#MiniTour “The Last Tiger” by Anthony Lavisher


Welcome to the mini tour for modern thriller, The Last Tiger by Anthony Lavisher! Read on for details and an excerpt!

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Publication Date: June 7th, 2021

Genre: Modern Thriller

Jon Galnia is a husband, a father, a Mafia Don, a man who believes that Fate and Destiny are two sides of the same fickle coin. Rich beyond his wildest dreams, his inherited empire expands beyond America, far beyond the streets of his bloody playground, currently far beyond the reach of the authorities desperate to pin even a traffic violation on him.

Fate is about to intervene.

Plucked from the sky by those who hate him, or perhaps by those who want what he has, Jon’s private jet crashes in central India, sabotaged by fate, though, perhaps, guided by destiny.

Unbeknownst to him, Jon is about to play a daring hand in an even bigger power struggle, one that will shock the world and, perhaps more importantly, the self-centered, ruthless Don.

A tale of corruption, of adventure and heroism, The Last Tiger is a thrilling tale of one man’s quest for survival and his uncertain hand on the pages of history.


The flames leaping out of the jet’s engines were raging wildly now, forcing the light aircraft to pitch and drop rapidly through the dark cloud cover as it dived towards the earth thirty thousand feet below.

What had started out as a promising day for Jon Galnia was rapidly going downhill now, and as he dug what nails he had left into the arms of the black leather seat, he struggled to keep down his lunch. Anything not belted up or stowed away flew about the luxurious cabin, crashing into seats, windows and everything that got in the way.

The jet dropped again, sending Jon’s stomach back into his mouth as he choked on his own fear and ducked down into his seat to avoid the whisky glass that zipped past his head to smash on the door of the cockpit, several metres away from him. Crystal glasses were easily replaced – it was the loss of the fifteen-year-old bottle of Dalwhinnie that pissed him off. Despite his predicament, he managed to scowl at the broken screen of the large tv, from where the rich amber liquid now dripped enticingly. He had plenty of bottles in his cellar at home, but he hated to waste a good single malt.

As if to remind Jon of the immediate danger, the captain’s voice broke worriedly over the klaxon that sounded its warning inside the jet.

We have lost both engines, Mr. Galnia,” he apologised, his English accent trying to retain some composure. “It is inexplicable! Our engineers checked the jet over as normal before we took off from Moscow.”

Jon fumbled for the communications button on the seat’s left console and flicked at it. “I don’t want excuses as to why and how – just fucking land us safely.”

Yes, Mr. Galnia.”

Jon swore furiously and punched the switch off as he heard the co-pilot beginning to mutter something. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Everything had been going so perfectly for him recently, since his lawyers had managed to get the IRS off his back. Using his father’s old contacts, he had destroyed the paper-trail that led the Feds to his door and framed one of his competitors. It was amazing what a couple of million dollars could do when you wafted it under the nose of an unscrupulous lawyer; and if you could follow that up with a few threats to the families of the investigators who were getting too close to the truth, your problems just seemed to disappear.

Despite the new regime’s softening on immigration, the American authorities were still paranoid about attacks on their home soil, so much so that it was embarrassingly easy to make it look like his main competitor – an Egyptian – was laundering money to help fund and set up terrorist training camps in Arizona. All too easy! Finger a few lesser players for being involved, and Jon’s Guardian Angels had managed to kill quite a few birds with one very expensive stone.

Six months of legitimate business dealings with his electronics trading company ‘Galnia Global Industries’ whilst channelling his dirty money through shell companies, had also managed to alleviate some of the heat and suspicion that was still floating around. Nobody was stupid enough to think that Jon, the only heir to the fortune and power of the notorious Giovanni Galnia was clean. It was just that nobody had been clever enough, so far, to prove anything to the contrary.

Jon was in no doubt, however, that he had got lucky this time and because of this, he had decided to turn his attentions to his Russian operations whilst he allowed his wife, Maria, to run the electronics company; carrying on with its legitimate trade from China and Taiwan.

Whilst he kept out of the heat, it was time, Jon had thought, to make some serious money out of the old Soviet Union and the business empire he had set up there over the last two decades, following his father’s death.

Usually happy for things to run on the ground without him, Jon had enjoyed several months of distance governance, getting used to the taste of the Soviet streets again, finding the thrill of the game that he had not enjoyed playing stateside, the last few years.

But that extra dedication had brought with it unwanted attention, and after only a couple of months he had been forced to fly out to Moscow personally and placate those he had somehow managed to piss off without even being there.

Jon scowled as he thought about the events that had led him to this moment, and, as it appeared, his impending death. It felt like no matter what he tried to do these days, he always seemed to piss somebody off somewhere…

Sucking in a breath, he tried to calm himself, something he was never any good at. Despite his predicament, he caught himself thinking of the meeting he had been summoned to, and the woman he had met there to flesh out a deal that would placate those in the Russian Mafia he had offended with the territory he had acquired over the last few years without their consent.

Licking his lips, Jon closed his eyes, still seeing her face, still smelling her perfume…

The jet shuddered again as it dropped down through the grey clouds, jolting Jon back to the present and the immediate danger that faced him. Fighting against his own fear, his anger and the G-forces at work inside the cabin, he held on to anything that could keep him in his seat and swore loudly as the jet protested again and slammed his head against the headrest.

John watched the chaos rage around him for a few moments, regaining his senses as hatches fell open before him and oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling around the cabin, twitching madly on their cords like the condemned from a gibbet.

He reached out vainly to grab at the oxygen mask spinning wildly about in the air before him. Behind him he heard a shriek as his long-serving cabin attendant Sara gave in to her fear. Straining to look over his shoulder, he could see the dark-haired Mexican, who had worked faithfully for him for eight years now, ashen-faced and struggling to stay in her seat at the rear of the jet. Their eyes met briefly through the billowing curtains, and he tried to convey his sympathy and lend her some of his own waning strength. Again, the elements flung him forward in his seat, and he grabbed hold of the oxygen mask as it hit him in the face.

Jon flicked at the communications button again. “Where are we, Robert?” Tugging down on the cords, he placed it over his mouth and nose and sucked gratefully on the air within for a few breaths.

We are over Indian airspace, sir. Madhya Pradesh region, in central India!”

“Can–” Jon’s question was cut short as the Jet dropped several thousand feet again, buffeted and brutalised by fierce turbulence. “For fuck’s sake!” he swore.

We have lost all outside external communications, sir,” the pilot reported. “I fear someone has compromised us!”

“No shit!” Jon cursed, as he fumbled for his cellphone. Tapping in a code at the third attempt, he thumbed through his contacts, searching for Maria. Mumbling angrily to himself to distract the terror creeping into his bones, he sucked in another lungful of oxygen from the mask as he called his wife.

It appeared that the Solntsevskaya Brotherhood, the Mafioso he had pissed off in Mother-Russia, had decided to take over his interests after all, rather than having the perverse slice of the offered Galnia pie. They must have paid someone off in his ground crew at Vnukovo International to sabotage the jet, or further afield at Bahrain, when they stopped there to refuel.

If he got out of this in one piece, Jon was determined he was going to find out who had done this to him and make the bastards suffer. As he listened, almost patiently, to his wife’s voice mail message, he wished that he had not agreed to ‘drop’ in on their interests in Taipei for her.

“…get back to you sooner rather than later!”

“Maria, it’s me!” Jon said urgently, after the beep. “We are over central India – the jet’s been compromised and we are in the shit. It seems the meeting didn’t go quite as well as we were led to believe, honey.”

The plane plummeted again and Jon nearly dropped the phone. “I don’t know how I am going to get out of this one, but you need to get onto the Indian authorities and let them know we are going down.” The realisation of what was happening suddenly hit home and Jon lost his train of thought. “I-I love you, Mari! Look after my son for me.”

He locked the phone bitterly and placed it in his shirt pocket. Blue sky came suddenly racing into view through the cloud cover outside the jet’s tiny windows, and bright sunlight spread throughout the cabin.

Brace yourselves – we are coming down fast!” the pilot’s voice ordered them, as he finally dispensed with any formalities.

Jon snapped a quick look out the window to his right, the blue sky lost in flames and trailing, thick black smoke. He caught the briefest glimpse of high, wooded hills on the horizon, before he put his head between his legs and tried to suck his dick.

Behind him, Sara Gonzales screamed. Before them, the earth reached up and plucked them from the sky.

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Since reading The Lord of the Rings at an early age, and later, the works of his favourite author, David Gemmell, Anthony has been inspired to write his own stories. When he is not forging tales and filling blank pages, Anthony spends his time working in his local library, reading, board gaming and enjoying adventures of his own.

Anthony lives in Wales with his wife, Amy, and their cat, Mertle. He is currently working on Rise of Eagles, his fifth novel. You can keep up-to-date with his news here: 

Twitter: @alavisher

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#BookBlitz “As Long as it Takes” by EE Sample


Literary Fiction, Literary Mystery

Published: March 2021

Publisher: Luminare Press


Kincaid planned an idyllic holiday from his life of violence, but that was before he met Jillian.

After ten years and two dozen countries as a “security consultant”, Chance Kincaid craved solitude. The province of Palawan, with its pristine beaches, was the perfect place to relax as a “tourista”. But even in this remote part of the world, kidnapping, murder, and a missing pilot combine to make Kincaid’s trip anything but a holiday. And he soon finds himself involved with terrorists, the local authorities, and a mysterious young woman.



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EE Sample is an accomplished musician, composer, and author currently living with his wife in Florida. His first novel, The Last Siren, is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and in bookstores around the world.

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The emotional storms weathered by a mother and daughter yield a profound new understanding in a moving short story by the bestselling, award-winning author of Americanah and We Should All Be Feminists.

When Zikora, a DC lawyer from Nigeria, tells her equally high-powered lover that she’s pregnant, he abandons her. But it’s Zikora’s demanding, self-possessed mother, in town for the birth, who makes Zikora feel like a lonely little girl all over again. Stunned by the speed with which her ideal life fell apart, she turns to reflecting on her mother’s painful past and struggle for dignity. Preparing for motherhood, Zikora begins to see more clearly what her own mother wants for her, for her new baby, and for herself.

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Core’s an ex-criminal billionaire that wins, whatever it takes. Until Sin. She’s the one woman he can’t have but wants.

Sinthia is a rising fashion star.

Together, they spark a romance that could ignite a corporate empire—or bring everything crashing down.

Core wants revenge on a corrupt politician who took everything—but he doesn’t expect to want with the very woman he plans to use as a weapon.

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#ReleaseTour “Sticking to the Terms” by Cassandra P. Lewis



by Cassandra P. Lewis

Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

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Dillon Benedetto always knew what she wanted out of life… to be successful and single; that’s all.

A great night with an incredible man is written off as another one night stand until she comes face to face with him again, in the boardroom.

After thinking about her for weeks, Enzo doesn’t want to let Dillon slip through his fingers again.

He offers her a deal that fits her terms and keeps her in his life… He needs a girlfriend for his sister’s wedding, and he’s willing to pay.

No strings, just a business arrangement.

They both deal with contracts every day, but this one was broken before it was signed.

Can they keep up the ruse and convince his family they’re in love whilst keeping their relationship strictly business?

TW: Mental Health, Bipolar, Anxiety

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I’m Cassie, or Cassandra as it says on the front of this book. I’m a mother, a wife, and a writer, amongst many other things.

I’m from Birmingham, England but now live in South Derbyshire with my family.

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember but I first published a book in 2012, and my author journey has been a hell of a rollercoaster since then.

I write because I love to write, but also because I love to read. I adore the way a book can take a reader away from reality for a while, and I want to be in the driving seat.

I hope you’ll come along on another journey with me soon.

Thank you for reading.

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#BookBlitz “The Deep State Down Series” by Dana Fraser


We’re celebrating the release of the Deep State Down series this week with the release off Hard Way Home and Dark Road Back, by Dana Fraser!

Attention Book Reviewers! Book One, Hard Way Home will also be available for review until September 14th!

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Publication Date: June 1st, 2021

Genre: Post- Apocalyptic/ Survivor Thriller

Two strangers. Almost no chance of survival. Even less hope. When a massive cyber breach hits every U.S. hydroelectric station just as the Gulf Coast refineries are decimated by a volatile storm, the attack knocks out the nation’s entire power supply, instantly throwing America into a deadly new dark age.

For Army veteran Cash Bishop, getting back to his family before it’s too late becomes a fight to survive in a race against time. His only ally? A brilliant energy scientist who may be the only person still alive with more things to be afraid of than the impending apocalypse.

Dr. Hannah Carter doesn’t know who’s after her or when she became a target. But getting captured is not an option. Seems the stranger she meets on her dangerous cross-country trek is the only person she can trust now to help get her home. And keep her alive.

With chaos escalating and the country on the brink of collapse, Cash and Hannah need to figure out who executed the attacks on the U.S. power grid, and why these people are so willing to kill him to get to her.


Chapter 7: Moonlight Massacre

Navigating a wide berth around the Effingham Memorial Airport without winding up in the crosshairs of a farmer or other local resident was tricky. The land around the airport was mostly open fields, which would leave Cash in plain view of anyone at the airport with a scope or set of binoculars.

Coming to the railroad tracks, he followed them south, hoping the trees that lined the east side and the tracks’ embankment would shield him from the view of any soldiers. At the same time, no one could get an itchy trigger finger because he was trespassing.

The rough gravel combined with the weight of his pack made the walk treacherous. Worry over being spotted by a soldier, cops or some FEMA lackey made it exhausting.

Damn! He couldn’t believe the government was already confiscating items—and in a little nothing place like Effingham.

The thought made his gut tight as he mulled over the proximity of Fort Campbell to the Dover homestead.

Best not go there, his mind cautioned.

His gut didn’t listen.

There were a lot of things about the Dover location that were great. Most importantly, the land had been in his price range with all the needed features. To live independently, they needed an existing structure to house them, a fresh water source, a means of heating their buildings, and enough land to grow food on. The old farmhouse on a little over fifty acres had its own well, a pond already stocked with bass and channel catfish, and a stream that cut the property neatly in half. Mostly covered in timber with only a few existing pastures, the trees he and Marie had cleared for planting had seen them through two winters with more than a lifetime of wood for their modest needs remaining to be harvested.

But there were flaws, too. No matter how much Cash might indulge in reading articles or novels about some kind of global, or at least American collapse, he hadn’t assigned the scenario an imminent probability. His primary concern had been getting Marie and the kids out of larger cities overrun with the kind of criminals that had killed her husband Greg. He would have preferred several hundred miles between the homestead and any large concentration of males, like the prisons in both Nashville and just over the border in Kentucky or the Army base that straddled the line of both states.

It is what it is. Stop thinking. Stay focused on the now.

Cash nodded at the self-imposed order. He’d seen too many guys catch a bullet on patrol because they were thinking about problems back home. Most of them had been lucky and survived. The insurgents who had shot at them had, to a man, looked like Swiss cheese at the end, if there was anything left of them to see.

Easing into a sitting position, Cash pulled out a protein bar and uncapped one of his waters. He was halfway through the bottles he had refilled at the truck stop in Effingham. When they were gone, he still had two water bladders, but each was only a day’s worth of hydration.

He would need to find more water before the end of the next day.

Finished eating, he stood and dusted off the small grains too little to capture and eat. With a cluster of three trees nearby, he walked over and urinated against one of them, the widest of the three sheltering his back while he had his hands full.

Canceling out the noise of his own stream, he listened for other sounds. He had heard gunfire twice in the four hours he’d been walking. Real gunfire, not the memory of such. No aircraft had passed overhead, which was both a relief and worrying. Something small and flying low could have been the government performing reconnaissance, not only on the people causing problems but those trying to stay on their own property and protect their family.

Or people like him, just trying to get home.

But the absence of jets in the sky criss-crossing the country was unnerving.

How the hell could everything just stop like that?

Shaking the thought away, he zipped up, climbed on all fours up the embankment that had shielded him from view on the east side of the tracks and pulled out his pair of field binoculars.

He wasn’t sure how far he had traveled already, but he kept a rough estimate running by counting the evenly spaced wooden rail ties jutting past the tracks. With the void between the ties and the front-to-back distance of each tie on its own, he figured about two feet traveled tie-to-tie. Every twenty-six hundred or so ties was another mile covered. He had counted over ten times a thousand, but he knew the tracks didn’t run parallel with U.S. 45.

Trying not to think about how much the two lines diverged, he slid down his side of the embankment and resumed walking.

He kept following the tracks as they angled west, even when he knew the road he wanted was shifting east at the same time. With the rifle and pistol, he needed to get at least a few miles south of the grade school in case the federal or local government had secured that area, too. Only then would he cut east and locate U.S. 45.

By dusk, he was comfortably past the school and the airport. Dog tired, he found another cluster of trees, one that formed a dense circle. Taking his pack off, he pushed it inside the circle then wiggled his way between two trunks.

There was just enough space inside the copse for him to stretch out to his full length and have some of the pack behind him.

Taking advantage of the last bit of remaining daylight that penetrated the trees, he opened the pack and worked at quickly re-arranging its contents. Removing the two Mylar blankets weighing less than four ounces combined, he spread them on the ground. He placed the radio next to the rifle and plugged in a set of earbuds, but kept one ear unblocked so he could hear if anyone or anything tried to sneak up on him.

It was all static up and down the AM and FM dials. A few minutes remained if Gallows was still broadcasting.

Fixing the dial to Gallows’ channel, Cash resumed shifting the contents of his pack. Certain things needed to stay at the bottom to keep the weight properly distributed and because they wouldn’t result in imminent death if he couldn’t retrieve them immediately. Those items included a spare set of boots, a small aluminum pan, food he wouldn’t need to consume for a few more days and a guide to North American edible plants that he hoped he wouldn’t have to consult. He also layered in a short pry bar and a flat head screw driver, fishing wire and lures, twenty feet of lightweight nylon rope and one of two rolls of duct tape.

Between the bottom layer and everything that needed to be at the top of the pack or distributed among its exterior pockets, he stuffed two pairs of pants, a half dozen pairs of socks and underwear, and three t-shirts, as well as a slightly heavier flannel jacket than the windbreaker he had on. Next came the first aid kit and the tincture of iodine, which he could use for both disinfecting wounds and decontaminating water. On the same layer, he added the Ziploc bag of Vaseline soaked cotton balls, a tin half full of strike-anywhere matches with a char-cloth filling the gap, and a one-liter tumbler with a built-in water filter. Stuffed inside the tumbler were his toothbrush and toothpaste.

At the very top, he put in his spare ammo, a night vision monocle and one of the two filled water bladders. The second bladder still hung down the center of his back. He placed that one next to the radio then clipped onto the outside of the pack his three knives—a folding multi-tool knife that included a small blade, a KA-BAR Skeleton knife for both combat and gutting and skinning game, and a Kukri blade in case he wanted to make a shelter or needed to get through dense vegetation.

Rolling the pack so that the knives and the entrenchment tool were pressed against the dirt and nothing hard remained between his head and the soft middle layer of clothing, Cash settled into place and pulled the top Mylar blanket over him as Bobby Joe Gallows came on air.

The news wasn’t good. It would be a long time before it was, Cash believed.

The attacks had moved beyond the large cities and turned far stealthier.

Crops were being set on fire.

So were homes.


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DarkRoadBack_FINALDark Road Back (Deep Down State #2)

Publication Date: June 1st, 2021

Genre: Post- Apocalyptic/ Survivor Thriller

In this gripping sequel to the post-apocalypse action thriller HARD WAY HOME, the answers behind an onslaught of not-so-natural disasters only lead to more questions as a global depopulation conspiracy threatens Americans from right in their own back yard.

Retired Army Colonel Thomas Sand returns to the U.S. during its darkest days, only to find the leaders left in government—puppeted by the deep state elite—want him dead. Between the threat assessment algorithm he developed before the apocalypse, and the fact that his wife Becca and stepdaughter Hannah are both brilliant scientists critical to the new world order, his family isn’t short on enemies. And despite all his training to the contrary, his only duty now is to them and their safety. Unbeknownst to him, halfway down the coast, his wife is fighting to drag her fevered and battered body home with no means of communication, and only the help of a nameless stranger…

Meanwhile, Dr. Hannah Carter, still traveling with the Army veteran who saved her life, discovers she may be the linchpin to destroying the dangerous shadow government that now controls what remains of the fast-crumbling U.S. But to do so, she must leave behind everyone she cares about and face off against the hidden puppet master pulling the strings from his bunker. Unbeknownst to her, Cash Bishop, her fearless companion turned ruthless protector, has followed her into the lion’s den, no violence spared. His only light in their new broken world of never ending darkness, finding Hannah is a given. As is taking down the corrupt powers that destroyed his country once and for all…


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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Christa Wick (writing as Dana Fraser) has been hybrid publishing since 2012 in various genres. Along with her post-apocalyptic action thrillers as Dana, she’s written over fifty romance and paranormal titles as Christa and C.M. Wick, and also writes high-octane suspense fiction and urban fantasy novels under other pen names.

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#BookSale “The Crimson Trial: A Legal Thriller (Laura Jones Legal Thriller Series Book 1)” by Freya Atwood


Lawyer Laura Jones needs to find her missing son before it’s too late.

Blackmailed into taking on a hopeless case, the decades-old secret she has been holding is threatening to spill to the public. The more she digs deeper into this new profound murder, the more complex it all becomes.

But little did she know, this is a town with crimson walls. Dark scandals that people pretend never happened and shocking tales relating to the case hide behind a carefully constructed mask. And Laura has to get to the bottom of this before her client is pronounced dead and her reputation is forever ruined.

The Crimson Trial is Freya’s debut novel in the Laura Jones series of blood-pumping legal thrillers. If you are an avid fan of strong female leads, action-packed courtroom drama, riveting characters and mind-blowing murder mystery, then you’ll love Freya’s intriguing story.

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#BookReview “The Begonia Killer (Third Chance Enterprises Book 3)” by Jeff Bond

June 1-30, 2021 Tour



5/5 Stars!

Okay. She’s no Durwood Oak Jones, but I could hang out with Molly McGill… and get in way too much trouble!

Martha Dodson believes her secretive neighbor may be holding two young boys hostage in his home. However,  like law enforcement, Molly feels she has an over-active imagination.

But Martha does raise a few good points, and Molly is not happy about the way the woman has been blown off and dismissed.  While doubtful, she agrees to look into the situation.

And just like that, Molly McGill Investigators is on the case. Not having a private investigator’s license is a minor detail that’s never deterred Molly. The single mom has bills to pay!

Her first foray into the case finds Molly inside the home of Kent Kirkland, Martha Dodson’s stodgy neighbor, and suspected child kidnapper. The madcap antics she goes through to get from the front door to the upstairs checking for signs of the boys are straight slapstick comedy… but she does get that far and finds no proof to bolster her case.

But still.

The case becomes a part of Molly’s chaotic life which includes a precocious six-year-old who constantly steals her cellphone, a teenager who has all the answers, a riotous grandmother who has all the questions AND answers, and a burgeoning love affair with a police detective that keeps her off-balance.

Tenacious and impulsive, Molly is a great investigator and a great character to cheer on. Martha continues to supply Molly with info that leads her to dig deeper and get closer to danger, but what’s a little danger for someone who helped save the world from anarchist hackers?

Molly McGill is a force to be reckoned with and a perfect addition to the Third Chance Enterprises series that leaves me wondering how to get more of this series out of the author! HA!




You know Molly McGill from her death-defying escapes in Anarchy of the Mice, book one of the Third Chance Enterprises series. Now ride along for her first standalone caper, The Begonia Killer.

When Martha Dodson hires McGill Investigators to look into an odd neighbor, Molly feels optimistic about the case — right up until Martha reveals her theory that Kent Kirkland, the neighbor, is holding two boys hostage in his papered-over upstairs bedroom.

Martha’s husband thinks she needs a hobby. Detective Art Judd, who Molly visits on her client’s behalf, sees no evidence worthy of devoting police resources.

But Molly feels a kinship with the Yancy Park housewife and bone-deep concern for the missing boys.

She forges ahead with the investigation, navigating her own headstrong kids, an unlikely romance with Detective Judd, and a suspect in Kent Kirkland every bit as terrifying as the supervillains she’s battled before alongside Quaid Rafferty and Durwood Oak Jones.

The Begonia Killer is not your grandparents’ cozy mystery.


Book Details:

Genre: Mystery — Cozy/Romance

Published by: Jeff Bond Books

Publication Date: June 1, 2021

Number of Pages: 195

ISBN: 1734622520 (ISBN-13 : 978-1734622522)

Series: Third Chance Enterprises, #3

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#FREE “Math Riddles for Smart Kids: 400+ Math Riddles and Brain Teasers Your Whole Family Will Love” by Cooper the Pooper


Who knew solving math problems could be this much fun?

Do you get protests and whining every time your child has to do some math exercises?

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With this collection of math riddles and brain teasers, carefully created by Cooper the Pooper, you won’t get the same old math problems that only cover what’s taught in school.

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  • A fun way for your child to get some mental exercise without feeling like they’re doing homework
  • Intellectually stimulating puzzles that stretch the mind and test your child’s logical skills
  • An assortment of math riddles that everyone can appreciate, ranging from scary to completely mind boggling
  • Interesting scenarios with real-world relevance so your kid will never say, “I’ll never use this in real life,” ever again
  • Tricky questions that go beyond mere calculations and involve creative reasoning and critical thinking
  • Perplexing brain twisters for the whole family that even you will have to think twice (or more!) about
  • An alternative activity your child can do alone, with family, or with friends, that doesn’t involve their phones or your television

And much more.

These riddles can be done in short spurts of time, so your child’s brain can get a workout, even when they’re playing.

They’re also in varying ranges of difficulty, which your child can grow into as their mental abilities develop further.

Whether your child’s a born math whiz and you want to further develop their talent for numbers, or they’re struggling with arithmetic and you want to encourage a love for math, these entertaining riddles are sure to be tackled and enjoyed.

Take the struggle away from math and bring back the fun in learning.

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