#BookSale “Chronicle of a Death Foretold (Vintage International)” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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A man returns to the town where a baffling murder took place 27 years earlier, determined to get to the bottom of the story.

Just hours after marrying the beautiful Angela Vicario, everyone agrees, Bayardo San Roman returned his bride in disgrace to her parents. Her distraught family forced her to name her first lover; and her twin brothers announced their intention to murder Santiago Nasar for dishonoring their sister.

Yet if everyone knew the murder was going to happen, why did no one intervene to stop it? The more that is learned, the less is understood, and as the story races to its inexplicable conclusion, an entire society–not just a pair of murderers—is put on trial.

Gabriel García Márquez was born in Colombia in 1927. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1982. He is the author of many works of fiction and nonfiction, including One Hundred Years of Solitude, Love In The Time Cholera, The Autumn Of The Patriarch, The General In His Labyrinth, and News Of A Kidnapping. He died in 2014.

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#BookBlitz “Moving Again!!!: With Rylan and Henry” by Christy Jordan Wrenn

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Rylan is five and has a mouse friend named Henry. Soon after Dad arrives home from deployment, he announces that they are moving 4,421 miles away. Come on an adventure with Rylan and his family moving from Anchorage, Alaska, through Canada to their new home in South Carolina. Will Henry go with the family, be forgotten, or get packed in a box, left behind.
This book is dedicated to military families that mover thousands of miles each year.

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About the AuthorChristy J Wrenn

Christy Jordan Wrenn has been a published children’s author since 2014. She is an Indie published author and illustrator of four books: Rylan and Burt (2014), Rylan and Henry (2015), Emma’s Funny Birds (2016), Moving Again !!! With Rylan and Henry (2018), and the (second edition 2019). Currently, she is an Administrative Librarian at Centenary College of Louisiana in Shreveport, Louisiana. Christy has 40+ years of experience in the field of public, special and academic libraries.

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#ExcerptReveal “The Cruelest Stranger” by Winter Renshaw

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The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and three cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind.
Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
I never could have anticipated his…
And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again—or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
This one’s ours.

Through the shadowy haze of Ophelia’s, my unfocused gaze struggles to home in at first. And then I see him perfectly.

Chiseled cheekbones.

Impeccably-groomed obsidian hair.

Broad shoulders hardly contained in a navy cashmere sweater.

Jawline for days.

Could this be …?

Is that Mrs. Angelino’s nephew?

I take a generous mouthful of gin and tonic, contemplating how best to introduce myself. My palms tingle, and I rub them against the tops of my thighs, sucking in a shallow breath.

There’s a chance this man isn’t Garrett, and the more I think about it, he likely isn’t. I’ve yet to catch him scanning the room in search of someone.

But still—if it is him, I’d hate for him to think he’s being stood up. I would never do that to anyone, for any reason. My life’s mantra can be boiled down to the whole “do unto others …” saying.

Clearing my throat, I lean in his direction. “Excuse me?”

He doesn’t hear me.

Waving my hand to capture his attention, I say it again, “Hi. Excuse me.”

Still, nothing.

It’s like he’s in his own world—ten feet away.

The friendly, kindergarten-teacher smile teetering on my poppy-stained lips fades with the realization that I’m being ignored.

“Hi, excuse me …” Third time’s the charm. I wave once more, wiggling my fingers the way you’d politely flag down a restaurant server.

The man turns to his left, dark brows knit together and gaze tightened in my direction—and then he does the craziest thing: lifting his finger to his lips, he shushes me.

He. Shushes. Me.

Like a child.

Facing ahead, I take another drink, the glass trembling in my hand as a cocktail of thoughts swarm my head. The mirror behind the bar catches my reflection, and it isn’t pretty, but this time it has nothing to do with the damp, wiry, dishwater-blonde bun or the bar bathroom makeover.

Basic human decency is the one thing I value most in this world, and this man has none of it.

The full weight of his piercing stare anchors me to my seat, and every atom in my body is shouting for me to stay, to not march ten feet down the bar to give him a piece of my mind.

But today marks the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life, I was caught in a rainstorm and stood up, and I’m about two cocktails deep.

My self-control is non-existent.

Drink in hand, I slide off my seat and saunter toward the infuriatingly handsome asshole in the five-hundred-dollar sweater, but before I have a chance to utter a single word, he speaks first, “You seem incredibly insecure about something. Are you okay?”

“Excuse me?” I’m glaring, and I never glare. This isn’t good. This man’s about to bring out a side of me I never knew existed. And what the hell is he talking about? Insecure? “What kind of—”

“—what kind of asshole bothers a stranger for no reason?” he commandeers my question like he owns it. “Let me ask you this, when you saw me come in, saw me take a seat at the end of the bar away from everyone, what part of that gave you the impression that I wanted to be bothered?”

The man has a point—especially if he isn’t Garrett.

But it still doesn’t make him any less of a prick.

“I wasn’t trying to bother you, I was—”

“Really?” His full lips tug into a taut smirk, his tone as sharp as it is incredulous. “Because I’m pretty sure when you were waving at me and smiling and saying ‘Hi, excuse me’ in that cutesy little voice fifty thousand times … you were trying to bother me.”

“Are you always this cruel?”

“Are you always this desperate?” He doesn’t miss a beat.

My grip tightens on my glass. I’d love nothing more than to dump the remainder of this drink down his pretentious designer sweater.

Lucky for him that isn’t my style.

Besides, it’d be a shame to waste all that top-shelf liquor on a bottom-shelf bastard.

“For your information, I was supposed to meet someone here tonight. Someone fitting your description,” I say.

His jaw sets.

He takes a sip of his drink staring ahead, flashing a smirk that advertises a perfect dimple in the middle of his cheek. “Sure you were.”

“What, you think this is something I do to meet men?” My voice is pitched higher than I intended.

“You said it.” His brows rise as he centers his drink on a coaster.

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type.”

He sniffs. “I’m everyone’s type.”

I’m … speechless.

Is this jerk for real?!

Not only is this vexatious stranger cruel, heartless, and lacking in basic human decency, he’s also the epitome of arrogant.

“You can leave now.” He waves me off, but I’m stunned into silence as I try to gather my thoughts so I can leave him with one last zinger of a comeback.

“Everything okay over here?” Eduardo is hunched over the other side of the bar, his watchful stare passing between us. I swear he came out of nowhere—that or I was too distracted by this man’s willful audacity to notice him approaching us.

The cocky Adonis shoots me a glance before turning his attention to the bartender.

“We’re good, Eduardo,” he says. “I was just giving our friend here a lesson in etiquette, appropriacy, and basic decorum.”

Once again, I have no words.

Rising from his bar stool, he finishes the remainder of his drink with a smooth swallow before shouldering into his wool trench, heading for the door, and disappearing into the cold, dark evening.

Rain drops pelt the windows, obscuring anything and everything on the other side of the glass.

Peeling my fruitless gaze from that direction, it settles on an umbrella leaning against the wall next to the door.

His umbrella.

The blackest black.

The color of his soul—or the empty space in his chest where his heart should be.

Fitting.

Without giving it another thought, I slap a twenty on the counter and slip into my coat.

A moment later, I’m grabbing the stupid thing and diving out into the rain, praying I catch him in time.

As incensed as I am, as infuriating as he is, sometimes the best thing to do is fight cruelty with kindness. It’s something I learned early on in my life and something I instill in my students from the second they enter my classroom.

I spot him at the end of the block, waiting for the crosswalk to change.

Picking up my pace, I canter over cracked and pitted concrete, squeeze past umbrella-wielding locals—and make it to the end of the street just in time for the light to flick from neon white to warning-sign orange, forcing me to stop.

I wait where I am, my gaze trained on him in case he turns onto a side street.

The traffic signals begin to change, and within seconds, the crosswalk blinks to white.

I sprint across, ignoring the stinging cold rain drops pelting my skin, the frigid air biting through my clothes, and the painful clench in my jaw that keeps my teeth from rattling.

I’m a mere half of a block from him when he turns and disappears inside a local business.

But it isn’t just any business …

… it’s the Paulley-Hallbrook Funeral Home—a place I know well.

A moment later, I’m standing outside the very doors he walked into mere moments ago, frozen in every sense of the word.

The rain slows, gentle.

And then it stops.

Earthy petrichor fills my lungs as I witness the dark-haired, cruel-hearted mystery man as he’s greeted by a lady in a charcoal pant suit.

She places a hand on his shoulder and gives him an apologetic wince before escorting him away.

I wanted to give him the umbrella to teach him a lesson in compassion.

The irony of that isn’t lost on me.

 

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#BookTour “Claiming His Charge” by Susan Horsnell

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coverM/M Rockstar Romance
Date Published: January 24, 2020
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Jordan Phillips, ex-military,he now co-owns a security company with his ex-team leader.
He works covert operations, removing marks from foreign countries where government forces cannot go.
The last thing he wants to do is babysit an opinionated rock star.
Dallas Munroe is the opinionated rock star.
After a death threat, his manager beefs up security, by hiring Jordan’s  company.
Dallas is not impressed. He feels the threat is a hoax and the last thing he wants is a guard shadowing his every move.
Will these two ever get along?
Who is behind the death threat, and is it for real?
Travel the cities of Australia as the band tours. Meet up with the stars from the Outback Australia Series when the band performs at a charity concert in Bourke and learn what part they play in events as they unfold.

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The man stepped close and got in my face.

“You have two options. Your band can rehearse and do sound check without you, or you cancel until tomorrow when I’ve had the chance to organize extra venue security. Starting now, you go nowhere without me glued to your side, and before you open your trap to say I’m not your minder, I’ll assure you, I am. Contracts have been signed with my company. Legally binding contracts. So unless you want a lawsuit that will give you one hell of a headache, you will co-operate.”

The man was pissing me off. I slammed my hands on my hips and took a step back.

“And just how will you know if I’m following your orders tonight?”

He dragged his hand over his buzz cut. Between the hair and his muscular build, there was no doubt in my mind he was ex-military, used to giving orders and being obeyed. Jordan stepped forward again and I was forced to tilt my head back to look at his face. Fuck, the man had kissable lips – plump, tinged with pink, and at the moment, slightly parted. His minty breath wafted over me.

“You’re gonna be a pain in my fucking arse, aren’t you?”

I opened my mouth, closed it again.

“There will a security guard stationed outside the door. He’ll have my instructions and he’ll be armed.”

Jordan spun on his heel and faced Gus. “If it were up to me, I wouldn’t be here, but as no one else was available, I drew the short straw. The only fucking straw. I just returned a few hours ago after two days in the desert in Afghanistan. During that time, I’ve had no sleep, one coffee about an hour ago and I’m feeling a might pissed off at your client’s attitude. I should be on day’s off. Instead, I’m being forced to babysit a singer who has tickets on himself and is a legend in his own lunchbox. Sort his attitude out before I get back tomorrow.”

My eyes dropped to his arse, encased in tight jeans. I swallowed the drool which formed as I watched the tight muscles rise and fall with each step he took.

With one hand on the handle of the door, he turned and faced me again. I suspected he had something more he wanted to say. Instead, he shook his head, left and slammed the door behind him.

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Susan HarsnellI live in sunny Queensland, Australia and retired after 37 years of Nursing.

My husband of 45 years, together with our elderly Jack Russell Terrier and extremely opinionated 26-year-old Cockatiel, enjoy exploring the country with our caravan.
When we are at home, which is a small rural village, we spend our time renovating our home.
I write a variety of stories including Western Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, Male/Male, Ménage and Shapeshifter.
Each book has a strong focus on the storyline with romantic interest building throughout.
I explore real-life issues from kids on the streets to motorcycle war and put my own twist on each one.
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#ReleaseBlitz “The Only Exception (A Road to Wonderland Story)” by LJ Stock, Victoria L James


The Only Exception (A Road to Wonderland Story)

by L.J. Stock and Victoria L. James


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𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙤.

I’d been pining for her for more than a decade, and thought I’d messed up.
𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥.

I went to her, faster than lightning, desperate to taste her kiss.
𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.

She offered me her trust, and I took it in my hands, desperate to hold on tight.
𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

I’d do anything for her.
𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢.

I wanted to be in all her fantasies.
𝙈𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

I was born again with her, no longer the recovering addict. No longer a mistake.
𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.

Together, we learned how to live.
𝙄’𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙.

She made me believe in our story. She made me want to rewrite my own.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚…

We forgot to keep our eyes open to the things around us.
𝙒𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙮.

We made mistakes.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝.

Just when I thought I was winning, I was forced to fight again.
𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄’𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧.

Those ghosts underestimated my love for Izzy Moffit.
𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.
She had no idea what I was willing to do, who I used to be, and what I was capable of when it came to protecting those I loved. She had no idea the lengths I’d go to to give her a happy ever after. My girl had no idea at all.
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Victoria L. James is a teenage girl stuck inside a thirty-something-year-old’s body. A Corona and nacho appreciator with a ridiculous obsession for all things Rocky Balboa, she currently lives in Yorkshire, England, with her husband and two baby boys. Having had a strong passion for words and stories going as far back as she can remember, she credits her love of literature to her Grandma Bess who taught her that you don’t need a lot of money to travel to different worlds, experience new places, and live a thousand lives.

L.J. Stock has always lived in a world of her own, continuously lost in her imagination. Whether in the forests that backed up to her home in Aberdeen when she was only six years old, the unique landscape of Singapore she discovered at eight, or the rolling woodlands that rolled up to Dartmoor during her teen years, there have always been new worlds to explore.
Now an adult living in Houston, Texas, there’s more concrete in the jungle surrounding her, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t stories to tell. She now has too many. When she’s not writing, Louise can be found hanging out with her family, crazy pup, or at the computer lost in her creativity of her successful graphic design business, L.J. Designs.
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#AudioTour “Jane Austen’s Dragons: Pemberley Book 1” by Maria Grace

Audiobook Series Tour: Jane Austen’s Dragons by Maria Grace

Author: Maria Grace

Narrator: Benjamin Fife

Length: 8 hours 11 minutes

Series: Jane Austen’s Dragons, Book 1

Publisher: Maria Grace

Released: July 2, 2019

Genre: Epic Fantasy

England is overrun by dragons of all shapes and sizes. Most people are blissfully unaware of them and the Pendragon Treaty that keeps the peace between human and dragon kind. Only those born with preternatural hearing, like Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet are able to hear and converse with dragonkind.

When the first firedrake egg laid in a century is stolen from Pemberley, the fragile dragon peace teeters on collapse. Darcy has no choice but to chase down the thief, a journey that leads him to quaint market town of Meryton and fellow Dragon Keeper, Elizabeth Bennet.

Elizabeth shares a unique bond with dragons, stronger than anything Darcy has ever experienced. More than that, her vast experience and knowledge of dragon lore may be the key to uncovering the lost egg. But Elizabeth can’t stand Darcy’s arrogance and doesn’t trust him to care properly for a precious baby firedrake. After all, he already lost the egg once. What’s to prevent it from happening again?

Can he win her trust and recover the stolen egg before it hatches and sends England spiraling back into the Dark Ages of Dragon War?

Jane Austen meets Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern. A must-listen for Pern fans.


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Five time BRAG Medallion Honoree and #1 best selling Historical Fantasy author, Maria Grace has her PhD in Educational Psychology and is a 16-year veteran of the university classroom where she taught courses in human growth and development, learning, test development and counseling. None of which have anything to do with her undergraduate studies in economics/sociology/managerial studies/behavior sciences. She pretends to be a mild-mannered writer/cat-lady, but most of her vacations require helmets and waivers or historical costumes, usually not at the same time.

She writes gaslamp fantasy, historical romance and non-fiction to help justify her research addiction.

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Benjamin Fife has always had a passion for learning. With a mind that remembers all sorts of numbers and useless trivia, he regularly wins local radio shows and enjoys confusing people with sci-fi quotes.

Fife grew up in Southeast Idaho. He attended college at Idaho State University, where he met his future wife in their music theory class. They have been married nearly 20 years and now have six children and a whole menagerie of animals. When their oldest daughter was three or four years old they started reading aloud from novels every night at bedtime, and have continued the tradition ever since. The family loves exploring various worlds and topics through Fife’s wonderful reading skills, which get better every year. They all have his Christmas Carol voices memorized (and the older kids are known to quote along with portions), since he has read it to them every December.

Benjamin enjoys all kinds of sci-fi and fantasy – both books and shows, is an extreme eclectic music lover, and prefers his chocolate to be of the 90% cocoa variety. Above all, he loves to be with his family. He loves recording audio books, and is delighted to tell people, “I’ve finally found what I want to be when I grow up!”

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