Monday, September 30, 2013

HALLOWEEN FLASH FICTION BASH! #giveaways #books #flashfictionbash #free @KMNbooks

HalloweenFlashFictionBash_mediumCenturies before The Wolfman and Bram Stoker’s Dracula became Halloween favorites, the ancient Greeks and Romans loved tell scary stories about monsters, ghosts and the afterlife.

I’d like to carry on the storytelling tradition at KMN Books Blogspot with the Halloween FLASH FICTION BASH! 

OCT. 1 to Oct. 31. Thirty one days of FREE stories form 31 authors! 

Some of the authors are also giving away extra goodies, and at midnight on Oct. 31st there will be a grand prize drawing. 3 GRAND PRIZES FOR 3 LUCKY WINNERS! 

Don't be late and bring a friend! We promise we won't bite... unless asked. :)


Sunday, September 22, 2013

Warriors: Tales of Honor, Courage & Loyalty #cheapkindlebooks #kindle @CheapKindleBook @DigitalBkToday @AmazonKindle

3 tales in one book! Warriors, who know the meaning of honor, courage, and loyalty! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FCTL1Y8

Love's Eternal Embrace (Medieval Vampire Tale)
One of the Knights of Templar, Liam Cantwell knew his destiny lay elsewhere, but he never thought it would be in the arms of of the legendary Dearg-du. He wants her, but her Love's Eternal Embrace could prove his demise.
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Heart of a Warrior (Goddess Tale/Fantasy)
Trey Brennan knew he was dying, but he awakes in another realm where the goddess Scáthach wants to teach him to be a warrior. He is sure he's dreaming, but what did he have to lose? He would train and he would fight. Perhaps his destiny on the Isle of Skye would also change his path in his world.
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The Devil's Wolf (Historical Romance)
Lady Catrione Johnstone knows of the Devil's Wolf and his ruthless exploits. However, the myth is nothing like the man. In his arms, she forgets he is her enemy. Will the magic of love bring peace to the feuding clans or will it only inflame the hostilities?

Friday, September 20, 2013

At KMN Books: Hell or High Water @JerrieAlexander @KMNbooks #cblspromos #giveaway

Hell or High Water (Lost and Found, Inc. #1)
Hell or High Water (Lost and Found, Inc. #1)
by Jerrie Alexander
Romantic Suspense
Categories: Action/Adventure, Military, Mystery/Thriller
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: August 2, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count/Length: 79,500 words/260 pages

Description:
A woman in danger. A man she loves but can't trust.

When ex-SEAL Nate Wolfe learns a woman from his past is in danger, nothing will stop him from protecting her. Not even her.

Dallas Child Protection Services Investigator Kay Taylor doesn't want or need Nate in her life. But he doesn't seem to understand the word no. He seems to also have forgotten the brand he left on her heart.

When Kay is taken and sold to a monster, the devil himself couldn't stop Nate from doing whatever it takes to find her...but will he be in time?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers. 


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Hell or High Water - Excerpt

Excerpt One

A chill slammed into her. Again, somebody’s eyes on her sent a shiver up her arms. She whirled.

A black Harley was parked down the block. She paused at the rear of the car and stared at the rider. Odd that he’d parked away from the funeral crowd and sat there watching. Damn, the black visor didn’t stop the burn as his gaze bore down on her. Her breath caught. Was this the man who’d saved her? Wearing a black leather jacket and matching helmet, the man sat motionless.

She started toward him, and the rider stepped off the bike. If this was her ninja, she’d demand answers after she thanked him. He turned his back to her and then removed the helmet. His fingers wound through shoulder-length black hair, tying the strands together with a piece of leather. There was something vaguely familiar about him. His movements. His shoulders. His hands.

He turned to face her, and her heart rate raced toward the ozone.

“Hello, Kaycie.”

Ten years of missing Nate Wolfe boiled over. He was here. Really here. She sprang into his arms, clutched his broad shoulders and leaned into his hard-as-a-rock chest. God, his scent, a mixture of leather, woodsy cologne and virile man washed over her. Damn. Her body betrayed her by melting into him.

“Nate,” she whispered into his neck. “You saved me.” Her flesh heated when his large hands flexed against the small of her back and drew her closer.

“Come hell or high water,” he whispered, his warm breath sending heat streaks across her skin.

A split-second passed before memories of his lying tongue using that same phrase so many years ago hit her. A volcano of heartbreak erupted and spewed forth. 

“Don’t touch me,” she spit the words at him while scrambling out of reach. “And don’t you dare say that to me. Ever.”

“You hugged me.” His eyes went wide and he held his hands up in surrender.

Damn him and his Cheshire cat grin. Kay plowed her right fist into his jaw. God, pain shot up her arm. His head barely moved. Still, she relished the snap of his teeth. Obviously, she didn’t hit him hard enough. He rubbed his scruffy jaw while that sexy little smile inched right back up his cheeks.

“Why are you following me?” Her knuckles hurt like hell, but he’d never know.

“What?” He held his hands in front of him, palms up. “No good to see you, Nate? No how you been? No nothing.”

“I’ll try this again, slower. Why. Are. You. Fol—”

“We need to talk.” The fun left his gaze. The sparkle dimmed to seriousness.

She stepped further away and sent him a glare designed to blister his flesh from head to toe. Unaffected, he picked up the cell phone earpiece she’d knocked off and reattached it to his ear while never taking his navy blue eyes off her.

“No, we don’t. Thank you for saving my life. Now do what you do best. Go away.” She spun on her heel. Rubbing her now swelling hand, Kay stalked straight to her waiting friend.

“You okay?” Holly asked over the top of the car before she slid behind the wheel.

“If I didn’t break my fist on his cement jaw, I will be.” Kay stabbed her seatbelt a second time before fastening it properly. She cursed the tears welling. Cursed the feel his warm body imprinted on her breasts. Cursed the memories that sent her heart spinning.

Holly dropped her .380 in her purse.

“Did you take that in church this morning?”

“Yep. God knows I carry. And the law gave me a permit. Glad I had it, because I didn’t know what the hell was going down when you hit him. Who was the hunk?”

“Nate Wolfe.”

“Holy shit. The guy from college?”

“The same. He’s been watching me. I’m sure of it.”

“I should’ve shot him.” Holly punched the gas pedal, ignoring the speed bumps.

“Thanks for having my back. And for getting the concealed carry license.”

“I’m never without protection. Or a gun.” Holly chuckled at her own joke. “Where to?” 

 
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About the Author: The author of The Green-Eyed Doll, The Last Execution, Someone To Watch Over Me, and her new release Hell or High Water, Book 1 in the Lost and Found, Inc., Jerrie lives in Texas, loves sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for her heroes and heroines.

She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other.  She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Autumn Moon Festival, Moon Cakes, and Vampires @KMNbooks #vampires #Free #Kindle



A few of San Francisco landmarks are the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz Island, and Chinatown. There are cable cars and steep rolling hills with a mix of Victorian as well as modern architecture. The city is surrounded on three sides with water and it is common for fog to roll in like a filmy white blanket, especially during the summer months.

San Francisco’s Chinatown is the oldest in the United States and the town draws in more tourists than the Golden Gate Bridge.

The festival is like a Chinese Thanksgiving with the spirit of gratitude. There is plenty of food and of course, the popular moon cake mentioned in Autumn Moon is a favorite. The holiday is also about the bounty of the summer harvest, the legend of the moon, the immortal gods and the elixir of life.

Legend of the Moon Festival

The Moon Festival known as the Zhongqiu Jie in Chinese dates back over 3,000 years ago. There are many legends. Most stories are based on the idea that the goddess Chang'e lives on the moon.

According to legend, Chang'e and her husband were immortals living in heaven. One day, the Jade Emperor's ten sons transformed into ten suns. With so many suns, the earth began to scorch. The Emperor ordered his sons to stop, but they would not listen. The Jade Emperor summoned Houyi for help. Houyi used his legendary archery skills and shot down nine of the sons, but spared one son to be the sun.

The Jade Emperor was not happy about losing his sons and punished Houyi. He sentenced Houyi and and his wife Chang'e to live as mortals on earth. Houyi saw how miserable Chang'e was and searched for the immortal pill.

He met the Queen Mother of the West who agreed to give him the pill. The pill was to be cut in half so Houyi and Chang'e could become immortal, but Chang'e found the pill hidden in a box before Houyi could explain this to her. When Houyi walked in and found her snooping, she became nervous and accidentally swallowed the pill. The overdose caused her to float. Houyi tried to stop her, but couldn't reach her and he didn't want to shoot her down with an arrow. Chang'e kept floating until she reached the moon.

Legend of the Moon Cakes

Another Chinese Moon Festival legend states that moon cakes with paper messages inside were used to organize a coup against the Mongols during the Yuan Dynasty. The Mongols were overthrown on the night of the Moon Festival.

What are Chinese Moon cakes?

Chinese moon cakes are small, baked cakes eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Moon cakes are made with egg yolks and come with a variety of fillings made from bean paste, lotus seeds, fruits, and sometimes even meat. The cakes are round, symbolizing the full moon. They’re made with lard and are a heavy treat. Most share one moon cake with friends.

Chinese Vampires 

The Chinese vampire is called the chiang-shih. As legend states they may appear to look human. There are others that are a green color with long gray hair. This is why I used the contrast for the creatures in this tale. The evil vampires looking more like the hideous creature of nightmares. If only all monsters could be so obvious.

The Chinese believe a person has two souls. The superior soul can leave a sleeping body, appear as the body’s double and walk the earth. However if the two souls remain separated
for long there can be dire consequences.

A chiang-shih is created if the body has suffered a violent death, improper burial or by an incantation.  The transformation is thought to take place prior to burial.

People would protect themselves from the chiang-shih by using salt and of course, like most vampire legends, they used garlic to ward off the living dead. A chiang-shih could be chased away by loud noise and it was believed they could be killed with thunder. If the chiang-shih matured to the white-haired stage and could fly, the creature could only be killed by a bullet or thunder. The body could also be cremated.   

I intertwined the autumn moon festival, the myth of the moon goddess and the legend of the chiang-shih to create this exciting tale in the heart of San Francisco's Chinatown.
 

In celebration of the Moon Festival, AUTUMN MOON is free today only at Amazon Kindle. Enjoy the tale!   

About Autumn Moon:

Jairec's holiday in San Francisco turned into a living
nightmare when he's attacked by a chiang-shih, a Chinese vampire. He has until the end of the Moon Festival to convince Autumn, an herbalist, to hand over the elixir of life. Without it he will become the white-haired demon for all eternity. Only Autumn believes he's delusional. The elixir of life is a legend.



When a mysterious attack leaves the victim drained of blood, Autumn is forced to believe monsters really do exist. The master chiang-shih is raising an army with the intent of taking over Chinatown and he is determined to have Jairec and Autumn at his side.
  
Karen Michelle Nutt's Website

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Ryan's Treasure by Becca Dale @KMNbooks @BeccaDaleAuthor #cblspromos #contest

Ryan's Treasure (Sanctuary #2)
by Becca Dale
Contemporary Paranormal Romance
Categories: Interracial/Multicultural
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date:
July 9, 2012

Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count/Length: 31,000 words/85 pages 


Available at:

Description:
Nadi has no family and no home beyond the puppy mills where she has lived since birth. Freedom calls to her until she cannot resist risking everything for a chance to run. But being free comes with dangers she’s ill-equipped to handle and a guardian who promises to protect her even as his size and brute strength terrify her.

Ryan Jones spends his life rescuing abused women by day and tortured animals by night. Nothing stops him from watching over those smaller or weaker until a half-starved she-wolf leaps between him and the barrel of a gun. In a night of passion with the gorgeous shifter, everything changes. Suddenly, by pack law, he faces an unexpected role that may destroy his image and their future.

Can love enable Ryan’s treasure to come home to his arms?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers. 



About the Author:
Becca Dale writes erotic romance with what many readers consider sweet-heat. She jokingly told her first editor she was naughty enough, but fanshave encouraged her to continue that philosophy. So while her work often carries an erotic heat level, the emotional impact is equally high. It remains Becca’s goal to test and explore reader' fantasies through characters that could be the girl next door or the woman in the mirror, or even the wolf shifter held captive at the puppy mill down the road.

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Ryan’s Treasure – Excerpts
(Okay for All Audiences)

Life is hope. The motto often whispered in the darkest hours urged her onward. She slipped past the sleeping guard, the one called Dane by the humans, Diablo by the animals he supposedly protected. He lolled at his post, sprawled in his chair with his feet up and his head thrown back against the crib wall, throat exposed. A trickle of drool dampened his scruffy beard, and the scent of violence rolled off of him, bitter and oppressive. If she had any strength to spare, she’d rip his throat open for the times he’d left his chair to beat or humiliate the helpless females under his care.

Too weak to attack with only bared fangs, she slunk onward, silent and cautious, hugging the buildings to hide her shadow from the harsh, yellow yard lights. Brittle grass and sharp stones cut the tender pads of her feet, leaving a slick blood trail across the dark farmyard. She had made it outside the shed, but liberty remained beyond the compound. Her pulse drummed loud enough to wake the dead and would not settle; its thump the only sound in the mocking silence. A misstep, a startled night bird, anything could shatter the stillness and destroy her chance.

She stopped and scented the air. Something or someone waited beyond the unguarded gate. The subtle whisper of agitated breaths floated on the breeze. Hesitating, torn between escape and whatever lurked in the tall grass, the bitch crouched low. A coyote’s howl echoed through the long valley, emphasizing the distance between hell and the promise of peace.

Then she saw them. Eyes glowed in the darkness. One, two, twenty pairs attached to unseen enemies. Frightened, she huddled into the niche between the babies’ play yard and the building which housed the nursing mothers. A little one whimpered, and its mother woofed it silent.

She couldn’t stay. Her womb remained barren, and it wouldn’t be long before a bullet ended her misery as it had the suffering of so many through the years. For a fleeting second, death called with sweet relief. Perhaps a similar finish lay beyond the gate in the jaws of hidden beings. Perhaps not. Searching for a path between the unknown creatures, a place to slide though undetected, she waited, trembling with fear and anticipation.

Before the answer came clear, the group rose en masse. Great beasts the likes of which she’d never seen before emerged from the shadows. Fangs gleamed in heavy jaws. Broad hairy monsters with two-inch claws stood upon the legs of men. Growls low and savage rumbled through the group. Then he spoke. The largest of the creatures hushed the others. Get in, free the animals, and get out.

What if we get caught?

Do what you must.

Emancipation had come with glowing eyes and a comforting command.

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Friday, September 13, 2013

Fast cars and a smokin' hot passion...@TCArcher @KMNbooks #cblspromos @LizatCBLS @etopiapress

BOOK DETAILS:
Full Throttle
by T. C. Archer
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Categories: Mystery/Thriller, Sports-Themed
Publisher: Etopia Press
Release Date: July 6, 2013
Heat Level: Sensual
Word Count: 95,000


Available at:
   
Description:
Fast cars and a smokin' hot passion...

Rex intends to own and drive his own car, but that will cost him millions up front. Last season was a disaster, thanks to a nasty break up, but it taught him a lesson and helped sharpen his focus on what he needed to do: Win every race. And stay away from pretty girls. The last thing he needed was to learn that his new head mechanic, Jimmy James, was the gorgeous redhead pin-up walking around his pit like it was some kind of dance floor.

Gail "Jimmy" James is the first female NASCAR mechanic. As if competing in a man's world isn't tough enough, her bombshell figure bellies her genius IQ, and the pit is no place for either. Nothing Jimmy knew about Rex Henderson the driver prepared her for Rex Henderson the man. But Jimmy has no time to dwell on her feelings as strange mechanical problems curse Rex's car. Whether sabotage or her own mistakes, Jimmy must stay one step ahead of trouble if she's going to keep her job, and keep her driver alive...


Excerpt:

Rex pushed open the door to the garage and stepped onto freshly waxed concrete. Despite last year’s sting, his heart raced as it always did at the start of the season when he first laid eyes on the immaculate eight thousand square-foot garage.

A dozen red, five-foot-tall toolboxes stood guard beside the uncluttered workbenches that lined the cinderblock walls. No. 14 sat in the first assembly area on the right, awaiting paint and window netting. Rex slid his gaze along the trunk and over the top of the car. The new Chevy was his ticket to owning a crew next season.

He started forward, then halted when a shapely figure in powder blue coveralls shifted into view. She bent over the engine like a real mechanic. What idiot had left his girlfriend to roam the garage alone? Rex dropped his gaze from the red ponytail to the feminine undercarriage on her fine frame and angled his head to get a better look. He couldn’t see her face, but judging by her body, her boyfriend had taste.

She pressed against the fender and in closer to the engine, straddling the front tire like Daisy Duke at her finest. Ouch! The fabric of the coveralls stretched across the lovely curves of her buttocks, complete with bikini brief panty lines. Rex shook off an unexpected need to hook a finger under those panties.

He crept to the car with panther-like stealth. She hadn’t emerged from the open hood when he leaned a hip against the fender beside her and drawled, “What fool left you alone in my garage, darlin’?” She stilled, and he ran his gaze the length of her five foot four body, then back to her taut rear end. He laughed softly. “You better come out before you get dirty.” Rex shifted his attention to the sparkplug wire she gripped. He straightened in shocked anger. “What the hell are you doing to my car?”

He seized her arm as she started to straighten and yanked her from under the hood. Her head struck the hood with a thunk. She gasped and Rex released her.

“Ouch!” Her hand flew to the top of her head and vigorously massaged the spot. “Why did you do that?”

“No one screws with my—”

She jerked her head around and Rex’s mouth went dry when his gaze met gorgeous brown eyes tinged with fury.

“That hurt!” She shoved back a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail and glared at him.

Those were the eyes a cowboy found only in a dream—and in midnight encounters in front of a wood-burning fire.

The sprinkling of pale freckles across her cheeks scrunched up when she wrinkled her nose. Her eyes narrowed. “Here, hotshot.” She shoved the sparkplug wire into his chest. “You put the plug wires on. You know the firing order of your Chevy V-8?”

Rex raised a brow. “As a matter of fact—”

“Let me get you started,” she snapped as she gave her head another vigorous rub, “one, five, two, eight…”

“Look,” Rex retorted, “no one touches—” A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he whirled to find Duff standing behind him.

“I see you’ve met Jimmy James, our new mechanic,” Duff said.

Rex stared at the buxom figure, then faced Duff. “Mechanic? What the hell were you thinking? Even in those coveralls she doesn’t look like a mechanic. She looks like a…like a…hell, like she belongs on Sex in the City.”

“Hey!” she exclaimed.

“Her qualifications are top notch,” Duff interrupted.

“Why didn’t you just paint her on the hood hugging the damn Cozy fabric softener rabbit?” Rex shot back. “That’d get Cozy to renew their sponsorship for the next ten years.” He pictured her, sheet thrown across breasts and hips, one leg sprawled over the rabbit’s belly. “We’ll get nothing done with her around,” he added tightly.

“Winston doesn’t concur.” Duff turned Rex to face Jimmy. “Jimmy, this is your driver, Rex Henderson.”

“I know who he is.” The lock of hair had fallen across her eye again. She jammed it behind an ear.

“You ought to keep him in his cage.”

Duff chuckled. Rex gave him a thin-lipped scowl, then leaned against the car and crossed his arms over his chest. Jimmy flicked him a withering glare. His groin pulsed.

He ran his gaze down her body before meeting her fiery brown eyes again. “Only if you’ll be my cage-mate.”

She drew a sharp breath and a camera flash lit the garage behind Rex. He whirled in time to catch a second flash in the eyes. Spots raced across his vision, but he made out the figure straightening from a crouch behind a workbench near the side door. The man lifted the camera to his eye and Rex jammed his eyes shut an instant before the flash penetrated his eyelids.

Rex snapped open his eyes and started for the paparazzo. “I’m going to kick your ass!”

The man pivoted toward the side door.

Rex accelerated to a sprint with Duff close behind.

The photographer bolted through the door. “Sex in the City!” He laughed, adding before the door banged shut behind him, “Cage-mates.”

Rex slammed into the door a second later and flung it open as the photographer dove into the passenger seat of a beat up blue Subaru. Rex hit the asphalt at a sprint as the car leaped into gear, passenger door ajar. Rex picked up speed. The Subaru slowed at the end of the building and Rex thought he had him, but the car rounded the corner and accelerated toward the open gate at the entrance.

Dammit. During the off-season, no guard manned the front gate. Rex cursed again and picked up speed. The paparazzo had probably followed him onto the property. He should have closed the security gate after he entered.

The car leaped over the parking lot speed bump and hit the street, tires squealing as it hung a right and zoomed away. Rex slowed and stopped at the curb. The blue compact had reached the end of the block and took a hard left toward the freeway. Damn. He didn’t get the license number.


About the Author:

T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast. Evan has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering, and Shawn is a small business owner. Their collaboration began on a lark with the post WWII film noir story The Pickle My Little Friend, and has evolved into over a dozen works, which includes their new series The Phenom League, and Daphne Du Maurier winner the romantic thriller For His Eyes Only.


Connect with T.C. Archer

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Monday, September 9, 2013

If I Were You @LisaReneeJones #InsideOut #IfIWereYou @KMNbooks #giveaway #free



“If I Were You” will be FREE on xoxoafterdark.com for 30 days starting Sept 9th.   

Giveaway: A signed copy of If I Were You and swag to one lucky winner! All you need to do is leave a comment.

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If I Were You @LisaReneeJones #InsideOut #IfIWereYou @KMNbooks #giveaway #free http://kmnbooks.blogspot.com/2013/09/if-i-were-you-lisareneejones-insideout.html

Blurb for “If I Were You”:
 

The steamy first installment in the ‘Inside Out’ erotic romance trilogy by Lisa Renee Jones, in the bestselling tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey.

When Sara McMillan finds a stack of journals in a storage unit, she’s shocked and enthralled by the erotic life the writer led. Unable to stop reading, she vicariously lives out dark fantasies through Rebecca, the writer—until the terrifying final entry.

Certain something sinister has happened, Sara sets out to discover the facts, immersing herself in Rebecca’s life. Soon she’s working at the art gallery Rebecca worked at and meeting Rebecca’s friends. Finding herself drawn to two dangerously sexy men, the manager of the gallery and a famed artist, Sara realizes she’s going down the same path Rebecca took. But with the promise of her dark needs being met by a man with confident good looks and a desire for control, she’s not sure anything else matters. Just the burn for more.
 

“Revealing Us” releases Tues. the 10th - and celebrating with a twitter party on the 9th starting at 11pm EST (Lots of prizes) so that everyone can start reading at Midnight :) 



Blurb for Revealing Us:
You've discovered Rebecca's secrets. You've discovered Sara's secrets. Now Sara will discover “his” deepest, darkest secrets...but will those secrets bind them together--or tear them apart?



About the Author:  

In 2003, award winning author Lisa Renee Jones sold her Austin, Texas based multi-state staffing agency and has since published over thirty novels and novellas across several genres. Her staffing
agency LRJ Staffing was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.


Her debuts with Blaze and Nocturne hit Bookscan's Top 100 list and her Blaze Hotzone trilogy made a showing on the list in 2011 also. With a new Blaze trilogy, a short story for Spice, the third book in her Zodius series published with Sourcebooks, as well as an rapidly growing indie following, 2012 will bring many new stories to her readers.

Lisa is active on Facebook and Twitter, and you can find her at www.lisareneejones.com.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Halloween Flash Fiction Bash! @KMNbooks #flashfiction #halloween

HalloweenFlashFictionBash_medium Halloween Flash Fiction Bash at KMN Books! For the month of October, I'm looking for Flash Fiction Tales to celebrate Halloween.
Let your creative minds take flight! All post must be 50 to 1000 words with a beginning, middle and end to your tale. (No erotica please. Keep it PG13 :)). Along with your Flash Fiction Tale, you may promote one of your latest releases or dig up an oldie but goodie. :) Giveaways for this event would be fabulous, too!  

What do you need to send me?
1. Flash Fiction post
2. Jpg. of your book and blurb
3. Author bio, and photo(optional)
4. Link to your website and link to order your book  

Don't have an idea for a tale?
Here's some Flash Fiction ideas:

1. Vampire theme: Vampirism is spread by infected sand fleas, making surfing and partying at the beach a very dangerous lifestyle.

2. Zombie theme: A woman gives up her baby for adoption. Years later, her child sets off in search of his/her birth mother. Unfortunately, he’s been dead for six months…

3. Werewolf theme:A werewolf is mistaken for a dog and accidentally sold at a pet store.

4. Loch Ness Monster: A pet store in Scotland sells adorable lizards. Months later, shocked parents discover that their children’s pets are growing… and growing…

5. Creatures: A woman steals a valuable painting, but she is soon confronted by the night watchman who happens to be a gargoyle.

6. The latest diet craze: Kidnapping skinny people and switch your brain with theirs.

7. A psychic medium captures spirits with her mind, and traps them inside a Mason jars. She decides collecting ghosts a selling them is both profitable and fun until...

If you'd like to participate, please contact me to reserve your day!
Contact me at: kmnbooks (at) yahoo (dot) com
Subject line: Halloween Flash Fiction Bash Chat soon, Karen

Thursday, September 5, 2013

The End... or is it? @5princebooks.com @KMNbooks @dmoncrief0131

KAREN: Enjoy a sneak peek of DENISE MONCRIEF'S new release! THE END... or is it?



Genre: Fiction/Romance/Suspense
Release Date: September 5, 2012

The End:
Sometimes the end is only the beginning.

Almost a year after her husband dies, Ellie Marston opens the file for Tab’s last manuscript, a thriller so compelling it reads like a true story. His manuscript needs an ending, so Ellie writes the obvious conclusion. The same morning she types The End, her career as an assistant district attorney falls apart. Accused of throwing the high profile Patterson case, she resigns in disgrace. The only friend she has left in the criminal justice system is Det. Paul Santiago, a man she has worked closely with on numerous cases. While she was married to Tab, she squashed her growing feelings for Paul, determined to make her deteriorating marriage work, but circumstances after Tab’s death bring Ellie and Paul together.

Ellie’s paranoia increases as she becomes convinced Patterson is harassing her, certain that someone is searching her belongings for any hidden evidence she might have that would reopen his case. It becomes clear there was a conspiracy to release Patterson. She seeks help from her former co-worker, Presley Sinclair, but soon discovers Presley is deeply involved in the subsequent cover up. Worse yet, Tab’s affair with Presley drew him into the twisted conspiracy as well.

Together Paul and Ellie attempt to uncover the conspiracy in the District Attorney’s office, the set up that forced her to resign. The key to the mystery is hidden in the pages of Tab’s manuscript. Once Paul and Ellie come to the correct conclusion—Tab’s manuscript is a true story and Ellie’s added ending is the only logical outcome—Ellie attempts to reveal Patterson’s hidden partner in the District Attorney’s office, but the co-conspirator she uncovers is not whom she suspects. Danger swirls around her as she steps further and further into the conspirator’s trap.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Denise wrote her first story when she was in high school—seventeen hand-written pages on school-ruled paper and an obvious rip-off of the last romance novel she read. She earned a degree in accounting, giving her some nice skills to earn a little money, but her passion has always been writing. She has written numerous short stories and more than a few full-length novels. Her favorite pastimes when she’s not writing are spending time with her family, traveling, reading, and scrapbooking. She lives in Louisiana with her husband, two children, and one very chubby dog.




Excerpt of The End:
Tab’s Mac wobbled on the edge of the coffee table in front of me as my fingers tapped out the letters of the final sentence of the final scene as if they had a mind of their own. The idea for the ending had come to me in the middle of the night, and I was determined to finish the project before I forgot what I wanted to write. I hit return and then spaced down and typed The End with a flourish. I didn’t know if writers wrote that at the end of a manuscript, but I did it anyway.
I leaned back on the sofa. A smile should have formed, but it didn’t. I was pleased…but exhausted. The urge to finish Tab’s final project had been satisfied. How did he do this? The process had mutilated every one of my emotions.

He had put a lot of himself into his writing. I’d watched him, absorbed for hours on end, struggling to choose just the right word or just the right sentence structure. He’d tried for years to get an agent or a publisher to read one of his manuscripts. After numerous rejections, he’d send them to the virtual trash bin with an angry jab to the delete button. It appeared like a lot of wasted effort to me.
Thinking about Tab kicked me in the gut once again. He had been dead for almost a year, but his memory could still hit me hard when I least expected it. It’s true. You never get over losing someone you love the way I had loved him.

I was awake late one night the previous week watching Castle on a Netflix disk, when I decided it was time to read Tab’s unfinished masterpiece—well at least it would have been a masterpiece in his humble opinion—if he had discussed it with me. He never mentioned the project. I didn’t even know the manuscript existed until after the accident that took his life. If I hadn’t been searching the hard drive of his Mac for something else, I would have never known about it.

Odd. Tab wasn’t a secretive sort of guy. Was he?

So his unfinished manuscript had remained unread on the hard drive of his Mac for months. I’d put the idea of reading his final words aside, but then I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to read what he left behind.

When I opened the file, I expected to read something sentimental and just a little cheesy, something with a made-for-television happy ending. I expected to cry like a baby when I read his final words. Tab was the most dramatic man I’d ever met.

Instead, I became engrossed in a thriller that read so real I wondered if he had written a true story. All the plot needed was a realistic ending.

And the end came to me in the middle of the night.

It was done now. For better or for worse. I reached for my coffee mug and took a sip, then grimaced. The brew had gone stone cold. I rose from the sofa and slogged into the kitchen to refill my cup and stick it in the microwave. As I waited for the ready beep, the view outside my window captured my attention. A bare limb of an oak tree swayed, easily manipulated by the wind. The weather promised another gloomy, rainy day. I pulled my robe closer around me, but the chill of the morning pierced the terry cloth. I shuddered and headed for my bedroom.

My linens lay on my bed, twisted and tangled from tossing and turning. I had no desire to go to work. Finishing Tab’s masterpiece had drained my energy, and when I finally dragged my butt into the office, I would have to confront my boss. Executive Assistant District Attorney Michael Leads would not be happy with my lack of progress on the Baxter case. Into my second year as an assistant district attorney, I was well aware I had missed my calling. My confidence in the criminal justice system had disappeared. My passion for convicting the right offender put me in constant conflict with a process that had morphed over the years into a system designed for speed rather than accuracy.

With no enthusiasm, I dressed for the day. I chose my best black suit because it matched my mood, but beneath it I wore a bright, cherry red blouse. My power outfit. I needed all the chutzpah I could manage to face Leads’ wrath. It was coming at me, like a hurricane hovering off the coast trying to decide which shore was most vulnerable.

After applying a few final touches to my makeup, I zipped a brush through my hair, made a pretense of brushing my teeth, and swished an ounce of mouthwash. I held my hand over my mouth. My breath still smelled of stale coffee. I looked into the mirror and groaned, then swiped at the toothpaste stain on my lapel with a damp rag before heading toward the living room. After a few minutes of panicked searching, I found my only pair of black heels under the sofa.

I was as ready for my confrontation with Leads as I was ever going to get. My briefcase leaned next to the front door where I’d dropped it the night before. I had planned to review some case files before I went to bed, but once I closed my apartment door behind me, nothing could have motivated me to open my briefcase last night.

The ride to the office was probably the longest of my career. Lights flashed through the windows as the train passed through another station. I held tight to a strap above me because all the seats were full, always a marker of how my day would go. I was running late, and there was no hope for me.
My mind drifted. Instead of mentally listing the things I needed to accomplish at work that day, I dwelt on how I should have chosen a different path for my life and what that path would have been. Had everything I suffered to work my way through college and then law school really been for nothing?

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

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