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Tweet Revenge by Rickard B. DeMille Review

Tweet Revenge: A Dawn Johnson Mystery

by Rickard B. DeMille



Not all criminals are brought to justice.

Sometimes Justice must be brought to them.

The first victim preyed on young girls. Justice visited and he fell prey to African Painted Dogs in a Texas Wildlife Park.

The last victim killed her baby with heroin. Justice administered the same fate to her.

The other victims suffered equally fitting and brutal deaths. For rookie FBI Agent Dawn Johnson, her first case finds her in a “hate triangle” between a boss that wants her gone, a bigoted Texas Sheriff that doesn’t want her at all, and a serial killer that taunts police, 140 characters at a time.

Rickard B DeMille, author of the International Amazon Best Seller HELLFIRE, brings us a new hero named Dawn Johnson, and a new villain called Justice. They engage in a brutal ballet of vengeance and death until . . .

Dawn joined the FBI for the wrong reasons, and her boss wants her transferred out. Rural county Sheriff Bubba Scates doesn’t want anyone messin’ with his investigation, especially a female, African-American, over-educated, caustic, independant FBI Agent. Dawn wants to get back to her private agenda, but no one gets what they want. Except Justice, who continues to execute people he feels have escaped justice from the courts. Justice gets his retribution, and uses social media to publicize his vengeance and taunt police.

However, once Justice has claimed his final victim, things really get interesting. Nothing is as it seems, and no one is certain to survive, as the manhunt concludes and the truth is finally revealed.



My Review:

Tweet Revenge is an excellent police procedural mystery that has my favorite type of protagonist–the broken, misunderstood, misfit who carries deep and traumatic secrets with her. In this case, Dawn is not only trying to break the glass ceiling of the mainly male-dominated FBI, but she is also a woman of color. Two strikes against her. Add to this the fact that she was badly injured attempting a heroic bust of two robbers one hour after she graduated from the Academy and the veteran FBI agents now view her as a hot-head. Plus, she carries a painful secret around with her. A secret that has negatively influenced every aspect of her life since the “death” of her father. Dawn is intriguing and definitely a character that I would like to see more of.

The plot of Tweet Revenge is also a fun and creepy mystery revolving around a vigilante, aptly self-named Justice, who tweets his murders, step-by-step, mocking the ‘incompetent’ police along the way. Justice’ motives for the murders that he commits make a reader think about what actually constitutes justice in the American legal system. How do these criminals get off so easily? Why is the legal system so flawed? Are we, as citizens and neighbors, responsible for meting out justice ourselves? Where do you draw the line? Since I love mysteries that are well-written, thought-provoking, and offer sympathetic characters, I am giving this a Five Star rating! I plan on reading more from Rickard DeMille:)


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Rickard B DeMille is a member of ITW, the International Thriller Writers Association. He is also a Co-Organizer of the Frisco Writers Group, and a member of the North Dallas Screenwriters.

After serving in the Marines Corps as a commissioned officer, author Rick DeMille started a career in information systems and currently manages the technology department for a small energy company in the Dallas area.

His interest in writing was revived when he wrote a Y2K guide which was distributed over the Internet by an outdoor supply company. He next began writing short stories, several of which were published online by websites such as BeWrite.com. His short stories won various contests, including those sponsored by ‘Darklines,’ ‘Eros and Rust,’ and Magellan Books from Australia who also included one of his short stories in the ADUMBRA anthology.

He self-published OF SINNERS AND LIBERALS, a humourous look at how liberalism would have changed history. He has also published his Masters’ Thesis, BIBLE STUDY: DEFENDING DANIEL. A reexamination of historical, linguistinc, and anthropological facts relating to the Book of Daniel from the Bible.


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Story Time with Mary Fan and Tash McAdam

StoryTime is a tri-annual event created by Glass House Press. All proceeds from the StoryTime events will be donated to SDDAS Spirit Fund, a nonprofit society dedicated to giving homeless animals the medical care they need. For more information, visit their website at sddac.com/donations.asp.



In Mary Fan’s second novella from Glass House Press, a teen girl wakes up in an icy cell, alone and frightened. She has no memory of who she is or how she came to be there.

She does know that she must get out, at all costs. And that escape must start with remembering the simple things – her own name. Her place of origin. Her possible powers.

When a group of dark magicians reveal themselves to be her captors, she finds herself in the clutches of those who will stop at nothing to uncover the secrets locked within her lost memories. With her life fading under their merciless spells, the need to escape becomes dire.

But can she get out when she doesn’t even know who she is? Can she count on one unlikely ally for help? Or is it already too late for her, a girl without a name?

Tell Me My Name introduces the main characters in Mary’s new fantasy series, Fated Stars, with the first book, Windborn, due in late 2015.


About Mary Fan:

Mary Fan is a hopeless dreamer, whose mind insists on spinning tales of “what if.” As a music major in college, she told those stories through compositions. Now she tells them through books—a habit she began as soon as she could pick up a pencil. Flynn Nightsider and the Edge of Evil follows a well-received debut novel, a space opera titled Artificial Absolutes (2013), and is the first in the Flynn Nightsider series. Mary would like to think that there are many other novels in her bag, and hopes to prove that to the world as well.

Mary lives in New Jersey and has a B.A. from Princeton University. When she’s not scheming to create new worlds, she enjoys kickboxing, opera singing, and blogging about everything having to do with books.

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Telepaths, torture, mindwipes … the Institute has it all, and they use each of their brainwashed children as weapons, the way they see fit. To control society, repress its people. To make certain that they stay in power, no matter the cost. Serena’s baby brother Damon is one of those children, and these days he’s so altered that he doesn’t even recognize her.

When it comes to getting Damon away from those who kidnapped him, there’s nothing Serena won’t do. Even if she has to kill him to save him. First, though, she must prove to her father that she has what it takes to be a soldier against the insidious threat of the Institute. Her first mission has to be perfect.

But with inaccurate intelligence, unexpected storms, and Gav Belias, people’s hero of the Watch, on the prowl, will she even survive? If she doesn’t succeed, they’ll never let her go after her brother.

And that would be unthinkable, when it was her fault that he was taken in the first place.

Slam is Tash McAdam’s first work with Glass House Press, and serves as a prequel to her series The Psionics, with the first book, Maelstrom, due in 2015.


About Tash McAdam:

Tash McAdam’s first writing experience (a collaborative effort) came at the age of eight, and included passing floppy discs back and forth with a best friend at swimming lessons. Since then, Tash has spent time falling in streams, out of trees, learning to juggle, dreaming about zombies, dancing, painting, learning Karate, becoming a punk rock pianist, and of course, writing.

Tash is a teacher in real life, but dreams of being a full-time writer, and living a life of never-ending travel. Though born in the hilly sheepland of Wales, Tash has lived in South Korea and Chile and now calls Vancouver, Canada home.

Maelstrom, the first book in The Psionics, is Tash’s first published work. Visit the website or facebook for news, gossip, and random tidbits about Tash’s adventures.

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Crowdtap and my Pork Chop recipe


I recently joined a website called Crowdtap that offers free samples and prizes in exchange for product advertisement. Last week, I received a coupon for a free jar of Ragu sauce. Since I’m not crazy about red sauce, I chose the Roasted Garlic Parmesan white sauce.

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I was asked to write a NEW recipe for this sauce but I’m old-school and from the Mid-West. We love pork chops in Missouri so I decided to try a dish with pork chops and white sauce. My kids and I primarily eat chicken and fish so this was a new endeavor for me. Going with my mom’s suggestion, I tried pounding the Pork Roast Butt first. I’m impatient so it didn’t get pounded very well, lol.

photo (1)Next, I dipped the chops in milk then rolled them in flour, garlic powder, onion powder, salt and pepper. You can add any spices that you like!



After they were thoroughly covered with a coating of flour and spices, I placed them in a frying pan that had a small amount of oil in the bottom.  I fried the chops until the juices ran clear. Just to be safe, I used a knife to cut into the pork chop to make sure that the inside of the chop was now white.

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For sides, I would have liked to serve something healthy like asparagus or couscous but my kids wanted mashed potatoes and golden corn. So that’s what we had. In the picture, I pour the Ragu sauce over the pork chops and serve. In real life, I poured that sauce on almost EVERYTHING on my plate! I’ve got to be honest, it was delicious! It tasted like Alfredo with a slight aftertaste of garlic. Delicious!

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The Night House by Rachel Tafoya Excerpt and Giveaway!


This week, we are revealing the first chapter for

The Night House by Rachel Tafoya

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Bianca St. Germain works at a Night House, a place where vampires like the aristocratic Jeremiah Archer, pay to feed on humans, and she doesn’t much care what others think of her. The money is good, and at least there, she’s safe. Bianca also doesn’t care that the Night House is killing her. All she cares about is: nauth, the highly addictive poison in vampire bites that brings a euphoria like no drug ever could.

But when Bianca meets James, a reclusive empath who feels everything she does, for the first time, she considers a life outside of the Night House and a someone worth living for. But Jeremiah has decided to keep Bianca for himself; he won’t allow her to walk away.

As she allows her feelings for James to grow, she struggles to contain nauth’s strong hold on her life. If they are to have a future, James must make her see what she’s worth, what she means to him, before Jeremiah and nauth claim her for good.

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Author: Rachel Tafoya


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The Night House
Rachel Tafoya



It’s been one day since I last had nauth.
A chill is starting to set into my bones. As some giant carelessly spills orange and red over the sky, I hurry back to the Night House. This tiny black pillowcase that I call a dress is tighter than it should be, and I’m in heels that force me to walk on my toes. I never took ballet, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been walking on pointe since I came to Philly.
When I reach the building, the sun is long gone. My boss, Finn, waits behind the black double doors. I can’t see him, but I can feel him—or maybe I’m just used to his grimace greeting me. My shoes click against the stone steps. I love that sound. Sometimes I spend my days just listening to everyone walk by. The click, thud and slap of shoes are the real soundtrack of the city.
But the Night House is quiet.
Finn opens the door for me with a scowl. He could be beautiful like the others, if he tried, but he is the laziest vampire I have ever met.
“Bianca St. Germain.” His voice is bored, as usual. “You’re late.”
“Figured you’d rather I take my time than break my ankle in these shoes.” I breeze past him. The chilly night air follows me in, pawing at my back like a neglected pet.
“I can fix ankles,” Finn is still facing the door like I haven’t moved. “Your pitiful lack of manners, however … ”
I shrug him off. “It’s a couple of minutes, cut me some slack.”
“This isn’t high school, Bianca. You’re not a teenager when you’re in here.”
“Sorry, I’ll start investing in stocks or something. That’s what old people do, right?”
He huffs in my direction as I feel my way around the darkness. The whole place is pitch black until the thin hallway forks. To my left, pale blue lights beckon the customers. I go right, through the heavy curtain that leads to the girls’ rooms. Vampires with their night vision don’t need guidance, but I’m fairly certain every girl has tripped at least once down here.
The doors are nearly invisible except for the strips of space at the bottom where they don’t quite reach the floor. Those spaces cast light on my feet as I teeter past on these impossible heels. They’re new, and I’m still breaking them in, but I’ve never felt this tall before.
I hear scuffling and shifting behind those doors. The other girls hide in their rooms all day. They don’t understand why I still crave the sunlight, why I don’t make my room my little home and never leave until I’m called. That’s what Finn wants me to do, what the girls think I should do, but I would rather sleep on the cracked unyielding sidewalks of Philly than in the Night House. I would rather be homeless than call this place home.
When I find my room, I turn the knob and bump my hip into it. It opens with a groan. My door has been broken for at least three months. Finn keeps saying he’ll fix it, but he couldn’t care less and we both know it. Still, I keep bugging him. I can’t give up that easily.
My room is like two closets that had the walls knocked out between them. A bed is nestled in the corner. Most of my important stuff is underneath there, like sketchbooks, novels and accessories to hide my scars. One wall is dominated by a large mirror with huge lights, like an actress might have for her dressing room. Though I’m sure an actress would have working lights. I slump into the folding chair and rest my fish-netted legs on the dresser. Makeup and various beauty tools—eyeliner, lipstick, blush—lay scattered over it. This is the only time I can bear to look at myself. Right before I become another person.
I start with the lips. Blood red, the way they like it. Then I frame my eyes in black so that the green pops. I don’t need to do anything to appear pale. That one comes naturally. But I smooth my face with lotion and foundation, and then add rosy cheeks. When I unravel my scarf, I have to close my eyes. That way, when I open them, I can pretend it’s someone else’s neck covered with scars. Some crazy girl with her makeup on. The scars are nearly invisible, thanks to Finn and his healing blood, but I can still see clumps of white scar tissue, just a shade paler than my skin. I hate not being able to cover my scars with anything—makeup doesn’t taste good.
When I am done with makeup, I change out of my dress and tights and heels and put on an awful old corset. Each girl has at least one old-fashioned outfit because sometimes vampires prefer to live in the old days. We all have different specialties. My friend Alex is all about the 1950s. I got stuck in the 19th century.
Tonight, I have an appointment with Jeremiah, and he’s very old and very proper but he’s not above throwing a tantrum if I’m not perfectly in period. Jeremiah is a regular here. For a while, he used to switch between the girls until I showed up. He’s something of a collector, and when he found out I had AB negative, he became my regular. Apparently AB neg means something, or that’s what Finn told me anyway. It’s tricky having the same guy come by all the time because you start to know each other. That doesn’t make it easier. I wish they were all strangers. Unfortunately, I know Jeremiah very well.
So I put on this musty old dress with frills and lace and after it’s on, I am a dusty layer cake. I hate Jeremiah, but he pays nicely so I always get a tip from him. That means a new sketchbook, or maybe I’ll treat myself to a cupcake.
Finn knocks on my door even though it’s open. “Jeremiah is here.”
I stifle a groan and meet his gaze.
He gives me a once over. “Fix your hair.”
“One hundred strokes, right?”
“He’s in the Fire Room.” Finn leaves before I can say anything else.
I pick up my paddle brush and make my hair as flouncy as I can, but it’s thick and heavy and sits the same way no matter what I do to it. It could take hours to make my hair salon styled. Besides, it’s fine the way it is. Maybe not 1800s fine, but Jeremiah will have to deal. It’s not my hair he comes for, anyway.
I step out of my room, and I feel like I walked out of Sense and Sensibility. I like Jane Austen. She writes happy endings.
I hate Jeremiah.
The hallway takes me past all the doors which start to open, like night-blooming flowers. Alex flashes a smile. Her hair is full of curlers. Jessie tries to zip up her dress by herself even though we all know she can’t. Yvonne runs between her room and Jordan’s, trying to decide which shoes to wear. Both pairs are ugly.
I take the back way into the lounge, away from the front doors. One of Finn’s guys waits by the entrance. He is even less animated than Finn, which is hard to accomplish. He’s probably well paid with some name like Tank or Gunn. We both pretend this isn’t awkward, and he lets me through.
Yet another hallway lies ahead. Another thick set of curtains separates the lounge from the rooms, but I can see a bit of the blue lights on the other side. There, one of the luckier girls gets to pretend she isn’t vamp food in order to be the hostess, taking names. There, vampires sit idly on a long winding couch, tapping their feet, waiting their turn, while they ignore their thirst. There, Finn handles all the customers and tells them to be patient while the girls get ready. Then we can sneak into the rooms and appear like we’ve been there all along. We’ll ask sweetly, “What took you so long?” and they’ll blame Finn, but they’ll thank him later.
Inside the Fire Room, creatively named for being the only room with a fireplace, is where it starts. My hunger. It is different from the vamps’. It is a void, embedded deep in my veins, which can never be filled.
The word echoes in my head and sends chills down my spine.
I want it.
I want it now.
But I must be patient and distract myself by taking in the decorations in the Fire Room. It really seems like it was transported straight from some Victorian’s living room. From the stiff baroque curtains and the velvet couch, to the unused silverware sitting on the dark wooden table, I blend right in.
This is one big show for the vampires. The whole Night House feels like a movie set. I am an actress. Finn directs us. Still, I know it’s real. So I face the fire and let it warm my skin as I wait for everything to get too close.



Rachel Tafoya

Rachel Tafoya studied creative writing while at Solebury School and was published in their student run literary magazine, SLAM. She attended a writing program for teens at both Susquehanna University and Denison University, and the Experimental Writing for Teens class and Novels for Young Writers program, both run by NY Times bestselling author, Jonathan Maberry. Rachel is the daughter crime author Dennis Tafoya.


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The Devil’s Liege by Danielle DeVor Review and Giveaway!!

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The Devil’s Liege



Being a vampire isn’t all it’s cracked up to be- in fact, it kind of sucks.

After surviving his duel with Lilith, Mathias thought that he could relax. That is until he discovers that, Nossy, the new king, has been kidnapped.

When the investigating vampires seem to have no clue how to rescue Nosferatu, Mathias must step in. Everything is peachy until Mathias is named the next new king in order to stop the man behind Nossy’s kidnapping from taking over the throne.

Suddenly, his life is not his own again, and Mathias must make a choice: risk his life to find his friend, or sit back and watch disaster unfold.

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My Review

This book was both an entertaining and an interesting read. It was difficult for me to figure out what genres this book could be classified in exactly. Aspects of young adult, paranormal, and urban mingled throughout the pages. And as we all know, these are my top favorite genres because anything can possibly happen and the stories are almost larger than life. So I eagerly devoured this book to watch how author Danielle DeVor would create vampires and bats and devils.

I thoroughly enjoyed the inclusion of famous characters of myth and legend, such as Nostradamus, Lilith, Vlad, and Azazel who can all be found throughout literature. Adding a slightly more modern element to them was fun to watch as they still cavorted through Time and Humanity and Life causing havoc.

One aspect of the book I would have liked to see more of was short paraphrasing of what happened in Book One. I both love and dislike when there are people and events hinted at but not completely told about. Love because it is so exciting thinking that I will have ANOTHER book like this that will fill in even more of the story. Dislike because I’m that reader who has to know everything NOW, lol. Impatient:)

But I was suddenly happy and intrigued again as my idea of a vampire was horribly mangled into a more exciting and dangerous creation. Then, the winged and clawed creature got to solve a mystery and I was totally sold! I am going to have to go back and get Book One!



Danielle DeVor

DanielleDeVorAuthorPhotoDanielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.

Danielle has been on a writing roll this year! With the release of Tail of the Devil, Constructing Marcus and Sorrow’s Point she already has three books out.


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Embellished to Death by Christina Freeburn Review and Giveaway


Embellished to Death
by Christina Freeburn



When Faith Hunter agrees to help PI Bob Roget find an identity thief at a local scrapbook retreat, her friendly croppers’ weekend quickly morphs into a dangerous one. As croppers share their own memories, a killer collects them for her new identity, and doesn’t appreciate Faith in the picture. Faith struggles to balance her professional, detecting and personal lives as threats and secrets keep her off-balance. Things turn deadly when a woman is killed and Faith is blackmailed. Truth and lies collide when Faith discovers croppers aren’t the only ones embellishing, and the results might end her life.



My Review:

Four years ago, my house burnt down. We lost almost everything except for my pictures and a couple of scrapbooks that I had been working on. I am always thankful that, of everything we lost, my children’s baby pictures weren’t one of the casualties. So, of course, Christina Freeburn’s scrapbooking series really hits a soft spot in my heart. The loving references to cutters, ribbon, pens, glitter, plastic bins, beloved pictures, etc. are a wonderful reminder to me of my truly good fortune after the fire, and of course, the countless hours my sister and I spend chatting and scrapping. Freeburn’s characters are just like the women–both family and friends–that I scrap with, some closely-bonded, others bickering, but all women and friends at heart.

Besides the fun theme of this cosy mystery series, however, is the attraction of Freeburn’s mad writing skills. Embellished To Death is so fast-paced that the reader will have to stop and catch her breath occasionally. Protagonist Faith is hiding a deep, dark secret, her boyfriend Steve has a tumultuous relationship with his father, their friend and P.I. Bob and his life partner Garrison are dealing with homophobe issues, there is an identity thief crashing the cropping convention, one of the convention hostesses is trying to curb her alcohol problems, a brutish P.I. keeps roughing Faith up, and bodies are dropping everywhere. And the red herrings are too numerous to count. Almost anyone could be the identity thief and/or murderer. This truly is a five star book!!!



The Villain’s Voice

By Christina Freeburn

Usually when readers, and even writers, think of the villain’s voice being in the story it means the villain has a point-of-view in the book. We see the world through their eyes, hear their thoughts, and in a way become a witness to the horror and evil doings they commit. The villain has a vocal role in the book like the heroine and hero. The antagonist’s journey is on the page right along with the protagonist.

Another way for the villain’s voice to come through is in the background of the story. This method is used for first person point-of-view stories when only the heroine or hero’s voice is used for relating the events in the book. In the current book I’m working on, I found bringing out the villain’s true self in the background was more important because the motivation drove the story even more than the actions of the murderer. I also ran into a snag when I started dealing with three villains in the book, rather than one. At times I became confused because I didn’t know which bad guy was the true evil in the book.

I realized the problem resided in the fact I didn’t know enough about each antagonist. I knew the motive, the character name, the job, likes and dislikes, all surfaces items that kind of read like a boring personal ad. I needed more. These characters needed more for their real selves to come through. They were villains readers would love to hate.

But, there was more to these people than what I knew when I originally wrote them into life. When I delved deeper into their emotional state, explored the hopes and dreams they had for their life, why they were driven to make certain choices, my outlook on the story shifted. The story became stronger and deeper when the antagonists turned into flawed, selfish, insecure individuals instead of an evil villain born seemingly without a conscience. It’s not easy for a writer when a villain turns out not to be as bad as you envisioned them. It makes you feel for them, empathize in their struggle, and feel a tad bit guilty when you have to bring them to justice. When I regret what has to happen to the villain, I know I did my job well.


Christina Bio002Author Bio:

The Faith Hunter Scrap This Mystery series brings together Christina Freeburn’s love of mysteries, scrapbooking, and West Virginia. When not writing or reading, she can be found in her scrapbook room or at a crop. Alas, none of the real-life crops have had a sexy male prosecutor or a handsome police officer attending.

Christina served in the JAG Corps of the US Army and also worked as a paralegal, librarian, and church secretary. She lives in West Virginia with her husband, children, a dog, and a rarely seen cat except by those who are afraid or allergic to felines.


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Webpage: www.christinafreeburn.com

Blog: www.theselfrescueprincess.wordpress.com

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Crossing The Line by Frederique Molay Review and Giveaway


Crossing The Line

by Frederique Molay


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It’s Christmas in Paris and Chief of Police Nico Sirsky has an uneasy feeling that something is very wrong with the case he’s investigating. He and his team of crack homicide detectives follow the clues from an apparent suicide, to an apparent accident, to an all-out murder as an intricate machination starts breaking down. Just how far can despair push a man? How clear is the line between good and evil? [provided by the publisher]



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A richly descriptive ‘police procedural’, Crossing the Line is an entertaining and exciting British mystery that will keep the reader guessing from the first clue to the last. Author Frederique Molay does a brilliant job of breathing life into all of her characters, minor and major. In doing so, she allows the reader to become wrapped up in the lives of said characters so that it is virtually impossible to stop reading after just one book–the series must be devoured. Along with the developing story lines, Molay has come up with a delightfully gruesome and intriguing murder.

Molay lets the reader explore France through her eyes. It’s a wonderful, old, romantic country that deserves a book, a series, a whole host of books written about it. Cobble stones, old buildings, the Louvre, Montparnasse, Luxembourg Gardens, the avenues crowded with bakeries and various shops. As a bonus, we also get behind-the-scenes views of the Paris police and their operations, which was what drew me into this story. Not only is the murder of Bruno Guedj on the police roster but also the mystery of some brazen jewel thieves. I have to give this book five stars!!


frederique-molayAUTHOR BIO:

Called, “the French Michael Connelly,” Frédérique Molay graduated from France’s prestigious Science Po
and began her career in politics and the French administration.
She worked as chief of staff for the deputy mayor of Saint-Germain-en-Laye,
and then was elected to the local government in Saône-et-Loire.
Meanwhile, she spent her nights pursing a passion for writing she had nourished since she wrote her first novel at the age of eleven.
The first in the Paris Homicide series, The 7th Woman,
won France’s most prestigious crime fiction award and went on to become an international bestseller,
allowing Molay to dedicate her life to writing and raising her three children.

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Anne Trager loves France so much she has lived there for 27 years and just can’t seem to leave. What keeps her there is a uniquely French mix of pleasure seeking and creativity. Well, that and the wine. In 2011, she woke up one morning and said, “I just can’t stand it anymore. There are way too many good books being written in France not reaching a broader audience.” That’s when she founded Le French Book to translate some of those books into English. The company’s motto is “If we love it, we translate it,” and Anne loves crime fiction, mysteries and detective novels.



Tuesday, September 16
Review + Giveaway at 

Wednesday, September 17
Review + Giveaway at 
Finding Time To Write

Thursday, September 18
Review + Giveaway at 
The Discerning Reader

Saturday, September 20
Review + Giveaway at 
Valli’s Book Den

Wednesday, September 24
Review + Giveaway at Books Are Cool

Thursday, September 25
Review + Excerpt + Giveaway at 
I Am, Indeed

Friday, September 26
Review + Giveaway at 
Bookish Wanderlove

Saturday, September 27
Review + Excerpt + Giveaway at Book Nerd

Thursday, October 2
Review + Guest-Post + Giveaway at
Musings of a Writer and Unabashed Francophile

Friday, October 3
Spotlight + Giveaway at 
Deal Sharing Aunt

Saturday, October 4
Review + Giveaway at Queen of All She Reads

Sunday, October 5
Review + Giveaway at 
Words And Peace

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Forward to Camelot by Susan Sloate and Kevin Finn Cover Reveal, Guest Post, and GIVEAWAY

Time-Travel / Thriller
Date Published: October 31, 2013

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On the 50th anniversary of the JFK assassination comes a new edition of the extraordinary time-travel thriller first published in 2003, now extensively revised and re-edited, and with a new Afterword from the authors.
On November 22, 1963, just hours after President Kennedy’s assassination, Lyndon Johnson was sworn in as President aboard Air Force One using JFK’s own Bible. Immediately afterward, the Bible disappeared. It has never been recovered. Today, its value would be beyond price.

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Sci-fi Tour
Are you interested in reading about futuristic societies where there are aliens and space travel, technological advancement, robots and utopias? If so, then check out the books that were featured on this 
Sci-Fi Tour! 
September 2nd – Launch


September 3rd – Halfskin and Clay by Tony Bertauski hosted at Beck Valley Books

We’re often convinced if we just get this, whatever this is, our suffering will end. Yet with all of today’s advancements, why does utopia still seem to be something achievable only after death while dystopia our human inheritance?

Can technology change this?

Suppose that medical bioengineers invent a synthetic stem cell, a biomite, that can replace any cell in your body…


Halfskin (Halfskin, #1)Halfskin
(Halfskin #1)
Biomites are artificial stem cells that can replace any cell in your body. No more kidney failure, no severed spines or blood disease. No cancer. Pharmaceuticals become obsolete. With each dose of biomites, we become stronger, we become smarter and prettier.We become better.

At what point are we no longer human?

Clay (Halfskin, #2)Clay
(Halfskin #2)

This psychological thriller will keep them second-guessing every move while they elude Marcus Anderson and the governing agency that seeks to rid the world of biomites. But in the end, they’ll all discover just how deep the betrayal goes.

Tony Bertauski: During the day, I’m a horticulturist. While I’ve spent much of my career designing landscapes or diagnosing dying plants, I’ve always been a storyteller. My writing career began with magazine columns, landscape design textbooks, and a gardening column at the Post and Courier (Charleston, SC). However, I’ve always fancied fiction.And I’m a big fan of plot twists.


September 4th – The Glory by Mister JMI hosted at Nocturnal Predators Reviews
In need of Glory 

Frustrated and embarrassed by its struggle to defeat the Tikal rebels, the United States Space Force dumped its resources into the development and construction of a new class of warship. After nine years of research and development, trial and error, the final product was beyond impressive. Integrating the bleeding-edge of current technologies and completely inventing new ones, the new warship was an absolute marvel. The ship was a perfect harmony of the highest levels of speed, agility, weaponry and defensive capabilities. The awe-inspiring warship was leaps ahead of everything else in the known universe…

The GloryThe Glory
(The Glory #1)
579 Pages
The Glory and it is a fun, funny, exciting, character-driven sci-fi book that follows Adam Whitlock in his journey to join the United States Space Force in hopes of becoming captain of The Glory, the best ship in the fleet. Meanwhile, brewing tensions between the humans and a group of alien races is on the verge of becoming a full-scale war.

Founder of Fictitious Fox Publishing, author of The Glory and owner of a sweet head of hair, Mister JMI is a longtime lover of the art of storytelling.

At the age of 12, Mister JMI knew he wanted to become a writer. Unfortunately, his dream was delayed for over a decade to suffering from a severe case of chronic procrastination. Now fully recovered, Mister JMI is ready to unleash a deluge of exciting, funny and fantastic stories for your entertainment.

So sit back, relax and enjoy.

Would you like a receive a copy of The Glory? Send an email request to this email.

September 5th – Parched by Georgia Clark hosted at Mythical Books

How to Research A Sci-Fi Novel 

(if You Know Nothing About Robots) 

I did a ridiculous amount of research for my second novel, Parched. So much so that when compiling it all for this guest blog post for the Prism book tour, I found myself wondering 1. I am crazy and 2. If knowing it was going to take as much time as it did, if I’d do it all again. (Answers are ‘yes’ and ‘yes’).

My jumping off point for Parched was this: a girl in love with a robot. What did I know about robots? Well, I’d seen Bladerunner a few dozen times…

312 Pages
Robots, renewable resources, and romance get tangled together in this thrilling futuristic adventure novel about a utopian city struggling to keep its peace.

“Bold futurist adventure with unusual romance, riveting action and ominous ecological red flags.” —Kirkus Reviews

Georgia Clark is an Australian writer and performer based in Brooklyn. She is the author of the young adult novels SHE’S WITH THE BAND (Allen & Unwin) and sci-fi/romance PARCHED (Holiday House). Widely published online and in print. Won some awards/grants/residencies. Has a play on at the NY Fringe festival. Pretty keen on cheese plates. 

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My First Story by Jordan Clubbs–a free short story

My  17-year-old daughter wrote this for her creative writing class in high school. I thought it was so good that I wanted to share it with my readers. I typed it exactly how she wrote it so there are some grammatical errors. ENJOY!


My First Story

by Jordan Clubbs

I was never comfortable in my dad’s basement. It was all white walls and concrete floors. His roommate lived down there, Chuck or something like that. He was a fat man, tall and bald with glasses that took up half his face. I don’t know why, but every time I looked him in the eyes, I always got an uneasy feeling in my stomach. There was just something about him that made me want to look away, run away, and never look back. But he was my dad’s roommate and he was living in that basement for a while, regardless of how creeped out he made me.


One day, my dad and I went down into the basement to do some laundry. Chuck wasn’t home so it was quiet and the lights were off. My dad flipped the switch and I saw something black out of the corner of my eye. I twisted my head quickly to see what it was but whatever it had been had disappeared behind the water heater. I looked up at my dad, me standing at about 3 feet tall, considering I was only 8 years old, trying to read from his face if he had seen it too. He just kept walking to the laundry room, no sign of anything but determination to clean his clothes. I watched him walk into the small room in the corner and turned back to the water heater, my feet glued to the ground. I felt my breathing get heavier and my heart beat faster, asking myself if I should really go see what was behind the heating unit. Finally, my feet started working again and I crept over to the big hunk of metal sitting in the corner adjacent to the laundry room. I slowly made it to the heater and peeked around it, seeing nothing at first. Then, in the very back, I saw a tail. It was black and thin with some fur clinging to the skin. I stood very still, wondering if it was a rat or maybe even a kitty. I turned back to the laundry room, hearing the washing machine kick on. When I turned back to the tail, a small black, furry face was inches from mine. I jumped back, falling on my butt. My eyes grew wide as I looked into the endless black that was this creature’s eyes. It stared at me, standing on two legs like a person. The thing was not much taller than me, a lot skinnier though. It had fur all over its body and hunched over like its back was crooked. I stared back into eyes, my heart beating even faster, until I heard my dad coming out of the laundry room. I turned to see the door opening as he pushed it with a basket full of clean laundry. I looked back only to see that the creature was gone. I sat there, silently for a moment, thinging that I must have just seen something. That it wasn’t real at all.

The next day, I sat at the top of the stairs, waiting for my dad to gather all his newly dirty laundry that needed to be washed. I wanted to see if there was actually something down there and what exactly it was. He finally came up behind me, his arms full of clothes, and nodded at me to head down the stairs. Chuck, again, was not home. He hadn’t been home since yesterday. Dad didn’t tell me where he was and I didn’t ask.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs again, I saw something shoot behind the water heater as we flipped on the lights. I darted over to it, peeking behind it to see if the small animal was there again.

“What the heck are you doing over there?” my dad asked, watching me squeeze myself behind the heater.

“Looking for the kitty,” I replied, looking around through the spider webs and dust bunnies.

He ignore me and shook his head, going into the laundry room as he did the day before. I got down on my hands and knees and saw the tail again, pulling on it. The thing turned around and bared its teeth, ready to bite my hand. I pulled back quickly, afraid it was trying to eat me. The small creature then closed its mouth, tilting its head to the side.

“Huunnngggrrryyy,” it whispered to me, its eyes looking directly into mine. I gasped, ready to scream at the top of my lungs when my dad called my name, telling me to come back upstairs with him. I backed away from the animal and ran upstairs after my dad.

Later that day, Chuck came home with a girl. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days and she might have been homeless. He muttered something about his new “girlfriend” and shuffled downstairs, pulling her along with him. I was confused but didn’t think it was at all important, going back to waching my cartoons. I heard a loud thump from downstairs and frowned at the basemend door. Did Chuck or his girlfriend just fall? Should I tell my dad? Should I go down there? I decided that unless I heard someone crying or yelling I should just ignore it. So, I went to the basement door, pressing my ear against it to hear better.


It was that animal thing again! It was talking to Chuck and his girlfriend! So it must be real. I pressed my ear harder to the door, trying to hear anything.

“Yes, I know you’re hungry, thats why I brought you a snack,” Chuck said quietly. I heard some shuffling noises and the sound of claws against concrete. Then, I heard the most terrifying noise I have ever heard in my entire life. A snap followed by a short scream and sounds of gnashing teeth on meat. I pulled away from the door and looked at it, horrified. If what I thought had just happened actually did happen, then Chuck was a murderer.

I ran into the kitchen where my dad was making dinner, and started pulling on his shirt.

“Dad, I heard something in the basement! You gotta come, quick!” I yelled, yanking him harder.

“Sweetheart, it was probably nothing. Chuck has his new girlfriend down there. Maybe they just dropped something,” he answered, stirring something in a pan on the stove.

“No, you don’t understand, I think his girlfriend is DEAD,” I said quieter, looking up at him with tears in my eyes. He just stared down at me, frowing.

“Why would you think such a terrible thing like that?” he asked me, putting the wooden spoon down and getting on his knees so we were eye level.

“I heard a noise, dad! It sounded horrible! You just have to go look!” I yelled at him, pulling him out of the room. As we made it to the basement door, Chuck was opening it. He jumped when he saw us standing there in the doorway.

“Oh, hey. Sarah just fell asleep. She took a nasty fall down those steps. I really need to get those fixed,” he said, smiling big. I just stared at him, my mouth and eyes wide open. My dad smiled back, nodding.

“See? It was nothing. She just fell,” he said to me quietly as Chuck went into the kitchen.

We finished dinner that night, Chuck and dad talking about business or something boring enough to keep me uninterested. I just kept thinking about that cracking noise I’d heard and that sound of teeth gnashing on flesh and bone. I decided I would check it out whenever Chuck left.

Later on that evening, Chuck went to the store to get some medicine for his new girlfriend and I decided that was the perfect time to go investigate. The second he closed the front door, I ran to the living room and made sure my dad was watching TV. His eyes were glued to the screen, some game show going on or something. I ran to the basement door, opening it slowly and peeking down into the darkness. I slowly made my way down the stairs, getting to the last step carefully, making sure I didn’t slip like Sarah had supposedly done. The stair was so sturdy it didn’t even move when I jumped on it. I flipped on the light switch and slapped my hand over my mouth. The floor was covered in blood and in the middle was the little creature, still eating part of the girls arm. It turned towards me, its eyes huge, its thin body much larger than it had been before. It smiled a big smile, its sharp little teeth now covered in blood and flesh. I stood there, horrified, not able to move my feet at all. Then, it lunged toward me and I screamed just as the lights went out.


Author Bio: Jordan is 17 and currently a junior in high school. She reads like there’s no tomorrow with John Greene being her favorite author ever. She is in advanced writing classes but she loves art more than writing. When she graduates high school, she plans on attending college for an art-related field, such as tattoo artist. And she loves taking selfies!

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