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Thursday, July 20, 2023

New Release: Hidden Fate by Jen L. Grey

 

Title: Hidden Fate (The Marked Dragon Prince Trilogy 3)

Author: Jen L. Grey

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publication Date: July 20th, 2023

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Blurb: 

I'm the cause of a war between two brothers… two dragon princes.

The king is dead.

He was the one person who could’ve protected my fated mate, the true heir to the throne.

As a result, Thorn and I are being hunted as we scramble to find a way to survive this war.

Even with our allies, our numbers are small… not great enough to fight the prince who is desperate to claim the crown.

But my mate and I will forever be in danger unless we eliminate the threat.

And the safety of our people hinges on us taking the throne.

We must sacrifice everything just for the chance at a better future… even if it means sacrificing ourselves.


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Reading has always been one of my favorite hobbies, even as a little girl. When I was a toddler, my parents would read stories to me over and over. I would hear them so often that I had the books memorized and could recite the story word by word. 

My favorite genres are fantasy, paranormal, and contemporary romance. So of course that's what I'm inclined to write. 

​I have a husband, two young daughters, and a mini Australian Shepherd. I've lived in Tennessee the majority of my life and love the state. 

I'm extremely addicted to caffeine and enjoy drinking coffee and lattes.

 

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Wednesday, July 19, 2023

Tour & Giveaway: Heroika: Dragon Eaters by Janet Morris

 


The art of dragon killing. 

Seventeen writers bring you so close to dragons you can smell their fetid breath.

Heroika: Dragon Eaters

Heroika Volume 1

Edited by Janet Morris

Genre: Epic Historical Fantasy Adventure Anthology


The art of dragon killing:

Dragons have been eating humans for centuries. Now heroes throughout history stalk their legendary foe. Learn how to hunt, kill, and eat the wild dragon. Never before has revenge tasted so good. A literary feast for the bloody-minded.

In Janet Morris' anthology on the art of dragon killing, seventeen writers bring you so close to dragons you can smell their fetid breath. Tales for the bold among you.

HEROIKA 1 -- DRAGON EATERS, an anthology of heroic fiction edited by Janet Morris, features original stories by


Janet Morris and Chris Morris, The First Dragon Eater

S.E. Lindberg, Legacy of the Great Dragon

Janet Morris and Chris Morris, Bring Your Rage

Walter Rhein, Aquila of Oyos

Cas Peace, The Wyght Wyrm

Jack William Finley, The Old Man on a Mountain

A.L. Butcher, Of Blood and Scales

Travis Ludvigson, Night Stalkers

Tom Barczak, Forged

JP Wilder, Rhyme of the Dragon Queen

Joe Bonadonna, The Dragon’s Horde

Milton Davis, Wawindaji Joka (The Dragon Hunters)

M Harold Page, Sky Tomb of the Earth Kings

William Hiles, Red Rain

Beth W. Patterson, La B├ętaille

Bruce Durham, Arctic Rage

Mark Finn, Sic Semper Draconis


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Bring Your Rage

Janet Morris and Chris Morris

When I first saw Rhesos, he came riding a horse white as sunlight, a black dog at its heels, between two breast-high piles of dragon carcasses, toward the Paeonian way-station where we combatants all gathered. He wore no armor, only a cap made from the scalp of a fox and a multicolored zeira, the billowy Thracian riders’ cloak, over pantaloons and fawnskin boots. When the horse shied at the skinned dragons smoking over firepits in the morning glare, he clapped his legs against his mount’s sides.

Now when a horse shies sideways in a single jump, an unwary rider is fast unseated; a half naked rider, with no surcingle, no toe loops, oft comes tumbling to the ground. Not this man: he rode as one with his horse, deep-seated, his buttocks, thighs and calves tight to its barrel. In his right hand he carried an ash spear, and this he rapped against his mount’s shoulder, while with his left hand he loosed his reins, urging the horse past the piled corpses.

I had never seen a maneuver like that, but the war-horse knew it well and, with one disapproving snort, lunged on by the bloody stacks, coming straight toward me where I stood on the shelter’s porch. Men seldom impress me by posturing, but this one rode like a god, and looked right at me between his horse’s ears. So I hesitated a moment, nearly smitten, watching, before I went back inside.

This roadhouse, built poor and spare into the berm like the Spartan kind, held a score of men    and now me, once again. The group of us, brought together by choice and challenge, had hunted yesterday, and would again on the morrow; most men were drinking and carousing, boorish and loud. By now they were accustomed to me: I had been here six days and made my share of the kills piled outside, so when I filled a clay cup from the krater by the door and took a seat, none remarked me.

Then in came the Thracian rider, pausing on the threshold, blocking out the light, legs spread, his spear a walking stick, looking right, looking left.

Everyone stopped talking.

Fast as a blink, the stranger tossed a vellum-wrapped stone so that it landed in our midst. “‘Dragon eaters, bring your rage,’ this says. So here I am, withal.” Low voice, soft tone. This one knew what he’d walked into. “So what’s to lose, and what’s to gain?” Up beside him came his big black dog, lip lifted, growling around.

Those assembled looked at one another, then all looked to Thoas, whose invitation wrapped the stone.

So did I.

Thoas, the lame and grizzled Achaean, pushed the thrown stone aside with his toe. “War is brewing, stranger, thus have I called this hunt. Here we stalk dragons to find the strongest, the bravest among you northerners, to fight at Troy. What’s to lose? Your life. What’s to win? Your legend    your aristeia, to be claimed in my contingent on the battle lines at Ilion. I am Thoas, son of Andraemon, lord of Aetolia. I seek only the best of you barbarians to ship with me.”

“Win my legend? As you say, Aetolian Thoas, I am a barbarian. What need I with Greek glory?”

“Yet you came here, responding to my summons for dragon eaters? Who fights a dragon is brave; who fights the red dragon hungers for greater glory, the sort found upon the beach at Troy. Those who hunt with me and pass my test, I’ll take in my black ships to Ilion.”

The gathered warriors pounded tables with their cups.

At this the black dog growled and barked and crouched to launch himself if need be against the noisy men, but the Thracian quieted the hound with a touch and took off his fox-scalp cap, freeing hair red as my own: “Dragon eaters, are you all? Who ravish any woman, willing or not; who kill for spite and pleasure, not need    women, children, dogs? Who put prowess over honor? These are the bravest of us northern barbarians? I came for a hunt, some sport, to see what this summons meant, and now I’ll leave rather than enlist against Ilion. I am Rhesos, son of Eioneos, if you like; or son of Strymon, if you think men be made by gods. The Trojans, not lying Greeks, are my allies and friends.”

King of Thrace, then, was this Rhesos — or so he claimed, riding in alone, not with thousands or even hundreds at his back; half naked, armed with one spear, one horse and a dog. Yet he looked every inch a king to me, if young for it.

Now, I thought, comes the quarrel. I got up to move from the midst of these two, as did the others. Benches scraped back, men shifted toward their fellows. Of all twenty, only a handful so far had taken up the Achaean’s cause. The rest, like this Rhesos, had come to hunt for sport and honor.

Thoas lumbered to his feet but kept his hands in plain sight. “Son of Strymon the river god, are you? Raised by nymphs? What think you, dragon eaters: is this how a demigod behaves? Is this how a dragon eater treats with his brothers?”

The dog growled and barked again, while the gathered men shouted and snarled, thumped their tables and stamped their feet, goading the Greek and the Thracian toward a brawl.

Rhesos held still, but for blue eyes slashing from face to face to face and another touch to his dog, who waited, trembling and eager. “I have my own war to win with Greater Scythia. My forces march this way. They’ll be along. But since I’d heard of this adventure, I thought to come ahead, take a look, spend a day, see who answered this call to slaughter.”

One fleshy dragon eater, barely old enough to raise a pimply black beard, taunted, “I’m Carnabon, here to kill the red dragon, for I’m descended from Carnabon the dragon killer and king of the Getae. And I say Eionian kings can’t fight, it’s well known. Or will you prove me wrong?”

“Wrong? We’ll see. But you’ll prove me right: boys who think themselves heroes fall first in battle.”

Another, a dusky Kikone with corded hair, gibed: “So, fight the red dragon with us, prove your words and your skill, king of Thrace  —”

At that, Thoas jeered: “Aye, face the red dragon, barbarian king, and see if the Fates let you live to fight Scythians.”

“Done. But I’ll fight it alone. All you mighty warriors take your turns, and should you fail, I’ll kill the beast in your honor and burn its carcass on your pyres. Now, I need to see to my horse.”

He turned on his heel, and I thought he would get on that horse and ride away; plenty of daylight left for a hasty retreat.

“Done then, Thracian,” called Thoas after him, as nervous laughter and boastful talk resumed in the station. “Penthesilea,” Thoas boomed, “see to his needs    from the way he speaks of women you’ll be safer with him than will any of us.”

I flushed but rose and followed the Thracian out into the sunlight as mocking calls chased after me.

The young king was picking stones from his horse’s left front foot with his knife. He put down the hoof he held and took up his spear when I approached. “You?”

“Thoas says I’m to help you. This way,” and I started around the back, where our horses grazed on fenced land, and straight stalls held the wild ones.

“Penthesilea the Amazon queen, are you?” said the Thracian, pacing me.

“Penthesilea of Azzi, yes. Daughter of Ares and Otrera.”

“Why are you here, doing the bidding of a Greek, daughter of Ares, patron god of Thrace?”

I turned my face away, then back, as we came to the corner beyond which the horse pens stretched. This Rhesos made me crave the touch of a man; such fire hadn’t burned in me for a very long time. In Azzi, where newborn boys are exposed on hillsides or sent young to their fathers, the few men we keep are slaves and breeders of daughters. I wouldn’t lie to this one: lies are the sinkholes of the heart. “You have not heard, then: by accident I killed my sister, Hippolyta, with a spear while we were hunting deer. I am undone with grief. I wish only for death, so much did I love her. But I am an Amazon warrior and must die honorably   in battle. Battle against a dragon will be honorable enough.”

Rhesos sighed. “Will it?” His black dog whined, wagged its tail uncertainly, and looked up at me; the horse between us pulled back on its lead so for a moment we stood face to face. “Penthesilea, you’re an Azzi warrior. These gathered are angry folk and failing folk and grieving folk hoping to die, like you. Ask yourself why Thoas, Aetolian lord and son of Andraemon, is reduced to raising troops in the back country. His rank came easy, bestowed; he never fought for it. Such men are too much concerned with their aristeia. So he’ll settle an old score with this red dragon who lamed him, I think, before he ships with the Achaeans to meet his doom at Troy.”

“His life. His sorrow. His choice,” I scoffed. “What difference to you, whatever he does?”

“None. But you saw the boy, Carnabon, who spoke up first? There’s one who’s lost his lover and wants to die hard, and soon. He’ll take point in any skirmish, get out in front of any charge, be dragon-bait, end his suffering the only way he can    by a wound that stops his heart. And the Kikone    he’s a banished one, here without his fellows; a man not welcome at home seeks death in foreign lands. That roadhouse is full of ghosts soon to be.”

“And I am such a ghost, you say? You see too much, for a man so young.”

“Are you not?” Rhesos clucked to the white mare and urged her forward to an empty pen with good grass and a stream meandering through it. He said nothing further until he’d removed her bridle and closed up the pen, log into log. “If you long to die covered in glory, why waste your blood on dumb beasts? Die honorably in battle fighting for Ilion, not against her, and not with Thoas’ Aetolian rabble.” He took up his spear and leaned his cheek against its head. “All know he’s promised the Achaeans forty ships, a great contingent. He aches to fight Trojans, for he was among Helen’s suitors but failed to win her. That man cannot stand to lose, and many will die for his pride before he pays the boatman.”

“Ah, women and men in war: a deadly posset.” This close, the muscles of his naked chest, shifting when he breathed, made me lightheaded, who had never suffered a man to touch my flesh in passion. . . .

“Penthesilea, I myself will go to war at Ilion when we’ve dealt with these Scythians plaguing us. You might get there before us, since the Scythians are many and time is fleeting, and be dead before I arrive. So how sounds this? You pledge me your troth to fight at Ilion for the Trojans, and I will have fulfilled my purpose here, dragon or no. Bring some friends: a dozen Amazons are worth a hundred men in any battle.”

“And?” I said in a voice not nearly strong enough, consumed with the way his body called to mine.

“And, since you’re so hot to die, give me your heart tonight. Why not, if tomorrow you’ll give Thoas your life to spend in a battle with his personal dragon?”



Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and has since published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. She has contributed short fiction to the shared universe fantasy series Thieves World, in which she created the Sacred Band of Stepsons, a mythical unit of ancient fighters modeled on the Sacred Band of Thebes. She created, orchestrated, and edited the Bangsian fantasy series Heroes in Hell, writing stories for the series as well as co-writing the related novel, The Little Helliad, with Chris Morris. She wrote the bestselling Silistra Quartet in the 1970s, including High Couch of Silistra, The Golden Sword, Wind from the Abyss, and The Carnelian Throne. This quartet had more than four million copies in Bantam print alone, and was translated into German, French, Italian, Russian and other languages. In the 1980s, Baen Books released a second edition of this landmark series. The third edition is the Author's Cut edition, newly revised by the author for Perseid Press. Most of her fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.

Janet says: 'People often ask what book to read first. I recommend "I, the Sun" if you like ancient history; "The Sacred Band," a novel, if you like heroic fantasy; "Lawyers in Hell" if you like historical fantasy set in hell; "Outpassage" if you like hard science fiction; "High Couch of Silistra" if you like far-future dystopian or philosophical novels. I am most enthusiastic about the definitive Perseid Press Author's Cut editions, which I revised and expanded.'


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Blitz & Giveaway: Golden Cord of Light by Heidi Skarie

 


Golden Cord of Light
by Heidi Skarie
(Star Rider, #6)
Publication date: June 17th 2023
Genres: Adult, Science Fiction


When darkness descends can a few courageous heroes save their planet?

Princess Morisa’s world is turned upside down. She planned to be a priestess living at a monastery for the rest of her life. But now she’s being sent to a foreign country and is expected to use her special powers to entice the prince to marry her. How can she seduce him when it goes against everything she’s been taught?

Prince Everette is embroiled in the world of politics and rebellion. With his father leaving for war and his mother ill, he’s the regent ruler and head of the military. As if that isn’t enough, he’s expected to be polite to the feisty Princess Morisa, who is staying at the palace for the summer.

Everette and Morisa’s stormy relationship intensifies as the warring world around them erupts. Can they put aside their differences long enough to keep the most dangerous sorcerer in the galaxy from destroying their planet? Or will the galaxy plunge into darkness?

Golden Cord of Light is the thrilling sixth book in the Star Rider Universe. If you like bigger-than-life heroes and heroines, evil sorcerers, space battles, romance, and mysticism, you’ll love Heidi Skarie’s exciting novel.

Buy Golden Cord of Light for an amazing adventure full of passion and excitement set among the stars.


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1 Dogfight
City of Silver Light, Jaipar, planet Borko

A beeping noise caused Baymond to glance down at the instrument panel of his starfighter. Everette’s Tornado was bearing in on his tail, trying to lock on a missile. He grinned and
soared upward, curving away from the Tornado before Everette was successful. The g-force
pushed him into his seat and he tensed as his anti-gravity flight suit squeezed his legs to prevent
a black-out.
“Candle, want to test the Liberator in a dogfight?” Everette said over the radio.
“You’re on, Hunter,” Baymond said into his helmet mike. He shot by Everette’s starfighter,
then looped around and headed back. The Tornado was now too far away to see and he relied on
his air combat instrumentation to locate it. On the screen, he spotted it over the ocean and flew in
that direction.
Approaching rapidly, he tried to get a lock on the Tornado as his helmet sensors pressed
against precise points on his head so he could control the weapons by thought. The Tornado shot
off so fast, he couldn’t target it. Baymond soared after it, pleased with how quickly the Liberator
could accelerate and how it handled at high speeds. The dot on his screen showed that Everette
had reduced his speed and was returning to engage.
The mock dogfight continued as the two starfighters tore back and forth across the sky.
Baymond finally succeeded in locking onto Everette’s Tornado. Across the display came
MOCK KILL. “Got ya!” he yelled.
“I’m dying!” Everette flew the Tornado into a nosedive. He pulled up at the last minute,
climbing back into the air. “I’ve been reborn.”
Baymond chuckled. “Only to die again.” A flashing red light caught his attention. He
glanced at his display. The words ENGINE OVERHEATING appeared. His laughter faded.
“Hunter, I’m having trouble with my engines.” Baymond switched them off. “I’m going to let
them cool off.”
“You’re dropping too fast!” Everette yelled. His ship was directly above Baymond’s. The
ocean loomed up quickly in the viewport. Baymond switched on two of the four engines. He
skimmed the surface of the ocean and rose into the sky.
The words ENGINE OVERHEATING appeared on the screen again.
Another voice crackled in Baymond’s ear. “Ground control to Candle. Gain altitude and
eject.”
“I’m going to try to bring her in.”
“Negative. Eject Immediately. The engines could catch on fire and she could explode.”
Ignoring orders, Baymond switched on the other two engines and switched off the two that
were overheating. His heart raced as he soared toward the airstrip. Warning lights flashed. The
two remaining engines were dangerously hot.
I can’t die! I can’t do that to Fawn, he thought.
He turned off all the engines, dropped the landing gear, and glided in for a landing. The
Liberator hit the concrete and rolled forward. One of the engines burst into flames. Baymond
pulled a lever and discharged a fire extinguisher agent on the engine, then threw open the canopy
top and leaped out. Adrenaline pumped through him as he sprinted away from the ship.

The wail of sirens pierced the air as two fire trucks sped over to the Liberator.


Heidi Skarie's life as a writer began when she had a dramatic dream about a futuristic world at war. The vivid dream was like watching an action/adventure movie. Excited about the dream, she recorded it upon awakening. That night the dream continued where it left off. After six nights, Heidi had a hundred-page journal recording the series of dreams. This awakened her interest in writing, which continues to be one of her greatest passions today. 



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Thursday, July 13, 2023

Tour & Giveaway: Heartless by Grace Goodwin

Heartless
Grace Goodwin
Publication date: June 27th 2023
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction

Warrior. Doctor. Spy. I am Commander Helion, a heartless terror, relentless and unforgiving. Merciless.

My destiny is not to claim a female, to have a family, to be rendered helpless by love.

Despite this, I am matched. A beautiful human female is now mine. Despite my warnings, she is determined to leave her mark on me, body and soul.

Honor demands I resist. I tell her the truth. I will not place a mating collar around her neck. I cannot protect her—especially from me—my choices—the horrors I face every day.

Just one moment of weakness and she gets under my skin, makes me want things I cannot have. She is everything I am not—and the most dangerous creature I have ever faced.

Claiming her—keeping her—is not possible with my pivotal role in this never-ending war. There is no place in my duties for desire. For need. Too many innocents count on me for protection. Too many lives are at stake, including hers.

The enemy is always ready and waiting, but I never expected her to be among them.

For the first time in my hardened life, I question my sanity. My dark soul. I begin to understand exactly what my enemies have stolen from me—and realize there is no limit to what a heartless warrior will sacrifice for love.

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EXCERPT:

Oh, heck yes. I was ready for lots of mind-blowing private time with two hot mates. Sooooo, ready. My body had been willing for a while. My mind had taken its sweet time catching up.

Now every part of me was fully on board. Heart. Mind. Body. Two mates? So very, very naughty. I squirmed, just a bit. I couldn’t keep the restless need from escaping. I hadn’t been touched by a man in so long. I tried to recall the last time—before the—before that. I couldn’t remember clearly, but I was pretty sure it had been years.

“The transport window is closing, my lady. If we wait much longer, I will need to delay your departure.” The Prillon warrior in control of the transport pad interrupted our long goodbye.

“Of course. So sorry.” I gave Makayla one final, super-tight hug, and walked up the few stairs to join my soon-to-be transported suitcase so we could be flung across the galaxy.

The officer nodded, his large hands moving competently over the controls.

Would my mates touch me with that level of intense concentration?

Were their hands that big? That skilled?

What was wrong with me? I was thinking like a horny teenager.

“Are you ready, my lady?” The transport officer had kind eyes. He knew where I was going. And why. I nodded. The hum of the transport pad rose up from the floor like an electricity bath. The extra energy building up for my jump through space made me squirm like a shelter puppy about to be released from its cage. Finally free.

Oh, yes. I was ready to meet my new mate.

Commander Zarren Helion.

Even his name sounded formidable.

I just knew he was going to be one hundred percent perfect.

***

Commander Zarren Helion, Intelligence Core, Black Fleet, Sector 438

The Prillon warrior sitting before me bled from multiple wounds, none fatal, each strategically placed to inflict maximum pain. Lieutenant Oberan Arcas of Prillon Prime.

I have to break him.


Author Bio:

Grace Goodwin is a USA Today and international bestselling author of Sci-Fi and Paranormal romance with nearly one million books sold. Grace's titles are available worldwide in multiple languages in ebook, print and audio formats. Two best friends, one left-brained, the other right-brained, make up the award-winning writing duo that is Grace Goodwin. They are both mothers, escape room enthusiasts, avid readers and intrepid defenders of their preferred beverages. (There may or may not be an ongoing tea vs. coffee war occurring during their daily communications.) Grace loves to hear from readers.

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Thursday, July 6, 2023

New Release: Resetting Destiny by Liv Macy

 

Resetting Destiny by Liv Macy is out now! Check out the gorgeous new paranormal romance and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Resetting Destiny

Author: Liv Macy

Genre: Paranormal Romance

About Resetting Destiny:

Delaney is content--if not happy--living a half life, until someone tries to assassinate her. When Delaney is rescued by a handsome stranger, Drew seems to be her savior—until she wakes up in his house where he has her daughter and knows far too much about her. The strange sensations she experiences when he’s near might be a warning…maybe he’s the real danger. Fear and anger mix with passion and soon Delaney’s not sure what’s real. Drew doesn’t know how to tell Delaney that she’s his soulmate. He can’t just dump their past on her and expect her to believe him. Not when she doesn’t remember anything about him or the things she’s capable of—but they’re running out of time. Hunters are after her and damned if he’s going to sit idly by and let them capture her. Delaney and Drew work together to help her regain her memories and her ability to control destiny. When sparks fly between them love might conquer all--or it might cause her to end the world.

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Catching Up with the Series:

Becoming Justice

About the Author:

 
  Enter the world of Liv Macy, a woman who wears many hats: mother, chef, taxi driver, maid, referee, teacher, shopper, wife, and advice giver. But beneath her ordinary exterior lies a secret—a passion for writing that transports her to a world of mystery and magic. With Becoming Justice, the first installment in her thrilling new series, The Infinites Universe, Liv introduces us to a cast of characters that refused to stay confined to the depths of her mind. Each moment of free time is spent conjuring up tales of emotional trauma and soulmates, of a hidden magic, that will keep you on the edge of your seat. But Liv’s, love affair with stories didn't start with her first book. It's been a lifetime obsession, fueled by her insatiable appetite for reading and writing. When she's not juggling her various roles, she's whipping up delicious meals in the kitchen or enjoying the company of her family and friends. And if there's any time left after that, Liv can be found curled up with a steaming cup of coffee and a cozy blanket, lost in thought as she contemplates the mysteries of life.   

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Wednesday, June 28, 2023

New Release & GIVEAWAY: The Savior by Christopher Flory

I am so excited that THE SAVIOR by Christopher Flory is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.

 

About The Book:

Title: THE SAVIOR

Author: Christopher Flory

Pub. Date: June 27, 2023

Publisher: Torchflame Books

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 260

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"Sure to engross fans of Connelly, Patterson, and Coben." - Dave Edlund, USA Today best-selling author of the Peter Savage novels

Paul Dodge is ready to return to his normal job as a Parole Agent in Virginia after a much-needed-and not very restful-personal hiatus. When a local street woman is found dead, he's assigned to work the case despite his personal objections.

Working outside his normal expertise under a boss he isn't sure he can trust, and with a new team, Dodge tries to make the best of the bad situation. The sooner the case is closed, the sooner he can get back to his parole work rather than poking his nose into the life of a serial killer.

With the killer growing in confidence and an old flame back in town, Dodge's personal and professional lives get tested and tangled. When accusations fly and tensions rise, time is running out for Dodge to find justice for the victims and stop a psychopath before the body count rises again.

The Savior is the third book in the Paul Dodge series, however, each book in this thrilling detective series can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone as well as in publication order.

 

Excerpt:

An Excerpt from The Savior:

Sarah’s eyes looked down at the table. The corners of her lips turned down; frown wrinkles exposed. He couldn’t blame her for the indignation in her tone. The man was a first-class mope. Not too many, if anyone, would lose sleep over his demise. But that didn’t matter. It was the task force’s job, therefore Dodge’s job, to find out what happened and bring justice to the victims, no matter how despicable the dead may have been in life.

“May I have some water, please?” she asked.

Dodge nodded and stepped out into the hall, leaving the door wide open, and filled a paper cup from a water cooler parked outside in the hall. He handed Sarah the cup and she took a long drink. Then another. The disgust eased its grip on her face. The frown lines diminished. She was becoming more comfortable with him.

“Let’s continue from when you entered the office. What did you see? Was the door open?”

“At first, I couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t open, just cracked a little. Just enough to show where it was in the wall. I tried to peek through the slit but couldn’t see anything. So, I pulled a little more. Real slow. I didn’t want to wake him if he was sleeping in there.”

“Once you were able to see in, what is the first thing you noticed?” Dodge asked.

“There was a smell in the air. It was heavy. You could taste it when you breathed in,” she said. “Have you ever put a penny in your mouth?”

“No,” Dodge answered.

“When I was younger, some of the girls I used to hang out with said you could beat a breathalyzer test if you put a penny in your mouth right before blowing in the tube. So, I tried it once,” Sarah said.

“Did it work?”

“No.”

Dodge paused for a second before continuing. Not wanting to get off subject, but also trying to keep her talking. “Did you get a ticket?”

The young girl’s head dropped, and her eyes settled on the table in front of her. She rung her hands.

“No. He wasn’t interested in giving me a ticket.”

As an experienced law enforcement officer, Dodge knew well that sometimes officers take advantage of young women in trouble. Renquest worked a case once where the suspect turned out to be a sheriff’s deputy from a neighboring county. He had been forcing young girls to sleep with him instead of giving them tickets for minor traffic violations and misdemeanor drug possession. Sexual misconduct among officers was something he had no patience for. But that was for another day.

“You were talking about the smell in the air?”

“Yeah. It was like having that penny in my mouth again.”

Dodge pressed on. Diverting the conversation back to the case.

“What did you see next?”

“Him lying on the floor. His eyes stared at me. Through me. Then I saw her. It looked like she was sleeping. But her eyes. Her eyes were almost purple. It was haunting. That’s how I knew she was dead.” 

 

About Christopher Flory:

Christopher (Chris) Flory was raised in Indiana and now lives in Northern Virginia with his wife and dog Shadow. He spent ten years with various correctional departments as a probation and parole officer, specializing in the supervision of sexually based offenders and criminal street gang members. He is currently employed as a contractor for the federal government as an intelligence analyst. Trust Misplaced: A Paul Dodge Novel is Chris' first published novel, though he has been featured in academic journals and professional conference papers while attending undergraduate (BA Indiana-Purdue University Fort Wayne 00') and graduate school (MA Purdue University 15'). He is currently working on the second book in the Paul Dodge series and has ideas for several more installments. Chris enjoys spending time with his family, baking and outdoor activities.

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