I played with the “spirit board” for weeks (by myself; a big no-no), asking childish questions about fame, fortune, girlfriends, etc. I didn’t know if I was actually summoning spirits or if I was subconsciously moving the marker with my fingers. It didn’t matter; I was having fun with it.
The fun and games ended after I started having nightmares. Late one night, I woke up and felt something pressing against my chest. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t move. Then I saw a pair of demonic eyes floating above me within a transparent silhouette. I’ll never forget those eyes. I wanted to scream and run away, but my body froze, and the pressure in my chest continued to obstruct my breathing.
Suddenly, I was able to take in a gasp of air and then screamed in hysteria . . . but I still could not move. Moments later, my parents rushed through my door and turned on the light; the eyes and silhouette disappeared. I shot up from my bed and darted towards my mother for protection. My shirt was drenched in sweat, my face flowing with tears, as I cried about the demon that I had just seen. It was the most horrifying experience I have ever had in my life.
Was it a dream? Was it my imagination, waking sleep paralysis, or was it truly a demon oppressing me because I had broken some spiritual rule of the Ouija board? I don’t know for certain, but I can tell you this . . . that Ouija board went in the fireplace the very next day, and I have never messed with one ever since.
Do you have a specific writing style?
One thing that I find consistent in my writing is my character development and pace. Whether I’m writing horror or a family-oriented tale, I try to write in such a way that builds a relationship between the reader and my characters (and relationships between the characters). I also use somewhat of a Hemingway style of approach to writing that isn’t overly complex. In other words, you shouldn’t need a thesaurus nearby when you read my work. It’s one of my own pet peeves when I read novels that require a doctorate-level education in language arts to understand the writing . . . or maybe I just need to go back to school and improve my vocabulary. Until then, I’m taking advantage of that built-in thesaurus in my Kindle. J
While I admit there is room for improvement, I also try to let my reader’s imagination paint the scenes by giving them just enough information without going over every minute detail. For example, I usually don’t explain too much about clothing or even physical appearance, which allows my readers to form a mental picture of what they think the characters look like and maybe even sound like based on their dialogue and personality. Some people prefer complex and poetic scenes with lots of detail. I don’t, because I think it just slows down the story.
I find it interesting to read reviews about my writing style because there’s a mixture of contrasting opinions. That’s why I often encourage aspiring authors to not take negative reviews personally. I used to get all bent out of shape and insecure when I read reviews that compared my writing to that of a third-grader, insulted their intelligence, or that ninety-nine cents (or even free) would be too much money spent on my book. And those were the nice ones. What I’ve learned is that you can’t change your style because of a few negative reviews, especially when the vast majority of the readers enjoyed the novel. Authors must have thick skin when reading negative reviews. Some people will love our work. Others will hate it. We just need to keep doing what we love and sharing our stories with the world.
How did you come up with the title?
I originally named the story Schizo, because one of the main characters (Cody Sumner) was a mental patient at an institute in Dallas, Texas. Cody witnessed his parents’ murders when he was eleven years old and suffered from schizophrenia. He rambles about a curse called the devil’s nightmare and claims that what killed his parents wasn’t human. In the original outline, the story takes place when he’s an adult and the main protagonist is a freelance journalist investigating a series of murders that were similar to what had happened to the “schizo’s” parents.
After outlining a complete draft of Schizo, I wrote a few chapters of the first draft, but I didn’t like where it was going. I didn’t like the main character, I didn’t like the setting, and I hated the title. So, scrapped the entire outline, changed the title to Devil’s Nightmare, and started over. I moved the location from Dallas to Austin, and instead focused on the events immediately after Cody’s parents died. 
The only thing similar to the original story is the prologue and the idea around the devil’s nightmare curse. I also changed the protagonist from a journalist to a homicide detective with the Austin Police Department. I grew up in Austin, Texas, so it made researching locations a little easier too.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I never really thought about this, but if I had a specific message, it would be simple. Don’t accidentally summon a demon. It won’t end well. J
How much of the book is realistic?
It all depends on how you look at it. Some of my readers have specifically said that they forgot they were reading a work of fiction and felt Devil’s Nightmare was realistic, while others have said they found it very unbelievable and disappointing. Again, I think it just depends on the reader’s tastes or even their personal spiritual beliefs. Certain scenes in Devil’s Nightmare are, of course, pure fiction (at least I hope so!), such as some of the supernatural and horror elements. However, readers can decide for themselves if the occult elements in Devil’s Nightmare are believable. The most important thing for me as the author was to provide an entertaining story that leaves my readers wanting more. As long as my readers are entertained, and want to read the next book, I’m happy.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
I didn’t base any of my characters on anyone I know personally (and I’m sticking to that story). However, one of my characters from Pursuit of a Dream makes a cameo appearance in Devil’s Nightmare. I very loosely based the story on the sleep paralysis experience I mentioned earlier.
What books have most influenced your life most?
Stephen King’s On Writing has influenced me as an author the most. Stephen King’s memoir gave me the confidence and inspiration to pursue my dream as a novelist. I also love his no nonsense (his choice of words is more colorful) approach to giving advice to aspiring writers. I recommend that every author read his book.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
Stephen King would be my first choice, but since I don’t actually know him, I’d have to say science fiction/fantasy author Michael R. Hicks. I met Mike back in 2011 on Twitter while I was launching my writing career and he was in the middle of transitioning from part-time to full-time author. Over the years, Mike has given me valuable advice regarding social media marketing, networking, and publishing in general. Not only do I consider him a mentor, but also a close friend. If you are an aspiring author, I recommend that you read Mike’s book The Path to Self-Publishing Success. Some of the information may be a little outdated due to the constantly changing industry, but most of it is invaluable and only a few bucks on Kindle.
What book are you reading now?
I’m currently reading Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King and Gristle & Bone by fellow Forsaken horror author Duncan Ralston.
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
Yes, several new authors have grasped my interest. That’s one of the great things about the writing community. I’ve met so many talented authors and have read some great books (both traditional and self-published) because of these connections. A few of my favorite independently published authors are Michael R. Hicks, Jack D. Albrecht Jr., and Lorna Suzuki. The first book I read by Michael Hicks was Season of the Harvest. His writing style in that book reminds me of Michael Crichton, because of how he creates a fictional story based on science. Jack Albrecht and Lorna Suzuki both write fantasy. Jack’s Osric’s Wand series has talking animals, unicorns, magic wands, and dragons, so they are fun to read and are suited well for all ages. Lorna’s Imago Chronicles novels are for teens and adults. She also landed a major motion picture movie deal for the first three books in her series. I highly recommend all three of the authors I mentioned.
What are your current projects?
My editor and I are currently working on polishing my previously self-published manuscript for Devil’s Nightmare: Premonitions. This is the second installment in the Devil’s Nightmare series. The first edition is still available exclusively on Amazon until Booktrope publishes the revised “Forsaken Edition” later this year. 
What would you like my readers to know?
My motto is “Pursue your dreams . . . and never look back.” I hold those words close to my heart because of the personal and financial struggles I have faced over the years. No matter how difficult or unreachable you may think your dream may be, you must pursue it and never give up on it.
My adventure started as a hobby fourteen years ago while I was unemployed. I then spent seven years working at a newspaper with aspirations of a career in journalism. I started at the very bottom running an insert machine in production for over a year and then took a part-time job writing and editing obituaries, military, and birth announcements. I did this just to get my foot in the door. A few months later, management decided to move the obituaries desk to the classifieds department. You read that correctly . . . Classifieds. They made this move so they could start charging for obituaries while offering a free option (which no longer exists). It wasn’t so bad at first, particularly because it turned into a full-time job, which meant a raise in salary. They also hired me a part-timer.
Over the years, I learned a lot about the newspaper and funeral home industry, which I enjoyed. However, the newspaper slowly but surely turned my obituaries coordinator job into a sales position . . . and then idiots happened. I won’t go into the painful details, but it got to the point that I hated going to work. When I started having severe chest pains from all of the stress, I quit my job at the newspaper and promised myself that I would never work for someone else ever again.
That was four years ago. Today, I’m self-employed, working longer hours for less income, and sometimes wonder how I’m going to pay the bills. But I’m also the happiest I’ve ever been in my life because I’m pursuing my dreams and I’m never looking back. 

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Peerless Detective by Michael Raleigh Excerpt & Giveaway

Peerless Detective

by Michael Raleigh

August 3, 2015 Book Blast


Once Billy Fox starts looking for trouble, he discovers that—in Chicago—trouble's under every footstep.
Home from the war, Billy Fox leaves Michigan for Chicago, hoping to find his ex-girlfriend, Rita—now another man’s wife. Chicago isn’t a town that takes kindly to strangers, and Billy finds himself barely scraping by, working odd jobs and living in squalor among convicts and other men that the city hasn’t spit out just yet.
A chance encounter lands him a job with Harry Strummer, the streetwise owner of the Peerless Detective Agency. At Harry's oddball agency, Billy hones his skills, learning how to stake out a mark, find a bug, and spot a tail. Odd life lessons and unexpected romance come his way. But as he searches for Rita, an even bigger mystery comes along, one that puts Harry, and Billy with him, in the crosshairs.
This punchy, spellbinding noir spins a web that will catch readers and hold them captive to the final page, when we learn that Billy’s Chicago is a town where nothing is ever truly left up to chance.

Book Details:

Genre: Hard-Boiled PI
Published by: Diversion Books
Publication Date: August 4th 2015
Number of Pages: 301
ISBN: 1626817804 (ISBN13: 9781626817807)
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Billy Fox stood on the corner of Division and Clark waiting for a sign, at the end of his second endless week in Chicago,. Not from God, necessarily, for he was not yet convinced there was one. Just a sign that this was where he was supposed to be. And if not here, then where? He was beginning to believe the answer to that question might be nowhere. More than once in the past year he’d woken in a strange place, unable to remember for a moment where he was – just one more hot dark room on a street he didn’t know. Different rooms but the same smells of sweaty sheets and cigarettes, same panic squeezing his heart in a cold fist.
A cop car went by and the red-faced one riding shotgun gave him the look.
Yeah, you made me for a drifter.
What was the word now? A transient. The cop squinted his way and Billy met his eyes. If they spoke, Billy knew exactly how the conversation would play out.
I’m looking for work, Officer, he’d say.
But the cop lost interest, bored and hot, and they drove on.
Up the street he saw a hot dog joint. He’d told himself he wouldn’t eat until he knew where his next buck was going to come from – he was down to just a few bucks – but here was food, hot food, and he could smell the onions and the dogs and Polish sweating on the grill, and he shook his head. Almost time to stand on corners again. Hardest thing of all, you were either cut out for it or not, the ability to buttonhole strangers and feed them a line of crap: Hey, buddy, help a guy get back on his feet? Hey, man, I’m trying to get to (fill in the blank here but first you needed to know the names of places a guy on foot might be trying to get to). Hey, Miss, I just need to get a sandwich.
No, I don’t want to do that again, Billy thought. I’ll shovel shit somewhere in this place first.
Billy looked at the hotdog stand and began moving that way. He was just a few feet from the doorway of the hotdog stand when he saw the man in the suit – a white suit, an ice cream suit, his mother would have said, rumpled but a white suit nonetheless, and then the hat, a porkpie with the brim turned up all the way around, like something out of a gangster movie. A small man, but this man in the white suit moved up Division Street toward Billy in a rolling walk, what might have been his tough-guy strut, deep in thought, so deep, Billy thought, that he was nearly talking to himself. He could see the man’s jaw moving. The man looked up, seemed for the first time to notice the hot dog stand and stopped, jingling his change in his pockets in that way that Billy’s father had, as though reminding himself he wasn’t broke yet.
The man in the suit never saw the two kids step out from a doorway behind him. Two of them, one white and one black and Billy knew the look and what was about to go down. The white kid bumped the man off balance and the black one gave him a push and he went down. The white kid reached down with a practiced move and came up with a wallet. Then they were off. They’d gone only a few steps when a cab driver in a turban came running toward them, a big brown-skinned man with a black beard, and the kids took one look, stopped on a dime and went back the other way. The man in the suit was still on the sidewalk, he seemed stunned or injured. Then, as the kids ran past him, Billy saw a bony leg shoot out and the white kid went down, dropping the wallet as he hit the pavement. He scrambled for the wallet but the man in the white suit was on him like a cat. For a moment they were both reaching for it, even as they grappled with each other, and then Billy saw the wallet go flying off the curb. A passing pickup truck rolled over it. Billy walked over and picked it up. Then he turned in time to see the kid get to his feet.
They faced each other, a wiry middle-aged man in a white suit and a tall, thin street kid in a sleeveless t-shirt, and if asked Billy would have said the kid had already made his second mistake – there was no reason to turn this into a fight with witnesses – no, an audience. A few yards up the street, the second thief had stopped at the corner, started to come back and then had second thoughts: the small street action had drawn a crowd – four or five passersby, three of the cabdrivers parked beside the hotdog stand, a woman with a dog. The second kid shook his head in irritation and took off.
Billy hefted the wallet in his hand and told himself he was probably quick enough to take off without fear of pursuit, he’d have money. As though he’d heard the thought, the man in the white suit looked his way for the briefest moment in time, then turned his attention to the problem at hand.
The fighters circled in that old minuet of the street, the kid with his hands hung low, they all fought that way now – Muhammad Ali had ruined an entire generation of street fighters who all thought they could box with their hands down around their waists while they bounced and boogied. And as Billy watched, the kid began dancing and bobbing and moving his head, and looked startled when the man in the suit cracked him in the mouth with a stiff left. The kid licked his lip, glared and waded in throwing wild punches, and one grazed the small man along the side of his face but the others caught nothing but the air. The man in the suit moved steadily to his left, and just when the kid adjusted his stance to this movement, the man shifted his feet and began circling to the right. He threw the jab again, and another one, and then the right hand, which caught the kid on the cheek. The kid threw another roundhouse and took a punch in his eye, a perfect straight right, and the eye starting swelling immediately. The kid shook his head as though this might make the swelling go away. The man came inside then, moved inside the kid’s reach, the kid threw a half-hearted punch at the air, took a fist in the mouth and then bolted. A heavy-set bystander gave chase but stopped after a few paces, panting and grinning.
Billy waited as the short man patted and smoothed his now-abused costume, put the hat back on and gave it a little pat. He straightened his tie, tucked at his shirt cuffs, brushed dirt from his white trousers. He missed the place where his knee had hit the pavement.
The turbaned cabdriver said, “Are you all right, sir?” and the man in the suit held up a hand and nodded.
“No problem. And thanks.”
“You did good,” the cabdriver said, and the man shrugged.
The man in the suit looked around for the wallet – no, he knew exactly where the wallet was. He looked for Billy. Billy held up the wallet and stepped forward.
“Here you go.”
The man glanced at his wallet and then looked Billy in the eye. Then he grinned but Billy had caught the look that preceded the grin. It had passed in the merest fragment of a second but Billy knew this one, a measuring look, as though by looking Billy in the eye this man in the unlikely suit could tell if he’d taken anything out of the wallet.
“Thanks.” He took the wallet and made a show of wiping it off.
“A truck rolled over it. If you got credit cards in there…”
“Nah, no plastic for me. I’m a guy that pays cash.” Now he looked in the wallet, held it up. “Doesn’t look like they got anything.”
“Good,” Billy said and turned to leave.
“Hey,” the man called to him. “Thanks.”
He was holding out his hand. Billy shook it and the man came up with a small vinyl packet from which he extracted a business card.
“Here, take this. I’m just around the corner on Wells. My, ah, place of business, I mean. I’m Harry Strummer. If I can do anything for you – ” He squinted as though to get a better look at Billy. “You looking for work? If you’re looking for work I could make some calls.”
For the first time Billy Fox was embarrassed.
To hide his embarrassment he looked at the card. It said “H.A. Strummer, President.” Below this was the name “Peerless Detective Services,” and just below, as though it explained the name of the firm, the card promised “Discretion, Professionalism, Persistence. Licensed in three states.”
Billy bit back a sudden impulse to ask which three states. Instead he just nodded and said, “Okay. Thanks. I’ve got a couple things going right now –”
“Oh, sure, sure. Maybe sometime down the road, you’re looking for something, give me a jingle, I’ll get on the horn. Smart guy like you, there’s a lot out there.”
Billy heard that note in the voice, that Good-time-Charlie salesman’s note that said he was bullshitting and they both knew it, and the question came out as if of its own volition, “How do you know I’m smart?”
“Your eyes,” Harry Strummer said, as though this was obvious, and Harry Strummer’s own eyes said he was serious.
Billy stopped himself from asking what else Harry Strummer could see there.
“Okay, thanks,” he said, and left. At the next corner he stopped to wait for the light and shot a quick glance over his shoulder. The short fellow in the ice cream suit was walking toward Wells Street, hands in his pockets, looking at the traffic. But he hadn’t gone very far. He’d stood for a while and watched Billy.

Author Bio:

authorMichael Raleigh is the author of five mysteries set in Chicago and featuring detective Paul Whelan, as well as three other novels. He is Professor Emeritus of the City Colleges, where he taught Composition, Literature, and Chicago History. He currently teaches in the First Year Writing and Honors Programs at DePaul University. His novel THE RIVERVIEW MURDERS won the Eugene Izzi Award for best crime novel by a Chicago Writer, and he has been the recipient of four Illinois Arts Council awards for fiction. He is married with three children, and lives not far from the setting of the five Paul Whelan novels.

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RED BLOODED by Caitlin Sinead Excerpt & Giveaway


Caitlin Sinead's RED BLOODED is available now! We're obsessed with RED BLOODED - there's a cute campaign intern, political drama, family drama, a fake relationship for the press, not to mention a bit of mystery. What's not to love? Join the campaign trail with Peyton and Dylan now!


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Instead of eating ramen and meeting frat guys like most college freshmen, Peyton Arthur is on the campaign trail. Traveling with her mother, the Democratic pick for vice president, she's ordering room service, sneaking glances at cute campaign intern Dylan and deflecting interview questions about the tragic loss of her father. But when a reporter questions her paternity, her world goes into a tailspin.
Dylan left Yale and joined the campaign to make a difference, not keep tabs on some girl. But with the paternity scandal blowing up and Peyton asking questions, he's been tasked to watch her every move. As he gets to know the real Peyton, he finds it harder and harder to keep a professional distance.
When the media demands a story, Peyton and Dylan give them one—a fake relationship. As they work together to investigate the rumors about her real father and Peyton gets closer to learning the truth, she's also getting closer to Dylan. And suddenly, it's not just her past on the line anymore. It's her heart.
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Excerpt from RED BLOODED

With the flood of more people outside of the Wawa, and even more phones attached to Instagram and Pinterest and god knows what else, there isn’t time to think. There’s only time to act. I brush against Dylan, fear gurgling in my stomach. What if he doesn’t get it? What if he doesn’t want to play along?


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About Caitlin Sinead

Caitlin Sinead is represented by Andrea Somberg at Harvey Klinger, Inc. and her debut novel, Heartsick, is available now from Carina Press. Her writing has earned accolades from Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, Glimmer Train, and Writers & Artists, and her stories have appeared in multiple publications, including The Alarmist, The Binnacle, Crunchable, Jersey Devil Press, and Northern Virginia Magazine. She earned a master's degree in writing from Johns Hopkins University. Website | Twitter | Facebook | Newsletter