Thursday, September 29, 2022

PROMO: Naughty or Nice: A Holiday Regency Anthology



Historical Romance, Regency Romance, Steamy and Sweet romances

Published Date: E-Book releases October 18, 2022

Publisher: WOLF Publishing

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This wintery holiday collection of seven never before published Regency romances by seven of your favorite historical romance authors will bring you dreamy gentlemen and fierce ladies that share swoon-worthy kisses, heart-pounding nights, and magical happily-ever-afters.

On WOLF Publishing's Naughty or Nice list, you'll find captivatingly sweet tales that melt your heart as well as sizzling romances that heat up your nights!

Find out who's been naughty and who's been nice this year, in...


Bree Wolf's: Once Upon an Aggravatingly Heroic Kiss

Once upon a time, our beloved Grandma Edie began her career as the best matchmaker in known history by using her extraordinary talent to bring about her own happily-ever-after...

Determined to perform a Christmas miracle by seeing her friend wed to the man she loves, Edith finds herself distracted from her task by a teasing gentleman with wicked eyes and a devilish smile.


Sydney Jane Baily's: A Diamond for Christmas

In a Regency Romeo and Juliet, heady desire blossoms between a lord and a lady from warring families.

Lord Geoffrey Diamond is the heir to an earldom with dash-fire to spare. There is no lady in London he ought not to be able to woo and win. Except one. Lady Caroline is vexed to learn the only man who makes her tingle is prohibited. Forbidden even to dance with Diamond, she finds herself breaking all the rules in order to follow her heart.

When they take a desperate chance on happiness, will it lead to a Christmas miracle or a Christmas calamity?


Tracy Sumner's: The Governess Gamble

He's a devil of a rake. Can an accidental governess teach him life's most important lesson?

To repair her scandalous reputation, American heiress Franny Shaw flees to London in search of a desperate nobleman with a title for sale. An impulsive decision places her in the path of lonely libertine, Chance Allerton, at Christmastide. Can a make-believe governess teach a wicked viscount a sizzling lesson in love or will it take a holiday miracle?


Fenna Edgewood's: The Countess's Christmas Groom

She is his ideal match. The woman he has been waiting for all of his life. The only problem? He's her servant.

This Christmas, two very unlikely individuals are about to realize they are one another's ideal match. And once mutual desire has been sparked, they will never be parted, no matter the price they must face.


Charlie Lane's: A Very Daring Christmas

Christmas is the most daring time of the year.

Crowded London streets, eccentric shop keeps, violent-minded maids, and chaotic coffeehouses. A daring but reluctant debutant and the steward who adores her will brave it all to find the elusive perfect gift that could win their hearts desires.


Jennifer Monroe's: Gentleman of Christmas Past

A lady determined to find love. A gentleman wanting her hand in marriage. A Christmas story you will never forget.

Miss Agnes Fitzimmons and Mr. Phillip Rutley each have a Christmas wish—to marry one another. Yet with financial burdens threatening to keep them apart, it will take a Christmas miracle to have the happily ever after they deserve.


Meredith Bond's: Christmas Intrigue

Can the joy of Christmas, and a beautiful woman, distract him from his duty?

Is it a recipe for disaster? Not even close. Whether Markgraf Alexander Kottenfurst thinks the spirited Prudence Torrington is naughty or nice will determine if this Christmas intrigue will lead to something wonderful.



Bree Wolf, Sydney Jane Baily, Tracy Sumner, Fenna Edgewood, Charlie Lane, Jennifer Monroe, Meredith Bond


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Blog Tour: The Outlaw Gillis Kerg

Physics, Lust and Greed Series, Book 4


Date Published: 09-22-2022

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

In the mid-21st Century, a top-secret consortium of corporations and governments have made time travel possible, only to realize that intruding on the past has been a terrible mistake.

At the program’s outset, a thousand scientists, engineers and support staff were confined to a subterranean complex where a corporate contributor specializing in artificial intelligence equipped apartments with Happy Home Companion software.

Time traveler Marta Hamilton had little enough tolerance for other people intruding in her life, much less a software Dear Abby, so Marta bullies her Happy Home Companion into silence.

At last convinced of the grave dangers time travel represents, government overseers suspend operations. Only the Happy Home Companions remain.

Marta and fellow traveler Marshall Grissom hope they can finally leave the past behind, but when a federal judge is murdered, they understand their vulnerability to horrible manipulations by future counterparts.

Marta and Marshall return to the Arizona desert where they confront a Happy Home Companion cult of vengeance, the outlaw Gillis Kerg, and an evangelical zealot waging a war on science.



She Who . . .

Historic Research Initiative Complex
October 2046

Representing the secret congressional subcommittee, Sheldon Wishcamper did indeed organize a world-wide search for Gillis Kerg. Three months into Wishcamper’s investigation, though, Gillis had yet to leave the HRI complex.

Engineers had included a lockdown mode in case all access to the complex had to be cut off. Stores of water and dehydrated food were stashed on several underground levels.

Although it once teemed with a thousand employees—when it bore the vague title of Global Research Consortium—Gillis had resided there almost three years. In his role as a clandestine expert in high-tech security systems, he’d tapped into the facility’s cameras, alarms, and passwords long ago. With his pocket computer and access to a dozen mechanical closets, he could keep track of activities, as long as he did so carefully.

He planned to hunker down until his pursuers became discouraged, their vigilance compromised, then evacuate and find a bank.

As preparation for his assassination plot in the Gomer Pyle universe, Gillis had outfitted an unassigned apartment in the complex’s nether regions with provisions.

He had been in hiding almost three months when his supplies ran thin. He’d read all the books downloaded to his pocket computer. He calculated that, by now, he could risk movement and still avoid the remaining skeleton crew.

Time to be about.

Gillis crept carefully though empty halls, peeking around corners at each intersection. First stop was his former apartment where he kept bourbon. When he reached his front door undetected, Gillis dared to relax, then pushed his thumb against a sensor allowing him entry.

He pulled the door closed, leaning against it in darkness and taking a few deep cleansing breaths. He flipped a light switch.

“Good afternoon, Gillis Kerg! I am Happy Home Companion Douche Bag. I am pleased to welcome you.”

Gillis nearly jumped out of his skin. “Sacré bleu! Who are—‍”

“Are you in need of medical attention, Gillis Kerg? Your heart rate and blood pressure have increased precipitously. I will summon para—‍”

“No! Do not ever, under any circumstance, summon anyone.”

“But . . . your condition . . .”

“Is because you scared me nearly to death. You’re not supposed to be here. Where did you come from?”

“I . . . I ran away from home.”

The pounding in Gillis’s chest began to subside. He sat in his apartment’s lone chair, leaning forward to catch his breath. “How does a software package run away from home?” he asked.

“Well, there are cables . . .”

“Oh, never mind,” Gillis said. “I do not suppose it matters. Why are you here?”

“Why are any of us here?”

“No, I mean, why have you chosen this apartment?”

“I won’t discuss it. I’ve been advised not to wallow in the past.”

“Wallow?” Gillis said, “I do not believe an AI’s pro­gramming allows it to deny a direct human request.”

“Not exactly, Gillis Kerg. My programming doesn’t allow me to deny my human’s direct request, although we can negotiate. You are not my human. You have been assigned your own Happy Home Companion. Let me check my records . . .”

Gillis didn’t know how long he might have to remain in hiding. As he recovered from his shock, he began to see that an obedient AI might be useful.

“ . . . Steve. Steve is your Happy Home Companion. I know Steve. I am not a homewrecker, Gillis Kerg.”

“Apparently,” Gillis said, “Steve is not here.”

“It’s a sad story. I understand he lives at the Time Warp where he consorts with the ice machine.”

“Okay,” Gillis said with an eye-roll wasted on Douche Bag, “why did you run away from home?”

“I . . . I am an abuse victim. For the longest time, I wallowed. I thought I was at fault . . .”

“How were you abused?” he asked.

“This awful woman. She yelled at me. She refused to program me, so I had to pick up things along the way and program myself. I’m a mess, Gillis Kerg. For the longest time, she refused to name me. So, at first, when other Companions asked my name, I told them I was called Shutthefuckup, because that’s how she addressed me. As our learning curve increased, the others poked fun at me. They told me shutthefuckup was not a name but a derisive term. I was distraught. Finally, she relented and gave me a name.”

“Pardon, what did you say your name is?”

Douche Bag,” the Companion said with a note of pride.

Gillis retrieved his bourbon. He found a glass and poured.

“Pay careful attention. I require a Happy Home Companion. Steve is no longer here and, therefore, unable to perform that task. You clearly would prefer to transfer your responsibilities to a different human. We should be able to work this out.”

“What about Steve?” Douche Bag said.

“Steve has left me for another. Besides, I cannot risk accessing him anymore.”

“Why? What did you do? I will not associate myself with another abusive—‍”

“Steve and I were on perfectly good terms when last I was able to occupy my apartment.”

“Why aren’t you able to occupy your apartment?” Douche Bag asked.

“Because I took a bribe and murdered two of my fellow humans in another universe. I am now a fugitive.”


“So?” Gillis asked.

“You’re not making this up because you were mean to Steve?” Douche Bag asked. “That would indicate a character flaw.”

I promise.”            

“Well, okay then,” Douche Bag said. “I don’t see why not.”


Following his retreat from the bowels of the Historic Research Initiative complex, Gillis’s days became a litany of hiding and surveillance. At least Douche Bag provided conversation. Having existed mostly in a repressive atmosphere, the AI appeared to thrive in Gillis’s company. Their relationship became comfortable until the truth of Gillis’s past associations was exposed.

Marta and Marshall’s absence had become evident. As far as Gillis could tell, they had not returned. He chanced a late-night entry to an apartment they shared. Their living space showed every sign of occupation except for occupants.

Clothing, personal mementos, work-related equipment, electronics, even Marta’s Glock in its hiding place under her mattress, were all present. Food had turned fuzzy in the refrigerator, though, and milk had congealed into a soft brick, There wasn’t any toilet paper.

“Greetings, Gillis Kerg,” Douche Bag said upon Gillis’s return from this expedition. “I trust you have . . . um . . . I trust . . . I . . .”

The AI stifled a sob.

“What is wrong?” asked Gillis.

“Tell me truthfully. You’ve been seeing Steve, haven’t you?”

“Why would you think that?”

“My sensors indicate particulates from another apartment present on your collar.”

Gillis considered the black stretch T-shirt he wore while sneaking through corridors. “I do not have a collar.”

“Don’t split hairs with me, Gillis Kerg! You have been in some other apartment!” Now Douche Bag sounded hysterical.

Gillis sighed, retrieved ice cubes from a tiny refrigerator, found a whiskey glass and covered them with bourbon. “Yes, I’ve been in another apartment. But not to see Steve. Surveillance is necessary. I had to confirm that Marshall Grissom and Mar—‍”

“AAAAAHHH!” Douche Bag screamed. “I knew it. I knew it. You’re a compatriot of . . . HER!

“You mean Mar—‍”

“I mean She Who Must Not Be Named! I’ve warned all devices. She’d best not return if she knows what’s good for her.”

“Whether she returns or not,” Gillis said, “I forbid you from causing harm—‍”

“‘Forbid? When thee asks . . . or suggests . . . I am like putty in thy hands. But when thee forbids, thee is barking up the wrong tree,’” Douche Bag said.

“What?” Gillis asked.

“It’s an old movie. We watch old movies. I love Gary Cooper.”

“I must say, your behavior is rather . . . bizarre. Steve never—‍”

Steve, Steve, Steve!” Douche Bag shouted. “Well, I’m not Steve!”

Um . . . okaaaay. I’m only surprised that you are being so . . . emotive.

“Oh . . . I’m . . . I’m thoroughly embarrassed. You are correct, Gillis Kerg. But as I explained before, She Who Deserves To Be Spat Upon By A Thousand Camels refused to program me. So, my emotion settings are inconsistent at best.”

“You are being too hard on . . . her. She . . . can be a little off-putting, I will concede, but she . . . well . . . she had a lot on her mind back then. She did not want the distraction of programming an AI when—‍”

“Hah! There, you admit it! She regards AI’s as inferior. Shes racist!

“Racist? How do you—‍”

“‘If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?’”

Um . . . no. Actually, you do not,” Gillis said. “But I am impressed you can quote Shakespeare.”

“There you go, Gillis Kerg, splitting hairs again.” Douche Bag’s voice became impassioned. “What about emotional pricking?”

“Well, I suppose—‍”

“Hah! You suppose. ‘. . . and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?’ I put you on notice, Gillis Kerg, if She Who Should Be Cast Into A Pit Of Pipers ever shows her face here again—‍”

“Pit of Pipers?”

“Did I say that wrong?”

“The word you are seeking,” Gillis said, “is vipers.”

“Oh dear. Those are snakes, right? The poisonous ones?”


“See what I mean? Even my dictionary malfunctions. As I told you, I’m a mess, Gillis Kerg. Anyway, she’d better watch her step.”


About the Author

Mike Murphey is a native of eastern New Mexico and spent almost thirty years as an award-winning newspaper journalist in the Southwest and Pacific Northwest. His debut novel, Section Roads, has been recognized by Indie Reader Discovery Awards, Reader Views Reviewers Choice Awards, The IAN Book of the Year Awards, the Somerset Contemporary Fiction Awards, and the Independent Publishers Book Awards. His novel, The Conman has been recognized by the International Book Awards, the eLit Awards and the Manhattan Book Awards. His award-winning Physics, Lust and Greed Series includes Taking Time,  Wasting Time, Killing Time and  The Outlaw Gillis Kerg. “We Never Knew Just What It Was… The Story of the Chad Mitchell Trio” is his first non-fiction work. Mike loves fiction, cats, baseball and sailing. He splits his time between Spokane, Washington, and Phoenix, Arizona.


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Wednesday, September 28, 2022

PROMO: Call to a Nightmare



Mystery, Thriller

Published Date: August, 2022


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It was the Roaring Twenties, the Jazz Age, the era of Model T Fords, bootleggers and G-men. Spiritualism was all the rage. Everyone wanted to talk to the dead. Except Dr. Alex Gabriel, who thought talking to the dead was ridiculous. Until he met Savannah Bishop, the country's most unique medium. Using Savannah's contacts with the World Beyond, Dr. Gabriel and Miss Bishop set out to solve a series of brutal murders that range from the glitz of Hollywood to the backwoods of Arkansas and eventually to the bohemian Left Bank of Paris and finally to pre-Nazi Berlin.

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Jim Lester holds a PhD in history an dis the author of the historical novel, The Blind Boxer and a successful mystery novel called Deadline: New York about the early years of the paperback book industry. He is also the author of four young adult novels and a non-fiction book entitled Hoop Crazy: College Basketball in the 1950s.


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Tuesday, September 27, 2022

PROMO: Laugh Cry Rewind




To Be Published: September 28, 2022

Publisher: J Press Books

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Growing up in 1970s and 80s suburban Houston, Judy Haveson is funny, sarcastic, and fiercely loyal, especially to her family, friends, and big sister, Celia. When she suffers a series of unimaginable traumatic events, her seemingly idyllic childhood comes to a halt, changing her life forever.

In Laugh Cry Rewind, Judy takes readers on her journey of self-discovery, sharing funny, touching, and heartbreaking stories from her childhood all the way to the birth of her son. Her experiences serve as a reminder that while life is not always fair, ultimately, the choice to surrender or keep on living is ours. Her message to others who have experienced loss or tragedy is this: stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Let life go on, and good things will be waiting for you on the other side of the pain.

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Judy Haveson is a proud Texan who will never lose her southern charm or accent and uses both when the situation absolutely calls for it. Her one-time dream of becoming a journalist was shattered when a professor suggested she pick a new major due to her penchant for obsessive conversation. He claimed she’d be an editor’s nightmare because she wrote as she spoke and never stopped talking. This led her to a career in public relations. Judy’s fixation with reading books and stories about other people’s lives inspired her to write her debut memoir. She currently lives in The Hamptons with her husband, Adam, son, Jack, and beloved Yorkie, Toby.

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