Body and Soul Food (A Books & Biscuits Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Setting – Timber Lake, Washington (Near Seattle)
Berkley (November 9, 2021)
Mass Market Paperback ‏ : ‎ 336 pages

 

Synopsis

 

In this page-turning new mystery series, fraternal twins Keaton and Koby will pull double duty when they take down a killer while preparing to open their new bookstore and soul-food café, Books & Biscuits.

 

When Koby Hill and Keaton Rutledge were orphaned at age two, they were separated, but their unbreakable connection lingered. Years later, they reunite and decide to make up for lost time and capitalize on their shared interests by opening up a well-stocked bookstore and cozy soul-food café in the quaint Pacific Northwest town of Timber Lake. But this new chapter of their lives could end on a cliffhanger after Koby’s foster brother is found murdered.

The murder, which occurred in public between light-rail stops, seems impossible for the police to solve. But as Keaton and Koby know, two heads are always better than one, especially when it comes to mysteries. With just a week to go before the grand opening of their new café, the twins will use their revitalized connection with each other to make sure this is the killer’s final page.

 

 

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Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abby Collette loves a good mystery. She was born and raised in Cleveland, and it’s a mystery even to her why she hasn’t yet moved to a warmer place. As Abby Collette, she is the author of the Ice Cream Parlor mystery series, about a millennial MBA-holding granddaughter running a family-owned ice cream shop in Chagrin Falls, Ohio, and the  Books & Biscuits mystery series, starring a set of fraternal twins who reunite and open a bookstore and soul food café. Writing as Abby L. Vandiver, she is the author of the Logan Dickerson Mysteries, featuring a second-generation archaeologist and a nonagenarian, as well as the Romaine Wilder Mysteries, pairing an East Texas medical examiner and her feisty, funeral-home-owning auntie as sleuths. Abby spends her time writing, facilitating writing workshops at local libraries, and hanging out with her grandchildren, each of whom is her favorite.

 

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Hunter Whitloch’s Wall Street career is on the fast track until he learns about his boss’, Egon Gregory, underhanded dealings. Hunter’s and Egon’s confrontation means Hunter must turn a blind eye or return to Crystal Creek and walk away from a lucrative career and the only woman he’s ever loved⸻Egon’s daughter, Bryce. He won’t let her make a choice between him and her father, so he makes that choice for her.

Bryce watched Hunter walk out of her life and never expected to see him again⸻until he shows up at her father’s funeral. The mystery deepens when Bryce learns her father asked Hunter to return to New York⸻the night her father died. The authorities have ruled Egon’s death a suicide but attempts on her life unearth more questions than answers⸻namely who can she trust? The man who abandoned her a year ago, or her father’s right-hand man who wants to seize control of the company from her?

Hunter has to return to Crystal Creek, but he won’t leave Bryce as bait to someone who wants her dead. But Crystal Creek isn’t the haven he expected, and soon he and Bryce race against the clock to find out what secret died with Egon, and how to endure the pain that has them fighting to protect their hearts and their lives.

 

 

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Meet Bryce Gregory and Hunter Whitloch

 

 

As the daughter of billionaire Egon Gregory, Bryce has it all, including men who want to marry her. She soon learns that her father’s billions makes her attractive to men who are looking for a way to get rich quick. One heartbreak is one too many,  and she develops a distrust toward men. Can any man love her for herself, or will her wealth be the most attractive feature about her? She won’t let her guard down when it comes to men. Though she’s cool and aloof, men still seek her out. Afraid of another heartbreak, she keeps her distance from men. It will take a special man to break past the barrier and convince her he loves Bryce for herself.

Could that man be Hunter Whitloch?

Hunter knows too well what it’s like to live in the shadow of the powerful. His grandfather is the wealthy financier Max Whitloch, Sr. Hunter’s father, Max, Jr., never forgave his father for abandoning him after his mother died.

Hunter loves his grandfather, but learned early on that many wanted to be his friend because of who his grandfather is. He understands Bryce’s reluctance to have relationships. He doesn’t know who wants to be his friend and who wants to use him. Because of Bryce’s fear of relationships, he lets her go. He’ll be there when she needs him.

After Hunter and Bryce graduate college, Bryce’s father, Egon, hires Hunter. He’s now climbing the corporate ladder. When Bryce opens her heart to him, he know she’s the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

His life couldn’t be better. He’s with the woman he loves, and he’s becoming a success without the help of his grandfather. He’s on the fast track …

Until …

His fraternity brothers started a company in their dorm room and want to take the company public. Hunter’s excited to help. He drafts the public offering and with Egon’s blessing prepares the deal. When the offering is scheduled to close, his brothers call and tell him the payout they’ll receive is less than the agreement.

Angry and humiliated, Hunter confronts Egon. Egon’s partner, Percy, is cheating Hunter’s fraternity brothers. Egon is enraged. How dare Hunter accuse Percy of underhanded dealings. Unless Hunter can prove Percy’s duplicity, he can leave.

Hunter can’t prove it. He’ll leave, but he’ll take Bryce with him.

Egon tells him that’s where he’s wrong. If he leaves the company, he’ll leave Bryce.

Hunter can’t walk away from Bryce.

What happens next?

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About the Author

 

A native of California, Laura Haley-McNeil spent her youth studying ballet and piano, though her favorite pastime was curling up with a good book. Without a clue as to how to write a book, she knew one day she would.

After college, she segued into the corporate world, but she never forgot her love for the arts and served on the board of two community orchestras. Finally realizing that the book she’d dreamt of writing wouldn’t write itself, she planted herself in front of her computer. She now immerses herself in the lives and loves of her characters in her romantic suspense and her contemporary romance novels. Many years later, she lived her own romantic novel when she married her piano teacher, the love of her life.

Though she and her husband have left warm California for cooler Colorado, they enjoy the outdoor life of hiking, bicycling, horseback riding, and snow skiing. They satisfy their love of music by attending concerts and hanging out with their musician friends, but Laura still catches a few free moments when she can sneak off and read.

 

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A Killer Sundae (An Ice Cream Parlor Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
3rd in Series
Setting – Chagrin Falls, Ohio
Berkley (January 4, 2022)
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 352 pages

 

Synopsis

 

Ice cream shop owner Bronwyn Crewse is in for two scoops of murder in this charming mystery from Abby Collette.

 

Chagrin Falls, Ohio, is gorgeous in the fall, and Bronwyn Crewse, owner of Crewse Creamery, knows just how to welcome the new season. At the annual Harvest Time Festival, residents will get a chance to enjoy hot-air balloons and hayrides, crown a new Harvest Time Festival Queen, and eat delicious frozen treats sold at Win’s freshly purchased ice cream truck. But she gets into a sprinkle of trouble when a festivalgoer is poisoned and Win is implicated.

Although the victim was a former Harvest Time Festival Queen, her once-sunny disposition had dimmed into bitterness, leaving no shortage of suspects at the festival. To clear her name before the chill of winter sets in, Win will have to investigate and hope that her detective skills won’t “dessert” her.

 

 

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Abby L. Vandiver, also writing as Abby Collette, is a hybrid author who has penned more than twenty-five books and short stories. She has hit both the Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestseller list. Books one and two, A Deadly Inside Scoop and A Game of Cones, from her latest cozy series, An Ice Cream Parlor Mystery, published by Penguin Berkley, is out now.

 

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Why would anyone want to read this book? Just because girl on girl is hot? Truth be told, I’m not even sure she’s all there, but a little bit of crazy can be very enticing; you certainly can never be assured of a calm day. Granted, a little calm isn’t too bad every once in a while, especially when you have to put up with a friend who probably should’ve been diagnosed with A.D.D. years ago, just so the rest of us can get a little break when she medicates. I don’t want to talk about her, though; no, my thoughts are revolving around the beautiful long-haired brunette whose very presence is a balm to the pain shattering throughout my soul. Don’t get me wrong; I’m just an ordinary college student – I think we all have pain of some kind or another, brutally destroying the innocence of our youth in order to allow the inner adult to stride forth from the ruins with the ash of smothering childhood nightmares clinging tenaciously to our newly sensitized skin. The following is just the artistic rendering of my story, which, unfortunately, had to be put into words, which is not my strongest suit; I just want to be drawing, you know?

 

 

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For now, her brush whispered over the canvas, creating the rustling of wind coursing over layers of leaves forming a carpet over the grounds of a forest. Laney felt a single moment’s peace, a respite from having to deal with the alien world outside of her own musings, until the trilling of the personalized ringtone on her cell for her mother interrupted. She slowed her movements even more, wanting more of a calm breeze, the ocean’s susurration, attending her in the background on her nature walk, as if she were holding up a seashell to her ear in the middle of the woods instead of automatically answering the phone to her mother’s call. She couldn’t just ignore her, as that would only cause the phone to ring again later, but she still hadn’t wanted this in her evening. After the usual faux happy greetings inherently displayed when one is still young enough to live in one’s parent’s house, Laney had to endure her mother’s conversational pathway, which inevitably led to the same destinations every time.

“Your dad and I just got back from buying these little sun-catching crystals for the garden. He thinks they might be…” Laney’s brush slid down the paper momentarily, though at first she didn’t notice the errant color being added, what with her eyes being closed in an attempt to no longer be connected to the conversation, but this was a futile endeavor, about as useful as one counting to themselves to calm down.

“So, how’s your semester starting out? Are you still spending all your free time drawing?”

“Mom, it’s my major; of course I’m going to be drawing a lot.” She used the feathered edge of her brush to smear little wisps onto the extra color, creating the movement of a fall of leaves, perhaps separated from their branch by a rambunctious squirrel attempting to show his mastery of his domain by chasing off any other adventurous sorts with his intimidating, squeaking, chatter.

“Honey, I just think you need to go out a little more, make some friends. These last few months didn’t have to be so hard.” Laney’s fingers tightened around her brush as her eyes closed yet again, and her lips pursed out. Her mother wasn’t doing this on purpose; she was just incredibly annoying innately. Every time, though? Does she not hear that she’s a broken record, the skipping only getting louder and louder as it stabs with an ice pick’s cruelty into the center of Laney’s ear, making her lopsided as all the scrambled matter in her brain shifts to fall with gravity out of the new, far larger, hole?

“There are a lot of the same students in my classes this time; it was nice to see them again.” Laney’s lips flattened as she contemplated that the leaves and the squirrels weren’t calming her down. Couldn’t this conversation end?

“Oh? Did you talk with anyone, see anyone outside of class?” …Apparently not. Being satisfied with the answer provided was too much to expect from her mother. Maybe she was just hideously lonely, for the t.v. could’ve, God forbid, broken, and she needed to find new ways to pass the hours.

“Yeah, Mom. A bunch of girls are going out to lunch together tomorrow.” That was a nice little sidestep; Laney was very nearly proud of herself for so far managing this conversation without yelling at her mother. With a newly saturated brush glistening with a bright olive green, Laney dappled specks of sunlight onto the leaves of the oak so alive in front of her that she felt rejuvenated from the oxygen being exhaled from the page.

“That’s great. You have a three day weekend coming up, you want me and your dad to–”

“No!” she yelled, then wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction at that tallied point against her. “I mean…, come on, Mom, no one wants their parents to visit; I’ll be home during break.” Clearly, a bit more would be necessary to extract herself from this. “Anyway, I’ve got to go; the dining hall is about to close.”

“Alright. We’ll talk again soon. Have a good dinner.”

“Yeah, bye.” After hanging up, Laney dropped the brush in an old jar filled with turpentine, then grumpily sat down at her computer to mindlessly scroll through whatever people deemed worthy enough to post on the net, while taking another handful out of the dining hall take-out box that she had placed beside her earlier. …This day sucked.

 

 

About the Author

 

Nkr started putting stories down in college, due to the necessity of finishing a major, though she began writing in the 6th grade, with an attempted sonnet idealizing the night and owls. The genre that she vastly prefers to write in currently is psychological drama.

Her first novel, Just One More Day, was started because of frustration at homosexuality being looked down upon, so the main character is gay.

Her second novel, Claims, began from an incident in her teenage years, though the story itself is definitely fiction.

She’s constantly jotting down notes for current or future characters, much to the confusion of any bosses she’s had, and always seems to have three or four stories on the back burner, at least until one character proves dominance.

 

 

Synopsis

 

“She said to me, she said, do you like girls, and I said, they’re more fun than boys.”

You want to hear a story about a poor little girl who just won’t let life drag her down, no matter what? Who keeps persisting, again and again, to find happiness and kittens at every turn? I don’t care. No, this book is about me, and how she ruined my life. I didn’t know this at first but that damn girl just kept showing her face, taunting me. This is my book. She’s a bitch.

But she’s not a bitch, because she’s perfect. This is a story about Tillie and the people who love her. A psychological drama about how a love triangle violently degenerates after sex has been added to the equation. But I’m the most important; after all, I made her what she is today.

Disclaimer: nkr has consistently said that writing is cathartic to her, that she uses it to exorcise her emotional hangups. This one was a biggie. You’ve been warned.

 

 

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Who was Tillie’s audience this time? Turning around, Kane saw Dominic coming into the food court; crap, he didn’t need this; didn’t he get enough of the guy at school? Only…, well, Dominic could be useful, Kane acknowledged as he nodded at him in recognition.

“Stay here, Till, okay? I’m just going to go say ‘Hi’ to Dominic.” He might… Dominic might be able to lock onto something that Kane wasn’t seeing.

“Hey, your dad’s like a therapist or something, right? So you probably hear all about crazy shit, right?” Kane asked after approaching through the sea of people, or whatever little corny thing Tillie would’ve described it as. It wasn’t really accurate, either; the mall was dead. It’d be a good mall for a zombie game, though. Would the big, empty corner store be a good thing or a hindrance during a zombie attack? Depends on if he could find a way in, and also if they couldn’t.

“Well, whatever,” Kane replied in response to whatever Dom’s dad actually did; he was almost sure there was an ‘ology’ in there, “come say ‘Hi’ to Till.” Kane turned around to go back to the little table where he had left her sitting, only he almost bumped into her.

“Hi!” she crowed, then bounced to hug Dominic, who put his arms around her fairly reluctantly after checking with Kane. Tillie and Dominic didn’t really go in the same crowds in high school, so they probably hadn’t even spoken much prior to this, but it was fairly obvious this was a different variation of the girl who used to pretend she was in 13th grade just to have something to lord over the other students.

“I had a really, really hard time falling asleep, because of my mom,” she started explaining when Kane prompted her. “She just kept talking about it, and I didn’t feel good. Achy, like being sick. I hate being sick!”

“Yeah, I hate being sick, too,” Dominic agreed with a nod, then to Kane, he asked, “Does her mom think anything is weird?”

“No, not really. She’s getting along better with her now,” Kane tried to slip in, but Tillie started yelling over him.

“But I didn’t want to talk! I had a sheet pile on the couch. I wanted to keep laying down, but my mom let Kane in like normal. He didn’t get it!” she whined in a plea toward Dominic. “I… I wanted… I wanted the yucky feelings to go away; they hurt!”

“I don’t know, man,” Dom offered quietly in an aside, “do you want me to text my dad, anyway? I mean… He’s… He’s smart. Kinda… unlike her, now…”

“No!” Kane hissed as Tillie latched onto his arm and started swinging it. He didn’t… There was… There was nothing wrong with her. Maybe it was just a game.

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He needed to do this; the last possibility entertained for insemination wasn’t a viable option for any real longevity. Not that he had ever expected her to be, considering how they met.

“Well,” Johnathan said into the waiting, unacceptable, void in the conversation with Jess, “I wanted to know if you wanted to grab dinner tonight and go for a round of mini-golf.” The dating process just didn’t make any sense; shouldn’t he know at the start if it wasn’t a suitable match? If it didn’t work out with any previous girl, then he obviously knew he couldn’t continue with it, so there was no problem with looking again quickly. He was supposed to be picking the right girl and thus needed options. He definitely wouldn’t question Papa’s judgment about being open to other options; learn from your betters and all that.

“Oh. Um, sure,” Jess finally replied. Yeah, not surprising she said yes; they always say yes, at least at first. Johnathan had dated the same girl for a few years at the end of his high school career, despite knowing that the football players, even the ones who had already graduated, could have their pick if only they wanted a different one. He had thought that Blake was the right one, even though it was eventually proven to him that he had been inaccurate and hasty in decision-making; that was the only reason it had lasted a few years, and while it had truly been disheartening to learn how easily she could be swayed, he had been warned. Papa just knows better.

 

 

About the Author

 

Nkr started putting stories down in college, due to the necessity of finishing a major, though she began writing in the 6th grade, with an attempted sonnet idealizing the night and owls. The genre that she vastly prefers to write in currently is psychological drama.

Her first novel, Just One More Day, was started because of frustration at homosexuality being looked down upon, so the main character is gay.

Her second novel, Claims, began from an incident in her teenage years, though the story itself is definitely fiction.

She’s constantly jotting down notes for current or future characters, much to the confusion of any bosses she’s had, and always seems to have three or four stories on the back burner, at least until one character proves dominance.

 

 

Synopsis

 

A new quirky young adult horror fantasy novel from the author of James Rhyder and the Cave of Dreams.

Sixteen-year-old Chase Addams just had the worst birthday of his entire life. He was terrorized at school by a death god, spent the evening in a haunted house, and even faced off with an urban legend in the flesh. If this wasn’t enough to ruin the average person’s day, it ended with his best friend and girlfriend, Asra Saitou, being dragged off into the abyss by a mysterious arm wreathed in flames. Chase soon discovers this kidnapping is part of a hidden war between the lands of the living and the lands of the dead. What’s even worse for the self-described uncoordinated, sarcastic, smartass is everyone thinks he’s something called a guardian —one of the heroic spirits who are summoned to not only fight in the war but keep the conflict from spilling out into the different realms of existence.

Now, Chase must come to terms with what it means to be a hero, avoid the terrors prowling in the lands of the dead, maneuver the politics of an interplanar war, and of course try to find Asra. All of this before a lurking darkness consumes both worlds. However, in this cosmic conflict, nothing is quite what it seems.

 

 

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David Brooks is the author of over 100 middle-grade and young adult fantasy novels, only two of which have been written and released. That is to say, he is an author with an entire notebook bursting with ideas, and never enough time to get everything written. James Rhyder and the Cave of Dreams was his debut novel.

 

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James Dreadful and the Tomb of Forgotten Secrets (The Dreadful Series Book 2)

 

by Alan Creed

 

Category: YA Fiction (Ages 13-17), 332 pages

 

Genre: Fantasy

 

Publisher: Creed Publishing

 

Release date: October 19, 2021

 

 

Synopsis

 

James Dreadful’s Epic Adventure Continues in Book Two of the Dreadful Series

After narrowly escaping a contract with his father’s evil servant Rekenhowler, James reluctantly decides to return home to the Cades Isles to live out the rest of his youth training to become a sorcerer. The only problem: James and his companions are adrift on the boat Persephone in the Realm of Shadows without a crew.

When a stowaway aboard Persephone informs James that his father—the Dark Lord—might have been mind-slaved by the mysterious, evil Cowl, James is shocked. The only proof that he will accept is the soul of his father, which he learns is lodged deep in the Tomb of Forgotten Secrets. In confronting his father’s soul, James can learn the truth about the Dark Lord—and if he is destined to become one himself.

​But before he can reach the Tomb, James must travel to Sarvelok, an island protected by raiders, to retrieve the key his uncle Oskar stole from him. Attacking the island would be suicide—but possible with the help of Rekenhowler. The price James will have to pay, however, is too high, but without it, will he ever learn the truth of his father—and his own fate?

 

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Alan Creed fell in love with storytelling after seeing Star Wars for the first time as a child. When he was ten years old, his tutor asked him to write sentences containing three words: Ocean, Desert, and Jungle. Instead of sentences, Alan wrote a 103-page story entitled Journey through the Desert. That’s when he knew he wanted to be a writer. His 103-page story served as the source material for the Dreadful Series. Alan is currently working on the next installment in the James Dreadful series.

 

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The world of the Lands is filled with dangerous beasts, warmed by lava lakes, full of exotic plants, and infused with the magic of nature. This land is inhabited by very different people, but the most numerous and influential of them are called Igni. Not only do their species have a very distinctive look; their culture and way of life are also quite exceptional. This book will familiarize you a bit with them, their world, and their way of life.

The first story will tell you about Sabiri and Iskrila. One day, their quiet and pleasant life was assaulted, their well-being endangered, forcing them to retaliate. They had to protect not only themselves but their entire village. Just like in old times, they go to war. Yet now the threat came from the most unlikely place. Will Sabiri and Iskrila be able to prevail? To what lengths will they be willing to go? Will they be able to show kindness to their enemies, or will they destroy them in bitter rage?

The second story will tell you about Bacara and Maria. To protect their village from an imminent attack, they go on a journey to find magical artifacts of immense power. Or no power at all. You would need to be a mage to understand such objects and control them. But without a mage to help them, Maria and Bacara have to act blindly, all to gain an advantage against their foes. Will they find their prize? Will the artifacts obey their new masters or destroy them?

 

 

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«The question»

 

“Why did it happen?” Maria finally said after a few minutes. “Not like it’s the first time I’ve faced danger…”

Maria looked Bacara in the eyes and leaned forward, trying to find answers in them. “Why did I panic? After everything I’ve done before meeting you? After everything we’ve done together? Why did I freeze now? I even had weapons; I even had my shield… I had you at my side!”

Now Bacara leaned forward and took Maria’s hands in hers. Face to face, they were as close to each other as their horns allowed.

“Are you saying you were always fearless?” Bacara smiled. “Do you remember your first time? When you were in true danger? When you knew that a single mistake could cost you your life? Are you sure you weren’t afraid then? I really don’t know — we hadn’t met yet.”

Maria did not answer.

“How old were you back then? I guess you’d been training for a battle, preparing for it, asking advice, hearing stories about it. But you were not ready for it, not really. You didn’t really know anything about a battle, about danger, about fear, about death. Nothing can prepare a person to face that. Nothing but experience.”

Bacara sat more comfortably and started to clean the dried blood from Maria’s sword.

“Same here. I doubt you’ve infiltrated a village before. Your enemy was always right in front of you. You always knew what was coming. But not today. Every door could’ve opened, every shadow could’ve hidden death, every step could’ve been your last. I think what’s more important is that you haven’t had a clear goal. You always push yourself towards it: you count dead enemies, cleaned houses, killed animals, even covered distance. You don’t count how many push-ups you did — you count how many there are still left to do. I also do that sometimes. Today you were wandering in darkness. But the next time will be easier. You know that!”

Maria looked away and lay down. Her sword was now clean. But Bacara wasn’t about to look away as well. Wasn’t going to sleep while she could see the light, reflecting in Maria’s open eyes. Very slowly, the sky was becoming brighter and brighter. How much time did they have until the village would awaken? How fast would they find out what had just happened? Why? Why did that igni wake up? They didn’t have to kill anyone! If they could’ve just grabbed the thing and gotten out…

“I am afraid of many things, you know that,” Maria broke the silence. “Frightened even. That thing I’m teaching people — ‘Don’t think, just do’ — did it ever work? I mean, in a real situation?” she asked.

“You know the answer,” Bacara said. “You definitely kept saying that to yourself today — and here we are! As safe as we’re gonna be. They won’t see us from the ground.”

“As safe as we’re gonna be? But why?” Maria sat up and looked Bacara in the eye. “Why can’t we be home? I know why I’m here. But why did you agree to this?”

 

About the Author

 

Anton Anderson is a programmer by trade, but a fantasy writer by soul.

He enjoys creating. And creating fictional worlds offers more freedom than programming.

Anton worked in the field of autonomous vehicles, and now he moved to cybersecurity.

From early childhood, Anton loves fantasy, science-fiction, detective, thrillers, and mystery.

His first published book “The Seekers: Soul Ties” was long in the making, but rich with experimentation and discovery.

Anton holds a bachelor’s degree in Applied Mathematics and Informatics in Economy.

He lives on planet Earth.

 

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His Hometown Yuletide Vow

 

(Pacific Cove Romance #1)

 

By Carol Ross

 

Contemporary Romance

 

Paperback & ebook, 249 Pages

 

November 30, 2021, by Harlequin Heartwarming

 

 

Synopsis

 

All he wants for Christmas

Is a second chance…

Derrick Bright’s baseball career may be over, but his brother’s is just starting—until a scandal threatens to end things. PR specialist Anne McGrath hasn’t spoken to Derrick since he left her eleven years ago. But she agrees to help for his brother’s sake. Escaping the press in Pacific Cove allows them to reconnect. Will she accept Derrick’s vow and make his Christmas dreams finally come true?

 

 

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“I didn’t even know you were participating in the auction until I saw the program tonight. Before I could find you myself, a friend introduced me to Todd, and Todd asked if I’d be willing to meet you…” Derrick’s mouth pulled up on one side like he was trying not to smile. He was all boyish innocence and every bit as appealing as Anne remembered as he added, “He, uh, he actually asked me if I’d flirt with you a little.”

Anne choked out a surprised laugh. “Thank you for sparing us both that awkwardness.”

Grinning, he assured her, “It wouldn’t be awkward for me.” His gaze traveled down and settled on a spot. “You have a little smudge of something on your dress. Let me guess—ice cream?”

She frowned. A combination of embarrassment and discomfort blazed through her. How dare he draw on their former intimacy like this?

Glancing down, she tugged clumsily on her wrap and thought up a lie. “No, it’s, um…oil.”

“Oil?” he repeated skeptically.

“Yep.” She shrugged and stared him down. “Moonlighting on the oil rig.”

He started to smile, to call her out, but then seemed to pick up on her back-off signal. He cleared his throat and composed his features. “How have you been, Anne?”

“For all eleven of the years it’s been since I’ve seen you?” She heard the clear edge in her voice. There was a chance she hadn’t gotten over this quite as well as she’d believed. But you know what? What he’d done had been really…hurtful, and perhaps she was still a tad angry. Now that she thought about it, there was no rule stating she had to make this reunion easy on him.

 

Excerpted from His Hometown Yuletide Vow by Carol Ross, Copyright © 2021 by Carol Ross. Published by Harlequin Heartwarming.

 

 

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USA Today and national bestselling author Carol Ross grew up in small-town America right between the Pacific Ocean and the Cascade Mountains, in a place where you can go deep sea fishing in the morning and then hit the ski slopes the same afternoon. The daughter of free-range parents, she developed a love of adventure and the outdoors at a very early age. She’s grateful for the “research material” that every questionable decision, adrenaline-charged misstep, and near-death experience has provided.

 

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Tour Schedule

 

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December 7th: Launch

 

December 8th: Nancy Campbell Allen – The Matchmaker’s Lonely Heart

 

December 9th: Rachael Anderson – Five Kisses

 

December 10th: Sarah M. Eden – The Merchant and the Rogue

 

December 11th: Arlem Hawks – Georgana’s Secret

 

December 12th: Jess Heileman – The Nabob’s Daughter 

 

December 13th: Krista Jensen – Miracle Creek Christmas

 

December 14th: Jen Geigle Johnson – A Christmas Kiss

 

December 15th: Josi S. Kilpack – Love and Lavender

 

December 16th: Carla Laureano – Discovered by Love series

 

December 17th: Sarah L. McConkie – Meet Me Under the Kissing Bough

 

December 18th: Carol Ross – His Hometown Yuletide Vow

 

December 19th: Nichole Van – Brotherhood of the Black Tartan series

 

December 20th: Anneka R. Walker – Brides and Brothers

 

December 21st: Camron Wright – Christmas by Accident

 

December 22nd: Julie Wright – A Captain for Caroline Gray

 

December 23rd: Grand Finale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Murder in the Christmas Tree Lot (A Tory Benning Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Publisher ‏ : ‎ Beyond the Page Publishing (November 17, 2020)
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 230 pages

 

Synopsis

 

Landscape architect Tory Benning returns in a holiday mystery tied up with a bow!

 

Still struggling with the death of her husband, Tory Benning is doing her best to get into the festive spirit of the holiday season, but when her landscaping company’s email is hacked and there’s a break-in at the office, it’s enough to make her see red. And then the unthinkable happens, when the owner of a specialty food truck is brutally slain at the company’s Christmas tree lot, and Tory finds herself mired in murder once again.

With a long list of suspects—including an untold number of revelers disguised in Santa suits, seasonal employees handling tree sales, and even a vengeful jilted suitor—the police investigation grinds along slowly and methodically. But as Tory begins piecing together clues on her own, she finds she’s the target of a menacing stalker who may be out to do more than just scare her. Refusing to be intimidated, Tory vows to nab the culprit, even if it means that catching a Christmas killer has become her lot in life . . .

 

 

 

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About the Author

 

Judith Gonda is a mystery writer and Ph.D. psychologist with a penchant for Pomeranians and puns, so it’s not surprising that psychology, Poms, and puns pop up in her amateur sleuth mysteries featuring landscape architect Tory Benning.

 

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