Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Conduit by Stacey Rourke Now Free on Amazon !




NOW FREE ON AMAZON AND OTHER SALE PLATFORMS!!!




Book Info-
Title: The Conduit
Pages: 212
ISBN-10: 0985266368
ISBN-13: 978-0985266363
ASIN: B007H7UMR0
Date Published: November 2011 (rereleased November 13, 2013)
 Blurb-
All 18-year-old Celeste Garrett wants is to head off to college and make those fun, yet ill-advised, choices college kids are known for. And maybe to spend some time with the hot cameraman she just met. Instead, because of a pact her ancestors made in the 17th century with a mythical creature, she has to save the world. While normal kids are slamming energy drinks and cramming for exams, Celeste will get her adrenaline rush fighting a fire breathing dragon. She wants to meet friends in the quad to exchange lecture notes, but first she must exchange blows with a shapeshifting demon on the rooftop. Life isn’t always fair for a superhero, but at least she doesn’t have to do it alone. With her brother and sister as sidekicks, they alternate between saving lives and getting on each others’ nerves. Together the trio encounters unspeakable odds, mystical forces and comes face-to-face with an image that will haunt them forever—their grandmother in a leopard print bikini.

Book Links-
http://www.amazon.com/Conduit-Gryphon-Stacey-Rourke-ebook/dp/B007H7UMR0/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid=



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Sale Blitz for Edge of Truth by Natasha Hanova‏

FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY YOU CAN GET 'EDGE OF TRUTH' FOR 99 CENTS!!!! 


Edge of Truth
By: Natasha Hanova
Published: June 6th, 2013 by Sapphire Star Publishing

Citizens who report to work on time, obey the Overlord’s laws, and stay off the Synbot’s radar, live long lives. Long, dull, monotonous lives.

It’s not a bad plan for someone with a hidden, emotion-based ability to trigger earthquakes. In a world pitted against her, sixteen-year-old Rena Moon strives for a life beyond working herself to death at the factory. Seeing an alternative, she risks selling relics from the forbidden lands at Market. It becomes the worst decision she ever made. Someone kidnaps her best friend in exchange for the one thing that would end her oppression.

Driven by loyalty, Rena and seventeen-year-old Nevan Jelani, soulful composer, green thumb extraordinaire, and the secret love of her life, plot to rescue her friend and reclaim her salvage. Still, the thought lingers whether Nevan is a true hero or another thief waiting for his chance at her loot. Events spin wildly, deepening Rena’s suspicions and pushing her limit of control. With more than her chance for freedom at stake, she must decide if she’s willing to kill to protect what’s precious to her. For once, the Overlord isn’t holding all the power, but can Rena live with being reduced to what she’s trying so hard to escape?

Book Blitz for Moonbow by Sheila Hollinghead‏





Title- Moonbow
By- Sheila Hollinghead
Genre- Inspirational Romantic Suspense

Blurb-
A widow, a doctor, an unborn child. Three lives are at risk in this high stakes suspense. Die Auserwahlten, the Chosen Ones, have impregnated Gisa with an embryonic clone. Is it evil or just a child? It's up to Dr. Rayden Brooks to untangle the web that keeps them captive and save their lives. But will Gisa trust him?

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About the Author-
Sheila Hollinghead, an army brat, was born in Nuremberg, Germany. When she was ten, her father was stationed in Toul, France where she discovered a treasure trove of books hiding in the furnace room. The house was rumored to be the former headquarters of the Nazi Party with bullet holes decorating the foyer as evidence. The books, sci-fi, mysteries, fantasy, and the classics, opened her mind to the power of story. Today, she is married and lives on a farm in south Alabama with dogs, cats, and chickens. She agrees with Emily Dickinson who said, "I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it until it begins to shine."

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A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR-


Moonbow began as a literal dream. Bless (or curse) my husband. When I told him the strange story, he encouraged me to turn it into a book. I'm not sure if the final manuscript resembles the first shadowy images in the least. Writing morphs and grows into things we cannot imagine when we first put pen to paper.  I hope to continue the growth of the story and further explore the question from my dream: "Are some men born evil? What if they got a second chance?"

Excerpt #1-
The man refused to allow the crowd in the hospital cafeteria to thwart his efforts. He maneuvered to a seat, cutting in front of a young couple, to obtain full view of his prey. His cap was crammed down over his eyes, but he still saw the way Dr. Rayden Brooks smiled at the young woman, Adalgisa Ostheim. She bent her head closer to the doctor and allowed him to stroke her arm. Surely, the doctor's conduct was unethical? The woman may not be the patient of Brooks, but she was the patient of his colleague, Dr. Cochran.
The man pulled the brim of his cap lower. He knew this woman—she had been his third and there was also a fourth. The other three he had forgotten as soon as he had finished the assignment. But not Adalgisa, or Gisa as she called herself. The other three had made no more an impression on him than a fly buzzing around his head. They had all been annoyances, really. All but Adalgisa.
He had reached his objective with her long ago and moved on. And, yet, now he had returned to her, like a deer pursued by dogs panting for water. And Oberste had learned of his obsession.
The man was not cognizant of the ways Oberste received information. Regardless, Oberste knew and had warned him away from the woman. The dangers of disobedience were great and yet, here he was, to understand why something within him would not, could not, allow this.
The man made a plan. First, he would approach Dr. Cochran, discuss the behavior of Brooks. If Cochran refused to put a stop to it, he would be eliminated—regardless of Oberste's orders.
Oberste need not know. The threat of defection among those recruited was always a concern. Oberste would accept his story—that Cochran threatened the integrity of the program. And, of course, Dr. Rayden Brooks would simply be collateral damage. Oberste would be none the wiser.
He had to wrench his eyes away from Adalgisa's laughing face to glance at his cell phone. The meeting was in an hour. Tardiness would not be tolerated. Reluctantly, he left the hospital cafeteria.
He convinced himself he had time for a quick stop before the meeting. He hurried into the store, a practiced smile on his lips. "Pack of cigarettes," he said to the woman behind the counter.
She tilted her head at him, and one eyebrow rose. "Brand?"
"Lucky Strikes, unfiltered." Nasty habit, but if he was to continue his surveillance of Adalgisa and Brooks, he needed something to keep his hands busy. It had nothing to do with quelling his fear of Oberste.
He mimicked the woman's tilt of the head. "Sorry, make that a carton."
"Sure. No problem."
Yes, Oberste had his methods, but so did he. He would carry out his plan, seek out Cochran, and sever the bond between Adalgisa and Brooks. He fervently wished he could take care of Brooks directly, but the rules forbade contact with those outside of the organization. If a violation occurred, Oberste always perceived the infraction, within hours, if not minutes. No deception was allowed; all worked for the cause.
Still, if the car of Dr. Rayden Brooks was parked in front of Adalgisa's house when he returned from the meeting, he would tear him apart with his bare hands, no matter what Oberste might do.

EXCERPT 2:
The opening of her door startled her. She looked up into Rayden's face.
"What are you doing?" she asked, gulping down a sob.
He reached in and placed her hand in his. His hand was warm and dry, and his strength seeped into her. She allowed him to pull her out until they stood face to face. He wrapped his arms around her, and she cried into his shoulder while he stroked her hair.
With a shuddering breath, she pushed back to peer into his face. He brushed her tears away with a tender touch. Even with the tumult of emotion crashing through her, her skin tingled each place his fingers trailed.
She pulled back to escape the sensation and searched his eyes. “Why? Why did they choose me?”
“I don’t know.” His voice was gentle, his lips agonizingly close.
She wanted to remain like this, in his arms, safe and secure, enshrouded where nothing could ever harm her. “If I have an abortion, at least they’d quit following me?” She said it tentatively, as more of a question than a statement.
He sighed. “I told you that’s not going to happen.”
“Why? I need to know why.”
"Maybe you know?"
She shook her head again. “I don't know! I’m nobody. Nobody at all..."

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