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Spotlight Wednesday with Kindred Spirits Westminister Abbey by Jennifer C. Wilson #giveaway

Series: Kindred Spirits
Genre: Paranormal Historical Fiction
Release Date: 8th June 2018
Publisher: Crooked Cat Books

On hallowed ground…

With over three thousand burials and memorials, including seventeen monarchs, life for the ghostly community of Westminster Abbey was never going to be a quiet one. Add in some fiery Tudor tempers, and several centuries-old feuds, and things can only go one way: chaotic.

Against the backdrop of England’s most important church, though, it isn’t all tempers and tantrums. Poets’ Corner hosts poetry battles and writing workshops, and close friendships form across the ages.
With the arrival of Mary Queen of Scots, however, battle ensues. Will Queens Mary I and Elizabeth I ever find their common ground, and lasting peace?

The bestselling Kindred Spirits series continues within the ancient walls of Westminster Abbey.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jennifer is a marine biologist by training, who developed an equal passion for history whilst stalking Mary, Queen of Scots of childhood holidays (she since moved on to Richard III). She completed her BSc and MSc at the University of Hull, and has worked as a marine environmental consultant since graduating.

Enrolling on an adult education workshop on her return to the north-east reignited Jennifer’s pastime of creative writing, and she has been filling notebooks ever since. In 2014, Jennifer won the Story Tyne short story competition, and also continues to work on developing her poetic voice, reading at a number of events, and with several pieces available online. Her Kindred Spirits novels are published by Crooked Cat Books. In October 2017, she celebrated Richard III’s birthday by releasing her first timeslip novella, The Last Plantagenet.

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Sneak Peek of Detective Blanchette Mysteries by Marguerite Ashton #giveaway

Promised Lies
A Detective Blanchette Mystery Book 1
by Marguerite Ashton
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Detective Lily Blanchette has a lot on her plate…
Her sister Celine has recently been murdered and her parents are on the
brink of divorce. Now she’s lead on a multiple murder investigation.
Six months after Lily’s sister’s death, the bodies of two young women
are discovered. One look at the way the bodies have been posed and
Lily knows her sister’s killer is back.
And she’s determined to get him.
When Lily visits the family of victim Tanya O’Neal, she learns the woman
had arranged to meet a man going by the handle CtryGeek23 on the
social networking site Scatter.
Lily thinks finding the man behind the account is key to solving the
case.
But CtryGeek23 is very clever, and Lily has her work cut out for her. As
she digs around, clues point her to a local brewery where she
discovers the body of another young woman.
The more Lily digs, the more she thinks there is more than one murderer
at work, and CtryGeek23 is the mastermind.
But who is he?
And how will they catch him?
As the investigation comes to life, death hits closer to home, and Lily
discovers she may not be who she thinks she is at all.
Filled with plot turns, suspense and mystery, Promised Lies will leave you
wondering how well anybody knows anyone…
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Lily leaned on the steering wheel and squinted at the tall figure in her headlights. She eased her foot off the gas pedal and watched as the figure dragged something off the road. “Did you see that?”

“It could’ve been road kill,” Morgan said.

Lily slowed down. She pulled the truck off to the side where she peered at an object lying on the pavement. “It’s a cellphone.” Throwing the gear into park, she hopped out.
“Wait a second. Let me call it in.”

Lily squatted down next to the cellphone.
Morgan came up next to her. “They’re sending out a car.”

Lily put her hand up. “Backlight’s going out. Phone was just used.” She stood and scanned the cornfield. “Someone’s out there and most likely in trouble.”

Lily’s heart raced as she ran back to her truck, collecting her gun and badge from underneath the seat. She placed her gun in her hip holster and clipped her badge on the opposite side onto her belt. “That wasn’t an animal.”

“You’re not going out there,” Morgan said.
Lily grabbed the flashlight from the side pocket on the door and sprinted over to spot where the figure had disappeared.

She turned on the flashlight and drew a circle using the light rays near her feet. “It looks like drag marks.”

“Back-up is coming. It’s dark. No way we’re going hunting in some damn cornfield.”
Lily sighed. Morgan was right, but whoever had been hauled off was in trouble and running out of time.

A piercing scream erupted in the distance. Lily took off toward the sound, using her flashlight and the dull glow from the city lights to guide her.

In a matter of seconds, her feet pounded the soft soil leading away from the safety of her truck.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw her partner running parallel with her, but staying closer to the road.

On the other side of the fence row, footsteps matched hers in beat as they trampled the pile of fallen leaves scattered among the field. Lily picked up her pace, running hard and fast, tussling with buck thorn branches as they swatted her face and throat.

Strings of hanging barb wire nipped at her clothes as she dodged several leaning fence posts. The chilling wind penetrated her torn clothing and lapped at the slits in the fabric on her thigh and calf.

A few seconds later, a prickly burn in her leg forced Lily to stop. It felt like thin shards of glass sliced into her raw flesh, imbedding themselves into the jagged gashes. She hiked up her pants leg and shined the light on the wounds. Those damn branches.
Lily’s chest heaved with exertion as disappointment overwhelmed her. The footsteps tapered off into the darkness. He was getting away. She fell to her knees and clutched her injured leg in agony.

Lily glanced over at the road. It was silent. And she was alone. Where did Morgan go? The terror that lay beneath her bold judgment to rescue someone had surfaced.
Then, several yards away, Lily saw an outline walking towards her. Instinctively, she reached back, gripping her nine millimeter, giving her the reassurance she still had control. “Stop! Police!”

The outline continued toward her.

Lily unfastened the holster and the person stopped, sheltered by the trees. She could tell by the masculine build it wasn’t Morgan.

“Get down on the ground and put your hands behind your head,” Lily demanded.

“Lily?” Morgan shouted, coming up from the rear.

Relieved to hear the voice of her best friend, Lily exhaled, but kept her eyes front, ready to pull her firearm and shoot if he dared to make one move in her direction.

As Morgan approached, the unidentified man turned and fled in the other direction.

“Are you all right?” Morgan offered her hand.

“Terrified.”

As Lily and Morgan made their way out to the road, they heard movement near the fence. Lily stopped, aimed her light and followed the beams over a pile of clothing, then upon a woman’s face.

The victim moaned and threw up her arm to shield her eyes from the light.

Morgan jogged over to the young lady and stooped next to her to ask a few questions.
Exhausted, Lily limped to a grassy patch and sat down. She could still see Morgan. For the moment, that was all that mattered.
Lily looked at the stretch of road she’d traveled on several occasions; one of those occasions jabbed at her memory like nails being pounded into hard recycled wood.
Celine’s funeral.

A snapping sound brought Lily out of her thoughts. She looked toward the hazard lights flashing on her truck and saw a yellow strip flapping in the wind a few feet away from her.

She rose, took a couple more steps, and squinted at the bold black lettering printed on the tape, which kickstarted her heart.
County Road K.

She was near the crime scene.

Her Final Watch
A Detective Blanchett Mystery Book 2
Speaking second-hand truths can be deadly …
Detective Lily Blanchette will stop at nothing to solve a murder. Her current
case involves the killing of an undercover cop working to bring down
the mob for prostitution and drugs.
But Lily’s usual laser-like focus on the case has been disrupted.
Two weeks earlier, she learned she was pregnant by her murderous husband
whom she’d killed in self-defense. Unsure whether to keep her baby or
place the child of this cruel man up for adoption, Lily keeps the
pregnancy a secret from her colleagues.
Under mounting pressure to solve the case, Lily arranges a sit-down with a
local mob boss only to find out her suspect is also wanted by them.
But before Lily can warn her team, she and her new partner, Jeremiah,
are shot at, and another body is found.
When she discovers Jeremiah has a connection with the underworld, she is
pulled into a conflict that swirls around the boss’s son who’s
hell-bent on revenge.
To add to the complexity of the situation, Lily learns that her victim
might still be alive if it wasn’t for opportunistic Assistant
District Attorney, Ibee Walters, who has a twisted vision of justice.
As Lily gets closer to finding the killer, she unravels ugly secrets
that point to Ibee and Jeremiah – placing Lily’s life and her unborn
child in danger.
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Chapter 1

December 10, 2015 4:13 p.m.

Detective Ariel Weeks stabbed at the small block of ice until it split into several pieces across the counter. She tossed the jagged cubes into the glass and made her client a drink.

In less than twenty-four hours, Ariel would no longer have to use the name Jasmine and keep men company to protect her cover. All she needed to do was make it through this last night, and she’d be allowed to be who she was; a mom just doing her job.

After gathering evidence and recording all the data she had, it would be hard to detach. Towards the end, she’d learned things she’d wished weren’t true, leaving her stomach in tattered knots.

Back at home, there were two reasons Ariel would never take on another undercover assignment.

Click.

Ariel ground her teeth as the door to Cabin D opened and closed. She could feel Mikey Surace, the mob boss’s son, staring at the backless white dress she wore at his request.

The man who smiled at the sight of blood was standing behind her, breathing heavily.
She turned and handed Mikey his drink.

“Your gin and grapefruit.”

Mikey took the drink and pulled Ariel down on the bed next to him. His hand, smooth like velvet, traced over her dark brown skin, along the length of her arm and rested on her thigh. “I had a shitty day.” He loosened his tie, removed his gun and put it on the ottoman.

Ariel stole a glance at the weapon, thinking of ways to grab it before he did. Just in case. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I had my talk with Pop. He wants me to get married and have kids so I can take over as head of the family soon. He wants our family to be seen as more law-abiding than the other three families.”

“Nowadays, no one gets married to have a family. Would he accept a long engagement?”

“No way. My old man still believes in marrying now, ask questions later.” Mikey took a sip of his drink and sat it down on the nightstand table. “My father asked my mother to marry him on her seventeenth birthday.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a woman who’ll accept you for who you are, who won’t care about the lifestyle you lead, and who knows when not to ask questions about your business.”

“You always say the right things. Why won’t you let me take care of you?” he asked, planting a kiss on Ariel’s full lips. “This is my third time asking you to be with me.”

Ariel wanted to wipe off the lingering citrus taste from her mouth but didn’t out of fear. She had already been spotted by one of Surace’s men and couldn’t believe that she was still alive. Probably because Ariel, at any moment, could tell the boss things that the other person was doing, clearing herself from any suspicion and allowing her to keep her cover. Even that wasn’t a guarantee.
Drops of rain peppered the window facing out at the bare branches of a willow tree. Wind hissed against the cabin.

Ariel stared into Mikey’s almond-shaped eyes. The olive tint of his skin masked his fiery temper. Things were getting heavy and out of control for a first time U.C. like herself.

She undid the strap on her stilettos and let them drop to the floor. “Because your ex-girlfriend is in charge of my money and I need every penny. I wanna make my money and maybe one day get out. It’s a dream of mine to stop escorting and waiting tables at the club.”

“If you get with me, you won’t need money.” Mikey cupped Ariel’s chin and squeezed.

“Why do you keep turning me down?”

“I’m not turning you down.” She pulled out of his grip and rubbed her chin. “I don’t want to ruin my friendship with your ex. She’s my bestie and the only one I can trust in this business.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“You’re a dangerous man.”

“I’m only dangerous to those who cross me.”
Ariel wanted to ask Mikey if he’d kill her but decided against it. It was best to redirect the conversation and talk about what he enjoyed the most. Him. “What’s it like to kill someone?”

Mikey pulled Ariel back on the bed and laid on top of her. “When I put my finger on the trigger, it’s like foreplay. With each pull of the trigger, that’s the build-up. Once my target is dead, I’m satisfied. For me, it’s a lot like sex.”

“Has anyone told you you’re crazy?”

“Yeah. They never lived to say it again.”

When Marguerite Ashton was in her twenties, she took up acting but
realized she preferred to work behind the camera, writing crime
fiction. A few years later, she married an IT Geek and settled down
with her role as wife, mom, and writer. Five kids later, she founded
the Crime Writer’s Panel and began working with former law
enforcement investigators to create; Criminal Lines Blog, an online
library for crime writers who need help with their book research.
She’s a workaholic who hides in her writer’s attic, plotting out her next
book and stalking Pinterest for the next avocado recipe.
A member of Sisters in Crime, Marguerite grew up in Colorado, but is
now happily living in Wisconsin and playing as much golf as possible.
She can be found on Twitter and Facebook.
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Author Sharon Pape Shares An Abracadabra Mystery Series #giveaway

Magick Run Amok
An Abracadabra Mystery Book 3
by Sharon Pape
Genre: Cozy Paranormal Mystery
The answer to whodunit may lie beyond the veil . . .
November in upstate New York can be chilly, but Kailyn Wilde’s shop,
Abracadabra, is a cozy respite where you can find lotions, potions,
and plenty of warm, feline company. But what customers don’t know
is that the proprietor has some unusual powers—and unusual friends,
including the renowned magician Merlin, who’s been transported into
the modern world. All of which comes in handy when there’s a murder
to be solved . . .
Investigative journalist Ryan Cutler has perished in a car accident in New Camel,
and his friend, Travis, suspects foul play—especially when the
reporter’s notes reveal a mysterious list of dead men’s names.
Kailyn wants to help, but she’s also got her hands full with the
curmudgeonly Merlin, who’s not exactly maintaining a low profile.
Between keeping the wizard under wraps and mixing up cold remedies
that work like magic, she’ll have to tap into her many talents to
figure out a killer’s fatal formula . . .
A charming, must-read mystery with enchanting characters. A fun and
entertaining page turner.”
—Rose Pressey, USA Today bestselling author
That Olde White Magick
An Abracadabra Mystery Book 2
It’s time to work her crime-solving magic again . . .
Kailyn Wilde enjoys running her shop, Abracadabra, in the quaint New York
hamlet of New Camel, where she lives with her six cats. Her family’s
been here for centuries, and she’d like to keep up the tradition.
But the place may never be the same if a big hotel gets built, so she
does her civic duty and attends a town meeting along with her aunt
Tilly . . . and Merlin. Yes,
that Merlin—though
he gets introduced to folks as her “distant English cousin.” The
wizard is pretty grumpy about being transported here, but there are
things about the modern world he doesn’t mind—like pizza.
Kailyn was prepared for a heated debate about the hotel, but she wasn’t
expecting murder. When Tilly finds the body of a board member outside
the schoolhouse, Kailyn doesn’t want any suspicion cast on the
wrong person. She plans to crack this case, even if she has to talk
to every living soul in town—plus a few departed ones . . .
Pape has a sure handed balance of humor and action.”
—Julie Hyzy, New York Times bestselling author
Magick & Mayhem
An Abracadabra Mystery Book 1
What’s in a murderer’s bag of tricks?
Twenty-something
Kailyn Wilde has learned to embrace her unpredictable life as a
descendant of small-town New Camel’s most magickal family. She just
didn’t expect to inherit her mother and grandmother’s
centuries-old shop, Abracadabra, so suddenly. The surprises keep
coming when Kailyn goes to finalize the estate at the local
attorney’s office—and stumbles over the body of her best friend
Elise’s husband . . .
As a brash detective casts the blame on Elise, Kailyn summons her
deepest powers to find answers and start an investigation of her own.
What with running a business, perfecting ancient spells, and keeping
up with an uninvited guest of fabled origins, Kailyn has her hands
full. But with the help of her uncanny black cat Sashkatu and her
muumuu-clad Aunt Tilly, she’s closing in on a killer—who will do
anything to make sure she never tests her supernatural skills again!
Sharon Pape is the author of the popular Portrait of Crime and Crystal
Shop mystery series. She started writing stories in first grade and
never looked back. She studied French and Spanish literature in
college and went on to teach both languages on the secondary level.
After being diagnosed with and treated for breast cancer in 1992,
Sharon became a Reach to Recovery peer support volunteer for the
American Cancer Society. She went on to become the coordinator of the
program on Long Island. She and her surgeon created a non profit
organization called Lean On Me to provide peer support and
information to newly diagnosed women and men. After turning her
attention back to writing, she has shared her storytelling skills
with thousands of fans. She lives with her husband on Long Island,
New York, near her grown children. She loves reading, writing, and
providing day care for her grand-dogs.
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Sneak Peek of Bad News by Lilly James #giveaway

Genre: Contemporary Romance
I survived a whole week at college, had a relaxing weekend back at my dad’s, and now I’m ready to start my Monday positively. A positive mind to start the day is always the way.
I’m walking down the hall, making my way to my next class when I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I turn to see who it is, then jump back almost out of my skin. Not because I’m scared, but because the beauty of Hunter’s face is
like inches away and he’s even better looking this close. I take advantage of him being so near, and take way too much notice of his beautiful navy eyes. His skin looks smooth, but he has light stubble scattering his jaw. His hair is dirty blonde and floppy, and some of it falls across his forehead. My heart stops, and I tell myself to breathe. It’s just a guy. A hot guy. But still just a guy. As I breathe in, I take in a fresh scent that radiates off his fine self. Oh, lord…
“Hey, Blondie, I think you dropped this.” Blondie?
I glance down at the textbook that he holds in his hands and shake my head.
“That’s not mine.”
“No?” He throws it over his shoulder and leans against the wall.
“What the fuck?” A girl who gets hit on the head with the textbook is glancing around, but I ignore her because all I can focus on is Hunter’s biceps curling when he crosses his arms. Oh, my, are they wonderful.
“I’m Hunter by the way. Hunter Holland.”
I wait for his hand to come out so I can shake it, or something, but all he gives me is a grin that stops the beat of my heart. Dazzling. “You have a double letter name?” What kind of question is that Lou!
He looks amused. Of course, he does. “Yeah, all the greats have a double letter name.”
I laugh, intrigued. “Like who?”
He opens his mouth to say something, holds up his finger then shakes his head. “Let me get back to you on that.”
I laugh again, relaxing a little. Only a little. “Well, nice to meet you. I have to get back to class.” I smile politely, turn on my heel and exhale. I mentally tell myself to act cool.
“Danni DeVito.” He calls after me.
I turn but carry on walking backwards. “Joe Jonas.” I grin.
“Lame.” He shakes his head walking towards me. “Ryan Reynolds.”
“Gorgeous. Kim Kardashian.”
“Hot.” He smirks. “Peter Parker?”
“Spiderman?” I chuckle, and turn my back on him. I exhale again, mentally tapping myself on the back for getting through that without blushing, or stuttering. But then I jump, again, because he’s walking beside me, glancing at
me with those eyes. I have been dreaming about them all week. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I say uneasily.
“I’m mentally undressing you.” He smirks devilishly.
Woah, okay. Keep calm Lou. This is normal guy behavior. This is just not normal for you. But you can deal with it. In a grown-up way. Or run.
“And what underwear are you imagining?” Wrong! I said grown up way, not the slutty way! Second option-run! I tightly close my eyes and bite my lip. “I did not mean to say that. I do not say things that like.”
I walk ahead of him mortified, but he catches up to me. His eyes glance down my body—in a way that has my knees all wobbly. I need to keep balance. This is so hard.
“Black, lace. Skimpy.” He says.
“Wrong.” I keep talking, but mentally I’m begging myself to shut up. “I have on a cotton bra and comfy panties with a butterfly on the front.” What the? Oh, my lord. Real hot Lou. Not!
Hunter cocks his head like he’s weighing up his options. “I can work with that.”
I shake my head again and cringe at myself. “I did not mean to say that either.
I don’t make a habit of telling guys what underwear I have on. Please don’t spread rumors about me.” What a complete prat I am.
There is no wrong or right way to deal with a death. Or to grieve in a way
that is expected. The loss of a loved one can hit you in ways you
could never imagine. At least, it did to Hunter Holland. College
Junior Hunter knows he messes up; he knows he hates his life; he also
knows he blames his father for his mother’s death. What he doesn’t
know is that his life is about to change–all thanks to Louisa
Dawson. Louisa, the freshman, is sweet. Shy. Innocent. She doesn’t
care for boys, but rather books. Hunter is crazy, a player, and as
cocky as they come. The college ‘bad news’ is everything she
wants to stay away from, yet he is everything she is drawn to.
Focused on her studies, Louisa doesn’t have time for Hunter who is
both distracting and disruptive, but Louisa is the breath of fresh
air Hunter needs. She is the only girl he is willing to work for. She
is also the only girl that understands why Hunter is living the life
he is. Louisa is determined to prove to Hunter that living in a
tormented past is never going to guarantee a happy future. They say
opposites attract… maybe they do.
British Author Lilly James is a woman with a wild imagination that has to be
set free into the arms of a keyboard.
Writing gives Lilly that chance to escape the real world and live in
a world of fantasy with her characters.
When she’s not writing you’ll find her singing terribly to music, curled
up with her kindle, or doing something boring like everyday chores
that unfortunately need attention.
Lilly lives in Wales, is a mother of one beautiful little girl, and loves
reading, chocolate and wine. All in that order.
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