Convergence (The Ordinals), Joseph Gellene {$0.99}

Murder mystery with a time travel element.

John Smith greatly enjoys his unusual life. He’s wealthy, long-lived, and very well traveled. He jumps to the 21st century expecting to be reunited with his daughter but finds she has been brutally murdered. Under normal circumstances it was a simple matter to undo an untimely death but, in this case, the killer remembers multiple fact patterns and easily thwarts John’s attempts. To save his daughter, John must overcome shifting fact patterns, a determined detective, and three versions of the killer. His research shows that he fails, but facts can be fluid.

“I don’t normally review books, but after reading this book yesterday I haven’t stopped thinking about it. The depth of the portrayal of the characters and the issues that they are dealing with is fantastic. I think what really makes this book so great is not just that the story line is enthralling but that the author was able to keep everything flowing well and understandable. I heartily recommend this book to anyone that is interested in contemporary fiction, or the possibilities of multiple realities.” ~5 Star Amazon Customer Review

The average customer review is currently 5 stars (2 reviews).


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A Modern Witch, Debora Geary {$3.99}

Can you live 28 years without discovering you’re a witch?

Lauren is downtown Chicago’s youngest elite realtor. She’s also a witch. She must be – the fetching spell for Witches’ Chat isn’t supposed to make mistakes. So says the woman who coded the spell, at least.

The tall, dark, and handsome guy sent to assess her is a witch too (and no, that doesn’t end the way you might think). What he finds in Lauren will change lives, mess with a perfectly good career, and require lots of ice cream therapy.

A Modern Witch is a full length novel, 81,000 words or about 300 pages.  Light contemporary fantasy with a good dose of humor, a little romance, and characters you won’t want to leave.

“It brought tears to my eyes and made me laugh (sometimes at the same time). Can’t wait to read her next book.” ~O.D. Van Veer, Amazon Customer Review

“If you enjoy a little light romance, humor and a well crafted story you should buy this book immediately as I am sure you will not be disappointed. I really enjoyed ‘visiting’ A Modern Witch. I enjoyed it so much that I sat down and ended up reading it all in 1 day… Debora Geary is now an auto buy for me.” ~Michelle, Amazon Customer Review

The average customer review is currently 4.5 stars (53 reviews).


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The Frugal Find of the Day: A Dead Man’s Debt, Grace Elliot {$2.99}

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Celeste Armitage has a plan…and that plan doesn’t include marriage.

After deliberately humiliating a suitor, Celeste’s despairing parents exile her to the country. But once there she discovers a sketch book of daring nude studies and is shaken to find the artist is her hostess’s eldest son, Lord Ranulf Charing. This darkly cynical lord is exactly the sort of dissipated rogue she despises most…if only her blood didn’t heat at the thought of him…

Nothing is as it seems. Lord Ranulf’s life is a façade. Only he can save the Charing’s from disgrace as a blackmailer seeks to ruin his late brother’s reputation. But just as Ranulf dares to open his heart to Celeste, the fury of his nemesis is unleashed… facing him with the stark choice between true love and family duty. However when Celeste guesses the truth behind his rejection, Ranulf underestimates her resolve to clear his name and in so doing places the woman he loves in mortal danger….


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From The Romance Reviews:

Ultimately, the characters are delightful. You will not find two individuals who are more honest and truthful with one another. They both share a love of art, which brings them close together and exposes their feelings to one another. It is a refreshing change of pace from some historical romances where the silence of romantic feelings is upheld until the end. A Dead Man’s Debt is also passionate. It is not blatantly sexy but a wonderful buildup of passion and sexual tension that true romance fans will love. Their attraction is about speaking volumes with a heated glance, or a simple brush of the hand. It is earth shattering, undeniable and will steal your breath away.

Ms Elliot is a wonderful talent, indeed. Not only is her debut story well written, but she magically weaves a creative and intelligent story that will entertain you from the first page until the last. She is a skilled storyteller that fills her novels with page-turning drama and breathtaking sensuality. Grace Elliot is an author to remember where you will anticipate any and all future novels.

If you have any appreciation for historical romance, you will not only enjoy this novel immensely, but will want to make a space for it on your keeper shelf! A Dead Man’sDebt will charm you, surprise you, entertain you…and by the end, will warm your heart with the overall beauty of this story. {}



A Dead Man’s Debt currently has a customer review rating of 4.5 stars. Read the reviews here.


An excerpt from A Dead Man’s Debt:

Celeste finds Lord Ranulf’s private sketchbook….

On the next page a lithe figure rose out of darkness, arms raised as if to dance away. Candlelight played in soft shadows on her sinuous back. But more remarkable than the fluidity of her form was the intimacy of her look, glancing over her shoulder, toward the artist,with eyes brim full of lust.

Celeste forgot to breathe, shaken by the undeniable realisation that these pictures were drawn by a man…and one intimately acquainted with women.

‘Oh my.’ Fascinated, she was unable to turn away.

The next drawing was a naked woman reclining with her back toward the artist. The undulation of her waist,hip and thigh formed a landscape of their own, the rhythmic lines of her body lovingly rendered, observed as if the artist were caressing her form with his skill.

Celeste’s stays had become uncommonly tight. If her Mother wished her to be more broad minded then surely such sketches were educational? Besides, the artist’s skill was admireable, to study his technique would help her own poor efforts.

Sucking her top lip, Celeste once again opened the sketchbook. Dipping back in, devouring the images greedily – this world of shapes and shadows, of deft strokes and bold smudges. With each new sketch, her heart raced until she became lost in the use of tone and assured line. But as she drank in each new image, the conviction grew and strengthened within her, that this was more than a few lewd pictures. She had glimpsed a world of freedom, a celebration of life denied to her as a woman.

Celeste was so engrossed the the unexpected sound of a man clearing his throat was as cold water thrown over her. She froze, then very slowly, praying that she’d imagined the cough, looked up to see leaning nonchalantly against the door a dark haired devil with a wavy mouth, assessing her as if she were his next meal.

Lean and athletic, in tight fitting breeches, a kerysmere waistcoat and faultless cravat, with the assured arrogance of a rake, he seemed oddly familiar. Her heart skipped a beat. With the ghost of a smile he crossed the room toward her. Reining in her galloping heart she struggled to recall how it was that this dangerous stranger seem so familiar.

His masculine presence filled the room, robbing Celeste of breath’ his male magnificence calling to her body in an animal way. He filled her senses so much that she forgot to breath; throat constricted and chest tight. In her right mind she might have chastised him for staring, but it was as if she was hypnotized, unable to see past the hollowed cheeks and wavy mouth. The rational part of her mind feared he would guess the havoc his velvet brown eyes were having on her body. But with stubborn determination she returned his gaze, refusing to be cowed. A delivious shiver tingled her skin.

She knew this man. She just didnt know how.


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Announcing the Three Sisters Giveaway Winners!

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Top Five Under Five Friday! {General Fiction}


Happy Friday! Check out the Top Five Under Five bestselling Fiction eBooks from the Kindle Store!









#1Water for Elephants, Sara Gruen ~ $4.17 {4.5 Stars, 2,709 Reviews}

#2Vegas Moon (A Donovan Creed Novel), John Locke ~ $0.99 {4 Stars, 40 Reviews}

#3 ~ The Innocent, Vincent Zandri ~ $0.99 {4 Stars, 39 Reviews}

#4 ~ The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins ~ $5.00 {4.5 Stars, 2,130 Reviews}

#5Trojan Horse, David Lender ~ $0.99 {4 Stars, 32 Review}


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The Frugal Find of the Day: Foxy’s Tale (The Reluctant Vampire Series, Book 1), Karen Cantwell & LB Gschwandtner {$2.99}

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Foxy Anders has a list of problems as long as a shopping spree receipt from Neiman Marcus. She’s a retail spender with no money to spare and a former beauty queen with no man in her life. After a nightmare divorce she’s left with one asset, a building off Washington, D.C.’s classy DuPont Circle. By turning the ground floor into an antique shop, Foxy figures she has an excuse to spend money … that she doesn’t have.

Foxy also has a teenaged daughter, Amanda, who likes to blog secretly about her biggest problem – Foxy. At least, she thinks Foxy is her biggest problem. But that’s all about to change when she hooks up with Nick, a cute guy at school who evidently has a gift for attracting older women. Amanda just doesn’t know HOW much older they really are.

When Foxy rents the garden apartment to stylish, shoe-fettishista Knot, who turns out to have a knack for talking wealthy Washington A-listers into Foxy’s antiques, it looks as if Foxy will make it on her own after all. Except that Knot is also a genius at creating problems … in his love life.

They’re a quirky threesome to be sure, but when mysterious, bumbling, Myron Standlish arrives on the scene with a suitcase full of Yiddish-isms, he brings along his own set of problems, larger and stranger than all of theirs put together. Oy vey. How will Myron’s personal journey affect their lives? Well … that’s Foxy’s Tale.

A comic, chick lit, coming-of-age, vampire tale (sort of) where family triumphs over adversity and mother and daughter learn how to face the world as grownups – together.



What readers are saying …

“Full of snappy characters, laughs, and mystery, peppered with lively details of Washington, DC., and brimming with enough shoe shopping to satisfy any fashionista. This new joint effort from Karen Cantwell and L B Gschwandtner is guaranteed to please! Can’t wait for the next installment in this lively new series!”

~Misha Crews, Author of Her Secret Bodyguard

“Foxy’s Tale is irresistible fun – full of lively characters with a knack for trouble, laugh-out-loud dialogue, and story twists that will keep you reading deep into the night.”

~Kim Wright Wiley, Author of Love in Mid Air



Foxy’s Tale currently has a customer review rating of 4 stars. Read the reviews here.

An excerpt from Foxy’s Tale:

Myron has put a small kettle on the electric stove to boil water. He opens a cabinet and pulls out a tin of tea and a tea strainer.

“You like lemon in your cuppa? Sugar? Honey? Milk? Vaht?” Myron asks.

Amanda shrugs. “I don’t know really. I never had tea before.”

“Ach,” Myron sniffs, “a child who never had tea. Vaht a country. I think sugar and milk for you then.

As he goes to the refrigerator, Amanda walks to the kitchen entryway. It’s just an open space at the end of the short counter. Myron doesn’t seem to know she’s followed him over and, as he opens the refrigerator door and bends down slightly to take a carton of milk from inside the door, Amanda has a clear view of the inside shelves.

“What are all those?” she asks and comes right up behind him to peer over his back at box upon box of vials of blood each set in its own hole row upon row in the boxes, as if some lab had dropped off blood drawn from dozens and dozens of patients. Amanda points at the vials and then sees, on the bottom shelf, flat bags of blood. The kind she’s seen at blood drives at school. “Wow,” she says. “That’s a whole lot of blood.

Myron snaps up, the carton of milk in his hands. He almost collides with Amanda as he tries to hurriedly shut the refrigerator door. “”Nothing. That is nothing,” he mouths but it comes out dry as if he has a cough in his throat.

“But it’s a lot of blood,” Amanda insists. “What’s it all for?”

“Come, ve have some tea, now, and ve talk about things of interest.” He pours hot water into a tea pitcher and drops the strainer inside. He bustles over to get two mugs and brings out a bowl of sugar.

“But that is interesting. You have no food except milk and sugar and tea and all that blood?”

“An old man like me, what do I need but tea and a little milk now and then? You’ll see. Vehn you are getting old like me. So many disappointments in life.” He shakes his small, bald head. “You are young. Your disappointments are ahead of you. Come, ve drink tea, ve talk about life’s disappointments, eh?” Myron pours the tea and shoves the sugar bowl over to Amanda. They sit on bar stools at the counter facing the kitchen. Amanda glances warily at the refrigerator. She’s not about to let this go. But she’ll think about another way to find out what’s going on later. She sips at the tea. It’s sweet and milky and a little spicy. She likes it.


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HIDDEN (Marchwood Vampire Series), Shalini Boland {$2.99}

HIDDEN is a romantic paranormal adventure spanning the centuries from modern London to 19th century Paris and ancient Cappadocia.

Sixteen-year-old Madison Greene is in foster care until one day she inherits a fortune, she inherits a house, she inherits a cellar full of danger.

Eighteen-year-old Alexandre lives in 19th century Paris. On an archaeological expedition he discovers a lost underground city where his life changes forever.

Their lives entwine but someone is watching and waiting. Madison might not be the only one who knows Alexandre’s secret …

‘I was completely hooked, captivated from beginning to end! I love the way that both of the stories develop and draw you into the mystery, both are told in such an engaging and interesting way that they really held me. I loved the format of the chapters, I loved the characters and their escapades, the depth of relationships and the absolute “edge of the seat” suspense. Brilliant!’ ~Rachael Cox

The average customer review is currently 5 stars (6 reviews).


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The Raven’s Revenge, Gina Black {$2.99}

England, 1663

When Katherine Welles saves the life of a highwayman, she realizes he may be the only avenue of escape from a betrothal to her villainous neighbor. But traveling under the protection of a dashing outlaw–who won’t ask directions–is anything but safe. Especially when his searing hot kisses awaken a yearning for something Katherine never knew she wanted.

Nicholas Montford, the exiled Earl of Ashton, returns to England determined to reclaim his family lands. As a highwayman called the Raven, he takes revenge upon the Puritans who thrived while his family suffered. But when he kidnaps heiress Katherine Welles, thoughts of revenge take second place to kissing her soft lips and teasing the mistrust from her eyes. Can he find redemption in the arms of the woman he plans to betray?

“A thief, a damsel in distress and plenty of conflict–what more could a reader want?… Black adds sensuality and humor …” ~Romantic Times Magazine

“. . . a delightfully satisfying and sexy Restoration romp!” ~Lisa Valdez, NYT Bestselling Author

The average customer review is currently 4 stars (10 reviews).


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The Frugal Find of the Day: The Skull Ring, Scott Nicholson {$0.99}

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‎Julia Stone will remember, even if it kills her.

Dr. Pamela Forrest is determined to bring Julia’s memories to the surface, hoping to heal Julia’s panic disorder. The therapist keeps returning Julia to a night twenty-three years ago when Julia was four. A night of hooded figures, strange chants, pain, and blood. The night her father disappeared from the face of the earth.

Julia rebuilds the past a piece at a time during the mind-wrenching therapy sessions. But the line between the past and the present begins to blur. Julia finds a silver skull ring that bears the name “Judas Stone.” The same ring had been worn by one of the hooded figures who scarred her both mentally and physically on that long-ago night.

Someone is leaving strange messages inside her house, even though the door is locked. The handyman, who has a key, spends a lot of time in the woods behind her house. Her boyfriend Mitchell becomes distant and violent. And the cop who investigated her father’s disappearance has followed her to the small Appalachian town of Elkwood.

Now she has a head full of memories, but she doesn’t know which are real and which are the creations of Dr. Forrest. The shadows of Julia’s panic are growing larger and darker. But succumbing to madness seems safer than heeding the whispers that claim ownership of her body and soul.



“Whether you’re a fan of dark fiction, thrillers, mysteries, the occult, or just damn fine writing, The Skull Ring is a fire and brimstone rush.” ~J.T. Cummins


The Skull Ring currently has a customer review rating of 4.5 stars. Read the reviews here.


An excerpt from The Skull Ring:



I locked the door.

Didn’t I?

Julia’s sweating palm gripped the doorknob, the click of the tumblers still echoing inside her skull. Would he be inside, waiting, his lungs holding a hateful breath? The years fell away, and for a moment, she was a child again. A scared little helpless—


That was Memphis, this was Elkwood. This was the new and improved Julia Stone, the one who was on the path to healing. Imaginary Creeps no longer stalked the alleys of her mind. Thanks to Dr. Forrest.

She glanced behind her at the woods, which seemed to have crept closer to the house since yesterday. The Appalachian Mountain shadows reached out like fingers, and she searched there for movement, any sign that people were watching. That he was watching.

Julia let the door swing open and squinted into the dark throat of the house. Nobody home. Nothing to fear, just the bland patterns of her furniture to welcome her. Just another day in her new normal life.

Nonetheless, her hand went into her purse and touched the cool canister of mace. She went inside, not letting herself look back. When you were cured, you didn’t care what was behind you. Forward was all that mattered. Coat rack, recliner, sofa, television. Forward, another step, even though something was wrong with the coffee table.

At first she thought they were small boxes of food, maybe delicate chocolates or caviar, arranged in a line across the table. Something Mitchell would buy her to make up for a slight. But how did the packages get inside?

Her legs carried her closer, her fist clenched around the mace. The row of squares weren’t boxes. She touched them in the dimness, let her fingers track over the raised surfaces. A child’s wooden blocks.

She picked up the nearest one, her breath catching. Tilted toward the window, the embossed letter caught enough light to show its cruel hook, its sharp teeth.


She placed the block back on the table, casting a look down the shadowed hall. Nothing there but dark and darker.

Her hand trembled as she picked up the next block in line. She lifted it six inches before she dropped it, and the wood clacked against the table’s surface and tumbled under the couch like an oversized dice.

She didn’t need to read the letter to know what it said. Because the next block was the same, and so was the next.


She slapped the blocks off the table and knelt on the carpet, her heart playing her ribs like a mad xylophonist, the melody broken, the rhythm spastic, the blows landing much too hard.

A noise behind her, louder than her heartbeat. Nothing, she knew. She would be strong, because this was Elkwood, North Carolina, and bad things couldn’t follow her here. She wouldn’t look, because cured people didn’t jump at every imagined sound.

Kurr-chack chack.

Nothing but the wind pushing branches against the house.


Only in her head. She couldn’t help it. She turned.

The Creep stood on the porch, six-foot-two.

Metal glinted in his fist.

The fish-eye lens of panic both distorted and magnified her vision. Julia tried to scream but had no breath, she rose, glanced frantically for the canister of mace she had dropped, knowing it was too late, it had always been too late, they’d had her since she was four.

The Creep’s hulk blocked the doorway, a belt loaded with weapons circling his waist. His eyes were hot and steely, his mouth open in passionate rage.

He had long, long fingers.

The blade flashed, quivered.

Her heart had been set afire and shot from a catapult.

The past had reached her, despite all her running and hiding and pretending. It was here, now, come to towering, fire-breathing life. She would never make it to the bedroom door in time. If she fled, his pleasure would only intensify, and her legs were like stacks of wooden blocks shot through with string.

Why fight any longer?

The Creep was silhouetted against a backdrop of sun and light blue sky, the wild colors of autumn wreathing his head like a halo.

Julia lifted her forearms out of instinct, shut her eyes, and waited for the swift delivery of his decades’-old promise. But first would come the benediction, the words that would cut deeper than any blade.


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