Book Blast: Seal Watch

 

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Someone is watching Cory.
She can feel it in her bones . . . but why?

Navy SEAL Sean MacKay's teammate is murdered after stealing a deadly nerve gas formula from Syrian terrorists. Naval Intelligence believes MacKay's teammate was a traitor and shipped the stolen formula to his sister in the States for safekeeping. MacKay is ordered to find the sister before the terrorists do and to recover the stolen formula at all costs.

Foreclosure looms for Cory Rigatero as she struggles to keep her rustic resort near Mt. St. Helens afloat after her brother abandoned her to join the SEAL Teams. Cory's wholeworld plummets into a tailspin when Sean MacKay shows up at her resort with news of her brother's death and the shocking suspicion that her brother sent her traitorous classified documents.
r> No way will Cory ever trust MacKay—the man who once seduced her and then vanished into the night without a trace.

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Cory stopped in the kitchen on her way outside. “I thought I’d go out front and see if Vern needed any help.”

“He’s all done,” Cookie told her and handed Garth a dog biscuit from the jar on the counter. “He had a boy out front helping him when I peeked out the window a bit ago.”

“A boy? You mean Jasper?”

“No, I’ve never seen this one around here before.” Cookie went back to stirring her pot. “Handsome, though,” she added. “They headed for the barn.”

“I'd better go see who it is,” Cory said, already striding for the back door.

She called out as soon as she reached the open barn doors, and Vern hollered from the small office that doubled as his shop. Cory threaded her way through all the equipment in the back half of the barn. Cookie’s stranger stood up when she appeared in the doorway, and Cory froze.

This was no boy. This was a man. All man. And he literally stole Cory’s breath away. She had read that in novels before. Never believed it to be possible.

Until now.

Shaggy hair and dark brown curls, perfectly teamed with a matching beard, were her first thought. Her second thought was broad—really broad—shoulders beneath his black flannel shirt, and hips so narrow that his black jeans sagged a smidge on his tall, muscular frame. His sleeves were rolled up, and those forearms and biceps belonged to a working man.

Good grief! Stop staring, Cory!

She caught herself before she licked her lips and jerked her gaze back to his face. Blue eyes that snared her gaze like a predator traps unsuspecting prey. Those blue eyes sparkled with just enough mischief to send a wicked flutter through her belly. Blue eyes that looked startlingly familiar.

.Maybe she just wanted them to look familiar, so she could already know this handsome man.

“Mac here is our new help.”

About the Author

Petie spent a majority of her career at Walt Disney World—"The Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she loved working in the land of fairy tales by day and crafting her ownromantic fairy tales by night, including her series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said goodbye to her "day" job to focus on her stories full-time.

These days, Petie spends her time writing new tales for her Cinderella series, her new paranormal-romantic-suspense series, The Watchers, sequels to her Regency time- travel series, Lords in Time, and more standalones like Any Fin For Love and Ambush in the Everglades.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy, who makes a cameo appearance in Christmas Watch, Book 2 of The Watchers series.

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Release Blitz: Merry Ex-Mas

 

Sadie believes in three things: a well-structured Google Calendar, white twinkle lights over colored ones, and never going back to an ex. Too bad she’s stuck planning the biggest Christmas event of the year with Danny, the only person who’s ever made her feel seen. Can holiday magic make sparks fly between them again? Readers who enjoy found family and holiday fun will will fall for Mr. Merry Ex-Mas by Carolina Jax, a steamy, small town, enemies to lovers, second chance romance.

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I believe in three things: a well-structured Google Calendar, twinkle lights over colored ones, and never going back to an ex. But when the Starlight Bay Town Board pairs me with that ex, the one with charm for days and a smirk to match, to plan the biggest Christmas event of the year, my plan to avoid him begins to unravel.

Danny Love is chaos in a hoodie, yet he’s somehow the only person who ever made me feel seen, when he wasn’t teasing me or driving me absolutely insane. Now we're stuck together planning a Christmas Gala and dodging mistletoe balls, and it turns out, the spark between us never actually fizzled. It just waited for the moment we both might be brave enough to try, again.

Can holiday magic help his ‘winging it’ personality and my ‘google calendar is my bible’ attitude make it work a second time?

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“How about a shot?ˮ

He raises a brow and puts his hands on his hips. “How bad we talking?ˮ

“You know the Christmas Gala youʼre sponsoring and your in-house event rep is handling?ˮ He nods. “The Starlight Bay Town Board picked a teacher to assist. And Iʼm that teacher.ˮ

He whistles but has a shit-eating grin. “So, itʼs bad.ˮ He grabs four shot glasses and lines them up, then grabs the bottle of Jameson, filling all four. He pushes two forward, then grabs one. We tap glasses and down it, the burn making me feel slightly better.

“Does she know?ˮ

“Oh, she knows.ˮ I slam the second shot. “I just came from seeing her at the school auditorium.ˮ

I shake my head. “Sheʼs still Sadie. Color-coded, clipboard-carrying, and convinced Iʼm here to sabotage her centerpiece arrangements.ˮ

“Seems to be a specialty of yours.ˮ

“Causing chaos is my love language.ˮ

Matt laughs and pours one more shot. “You mean your ‘desperately trying not to be in loveʼ

language?ˮ

“Excuse me. Iʼll have you know I am very successfully not in love with her.ˮ

“You're so full of shit.ˮ

I shrug, then do the third shot, the fire sitting low in my stomach. “I canʼt help it if I remember

everything she says, and still think about how good she looks when sheʼs mad.ˮ I smile. “I pushed her buttons on purpose today to see what would happen.ˮ

He scoffs. “Still trying to get a blow job after a fight, huh?ˮ

“Howʼd that go?ˮ

I snicker. “I should have never told you that.ˮ I spin the empty shot glass, and my mind reverts to every fight I picked on purpose just so she would show me some passion.

“Mhmm. Totally not in love. You sound like a movie side character who dies of unresolved tension.ˮ

I roll my eyes. “Youʼre no help.ˮ

“Listen, Iʼm the guy who watched his high-school sweetheart waltz back into his winery with her fiancé to plan their wedding and still managed to marry her, so if anyone gets being the side character at first, I do.ˮ

“Yeah, well, Sadieʼs not exactly giving me the green light. In fact, her words were ‘weʼre not

anything.ʼ So, pretty sure sheʼs over me.ˮ

“Maybe. Or maybe sheʼs scared youʼre not joking this time.ˮ

I pause, letting out a breath. “I wasnʼt joking then.ˮ

“I know you werenʼt, but she didn't, and that was the problem. Youʼre not a kid, Danny. You donʼt have to pull her ponytail to get her attention.ˮ

“I did if I wanted a blow job.ˮ I laugh, then sober. “Sheʼs got this whole world mapped out—timelines, goals, perfect damn centerpieces. And Iʼm just… me.ˮ

“Yeah, youʼre you. The guy whoʼs funny, loyal, great with kids, and probably the only person on earth who could balance her out when she finally lets go.ˮ

“You really think that?ˮ

“Only because my fiancé tells me I have to be nice to you.ˮ I flip him off, and he laughs. “But Sadie thinks that, too. She just doesnʼt want to admit it, even if you're holding a lighter to her perfectly timed schedule.ˮ

I huff a laugh and stand. “Thanks for the drink. And for the talk. I'll catch ya tomorrow.ˮ

I walk out, remembering how it felt to have her hand pushed against my chest, kissing me like she didnʼt want to want me but couldn't resist me either.

That was the night I realized I might actually love Sadie Johnson.

And today showed me I never stopped. Now, I just have to figure out how to get her to see what Iʼve always known. We werenʼt perfect on paper, and we definitely didnʼt make sense together, but when it was just me and her with no schedule between us, we were something worth fighting for.

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Hailing from a tiny town in New York, Carolina spends her free time with her military husband, their three sons and new daughter-in-law (welcome to this crazy family!) and her chocolate lab, Lincoln. Her avid love for reading slowly morphed into an “I want to do that, too!ˮ attitude and a dream was born with a pen and paper. Carolina Jax writes contemporary romances about her favorite things – football, small towns and big hearts. Her stories are based on an everyday life with amazing people finding amazing love. They have the perfect combination of love, lust and laughs, and always with a Happily Ever After. When sheʼs not on the field watching her boys play football and lacrosse, she loves to drink wine with friends, watch the Philadelphia Eagles (hopefully) win, read about alpha heroes, and dream about everything Christmas.

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Mitchell Rose and the Bologna Massacre is a crime story that explores the last fifty years of cross-fertilisation between the Italian criminal underworld, its secret services, politics and the judicial system.

When Mitchell Rose is called to Milan by Remo Rhimare, a local judge who wants him to investigate the Bologna bombing of 1980, he knows it would make more sense to turn the job down.

To make things even more complicated, Rhimare also wants Rose to rein in his errant daughter, who is becoming increasingly wayward.

As Rose begins to investigate, the two missions surprisingly become one, culminating in a dreadful dramatic climax.

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I twitched nervously. The will to move out of there and toward the action was strong. I wanted to be an integral part of the scene that I could see reflected there in the mobile phone. Alessandra raised a hand and made a gesture that encouraged me to stay put. In doing so, she touched me softly on the left shoulder with her long fingernails. Being discovered there would put me back to square one. Robuyuki was gonna get his from Cambio’s guards, but I had to stay still, I couldn’t move.

“It’s also my favourite drink.” The chef offered.

“But you don’t drink, Robuyuki.”

Robuyuki lifted the glass to his lips and forced the drink down his neck, licking his lips with satisfaction.

Cambio had been silenced and we heard the clumped, mechanical tramping of feet as they exited the restaurant. Alessandra heaved a sigh of relief and we slowly moved apart. I poured a glass of Grand Marnier into the glass that I had seized and we shared it there in the cellar. The sense of relief was overwhelming and we hugged each other, but without the intensity that there had been between us moments before. There was still a layer of fear that lay like a film across the room, and that fear had rendered us sexless siblings. Robuyuki knocked on the cellar door and we climbed back up and thanked him sincerely.

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Topic: Did you have a minor character who insisted on playing a larger role in the story. If so, please tell us

about it. And if not, please tell me how you get the characters in your head to behave.

That’s a really great question and I think I can answer it like this.

Initially, I decided to write the novel in the first person and concentrate on the psychological profile

and motivation of Mitchell Rose, a private investigator, who is asked to re-examine the Bologna

bombing of 1980. He wants to be a larger-than-life character who puts the world to rites, only quite

often things don’t go his way. I wanted the reader to be inside his head and move forward through

the story with him. From that point of view, I was not expecting other characters to emerge as

strong identities, in their own right. I wanted to keep the narration as simple as possible and

concentrate on his investigation.

However, on a fourth/fifth reading I think that the character of Elisa, an Economics graduate who

works in a Milanese bar, comes into her own. She was originally created as a minor character, an

innocuous love interest. However, each time that Mitchell thinks he has things worked out or he’s

beginning to understand what’s going on, she understands the situation better than he does. Each

time he thinks he’s getting closer to a resolution, she is one step ahead. In that sense, she’s a smarter

mirror to his attempts to look into and solve the problems he faces. When he feels the urge to try

and form some sort of relationship, she has already anticipated what he has in mind and has an

understanding that is much more perceptive than any of his instinctive urges to move forward and

bend the situation to his will.

The character of Alessandra, the wife of the Milanese politician Cambio, works the same way.

Mitchell Rose might think he is a James Bond character, but the reality is somewhat different.

In this sense, these two female protagonists play a more significant role, even if the narration

remains with Mitchell Rose. It is the two women who perceive the nature of power, influence and

truth much better than the swashbuckling private detective.

As regards getting my characters to do stuff, getting them to perform, I prepare files on their

physical and psychological characteristics and then I put them together in the novel. They speak and

interact. and things just happen. They might banter, they might kiss, they might fight, they might

storm off into the night or bash each other over the head. Then I come back for a second or third

rewrite and see exactly what has gone on. If it has not worked, it gets rewritten. I am never afraid to

rewrite and throw away scenes that are not good enough. In the past, I have always had a tendency

to wade into the surreal in my writing. I wanted this book to be devoid of imagery or more poetic

elements. I wanted the novel to be written straight and to be as believable as possible respecting the

crime story genre.

I did not have an ending in mind when I started the novel and a lot of the scenes evolved quite

naturally. Working mainly from the point of view of one character, this is a relatively simple

process. There are two principal villains in the story, along with those who aid and abet them. When

Mitchell meets them face to face, there are bound to be sparks. These are the elementary contrasts

that keep the narrative moving forward.

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Mark A. Hill has an Economics degree from the University of Lancaster and both CELTA and DELTA qualifications to teach English to second language learners.

In 2005, in Cagliari, Italy, he founded English Teachers, which offers language services such as English courses, translations and interpreting. He collaborates as a translator and interpreter with the Cagliari Law Courts, several universities throughout Europe, and numerous private and public organizations both in the Cagliari area and throughout Italy.

Every summer, he teaches English for Academic Purposes (EAP) to Postgraduate students at Swansea University in the UK.

Mark A. Hill’s poetry has been published in The UK Poetry Library’s Top Writers of 2012 and the Live Canon 2013 Prize Anthology. He was highly commended in the 2015 Segora Poetry Prize and was short-listed for the Canon 2015 First Collection Prize. In 2016, one of his poems was commissioned, published and performed at The Victoria and Albert Museum, London, for the anniversary of Shakespeare’s death.

Mark A. Hill has also published academic courseware in collaboration with Delfis s.r.l.

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Book Blast: Hippie Mermaid

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From sea to shore, betrayal follows her wherever she goes.

On Christmas Eve, psychic Kendra Adams reveals the secret she’s hidden for decades—she was once Rosina, a mermaid torn between sea and shore. Betrayed in her ocean kingdom and desperate to escape banishment, she persuades a politician to smuggle her into the human world. But freedom on land comes at a cost, as she soon finds herself ensnared in another web, this one spun by the politician’s power-hungry sister.

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The human laughter startled me. It sounded so foreign, unlike anything I had ever heard before. I followed the sounds and turned my gaze toward four large humans approaching us. Up close, they were frightening, almost menacing, in their dark garments. I took note of their varying appearances. Two had light brown hair and blue eyes, while the other pair sported dark hair and dark eyes. Intent on observing the darker pair, I didn’t notice the other two men eyeing me.

“Hippie mermaid!” yelled one of the men with light-colored features.

All the men glanced in my direction. I felt myself reddening as I met their liquid eyes and wide smiles. There was interest there, and some other emotion or feeling I had never seen before. For a split second, I was flattered by their attention. And then I recalled what Mama had said. I must let Annabella choose first.

Annabella did not give me a chance to react. She beckoned to the man who had spoken, and he reluctantly turned away from me. Rosetta claimed the other light-haired man, and Lisetta chose one of the dark-haired men. I watched as they moved to separate rocks along the shore.

The remaining man approached. As his features came into closer focus, I realized he was older than the others. Not by much, but there were white hairs sprinkled in the darkness, and his face crinkled as he smiled. “I guess I won this mermaid lottery.”

My eyes widened in surprise.

He laughed and shook his head. “You could have had any of us. You didn’t have to end up with me.”

“But I’m not a Bella or an Etta. I’m an Ina.” There was no point in hiding my rank. I had never been embarrassed by it, and after hearing about Aunt Lina’s punishment, I knew “Honey, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re the prettiest of the group. You just don’t know it yet.”

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Joanne Guidoccio enjoyed a rewarding career teaching mathematics, business, and co- operative education courses before retiring to pursue writing. A member of Crime Writers of Canada, Sisters in Crime, and the Women’s Fiction Writers Association, she writes paranormal romances, cozy mysteries, and inspirational stories from her home base of Guelph, Ontario.

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Release Blitz: The Roommate Agreement

She doesn’t believe in love. I never thought it was possible. But living with her is rewriting everything I thought I knew— And walking away might not be an option. Readers who enjoy romance reads with close proximity and touch her and die vibes will love The Roommate Agreement by A. Akinosho, a steamy, fake dating, grumpy/sunshine, billionaire romance.

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One apartment. One fake boyfriend. One agreement waiting to be broken.

Makayla:

I’m tired of my dad playing matchmaker.

As a music teacher juggling life with sickle cell disease, I don’t have time—or energy—for forced dinner dates with “eligible men.”

So, I come up with a plan: find a fake boyfriend, let him move in, and make it believable.

Daniel was never supposed to say yes.

He’s a grumpy, emotionally walled-off lawyer who hates chaos and clings to solitude.

But now he’s in my apartment—tall, brooding, infuriatingly neat—and fitting into my world way too easily.

I don’t believe in love. Not when life has taught me it rarely sticks around.

But something about him feels dangerously real.

Daniel:

Something about her captured my attention the moment I met her.

I knew I was in trouble.

Controlled and always alone—that’s who I’ve been.

But I said yes before I could stop myself.

Because moving into her tea-scented, music-filled home was the only way I could be close to her.

She’s sunshine and sharp edges. She hums while stirring honey into her cup and smiles through pain like it’s nothing.

This was supposed to be pretend.

But with every stolen glance and late-night conversation, the line between real and fake keeps slipping.

She doesn’t believe in love.

I never thought it was possible.

But living with her is rewriting everything I thought I knew—

And walking away might not be an option.

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“We. Are. Done.ˮ I say, shouting at him, repeating his words. “I thought I couldnʼt live without you but turns out that I can. It may take years for my heart to heal and learn how to live without you, but it will learn,ˮ I retort, exhaling, “baby steps.ˮ I mutter to myself, something Iʼve been reminding myself of lately. I appreciate everything you did with Teni, but we have come to the end of our road, and we must say goodbye. You need not worry. Iʼll be leaving Chicago soon, so our paths will never cross again.ˮ I solemnly state. His face creased into a deep frown, and I noticed the worry lines etched on his brow.

“Anu, please forgive me; give me another chanceˮ His pleading words fell on deaf ears as I scoffed at him. Averting eye contact, I recoiled from his touch and noticed the disappointment on his face, but right now I choose me first. A gentle touch of his is all it takes to make me agree to all his terms, even when I know I should run to the hills.

“What we had was all or nothingˮ I pause. “We had all beforeˮ I catch my breath for a moment “Now there is nothing. Thereʼs no halfway or in between.ˮ I pause from my vehement words and emotions “I donʼt hate you, we had a good time, and Iʼve mentally accepted my dadʼs offer, it all worked out for the bestˮ I say in a calm voice, and a shrug, maintaining my defiance stance with a straight face even as I shatter inside. He frowns at me.

“You canʼt do that,ˮ he shouts in my face

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“Pretty sure I can,ˮ I challenge in a dulcet tone, a stark contrast to his shouts "Last I checked, I have every right to make a decision for myself.ˮ

“You canʼt because you love me, and I love youˮ his voice heated

“Sometimes, love isnʼt enough,ˮ I answer succinctly

“It is for us Anu.ˮ He tries to touch me, and I shriek away from him. Exasperation is clear on him.

“What can I do, Anu to earn your forgiveness? Please tell me. Iʼll do anything. Tell me what to doˮ he asks, and I hear the plea in his voice, yet it all upsets me rather than appease me.

“If you want my goddamn forgiveness, you will be on your fucking knees, and since we both know you are too proud for that, you can stop asking me for another chance, We. Are. Overˮ I vehemently state and turn to leave. He forcefully grabs me, and I watch him slide to his knees.

Daniel on his knees, has me in freeze mode.

“I want your forgiveness and another chanceˮ his voice is gentle. Iʼm frozen in place with widen eyes probably like a crazy meme, I was certain Daniel would never get on his knees but here he is before me.

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A. Akinosho lives in her own little nest in Illinois. An avid reader and enjoy reading thrillers, suspense and romance novels (partial to romance genre). When she's not reading or keeping up with life, she enjoys writing and creating twists to stories. She loves writing about diverse characters, friendship and overcoming challenges through what is perceived as a weakness.

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VBT: Extra Terrestrial Noir

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GENRE: SciFi

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BLURB:

A PSYCHO-CRIMINAL EXTRATERRESTRIAL ON A SUBURBAN CUL-DE-SAC

A FAMILY ON THE BRINK OF ALL-ENCOMPASSING INSOLVENCY

A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD UBER-GENIUS DAUGHTER IN THE LINE OF FIRE

CAN SHE SAVE THE FAMILY, NOT TO MENTION THE PLANET?

An extraterrestrial crashes into a suburban cul-de-sac Colonial, absorbs every binary bit of

information ever chronicled in all of human history, rearranges its molecules and presents itself

as a couple of late and legendary film noir superstars, then immediately displays an appetite for

debauchery, depravity, decadence, and destruction, seducing the family into its psychopathic

criminal orbit with irresistible Hollywood panache, alluring sexual charisma, and inconceivable

intergalactic powers.…all in the name of saving the family from their emotional, marital, and

financial ruin.

But uber-genius-daughter Mike Devine figures out fast that the extraterrestrial’s principal plan is

to employ its unfathomable interplanetary muscle and implode the planet. Which leaves the fate

of her family, not to mention the world, in her twelve-year-old hands. 

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EXCERPT:

“That’s almost six trillion miles per year—a single light-year,” Mike said.

“So, if they travel at light speed, they should be here pretty soon,” Maggie said.

“Better make extra pancakes,” Connie said.

“That’s lame, Dad,” Danny said.

“It’s witty, son,” Connie said. “You’ll understand when you get older.”

“I hope not,” Danny said.

“Not too soon,” Mike said. “The distance from Earth to the edge of the universe in any direction

takes forty-six point five gigalight-years.”

“How many light years in a gigalight-year?” Connie said.

“A billion,” Mike said.

“What does that mean in Earth years?” Maggie said.

“Voyager 1, our most distant space probe, traveled fourteen light-hours, not even one light-day,

and that took thirty Earth years. So, it would take about twenty-two thousand Earth years to

travel the same distance light travels in one light-year. About one quadrillion and one hundred

two trillion Earth years to reach the edge of the universe.”

If that’s a question on the genius test, I wonder which part of the light-speed equation Mike will

only get ninety-two percent right, Maggie thought.

“What if they were coming from the closest galaxy?” Maggie said.

“Andromeda,” Mike said. “Twenty-five hundred Earth years.”

“Long time,” Maggie said, and she turned off her flashlight.

“The meteors should have been here by now,” Connie said.

“I saw something up there,” Maggie said.

But something up there had seen her and made a sharp turn toward Earth.

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Rich Leder has been a working writer for more than three decades. His credits include eight

novels for Laugh Riot Press and 19 produced movies—television films for CBS, Lifetime, and

Hallmark and feature films for Lionsgate, Paramount Pictures, Tri-Star Pictures, Longridge

Productions, and Left Bank Films.

He’s been the lead singer in a Detroit rock band, a restaurateur, a Little League coach, an indie

film director, a literacy tutor, a magazine editor, a screenwriting coach, a wedding consultant (it’s

true), a PTA board member, a HOA president, a commercial real estate agent, and a visiting

artist for the UNCW Film Studies Department, all of which, it turns out, was grist for the mill.

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Book Tour: Shooting at Shadows

GENRE: Thriller

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BLURB:

A photograph can tell the truth. It can also get you killed.

Ethan McGuire’s relentless pursuit of explosive stories has cost him his family, his integrity, and

now–possibly–his life. While documenting the rise of white supremacist movements in Western

New York, Ethan encounters a world of neo-Nazis, heavily armed survivalists, rogue FBI

agents, and violent criminals, all with something to hide. But when a crew of ruthless bank

robbers starts hunting him for photos he doesn’t even know he has, the stakes turn deadly.

As his enemies close in and his family becomes a target, Ethan must expose the truth–before it

buries him. Shooting at Shadows is a relentless thriller and chilling cautionary tale, inspired by

the author’s real-life experiences as a photojournalist. It exposes the darkness lurking beneath

the surface of American extremism–and the cost of bringing it to light.

"One hopes that McMullin has further adventures planned for his unlikely hero." –Kirkus

Reviews

"...a provocative thriller exploring highly pertinent themes in American culture today..." –Fredrick

Soukup, author of Blood up North 
 

EXCERPT:

“Let’s do this.” The driver pulled across the lot and into the space closest to the entrance. The other three men 

immediately got out and walked into the bank as they pulled down their ski masks. At the same 

time, they opened their coats and swung out submachine guns on shoulder straps.

BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!

The first man in the door sprayed the ceiling of the waiting area with bullets from his gun. 

Chunks of drop ceiling flew apart and fell to the floor as dust and smoke filled the air.

“THIS IS A HOLD UP. GET ON THE FLOOR. NOW!”

One of the men stood and looked out the front door. A second one raced to the desk of the 

manager, grabbed her by her hair and threw her to the floor as he screamed, “AND DON’T 

TOUCH THAT ALARM BUTTON OR YOU WILL DIE!”

The third man jumped on the tellers’ counter and pointed his gun, first at the tellers, then to the 

half door that led to the waiting area. “Away from your drawers, get out there and lie on the floor. 

Keep your hands where we can see them. No cell phones. No heroes. Everybody lives to see 

another Friday night fish fry.” 

A blond woman was visibly very pregnant, eight months or so it appeared, and when she got to 

the front she struggled to get down. “HURRY UP!” the second man screamed.

“HEY,” the man on the counter yelled. “Get her a chair!”

“What the hell, man?”

“DO IT!”

“Damn,” he complained, but he went behind the manager’s desk, pulled the chair out, and 

pushed it to behind the woman. “SIT!” he yelled in her face. 

The third man jumped down from the counter on the tellers’ side and let his gun hang again 

from its shoulder strap. He pulled a black plastic garbage bag from his coat pocket and calmly 

went from drawer to drawer pulling out stacks of fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, all 

bundled with paper wrappers. He took a moment flexing each before he threw them in the bag. 

The few that were stiff he left on the counter. He knew they would explode with purple dye as 

soon as they were a few yards outside the bank.

AUTHOR:

 

Forest McMullin is a writer based in Atlanta, Georgia. Earlier in his career, he was a

photojournalist who specialized in photographing fringe social groups. Today he writes both long

and short form fiction, Shooting at Shadows is his first novel.

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Release Blitz: Who's Saving You

A polished, perfect football player with a secret that could destroy everything and a fierce, quick-witted reporter, determined to get the story that isn’t being told. In a world where division sells and secrets can ruin careers… who’s saving who? Readers who enjoy forced proximity and morally grey characters will devour Who’s Saving You by Carolina Jax, a steamy, secret life, reverse age gap, football romance.

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Nik Papas is the newest WR for the South Carolina Warriors. Dubbed “Saint Nik” for his squeaky clean persona, he’s polished and perfect and always has the right answer. But underneath all that ‘Saint’ is a secret that could destroy it all.

Noelle Moreno is a reporter for The Falls Press, always determined to get the story that isn’t being told. Fierce and quick-witted, she's got a taste for sweets and an aversion to football players.

In the sports world, where division sells and secrets can ruin careers, sometimes your only hope is an enemy turned lover, or a dangerous man who’s too irresistible. And when that happens, you have to ask …

Who’s Saving You

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Excerpt
Copyright 2025 Carolina Jax

The roar hits me like a wave as I step onto the field.

Itʼs not just noise; these stands are alive. Even with the shield on my helmet, I blink against the stadium lights. The spotlights are shining down on the most capable players the league has to offer. Chants bounce off the stands, rolling like thunder. My green and black jersey fits like a glove. I was made for this

This is Sunday Night Football.

The huddle breaks, and I do my best to ignore the scoreboard. I already know what time it is. The game is tied with a minute and fourteen left on the clock, ball on the forty-two. Coach Gage gave me the green light. I check the defense and see that a safety and a cornerback are locked in on my every move. They know the ball is coming to me.

Let them try to take it.

I line up wide left, one toe digging into the turf. The cornerback across from me is eyeing me like I'm about to be dinner, but I just give him a slight chuckle. Iʼm too fast for him, and he knows it. With six million watching from home and sixty thousand right here in the stands, the crowd's energy gives me the extra boost I need. They chant my name, and it hums in my chest louder than my own heartbeat.

Here comes the snap. I rock forward, weight even, and fingers twitching. This is the moment every rookie dreams of. This is the moment theyʼll either praise you for or castrate you. The one run where they say, “yeah, he's ready to playˮ or “nope, too green. Take a seat on the bench.ˮ

I know Iʼm better than anything they say.

The ball is snapped, and I explode off the line. The corner tries to cut me off, but I slip by, shoulder down, and accelerate into the open field. The safety guarding me overshoots his shot, and I cut inside, circling him before taking off toward the sideline.

It's my favorite route to run, and now Iʼm wide open.

.

Jameson Winters, my QB, sees it and already expects me there as he lets the ball fly. Itʼs a tight spiral aiming right for me, and Iʼm ready.

The clock ticks, and I push hard, one, two, three, four steps. I reach out, and the ball hits my hands like a moth to a flame. I cradle it to me, twist away from a defender, and run out of bounds.

First down!

The stadium erupts. I mean, it literally explodes. Iʼve been to games, sat in the stands, and watched as my favorite team was inches away from scoring. Thereʼs no better feeling, itʼs as if I was already playing for them. I laugh to myself, remembering that analyst who said I wasnʼt ready, the one who said I still needed a year.

Fuck your year.

My teammates swarm me, slapping me on my helmet before quickly pulling me back to the huddle.

Line up. Do it again.

On the outside, Iʼm calm. I stand amongst my team listening to Jameson call the play. But inside? Fucking fireworks. My blood runs through me like lava, my heart pumping like I've been electrocuted. Iʼm half-fucking-hard standing here because I know what's coming.

They throw it to me because I wonʼt drop it, because I make the plays the vets hesitate on. Iʼm too new and too stupid to feel any other way but to sacrifice it all.

America loves an underdog, but they worship the one who can prove them wrong. And Iʼll do it every fucking time.

Ballʼs on the 17, and the clock is ticking. Jameson steps up and meets my eyes.

“Coach called a Ghostfade. You got this?ˮ

My lips twitch. “You know I do.ˮ

This play is designed for me as Iʼm the only one who can outrun a defender every single time. Like a ghost fades into thin air, I fade into the end zone, outrunning everyone around me.

I line up wide and see the cornerʼs already pressing in, but he wonʼt ever catch me. The snap hits, and I fake inside, sell the slant hard, then cut. Iʼm running outside, straight and clean. He stumbles; itʼs just a step, but thatʼs all I need to take off. The end zone opens up like a door.

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About Carolina Jax

Hailing from a tiny town in New York, Carolina spends her free time with her military husband, their three sons and new daughter-in-law (welcome to this crazy family!) and her chocolate lab, Lincoln. Her avid love for reading slowly morphed into an “I want to do that, too!ˮ attitude and a dream was born with a pen and paper. Carolina Jax writes contemporary romances about her favorite things – football, small towns and big hearts. Her stories are based on an everyday life with amazing people finding amazing love. They have the perfect combination of love, lust and laughs, and always with a Happily Ever After. When sheʼs not on the field watching her boys play football and lacrosse, she loves to drink wine with friends, watch the Philadelphia Eagles (hopefully) win, read about alpha heroes, and dream about everything Christmas.

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Sunday Post #122: WWBC for October 22nd

 

Hello All !

I missed the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge for October 22nd. So I that I would do it for this week's Sunday Post. 

The topic: Things that scare me

The answer for me is loud noises, which I am sure is a common fear. 

Post Rewind 

📌 October 14th = Blurb Blitz: Predestined

📌  20th = Blurb Blitz: Look Over Your Shoulder

Currently Reading 

📖 Crave (by: Tracy Wolff) = page 25

📖 Hanover Square Spare (by: Annabelle Anders) = page 85

*** If you don't have anything to say about this week's topic, you can comment on any other part of the post or just say "hi".

*** I am always having to edit many of my posts. If I made any grammar mistakes, I will eventually fix them.

*** The Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge is a weekly meme hosted by long and Short Reviews

*** The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer

Blurb Blitz: Look Over Your Shoulder

 

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Sharon Overend will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

A haunting, lyrical exploration of family, silence and the secrets we inherit.

Years of avoidance and blame have left the McLaughlin clan fractured and ill-equipped to face the critical illness of one of their own. When long buried memories of a neighborhood child’s death while in their care resurface the family truly begin to unravel.

Told in alternating voices, Look Over Your Shoulder, reveals how secrets ripple through generations, and how healing begins when someone finally dares to speak the truth.

Read an Excerpt

ANNE

I slipped away. In slow motion, I raised one foot after the other, one step at a time, upstairs. My limbs now disconnected from my body, my head bobbing in a black fog, I drifted across the hall and toward my bedroom. I lay on top of the covers but dragged a throw over my hip.

The buzz of distant conversations crawled into the room, and my window shook each time the front door opened or closed. Knuckles rapped, an empty hanger slapped against the door panel, the buzz amplified, feet shuffled forward, a presence lingered, a hand touched my arm, a voice whispered.

“Mom.”

I said nothing until her feet shuffled back toward the door.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed into the pillow seconds before the hanger again rattled, and the hum of voices roared back into the room. I wasn’t sure whether I’d wanted her to hear me or not.

“For what?” She had heard.

“For resenting you.”

The weighty creak of floorboards, a car engine idling, a woman’s laughter, a child’s shriek, a toilet flush.

“You’re tired,” Marilyn said, now close enough to touch me. “Sleep.”

“You scare me,” I said, still telling the pillow, not her. “Your strength and your capacity for forgiveness are things I’ve never experienced before. But I have to know. Have you ever forgotten?” Shame had stalked me my whole life, a shadow dancing across my peripheral vision, now fully in view.

“We’ll talk in the morning.” She lifted the fringed edge of the blanket, pulled it over my shoulder, and tucked it beneath my chin. A blue spark of static electricity sprang between her fingers and my face.

About the Author:

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SHARON OVEREND, is an award-winning author whose fiction, creative non-fiction and poetry has appeared in the Canadian, American and British literary journals and anthologies including Antigonish Review, Avalon, Descant, Grain, Matter of Time, Spirit of the Hills, Surfacing, Wild Words, Word Weaver, UK’s Dream Catcher, CafeLit, The Best of CafeLit and A Coup of Owls.

Sharon and her husband live on a 156- rural acre property in Ontario, Canada where she has found inspiration for many of her projects.

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Blurb Blitz: Predestined

 

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rachel Byrne will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Read an Excerpt

In the back of the rental SUV, my stomach burned, and a sour taste flooded my mouth. One week into summer break and my family was dumping me at this strange academy. While I struggled to find my purpose, they would be in Aspen, Emma Claire enjoying a ballet workshop while my parents lounged at the pool.

I had planned to hold my ground and insist on the rec center job, but then Dad got the red-light ticket. As I heard him slam his way through the front door, I raced to intercept him before he could start yelling.

I had briefly debated telling the truth—my anger at the stricken look on Noah’s face as pee ran down his legs and puddled on the floor. I imagined Dad puffing up with pride that I had stood up for a boy being bullied. That fantasy was discarded because I knew Dad wouldn’t get it. He and Mom had never experienced classmates jeering at them and the way it made you curl up inside and want to die.

I then considered accepting the consequences he started listing—no screens, no permit or license until I was seventeen, no allowance, etc. I could handle those but DJ wouldn’t stop until she knew why I had taken the car out in the first place. And that couldn’t happen if I wanted to surInstead of an explanation, I offered him a deal. If I agreed to go to Haverford Pines, he wouldn’t punish me, tell DJ, or ask any questions.

About the Author

Rachel Byrne, a Colorado native, is inspired by her state’s majestic landscapes. With a BA in psychology from Dartmouth College and a master’s in physician assistant studies from the University of Colorado, Rachel has forged a career in psychiatry and addiction medicine. Her role as an educator has fueled her passion for teaching and understanding human behavior.

Driven by a lifelong fascination with the complexities of human nature and a love for American history, Rachel enjoys a career that explores the depths of the human psyche. As a devoted mother and dog lover, she treasures family moments and indulges in hobbies like reading, writing, tennis, and travel. Rachel’s commitment to literature stems from her childhood as a shy bookworm, aiming to create engaging stories that resonate with readers and leave a lasting impact.

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e the rest of high school.

Sunday Post 121: September '25 Recap

Hello All ! I could come up with anything else, so here is the monthly recap.

Post Rewind 

📌 Sept. 10th = Book Blast: Wedding Planning

📌 17th = Book Blast: God's Coded Language 

📌 23rd = [double post day] Audiobook Release Blitz: Sail Away with Me ... TMST #33: Regarding Fictional Characters 

📌 24th = Book Blast: My Husband Almost Killed Me

📌 25th = Release Blitz: Finding Silence

Goodreads 

📚  Earl of Weston (by: Anna St. Claire) = moved to read shelf

📚 The Lady Courts a Marquess (by: Jillian Eaton) = moved to read shelf

Currently Reading 

📖 Crave (by: Tracy Wolff) = page 25

*** If you don't have anything to say about this week's topic, you can comment on any other part of the post or just say "hi".

*** I am always having to edit many of my posts. If I made any grammar mistakes, I will eventually fix them.

*** The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer

Release Blitz: Finding Silence

 

Title: Finding Silence Author: Freya Barker Genre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: September 25, 2025 Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Phyllis (Phil) Dubois has long left her performing days behind, opting for a more anonymous role in the music industry instead. Something not everyone is happy about.

When the pressure for her to return to the stage mounts, she packs her things in an old RV and hits the road in search of some peace and quiet.

She thinks she’s found it when she rolls into the small town of Silence.

Former sheriff, Brant Colter, is still trying to get used to his abrupt retirement after a health scare last year. He’s not good with change and likes things just the way they are.

That’s why, when a purple-haired hippie moves into the empty house down the road, he’s convinced trouble won’t be too far behind.

He’s not wrong. However, it’s not his annoyingly cheerful neighbor he should be worried about, but the danger that follows her to town.

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USA Today bestselling author Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.

With forty-plus books already published, she continues to create characters who are perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy.

Recipient of the ReadFREE.ly 2019 Best Book We've Read All Year Award for "Covering Ollie, the 2015 RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for Best First Book, “Slim To None”, Finalist for the 2017 Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, and Finalist for the 2020 Kindle Book Award with “When Hope Ends”, Freya spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!

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