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Indie Book Blowout!

Today, there is a one day special of Kindle Books for $0.99!

Romance

“Loveable Christmas Angel” By Mimi Barbour      (paranormal romance)

“A Wizard for Christmas” By Dorothy McFalls      (paranormal romance)

“Ice Gods Christmas” By Helen Scott Taylor      (paranormal romance)

“Mine at Midnight” By Jacquie D’Alessandro      (contemporary romantic comedy)

“Be Mine For Christmas” By Alicia Street and Roy Street      (contemporary romance)

“The Awakening” By Lorhainne Eckhart      (western romance)

“A Christmas Mission: Saving the Street Boys” By Emily Nelson      (inspirational/romance)

“Moments of Gold” By Helen Scott Taylor      (romance anthology)

“Save Me, Santa!” By Nina Bruhns, Ann Charles, Rita Herron, Lois Lavrisa and Patricia Mason      (romantic suspense)

“Dirty Little Christmas” By Julie Leto      (sexy romantic suspense)

“Blue Christmas” By Taylor Lee      (sexy romantic suspense)

 

Mystery/Thriller

“My Dangerous Christmastime” By Carolyn McCray       (spy/thriller)

“Undercover Christmas” By RaShelle Workman      (police procedural)

“There’s a Dead Elf in Santa’s Workshop” By K.C. Flynn      (cozy mystery)

 

Children’s/Family/Lighthearted

“Calling All Grammies – A Christmas Tale of Friendship” By Flo Barnett      (children’s/Christmas)

“Pet Holiday Miracles” By Carolyn McCray      (pet/inspirational)

“A Christmas Gift for Baby” By Nancy Radke      (family life)

“A Father’s Love” By Lorhainne Eckhart      (historical children’s)

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: The Forever Saga: Flash, Sean C. Sousa {$0.99}

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Description of The Forever Saga: Flash:

Long ago, the first reign of Grigori Geist nearly destroyed the Earth.

Returned from exile, Geist is secretly rebuilding his kingdom beneath Antarctica, assembling his robotic Vaucan race to war against mankind. Only one obstacle remains: the war hero known as Brian Renney.

Yet Brian is losing a battle against his fears. Scars of heart and mind linger from his days in Vietnam, fueling his failures as husband and father. This embitters his youngest son, Jason – a star athlete torn between pursuing the love of his life, and meeting the demands of a father who is far from the storied army captain he once was.

And all the while, Geist is coming for them.

In this dark hour, Brian and Jason encounter a war to end all others… and an unexpected ally who, once meant for evil, shall forever be a force for good.


Accolades:

“This book is such a good read it’s hard to put down…it’s clear that this book is way more than just sci-fi. It’s got everything from action to romance, comedy to tragedy, and even a touch of mystery as the plot unfolds with more than a few unexpected discoveries.”

“Sean Sousa does an amazing job at creating a world unique to his story while creating very believable and relatable characters. The sci-fi is riveting; the romance tugs at your heart strings; the comedy is gold.”

“…A great first offering by a very gifted writer. Sean Sousa grabs your attention with 60 ft robots and hidden cities of 100 million people. He then weaves this tale with real people with real lives and real relational issues. Sean builds the depth in his characters until you really care about their struggles. The book is full of action, heroics, and good vs evil but it also is full of flawed people, heartache, tears and laughter…I can’t wait for book 2.”


Amazon Reader Reviews:

The Forever Saga: Flash currently has a Amazon reader review rating of 4.9 stars, with 8 reviews! Read the reviews here!

 

The Forever Saga: Flash is available for purchase at:

Amazon Kindle for $0.99

 

Excerpt from The Forever Saga: Flash:

Prince Ahya laid eyes upon his kingdom for the first time – and was desperate to escape it.

He observed his people – blissful yet enslaved, with no will of their own – and refused to let the same fate befall the Earth. That was why, despite the grandeur of the kingdom before him, the prince could not obey his king, Grigori Geist. It was Dietrich Schmidt, the prince’s only ally, who had convinced him that he could be more than an instrument of destruction; but rather, a freer of the enslaved. It would begin with an escape from the city, the exposure of Geist to the outside world, and the rallying of allies to their cause.

The prince surveyed the city of Regnum Aeturnum, a megalopolis of over one hundred million people, built from a round, basin-shaped cavern excavated beneath the continent of Antarctica. Gleaming towers, temples, ramparts, and terraces sprang from the city floor, while Aether, a second city, hung from the cavern ceiling above. This suspended series of towers comprised a glowing ceiling of blue-white light – imitating the true sky, far above, that Prince Ahya had never witnessed.

Ahya…the meaning of the prince’s name was never given to him, nor could he discern it. Frustrated, the prince stood on an open air balcony on the lower levels of the Great Spire, an hourglass-shaped fortress of gleaming white quartz that lay in the center of Regnum Aeturnum, and the only structure that reached both cavern floor and ceiling. The Great Spire had been the prince’s home for the entirety of his young life.

In the solitude of the balcony, the prince watched and waited for his opportunity. Ahead of him, the Jupiter Terrace – the primary road of the city – stretched out from the base of the Great Spire toward the castle-like Gate of Ishtar, twenty-eight miles away. It was a dangerous gauntlet to run. In his youth and inexperience, the prince was not at the height of his power, nor did he expect Geist to simply let him leave. Despite the peculiar sensation of doubt creeping from his chest to the ends of his limbs, the prince had to try. Until he succeeded, millions of citizens would remain Geist’s puppets.

The prince spoke aloud with resolve in his voice. “Is it time?”

A quiet, slightly hoarse voice answered, heard only by the prince. “It is.”

At this, the prince leapt over the railing of the terrace, falling hundreds of feet below and sliding along the base of the Great Spire as it leveled off toward the ground. Such a fall did not faze the prince, for he was not made of flesh and blood, but of metal and circuitry – his sixty-foot body adorned in shining plates of gray armor, sculpted as like broad human muscles. As the prince sprinted from the Great Spire to the Jupiter Terrace, his glowing red eyes burned with determination – like Dietrich, he wished not only to escape Geist, but to one day defeat him.

 

The Forever Saga: Flash is available for purchase at:

Amazon Kindle for $0.99

 

Connect with Sean C. Sousa:

Author Website: www.theforeversaga.com

Author Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Forever-Saga-by-Sean-Sousa/46622244222?ref=hl

Author Twitter Page: https://twitter.com/SeanCSousa


THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: The Forever Saga: Flash, Sean C. Sousa {$0.99}

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Description of The Forever Saga: Flash:

Long ago, the first reign of Grigori Geist nearly destroyed the Earth.

Returned from exile, Geist is secretly rebuilding his kingdom beneath Antarctica, assembling his robotic Vaucan race to war against mankind. Only one obstacle remains: the war hero known as Brian Renney.

Yet Brian is losing a battle against his fears. Scars of heart and mind linger from his days in Vietnam, fueling his failures as husband and father. This embitters his youngest son, Jason – a star athlete torn between pursuing the love of his life, and meeting the demands of a father who is far from the storied army captain he once was.

And all the while, Geist is coming for them.

In this dark hour, Brian and Jason encounter a war to end all others… and an unexpected ally who, once meant for evil, shall forever be a force for good.


Accolades:

“This book is such a good read it’s hard to put down…it’s clear that this book is way more than just sci-fi. It’s got everything from action to romance, comedy to tragedy, and even a touch of mystery as the plot unfolds with more than a few unexpected discoveries.”

“Sean Sousa does an amazing job at creating a world unique to his story while creating very believable and relatable characters. The sci-fi is riveting; the romance tugs at your heart strings; the comedy is gold.”

“…A great first offering by a very gifted writer. Sean Sousa grabs your attention with 60 ft robots and hidden cities of 100 million people. He then weaves this tale with real people with real lives and real relational issues. Sean builds the depth in his characters until you really care about their struggles. The book is full of action, heroics, and good vs evil but it also is full of flawed people, heartache, tears and laughter…I can’t wait for book 2.”


Amazon Reader Reviews:

The Forever Saga: Flash currently has a Amazon reader review rating of 4.9 stars, with 8 reviews! Read the reviews here!

 

The Forever Saga: Flash is available for purchase at:

Amazon Kindle for $0.99

 

Excerpt from The Forever Saga: Flash:

Prince Ahya laid eyes upon his kingdom for the first time – and was desperate to escape it.

He observed his people – blissful yet enslaved, with no will of their own – and refused to let the same fate befall the Earth. That was why, despite the grandeur of the kingdom before him, the prince could not obey his king, Grigori Geist. It was Dietrich Schmidt, the prince’s only ally, who had convinced him that he could be more than an instrument of destruction; but rather, a freer of the enslaved. It would begin with an escape from the city, the exposure of Geist to the outside world, and the rallying of allies to their cause.

The prince surveyed the city of Regnum Aeturnum, a megalopolis of over one hundred million people, built from a round, basin-shaped cavern excavated beneath the continent of Antarctica. Gleaming towers, temples, ramparts, and terraces sprang from the city floor, while Aether, a second city, hung from the cavern ceiling above. This suspended series of towers comprised a glowing ceiling of blue-white light – imitating the true sky, far above, that Prince Ahya had never witnessed.

Ahya…the meaning of the prince’s name was never given to him, nor could he discern it. Frustrated, the prince stood on an open air balcony on the lower levels of the Great Spire, an hourglass-shaped fortress of gleaming white quartz that lay in the center of Regnum Aeturnum, and the only structure that reached both cavern floor and ceiling. The Great Spire had been the prince’s home for the entirety of his young life.

In the solitude of the balcony, the prince watched and waited for his opportunity. Ahead of him, the Jupiter Terrace – the primary road of the city – stretched out from the base of the Great Spire toward the castle-like Gate of Ishtar, twenty-eight miles away. It was a dangerous gauntlet to run. In his youth and inexperience, the prince was not at the height of his power, nor did he expect Geist to simply let him leave. Despite the peculiar sensation of doubt creeping from his chest to the ends of his limbs, the prince had to try. Until he succeeded, millions of citizens would remain Geist’s puppets.

The prince spoke aloud with resolve in his voice. “Is it time?”

A quiet, slightly hoarse voice answered, heard only by the prince. “It is.”

At this, the prince leapt over the railing of the terrace, falling hundreds of feet below and sliding along the base of the Great Spire as it leveled off toward the ground. Such a fall did not faze the prince, for he was not made of flesh and blood, but of metal and circuitry – his sixty-foot body adorned in shining plates of gray armor, sculpted as like broad human muscles. As the prince sprinted from the Great Spire to the Jupiter Terrace, his glowing red eyes burned with determination – like Dietrich, he wished not only to escape Geist, but to one day defeat him.

 

The Forever Saga: Flash is available for purchase at:

Amazon Kindle for $0.99

 

Connect with Sean C. Sousa:

Author Website: www.theforeversaga.com

Author Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Forever-Saga-by-Sean-Sousa/46622244222?ref=hl

Author Twitter Page: https://twitter.com/SeanCSousa


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Blood Melt (Blood Melt Seth Cometh)
Max W. Miller
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All aliens visiting Earth are not little green things with exaggerated, oval shaped eyes. That’s what Avani Darrisaw found out when she gazed into the honey-brown irises of Seth, a prince from Amarka.

Sixteen year old Avani always knew there was more to the story about this secret war her father fought in—a war never broadcasted on the evening news. But when Counselor Vivian Brashear came from Savannah, Georgia, to her home in Winston Salem, her frustrations mounted even higher. The woman tells Avani that an alien Star Warrior has chosen her to help him come to earth, and that he must have talks with her. Avani tries to shrug-off the woman’s comments as the ranting of a lunatic, but still, her heart could not deny the gorgeous stranger now showing up in her dreams.

Pressured on every side, Avani feels she has no choice but to have these talks with Seth. Soon, their meetings throws the feisty teen into a tail spin for more reasons than one. Seth is trapped in a sphere and needs Avani to save him. She’d have to agree to undergo a ceremony, the Blood Melt, where Seth requires a deadly evacuation of her blood. As if the Blood Melt Ceremony wasn’t scary enough, if she consents to save him, a Walfarian Spiker, sworn enemy of the Amarkarues, would track and try to assassinate her. Find out whether Avani will risk her life to save Seth, and in return, how can Seth save her when he is imprisoned inside a disintegrating sphere?

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Past Suspicion (Christian Romantic Suspense)
Therese Heckenkamp ~ FREE

“Don’t trust anyone…” So whispers Robin’s mother just moments before she dies.

Uprooted from all she’s ever known, 17-year-old Robin Finley is sent to her mother’s old hometown to live with an uncle she’s never met. The town is small, but it shelters big secrets. Robin encounters two mysterious young men, a tragic mansion, and disturbing questions about the past. While unraveling the threads of her mother’s shrouded life, Robin meets more confusion. Her soul longs for peace and her heart yearns for love–yet she’s consumed by suspicion and fear. Why did her mother flee this town so many years ago and never return? Robin’s determination to discover the truth ensnares her in a tangled web that spans the years and threatens to destroy her future.

{4.2 Stars, 28 Reviews}


The Bet
, David Brown ~ Free!

Richard Kepperman was on top of his game until blowing the whistle on his high powered Atlanta accounting firm. Black balled from the financial arena, on the verge of bankruptcy, he returns to his roots in coastal Georgia to be near his aging grandfather, Clayton. Frustrated and underemployed, he is an easy mark when approached by a stranger who offers to bet ten million dollars that he can capture Richard within a span of thirty days. In return, Richard will be required to risk all that he holds dear.

Given a twenty four hour head start, Richard embarks on an odyssey that will forever change the way he views love, life, friendship and the power of money. On the run, he encounters forces that threaten to do irreparable damage to his sanity and rip his family to shreds. Fighting to stay alive, Richard uncovers the startling truth about the deaths of his parents and learns that the real power behind the stranger is a man who harbors a sixty year old grudge against Clayton and is willing to commit unspeakable atrocities to satisfy his desire for revenge.

{4.2 stars, 43 reviews}

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: The Zen Man, Colleen Collins {FREE!}

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Description of The Zen Man:

Semifinalist Best Indie Books of 2012, The Kindle Book Reviews

Just as washed-up criminal defense attorney, life-long Deadhead (nickname “The Zen Man”), and current PI Rick Levine decides to get relicensed as a lawyer, he’s charged with killing one and ends up in the slammer with a half-mil bail.

Released on bond, Rick and his girlfriend Laura have 30 days to find the real killer. In the course of their investigations, they dig for dirt among Denver’s shady legal backrooms to its tony corporate centers. Dodging bullets, a kidnapping, trumped-up charges and the FBI’s unwanted intervention, Rick and Laura continue tracking key suspects who have motive…eventually learning that true redemption begins at home.


Accolades:

“A brilliant mystery novel…I eagerly await the return of the Zen Man.”

~Becky Sherriff, The Kindle Book Review

“What I didn’t expect were the touches of romantic language, as delicate and erotic as a glance by Humphrey Bogart from under his hat. I also didn’t expect the humorous touches in what is essentially one man’s life-or-death fight to save his soul, his business and the love of his life.”

~Bonnie Ramthun, multi-published mystery and YA author

“Move over Sam Spade, Nick and Nora; make room for a Denver who-dun-it, Colleen Collins’s The Zen Man. Brilliant and fast-paced writing. I couldn’t put it down.”

~ Donnell Ann Bell,
 Award-Winning Author of The Past Came Hunting

“Readers of mystery are going to love Colleen Collins’s novel THE ZEN MAN. It is a fast paced who-done-it that will keep you turning pages and guessing to the very end.”

~Mrs. Mommy Booknerd’s Book Reviews

“I loved every single word of The Zen Man!”

~ Delores Fossen, USA Today Best-selling Author


Amazon Reader Reviews:

The Zen Man currently has a Amazon reader review rating of 4.1 stars, with 22 reviews! Read the reviews here!

 

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Excerpt from The Zen Man:

One

“The next person who says Merry Christmas to me, I’ll kill ’em.”—The Thin Man, 1934

The obstacle is the path.—Zen proverb

Five years of being clean and sober nearly tanked as I watched a bad piece of my past trudging across the parking lot in my direction. She was far enough away that I couldn’t make out her features, or her companion’s for that matter, but I knew the car parked behind them better than I knew my own soul. Losing that car had hurt worse than losing the house, the marriage, maybe even my career. Funny how a lump of tricked-out metal can do that to a man.

I glanced at the clock. In an hour, Laura and I would start greeting a school of fifty-five sharks from Colorado’s Criminal Defense Association—CrimDefs to those in the know—who were spending their annual retreat at our lodge, technically Laura’s as she’d put up the dough, the Dinosaur Foot Bed and Breakfast and Hot Springs. We’d wanted to name it something less Barney-like, but this area had been called Dinosaur Foot—after the dinosaur prints and fossils in the region—for generations, going back to the Ute tribe who’d conducted spiritual journeys to the area, so it’d seemed smart to keep the name.

“Something wrong?” Laura stood next to me at the kitchen sink, wiping dry another holly-and-berry etched wine glass for our upcoming guests. She wore tight jeans—the kind of tight that could make a man almost forget his troubles—and a blue cashmere cardigan that matched her eyes. But the best was her face. When she frothed her hair and slicked red on her pouty lips, like she’d done today, she looked like Grace Slick in her prime before Jefferson Airplane nose-dived.

Laura, at thirty-five, was definitely in her prime, too. But underneath that hot-rock-chick Slick surface, beat the heart of a geek who loved tinkering with computers, a skill she’d applied as a senior manager at the telecommunications giant TeleForce, headquartered in nearby Denver, until her recent early retirement. One of those forced situations due to company downsizing.

When I didn’t answer, she craned her neck to peer out the window over the sink, leaning so close I could smell her familiar scent, a honey-lavender perfume that, depending on my mood, could craze me or chill me.

“What, those people heading up from the parking lot?”

“Yeah.” It was a long trek from the lot, several hundred feet that included a lung-stretching hike up stairs to reach the higher ground of the lodge. I’ve been tempted to put a sign down there—“Warning 150 steps ahead”—because after making it to the top, one feels like a basketball player at the foul line toward the end of a gut-busting game. Fortunately, after reaching the grounds of the lodge, the only other exertion they’d experience might be hiking in nearby wildflower meadows during the summer, snowshoeing in the winter, or indoor sports all year around in one of the lodge rooms or rustic cabins that edged several natural hot spring pools.

“Probably early arrivals for the retreat,” Laura murmured. “Know them?”

“One of ’em.”

“You must have super-hero eyesight because all I see is a short blonde and a tall man.”

“You’re not looking at the whole picture.”

Laura glanced over her shoulder at me, her left eye squinting. “What?”

“Check the parking lot.”

We call it a parking lot, but it’s more like a monster-size circle of chewed-up gravel at the bottom of the hill. Currently, three cars were parked there—Laura’s blue Dodge Durango, my gray ‘90 Pontiac Firebird, and a sleek yellow number that glistened like a molded cube of melting butter under the late afternoon sun.

“Who in their right mind would paint a car crayon yellow?”

“That’s no mere car, that’s a 2002 Millennium Yellow Z06 Corvette,” I said, feeling a creeping tightness in my jaw. “And the color is called competition yellow, not crayon.”

A gust of wind triggered a chaotic metallic tune from the wind chimes dangling outside the kitchen window.

She settled back onto the heels of her Skechers, those plump lips forming a small “o” of realization. “So that’s…”

“Mellow Yellow.” License plate used to say that, too. MLO YLO. From what people had told me, it now read WAS HIS.

Her eyes glistened with a you-poor-little-boy look a thirty-six-year-old man shouldn’t like.

It’d been Laura’s idea to host the CrimDefs’ retreat because it’d be a great way to kick off our grand opening, but I think she was more interested in my having an opportunity to pitch Levine Investigations to potential clients. I mean, what better investigator for a lawyer to hire than a former lawyer? Nevertheless, I’d fought the idea of hosting the retreat at our place with all the fury a decades-long Deadhead can muster—which meant I’d mumbled and shrugged a lot. The problem is ninety percent of the CrimDefs feel one of two ways about me—they either hate my guts or view me as rabidly unstable—so the whole notion of my pitching anything to them was akin to defending myself by tossing veggie burritos to fend off bullets from a firing squad.

But Laura kept reminding me no PI in the state had my credentials, namely eight years experience as a high-profile trial attorney, and that although I couldn’t give legal advice to clients, I could anticipate most lawyers’ legal needs before they arose. All of which meant I could charge more per hour than my gumshoe competitors. Such money logic inspired me to pitch my services.

That is, until that blonde, my ex-wife, arrived on the scene in Mellow.

In the years since we’d been divorced, one of her favorite pastimes had been announcing loudly and often what an exceptionally irresponsible, deranged asshole I was. I’ll cop to some past behaviors, but now that I was clean and sober I liked proving to the world that I had it together again.

“So this means the blonde who’ll soon be at our door is Wicked.”

Short for Wicked Wench of the West, my favorite reference to said ex. The bad piece of history who’d make damn sure dirt stuck to my rep this weekend just when I’d hoped to sway a little professional sentiment my way. I rinsed another soapy wine glass under the kitchen faucet. Oh, if rinsing off the debris of my past were so easy.

“Who’s that man she’s with?” Laura accepted the dripping glass from me.

“Some dude headed down a feelin-bad road.” They’d finally reached the top of the stairs, undoubtedly winded, which accounted for their snail’s pace along the curving cement walk to the lodge’s front door. As they drew closer, a wave of betrayal mixed with pity washed over me.

“Sam Wexler,” I muttered.

Laura froze, holding a half-dried glass mid-air. “Your former law partner?”

I grunted affirmatively.

“Wicked is Sam’s date this weekend?” She frowned. “Isn’t he married?”

“Guess wifey’s out of town.”

I thought about Sam’s wife Fern and her uncomplicated, small-town ways. She canned peaches, knitted sweaters, raised the children. Just add water and mix the perfect housewife, which is why I’d always thought he’d married her. She was the earth while he played with fire.

Laura shook her head slowly as she set aside the dried glass. She despised people who cheated on their partners, a fact I knew ‘cause that’s how we met. Almost a year ago, she’d found me in the online yellow pages under “private investigators” and hired me to follow her fiancé, whom she suspected of cheating. He was, she dumped him, and I promptly asked her out. Best snap decision I ever made.

“Wicked’s a lawyer, right?”

“Criminal defense, just like Sam and everyone else registered for the retreat.” Just like I used to be.

“Considering how many CrimDefs didn’t want to attend because of—”

“My drug-addled rep—”

“Actually I was going to say due to winter travel…anyway, considering Wicked’s unresolved anger over your divorce, it surprises me she decided to show up. Of course, there’s plenty of room.”

With six chalet-style cabins that accommodated four to six people each, and twelve guest rooms upstairs, all with fold-out couches, we could’ve easily fit another dozen or so attendees.

“No wonder Sam reserved an entire cabin for himself,” I mumbled. Poor Fern.

“If Wicked plans to stay for the entire retreat, I’ll add an extra charge to his room.”  “Make it enough to cover the mortgage.”  Laura laughed, a throaty, unrestrained sound that always gave me a rush.

“I’m sorry she and Mellow showed up.” She brushed a light kiss against my cheek. “Didn’t you say a few days ago that the world is ruled by letting things take their course?”

“Stole that line from Lao-Tzu, who obviously never had Wicked steamrolling toward his front door.”

Laura smiled knowingly. “This weekend will be okay. Trust me.”

Anxiety did a mean little tap-dance on my nerves.

 

 

The Zen Man is available for purchase at:

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Connect with Colleen Collins:

Author Website: http://www.colleencollins.net/

Author Twitter Page: https://twitter.com/writingpis

Book website: http://thezenman.com/

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Pearls of Asia: A Love Story, Lee Geiger {$2.99 or Borrow FREE w/Prime!}

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A beloved San Francisco anchorwoman is found murdered in her palatial Nob Hill home, and detective Mac Fleet is assigned the biggest homicide case The City by the Bay has seen in years. The investigation leads to PEARLS OF ASIA, a stylish restaurant where the food and drinks are nearly as exotic as the waitresses. Mac crawls down a rabbit hole and comes face to face with the restaurant’s uniquely captivating servers–and discovers a lifestyle full of drama, humor and high heels. As

the case heats up, so does Mac’s romantic interest in the primary murder suspect, whose exquisite beauty and fascinating personality compel him to cross the line between his personal impulses and professional responsibilities. Ultimately, the ruggedly handsome detective is moved to make a decision he never dreamed of.

 

Accolades:

From Kirkus Reviews:  ”…portrays with emotional depth and complexity.” ”…a fast-paced romp with plenty of plot twists.” ”An enjoyable, intelligent read that triumphs…”

From Amazon page:  ”Pearls are found deep in the ocean, in a world shut away from light. Lee Geiger’s novel brings this world to the surface where his uncanny characters are conveyed through a balance between candor and humor– the result brings such an unexpected warmth to the book. This love story is truly singular, communicating lessons to a world that seeks to label rather than celebrate differences, finding strength in your self rather than other people’s expectations, and that love no matter where it comes unites us all. I look forward to meeting Victoriia Parker in another book, in the real world or the movies!”

From Amazon page:  ”Terrific book by this new author! This complex subject has been interestingly explored and is definitely enlightening while adding a spicy and provocative mystery to the mix. Looking forward to your next book!”


Review Ratings:

Pearls of Asia: A Love Story currently has a review rating of 4.7 stars from 23 reviews. Read the reviews here.

 

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An excerpt from Pearls of Asia: A Love Story:

THE MODEST SIGN OUTSIDE Pearls of Asia said in small letters “since 1998.” Located at the corner of Ninth and Howard streets, in a neighborhood called South of Market, or SOMA for short, the restaurant was located one block away from Folsom Street, where San Francisco’s gay leather subculture thrived. Folsom was home for the notorious Folsom Street Fair, San Francisco’s annual celebration of bondage, discipline, submission, and masochism. You won’t find a Disney store anywhere in the neighborhood.

Mac watched an assortment of customers stream into the restaurant. They would first walk past a glass door, speak to a host, and then proceed through a floor length black curtain. A black stretch limousine was parked near the entrance, and six women wearing skimpy clothing and celebrating a bachelorette party tumbled out onto the street, each one already fortified with a healthy dose of liquid courage.

A slight Asian man wearing a black silk shirt, red silk tie, and black leather pants greeted Mac at the door. His jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail, and his head was bobbing to the pulsating beat of the music. Mac pushed back the curtain and looked inside. Judging from the volume of voices and music, this wasn’t just a restaurant. It was a party.

Mr. Ponytail escorted Mac and gave him a seat at the very far end of the bar, right next to what appeared to be the stage. “Mister, if you don’t mind me saying so, you are one hot looking dude. I just gave you the best seat in the house. The girls are going to owe me big time for this. Don’t be surprised if you get molested.”

Mac had never seen a place like this. The restaurant consisted of a single windowless room that had just enough space for the hundred or so diners. The room was divided in two, with bar tables, chairs, and a long bench and upholstered red leather backrest on one side, and dining tables on the other. A forty-foot U-shaped bar dominated the room; one half for serving customers, the other half raised slightly higher and covered in red rubberized vinyl to make it look like a catwalk. The high ceiling was painted black and adorned with spotlights, and several Asian-influenced papier-mâché chandeliers hung from the ceiling. One wall was accented in lime green paint and massive stalks of bamboo set at dramatic angles, while two others featured color morphing shoji screen walls that changed from pink to blue

to gold. The room was more than just sexy and intimate. It was sensuous.

The scenery was eclectic. Mac noticed every flavor of freewheeling humanity you’d expect to find in San Francisco; lesbian couples holding hands; a table of gay men laughing and giving each other high-fives; a group of straight looking financial types in dark suits hoisting martinis in every color of the rainbow; a gaggle of

middle-aged women getting sloshed and silly; an older couple, licking away at ice cream cones, wearing khaki hiking shorts and talking in what sounded like Swedish. Not to mention the table of drunken bachelorettes, already toasting each other with a round of tequila shots.

Everyone seemed to be having an outrageously good time.

Above all else, what really caught Mac’s eye were three stunning Asian women scurrying around the restaurant, serving drinks and taking orders. They wore full stage makeup and five-inch heels that didn’t slow down their mad dashes around the room one bit. One wore a tight-fitting strapless amber tube dress, while another had on an off the shoulder tiger-striped mini-dress. They were chatting up the crowd and appeared to be flirting with every man or woman they came in contact with.

Mac ordered a beer. Laid out on the glossy wood bar in front of him were red and white napkins and flame-colored chopsticks folded together in an origami-style sculpture. Mac smiled as he scanned the red leather bound menu featuring dishes best described as Cal-Asian cuisine, with delicious sounding cocktails named after exotic women:  Diamond’s Daiquiri, Nadia’s Navel, and Reyna’s Love Potion. There was even a three-course combination special called a Ménage a Trois. You had to love a place like this.

Thirty minutes had passed and Mac still hadn’t seen Sheyla Samonte.

He asked the bicep bulging bartender wearing a tight black t-shirt and spiked hair where she was.

“Oh, you mean Jasmine,” he answered. “Sheyla’s her real name, but when she’s working here she calls herself Jasmine. She came in late today. She’s probably downstairs getting ready. Jasmine is the star of the next show, the featured dancer, so she’ll be going on second. Ashley leads off, and she’ll be onstage in a minute or so. I’d put on a seatbelt if I were you.”

The three Asian waitresses walked up and gathered behind Mac. Though they were speaking Tagalog, the native tongue of the Philippines, Mac could tell they were sizing him up like a prized steer at a cattle auction. “Ang mga mata, sarap gumising sa tabi n’ya?” (Can you  imagine waking up to those blue eyes?) “Ang sarap halikan nga mga labing yan.” (I would love to kiss those lips.) “Ano ka ba? Dedma ang mga mata at labi; sight mo ang mga kamay…ang lalaki!” (What’s up with you? Forget the eyes and lips; check out those hands…they’re huge!) They must have liked his suit.

Mr. Ponytail sat a young couple next to Mac. The girlfriend had brought her boyfriend to Pearls of Asia for his birthday. Mac made small talk and wished him a happy birthday by buying a round of drinks. Mac soon realized he was having too good a time. He was still on the job, and though he wanted to be cool, he first needed to be a cop.

Without warning, the music died and the lights dimmed. The pulsating rhythm of “Umbrella” by Rihanna began to play, and the table of bachelorettes shrieked in glorious delight. A single spotlight switched on, and standing like a statue in the middle of the bar was Ashley, an enchanting Asian woman with legs that soared to her neck. Her dirty blonde hair flowed down to her waist, and it was straighter than half the men in the room. Carrying an umbrella as a prop, Ashley was

wearing a black leather dress, fishnet stockings, and red stiletto heels. Topping off her seductive outfit was a gold sequined bowler. Mac closed his menu and placed it back on the bar. There were times to think about food. This wasn’t one of them.

Ashley’s Ferrari red lips moved in synch with the suggestive lyrics, and her tiptoeing spins, razor-sharp movements and hair tossing turns soon had the room in a frenzy. She was having fun without being freaky, sexy without being tawdry. The room was rocking like a Dick Clark New Year’s Eve party.

Midway through her number, Ashley paused, brought her hands to her chest, and angrily ripped off her dress. The audience gasped at first, and then like a massive wave hitting the beach, followed it up with a thunderous roar. In less time than it took to flip on a light switch, the energy inside Pearls of Asia went from festive to fierce.

Ashley tossed her dress at a table of men lusting for leather. Wearing a lacy black bra, red patent leather shorts, and a smile that could halt an armada, Ashley placed her hands on her hips and lifted her head high. Looking like a Parisian model, she held the provocative pose for the scores of flashes from cameras and smart

phones. Armed with a pair of voluptuous breasts, much too perfect to be found in nature, Ashley then turned and strutted toward Mac.

Standing directly above him, and grinding her hips like a misbehaving schoolgirl, Ashley fell to her knees, threw back her hair, and gave Mac an up close and personal tour of her flawless décolletage. With lights flashing all around him, Mac rose up from his chair, only to have Ashley use her umbrella to shove him back into submission. So much for being cool.

The song came to an end, and the crowd rose to its feet. As Ashley walked off the stage to a rousing standing ovation, Mac was left with two thoughts. Where did she get that ultra-firm ass? And what was up, literally and figuratively, with that feeling in the nether region of his pants?

“Who is that girl?” shouted the girlfriend to nobody in particular.

“Is she new? What an incredible dancer. She is so…damn…sexy!”

“Her name is Ashley,” the bartender yelled over the din. “She’s only been here a couple of weeks. I think she’s going to be one of the best dancers we’ve ever had.”

Soon the noise died down and an expectant hush came over the room.

The haunting introductory notes of Bonnie Raitt’s “Let’s Give Them Something To Talk About” began to play, and emerging from the darkness strolled the second performer of the night, the much-anticipated Jasmine.

She did not disappoint. Wearing a shiny blue cocktail dress that featured a never-ending slit, and a black feather boa that framed her sensational cleavage, Jasmine’s natural beauty sucked the oxygen right out of the room. She had the chiseled cheekbones of a model, the lithe body of a runner, and the presence of a beauty queen. She had a major in glamour, with a minor in charisma.

Unlike Ashley, who bounced along the stage like an over inflated soccer ball, Jasmine moved with the effortless grace of a swan, mesmerizing the audience with an air of sophistication and style.

Camera lights flashed all around, like a crowd of tourists jostling to get a picture of the Mona Lisa. Mac stood straight up in his chair and stared.

He was captivated, infatuated, and more awestruck than if he’d just seen Joe Montana.

The mood in the room became downright reverential. Mac overheard the girlfriend whisper to her boyfriend, “That’s Jasmine. She’s the one I told you about. Would you ever imagine?”

Jasmine radiated dignity and elegance, and she danced across the stage like a spoiled Siamese cat. As the song neared its climax, she turned and slinked her way toward Mac. Upon arrival, Jasmine dangled the boa in front of his face, dropped down onto her knees, and wrapped the feathery rope around his neck. She then pulled Mac’s head next to hers, placed her lips on his, and gave Mac a deep, wet, passionate kiss on his mouth. Instead of pulling away, Mac closed his eyes, arched his neck, and held the kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Hers were the softest lips he had ever felt.

The audience erupted in pandemonium. Jasmine rose to her feet, gave Mac a flirtatious wink, and strolled off the stage. She did more than entertain the audience. She owned them.

The lights returned and the house music boomed. Mac sat back down on his chair, his mind on sensory overload. The young couple laughed, and the boyfriend gave Mac a high-five.

“So how do you like sitting in the Hot Seat?” asked the girlfriend.

“The girls do that to everyone who sits there.”

“Incredible…fantastic.” Mac was practically speechless, which happened about as often as a San Francisco blizzard.

“It is, isn’t it?” enthused the girlfriend. “And you would never know, would you?”

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