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Just wanted to pop in to introduce myself and my brand new dark comic suspense novel, 'THE EXIT MAN'.
Here's the back-cover blurb:
Suicide should come with a warning label: “Do not try this alone.”
If you truly need out and want the job done right, you should consider using an outside expert.
Like Eli.
Eli Edelmann never intended on making a living through mercy killing. After reluctantly taking over his family’s party supply store following his father’s death, he is approached by a terminally ill family friend who’s had enough. The friend, a retired policeman, has an intricate plan involving something Eli has ready access to – helium. Eli is initially shocked and repulsed by the proposal, but soon begins to soften his stance and, after much deliberation, eventually agrees to lend a hand.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing. How could Eli have known euthanasia was his true calling? And how long can he keep his daring underground "exit" operation going before the police or his volatile new girlfriend get wise?
(end of blurb)
If you'd like to know more about the book (e.g., read excerpts, see testimonials), check out the following page of my website:
http://www.greglevin.com/novels.html
I'd be happy to answer any questions you have about the 'THE EXIT MAN', including what the h*ll I was thinking when I decided to write it. ;)
Best,
Greg Levin
Just wanted to pop in to introduce myself and my brand new dark comic suspense novel, 'THE EXIT MAN'.
Here's the back-cover blurb:
Suicide should come with a wa..."
Okay - that definitely sounds like something I'd like to read this summer. Thanks!
Enjoy your holiday weekend!
The Amsterdam Assassin Series revolves around freelance assassin and corporate troubleshooter Katla Sieltjes. Under the name Loki Enterprises, Katla specialises in disguising homicide and providing permanent solutions for both individuals and corporations.
The Novels
The first novel in the Amsterdam Assassin Series, Reprobate: A Katla Novel, marks the first time Katla breaks one of her own rules, and how this affects both her personal and business life.
The second novel, Peccadillo: A Katla Novel, shows what happens when you attempt a hostile takeover of an assassin's legitimate business cover.
The third novel, Rogue: A Katla novelRogue, has Katla taking a contract she shouldn't have taken, which brings her to the attention of international intelligence communities.
A fourth novel, working title Ghosting, is in development and slated for release in 2014.
While the novels are stand-alone and can be read out of order, reading them in chronological order might be more enjoyable.
The KillFiles
Between the publications of the novels, the Amsterdam Assassin Series will also feature stand-alone short stories, the Katla KillFiles. The Katla KillFiles chronologically precede the novels in the Amsterdam Assassin Series. Each KillFile features Katla executing one of her contracts before the events in Reprobate, and, while not mandatory reading, each KillFile provides insight both in Katla’s work methods and skill, and additional background information in her character and personal history. The KillFiles can be read out of order, as the contracts are random samples from her past.
I'd like to introduce my novel, LAST STRAW, http://amzn.to/1qX6L1N, to the group.
If you have ever been cheated by your wife, your lover, or your financial guru, you will enjoy this vicarious thrill ride. A heretofore good and very capable man has been screwed by others once too often, and finally snaps! Set in the picturesque and eclectic university town of Berkeley, California, the story chronicles his quest for vengeance, stalking and punishing his victims one by one, in very ugly and creative ways, but leaving no usable evidence behind.
The two detectives assigned to capture him have few leads, and their job is made even more difficult by the pressures of their own developing love affair, complicated by a strange attraction one has for their quarry.
The reader is torn between wanting justice in the modern, civilized sense, or wanting the justice dispensed by this classic antihero, as he could just as easily be me, or you.
If any of you would be willing to review this book here on Goodreads, I would be happy, for the month of July, 2014, to supply a free PDF version via email.
All the best,
David Rheem Jarrett
I'm writing Victorian thrillers (and I stole Sherlock Holmes. The first three books in this series are about the beginnings of espionage and biological warfare. This is the synopsis:
Europe, late 19th century. Antibiotics have yet to be invented, and germs take a death toll that lets the number of murders appear negligible. But when a cholera victim is found floating in one of London’s drinking water supplies, Dr Anton Kronberg — England’s best bacteriologist — is called upon to investigate. He crosses paths with Sherlock Holmes. The detective immediately discovers Kronberg’s secret — a woman masquerading as a man in order to practice medicine — a criminal deed that could land her in prison for years to come. The two highly analytical minds provoke and annoy each other at once. Eventually, they must team up to unravel a spiderweb of murder, espionage, and bioterrorism that spreads across continents.
Warning: Contains foul language, non-explicit sex-scenes, explicit dissection scenes, violence, and considerable female power.
If you like to know more, you can find my work here:
http://www.anneliewendeberg.com
Depends who you ask. Personally, I haven't read the Stieg Larsson novels (yet), but Roberta Pearce reviewed Reprobate and this the first paragraph of her review:
This novel caught my attention as its blurb made me think of Larsson’s Salander, and as I miss Lisbeth, I was looking for her fill-in. Is Katla Lisbeth? No. Is she an intelligent, resourceful, rather sociopathic misfit? Uh huh. Loved her.
Follow the link for the full review: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
My name is Jon Kurtz, and I write "Pragmatic Police Novels." My intent is to provide suspenseful crime fiction that portrays criminals and cops in a realistic manner. I base much of my work on general persons and situations encountered during a 27 year career in law enforcement.
Book #1, A Choice of Darkness, examines two sides of a complicated homicide investigation. An unnamed serial killer stalks his prey in the hopes of answering questions formed in a mind damaged by nature and a traumatic childhood. A diverse group of investigators struggles to decipher his actions and the clues left behind, while hampered by the physical and psychological scars from years of battling criminals, comforting victims, and living life. Two trains running on parallel tracks, they eventually meet to provide the reader with insight into the grave effects of choices.
Book #2, Right to Bear Arms, is slated for release in December 2014. As the title implies, the book is a work of fiction that examines the lives and deaths of those involved in the emotional debate regarding the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.
For more information on the author or projects, please navigate to: www.jondkurtz.com.
Excerpts may be found at: https://www.goodreads.com/story/list/... and https://www.smashwords.com/books/view....
My best regards,
Jon D. Kurtz
The stories revolve around the fictional character James Maguire, who in Perfect Pawn is an NYPD detective who was medically retired after being shot in the line of duty. Perfect Pawn is about his attempts to investigate the disappearance of his former HS love, after she goes missing from a one car accident on a rural road in upstate New York. Something her husband, the county sheriff, has no interest in pursuing.
This book, and it's sequel, have both been well received and I am in the process of finishing the 3rd book in the series.
If you like Tom Clancy, James Patterson or Robert Parker, then I believe you'll be interested in this character. As a retired NYPD sergeant, I try to immerse the reader in as realistic a world as I can.
If you are intrigued, you can read the first two and a half chapters of Perfect Pawn for free at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G5U6JH2
You can also visit my Goodreads author page where you can interact with me through the Q&A's forum I have set-up there.
Perfect Pawn
I have just had a most extraordinary experience, and I must tell someone about it.
I had a phone call from a girl, Cali Smith, she called herself. She wanted a copy of my new book, Counterpoint. She lived some distance from me, but she said she wanted it straight away. She said she lived alone and I could crash at hers, if I came straight away.
I was not going to disappoint this girl, her sweet pleading voice reached deep into my heart. I know what it is like to be alone and desperate for the carnal pleasures of a good thriller.
My voice sounded reluctant over the phone, I agreed to come, but I did not want to appear, easy. I did not know this girl, or what I was about to get into.
I left my mansion, just after 9pm, grateful for the warmth of my lined, navy blue, Burberry raincoat and homburg hat, as the torrential rain and storm force wind lashed and pushed me to my silver Jaguar XJR, gleaming in the beam of security lights. As the weightless door swung open, I quickly fell inside, greeted by the sumptuous smell of newness and leather. The dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree and I waited a moment for the system to stabilise. The car gave a brief, almost imperceptible shudder as it started, the tachometer was the only clue that the engine was running. I set off to keep my mysterious appointment.
I hope this girl is worth it!
A million thoughts ran through my mind, as I raced through the sleeping villages and desolate country lanes, in a vicious hiss of swirling spray. This was a bizarre situation; all this way, all this trouble for a book. I knew nothing about the girl, apart from the fact she claimed to live alone. She sounded cute and very quick witted over the phone, still, you cannot judge a person by voice and wit alone. There are millions of new books out there, why choose Counterpoint, why did she want me to deliver it in person? I was starting to worry now! She could be a stalker, this being her ploy to lure me into her clutches. She might have researched my bio’s on book web sites. Perhaps she thought of me as Max Fortune, the ingenious and likeable hero in my three books. Perhaps she saw herself as Carla Day, the stunningly attractive, kick ass bitch, his partner and lover. Hell, if she acts like Carla…
Cali’s small cottage was now in view. Through the swish, swish of the windscreen wipers I could see it, set back from the road, a narrow gravel drive down one side. It was a chocolate box picture, cottage. Red brick walls, slate roof, plants around porch and windows, probably English Roses and climbers. The hall, lounge and an upstairs room had lights on. The heavy curtains were drawn, so I could not see anyone inside. I decided to pull in on the verge outside and sneak in to see what was waiting for me. Max would do just that, he would not risk Cali hearing the crunch of the gravel as the car entered the drive. He would check things out before committing. As Carla always said, “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.” That was good advice!
The rain decided to come down in sheets, blown by the strong gusts. It even threatened to tear my hat off, if that happened, it would be lost in the inky black night. I held it down and crept across the squelching lawn in my black, polished leather shoes made by Jones.
As Max or Carla would do, I looked for security detectors and possibly CCTV. They would also use their phone camera to check for infrared beams, but I was not that paranoid. There was just the usual security light over the porch. I approached the porch along the front wall, effectively behind the PIR detector. I slipped a piece of paper from my pocket over the detector and let it stick on with the wet. I had disarmed the PIR detector, so I could walk freely about, outside.
There was no one in the hall, but I could hear soft, romantic music, faintly playing. Lonely people prefer music, to the television, for company, if they are roaming around the house.
I tried the downstairs window. The bushes prevented me getting too close, but I could see just the back of a girl in her mid-twenties, moving around. Mid-twenties, Carla is that age! I waited, Cali did not turn and face me, but there was no one with her.
I decided it was safe to meet her.
I removed the paper from the PIR, and went back to the car. I parked in the drive and walked along the path to the porch. The security lights came on as I approached.
Cali was obviously alert; she lit the hall and opened the door, as I got to it.
Wow! She was stunning! A 5 foot 5 inch tall, slim blond, dressed in a soft looking, cuddly pink dressing gown. Her hair was up in a ponytail that swished and flicked provocatively as she moved her head. Her face was intense and expressive as she went through the emotions of surprise at seeing me, joy that I had arrived at last, and expectation of what was to come. I could see in her laser blue eyes that she had examined me, analysed me and approved of me, all in a millisecond. The eyes had missed nothing.
With a noticeable softening of her face, in acceptance of me, the warmth of her smile made me feel weak inside. I could not stop thinking about the flow of emotions she was emitting. I was so absorbed that I stood there like a dumbstruck teenager. That did not escape her, either.
Hi John, she said in a gentle, slightly husky voice, thank you so much for coming over. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hall. Oh! You’re soaked, you poor thing. Let me get these wet things off you. She shut the door and proceeded to remove my hat and raincoat. I remained standing on the coconut door mat, not wanting to drip over her highly polished wood strip flooring. This was the real thing; she was not a veneered ply kind of girl!
A synapse fired in my brain, as I struggled to break out of the spell she had placed on me. My heart rate was about 160 and my nostrils were flaring as I was starting to pant, through shortage of breath
“Hello Cali, I am delighted to meet you, so nice to put a face to the voice, don’t you think.” I blurted like a star struck idiot, there must be a better line than that, I’m a writer, for goodness sake!
She draped my soaked coat over her arm, I could see the diamond sparkle of water droplets all over her dressing gown.
“I am so sorry, I think I have made you rather wet!” I remarked.
“That makes two of us, then, but don’t worry, I am a big girl.” It was more the way she said it, than what she said. Her warm huskiness and disarming smile would have been enough, but her eyes had a twinkle that suggested more, so much more.
“Do come into the lounge, sit by the log fire and get comfortable, I have made hot chocolate, would you like that or perhaps something alcoholic, to stimulate you?”
“No, hot chocolate will be just fine, I am already stimulated.” Damn! Did I really say that? I thought.
She smiled to herself and left to get the drink.
I pulled the plastic wrapper off the new book, Counterpoint, that I had brought her and threw the wrapping on the fire. I idly looked over the cover, checking for the billionth time for any errors, or improvements that I might make for the next novel. It came to rest on my lap.
A few moments later, she brought me the drink and placed it on a side table next to the cosy chintz sofa.
Her eyes switched to my lap and opened wide with delight. A child with the toy of her dreams, sprang to mind.
There was no stopping her now, she grabbed it and gasped with joy.
“It is so red and hard and smooth. It’s so much bigger than I expected, so thick!” She muttered to herself as she ran her sensual fingers along its length and over its surface.
“I have longed for this,” she continued to murmur.
“Please forgive me; I have waited for it for so long, I just cannot hold back any longer, I want to start now!”
She snuggled up beside me and reverently examined it. As her anticipation built up and overwhelmed her, she laid back in the traditional position.
I was amazed at the concentration on her beautiful face. As the action unfolded, she became more animated and excited, she squirmed involuntarily with pleasure, and her facial expression told it all. Occasionally, she gasped, sometimes she cried out, she was in a world of her own.
“Oh! John, I can’t get enough of this, I never want it to stop.”
This was going to be taken slowly, savoured to the last. It was going to be an all-nighter!
I was wrong, she had an insatiable appetite. I could not believe her stamina. After two hours without a break, she rolled over on her stomach and with her back arched and tense, continued. I was wrong, because she continued all night and till mid-day the next day.
“What an ending,” she gasped, “now I want more. No one has given me so much pleasure for so long, I just cannot wait for the next time.”
I smiled, we were exhausted, we fell into a deep sleep, in each other’s arms.
So, dear reader, this bit of fun was rattled out for your amusement. If you desire the sort of pleasure Cali has just experienced, just go for it, read Counterpoint, it is free if you contact me direct, or on Smashwords at the moment,(what have you got to lose?) or for sale on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Counterpoint-Ma...
I had a phone call from a girl, Cali Smith, she called herself. She wanted a copy of my new book, Counterpoint. She lived some distance from me, but she said she wanted it straight away. She said she lived alone and I could crash at hers, if I came straight away.
I was not going to disappoint this girl, her sweet pleading voice reached deep into my heart. I know what it is like to be alone and desperate for the carnal pleasures of a good thriller.
My voice sounded reluctant over the phone, I agreed to come, but I did not want to appear, easy. I did not know this girl, or what I was about to get into.
I left my mansion, just after 9pm, grateful for the warmth of my lined, navy blue, Burberry raincoat and homburg hat, as the torrential rain and storm force wind lashed and pushed me to my silver Jaguar XJR, gleaming in the beam of security lights. As the weightless door swung open, I quickly fell inside, greeted by the sumptuous smell of newness and leather. The dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree and I waited a moment for the system to stabilise. The car gave a brief, almost imperceptible shudder as it started, the tachometer was the only clue that the engine was running. I set off to keep my mysterious appointment.
I hope this girl is worth it!
A million thoughts ran through my mind, as I raced through the sleeping villages and desolate country lanes, in a vicious hiss of swirling spray. This was a bizarre situation; all this way, all this trouble for a book. I knew nothing about the girl, apart from the fact she claimed to live alone. She sounded cute and very quick witted over the phone, still, you cannot judge a person by voice and wit alone. There are millions of new books out there, why choose Counterpoint, why did she want me to deliver it in person? I was starting to worry now! She could be a stalker, this being her ploy to lure me into her clutches. She might have researched my bio’s on book web sites. Perhaps she thought of me as Max Fortune, the ingenious and likeable hero in my three books. Perhaps she saw herself as Carla Day, the stunningly attractive, kick ass bitch, his partner and lover. Hell, if she acts like Carla…
Cali’s small cottage was now in view. Through the swish, swish of the windscreen wipers I could see it, set back from the road, a narrow gravel drive down one side. It was a chocolate box picture, cottage. Red brick walls, slate roof, plants around porch and windows, probably English Roses and climbers. The hall, lounge and an upstairs room had lights on. The heavy curtains were drawn, so I could not see anyone inside. I decided to pull in on the verge outside and sneak in to see what was waiting for me. Max would do just that, he would not risk Cali hearing the crunch of the gravel as the car entered the drive. He would check things out before committing. As Carla always said, “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.” That was good advice!
The rain decided to come down in sheets, blown by the strong gusts. It even threatened to tear my hat off, if that happened, it would be lost in the inky black night. I held it down and crept across the squelching lawn in my black, polished leather shoes made by Jones.
As Max or Carla would do, I looked for security detectors and possibly CCTV. They would also use their phone camera to check for infrared beams, but I was not that paranoid. There was just the usual security light over the porch. I approached the porch along the front wall, effectively behind the PIR detector. I slipped a piece of paper from my pocket over the detector and let it stick on with the wet. I had disarmed the PIR detector, so I could walk freely about, outside.
There was no one in the hall, but I could hear soft, romantic music, faintly playing. Lonely people prefer music, to the television, for company, if they are roaming around the house.
I tried the downstairs window. The bushes prevented me getting too close, but I could see just the back of a girl in her mid-twenties, moving around. Mid-twenties, Carla is that age! I waited, Cali did not turn and face me, but there was no one with her.
I decided it was safe to meet her.
I removed the paper from the PIR, and went back to the car. I parked in the drive and walked along the path to the porch. The security lights came on as I approached.
Cali was obviously alert; she lit the hall and opened the door, as I got to it.
Wow! She was stunning! A 5 foot 5 inch tall, slim blond, dressed in a soft looking, cuddly pink dressing gown. Her hair was up in a ponytail that swished and flicked provocatively as she moved her head. Her face was intense and expressive as she went through the emotions of surprise at seeing me, joy that I had arrived at last, and expectation of what was to come. I could see in her laser blue eyes that she had examined me, analysed me and approved of me, all in a millisecond. The eyes had missed nothing.
With a noticeable softening of her face, in acceptance of me, the warmth of her smile made me feel weak inside. I could not stop thinking about the flow of emotions she was emitting. I was so absorbed that I stood there like a dumbstruck teenager. That did not escape her, either.
Hi John, she said in a gentle, slightly husky voice, thank you so much for coming over. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hall. Oh! You’re soaked, you poor thing. Let me get these wet things off you. She shut the door and proceeded to remove my hat and raincoat. I remained standing on the coconut door mat, not wanting to drip over her highly polished wood strip flooring. This was the real thing; she was not a veneered ply kind of girl!
A synapse fired in my brain, as I struggled to break out of the spell she had placed on me. My heart rate was about 160 and my nostrils were flaring as I was starting to pant, through shortage of breath
“Hello Cali, I am delighted to meet you, so nice to put a face to the voice, don’t you think.” I blurted like a star struck idiot, there must be a better line than that, I’m a writer, for goodness sake!
She draped my soaked coat over her arm, I could see the diamond sparkle of water droplets all over her dressing gown.
“I am so sorry, I think I have made you rather wet!” I remarked.
“That makes two of us, then, but don’t worry, I am a big girl.” It was more the way she said it, than what she said. Her warm huskiness and disarming smile would have been enough, but her eyes had a twinkle that suggested more, so much more.
“Do come into the lounge, sit by the log fire and get comfortable, I have made hot chocolate, would you like that or perhaps something alcoholic, to stimulate you?”
“No, hot chocolate will be just fine, I am already stimulated.” Damn! Did I really say that? I thought.
She smiled to herself and left to get the drink.
I pulled the plastic wrapper off the new book, Counterpoint, that I had brought her and threw the wrapping on the fire. I idly looked over the cover, checking for the billionth time for any errors, or improvements that I might make for the next novel. It came to rest on my lap.
A few moments later, she brought me the drink and placed it on a side table next to the cosy chintz sofa.
Her eyes switched to my lap and opened wide with delight. A child with the toy of her dreams, sprang to mind.
There was no stopping her now, she grabbed it and gasped with joy.
“It is so red and hard and smooth. It’s so much bigger than I expected, so thick!” She muttered to herself as she ran her sensual fingers along its length and over its surface.
“I have longed for this,” she continued to murmur.
“Please forgive me; I have waited for it for so long, I just cannot hold back any longer, I want to start now!”
She snuggled up beside me and reverently examined it. As her anticipation built up and overwhelmed her, she laid back in the traditional position.
I was amazed at the concentration on her beautiful face. As the action unfolded, she became more animated and excited, she squirmed involuntarily with pleasure, and her facial expression told it all. Occasionally, she gasped, sometimes she cried out, she was in a world of her own.
“Oh! John, I can’t get enough of this, I never want it to stop.”
This was going to be taken slowly, savoured to the last. It was going to be an all-nighter!
I was wrong, she had an insatiable appetite. I could not believe her stamina. After two hours without a break, she rolled over on her stomach and with her back arched and tense, continued. I was wrong, because she continued all night and till mid-day the next day.
“What an ending,” she gasped, “now I want more. No one has given me so much pleasure for so long, I just cannot wait for the next time.”
I smiled, we were exhausted, we fell into a deep sleep, in each other’s arms.
So, dear reader, this bit of fun was rattled out for your amusement. If you desire the sort of pleasure Cali has just experienced, just go for it, read Counterpoint, it is free if you contact me direct, or on Smashwords at the moment,(what have you got to lose?) or for sale on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Counterpoint-Ma...
My name is Linsey Lanier and I write romantic suspense and mystery novels.
I'd like to tell you about the latest release in the new Miranda and Parker series, a continuation of the 5-book Miranda's Rights series.
Heart Wounds (A Miranda and Parker Mystery) #2
Fulfilling your destiny…one killer at a time.
Miranda Steele probes the British upper class in the second Miranda and Parker mystery.
In the London Museum of Antiquity a heart-breaking event occurs. Someone steals the priceless, newly acquired Egyptian dagger used by Marc Antony to kill himself over Cleopatra. Beside himself, the museum director calls in Parker and Miranda to investigate.
Miranda realizes someone could kill for a relic valued at over five million pounds. And that the first victim might be—her. The threat sets Parker’s nerves on edge and he doesn’t hesitate to show it. And Miranda doesn’t hesitate to flare up.
Can the detectives work out their issues before the theft escalates to murder?
If you'd like to read the first chapter, feel free to click Look Inside on Amazon at this link:
href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KTV0A8W&q... Wounds (A Miranda and Parker Mystery 2)
Thanks so much,
Linsey
www.linseylanier.com
THE MIRANDA’S RIGHTS MYSTERY SERIES
Someone Else’s Daughter – Book I
Delicious Torment – Book II
Forever Mine – Book III
Fire Dancer – Book IV
Thin Ice – Book V
THE MIRANDA AND PARKER MYSTERY SERIES
All Eyes on Me
Heart Wounds
I wanted to let everyone know that we'll be doing a free promotional giveaway of my new suspense/crime thriller, The Upshot, July 15 and 16. You can download the free Kindle version at http://www.amazon.com/Upshot-Brad-Spe....
We ask that you download, read, and post a review to both Amazon.com and Goodreads as soon as possible.
Thanks, and we look forward to all reviews.
Brad Spencer
http://www.BradSpencer.net
I’m a writer who has recently published his first book, a thriller, Dance with the Enemy
I’ve joined the forums here to better connect with readers and reviewers as I’m really keen to hear feedback on my work and just engage in general chit chat about the most exciting genre there is!
I’m a long-time reader/fan of Child, Baldacci, Connelly, Deaver, Patterson, Leather et al and quite frankly they should be quivering in their boots with the new kid on the block hot on their heels (I mean me!!)
If you like proper thrillers with plenty of action, suspense and just a (tiny) bit of romance, I think my work will be up your street. And, most importantly, please let me know what you think.
My website is www.robsinclairauthor.com, I’m also regularly on twitter (far too much really!) if you want to follow my incessant ramblings there.
I'm a husband and father of two young boys (how do I find time to read and write you wonder?!) currently living in West Midlands (Sutton Coldfield).
Dance with the Enemy is the first in a trilogy of stories following Carl Logan who I believe is a hero who thriller readers will really connect with.
Don't believe me? Try it first (for free on Amazon and others) and see for yourself and if you do buy it and read it please come here and tell me what you think (but please try to be nice :) )
Thank you -- I do not want to have to remove these "tell us about your book" threads, but if the advertising continues, I'll be considering doing just that.
Where e’er you may be.
And thanks to Nancy & Co for this opportunity to rabbit on about my books.
My murder/mysteries feature Inspector Walter Darriteau and his cases are all set in the present, and are based in and around Chester and Liverpool in the northwest of England, and North Wales.
They have been described by reviewers as gritty - (amongst other things!!!) and I’m happy with that, because Walter is a gritty kind of guy, nearing retirement, a prospect he views with increasing dread, but he (and I) both hope there is humour in there too. That’s the aim!
“The Sound of Sirens” and “The Murder Diaries – Seven Times Over” are out there now, and Walter has since solved two more whopping cases, (they’re going through final edit right now, and should be out some time this year.) That’s the plan.
Thanks for reading so far,
Have a great day,
David C.
Where e’er you may be.
And thanks to Nancy & Co for this opportunity to rabbit on about my books.
My murder/mysteries feature Inspector Walter Darriteau and his cases are all set in..."
Gritty is right up my alley -- thanks for posting!
Who is The First Madonna and what is the mystery surrounding her?
To unlock this secret, Nicolina Fabiani, the Pulitzer prize winning journalist teams up with David Baron, a Professor of Ancient Languages, whom she suspects is more than he appears to be on the surface, to search in Ancient Temples sites throughout the Middle East for the answer?
What is the Knights of Malta’s connection to the Templar Knights? And why do they covet The First Madonna and her secret?
As Nicolina and David stay one step ahead of her old nemesis, the Knights of Malta, they uncover a revelation about the origins of mankind and the power that men are willing to kill for.
This eagerly awaited sequel in the Nicolina Fabiani series, is a fast paced, well researched thriller, reaching a shattering climax in the archaeological dig in Anatolia, Göbekli Tepe,which has rewritten mankind’s history; and where The First Madonna reveals her power and what it will mean for a world poised the brink of disaster.
Who is The First Madonna and what is the mys..."
Yvonne -- this post WITHOUT the Amazon link is fine. Please remove the sales link -- it needs to go in the group's advertising" thread. Did you not see a) my initial post, and b) my message 3 posts above???? This sort of thing is testing my patience.
Who is The First Madonna and ..."
My apologies Nancy still finding my way around the site
Who is The Firs..."
I'm not singling you out exactly, but it's just that it's very frustrating to me when I have posted more than once re no direct ad links and people don't pay attention. I'm not trying to be nasty - just frustrated. Personally, I've seen a lot of things in this thread I want to read, but I don't want to see the advertising. Telling about your book is the point - not the ads.
I can understand your frustration. Authors are not that skilled at promotion but we're doing our best to learn.
Nancy wrote: "Yvonne wrote: "Nancy wrote: "Yvonne wrote: "KINDLE COUNTDOWN DEAL! My new 5-star book THE FIRST MADONNA is now heavily DISCOUNTED on Amazon.com. Grab your copy here for 99c http://amzn.to/1pBUl08
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Nancy --
Sorry I posted the Amazon link to LAST STRAW when I introduced it to the group, but your introductory remarks were really not that clear with respect to this subject. Many of us here are newly-published authors, and not yet well versed as to what constitutes "advertising". In my case, I only included the link so my cover image could be displayed.
Best regards,
DRJ
These "tell us about your book" threads were designed so that authors have a chance to share with readers what's new, especially for indie/self-published authors. Since there is a thread for advertisements already, any direct sales links should go there. Trust me - a lot of readers read the ads threads and one poster even called it "a place to shop." "Tell us about your book" threads are to describe your book, share whatever you want about it, all without sales-point links.
That's the thought behind these threads.
I'm Joyce Yarrow, the author of the Jo Epstein mystery series. I enjoy traveling and had a great time in Moscow and the Golden Ring, researching settings and characters for RUSSIAN RECKONING the second book in the series, published by Five Star Mysteries.
Jo Epstein is a private investigator who moonlights as a performance poet. She is street savvy and tough, with a sensitive side and a weakness for helping family and friends in trouble.
"Intricately layered like a Russian nested doll, this tale of vengeance and hatred flavored with a Russian cultural backdrop will appeal to readers who enjoy unusual mysteries with an international setting." Library Journal
Here's the link: Inevitable
Your world’s water supply is reaching its finite end. Aquifers are drying, and water is being divided between production of food, medicine, and agriculture. When America found itself on the brink of Malthusian catastrophe, population control was installed for the greatest good for the greatest possible number of people.
Benjamin Zachary expects to receive his Fairness In Nature And Life Act (FINAL) letter from The Office of Population Management, but he grows suspicious and nervous when he fails to receive it within the customary days after turning twenty one.
Ben soon learns that his hope is unwarranted and he is being accused of a crime he did not commit for a second time. He is wanted for immediate trial by Panel Hearing. Once he is caught, he struggles to face his own death, knowing that he has little chance of defeating The Office at its own game. He has no lawyer to represent him, no knowledge of the rules of the hearing process, and he finds that the Panel that is going to decide his fate is hand-picked by his adversary, Office Director Dante Ringer. His only hope is his friend, Patricia Mullins, whose cold acknowledgment of The Office's necessity juxtaposed with her feelings for her friend, twist her into conflicting directions. As Ben and Patricia fight to overcome The Office's powerful organization, they learn the only way out for Ben is at the expense of others.
Up against a nearly unlimited government agency created to deal with a dramatic environmental crisis, Ben and Patricia fight against the Inevitable.
Monticelli Trap
Torre Attack
Don't miss out on the last three Alec Fincham books, which take him to Libya, Italy, and Florida.
He get's into all sorts of trouble along the way, and for £1.00 each they're
The second book in my Acton & Doyle Scotland yard mystery series, Murder in Retribution, launched 7/29. Publisher's Weekly says its a psychological thriller, so here I am! 4 stars from RT, 4 1/2 stars average on Goodreads. Here's the
Amazon link: http://tinyurl.com/l2vaqyf
(Also, there's a Goodreads giveaway)
Thanks, Anne Cleeland
Welcome, Jonathan! Thanks so much for joining us!
The second book in my Acton & Doyle Scotland yard mystery series, Murder in Retribution, launched 7/29. Publisher's Weekly says its a psychological thriller, so here I am! 4 stars f..."
Welcome Anne, and congratulations on your book & p/w's recommendation. You are very welcome to post here, but please remove the Amazon link. That should go into "advertisements" as noted in the OP. Here's what I tell everyone (and it was previously posted):
If your book is on goodreads, you can always link there for the cover art, and if you have a sales link there even better. I just don't want the direct-to-Amazon or wherever books are sold here. These "tell us about your book" threads were designed so that authors have a chance to share with readers what's new, especially for indie/self-published authors. Since there is a thread for advertisements already, any direct sales links should go there. Trust me - a lot of readers read the ads threads and one poster even called it "a place to shop." "Tell us about your book" threads are to describe your book, share whatever you want about it, all without sales-point links. That's the thought behind these threads.
Monticelli Trap
Torre Attack
Don't miss out on the last three Alec Fincham books, which take him to Libya, Italy, and Florida.
He g..."
Is he a spy?
Here's the goodreads link:
Anne Cleeland
Here's the goodreads link:
[author:Anne Cleeland|658..."
No worries -- just sub your goodreads link for the amazon one -- you can easily edit your post.
I know about old habits & reflexes -- it's just that more readers are starting to look at these threads now. In the past readers (myself included) were over bombarded with ads so I designed these threads in response to a large # of complaints.
We really do want to hear about your work!
The second book in my Acton & Doyle Scotland yard mystery series, Murder in Retribution, launched 7/29. Publisher's Weekly says its a psychological thriller, so here I am! 4 stars from RT, 4 1/2 stars average on Goodreads.
(Also, there's a Goodreads giveaway)
Thanks, Anne Cleeland
Murder in Retribution (Scotland Yard #2) by Anne Cleeland Anne Cleeland
The Dark Before Dawn Deep into Dusk
Psychological suspense. Named to Kirkus Reviews Best of 2011, Winner of 9 awards. Currently up for Kindle Book Awards for Best Mystery/Thriller and Killer Nashville's Silver Falchion Award.
The series is centered on a Los Angeles County Sheriff's homicide detective named Gabriel McRay. Detective McRay is a contemporary lead character. He suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, a condition brought on by a childhood trauma. He is a physically strong man, bound by a duty to protect people, and yet he is a tormented soul. He wants to better himself. Each book chronicles Gabriel’s psychological healing process. Each murder case to which he is assigned “sparks” whatever point he’s at in his recovery. His personal growth and the murder investigations are integrated together. Gabriel’s love interest is Dr. Ming Li, the Los Angeles County medical examiner. Ming is a pretty mix of Mexican and Chinese ancestry. Forensics and psychology abound in these books.
The title to the first is Murder in Thrall, and I'll be happy to send you a copy of both, because you are as patient as you are kind. please drop me your address on my website contact page, www.annecleeland.com
"Ahead of them, in their path, stood something unidentifiable. It stood like a person, but it could not possibly be. The face was distorted and the brow jutted out over the eyes which were set deep within the skull. They were small and beady but at the same time sharp and bright. The Creature's gaze swept over them, taking everything in. The Creature's arms hung at its sides, and his hands were deformed. The thumbs were almost non-existent and the fingers were short and fat-almost sausage-like. His nose, which had slits for nostrils, seemed to be flat and it stretched from the jutted forehead to a wide mouth. At the edges of the mouth, teeth jutted up which made them look as if the Creature had tusks." This is what four friends had to face one bright and sunny day in the old growth forest surrounding Glacier Lake near Ashland, BC. It all started so right, renting a boat, packing a cooler full of booze- until their fearless leader failed them. Now, they find themselves far from any form of civilization, and in order to survive, they are now faced with the task of fighting their way back, avoiding the monster even as it hunts them, its keen sense of smell an advantage as they run, day and night- the trees tripping them, muffling their screams. One by one, they face their monsters, relying on their personal and physical strength to survive. When it all comes down to the end, one is left standing- but will they be the victor? Or will they be sucked down into the belly of the beast? Summertime is a novel unique, skillfully blending science fiction and horror. Named after Janis Joplin's rendition of George Gershwin's classic tune, it delivers terror straight to the heart."
And here's the link, should you choose to check it out; http://www.amazon.ca/Summertime-Cheye...
Goodreads page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1...
For Chicago sociology professor Amelia Emmet, violence was a research topic--until a student she'd never met shot her. He also shot himself. Now he's dead and she's back on campus, trying to keep up with her class schedule, a growing problem with painkillers, and a question she can't let go: Why?
My latest thriller, ON GUARD, has been selected by Amazon to be part of its Kindle Summer Sale. As part of this, it's just 99p in the UK (and equivalent on all other Amazon sites).
Early reviews have been great and a number of authors have spoken out in support of the book:
'Masterful and thrilling' Elizabeth Haynes, Into the Darkest Corner
'Complex and gripping' James Becker, The First Apostle
'Riveting' Damien Lewis, Zero Bravo Six
'Tense and gritty' C.M. Palov, The Templar's Secret
'Another masterful thriller' Scott Phillips, The Ice Harvest
'Style and pace' Glenn Cooper, Library of the Dead
The Blurb:
Ageing fencing master József Varga escaped from Budapest, Hungary, during the Revolution of 1956. Years later, female members of his fencing club are found dead, stabbed through with snapped fencing blades. Someone from his past is attempting to destroy his present.
His son, Detective Sergeant Michael Varga, himself a fencer, tries to unravel the mystery, while keeping the hidden jealousy he has for his distant father from emerging.
amzn.to/1jWuMal
Duty: Suspense and Mystery Stories from the Cold War and Beyond
Empty Places
The Killing Depths
Cheers!
Here is the blurb:
"It was just after midnight when the girl in the blue diamond necklace fell out of the sky."
In Hollywood, an ex-con movie producer, fresh out of San Quentin, is lucky if he can get a valet to take his car at the Ivy. Teddy Chessman got his own studio.
Why? Because Teddy controls the most important motion picture property to hit town since agents were invented. And attached to this expected critical and financial bonanza is the biggest female action star in the world, Valentine Jones.
But good plans die horrible deaths, and foolproof ones, worse. And now, the guy who loaned Teddy the money to buy the joint--Rail Black, a former Delta Force operator with a private fortune--is forced to take possession of Teddy's dream. And the bad news is just beginning.
Exploding from ninety years in the past--when gangsters and movie tycoons roamed Hollywood and scratched each other's wallets--Rail is sucked into a quicksand of unsettled scores, duplicity and death, where a couple of billion dollars in boxoffice seems like small change.
From Southern California to New York, Venice, Havana, Mexico and Cyprus, Rail must disentangle the past from the present and come to terms with his feelings for Barrie Fontaine, a long dead woman--and extraordinarily brave pilot--he has never met.
And somewhere, out there, is Matty Aspirins, a hitman on a mission all his own.
Welcome to Beverly Hills is Burning.
There will be no intermission.
The other two in the series are:
and
Thanks.
NR
The title to the first is Murder in Thrall, and I'll be happy to send you a copy of both, because you are as patient as you are kind. please drop me your address on my website contact pa..."
Thanks for the offer! Right now I'm over my head and drowning in must-reads (prepubs, group reads etc), so I'll definitely get back to you once this madness is over.
I love Seventh Street Books! Congratulations!
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