“Vindicated (Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 1)” by Sharon C. Cooper

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Vindicated (Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 1)

by Sharon C. Cooper

Genre: Romance/African-American


She’s a distraction he can’t resist…

A spark ignites the moment security specialist, Hamilton Crosby, meets stuntwoman, Dakota Sherrod. She’s like no other woman he’s ever met. But Hamilton never ignores his gut, and his gut tells him to stay clear of the enticing beauty.

Dakota is an adrenaline junkie. Leaping off buildings and running through fire is just another day at the job. Hence when she sets her sights on Hamilton, she goes after him full-force. Their attraction is fierce, but he thwarts her advances at every turn. He’s the strong, silent type who operates by a set of rules, but he’ll soon realize she rarely follows rules.

Falling for Dakota catches Hamilton off guard. So does the fact that she’s attached to part of his past. A past that indicted him with shame and loss. But when Dakota becomes the target of an unknown enemy, Hamilton stops at nothing to protect her. In turn, vindication is his reward, except it comes with complications.

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“The Other Wife” by Kathleen Irene Paterka


The Other Wife

by Kathleen Irene Paterka

Genre: Women’s Fiction/Psychological Thriller

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Till death do us part…

Eleanor Anderson has a beautiful home, a loving husband, a tranquil life. After thirty-eight years of marriage and her children now grown, she finally has time for herself. She’s not expecting any surprises; certainly not to wake up one morning and find her husband dead in bed beside her from a massive heart attack. It’s a devastating discovery… but not as much as the shock awaiting Eleanor when she learns the truth about her husband’s secret life. And then there’s the damaging document he signed before his death, which threatens to destroy her life.

Claire Anderson isn’t your average thirtysomething. A professor of psychology at a prestigious university, Claire has a successful career, a handsome husband, and two young children at home. But nothing in her background, including her academic accomplishments, prepares Claire for the horrendous reality of discovering that the life she’d led was all a lie… fostered by a husband who’d promised to love and cherish her forever.

Two women from two generations, bound together by denial, anger, and grief. How far will their misery and fear push them? Does compassion rule the day, or will a husband’s betrayal lead to a woman’s revenge?

What happens when each of these women comes face-to-face with the other wife?

This Women’s Fiction Family Life novel deals with women’s fiction romance, as well as women’s fiction adult issues.

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#Excerpt “The Picture (When Greed Turns Deadly)” by Roger Bray 18+

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A warehouse in Japan used as an emergency shelter in the aftermath of the 2011 Tsunami. A distraught, young Japanese woman in disheveled clothes sits on a box, holding her infant daughter. Ben, a US rescue volunteer, kneels in front of her offering comfort. They hug, the baby between them. The moment turns into an hour as the woman sobs into his shoulder; mourning the loss of her husband, her home, the life she knew. A picture is taken, capturing the moment. It becomes a symbol; of help freely given and of the hope of the survivors. The faces in the picture cannot be recognised, and that is how Ben likes it. No celebrity, thanks not required.

But others believe that being identified as the person in the picture is their path to fame and fortune. Ben stands, unknowingly, in their way, but nothing a contract killing cannot fix.



Context:  Vince Brown is a key protagonist in the story, he hits on the idea of a reality TV show focusing on natural disasters.  He thought of the idea after seeing how much money was donated after the Japanese Tsunami.  In a chance meeting in a bar with a TV producer he lets the other man think that Vince is the key figure in an iconic picture taken during the Tsunami relief effort, which he is not.  As a throwaway line he thought it unimportant but it takes on primary importance when the idea of a reality TV show is closer.  Vince’s celebrity has begun to grow and he is being introduced as the ‘guy in the picture’.  Vince is starting to reap the rewards he believes he deserves and won’t give up easily.

Lying naked on the big bed, with both hands behind his head, Vince smiled to himself as he watched the girl, equally naked except for a big, floppy and overly fluffy Santa hat, pour two flutes of champagne and then come back to the bed, passing one of the glasses to him.

Vince reached out and took the offered glass as the girl knelt on the bed next to him and raised her glass.

“Happy Christmas, Vince, I hope there will be a lot more like this one.”

Vince held his glass up.

“Happy Christmas, and I’m sure that there will be plenty more to come,” he said before thinking, but probably not with you, darlin’.

Their last seminar had pulled them in over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars profit, and sixty thousand in voluntary donations, which is how they intended to disguise the overflowing buckets that had multiplied since the one first mayo tub. After they had divided the cash, they had separated for the holidays with Vince heading for Vegas and Beck for … well, Vince didn’t actually care. They had organized to meet up in Boise in the New Year.

Beck had already put out some feelers with a couple of local stations for a chat show spot, Vince wasn’t sure which station, CBS or NBC, one of those, whichever, it didn’t matter, one of those gigs and maybe a couple of radio spots as well, and their advertising would be pretty much done for them.

By Easter, if it all worked out, Vince knew he would have more cash than he knew what to do with, and then the real work would start. That was where Beck would come into his own.

Vince had to admit that Beck was good at setting up the TV spots; he had a way about him, trust even. He could sell an idea, and that idea was Vince the winner, Vince the savior of small communities, Vince the good guy that people could believe in.

Everyone liked to be associated with a winner and with a peoples’ champion, and Beck was selling that to the networks. And if Vince was a winner, well next time round people would tune into them, viewers meant numbers and numbers meant advertising which meant more cash for the network. And all because, Beck impressed upon them, they had taken a small chance on someone who was a sure fired goddamned American hero in the making.

But the real reason Beck was on board was his skill at tax avoidance schemes or of blatantly spiriting the money away where only Vince would know where to look.

In the meantime, they had cash, and lots of it. Expenses Beck had dismissed as trivial, but Vince wasn’t so sure he knew, he’d seen how these things could so easily blow up in someone’s face. Get pulled over by the cops on a routine check, no problem except for the few hundred thousand in the glove box.

“Can you explain this, sir? No?”

And suddenly they were all over you like sweat on a fat girl, and the IRS would come on in like an uninvited and unwanted guest at a family funeral.

Vince didn’t want to leave that to chance; he didn’t want to leave anything to chance, not now, not with this. This was his big score, played right this could set him up, played badly and … well, he didn’t want to even think about that.

What Vince needed was a way to launder his cash for now and do it in a way that was foolproof and that even Beck didn’t know about and where better to hide that money away and scrub it clean than a casino.

Vince had played the tables for twelve hours straight when he had first arrived three days before. His play money carefully separated, he had started with an even sixty thousand and had doubled it on the night and doubled that again at this and two other casinos on the second day.

He was on fire. On. Fucking. Fire, man.

A professional sycophant in the employ of the casino had seen the pile of chips that Vince had won on the first night and had insisted he accept a room upgrade with an open invitation to eat for free at any of the casino’s restaurants, buffets, or room service, a seemingly endless supply of De Margerie Grand Cru Cuvee, and an introduction to the naked girl next to him, whose name was …


Something beginning with … S, no, sounds like an S but it was … Cynthia, Cyn for short. How apt.

Vince smiled and put his glass down and reached out and cupped his hand over her closest breast. Cyn threw her leg across him and moved until she was squatting over his waist.

Oh yeah, Vince thought putting his hands back behind his head and looking up at the girl, this is going to be a fucking excellent Christmas, and this was only the beginning of his plans.

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Roger Bray1Author Bio –  I have always loved writing; putting words onto a page and bringing characters to life. I can almost feel myself becoming immersed into their lives, living with their fears and triumphs. Thus, my writing process becomes an endless series of questions. What would she or he do, how would they react, is this in keeping with their character? Strange as it sounds, I don’t like leaving characters in cliffhanging situations without giving them an ending, whichever way it develops.
My life to date is what compels me to seek a just outcome, the good will overcome and the bad will be punished. More though, I tend to see my characters as everyday people in extraordinary circumstances, but in which we may all find our selves if the planets align wrongly or for whatever reason you might consider.

Of course, most novels are autobiographical in some way. You must draw on your own experiences of life and from events you have experienced to get the inspiration. My life has been an endless adventure. Serving in the Navy, fighting in wars, serving as a Police officer and the experiences each one of those have brought have all drawn me to this point, but it was a downside to my police service that was the catalyst for my writing.

Medically retired after being seriously injured while protecting a woman in a domestic violence situation IRoger Bray2 then experienced the other side of life. Depression and rejection. Giving truth to the oft said saying that when one door closes another opens I pulled myself up and enrolled in college gaining bachelor and master degrees, for my own development rather than any professional need. The process of learning, of getting words down onto the page again relit my passion for writing in a way that I hadn’t felt since high school.

So here we are, two books published and another on track.

Where it will take me I have no idea but I am going to enjoy getting there and if my writing can bring some small pleasure into people’s lives along the way, then I consider that I will have succeeded in life.


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#BlogTour “Everybody Works in Sales” by Niraj Kapur

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EWIS coverWe all work in sales. If you work for somebody, you earn a living by selling their product or service.

If you are self-employed, you earn a living by selling your product or service.

When you buy from Amazon, they always recommended other products similar to the ones you are purchasing or have already purchased – that’s selling.

When you download a song, movie or TV show from iTunes, they always recommend more similar products. That’s selling.

When you register for most websites, they sell their products or services to you through a regular email.

When you attend an exhibition at the NEC, London ExCel, Olympia, Manchester or even a local market, everyone is trying to sell you their product.

We all work in sales, yet few people know how to sell. Until now.

Containing 27 valuable lessons, plus 17 interviews with experts, Everybody Works in Sales combines unique storytelling and personal development to ensure you have the tools you need to do better in your career.


Having always done business in the UK, for the first time, I was flying across the world, meeting customers in a monumental effort to win back their business by getting them to sponsor our awards and advertise in our magazine and website.

USA was a tough market to break into. We had gone from 60% market share when there was little competition in 2008 to 10% market share in 2011 when budgets had been reduced and more competitors popped up and worked from home – that meant they charged less money and being small, offered better service than a large corporation.

I wasn’t like every sales person just asking for money. I thoroughly researched everyone I met on LinkedIn, spent hours studying their websites to learn about their offering, took insight from the editorial team to share with every company I met and asked questions to show that I genuinely cared. Port of Los Angeles and Port of Long Beach, the two biggest ports in USA were absolute behemoths, with shipping containers stacked high and lasting for miles. After the meeting, they kindly told me it was refreshing to meet someone who had done their homework, offered value and didn’t try so hard close the deal.

With the internet, we can do business with anyone in the world – and that’s pretty amazing – but it has its limits. The internet connects us all, but it doesn’t really “connect” us on a business level. Connection is shaking someone’s hand, looking them in the eye while you speak, having drinks, eating a client’s local cuisine and appreciating the flavours and smell, respecting and experiencing the culture, appreciating an iconic building – you can’t do this sitting behind a computer.


Everything was so big. Apart from New York, public transport is a pain, so you have to drive everywhere for hours. We’re so lucky in the UK to have the transport services we have. Ignore what you read about Americans, they’re not obsessed with money, they’re not all mid-westerners supporting Trump and they’re not all gun-raving nuts. They’re a welcoming nation with spectacular national parks.


Every cliché about Canada is true. They’re lovely, kind, happy people. Tim Horton’s coffee is better than anything Starbucks produces and doing business with them is always an absolute joy.


I’ve spent more time here than anywhere in Europe. Germans are straight talkers, no nonsense. When they have a few beers, they open up and tell great jokes. The Vietnamese part of Hamburg serves the best food. As you would expect, everything runs efficiently.



Wonderful people. Treat you like family. They had less money to spend on advertising and fought over every Euro, however, a pleasure to work with, especially Port of Barcelona.


Everyone is tall and beautiful. A bike-friendly city. Great to walk around Amsterdam. The Dutch always made me feel welcome. Port of Amsterdam became one of my best clients.

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Antwerp city centre is crammed with traffic. Waffles and beer are delicious.

Chocolates are incredible. Smallest airport I’ve ever seen. You have to fly by propeller plane which is a terrifying flight full bumps, jumps and shaking.


You can be animated with Americans and Canadians, not with the Japanese who prefer more conservative people. Never attempt to hard sell or you will scare them off. Most business is done through a middleman since the elders rarely speak English.

South Korea

People are amazing and becoming more westernized. Karaoke bars are where all the business transactions take place. South Koreans have a terrific sense of humour and are also wonderful hosts that will treat you like family.


One of the fastest growing nations on earth, yet people rarely answer the phone and hardly anyone has voice mail. They negotiate quickly without caring that much about value. Everyone has a western name on email and they take 6-9 months to pay invoices.. Primarily male-driven and like the Japanese, nobody questions authority.

Middle East

it’s like doing business in Hollywood. They act like your best friend, insist they’d love to work with you, then you don’t hear from them. Nobody ever admits they’re wrong. They call it “saving face.” They like big hotels, big money and the men talk a big talk. The English people here are easy to work with and enjoy sharing stories about living in a different world.


Most Italians I’ve worked with are happy to open a bottle of wine for a 9am meeting. Like the French, having wine, cheese and pastries seems to have no effect on their waistline, and the Italians also have pasta and pizza. A warm welcome always awaits you.


Never attempt to speak French unless you are fluent. They will look at you like you’re an alien. There’s always been a rivalry between France and England over who has the better wine (France) food (England) style (French) culture (British) and football team (debatable). These differences should bring us together, but they don’t. A tough place to do business so I recommend always trying to partner with a French person or French company and then trying to sell to them.

Study several phrases in every language, simple ones like “How are you” “I’m fine, thanks” Where is the toilet?” and “Your beer is better than the American’s”. That one is a favourite everywhere you travel.



  • Traveling outside your country opens your mind to new possibilities.
  • Traveling helps you learn and appreciate more about the world.
  • Potential clients will always give you more time when you travel long distances to see them. That increases your chances of doing business.
  • Learn several basic phrases in every language before traveling.

Everybody Works in Sales is designed to help you do better in your career because we all work in sales. Available now on Kindle and paperback.

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About Niraj KapurNiraj Kapur

Award-winning executive, Niraj Kapur, has worked in corporate London for 23 years.

From small businesses to a national newspaper to FTSE 100 and FTSE 250 companies, he’s experienced it all and shares his insight, knowledge, big wins and horrible failures.

Containing 27 valuable lessons, plus 17 interviews with experts, Everybody Works in Sales combines unique storytelling and personal development to ensure you have the tools you need to do better in your career.

Niraj has also had several screenplays optioned, sitcoms commissioned, kids’ shows on Channel 5’s Milkshake and CBBC. His movie, Naachle London, was released in select cinemas across the UK.

He’s working on his next book while advising companies and coaching individuals on how to improve their sales.


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#BlogTour “Miranda Bay” by Susan Tarr




Title: Miranda Bay

Author: Susan Tarr

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Miranda, a strong-minded and lovable young woman, splurges her inheritance on the old Miranda Bay Sanatorium in the sub-tropical Bay of Islands, New Zealand, simply because it bears her name. She knows little about running a business and depends heavily on loyal cousin Pansy’s expertise.

In her frantic drive for success Miranda hires a local character to get cracking on the property. Hamilton, her lascivious financial advisor, seizes the opportunity to undermine her. But now with paying guests expected, she must make some serious decisions.

So the guests trickle in – hardly the sophisticates Miranda has envisaged.

At the brink of despair, she experiences deepening depression and manic behavior. She contrives an outlandish economic solution to the problem. What follow is intrigue and terror, and an emotional and tender unfolding of events in the face of financial ruin.

“Witty and wicked, scandalous and scary, this is a story to make you laugh and cry.”


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Excerpt 1

From a sunny beginning it ended a raw day with a blast of winter swooping up the island. Heavy smudged clouds threatening a drenching pressed down on the bay. Only after hours of madness did the wind drop leaving the sky clean, a tangled web of fresh stars naked in winter blackness. Waves had scoured the beach depositing driftwood high on the once sleek shore.

Winter was for seagulls and seals.

Miranda spent the day doodling in her new Reception office. She was trying to decide on a name. Miranda Bay Motel sounded dingy. She wanted signage that would impart a fun holiday experience along with an efficiently run business.

The new sign was duly delivered.

Neville spent a day erecting it. MIRANDA BAY Beach Resort.

Pansy read the sign out loud.

“Try to pronounce it like its font, Pansy,” Miranda laughed. “It’s not Copperplate Gothic.”

With modest building renovations progressing, Miranda considered furnishing options being drawn toward a timeless texture of wool, leather, fur and stone. She wanted the effect of warmth and relaxation, not that she could afford real. But Trade Aid sold vases from Africa, and their faux-fur throws would be cozy. And ethnic wall hangings.

She was full of enthusiasm. And Chianti.

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Miranda was so excited she felt like throwing up. She hopped about, impatient to meet the equivalent of royalty or pop stars, or whoever responded to her opening specials.

She’d taken a long shower in anticipation of how busy she was soon to become. When she came downstairs, she looked vibrant and fresh in her shamefully expensive clothes.

One of her most arresting aspects was her sincerity. She could, in any situation, summon up some kind of unreflective faith in herself. Little did she know she would need that faith today.

Pansy had tried to tell her there were crabs in the swimming pool, but Miranda was busy throwing off kilowatts of womanly brilliance. The air clean from the storm, she strutted out into a slice of thick golden spring haze.

Three couples took advantage of the fifty-percent discount. The first, honeymooners, walked sheepishly toward Miranda. Their car sound system was blaring, breaking the natural calm, smashing it into the surrounding hills.

“Welcome to MIRANDA BAY Beach Resort,” she gushed, a happy smile on her face. This being her first day she was wearing her most swoon-worthy dress. Months later, she was to remember everything about that day—the cleared weather, what she wore, the shapes the guests’ shadows made against the wall, and, as the day progressed, wind, rain and sand hurtling by at horrific speed.

She grabbed their suitcases, slinging a backpack across her shoulder, and hit the wet stairs. When she slipped, all but one cosmetic bag hit the ground from the fourth step. Those honeymooners kept her awake—their energetic echoes reverberated during the night. And since they had only paid their deposit, they had no qualms about leaving during the early hours.

Miranda was shocked to see their car gone since they had booked for two weeks. Yet another car was pulling up even as she ranted. They looked like nice people, so she went to welcome the two elderly women before they even got out of their car. They were booking a whole week.

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Author Bio

Susan Tarr has been writing for 25 years, drawing on her international travels, work within the NZ tourism industry, and her work in various psychiatric hospitals within New Zealand.

She lived in Kenya, East Africa, for some years where she began her family.
Although she writes from personal experience, she also uses anecdotal information from conversations and other peoples’ stories, resulting in her characters taking on a life of their own and becoming larger than life. She enjoys a wide variety of personalities.

Susan says, “As I write their stories, my characters will often lead me to places I couldn’t imagine. So I relax and let them form as they will. I am passionate about my writing and I usually have three books on the go at any one time.”

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“Love on a Summer Night (Pine Harbour Book 4)” by Zoe York


Love on a Summer Night (Pine Harbour Book 4)

by Zoe York

Genre: Romance/Military/Contemporary

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Zander Minelli is exactly the wrong kind of man. He’s dark, dangerous, and knows far too much about sawed-off shotguns.

Faith Davidson finds him irresistible. The widowed single mother knows she should dip her toe back in the dating pool with someone solid and dependable. Definitely no tattoos. But every time she looks up, the brooding soldier is watching her, and she can’t help but wonder what it would be like to let herself have a taste…

Small town summer nights have never been hotter—and one transplanted city-girl’s heart has never been more fragile.

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“Love in a Small Town (Pine Harbour Book 1)” by Zoe York


Love in a Small Town (Pine Harbour Book 1)

by Zoe York

Genre: Romance/Military/Holiday

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They should be over each other.

For two years, Olivia has served her ex-husband coffee at the diner where she works, and waited for her heart to catch up to her brain. Because they were divorced now, and for good reasons. He wasn’t ever going to change. He’d always be a cop first, a soldier second, and a husband third, when there was time.

Rafe didn’t believe in love at first sight until he met Olivia, and then he was a goner. They’d been too young, too reckless, but that hadn’t stopped him from bringing her home to Pine Harbour, where there was nothing for her to do while he saved the world.

Then it all fell apart. And now…

He never stopped loving his wife, but he let her go when it became clear he wasn’t what she needed.

She deserves more than a part-time lover who once broke her heart.

Rafe wants a second chance to prove he can be the man she wanted when they fell in love.

And Olivia still wants Rafe despite all the excellent reasons why she shouldn’t.

They should be over each other…but they aren’t.

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