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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: No One Knows You’re Here, Rachel Howzell {$3.99}

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Description of No One Knows You’re Here:

Fans of James Patterson’s Women’s Murder Club will love Rachel Howzell’s newest title.

Three weeks out of cancer surgery, crime reporter Syeeda McKay is in the pursuit of Los Angeles’s most active serial killer. Over the last twenty years, the Phantom Slayer has hunted African-American prostitutes working in one of the worst parts of South Los Angeles, killing eight victims in the alleys off Western Avenue, and then disappearing into the shadows. But Syeeda doesn’t know that the killer has turned his sights on her.

Detective Adam Sherwood, a hotshot investigator with the Robbery-Homicide Division of the LAPD, has been handed the Phantom Slayer cases, and together, he and Syeeda must figure out who is doing the killing . . . before Syeeda becomes his next victim.

 

Accolade:

5 Stars

It was a great fast engaging read. It definitely sends up the creepy red flag. It also made me wonder how much information I share and who I friend on certain social media platforms. I liked how you got inside both the head of the main character and the serial killer. The twists and turns were terrific. There was a lot going on but you never got dragged down by too many details, it was just right. I also liked the fact it was inspired by a real cold case serial killer and brought to life the injustice of nameless/faceless victims of horrific crimes that go unsolved because no seems to really care. All life should be valued and their killers should be pursued.

 

Reviews:

No One Knows You’re Here currently has a customer review rating of 5 stars. Read the reviews here.

 

An excerpt from No One Knows You’re Here:

Wednesday, October 1

5:05 a.m.

 

I pulled off Western Avenue and into the empty parking lot of Great Redeemer Church of God in Christ.

The Dodge Neon was parked in the alley, near the garbage bins, almost invisible in the fog. The car’s windows were white with condensation—it had been sitting there all night.

I parked in a space a few feet away and waited to meet “T.H.”

No one exited the Neon.

Western Avenue . . . This South Los Angeles street was always mentioned in the papers and on the six o’clock news.

Four killed on Western in a gang-related shooting.

Seventy-six-year-old grandmother raped in her home off Western.

And yet here I was.

I didn’t rush to leave my car—I barely hit five feet four and have the muscle mass of a Rice Krispies Treat. Besides, my car had a robust heater, seat warmers, satellite radio, and an SOS satellite system in the event of car trouble. Why leave all that, especially with all the fog and all those crime stats—seventeen rapes and six murders in the last five months.

Maybe T.H. left to get coffee.

I plucked my iPhone from the cup holder and sent T.H. a text message. I’m here now. Parked across from you. I hit Send but the bar above the message stalled.

Ah.

No reception. A dead zone.

At 5:15, I opened my car door.

The rank odor of urine assaulted me. That and the stench of spilled beer and sour-sweet rotting meat.

I threw a few nervous glances up and down the alley. Cold, dead air pushed me from all sides. Nothing will happen to me. I’m at a church. I’m protected by angels with swords and . . .

Rustling sounds, and buzzing, lots of buzzing, came from the Dumpsters just ten yards away from me. To my left and a block down, mechanical squeaking, like a shopping cart wheel that needed oil, pierced the air.

Something brushed against my ankle.

I yelped, hopped, and scanned the wet asphalt with wide eyes.

There it is!

A rat the size of a rabbit waddled past me and headed to the garbage bins.

The mechanical squeaking sounded closer than before. A bright white light flashed—I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Wasn’t much. Small. Quick.

I peered in that direction but saw nothing.

Just my imagination.

I turned back to the Neon.

No one had left the car.

I waved in its direction to let T.H. know that I was Syeeda McKay, the writer who had answered the text message and had driven in the dark to this neighborhood to meet someone I didn’t know.

The Neon’s door didn’t open.

I muttered “Crap,” and waited with my keys held between my knuckles.

Once upon a time, my father had been a bus driver, and his route had been up and down Western, passing car washes, elementary schools, chicken joints, Baptist churches, Laundromats, motels, motor inns, pawn shops, Koreatown, Little Armenia. Over the course of his thirty-year career, he had been jumped and shot at countless times. He had broken up fights, rescued abandoned babies, and prevented late-night rapes, all of which happened on his bus. The violence didn’t kill my father. The cigarettes did.

I glanced at the phone’s clock—5:25—then mumbled, “This is crazy.” I stomped over to the Neon and into a cloud of flies, the source of that crazy-loud buzzing. I tried swatting them away. Too many.

“Hey!” I shouted at the driver’s-side window. “You in there?” I swiped the glass with my jacket sleeve.

Empty seat. No T.H.

Are you kidding me? I’ve been waiting out here since—

I glanced over the top of the car, to the giant Dumpsters filled with trash. My gaze dropped to the wet asphalt.

An ocean of rats swarmed over a pair of brown legs. A woman’s legs.

I quickstepped around the Neon, heart in my throat, and darted to the woman on the ground. “Hey! Hey!” A wave of nausea washed over me as I kept swatting at those flies. The rats bumped and crawled over my shoes, skittered and scratched against my bare ankles. I screamed in my head, and held my breath to block those rotting alley smells. Tried to avoid the puddle of goopy liquid oozing toward the toes of my sneakers, knowing that it was blood. Her blood.

A trash bag had been dumped on top of the woman.


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{CLOSED: Updated with winners!} The Tuesday Giveaway: 5 Kindle Copies of A Senseless Act of Beauty!

Happy Tuesday!

It’s time for a Frugal eReader Giveaway!

See below for how to win one of five gifted Kindle copies of A Senseless Act of Beauty, sponsored by the publisher, Crossroad Press... but first, a little about the novel:


 

Aaron Okonkwo, a Nigerian scientist, travels with a crew in the 24th century to evaluate Viridis, which proves to be a beautiful and fabulous world. There, Aaron discovers a strange, alien species and amazing machines and technology left in a vast underground complex by a mysterious race called the Creators.

Aaron soon falls under the irresistible, seductive spell of Nightsong, a green alien female with ominous and bewitching powers. However, an even greater danger rises. He will be forced to fight for the planet’s survival against a ruthless invasion of many ships to conquer and enslave the planet – just as Africa itself was once enslaved. Aaron knows it’s A Senseless Act of Beauty to try to reclaim his ancient warrior heritage and fight back against such overwhelming odds, but he knows he must try.

A Senseless Act of Beauty is available for $3.99 at the Kindle Store

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90 Miles To Freedom, K.C. Hilton {$0.99}

Prepare yourself for an emotional roller coaster.

The counselor suggested I start a journal and write down my thoughts. He called it ‘Journal Therapy’ and said it would help me cope with my feelings.

I’m not sure where to begin, except to say that I had a wonderful life. Actually, it was a perfect life. A loving family and everything money could buy. A life envied by all, but it was stolen from me.
I know I made a mistake. But I’m the one struggling to forgive myself.”

To explain I need to start from the beginning. But before I do, I must be honest and admit that I wasn’t perfect. No, I had a secret. A secret that came with a price. A secret that will haunt my dreams forever.

What readers are saying:

“Collin had the perfect life. He had a loving family and everything money could buy. A life envied by all. But Collin wasn’t perfect. He had a secret, one that came with a price. A secret that could destroy his life and everyone in it.” So begins K. C.Hilton’s remarkable novel. Not that it starts off with a bang, because it doesn’t; it starts off as a very likable family story about two loving parents and their two sons. Then, all of a sudden — Blam! – it hits like a thunderbolt, and I was in for the ride.” –George Polley from Amazon
 

“Check this book out. It’s a great read. Just as the description states, it’s an emotional roller coaster. This is a very well written book that pulls you in from the start and is full of twists that keep you guessing. It’s hard to put down because you can’t wait to see what happens next. It’s a normal happy family one day, then everything quickly turns upside down. It kept me thinking the entire time and the events have Joey and Collin struggling. I won’t go in to detail to spoil anything. You will have to get the book and read for yourself. GREAT BOOK A+++++”  –Fastcars from Amazon

The average Amazon reader review is currently 4.5 stars {14 reviews}.

Stage Whispers: The Collected Timmy Quinn Stories, Kealan Patrick Burke {$4.99}

Available for the first time in one volume, four novellas featuring Timmy Quinn, whose terrifying journey began in the 2004 Bram Stoker Award-Winning story THE TURTLE BOY.

Over the course of thirty years, we follow Timmy, a boy cursed with the ability to see ghosts and doomed to serve them, into adulthood, as he battles murderers and monstrous revenants in his struggle to find those responsible for violating the veil that separates the realm of the living from the land of the dead.

Included in STAGE WHISPERS, you’ll find all four novellas in the series: THE TURTLE BOY, THE HIDES, VESSELS, and PEREGRINE’S TALE, with an introduction by the author.

What readers are saying:

“One of the most clever and original talents in contemporary horror” - Booklist

“A newcomer worth watching” – Publishers Weekly

“Burke’s style is reminiscent of Stephen King” – The Green Man Review

The average Amazon reader review is currently 4.5 stars {5 reviews}.

 

THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Forged in Fire (The Forged Series), Trish McCallan {$2.99}

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Description of Forged in Fire (The Forged Series)

Beth Brown doesn’t believe in premonitions until she dreams a sexy stranger is gunned down during the brutal hijacking of a commercial airliner. When events in her dream start coming true, she heads to the flight’s departure gate. To her shock, she recognizes the man she’d watched die the night before.

Lieutenant Commander Zane Winters comes from a bloodline of elite warriors with psychic abilities. When Zane and two of his platoon buddies arrive at Sea-Tac Airport, he has a vision of his teammates’ corpses. Then she arrives—a leggy blonde who sets off a different kind of alarm.

As Beth teams up with Zane, they discover the hijacking is the first step in a secret cartel’s deadly global agenda and that key personnel within the FBI are compromised. To survive the forces mobilizing against them, Beth will need to open herself to a psychic connection with the sexy SEAL who claims to be her soul mate.

Winner of the 2010 Launching a Star Contest, romantic suspense category

“Forged In Fire is a smoking hot adventure with an irresistible alpha hero. Danger, action, suspense, and a steamy romance make a story that’s impossible to put down!” –Patti O’Shea, National Bestselling Author of Through a Crimson Veil

 

Accolade:

I want to be buried with a copy of this book… 5 out of 5 Stores

Zane Winters, Lieutenant Commander on US Navy Seal Team 7, is on his way to Hawaii for a friends wedding with two of his fellow teammates when he gets a psychic flash of their deaths on the plane. These psychic flashes have saved his and his teams lives often enough that he knows not to discount the vision. Beth Brown is clerical support for the engineering department of PacAtlantic Airlines. She is just a normal, ordinary woman who happens to be living a nightmare. Her dream of a hijacked plane is about to come to reality and she has to try to stop it. Approaching the three men she saw die in her dreams is a long shot and they’ll probably have her committed as a lunatic, but better she be wrong and embarrassed than a plane full of people die.

WOOOOOOOOOOW!!! OK, I review a Lot of books, and a few I love, I few I really like, some are just “meh” and some make my eyes bleed. A very infinitesimal number of those books cause my heart to pound, my palms to sweat, and the urge to yell “READ THIS BOOK” over takes my brain. This is one of that tiny number. I get a feeling just from reading the blurb or a small snippet that this book is about to rock my world. I was absolutely dead on. I have had this book a while in my TBR pile, and even though I wanted to snatch it up and read it right away, that wouldn’t have been fair to the other books, and I am nothing if not fair. I did how ever cheat…… a lot) I would just read a paragraph or two, or ten or twenty. Anyway by the time it came up in the TBR order, I had like two pages left. But I did reread the ENTIRE book just to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. It was even better the second time around because I knew when to grab the kleenex. (That was NOT nice Ms. McCallan)

This book is a self published work and I usually anticipate a few editorial errors or slip ups, hell I even anticipate those from the big houses. Let me just congratulate and give a HUGE thumbs up to Forged in Fire’s editors. OUTSTANDING job! Now on to my favorite things…. the heroes. US Navy Seals. Yum, yum eat em up with a spoon, yum. Zane,Rawls, and (keep your hands off, he’s mine) Cosky and even that snarly Mac, are the epitome of what the male of our species should be. Honorable, loyal, faithful, tall and well endowed….um well educated, yeah, well educated. I love these Seals, I want to do incredibly dirty and complicated things with them. The relationship these guys had was just too incredible for words. It just kept me so enmeshed in this story. It was like if J.R. Wards Brothers somehow joined Suzanne Brockman’s Troubleshooters. It was that EPIC. And Beth, bless her little lucky heart, she just was overwhelmed at first. She put on her big girl panties and damned well earned that heroine title. The story and plot ARC will keep you on the edge of your seat, the characters will keep you glued to it. If you have ever taken one of my recommendations seriously, now is the time to do it. This book has it going on and I will back that up in spades. There is absolutely not one thing that is not perfect in this book and it is certainly going on my top picks of 2011.


Amazon Reader Reviews:

Forged in Fire (The Forged Series) currently has a reader review rating of 5 stars from 68 reviews. Read the reviews here.

 

An excerpt from Forged in Fire (The Forged Series):

Chapter One

Lieutenant Commander Zane Winters shifted uneasily against the grungy white wall across from gate C18’s ticket counter. He felt naked without his Glock. Exposed. An itchy, irritating prickle of vulnerability tightened his skin and cramped his muscles. Which was fucking ridiculous. They were on leave, for Christ’s sake, booked on a civilian flight. Yeah, he and Cosky and Rawls had to check their weapons with their luggage, but so what? They weren’t going wheels-up, facing deployment to some godforsaken foreign jungle or burning swath of sand.

“Did they have to pick Hawaii? We have the same blue sky and warm weather in Coronado. And without the tourists.”

Zane barely heard Cosky’s disgusted mutter through the drone of excited voices surrounding them. With a grunt, he massaged the back of his neck and surveyed the growing crowd. More passengers were arriving by the minute. Shit, there were already too many people to keep an eye on. Too many jackets and pockets and purses. Too many places to conceal a weapon.

A stacked brunette across the gate area caught his gaze and offered a sultry smile. Zane turned away.

“Jesus.” Rawls’ lazy grin was a slash of white in his sun-bronzed face. “You two need to get off base more often. You’re as hinky as a pair of hounds during tick season. Those are civilians y’all are glaring at, not a room full of tangos.” Bright blue eyes zeroed in on the brunette across the room. “What you need is some of that. Sun, sand and sex. All the fixin’s for a memorable vacation.”

Cosky shot his teammate a derisive glance. “When did you become so fond of sand and sun? Sure as hell not last month, judging by your nonstop bitching.”

Rawls flipped him the finger. “It’s that third “s”, Cos. Makes all the difference. You should try it sometime, but without that blow-up Barbie you keep stashed beneath your bunk.”

Shrill laughter erupted across the room. Zane tracked the sound, skimming an abandoned stroller and clusters of luggage. When the brunette tried to catch his eye again, he swore beneath his breath. Shifting against the wall, he gave her his back.

“See? This is why I like hanging with you, skipper,” Rawls drawled, a grin twitching the edges of his mouth. “You attract the little darlin’s over, and when you turn that cold shoulder on ‘em, they start buzzin’ round Cosky and me.”

“Leave me out of it,” Cosky said. “Unlike you, I don’t need to surf Zane’s wake for a hookup.”

“A hookup?” Rawls shook his head and smirked. “Is that any way to talk about your hand?” Bracing his elbows against the wall behind them, he tilted his head and studied Zane’s face. “Seriously, skipper, you should take her up on that offer. It’s not like—” He broke off to scan Zane’s face more intently. Suddenly he frowned. “You’re shittin’ me. That’s some prime real estate over there, and you don’t have any interest in her? None at all? That just ain’t… natural.”

Hell, Rawls was right. She was prime time. A real looker. Long, thick mahogany hair. A tight, curvy ass. Stacked across the chest. Enough flare through the hips to hold onto. She was the kind of woman who’d give wet dreams to any straight male between puberty and death.

Which must mean he was dead. Because he was way past puberty, yet he didn’t feel even a twitch of interest. No chills. No thrills. No goose bumps.

She could be his great-grandmother, for all the attraction he felt.

Every year the numbness dug a little deeper, spread a little further. He’d been warned about this particular side effect of the family gift—or curse, depending on who was talking. But knowing about it, and living with it, were completely different animals.

“Let’s hope that woman of yours shows up ASAP. Much more of this drought and you won’t remember what to do with her.” With a flash of white teeth, Rawls reached over to punch Zane’s shoulder.

The moment Rawls’ fist made contact, every muscle in Zane’s body clenched. He froze, his breath locked in his throat. His vision blurred.

Click.

It was a subtle sound. A switch flipping inside his head. An image flashed through his mind. Quick. Brutal. Ugly.

Rawls sprawled across a bank of narrow seats. His blue t-shirt splotched with black. Blood dripping from limp fingers. A fixed stare glazing his blue eyes.

The vision vanished.

“Son of a bitch.” Sheer disgust vibrated in Cosky’s gritty voice. “We’re on stand-down. This is a civilian flight. Regardless of that all-too-familiar look on your face, we cannot be in any goddamn danger.”

But he didn’t dislodge the hand Zane clamped around his bicep.

This time Zane was expecting the vision. He tensed anyway, his body contracting into one giant charley horse.

Click.

He strained to capture as many details as possible as the new vision flashed through his mind.

Gray eyes locked and empty, already filming with the unmistakable haze of death. Black hair saturated with blood. Hands clenched. He was splayed across a narrow aisle, dark blue upholstered seats rising on either side of his head.

When the image vanished, he released Cosky’s arm and wrestled air back into his lungs.

“Tell me this is a joke,” Cosky demanded.

Zane shook his head and gripped the back of his neck with both hands.

“What did you see?” Rawls finally asked.

Zane drew a shallow breath. “You dead. Cosky dead.”

“From boredom?” Cosky asked dryly, one black-as-sin eyebrow arching. “We are going to a wedding.” A quick glance at Zane’s face, and a glint of steel darkened his gray eyes. “Where’s this going down?”

“On the bird.” Zane frowned. “Couldn’t tell whether she was in flight. Didn’t get a good enough look.”

Cosky turned to study the boisterous crowd. “When do you ever?”

Zane scrubbed his palms down his face and forced back a surge of frustration. The flashes never lasted long. No more than two or three seconds. Just enough to warn, without giving details. Just enough to raise guards, but not enough to mitigate the danger.

“Which bird? Over or back?” Cosky braced his hands on his hips and studied Zane’s face. “Either fits the three-day window for those flashes of yours.”

“Today.” Zane nodded toward Rawls’ blue-clad chest. “Same clothes.”

Cosky grunted. “I don’t suppose you saw who killed us?”

“When have these damn things ever been that accommodating?”

“Fuck.” With a disgusted shake of his head, Cosky dropped his chin and scowled at the worn carpet. “What about the wounds?”

“Lots of blood. Could be a gun. Or a knife.”

“A crash?” Rawls broke in quietly.

“Doubtful. Neither of you were burned. We’re looking at some kind of weapon.”

Cosky frowned. “It would be easier to smuggle a blade through security, but few people are good enough to take us on with a knife. Chances are it’s a gun.”

Zane pushed away from the wall. “Whatever’s going to happen is bad enough to take the three of us out.” The flashes never centered on him, but if Cosky and Rawls were in danger, he was as well. “We need to get hold of Mac.”

As the OIC of SEAL Team 7, Commander Jace Mackenzie had the pull to get the plane grounded and the passengers searched.

“Question.” Cosky’s attention zeroed in on Zane’s face. “What are we going to tell him? We don’t know what’s going to happen, who’s behind it, or what kind of weapons will be used. If Mac gets this bird grounded, only to have nothing show during the search, the backlash is gonna be a bitch.”

“What are you suggesting?” Zane cocked an eyebrow. “That we skip the wedding, keep our mouths shut and let events play out?”

“Don’t be an ass. I’m saying it would be handy to have some solid intel to pass on for a change. Why can’t you ever pick up more information if you touch us again?”

Zane shrugged. Just because he suffered through the visions didn’t mean he understood their properties. “We’ve got some time before boarding. Maybe one of the passengers will jump out at us.”

A wave of heat suddenly rolled through him. It started at his scalp and flowed down—a tide of molten fire that left chills in its wake. A tingling, numbing sensation followed, as though he’d been hit with a high-voltage electrical shock.

“What’s wrong?” Cosky’s question came from a distance. Muted and warped.

Zane turned, searching for… something. The gate area spun in slow motion. That strange, electrical tingling raised the hair on his arms and down the back of his neck.

He found her in the mouth of the waiting room. She was blond, slender. Perfect. Her cream-colored slacks and ivory blouse glowed beneath the harsh fluorescent lights, as though she stood squarely in a spotlight—lit up to catch his attention.

Her chin lifted, their eyes connected and that strange, pulsating current shot straight to his cock. Electrified him. His libido, numb for years, reared up and howled. He took one long step toward her.

Cosky grabbed his arm and hauled him back. “Goddamn it, Zane. What’s wrong?”

Zane shook his head, tried to clear the fog from his mind. The tug toward her was incredibly strong, like she was a magnet and his bones were metal. He took another step forward, his body vibrating at some strange frequency.

Cosky’s hand tightened with brutal force around his forearm, piercing the primal urge to claim her.

Zane froze and drew a shaky breath. His muscles were rigid. A vicious ache had seized his groin. His skin must have shrunk at least three sizes.

Holy shit.

It had to be her.

After all these years of searching, of waiting… this had to be her.

To go from nada to nuclear in the blink of an eye… yeah. He drew a slow, burning breath, grappling to drag his body back under control. This had to be her.

From listening to his brothers’ stories about meeting their mates, he’d expected a strong reaction, but nothing like this whirlpool of hunger.

And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“Who is she?” Cosky demanded. “Did you see her in one of your flashes?”

The question snapped the world back into focus. The memory of those damn visions flooded his brain.

He watched, frozen, while she headed toward one of the plastic benches strewn throughout the waiting room. She was apparently booked on his flight.

A marked flight.

His chest seized. His skin started to crawl. Christ, he couldn’t breathe.

Of all the bad timing.

He’d finally found her. His soul mate. At a time when he couldn’t afford the distraction. When the slightest mistake could get her killed.


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Announcing The Sex Club Giveaway Winners!

Congratulations to The Sex Club Giveaway Winners!

 

The following five eReaders have won a gifted eCopy of The Sex Club!*

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Monday’s Three: Under Nine, Under Five, Under One! {11/28/11}

It’s Monday ~ A brand new week is ahead of us. Let’s start it off with three Frugal Finds for our Kindles!

Under Nine: The Gospel According to Coco Chanel, Karen Karbo {$8.63}

Delving into the long, extraordinary life of renowned French fashion designer Coco Chanel, Karen Karbo has written a new kind of book, exploring Chanel’s philosophy on a range of universal themes – from style to passion, from money and success to femininity and living life on your own terms.

“Wise, witty, and refreshingly colloquial, The Gospel According to Coco Chanel is an enchanting tour through the complex, often controversial life of fashion icon Chanel. Filled with relevant life lessons for the modern woman, this book is Karbo at her irrepressible best.” —Hilary Black, editor of The Secret Currency of Love: The Unabashed Truth About Women, Money, and Relationships

The average customer review is currently 4 stars {59 reviews}.

 

Under FiveThe Art of Racing in the Rain, Garth Stein {$3.99}

Enzo knows he is different from other dogs: a philosopher with a nearly human soul (and an obsession with opposable thumbs), he has educated himself by watching television extensively, and by listening very closely to the words of his master, Denny Swift, an up-and-coming race car driver.Through Denny, Enzo has gained tremendous insight into the human condition, and he sees that life, like racing, isn’t simply about going fast. Using the techniques needed on the race track, one can successfully navigate all of life’s ordeals.On the eve of his death, Enzo takes stock of his life, recalling all that he and his family have been through: the sacrifices Denny has made to succeed professionally; the unexpected loss of Eve, Denny’s wife; the three-year battle over their daughter, Zoë, whose maternal grandparents pulled every string to gain custody. In the end, despite what he sees as his own limitations, Enzo comes through heroically to preserve the Swift family, holding in his heart the dream that Denny will become a racing champion with Zoë at his side. Having learned what it takes to be a compassionate and successful person, the wise canine can barely wait until his next lifetime, when he is sure he will return as a man.A heart-wrenching but deeply funny and ultimately uplifting story of family, love, loyalty, and hope, The Art of Racing in the Rain is a beautifully crafted and captivating look at the wonders and absurdities of human life . . . as only a dog could tell it.

“The perfect book for anyone who knows that some of our best friends walk beside us on four legs; that compassion isn’t only for humans; and that the relationship between two souls…meant for each other never really comes to an end.”

The average customer review is currently 4.5 stars {1,670 reviews}.

 

Under One: Call Me!, John Locke & Dani Ripper {$0.99}

In this first book of a brand new series by Dani Ripper and New York Times Best Selling author, John Locke, a young, beautiful private detective is determined to find the infamous killer, ManChild. To support herself while searching, our plucky detective works as a decoy, helping jealous wives and fiancés determine if their men are likely to cheat.

“I’ve read Call Me three times. Need I say more? How about this: Five Stars!”

The average customer review is currently 4.5 stars {11 reviews}.

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