Free Cozy Mystery – Makeup and Murder

Looking for a fast, weekend read?  Check out Makeup and Murder by Cat Huntley!  It is a new release on Amazon.com and will be free until Sunday evening on March 26.  The first review was a 5-star, with a “wow” to describe it.  What I can tell you without a spoiler alert is that it has plenty of action to keep you interested, including a bear attack.  It is also a cautionary tale about technology!

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Book Description

It is early autumn, and Dixie Mae Carver is enjoying working as a Beauty Maven Cosmetics representative in her small hometown of Friendship. Her business is off to a great start until she finds one of her wealthy customers murdered by a knife-wielding maniac.

When Detective Harlan Granger takes over the murder case, Dixie feels sure that he can quickly bring the killer to justice. Harlan and his team of officers soon discover, however, that the killer is always two steps ahead of them.

The ‘Killer Kisser’ ups the ante by terrorizing her cat, destroying her car, and spreading ugly rumors about her. Armed with lipstick bullets and a derringer, Dixie is prepared to fight for the lives of her friends, and for her very existence.

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Bound to be His by Allison Gatta – Romance Book Tour and Giveaway

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Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance

Opposites attract…

Pro Pitcher Matt Archer is untouchable. Even after an injury threatened to end his career forever, he manages to make everyone smile and laugh—everyone, that is, except his sister’s no-nonsense best friend who doesn’t have the time or patience for his shenanigans…or his playboy tendencies. When his sister’s wedding forces them to work together, though, neither Matt nor Shay anticipates the potentially catastrophic consequences of their chemistry.

Shay Meyers didn’t sign on for this. Yes, she agreed to be Andy’s maid of honor, but she never agreed to be Matt’s keeper, too. Still, the more time she spends wrangling the infamous player, the more she realizes there’s more the Matt Archer than meets the eye. And the worst part? She’s starting to like what she sees…

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Excerpt:

Matt lay on his bed, opening and closing his palm and waiting for the pain to subside. In the old days, when the injury was fresh, this kind of pain was something eh could only dream about–manageable, workable. But now?

Every pang sent his mind whirring back to the phone. The texts from his physical therapist. The call for the majors that he still hadn’t gotten.

He rolled over, careful not to put any weight on his hand, and got to his feet.

He’d never paced before, but this seemed like the time for it. When he had a problem that couldn’t be solved.

And when Shay still wasn’t home…

He pushed that thought away, too. What should it matter to him whether or not Shay got home at a reasonable time? It was a bachelorette party. They should be out all night, and they’d deserve it if they were.

Just so long as it was just the two of them…

He shook his head and turned on his heel. Yes, pacing was good. Pacing at least made him feel like he was doing something instead of just sitting there staring at the ceiling. At least while he was moving he could–

The door burst open and then, just as quick, slammed shut with Shay now leaning against the white door.

“Okay, so we need a couple ground rules,” she huffed a strand of her dark hair out of her face.

“Um…hello to you too?” He stopped short and surveyed her, trying to determine if she was drunk.

She wasn’t swaying, her eyes weren’t glass or half lidded. Her hair was a little haphazard, but it was nothing unmanageable. In face, if it wasn’t for the red glow on her cheeks she might have looked completely normal.

Normal, of course, in the way that Shay was normal–her slender body wrapped in the slinkiest black dress he’d ever seen. The collar dipped just low enough for him to catch a trace of her cleavage, but then–

He internally shook his head again. Impassive. That was the new stance. Whatever she did, he was impassive.

No matter how fuckable she looked in her shiny red heels.

“We…I’m not sure where to start.”

“Probably with an aspirin. Are you drunk?” He asked.

She shook her head furiously. “I stopped drinking hours ago when I finally decided that…”

She trailed off again, then took a deep breath and said. “I just poured Andy into bed. Logan was already asleep.”

“Okay.” He nodded.

“They’re both pretty knocked out. It’s just you and me.”

The huskiness in her voice gave him pause, but he said, “Good, if we play Yahtzee I’ll know I can yell.”

“No. Listen. I…We need some rules.”

“Like not barging into my bedroom?” The corner of his mouth quirked up and she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

“That’s a big ask when I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he said.

She nodded. “Right, right. Well…look, I’ve been thinking. This thing between us. It’s not going away. I don’t think it’s going to and I think it’s been there for a lot longer than either of us will admit.”

He stayed silent, unsure whether to trust whether she really meant what he thought she meant. And if she did…

His gaze flicked to the messy tangle of his sheets. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying we need some rules.”

“What, like Pretty Woman? No kissing?”

“How the hell do you know the rule in Pretty Woman?”

“I’m a man, I’m not dead.”

She shook her head. “Right. Not important. Rules. We need to, I don’t know, agree that whatever we do is confined to our bedrooms. No PDA. We’re not a couple.”

“So…you want me as your booty call?”

“Yes, I guess. My very secret, temporary booty call.”

“How temporary?”

“Just until we’re off the island. By then, we’ll have all this out of our systems and we can find people we’re more compatible with without wondering, you know–“

“What would have happened if we’d slept together more than we already have?”

“Right.”

“You know you’re crazy, right?”

She nodded. “Yup. Now take off your pants.”

 

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Allison Gatta is an avid writer of steamy contemporary romance, an obsessive viewer of bad television, and an occasional player of overly-complex board games. In her free time, she thinks up fun, new characters and argues with her family over sci-fi trivia. She is a firm believer that Voldemort would vanquish Darth Vader in a duel.

Allison lives in the bustling city of Austin, TX with her husband and their scrappy pup, Sophie. She is fueled by coffee and feedback, so feel free to get to know Allison though twitter (@Allison_Gatta),facebook (Allison Gatta), or her website www.AllisonGatta.com.


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Guilt by Joan Ellis – Psychological Thriller, Crime Book Tour and Giveaway

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/16/15 – 3/16/15

Genres: Psychological Thriller, Crime

Tour Promo Price: 99p (UK) 1.49 (US Dollars) 1.99 (Canadian Dollars)

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Guilt

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Goodreads rating: 4.80 (5 ratings)

Blurb:

‘You died in April 1965, a month before your fifth birthday. You were probably dead long before Mum downed her third gin with Porky Rawlings.’

Seven year old Susan is alone with her younger brother when he dies of an overdose. The guilt informs the rest of her life. When it threatens to destroy not only her but her relationship with her baby, she must revisit her past to discover the truth. The outcome is as wonderful as it is horrific.

 

Excerpt:

Don’t, Mark,’ I said as you grabbed Mum’s bottle of ‘sweets’, but you weren’t used to doing as you were told. She let you do whatever you wanted. Besides, you were too busy to listen to me. When you couldn’t unscrew the lid, you wrapped a tea-towel round it just like you had seen her do countless times before. I’ll never forget the look of triumph on your face when you finally got the top off.

Mum will be angry,’ I warned.

Don’t tell. Cross your heart and hope to die,’ you said. You were concentrating hard on removing the cotton wool stopper and tipping the pills into your hand. Too many for you to hold, you dropped some and watched as they skittered across the floor.

Damn!’

Ssch! That’s a bad word, Mark.’

Daddy says it,’ you replied, showing me your treasure. The sweets looked lemony, like they might taste of sherbet. Where was the harm? After all, Mum took them all the time and she was fine, sort of. Perhaps she said they’d make you ill because she wanted to keep them all for herself. I reached out to take one, my fingertips just brushing the smooth surface.

Dare you, Susan.’

No,’ I told you, standing back, knowing how cross Mum would be when she found out. ‘I’m not playing.’

I’d like to tell you what happened next but I can’t, Mark. Whatever it was, is hidden, masked by too many memories. It’s the reason I’m talking to you; I need you to help me discover what went on.

As I waited for Dad to come home, the only sound was the ticking of the clock, its black hands unstoppable, moving unstintingly around its hard, miserable face. I will never forget the exact moment he got home. The little hand was on the eight and the big hand just past the nine when I heard his key in the lock. Then I saw his face, which was one enormous gaping mouth when he spotted you on the floor and me curled up next to you, like a dog.

Mark’s asleep and he won’t wake up.’

What happened?’ he yelled from the hole in his face.

I wanted to tell him, I really did but the words were stuck. I pointed to Mum’s ‘sweets’ scattered across the scratched Linoleum like yellow polka dots. Fists clenched into weapons, eyes wild, Dad stood in the doorway, staring down at you. I had seen him angry many times but never like this. He ran over to you, looked like he was going to kneel down but then walked away. He paced the room, his eyes on you the whole time. I started crying, begging him to do something to wake you up.

Shut-up!’ he cried dashing into the hall. I thought he was phoning for help but I didn’t hear him speak to anyone. After what felt like forever, he came back and flung himself down beside you, forcing his fingers into your mouth. When he brought them out they were covered in slime. He wiped the stuff on his trousers, then pinched your tiny nose between his thumb and forefinger and put his mouth over yours, like he was about to give you a kiss. You still didn’t wake up and I watched in horror as he placed his massive hands on you, completely covering your chest, pushing down gently at first but when you didn’t open your eyes, pumping harder and harder, faster and faster.

Don’t!’ I screamed running over to try to pull him off you. ‘You’ll hurt him.’

He swatted me away and put his ear to your chest. Nothing. Silence. More silence than I had ever heard.

 

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About the Author:

Advertising copywriter, comedy writer, performer, lecturer – Joan Ellis has been them all. With a full-time job in a top London advertising agency and a new baby, she did what any right-minded woman would’ve done and set up a comedy club. She even appeared on the same bill as Jo Brand. Once.

A career highlight was casting a black and white moggie as Humphrey Bogart for her award-winning cat food commercial. Other great performers who brought her words to life include Penelope Keith and Harry Enfield.

As a lecturer, Joan taught comedian Noel Fielding all he knows about advertising before encouraging him to showcase his creative talents on a wider stage.

Working for The Press Association, she tutored Wordsworth’s great-grandson in the art of copywriting: Buy a host of golden daffodils and get a blue one, free!

Suffering from swine flu and sweating like a pig, she moved from London to the Isle of Wight where she lives on cream teas with her beloved husband, daughter and two cats.

 

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Giveaway:
Win one of five copies of The Killing of Mummy’s Boy (pdf) or a $12 Amazon gift card! Six winners. Open WW. Enter 2/16/15 – 3/16/15.

 

 

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Delicate Devastation by Rose Wynters – Paranormal Romance Book Tour and Giveaway

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/11/15 – 3/11/15

Genres: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

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Delicate Devastation

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Goodreads rating: 5.00 (1 ratings)

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Blurb:

Book Three, The Endurers

Who knew the priest could be such a bad boy?

Peter Rynalt is every woman’s sinful dream. The other Endurers might call him a priest, but there’s nothing saintly about his seductive desires. He gets what he wants, but he sticks to one cardinal rule… he never goes back.

Kim Jones hasn’t forgotten Peter since the night she made a play for him. He’s the one man in New Orleans that she can’t have. She doesn’t think she’ll see him again, but one night he rescues her from a demonic attack, and the heat between them can no longer be denied.

Demons are roaming the streets of New Orleans. To survive, Kim will have to remain with Peter, but it comes at a price. She’ll have to pay for her protection with her heart…

 

About the Series:

Once upon a time, the world was just a black void. Then one day man came, but he wasn’t alone. He was followed by an ancient evil, a scourge determined to steal his soul. Centuries passed. Humanity did all it could to protect itself against the evil ones, but they weren’t equipped to fight this battle. Instead, all they could do was pray that Hell didn’t set its eyes upon them.

It got to be too much. Something had to be done.

Born out of desperate need, warriors were chosen. Immortality was granted to those strong enough to fight the battle that would never end. No longer mortal, these men have stood in the path of dark and horrifying evil, bearing the load when there was nobody else that could.

It’s all coming to an end. Time has ran out for humanity…

 

Excerpt:

“Why in the hell are you so damn thin? Are you sick, or have you been dieting?” He spat the last word out at her, as she pulled the towel free from her hair to comb through the silky strands.

He suspected it was the latter, and he couldn’t understand why women were so obsessed with it. She was so damned beautiful, exuding a raw sexuality that was making the caveman in him roar to life. Desperately he fought the sensual weave she was unconsciously weaving, but it was a battle he was losing fast.

“You look like death, and you’re way too slender. You’re lucky to still be alive.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, as a look of irritation and something unidentifiable flickered across her face. Her arms crossed across her chest before she briefly looked away, her cheeks pink. When she turned back to him, she was completely in control.

“Get laid much, Peter? If that’s your approach, I’m surprised you aren’t a virgin. My weight isn’t any of your business, so butt out. Besides, men love my body.”

 

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About the Author:

I’ve often been asked how I’m inspired to write about werewolves, immortals, and zombies. The answer is easy. I adore them.

Be it the Wolf Town Guardians or the Endurers, these characters have been a joy to write about. And why not? What woman wouldn’t love a sexy immortal male or a long-lived werewolf that is destined to have them?

Not all of my books contain plus-sized heroines, but many of them do. I believe in true love and true love isn’t based on a size tag. If you agree with this, I think you will enjoy my books.

 

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Giveaway:

Win an e-book copy of Delicate Devastation & a $10 Amazon GC (two winners will receive both) on the tour and giveaway! Open worldwide, enter 2/11/15 through 3/11/15 for your chance to win.

 

 

 

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