Archive for October 1st, 2018
Five Unforgivable Things
by Vivien Brown
Genre: Women’s Fiction/Mystery, Thriller, Suspense/Historical/Coming of Age/Detective
99¢ at time of posting!
One family torn apart by secrets and betrayals. Perfect for fans of Sue Fortin.
Over twenty years ago, Kate’s dream came true. After years of struggling, she was finally pregnant after pioneering IVF. But the dream came at a cost. Neither Kate nor her husband, Dan, could have known the price that they would have to pay to fulfil their cherished wish of having their own family.
Now, years later, their daughter Natalie is getting married and she’s fulfilling her own dream of marrying her childhood sweetheart. Natalie knows she won’t be like most brides in her wheelchair, but it’s the fact her father won’t be there to walk her down the aisle that breaks her heart.
Her siblings, Ollie, Beth and Jenny, gather around Natalie, but it isn’t just their father who is missing from their lives… as the secrets that have fractured the family rise to the surface, can they learn to forgive each other before it’s too late?
Rabbit: A Memoir
by Patricia Williams
9.99 at time of posting!
Nominated for the NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary Work
“An absolute must-read” – Shondaland
“[Rabbit] tells how it went down with brutal honesty and outrageous humor” – New York Times
They called her Rabbit.
Patricia Williams (aka Ms. Pat) was born and raised in Atlanta at the height of the crack epidemic. One of five children, Pat watched as her mother struggled to get by on charity, cons, and petty crimes. At age seven, Pat was taught to roll drunks for money. At twelve, she was targeted for sex by a man eight years her senior. By thirteen, she was pregnant. By fifteen, Pat was a mother of two.
Alone at sixteen, Pat was determined to make a better life for her children. But with no job skills and an eighth-grade education, her options were limited. She learned quickly that hustling and humor were the only tools she had to survive. Rabbit is an unflinching memoir of cinematic scope and unexpected humor. With wisdom and humor, Pat gives us a rare glimpse of what it’s really like to be a black mom in America.
“The Lover’s Portrait: An Art Mystery (Adventures of Zelda Richardson Book 2)” by Jennifer S. Alderson
The Lover’s Portrait: An Art Mystery (Adventures of Zelda Richardson Book 2)
by Jennifer S. Alderson
Genre: Mystery, Thriller, & Suspense/Historical Fiction/European
99¢ at time of posting! Kindle Unlimited!
Missing masterpieces, Nazi blackmailers and a pesky amateur sleuth.
When a Dutch art dealer hides the stock from his gallery – rather than turn it over to his Nazi blackmailer – he pays with his life, leaving a treasure trove of modern masterpieces buried somewhere in Amsterdam, presumably lost forever. That is, until American art history student Zelda Richardson sticks her nose in.
After studying for a year in the Netherlands, Zelda scores an internship at the prestigious Amsterdam Museum, where she works on an exhibition of paintings and sculptures once stolen by the Nazis, lying unclaimed in Dutch museum depots almost seventy years later. When two women claim the same portrait of a young girl entitled Irises, Zelda is tasked with investigating the painting’s history and soon finds evidence that one of the two women must be lying about her past. Before she can figure out which one it is and why, Zelda learns about the Dutch art dealer’s concealed collection. And that Irises is the key to finding it all.
Her discoveries make her a target of someone willing to steal – and even kill – to find the missing paintings. As the list of suspects grows, Zelda realizes she has to track down the lost collection and unmask a killer if she wants to survive.
Set in present-day and World War Two Amsterdam, this cultural heritage mystery is not just about stolen paintings, but also the lives that were stolen. This captivating novel is for readers who love fiction infused with art, history and mystery.
All of the amateur sleuth mysteries in the Adventures of Zelda Richardson series are stand-alone novels and can be read in any order.
This novel describes the plight of homosexuals and Jewish artists in Europe during World War II, as well as the complexities inherent to the restitution of artwork stolen by the Nazis in the 1930s and 1940s. The plot was inspired by the author’s experiences gained while studying art history in the Netherlands and working for several Dutch museums.
Olivia McCourtney knows a terrible secret, ghosts are everywhere, and they’re furious at the world.
When she leaves her hometown of Savannah, Georgia, to study in New York City, she is confronted by billions of sour spirits. But on the subway train from Queens to NYU, Olivia meets Patrick, a traveler trapped on the Broadway Line.
Olivia is obsessed with helping her newfound friend, but soon realizes that she’s the one who needs to be saved when she draws too much attention from both the living and the dead.
Can Olivia and Patrick help each other survive the perils of two different worlds that share a connection?
A photograph of a girl riding a bicycle clung to the humming, yellow refrigerator in the McCourtney family kitchen. A magnet shaped like a carrot chaperoned the picture, already stuck to the surface with age. Frozen forever, the radiant girl looked at the camera, her eyes gleaming. Ribbons, once fluttering from her handlebars, were now as stiff as the shadows captured on the road.
The child’s name was Mattie Boyer, now Mattie McCourtney, but most people mistook her for her eldest daughter, Pepper Marie. The two shared a redheaded resemblance that didn’t so much as glance at Mattie’s youngest daughter Olivia, a girl with hair as black as her pupils. That picture had fascinated Olivia since before she was tall enough to reach it.
Mattie always told people that she was singing along to the little transistor radio dangling from her wrist, but in truth, she had dropped that radio only moments before and broke it. She’d sobbed as she pedaled home, expecting a severe reaction from her dad.
Her oblivious father snapped the photo when Mattie approached the front yard. The calm façade misled him for a few seconds, but then he comforted his little girl with one knee on the hot driveway and his arms around her thin body gulping air. Later that night, he fixed the radio, and her captured grimace, disguised as a smile, was a secret they kept when the picture was developed into an artful and stunning image.
Olivia envied the carefree girl in that photograph. Maybe if she had known the truth, she wouldn’t have felt so isolated. Instead, she identified more with that little radio dangling in the breeze and picking up strange frequencies.
She had a secret too, and like that picture, it was hidden in plain sight.
Morgan Locklear has written over six hundred songs, but Connection is his first novel. (Not counting Exposure, the book he co-wrote with his wife, Jennifer Locklear in 2014, and some rather wordy Twilight fanfiction).
Connection began in November 2013 as a project for National Novel Writing Month, (NaNoWriNo). It only took four more Novembers to complete.
Publication Date: October 1, 2018
Publisher: Nixon House
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Interracial Romance
This Halloween, love bites back… hard.
Chastity Adofo knows a monster when she sees one. As soon as Luke Anthony wanders into her family’s coffee shop, she recognises the evil lurking beneath his charming smile and fantastic arse. The handsome werewolf is determined to have her—but she’s determined to cut out his heart.
Little does she know, Luke’s plans for her are far more pleasurable than murder. And when the full moon rises, all bets are off…
Warning: Mating the Huntress is 30,000 words of red-hot, Halloween-themed romance. This book contains one flirtatious, cursed creature of the night, one badass, knife-happy heroine, and forbidden lust at first sight. Please read responsibly!
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“I’ll answer a question,” he said, “for a kiss.”
“How very nefarious,” she muttered dryly.
“I’m a monster, aren’t I?”
“You should slap me and run off into the light.”
“Oh, piss off. Slap you and break my bloody wrist, more like.”
“I can’t help it if my bones are particularly sturdy.”
“Why are they so sturdy, again?”
He grinned at her innocent tone. “A kiss, love.”
“Fine.” Before he could grasp what was happening, she darted up on her toes and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. Every fibre in his body seemed to shatter, to explode on impact, as if the slight, chaste brush of skin against skin were the most erotic thing he’d ever felt.
And then she was gone, pressing herself back against the wall as if she could sink into it, her lashes lowered. “There. Now answer the question.”
It took him a moment to find the wherewithal to speak, but he tried to sound unaffected. Luke had a feeling that with Chastity, the slightest slip of control might be taken as permission to ride roughshod.
Not that he’d mind her taking advantage of him, once in a while.
“That wasn’t a real kiss,” he said. “You missed my mouth.”
“It’s dark,” she scowled. “Except for those bloody eyes of yours.”
“Thanks to these eyes,” he said patiently, “I can see you just fine. So we’ll do it again, and I’ll kiss you.”
“Nope. My kiss counts. You never said it had to be on the mouth.”
He smiled slowly, glad that the shadows hid his satisfaction. Ah, she had no idea what she’d just walked into. “Alright. Fair enough.” He enjoyed the expression on her face for a moment, all adorably pleased, as if she’d just won a prize. “Like all healthy, cursed beasts beholden to the moon, I am physically stronger, faster and sturdier than the average human. Higher bone density, more powerful muscles, magic, blah blah blah. And I believe I have a stronger immune system.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I’ve never gotten sick,” he said. “That was another question, Chasity. You owe me a kiss.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re a pervert.”
“You know,” he said reasonably, “you could always reject my bargain. Or at least, you could if you weren’t determined to prove yourself useful to a family who have, for some reason, denied your skills as a huntress. But since you are determined to do so, and since you also secretly want to kiss me, why don’t you be a good girl and let me take what I’m owed?”
She gaped at him like a particularly pissed-off fish. Then, finally, she spluttered, “Don’t psychoanalyse me, you inhuman prick.”
“How am I supposed to support you in overcoming your insecurities—”
“Call me insecure again and I will scoop out your eyeballs with a silver spoon.”
“—if I don’t put effort into understanding you? And Chas, we both know you’re never going to attack me again. I’d be open to play-fighting, though. You’re very sexy when you’re trying to remove my vital organs.”
“What on earth are you blathering on about?” she demanded. But she didn’t sound as brashly confident as usual, or as disgusted and dismissive. She sounded, beneath that iron voice of hers… unsure.
He didn’t like that, because he knew she must be uncomfortable. Chastity appreciated certainty, which meant that he appreciated certainty for her. That was what drove him to say, his words painfully blunt, “I want to mate you.”
There was a heavy pause. Then, finally, she said, “I wish I didn’t know what you meant by that, but…”
“Context clues?” he guessed helpfully.
“Context clues,” she agreed.
“How do you feel about it?”
“Horrified, obviously. I don’t think I need to tell you that whatever matingme entails, it’s never going to happen. Unless you force me.”
He ground his teeth together and breathed through his nose for a moment, her scent ironically comforting as he fought down nausea and fury in equal measure. Then, his temper and his roiling stomach under control, he gritted out in his best imitation of calm, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
“Um… are you okay?”
“Do you care?” he snarled, the moonlight-fine thread of his control finally snapping.
“Yes,” she clipped out, her voice equally harsh. And then they both faltered, blinking at that unexpected response. There was a heavy pause as she swallowed, the sound loud in the silence. Distantly, he recognised the rumble of passing cars on the nearby street, the open-and-shut of a door somewhere close, a faint conversation across the block. But that evidence of a world beyond the secret space between them wasn’t enough to drag Luke out of this moment, this precious breath of time when her eyes met his without aggression, when her pretty lips parted not to attack him, but to drag in air.
When she was just as affected as him, and unable to hide it.
His heart pounding, his beast growling hungrily for more, he leaned closer. “Chastity.”
“Mm?” she hummed, the sound unsteady.
“May I have my kiss, now?”
She took a deep breath, then gave a jerky nod.
“Say it,” he murmured.
Her voice was whisper-fine. “Yes.”