#ReleaseBlitz “Fighting for Amethyst” by Deanndra Hall

Title: Fighting For Amethyst (Bluegrass Bravery, #13)
World:Susan Stoker’s Badge of Honor
Author: Deanndra Hall
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: Buoni Amici Press, LLC
Release Date: November 9, 2021
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One tortured former military officer.

All first responder Jackson Frame wants is to lie low and forget his tortured, tumultuous past. After all, losing a wife and a child, followed by being held prisoner in Afghanistan, takes a toll on a man. Now, living in Texas, his only goal is to do his job and forget the horrors of his past.

One young woman, alone and afraid.

Desperate and devoted to her unborn child, Amethyst Meadows heads for her father and stepmother’s house in Texas, hoping she won’t have to raise her child alone. But when she finds herself stranded on the side of the road, Jackson rescues her. He may be older than she is, but that doesn’t stop her desire for the handsome and generous man.

Drowning in the demons of their past …

As Jackson and Amethyst navigate the waters of a new relationship, Amethyst’s past threatens to drown them. Can Jackson save Amethyst from danger or will his own demons destroy him first?

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Deanndra Hall is a working author living in the far western end of the beautiful Bluegrass State with her husband of over 35 years and small menagerie of weird little dogs. When she’s not writing, she’s editing. When she’s doing neither of those two things, she’s having dinner with friends, spending time with family, kayaking, eating chocolate, drinking beer or moonshine, or looking for something that she put in the wrong place and can’t seem to find (which is pretty much everything she owns).

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#Featured “Never Knew I Needed (Springwood Book 9)” by Aliyah Burke

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He’s determined to heal the pain he caused

Rutger Jasper is a doctor who has an earned and deserved reputation as a player with the ladies. There is one in town however that he keeps at a distance, but not for the reason she thinks.

Sasha Bouvet, a nurse, pursuing her law degree only admires Rutger from afar. Aside from their joking and teasing at work, she knows as she doesn’t fit the mold of the type he chases, and she doesn’t stand a chance. Until their one dance changes everything.

Unable to stay away, Rutger realizes his reasons in the past no longer matter. She’s who he wants and he will do whatever it takes to become a permanent fixture in her life. She will be leaving after the Christmas holiday unless he convinces her to stay and give them a shot at a future together.

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#BookTour “Sojourn (Season of the Runer, Book 2)” by Abigail Linhardt

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I’m thrilled to share this new release with you all today! This beautiful dark Fantasy is called Sojourn and it is the latest installment in the Season of the Runer series by Abigail Linhardt. Read on for more details and a chance to win one of two bookish loot boxes!

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Sojourn (Season of the Runer #2)

Publication Date: November 8th, 2021

Genre: Dark Fantasy


Fleeing Al’Myrah, Tzarik sails with Sybal as far away from Sharar as they can. Landing on the far eastern continent of Xia, they discover there are no Runers on Xia and a civil war is heating up between the traditionalists and those who believe it is time for Xia to join the ways of the modern world.

A mysterious creed called Wushito culls the monsters without runes or the white blood. Revered or feared, Wushito exists to support the ruler of Xia–the one touched by the White Dragon. But with Runers ashore, their secrets may soon be brought to light and the traditions on which Xia is built will be tipped into chaos.

Put in the middle, Tzarik and Sybal set events into motion they must see through to the end or risk unleashing a malevolent force into the world. However, a shadow from the past appears amidst their new struggle, complicating their sojourn and quest for sanctuary.

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The sulfates calming inside her, Sybal gathered all that remained of her patience and followed the general. Not wanting to ever be that close to the general again, she chose a perch a few yards away behind a boulder. Just as she ducked down, the small army came into view. She’d expected them to be out3tted in matching regalia, gleaming armor, and spears. The troupe that emerged was a ragtag team in mismatched pieces of armor. Some wore furs patched together with black leather. These had black paint on their faces and over their eyes. They looked harder and 3ercer than the others. The placards they carried were the only uniform item; it bore the familiar crest of House Xhiaoh.

“They’re peasants,” she whispered. “People.”

Wu-Zhiang scoffed. “What did you expect of a people who want to overthrow Wushito? Ignorant rats.”

Touching her runes under her tunic, Sybal said, “I will not kill them. I will stop them.”

The Masahk narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “As you wish. I have no qualms with killing those who seek to overthrow my creed. On my signal…”

Swallowing hard, Sybal prepared herself. For the 3rst time, her crime 6oated to the front of her mind. She could not cut down another sentient being. She didn’t know what would happen. All she knew was that the recompense was said to be horrifying to witness and painful for the oath breaker. A long, grueling death, no doubt.

Rearing up, Wu-Zhiang held her yari aloft and struck down into the army. Without hesitation, Sybal jumped after her, drawing halat as she landed. She opted for her bow, kiting away from on-coming attacks. Drawing buhkar, she misted away and was able to stay back from the attackers. Wu-Zhiang was not as merciful nor inhibited by a magical oath that would take her life. Her fangs 6ashing in the moonlight, she bit the enemy with quick, deadly strikes. Arching her spine, she turned upside down to 3re a fatal arrow into a man who threw a spear at her.

Sybal thought they’d gotten the upper hand too quickly. She’d released a half dozen arrows into shins and feet when the invading army turned and ran forward into the trees.

“Follow them!” Wu-Zhiang hissed, wiping blood from her lips. “They are heading right to Yasuke!” A wicked grin warped her face into demonic joy. “To the blus.”

Chasing after the serpentine woman took all Sybal’s speed and strength. When the Masahk went down onto her belly and shot o, she moved with the speed of a hunting viper. A whipping, hissing sound alerted her to ShanBao’s arrow going up from where the others waited. This should have been their signal, but Wu- Zhiang had preemptively struck. Now it signaled Yasuke and Jin to move in. Sybal saw how well ShanBao knew his generals when she heard Yasuke give a wild, canine cry.

The two women came over the rocky outcropping and stopped.

“A trap!” Wu-Zhiang shouted.

Below, another horde of Wu-Tang warriors waited, unleashing arrows towards Jin and Yasuke. Sybal prepared to scream for the boy to duck, but he easily dodged the arrows with elegant lips, scaling a tree before hopping across to another, shooting his own arrows down at the same time. Yasuke leapt into the frey for melee attacks, using his claws. His fur stood on end as he roared. A 3ery fox shadow appeared behind him as his attacks grew in rage.

From behind Jin and Yasuke, the Shiuki warriors emerged, spears and staves in hand. Sybal skirted around the edge, the blood from the Wushito general’s savage attacks painting the vibrant green grass red. She met with ShanBao and the royal commander.

“I will lose my rank for this,” Commander Zhen stuttered, his face white. “We are involved in a civil dispute. A battle! The Di- Huan will have my head.”

“This was unexpected, Zhen.” ShanBao watched, horri3ed at the bloodletting. “They played us for the peaceful fools we are.”

Below, Sybal watched a royal warrior brought to his knees by a man welding the banner of House Xiaoh. The royal warrior begged for his life before the Xiaoh 3ghter stabbed him with the placard, standing it up in his corpse. Unable to bear the sight, she leased an arrow into the Xiaoh warrior’s knee.

“Careful, Sybal!” ShanBao cried. “Your oath.”

Glaring at the evil sigil, she spat. “It is far worse a punishment that I cannot take my revenge.” In truth, she had killed Whoang Xiaoh twice. She had tasted her revenge. But the opportunity to fell more of his kinsmen and followers loomed before her in insatiable temptation.

“Guard your anger,” ShanBao whispered, touching her shoulder gently from behind. “I do this to protect Xia. House Xiaoh wants one of their own on the throne.”

“Why are they striking now?” Zhen cried as he watched his men fall. “I thought we were close to an accord.”

“Hardly,” ShanBao replied. “The Di-Huan is ignorant and indecisive. His son has no desire to rule.”

Zhen swallowed hard before he spoke. “He is not touched by the dragon. They must be frightened their rule will be challenged.”

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Abi has been a writer all her life, but is a mentor at heart. When she is not writing, you can find her slaying enemies online or hunting for the next bohemian adventure. She has published works of fiction, poetry, academia, and even won awards for her short stories in science fiction and horror.

Abi is also a proud mom of two…ferrets! She live streams on Twitch where you can enjoy her terrible gaming skills and join the live discussion. She works part-time as a freelance ghostwriter, editor, and audiobook narrator, hoping to one day make these passions her full-time job. She currently resides in Kansas.

She is one of nine children–all who share the creative spark.

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#BookBlitz “The Fallen Sniper Tears (Love is Forever, Book 2)” Marlene F. Cheng


A Sniper Romance Novel

Love is Forever, Book 2

Romance, Women’s Fiction, Drama


Date Published: October 2021

Raven is the secret love child from Temptation and Surrender, Book One in the Love is forever Series.

Much to the chagrin of his parents (Geneva an emergency room doctor and Y an NHL hockey star) he joins the Canadian army and becomes a superior sniper. He endures two harrowing tours of duty in Iraq.

Cheng fills this epic saga with enduring characters and lyrical writing.

Raven, “as fast as a flitting firefly, as silent as fallen snow” answers a call to reconnaissance duty in Mali.

His mother, who aches for her lover and has a horrendous fear for their love child’s safety, laments: “When I watch the moonshine on the water, a nostalgic longing comes over me… a strong yearning that moves me to tears.”

Can an ocean of tears separate the star-crossed lovers, forever?


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Temptation and Surrender: A Secret Love Child Romance

Love is Forever, Book 1


The Fallen Sniper Tears: A Sniper Romance Novel

Love is Forever, Book 2


A Mystical Embrace: A Mystical Romance Novel

Love is Forever, Book Three

Coming November 19, 2021


The Madam’s Friend: A Novel for Women about Flawed, Textured, Vulnerable Soulmates

Love is Forever, Book Four

Coming December 17, 2021





“A command came, for us to retreat.

“Leapfrogging, we started to get the hell out of there. Fire started coming at us from the river and from the houses we had already cleared. The enemy had got between us and the second wave of soldiers that were securing the cleared area. Insurgents were popping up from inside houses and behind walls everywhere, shooting wildly and fiercely. They must have crossed the river because heavy fire was coming from that direction. I was second, and in the chaos, I lost the person in front of me and the person behind, several times. When we got to the copter, Dubbie wasn’t there. He was number four. I went back. In an opening where firing had been heavy, the wind was swirling, looking for an escape tunnel. It caused a circle of dust around a statue in the middle of the opening. The statue came in and out of view, depending on the cloud of dust. I looked, hard. The statue was Dubbie. He was standing straight up, motionless—a sitting duck, in his jargon. I worked my way until I was about fifty feet from him. I remember hearing ‘… as fast as a flitting firefly, as silent as falling snow.’ I dashed, knocked him down, and grabbed and dragged him to a shelter—a bullet-riddled shed. Troy had followed me. Dubbie was in an unresponsive stupor. His eyes stared somewhere in the distance. He was catatonic, but Troy could shoulder him. I covered, and, somehow, we got to the copter. We loaded and took off. We crammed Dubbie in between Troy and me. I put my arms around him to warm him; to melt the ice. When I got my breath, over the noise, I started yelling at him: ‘Good shot, Ryan. Very good shot.’ I yelled it over and over. Then another voice joined mine, and another, and then another. Soon, even though exhaustion and injuries overtook them, all the men started chanting: ‘Good shot, Ryan. Very good shot.’ ‘Good shot, Ryan. Very good shot.’

“A lifetime passed.

I felt him crumble. He slumped over me, moulding against me like a two-hundred-pound sack of prairie potatoes. I felt his hot tears running down my neck.

“The wind came out of me in a huge sigh of relief.”


About the Author

I ran barefoot on the Canadian prairies in the dust that settled after the 2nd World War. That makes me an octogenarian, an oldie.

Thrust from the infinity of wheat fields into the warp of the Rockies, Selkirk and Purcell mountains, the light that defined a frightful, but interesting, high school life challenged me.

Our neighbours were all Italian—migrants to Canadian mining towns. With his Welsh-born farmers’ busyness, my father found strange their art of dolce far niente—that is, the sweetness of doing nothing. They practised it, “Come in. Come in. Sit down. Taste my homemade vino.”

Our family adapted.

And the flames of railway trestles burning and women parading nude colored life. Doukhobors (a sect that had fled persecution in Russia) settled in the Kootenays. They protested having to send their children to public schools.

Wearing a babushka and twirling spaghetti, not only did I survive those years, but I thrived.

Vancouver, the “big city,” where I discovered traffic lights and city buses, claimed me for medical lab training, and I worked the night shift in the blood bank to put myself through university.

I’ve worked in cancer research, taught at tech schools, become a registered massage therapist, taken up energy schooling in NY., married and raised two kids, and, at 73, published my first book A Many Layered Skirt, a biography about a young Chinese girl trying to keep one frightening step ahead of the soldiers, during the Japanese occupation.

My husband, of 56 years, was Chinese. Our mixed marriage was intriguing, and happiness was ours. Interests in people, cultures and places took us around the world. Many of those adventures find their way into my writing. He passed away, throwing my life into chaos. Now, I’ve picked up the pen, again, and have written four books in the Love is Forever Series; a Historical Romance-The Inspector’s Daughter and The Maid; and a literary, autofiction-Shifting to Freedom.

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#NewRelease “Gobble Gobble Murder (A Reporter Roland Bean Cozy Mystery)” by Rachel Woods

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Why did the host of a Thanksgiving party suddenly drop dead?

At a Thanksgiving party, investigative reporter Roland “Beanie” Bean is shocked when the host drops dead. It looks like an allergic reaction, but Beanie is suspicious, especially since he’d overheard the host’s wife and her secret lover plotting the man’s demise.

When the host’s death is determined to be cold-blooded murder, Beanie covers the story and discovers a slew of suspects: The cheating wife. The bitter ex-wife. The vengeful rival. And a mysterious stranger who’d sent the dead man bizarre threats.

As Beanie continues to investigate, he uncovers sordid secrets and devious motives among those who were closest to the victim. Racing to discover the killer, he ends up the target of a sadistic murderer who won’t hesitate to kill again.

Gobble, Gobble Murder is a holiday cozy murder mystery novel. With lots of clues and red herrings, it features plenty of twists and turns to keep you guessing until the end!

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