I'm on tour with
Goddess Fish Promotions for the next few weeks and excited about hanging out at a bunch of great blogs. Today I'm visiting
Unabridged Andra's and sharing an interview with
Polar Day's antagonist Jamie Dzubenko. Jamie's not a very nice person, so I hope he doesn't give Andra any trouble.
I'm giving away a $25 gift card for Amazon or Barnes & Noble to a randomly drawn winner at the end of the tour. To see all my stops and follow along visit Goddess Fish
here.
To help celebrate the release of
Polar Day, I'm offering its prequel
The Turnagain Arm as a free download from today through Friday, 2/13. Click
here to get the story for free and discover the origins of both Polar Night and Polar Day.
Finally, I'm excited to share new releases from two great writers and friends, Cathrina Constantine and Lisa Buie-Collard.
First up, Lisa's The Seventh Man. I am so looking forward to reading this one!
Book description:
When a young writer is kidnapped by a man who can't be seen,
her only hope of escape rests on the one London cop who believes in ghosts.
On a cold, white, before-Christmas day, an
assassin completes a job only to be pursued by police. Dodging through crowded
city streets, the assassin nabs a young woman for cover.
Celia Wight, a reclusive American writer is
shopping between engagements during a book tour. When a knife is pressed
against her back, she loses her tenuous grasp on her carefully controlled
existence.
Assigned to the homicide case, Detective Alban
Thain, of the Metropolitan Police, suspects an assassin he calls the Wraith.
The problem is, only Thain believes the assassin exists. Disregarding the
consequences, Thain, who is the only one who believes there is a connection
between the murder and the kidnapping, will do whatever it takes to exploit the
Wraith’s first and only mistake: the kidnapping of an innocent bystander—if she is innocent.
Available
now in ebook and soft cover on Amazon.com.
About
the Author:
Lisa
is a mother, wife, sister, and daughter, has waited tables, been a dental assistant,
teacher, journalist, gardener and architectural administrative assistant. She's
traveled in Europe, New Zealand, and the US. French and English are her
languages of preference, with a little Spanish on the side. She grew up in
Florida, lived four years in Georgia before moving to Texas for eighteen years.
For the moment, she once again lives in Georgia. She writes full time and has
completed six novels.
Photo
credit: Steven Heddon
Finally,
Don't Forget to Breathe by
Cathrina Constantine is now available! I couldn't wait to download this one to my Kindle. Here is the book info and an intriguing excerpt:
Blurb:
Sixteen-year-old Leocadia arrives home from school to find her mom’s bloody body. Unaware that the killer still lingers, she rushes to her mother’s side, only to be grabbed from behind and then everything fades to black.
After a year of retrograde amnesia and battling personal demons, Leo’s dreams are getting worse—she’s starting to remember. More bodies are discovered and they seem to be oddly linked to her mom’s unsolved homicide.
When Leo allows her friend, Henry to drag her into the haunted Lucien Mansion, misty ghosts appear, ghosts that just might lead to her mother’s murderer.
Will Leo let her memories threaten her into a relapse or, will she fight to find her mother’s killer – only to become his next victim?
Excerpt:
Moonlight played tricks with my eyes as we circumvented gravestones like an obstacle course, and pluming fog licked our legs as misty ghosts danced on marbleized stones. My breath shuddered as Henry bypassed me, leading the way. “Hurry—” he whispered and nudged my shoulder.
I picked up the pace and cranked my head to the left. Dark moving shapes appeared in the distance and moaning floated past my ears, probably the wind or just my imagination? Goose flesh pebbled my skin as I stumbled over an urn. Henry lugged me up urging me on.
“What are we running from?” I gasped quietly so not to wake the dead.
“Them—over there.” Henry jerked his chin, the lenses of his glasses captured raining moonbeams. “I think it’s cops.”
His hand reached back, palm up. I latched hold. “Why would police be patrolling the cemetery?”
We whipped around a mammoth tombstone, a squared foundation for a glorious angel. He halted and threw me unceremoniously to solid concrete. My heartbeat migrated up my esophagus. Henry covered my mouth with his hand. “Sh-h...don’t breathe so loud.”
My pumping lungs slowed as I stabilized my swallows of air. Henry squashed his body into mine. A tad too close. His speedy heartbeat harmonizing with my own while cold leached into my back. I cringed at the discomfort of my head pressed between his chest and the stone.
BUY DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE:
Amazon
Congratulations and best of luck to Lisa and Cathrina!!
