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Cover Reveal: And the Death Goes to #TobiTobiasmystery @bradfordauthor

Apr24
AND DEATH GOES TO…
by Laura Bradford
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Pub Date: 12/5/2017
The Tobias Ad Agency is in the running for the coveted Golden Storyboard,
and Tobi couldn’t be more thrilled—until she discovers it’s
literally an award to die for.
It’s an honor just to be nominated. But, let’s get real, Tobi wants to win.
The St. Louis Advertising Awards are like the Oscars for her field,
and Tobi’ is up for its most prestigious prize, Best Overall Ad
Campaign. The competition is always fierce, but this year it’s
killer . . .
Despite her high hopes, Tobi isn’t exactly shocked when she doesn’t win. But
she is shocked when the winner, Deidre Ryan, takes the stage only to
plummet to her death as a platform suddenly gives way. After the
police discover foul play, Tobi’s Grandpa Stu wastes no time in
nominating suspects. But was Deidre the intended victim—or was
someone else meant to take the fatal fall? Now it’s a race to catch
a killer in the spotlight, before another nominee gets the booby
prize and Tobi gets trapped in a no-win situation.
Laura Bradford
is also the author of the Emergency Dessert Squad Mysteries,
including Silence of the Flans and Éclair and Present Danger, and
the national bestselling Amish Mysteries, including A Churn for the
Worse and Suspendered Sentence. Under the pen name, Elizabeth Lynn
Casey, she writes the Southern Sewing Circle Mysteries, including
Wedding Duress and Taken In. She lives in Yorktown Heights, New York,
with her husband and their blended brood. Visit her website at
laurabradford.com.

Cover Reveal: Running Target #amreading #romanticsuspense

Mar27
RUNNING TARGET
by Kari Lemor
Genre:Romantic Suspense
Pub Date: 7/4/2017
An innocent in the crossfire . ..
FBI agent Jack Holland broke every rule
in the book falling for the girlfriend Angelo Cabrini, son of a New
Jersey mob boss. But even if Callie Lansing’s relationship to
Angelo was actually a cover and her heart was free, her relationship
with Jack put both of their lives at risk. Nothing, though, could
make Jack regret the liaison that led to the birth of their son,
Jonathan.
After Angelo discovered
Callie’s pregnancy, he went after Jack and wound up dead. Now Jack
is on the run with a target on his back. The only thing keeping
Callie and Jonathan safe is the mob boss’s belief that the baby is
his grandchild. But if Victor Cabrini discovers the truth before Jack
can put him behind bars, it could mean death for his sweet covert
family. . . .
Kari Lemor was one of those children
who read with a flashlight under the covers. Once she discovered her
mom’s stash of romance novels, there was no other genre to even
consider. For years, she had stories stewing in her mind, stories of
love and happily ever after. But writing wasn’t something she ever
liked in school. Of course, no one ever asked her to write a story
about a couple falling in love. Now that her children are grown, she
can concentrate on penning tales of dashing heroes who ride to the
rescue and feisty heroines who have already saved themselves.

Cover Reveal: WRATH OF THE ANCIENTS by Catherine Cavendish #horror #suspense #amreading

Mar23
WRATH OF THE ANCIENTS
by Catherine Cavendish
Genre: Horror/Suspense
Pub Date: 10/24/2017
DESTINY IN DEATH
Egypt, 1908
Eminent archeologist Dr. Emeryk
Quintillus has unearthed the burial chamber of Cleopatra. But this
tomb raider’s obsession with the Queen of the Nile has nothing to
do with preserving history. Stealing sacred and priceless relics, he
murders his expedition crew, and flees—escaping the quake that
swallows the site beneath the desert sands . . .
Vienna, 1913
Young widow Adeline Ogilvy has accepted
employment at the mansion of Dr. Quintillus, transcribing the late
professor’s memoirs. Within the pages of his journals, she
discovers the ravings of a madman convinced he possessed the ability
to reincarnate Cleopatra. Within the walls of his home, she is
assailed by unexplained phenomena: strange sounds, shadowy figures,
and apparitions of hieroglyphics.
Something pursued Dr. Quintillus from
Egypt. Something dark, something hungry. Something tied to the fate
and future of Adeline Ogilvy . . .
Following a varied career in sales,
advertising and career guidance, Catherine Cavendish is now the
full-time author of a number of paranormal, ghostly and Gothic horror
novels, novellas and short stories. She was the 2013 joint winner of
the Samhain Gothic Horror Anthology Competition, with Linden Manor,
which was featured in the anthology What Waits in the Shadows. Cat’s
novels include The Pendle Curse, Saving Grace Devine, and Dark
Avenging Angel. She lives with her long-suffering husband and black
(trainee) cat. They divide their time between Liverpool and a
260-year-old haunted apartment in North Wales.

Cover Reveal: Perfect Scents @authorvtaylor #amreading

Mar20
PERFECT SCENTS
by Virginia Taylor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 9/26/2017
Two unsuspecting lovers stumble upon the blueprint for love . . .
Calliope Allbrook takes a job in
lovely, sunny Adelaide, Australia, hoping to lose herself in her work
as a balm for her broken heart. And if it weren’t for the handsome
hunk renovating the house next door, Calli would never even have
looked up from the garden she is designing for her latest client. But
rugged Kellen Dee is just the cure the beautiful heiress needs. After
all, he has no idea who she is, so he certainly won’t see her as a
meal ticket. Then there’s the fact that Kell’s deliciously
sexy—and incredibly good with his hands . . .
From the moment Kell takes her in his
arms, he knows Calli is more than just a fling. Then the blue collar
bachelor learns he’s not sharing his bed with just any woman, but
the wealthy daughter of the man who could make Kell’s construction
business a success—and Kell the kind of well-heeled man worthy of
Calli’s love. But he’ll have to be careful his ambitions don’t
trip up his heart . . .
After training at the South Australian
School of Art, Virginia worked in an advertising agency. This segued
into re-training as a nurse/midwife before meeting the man of her
dreams, marrying and producing two children.
Over the years Virginia has been a
theatre set painter and designer, but now she fills her days as a
full-time writer.

Cover Reveal: I’m Only Here for the Beard by Lani Lynn Vale @LaniLynnVale #MCromance

Mar3
Title: I’m Only Here For The Beard
Series: The Dixie Warden Rejects #4
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2017
Photographer: Furious Fotog
Model: Hankins Fitness
Sean is a man with needs—needs that a lot of women were ready and willing to fulfill. Yet, the only woman that he wants to fulfill them dumped him for another man. A man who’s a member of his MC and is someone he has to see every single day and twice on Sundays.
He’s bitter and angry. He’s definitely not in the right frame of mind when it comes to dealing with women. Which is unfortunate for his new partner, Naomi, a fresh-out-of-school and totally green paramedic. 
—
Naomi’s got enough problems on her plate. A brother who’s self-destructive and doesn’t care who he takes down with him. A man who she’s in love with but who doesn’t love her. A job that she hates because it is a constant reminder of what she can’t have.
Desperate to distance herself from her problems, she runs, taking the first job in her field that she finds willing to take on someone with so little experience.
The last thing she needs is a perpetually pissed off partner, especially when he sets her blood on fire.
But life doesn’t ask how much you can handle when it dishes out challenges. It just keeps piling them on until you’ve bested them or you’ve buckled under them.
—
Sean really doesn’t want to like his new partner, Naomi. He just wants to be left alone to live his life however he damn well pleases and without complications.
Naomi doesn’t care what he wants, she can’t be anything but herself. It isn’t long before she’s breaking down his walls and making him feel again. She’s trying to pull him closer and he’s pushing her away.
It’s not long before Sean sees the error of his ways.
It’s too bad, though, that by the time he realizes she’s the one, Naomi’s already gone.
“What was all that?” he wondered.
I turned to find him standing in the entranceway to my room, watching me zip the final length of zipper.
“Uhhh,” I hesitated.  “Papers I was going over.”
His eyes lit up.
“I know medical supplies when I see them,” he drawled. “I’ve been a paramedic for ten years now, and I was an EMT in the Marines for a few years, too.”
So he realized I was lying to him.
Nice.
What do I say now?
He must’ve realized that I didn’t want to say anything, though, and let me out of it.
“If you don’t want to tell me, don’t tell me,” he drawled.
I bit my lip.
“I don’t want to tell you.”
His grin got wider. “Fine. Let’s go eat.”
“Let’s,” I scrambled up and shoved my phone into my pocket as I headed for the door.
I snatched my purse along the way, which happened to have an emergency supply of supplies needed for stoma care, my Kindle, a few chargers, and my wallet.
“You should really fear for your back’s health when you carry that thing around,” Sean said as he held open the door.
My mouth tipped up into a grin.
“Yeah,” I asked. “I’ll have to file that under my ‘I don’t care’ tab.  It has a lot of shit in it I need.”
“You haven’t read that Kindle once,” he said. “I can see it in there, too. It’s that new Oasis one. Do you like it?”
I walked to the back of the medic, and would’ve picked up the baggie, but Sean started the medic up and put it into reverse before I could.
I bit my lip, wondering if he’d see me take it to the trash or not, and decided to get it when we got home.
I did manage to kick it to the side so it didn’t get ran over, however.
The moment I was in the passenger seat, I let my bag fall to the floor between my feet and tried not to stare at my trash that I’d left in the grass.
Sean didn’t seem to notice, thank God, and backed out of the garage before shutting the door with practiced ease.
“Do you ever let others drive if you’re not in the back?”  I questioned him.
He shrugged. “No.”
My mouth twitched.  “Did you get wet on the way to work today?”
My eyes took in the gray skies that’d been pouring down water for the last six hours.  It’d been raining when I’d woken up and now, four hours into my shift, it hadn’t let up once.
The poor city, I’d heard, wasn’t very accepting of the rain due to a flood that’d hit Mooresville about a year ago. A flood that the people of Mooresville, Alabama were still trying to clean up after.
Luckily, the rain wasn’t meant to continue much past the late evening hours, and it was supposed to dwindle down into drizzling rain—a paramedics worst nightmare—very shortly.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Though my leather covered me most of the way. I just had to change my pants—which I planned to do anyway.”
“Gotcha. That must’ve been your first forty-five minutes in the bathroom this morning.”
His eyes narrowed as he turned his head and glared at me.
“I can’t help it. It takes as long as it takes.”
My mouth twitched.
“Hmm,” I murmured, reaching down for my phone as an idea hit me.
“Hey, today I saw something on Facebook about a squat potty,” I told him. “Have you heard about that?”
“No,” he grunted. “Can’t say that I have.”
My grin spreading, I pulled out my phone and started typing.
“What are you doing?” he asked nervously.
I batted my eyes at him, causing his own to narrow on my face.
“There’s something weird going on with your eyes,” he said in a monotone voice. “Would you like me to check them out for you?”
I stuck my tongue out at him and went back to my typing.
“Google is my friend,” I informed him, and grinned as I typed into the search bar ‘things that will make you go to the bathroom faster.’
And there, at the very top result, was the Shark Tank invention ‘Squatty Potty.’
I clicked on the first link which took me to Amazon, and started reading the description to him.
“This evolutionary invention is your new best friend.  It will encourage bowel movements, and cut your bathroom time in half.” I stopped and turned my eyes to look at him.  “That’s what you need.”
He flipped me off and continued driving, heading straight for Taco Hell.
“This is a different concept at first, but once you get the hang of it, it’ll become like second nature,” I continued. “What used to take forty long minutes, with butt tingling numbness about halfway through, now is a quick in and out process that you won’t have one single complaint about.  Satisfaction guaranteed!”
He was shaking his head furiously, his cheeks becoming pink.
“You buy that for me and I will literally kill you. I’ll bury your body in the woods outside my parents’ place, too,” he informed me.
I bit my lip and started laughing inwardly as I clicked the ‘Buy It Now’ option on my phone.
In two quick pages of buttons and clicking, I had it shipped next day, and closed my phone.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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