Thursday, August 20, 2015

Storm Cover to celebrate Pre-release Day!!!

Author Kenneth Hoss put in some serious time crafting the Kelli Storm novels. Complex and suspenseful, he went above and beyond to create an entire world of three dimensional characters.

When a murder investigation turns Detective Kelli Storm’s attention to a drug kingpin, the last thing she expected was to find a link to her father’s killer from twenty years earlier.

The Washington Height's neighborhood has turned deadly for NYPD detectives Kelli Storm and Bill Hayes. 

A young woman is murdered and Kelli tracks the killer to a Gentleman’s Club in Manhattan. After an unwilling witness is assaulted and left dying, Kelli and Bill turn their investigation in a new and more dangerous direction. When the DEA steps in and takes over, Kelli is forced off the case.

Working behind the scenes, she pulls out one of her father’s old case files and starts making connections she never would have dreamed possible. An old gun, new witnesses and danger lurking in the shadows have storms rising all over New York City.

And NOW... the moment...

Buy it on AMAZON


Monday, August 17, 2015

Gina Wynn Cover Reveal--What You Wish For

I have been waiting for this day for a year... a solid year. That's when I first met Will and Maggie and I first fell in love with the characters Gina created. She's my editor, my author and my best friend and I couldn't be happier to share this day with her!

Will is a fabulously wealthy, slightly broken character who falls for the Maggie he met years earlier and married the woman he believed was her. It sounds complicated, but it isn't. It's beautiful and complex, but an easy read with characters that come alive on the pages. And now, without further rambling from me, the cover I have been waiting to show the world...

 This cover reveal is organized by Lola's Blog Tours.

What You Wish For
By Gina Wynn
Genre: Romance/ Women’s Fiction
Age category: Adult
Release Date: September 2015
Publisher: Three Worlds Press
Cover designed by: Magali Fr├ęchette

Maggie’s secrets and lies have always lurked in the shadows of her marriage to childhood best friend, Jake, and the magic of wishes and call of destiny from an alternate world seem to offer her the impossible - a second chance, and a new start.

The husband she gains is a lonely man, married to Maggie’s alter-ego from his world, and he has always struggled to understand his wife. Will has long wished for his marriage to change and rediscovers what was missing when he spends time with Maggie. Although she is drawn to Will in this alternate world, Maggie must decide where her ‘love’ for Jake stops and ‘in love’ begins, and discover what happens when she shares her biggest secret with the stranger who has loved her since they met.

Caught between two men in two different lives, it is essential Maggie learns whether she has the power to call one world ‘home’ without destroying the people she loves.

Never stop wishing.

His mouth twisted into a self-deprecating smile and he brushed his thumb across my cheek. I almost closed my eyes at the calm his touch brought me. I ached to rest my cheek in his palm, to let him soothe me. His hand fell away and I mourned the loss of contact, the loss of part of myself to want and wishes. I felt myself splitting, fracturing, dividing right there, and glanced at Will to see if he noticed.

He looked at me, eyes sharp and focused, and the weight of his hand pressed on my thigh through the blankets. “Have you ever done that thing where you drop something, hear it hit the ground, and when you search for it, it’s gone? You might give up after five minutes, or search intermittently for years, but it doesn’t matter. You won’t find it. It’s not there anymore. It’s sort of…gone…beyond what you can see. It’s as if it has slipped through the cracks into somewhere else. Because things don’t just vanish, right? They must go somewhere…so, somewhere else must exist…and, now, you’re here instead of there.”

He narrowed his eyes as if in thought and I fought the urge to touch the tiny lines where his skin crinkled at the corners, to smooth them for him.

“You know, I think I dropped something once.” His voice emerged so quietly I barely heard him.

He met my gaze, and gave me a lop-sided grin. “To put it more crudely, I’m guessing I’m not the man you went to bed with, and you are definitely not the Maggie I fell asleep next to.”

His words jolted me, and I wrapped my arms over my waist.

“I’m not going crazy.” The last lament of a crazy woman. “This can only be a dream. Only a dream. Otherwise, I am crazy. Only a dream. Please?”

He shook his head, his smile sad. “Is that what you want, Maggie? For me to be a dream? To wake up?”

Before I even formed a thought, I shook my head.
I didn’t want that.


Congratulations, Gina! I am so happy for you!

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Witness Through Time by Scott Wieczorek

Author Scott Wieczorek has pierced the veil of time...well, his character did and to celebrate his print release, we are unveiling his brand new cover for Witness Through Time......




When Glory Parker moves to the bucolic burg of Cragg's Head Cove, Maine, she uncovers a mystery that has remained unsolved for more than fifteen years—the disappearances of four college students with the perpetrator still on the loose. As the mystery unfolds around her, she becomes aware of her strange new ability to pierce the veil of time. Can Glory solve the mystery before more people disappear?

Witness Through Time Excerpt:

The glow of her headlights caught a gleam of metal ahead in the distance. A car was pulled over to the roadside. Could it be Jim? Did he decide not to head in to the station, but to wait for her? As she approached, the car came more clearly into view—definitely not Jim's.
Parked askew, it appeared the driver had pulled over in haste. The car's headlights remained on, but its taillights sat dark. She couldn't understand why someone would drive and abandon a car in such a dangerous way at night.

Against all her instincts and better judgment, she pulled off the road, grabbed her cell phone, and shut off her car. As it sputtered to a stop, it became apparent the other driver hadn't turned his engine off. Had something terrible happened? Its occupants couldn't be too far away. She reached into her center console and removed a flashlight before stepping out into the chilly night air.

She dialed Jim's number, hoping he still had his cell phone handy, but groaned at the dead air against her ear. A glance at the screen told her all she needed to know—no bars. How could that even be? She'd just received a text from Jim mere moments ago. She sighed, debating whether to drive a little further up the road to find better reception, or a phone booth. But something tugged at her; people probably needed help, and she couldn't just leave them here. With a shiver flitting up her spine, she stuffed the phone in her pocket and closed her car door.

As she stepped toward the embankment, the hackles stood on her neck. Something about the whole scene seemed wrong. Except for the low idle of the car, an eerie solitude settled about the place; not even the tree frogs croaked their mating songs in the night.
A scream pierced the stillness. She knew the sound—it didn't belong to any kind of animal; it belonged to a woman. She pulled her phone from her pocket. She dialed Jim's number again—still no reception.

Whipping her flashlight around, she pointed it to where the sound came from. Of course, it needed to be down the embankment. She slipped her phone into her pocket again; she would check for reception again later.

With a deep breath, she made her way down the steep roadside to the leaf-littered forest floor below. A quick examination of the slope as she went revealed another fresh path cut through the leaves, and snapped branches. Someone had crashed through here at high speed. Another scream caught her attention—a female voice, and definitely in trouble. Glory broke into a sprint, following the voice. She ran through the woods, branches whipping her face and brush grabbing her ankles.

"Somebody! Help me!"

The girl's scream sounded loud and clear. Something crashed in the leaves ahead, followed by a groan and sounds of struggle.

"Let me go, you bastard." The girl's voice echoed through the woods.

"Shut up!" The angry voice belonged to a male.

As her feet crashed through the leaves, she heard something like a meaty thud.

Glory stopped dead in her tracks, reached for her phone, and dialed 9-1-1. She pressed send—nothing again. Crap! She must still be in a dead spot. The irony struck her. If she didn't do something soon, then this would certainly be a dead spot for the girl. She needed to help—one way or another. Glory crept up, extinguishing her flashlight. She followed the sounds of struggle pierced by the girl's sobs and squeals.

"Yeah," said the male voice, "you go ahead and cry. Ain't nobody gonna help you." Glory could hear from the sound of his voice that he was enjoying himself.

The girl wailed, her voice carrying through the barren trees. The sharp clap of an open-handed slap echoed through the dark. Another wail flew into the night.

Glory could see the pair on the ground. The mousy young brunette girl lay on her back with a young man of average build atop her. He wore a backward baseball cap and Glory couldn't see his face. They wrestled around as he tried to pin her hands at her sides. She wriggled her hand free and tried to punch him, but he grabbed her wrist, trapping it again.

She scanned the ground for anything she could use as a weapon. Ten feet to her right, lay a long, thick branch, about four-feet in length. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears. Sidling like a crab, she slid her phone in her pocket and picked it up, creeping toward them.

Before she could reach them, though, the male straightened up, bellowing in pain. He clutched a hand to his face. Blood covered one of the girl's hands.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Here He Comes Again is coming SOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!!

I am so excited to announce the release of Here He Comes Again on August 18th, 2015.

My favorite Scene...
happens in a jailhouse. 

and the whole book was born with just this one line and that one scene.

It all started when I was laying in bed one night and the phone rang (my phone call wasn’t nearly so good as Jocelyn’s). It was just a random call from my sister in law, but after I got off the phone and tried to go back to sleep, an idea started toying with me. I know. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it hardly ever works that way for me.

I didn’t hop out of bed and immediately write it down or anything so exciting, I let it sit until the morning. I figured, if I woke up and the line was still there, it was a keeper. If not, something else would come.

Lo and behold, in the morning, there it was, still whirling around up there and it had a whole scene attached to it. The jail house scene. I imagined the whole interlude that morning—saw the entire thing, from the dingy sheets on Keaton’s jail cell bed, to Simon’s brown uniform, to Jocelyn’s fuzzy slippers and that monstrosity of a birthday cake.

Then came the dialogue. Keaton, I knew would be charming and fun. Simon was a momma’s boy, the golden child who worked with Keaton to orchestrate the whole thing. Jocelyn, though, she had to be tough and resistant to him and that was hard to write because I wanted her to fall back into Keaton from that first minute. I wanted whatever their problem was (I didn’t really know then) to vaporize into nothingness. But, if he didn’t have to fight for it, who would read it?

The first line… Had I known the first person to wish me happy thirtieth birthday would be my ex-husband calling from the county jail, I wouldn’t have answered gave me enough about Jocelyn that I knew she would be feisty when she saw him and his homecoming (he told me he’d been away) would be less than a joyous occasion for her.

And while it is the line that started everything rolling for me, I hope it is a line that stays with you, as well.