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Sunday, September 30, 2018

Release Blitz: Jackal by Kelly Oliver @kellyoliverbook #mystery #promo #newrelease




Jessica James Mystery, Book 4
Mystery
Date Published: September 30, 2018
Publisher: KAOS Press

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With only an old photograph to go on, spunky heroine Jessica James is sent on a mission by her dying mother to find a washed up magician called the Mesmerizer. Along the way, Jessica gets way more than she bargained for when she stumbles into a black market organ ring and learns secrets about her mother that will change her own life forever. The cast of characters she meets on her whirlwind search of Las Vegas will have you laughing out loud. With wit and grit, Jessica and her posse take on the dangerous and deadly seamy side of Vegas.

The latest from Award Winning Author, Kelly Oliver will keep you entertained from beginning to end.



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WOLF
A Jessica James Mystery, Book One
Publisher: KAOS Press
Published: June 2016

Voted #1 Women's Mystery On Goodreads

Forward Magazine Award Best Mystery Finalist

IPPY Award Gold Medalist, Best Mystery/Thriller


What if the evil professor you fantasized about murdering actually wound up... dead?

Award winning author, Kelly Oliver serves up an irreverent murder mystery with flavors of hard-boiled mobster grit along with a fierce female lead readers will adore. Endearingly awkward, and downright hilarious, Jessica James is a brilliant philosopher who’s much more than curious—she’s fearless. Plus there’s Jesse’s ragtag posse—Amber, the tech-savvy hippie, Jack, a wise-cracking stoner, and Lolita, the seductive “poker Tsarina”—as the icing on the cake.

Smart, capable women shine in this cast. For anyone who has ever wanted to murder the Wolf in their life.





COYOTE
A Jessica James Mystery, Book Two
Publisher: KAOS Press
Published: August 2016

Silver Falchion Winner

Can a 21-year-old grad student crush Goliath? All eyes on Jessica James, resident badass…

Jessica James, scrappy cowgirl-turned-philosopher, returns home for summer break, only to take on one of the biggest oil companies in the country—and its connections to corruption, sex trafficking, and murder. A murder way too close to home…

She’s not home an hour when her cousin Mike hints that a series of freak accidents at the lumber mill where he works might not be what they seem. So when Mike is killed in the saw room the day after an argument with the mill’s new owners, the Knight brothers, Jessica knows it's no accident.

Working at Glacier Park to earn just enough money for books and whiskey, Jessica meets the secretive Kimi RedFox, who’s on a mission to stop Knight Industries from fracking on Blackfeet land. Even more distressing, Kimi accuses the Knight brothers of operating a prostitution ring on the reservation. It doesn't take long until Jessica is pulled into Kimi's David versus Goliath battle with the Knight brothers. Ready to fight to save Kimi’s young sisters from human trafficking, and find out who killed Mike, Jessica isn't as ready for the surprising discovery about the accident that killed her father eleven years ago.

Fans who like their female protagonists fierce and fearless will get a real kick out of this one from award winning author, Kelly Oliver.





FOX
A Jessica James Mystery, Book Three
Publisher: KAOS Press
Published: May 2017


GENES TO DIE FOR—AND SOMEONE DOES…

When Jessica James wakes up half naked behind a dumpster in downtown Chicago, she thinks at first the hot intern feeding her Fiery Mule Slammers slipped her a Mickey. But after a pattern of similar incidents around Northwestern Research Hospital, Jessica realizes she wasn't raped, she was robbed. Robbed of something as valuable as life itself. Hunting for the predator drugging and dumping Ivy League co-eds, Jessica discovers secrets about her own identity that force her to rethink her past. The solution to the mystery lies in the cowgirl philosopher's boot-cut genes.

The "dumpster girls" are all top of their class, attractive college girls, who are drugged and dropped unconscious behind dumpsters. The police are baffled. But the perp doesn’t stop there—one of his victims turns up dead. Armed with her quick wit and cowgirl grit, Jessica takes it on herself to solve the bewildering medical mystery and save herself and her friends… before they become the next grisly victims.

At Jesse’s beck and call is her longtime confidante Jack Grove, an easy-going stoner and brilliant third-year medical student in abnormal psychiatry, who has a secret crush on her. But while Jack is trying to understand the criminal mind, his classmate and rival, Max White, is trying to eliminate it through genetic engineering. Competing for Jessica's attention, Jack and Max become the primary suspects. Meanwhile, Max has a secret of his own: he’s aiding a prominent Chicago woman in her fertility woes. And just for good measure, there’s a blackmailer afoot.

Grittier than its predecessors, and far more haunting, Kelly Oliver’s third page-turning Jessica James adventure blends a smartly-funny and delightfully complex murder mystery with a touch of medical thriller, in which Jessica and Jack battle biological crimes at the hands of a unique—and menacing—thief.



About the Author

Kelly Oliver is the award-winning, best-selling, author of The Jessica James Mystery Series, including WOLF, COYOTE, FOX, and JACKAL. Her debut novel, WOLF: A Jessica James Mystery, won the Independent Publisher’s Gold Medal for best Thriller/Mystery, was a finalist for the Forward Magazine award for best mystery, and was voted number one Women's Mysteries on Goodreads. The second novel, COYOTE won a Silver Falchion Award for Best Mystery. And, the third, FOX was a finalist for both the Claymore Award and the Silver Falchion.



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Saturday, September 29, 2018

PROMO Blitz: Posthumous by Paul Aertker #middlegrade #promo



Middle Grade
Date Published: June 2018
Publisher: Flying Solo Press

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Friendship, perseverance, and the power of belief shine in this novel about a girl trying to stay connected to her late mother.

While living in Paris, Ellie Kerr’s mom penned a series of children’s stories, yet sadly died before they could be published.

Once Ellie and her father return to the US, the twelve-year-old decides to finish what her mother could not. When Ellie is mysteriously blocked by a password on her mother’s computer, she becomes determined to find the truth — even though four failed attempts will destroy the computer’s data, including her mom’s stories!

Ellie’s father thinks that the code is unbreakable, but Ellie believes that her mother might have left a posthumous message in the new password. With the help of friends, Ellie tries to crack the code, publish the books, and ultimately honor her mother.



Praise for Posthumous:

"A deeply moving story that belongs on any juvenile bookshelf." -Foreword Reviews


"A reminder that inclusiveness and kindness can always defeat fear." -Kirkus Reviews


"Warmly suited to a middle-grade audience, with relatable and vulnerable first-person narration, authentic dialogue, and apt descriptions." -BookLife Prize





About the Author

Paul Aertker (ETT Kerr)  is a children’s book writer, teacher, and a frequent speaker at elementary and middle schools.

He began his teaching career in West Africa with the Peace Corps where he helped establish the town’s first public library.

His first series, Crime Travelers, consistently ranks in the top spot on multiple Amazon categories.

His newest book, Posthumous, is available in 2018.



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Friday, September 28, 2018

Tour Kick Off: Bad Blood by @ShylaColt #urbanfantasy #fantasy #blogtour




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Urban Fantasy
Date Published: Sept 28th, 2018
Publisher: Inspired Ink ( Self published)

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A reluctant knight.
A magical descendent.
A race against time.
A freak accident thrusts Nakeeta Alva into a dangerous world of secrets, ancient spells, and a legacy she never wanted. The last in a magical line, she’s tasked with restoring the balance to a supernatural world poised for ruin.
Tasked with the care of their savior, Crewe’s main focus is survival. Used to giving orders, the knight isn’t prepared for the sassy witch’s mouth or her lure. The powerful woman reminded him of his humanity and challenged his beliefs. Keeping her safe is his mission, but the real danger may be losing his heart.
Together, they will save the world … or die trying.




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Shyla Colt is the sassy USA Today Bestselling author of the popular series Kings of Chaos and Dueling Devils M.C. This genre-hoppers stories feature three of her favorite things: strong females, pop culture, and alternate routes to happy ever after. Listening to her Romani soul, she pens from the heart, allowing the dynamic characters, eccentric interests, and travels as a former flight attendant to take her down untraveled roads.
Born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, this mid-west girl is proud of her roots. She used her hometown and the surrounding areas as a backdrop for a number of books. So, if you're a Buckeye, keep an eye out for familiar places.

As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there's never a dull moment in her household.
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company.


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PROMO Blitz: Rachel's Search by Oscar Patton #historical #fiction #promo

A Satilla County Novel
Historical Fiction
Date Published: July 2018
Publisher: Outskirts Press

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What does the second coming of the Klan portend for Satilla County? Is it one more sign evil is winning? Setting out to find answers, a northern-born young journalist experiences life in the deep South, the struggle to survive for whites and blacks. Her search turns personal and horrific when her best friend disappears.

Boston born journalist Rachel Mellon sees the second coming of the Klan in 1915 as more fuel on a fire already burning out of control, not only in Satilla County but around the world. To her, the new South appears to be as bad as the old, or worse.  Challenged by her editor, she goes out to experience life for herself out there in the pine woods. She finds poor whites and even poorer blacks struggling to survive against great odds.  She finds suffering and hatred but also hope and love.  When best friend Eve disappears, Rachel's search turns personal and horrific.





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Oscar Patton is the author of the Satilla County series of novels. He says, "I use history, memory, and imagination to create regional stories with universal, timeless themes.  As William Faulkner put it, I write about the 'human heart in conflict with itself.'"



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Thursday, September 27, 2018

PROMO Blitz: Thelema: Mystic Will by Marushia Dark @thelemicarts #promo #excerpt #yafantasy



YA Fantasy
Date Published:  March 2018
Publisher: Thelemic Arts

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What if you were born into a world where the gods once walked among men and women? Where you wake up every morning to find a mystical pendant around your neck and know, as everyone knows, that the gods had granted you this awesome gift, to house your will, allowing you to perform incredible feats. But what if that blessing was also a curse in that it tethered your soul to the world; and if you removed it, you would forfeit the will to live? What if your pendant was merely the missing half to someone else's pendant? Someone whom you've never met, and may never meet, for the gods were selfish and cruel in keeping you apart? Everytime you gaze down at your pendant, you feel the promise of great joy and despair simultaneously as every fiber of your being is drawn to your other half - your twin flame.

If only you could summon the will of a god yourself, perhaps you'd be united.

What if this same world was inhabited by legions of monsters known as juristic persons - living, breathing corporations with wills and minds of their own? What if such creatures had rights and powers that far exceeded those of humans?

Into such a world were born Dean Maynard and Jane Stewart - Justices of the Peace who use the Thelemic arts, along with their martial prowess and knowledge of the Law, to bring about order and justice in the land of Severa. When a routine trial by jury gets turned into a trial by combat, however, the balance of power between mankind and its creations shifts, leading some to question whether the course of history will be forever changed, and humanity’s future suddenly becomes uncertain.

As everyone tries to find peace and purpose in their lives, dark and sinister forces begin to emerge from the shadows thrusting the Department of Justice into a battle for the soul of Severa and the lives of its citizenry.

Journey now into that world in this fantastical tale of love, action, intrigue, and will.







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Where could he be? Justice Jane Stewart adjusted her dorky black glasses

on her gentle face and brushed her bangs from her eyes as she reviewed

the file in her hand for a third time.

The seventeenth day of the month of the Lamb, near Samuel Forest, just

outside Fiber City, Belier. Sixth step of Rael. She looked around to see the sordid

remains of the heavily deforested region that had once been Samuel Forest. The

location was right. The presence of the adverse parties, as well as the jury,

confirmed it.

She looked at her watch. It was already half a step passed midday.

He’s late. Could he have gotten lost?

In high-profile cases such as this, a Justice of the Peace would sometimes

request the trial be held at the scene of the crime in order to help the jury

understand certain key factors about the case. Jane specifically chose this

location in order that they might see the devastation the defense’s actions had

wrought to the trees, the animals, and the land itself. She hoped they’d be moved

to side with her against the adverse party.

However, none of her careful tactics would work unless the judge arrived

soon to administer the proceedings.

And I can’t do it without you, Dean.

The advocates for the defense began whispering amongst themselves.

“Is everything set?” asked the one.

“Yes,” said the other, “It’s been arranged, just as we planned. All we have

to do is wait for the trial to finish before we make our move.”

“That may not be necessary,” said the first, in a sinister insinuation, “At

this rate, there might not even be a trial. The other judge isn’t even here yet.”

“It’s not like they need two Justices to try a case, right?”

“No, but that was the agreement and it’s at our discretion whether we

exercise our rights or not. We both know our clients are guilty as hell, so we’d

be fools not to press any advantage we can.”

“In that case, let’s hope he never shows. Then we won’t even have to get

our hands dirty. We can just stand on our right to a speedy trial, motion for

dismissal, and since he’s not here, we would enter into default judgment and

estoppel. If that happens, the Department of Justice won’t be able to try this case

again because of the provision against double jeopardy.”





“That would certainly be an embarrassment for one of Severa’s top

prosecutors.”

“Just think how disappointed she’ll be to see all her hard work wasted

because her partner couldn’t be bothered to show up on time.”

The two shady lawyers cackled and snickered amongst themselves.

“We’ll give him a few more minutes before we move to dismiss,” said the

one, “Just so we can say we were gracious and thereby avoid drawing any

suspicion to ourselves.”

Jane’s slender calloused hands began to shake with anxiety.

Come on, Dean. Where are you?

She gripped the curved hilt of the two-handed hunting saber at her side in

an effort to calm her nerves. Her heart pounded. She closed her doe brown eyes

and took a deep breath. Judge or no judge, she could not stand idly by any longer.

It was still possible to stall for time by going over preliminaries.

“I guess we’ll get started,” Jane declared, the tinge of an Ionian accent still

lingered in her voice from her days in finishing school as a child abroad.

She turned to her clerk and said, “Hanji, summon Adaiah.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hanji replied.

The young black-haired clerk grabbed the pendant around his neck with

his left hand and drew his quillon dagger from its sheath with his right. He held

the blade out in front of him with the tip pointed down, like an ice pick. This

position would allow him to draw energy out from the weapon and, in this case,

summon Adaiah.

“Arcesso!” he shouted.

Sparks of electricity and light surrounded his short, frail body as a surge

of unseen energy traveled from the dagger, up his right arm, through his stomach,

down his left arm, into his Thelema, through his heart, along his spine, and out

the top of his head, before finally discharging into the sky.

The energy body’s meridian path, through which one’s chi flowed.

A creature the size of the blade emerged from the disc at the hilt and floated

in midair just above it. She looked like a short, slender black bear with white

tufts of fur on her elbows, knees, paws, and ears. She had a long, thin prehensile

tail that ended in a white ball of fluff, as well as a pair of velvet-covered wings.

Her name was Adaiah and she was a Notary. Every Justice had one by operation

of law, though it usually fell to the Justice’s clerk to manage them.

The Notary’s sole job was to take in everything that transpired around

them and retain it with perfect memory for later use. The testimony of a Notary

was held as self-evident, legally treated as indisputable fact; and for this reason,

they made excellent record keepers.

“Adaiah,” Jane commanded, “Begin recording.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Adaiah replied in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. Her eyes

flashed white and a pale blue glow enveloped her. From that point onward, she

would remember everything that happened to Jane and Hanji until she exited the

trance.

Hanji returned his knife to its sheath. Beyond being the indenture that

bound Adaiah’s soul to the world, it could still serve as a weapon like any other.

“Clerk, call the roll,” Jane ordered.





“Yes, ma’am,” said Hanji. He cleared his throat and turned to the restless

crowd that had gathered in the clear-cut forest to watch the trial. “Are the

advocates for Bunyan Logging and Blue Ox Shipping here?”

“Here.” They said.

“Kindly step forward and present your indentures.”

They did as they were instructed. A man in a dark suit emerged from the

crowd and held up a small statue carved to look like a beaver wielding an axe

and wearing a flannel shirt with overalls and large boots. A lawyerly woman

also emerged from the crowd and held up a similar totem that looked like a

Minotaur with a ring piercing its nose and a yoke around its neck. These were

the indentures of the juristic persons of their respective companies.

Hanji squatted down in front of them. This time, he gripped his Thelema

with his right hand and placed his left hand on the ground in front of them.

“Infero!” he shouted.

The same light as before surrounded him. A surge of energy traveled from

the ground, up his legs, along his spine, through his heart, into his Thelema, along

his right arm, through his stomach, down his left arm, out his hand, and back into

the ground before discharging. A pair of glowing red seals, about the size of

Hanji’s hand, appeared. Each seal consisted of two squares offset by forty-five

degrees so as to form an eight-pointed star and inscribed in a circle, with a smaller

circle inscribed inside both of them. Centered within each of the triangles formed

by the overlapping squares was an elegant sigil depicting one of the eight

heavenly bodies.

Having completed the seals, Hanji withdrew his hand and stood up.

“Please place your indentures into the summoning circles,” he said.

The two advocates set their totems on the ground within the seals and then

stepped back. Hanji stretched out his arm towards them.

“Ligo!” he shouted.

The seals began to glow more intensely as a wall of light rose up to

surround the statues, binding them in place.

“All set,” said Hanji.

“Good,” Jane declared.

Such formal protocols as these aren’t strictly necessary, but they at least

help me buy time.

Jane grabbed her Thelema pendant with her right hand and held out her

left hand towards the two indentures. For anyone who was right-handed, this

position would have allowed them to emit energy from their left hand; but

because Jane was left-handed, the flow of chi through her meridians was

reversed, and so it would yield the opposite effect. Thus, she used it to draw

energy out of them the way Hanji had summoned Adaiah.

“All rise!” she commanded.

Her petite warrior body lit up in a bright aura much like Hanji’s did, only

more intensely. The seals around the statuettes erupted in a flash of electricity

and light. Two towering creatures slowly emerged from the indentures. Each

measured about eight to nine meters tall. Their appearance conformed to the

likenesses of their totems – an axe-wielding beaver and a burly, blue Minotaur.

These were the juristic persons of Bunyan Logging and Blue Ox Shipping in their

living, breathing forms.

They were also the principle defendants in this case.





Jane released her pendant, letting it fall against her chest.

Now we just need to wait for Dean to show up.

As if on cue, the rumbling of an engine crescendoed like rolling thunder

as Justice Dean Maynard came riding over the hill on his motorcycle. He parked

the vehicle under a tree away from the action and walked towards the group

without any sense of urgency at all. He marched with the confident poise of a

medieval knight having just dismounted from his trusted steed. His hooded black

cloak and the bastard sword hanging from his side only served to reinforce the

image. He wore his weapon with pride, like a badge of honor, for indeed a

Justice’s sword was a badge of their authority.

A modern rendition of the classic priestly robes, the uniform of a Justice

of the Peace consisted of a simple, yet elegant frock jacket and matching pants,

both black with elaborate gold trim around the edges. The jacket was designed

so that it could be worn over a judge’s regular shirt or blouse and provided a thin

layer of padded protection. A Justice’s duties to give chase and to engage in

combat were also taken into consideration, with most choosing to wear leather

boots of some kind as opposed to dress shoes.

Slight variations in the overall attire existed between male and female, and

also between members of the same sex, depending on season, climate, and the

need for mobility, with some parts being cut longer or shorter than others, but all

falling under the same general style. The idea, in the minds of the outfit’s

designers, was that anyone could look upon a Justice of the Peace and recognize

them instantly as such. This was not merely decorative, but practical as well in

that a Justice served as a symbol of authority among the people out in the real

world.

The uniform also came with a cloak, which had a variety of subtle features,



such as earbuds, a visor, and an inflatable pillow all sewn into the hood for long-

distance trips.



A Justice’s cloak was usually black with gold trim as well, though in more

recent times, some latitude was given to tailor its interior to the judge’s personal

preference and to help distinguish them from one another. The interior of Dean’s

cloak was a cobalt blue that matched his deep-set eyes, while Justice Stewart’s

was a deep red-violet that paired well with her long, chestnut brown hair.

Jane felt relieved to see Justice Maynard finally arrive. Her opponents

were less than thrilled.

“Sorry I’m late,” said Dean nonchalantly, “I’m afraid my clerk was

nowhere to be found this morning. We’ll just have to start without him.”

“We’ve already started, Your Honor,” Jane said curtly.

Dean sulked in disappointed. “Aw, man, really? Well, in that case ...”

He grabbed his Thelema with his right hand and knelt down on the ground,

touching the earth with his left hand.

“Saepio!” he shouted.

His body lit up even more intensely than Jane’s had. A thin wall of blue

light stretched out from behind him and carved a path in an enormous arc around

him. It continued outward, encircling Jane, Hanji, the jury, the juristic persons,

their agents, and the other officers and onlookers who were present for the trial, before eventually closing in on itself. All told, it formed a giant hemispherical dome, some fifty meters in diameter around them, isolating the group from the outside world. This was Dean’s Chambers. Its purpose was to prevent interference with the trial and all Justices were given discretion on when they could invoke such a power. Once erected, however, no one and nothing could enter or leave the area without the consent of its creator.

Dean slowly stood back up and released





About the Author

Marushia Dark is a mysterious figure whose real identity is unknown.  Only to a select trusted few are privileged enough to be invited to know their secret.  Marushia can often be found on social media, writing from the shadows of a blog called "The Darkness Files."  Marushia self-identifies as your favorite dark transhumanist and has created a number of campaigns to help bring human beings together in an otherwise divided world.  As for why they choose to remain anonymous, you can learn more at: http://www.darknessfiles.com/



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