Saturday, March 31, 2018

GREAT NEWS: Pure Innocence is only 99 c and book two is available on April 8th


Is 99 cents

4/1 to 4/4 2018 for the US
4/1/ to 4/5 for Britian

To celebrate the arrival
Of book 2

The extraordinary life of Amy Winston:
Love’s Betrayals
Book one begins when Amy is 5 days old. The reason I began it at such an age is because Amy's life had already taken a turn for the worse until Colonel John Winston, who was returning from the Napolian Wars, spotted a young girl holding a baby in her arms, standing on the edge of a dangerous cliff that could fall at any time. 

Determined to save the young girl and her baby, John risked his life to save them even as the cliff gave way. Amy, upon realizing she was falling even as she stood on ground, tossed her baby to John. Unfortunately, she lacked the strength to toss the baby far enough, so John leapt off the cliff and grabbed the bundle mid-air.

Fortunately, John had tied himself into a window-washer seat before the cliff gave way. Although as he continued to fall down the cliff with the baby in his arms, he began to worry that his men had failed to secure the rope. Had that been the case, this would have been a sad and very short story.

Fortunately, the rope had been secured and John and the baby were saved. Sadly the young mother was not so lucky. John soon learned that Amy's father, Mr. Goodheart, had tossed her and her baby out into the streets because she refused to name the father of her child. Instead, she kept insisting she had laid with no man. 

However, before the cliff had given way, the girl spoke of the angel in her dreams. She described his younger brother who had died eight months before. 

Then Gunther, one of the many soldiers he brought home with him, noticed the baby bore a cherry birthmark, a trait in the Winston line. 
Determined to save he baby John took her to a farm woman on his property who was still breast feeding her baby boy. However, when he asked her to feed the child, the woman refused, declaring the child to be Satan's.

John insisted the child was his brothers, and if she didn't feed it, he would send the entire family from his lands. Fortunately, Gunther showed them the cherry mark on the tiny baby's wrist, proving the child was a Winston.

And while the farm woman and her husband were now convinced, the remainder of the town persisted in believing Amy was the spawn of the devil. They blamed her for everything bad that happened in their lives.

They did try to kill her countless times, only the child was well-guarded by four deadly soldiers. So the town just waited for the guards to grow old and careless or for John Winston to die.

But waiting did NOT set well with the town!





BLURB
For some, Amy is an angel incarnate; for others, she is the child of Satan. In her early years, Amy learns the skills of a soldier and discovers she can heal with the touch of her hand. Upon the death of her beloved Uncle John, he stays as a protective ghost to assist the soldiers in their vigilant efforts to keep her safe. Never has a girl arrived at Madam Cousec’s School for Young Ladies with more charm, more friends, or greater protection. She’ll need them all to survive the head girl and set her future in motion.

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The Amazing Life of Amy Winston
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Book 3
Lies & Deceit
Book 3
will be released: July 8th


A Peek at book 2:
Amy has finished her schooling and goes to London.
She expects her Guardian: Nicolas to allow her and best friend, Domnika to allow them to take charge of her winery six months early.

BLURB
When Amy and her friend Domnika arrive in London, she discovers her guardian, Nicolas, is under the thrall of his ‘perfect’ wife. Neither is happy she has come. The only person who seems pleased with her arrival is the handsome valet, Antonio, who turns out to be far more than a servant.
Needing to escape her guardian’s care, Amy and Domnika take refuge at a fellow schoolmate’s home. Antonio leaves Nicolas’ service and becomes one of her many protectors. Unlike the other protectors, he becomes the first of many admirers that vie for her hand.

All the while, Nicolas continues to prove over and over that he is not the fine fellow her uncle had thought.
***


Amy turned her attention back to her pompous guardian. “Nicolas, we are old friends, you and I. Stop pacing and say what has you so concerned.”

Nicolas stopped as commanded and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his. He smiled at her, but it was not particularly a happy smile. “Amy, you know I have been fond of you since you were but a small child.”

There was a time he would have said ‘love’. She did not miss the reduction to fondness. “Why are you unhappy? Is it that you do not want me here?”

“No,” he assured her. “I am very glad to see you looking all grown up. Only…”

“Only what?”

He frowned and suddenly changed the topic. “Your friend Domnika, does she have family or relatives in town?”

Amy thought she understood his line of thinking. “Domnika and I are inseparable. I’ll not send her off because she likes to make fun of the absurd.”

Nicolas frowned. “I would have described it as a penchant for rudeness, which I fear Sicily will find quite intolerable.”

Amy sighed. “I will try to keep her away from Sicily as much as possible then.”

“If she had family in London, I think it would be far better if she were to stay with them. You would go as well, of course, and I understand that, but still I think it would be better.”

“Domnika has no family or friends in London we can impose upon. However, if you find our company such an imposition, then I promise we will only stay a few weeks and then with a letter from you to the manager of the winery, we’ll go on to my estate in Italy.” Amy tried very hard to hide the pain Nicolas’ words had caused.

“Your estate?” he asked in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The winery in Italy. It is mine, is it not?”

Uncle John burst into angry curses and threats, all directed at Nicolas.

Lucky Nicolas could not hear him.

“There is a provision for you to have the property in Italy, if that is what you wish. However, I had not considered the matter decided. After all, you might wish to have another property instead, but we will address that when you have reached the age of maturity, which is twenty-one, if I recall.”

With inhuman force, a book flew across the room and struck Nicolas solidly in the chest.

Amy jumped up and stared at the book and then at Uncle John in shock.

“Do not admit you see me,” Uncle John warned. “He will no doubt have you put away in Bedlam, the damnable scoundrel!”

Amy blinked and returned her focus on Nicolas. “Father Duncan said you put it in my name a year ago, but you would remain guardian until I reached the age of eighteen. That is in six months. It had been my plan to remain here those six months, but given how little my company is wanted, I will gladly go on to my estate now, if you like.”

“Father Duncan was mistaken.”

“Didn’t he witness the signing?”


“He did witness my first attempt to turn the property over to you. Unfortunately, the solicitor I used was not an ethical man and the documents were lost rather than filed. I had new papers drawn, but the age of maturity was changed to twenty-one, I believe.”


Well, this isn't looking good for the girls!


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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Victorian Town by Nancy Thorne

VICTORIAN TOWN
by Nancy Thorne

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance with Mystery & Time Travel elements

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing







Abby Parker planned out her whole life: complete her final year of high school, go to college, get a job, move away from her insane family, stay best friends with Jessica.

But, that was before she broke into the nearby tourist attraction and unwittingly answered a call from a centuries-old spirit who dragged her into the 19th century.

Now she must solve a Victorian mystery without getting herself killed, or worse, spend a lifetime trapped in the past, leaving behind everyone she loves and altering their lives forever.

When she meets gorgeous Benjamin, the future looks a lot like wreckage.



Martha and her father walked arm in arm into the line of the Grand March while I sat and searched the room for Ben, just in case he'd changed his mind.

There must have been over a thousand people mulling about, dressed in the most beautiful clothes I'd ever seen. My mind flashed once more to Cinderella, but of course that was just a fable. Who'd want to be rescued by a prince anyway, unless it was Harry, and he's taken. Although, I had to admit it, how great it would be to have someone sweep me away from my home now and then.

My thoughts continued to drift until the Grand March came to an end. Applause sounded through gloved hands, muffled. I watched Martha and Dr. Edgecombe steer themselves between the many twosomes.

Piano chords and single notes played a rhythmic pattern and I recognized the song as a waltz. I couldn't remember how I knew this, but knew it nonetheless. One-two-three, One-two-three.

The woman I'd met on Main Street earlier in the day, the woman with the guard geese, sat next to me. I didn't recognize her at first, though. She was dressed in an emerald green gown, and three feathers towered above her thick, curly black hair. All that hair was squished under that frilly cap?

"So nice to see you again," she said. A truly magnificent evening. A multitude of colors paraded past.

"Truly," I said, placing my fingers along my cheek to expose the ring. She noticed it right away, but the reaction I hoped for didn't materialize. She only asked again about Little Current and exactly how long my train ride had been, and if I traveled from the north, south, east or west.

What direction is the future? Martha waved her hand and smiled as she and her father swirled in front of us.

The day was beginning to feel long and I was no closer to the significance of the ring. "Please excuse me," I said to the woman as I stood.

She remained seated and with an attitude of defeat said, "Of course, my dear."

I walked over to the front of the hall and stepped outside. The ring slipped easily off my finger.

I knocked on Jess's door, hoping her parents were still at work so we could talk freely. I had gone to eighteen seventy-six this time without waiting for her to come to my place like we'd planned, and the truth is, I felt guilty about it. She opened the door and stepped outside.

"I've only got about twenty minutes. I told you on the bus I've got practice tonight. Why didn't you text? What's up?" We sat on her porch steps.

"Oh yeah, I guess we were just on the bus."

"What's going on, Abby? You're acting really weird."

"I forgot about your practice."

A realization came over her. She stood abruptly. "How could you forget when I just told you? You went back there, didn't you? You went back without telling me."


What a unique love story!

I don’t even know how to share this story without spoilers.
Thereforth, let me tell you about the author...she has done a great deal of research for this story which takes place in modern times and the Victorian era in the U.S.  She lays the town out in fabulous detail. The clothes, the houses, the blacksmith, even the privy.

The heroine, Abby, was born in modern times to an unhappy family. The only ones who seems to love her is her dog and her best friend.

By placing a ring Abby found upon her finger, she ends up in the same town, only more than a hundred years  earlier. Despite her strange clothes (she’s wearing pants), her bemoaning the loss of her cell phones, and the inability to dance properly, a family takes her in, and she adapts and falls in love with the smithy Ben.

Thus, she returns to her own time soon after. For it she stays, she’ll change history. To prove the point, she and her best friend research the town in modern time. However, when people that she loves in this past have futures that turn out less than what she wants, Abby returns to try and fix matters...several times. It’s a tricky thing when you play with the past. And the best of intentions are not a sure fix.

And I’m not saying anymore, other than READ THIS BOOK!






Nancy Thorne is an award-winning author of fiction inspired by the romance, courage and struggles of youth.


Born and raised in a suburb of Toronto, she fostered a passion for creating stories in grade school but hid it much too well. Five years ago she stepped away from the pediatric health care field to pursue her lifelong dream of telling them.


When she's not writing books or reading, she's dreaming.


Nancy lives outside of Toronto with her husband, two sons and an incredibly energetic fox-red labrador.


She loves to hear from her readers, even just to say hi.



Monday, March 26, 2018

Concealed Love by Kim Hotzon

CONCEALED LOVE
by Kim Hotzon

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing






Brooke Anderson dreams of escaping her troubled past and starting her own business as an event planner. When she crosses paths with her childhood crush, Adam, she falls hard for him and their relationship promises to be her salvation.


But Brooke's ex-boyfriend, Carlos, is a vengeful drug dealer, who will not let go of her easily. As Brooke struggles to free herself from his control, an earthquake rattles the city of San Francisco, threatening to bury Brooke and her dreams of love in the rubble.


Will her ex destroy her chances of love or will Brooke find a way to put an end to the violence and stalking?



By the time she arrived at a ramshackle parking lot, the sun slipped behind a blanket of fog and Hunter’s Point descended into darkness. Adjusting her vision to the twilight, Brooke identified the bulky shapes of rusting ship hulls. The mammoth iron frames obstructed most of the shoreline.


Brooke released her hands from the steering wheel, turned off the ignition and removed her seatbelt. Hesitating briefly, she reached for the handle and opened the car door. Emerging into the chilly, damp air, she cocked her head and listened to the churn of the restless ocean, splashing and soaking the docks. Normally the sea offered solace. Tonight it sounded different—threatening and powerful.


She scanned the parking lot, searching for his vehicle.


Decades-old spools of rusted cable and random piles of rotting wood littered the cracked asphalt. Brooke cursed at the debris surrounding her, flicking her gaze between the lot and the shore, unable to spot his car. It didn’t matter. She knew he was here somewhere. It wasn’t like him to miss an opportunity to engage in cat-and-mouse games.A feathery flap of wings sailed past her head. Brooke involuntarily gasped, watching as a gull soared toward the open water. Instinctively, she reached out for the car door, leaning against it for support. Brooke paused a moment longer, finally closing the car door to extinguish the light emanating from the interior.


She gripped a small flashlight in her hand, raising it in front of her body like a talisman.


A familiar mixture of briny fish and seaweed filled the air. Something else lingered here too—a cloying, sweet smell laced with a hint of chemicals. Moisture clung to Brooke’s skin. Shivering, she eyed the waterfront. The roiling movement of the sea was barely discernible against the twilight. The sound of metal thudding against the pavement alerted her to danger. She braced herself, waiting for Carlos to emerge.



Review by Liza O'Connor

While well written, I found the story a bit too close to real life for me. I was once trapped in a similar situation. Thus, I can declare this story to be quite authentic.
It upsets me how easily women get caught in a relationship in which the man controls the woman’s ability to speak, think, and act for herself. And in this case, it was done with great subtlety.  At first all seems fine, but then he slowly changes, making decisions without her input, twisting reality, playing mind-games.  Finally, these discontentment moments began to occur more often, and it’s always the woman’s fault.

However, for Brooke, matters have turned much worse. Her boyfriend has progressed to a new disturbing level of physical violence when a friend from the past has the audacity to talk to Brook. That sends Carlos over the edge. He not only threatens to kill Adam, the man from Brooke’s past, but he threatens Brooke as well. 

Once that line is crossed, matters become serious. Fortunately, Brooke regains her backbone and fights back.

Still, it is not easy. These men know all the angles so that everything looks to be the woman’s fault, that she is stalking them, that her new boyfriend is coming after him... This type of man is very good at controlling not just the woman, but the situation.

While I won’t share how it ends, I will say, while shocked, I was happy with the ending and very glad I read the book.






Kim Hotzon writes romantic suspense and time travel romance. Her books have been nominated for several awards, including The Romance Review's Readers' Choice Awards and the prestigious RONE Awards. Her latest novel, A Time for Love in Paris, was a finalist in the 2017 RONE Awards. 




She loves penning stories with exotic locations and plot twists driven by determined heroines.



Kim's novels are inspired by travel and life experience and she never turns up an opportunity to head to a far-flung destination. In October of 2012, Kim embarked on a humanitarian trip to Rwanda, Africa, fulfilling a lifelong dream. Upon her return to Canada, she began her first contemporary romance novel, Hands Full of Ashes. The book was published with Soul Mate Publishing in January 2015 and was nominated for The Romance Review's 2015 Readers' Choice Awards and the 2016 RONE Awards. Kim has also published a short story, The Snow Bird, part of an anthology Sizzle In The Snow: A Soul Mate Christmas Collection (published by Soul Mate Publishing).



Though she lived for a time in Japan, she remains a born and bred British Columbian. When not writing romance, Kim unleashes her passion and energy with dragon boat racing and her wedding design business.



Kim is a member of the Romance Writers of America.


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Thursday, March 22, 2018

Crazy Woman Creek by Ryan Jo Summers

CRAZY WOMAN CREEK
Individual Book in the Craving Country Anthology

by Ryan Jo Summers

Genre: Western Romance






Crazy Woman Creek Blurb:


Texas rancher Dawson Lonigan is out hunting stray cattle when he finds a lone woman. Suffering from amnesia, she has no clue who she is, or where she came from. Dawson invites her to stay on the ranch to recuperate, where she is quickly smitten with his young daughter...and the handsome, kind-hearted rancher.


Over time, Dawson becomes quite attracted to "Faith", as he calls her and hopes he can convince her to stay, even if she someday gets her memories back.


Hearing talk of some out-of-town men hanging about, Faith rushes to find them, certain they hold the key to unlocking who she is. Too late, she finds out the truth. Dawson found her once... can he find her again...in time?


Craving Country Anthology Blurb:


There’s something about a country boy that makes us hot for denim jeans and leather hats.


They’re mysterious, intriguing, confident…and demand our attention in everything they do. Then there’s the fierce loyalty you see in their eyes that makes you think of tangled sheets and sinful deeds.
There’s definitely something sexy about a cowboy...


So pull on those jeans, roll up your sleeves, and grab your boots.


Things are about to get dirty…


…in Craving Country.


“Is your door broken?”


He jumped at her soft question. Head jerking up, he realized he had not heard her because she was stocking-footed. She wore green plaid knickers and a blood red top. Hell’s bells, had he really picked that out? Mercy! She looked like someone’s granny fixing to go golfing. What a waste of a good piece of land. And what a waste of yardage of clothing on a beautiful woman. One of his old t-shirts would be better. What had he been thinking? Was everything he got her as hideous as this outfit? Well, he’d just proven the fact men can’t shop.


At least she was game about it and not complaining. Then he realized she was looking over his shoulder at the door.


“Naw, it’s not broken. It’s called a Dutch door. Haven’t you ever seen a split door?”


“Do I look Dutch to you?”


From the look in her eyes, he had a feeling she was talking about more than a door. Her silent agony slammed into him. What was it like to know absolutely nothing about yourself? He shoved the casserole into the oven and reached for her hands. He rubbed his thumbs over her wrists, studying her. “Naw. If I had to guess, I’d say…probably Italian.”


He guided her to the mirror in the parlor and sat her down facing it. Gently he traced her face, locking his eyes with hers in the mirror. His heart beat skipped faster.


“You have a heart-shaped face, rosebud lips, and your complexion is olive. Your cheekbones are high.” Slowly, he outlined each part with his finger as he spoke. “And I noticed the first food you went for was the most Italian-smelling one. You seemed to really enjoy it.”


She swallowed. “Have you known many Italian women?”


“Nope. You’re my first.” He cupped his fingers under her chin and tipped her face up. Leaning down, he kissed her, feeling her warm skin now apple scented from the bath and tasting mint from her toothpaste.


Easing her up, he brought her close, deepening the kiss. She slowly yielded to him, uncertain at first, but bolder as he held his patience. He liked she had to think about what she wanted to do. Fresh desire swept over him. His fingers gripped the worn fabric of her granny shirt, and he yearned to yank it off her but sensed that would be too much. There were too many unanswered questions at the moment. However, he was a patient man, and he knew she felt the sparks zapping between them as much as he did. He heard the low moan rumbling from her throat and saw how she closed her eyes and relaxed her face as yearning pulsed through her.






Ryan Jo Summers is a North Carolina writer who pens romances with a twist. They may contain any number of elements: Christian, humor, mystery, paranormal, sweet, shape-shifting, or time travel. Her dad is a songwriter and his aunt wrote poetry so writing must be in the family genes.


She makes her home in a century-old mountain cottage, with a menagerie of adopted pets. In her spare time, she likes to gather with family and friends, paint ceramics or canvas, potter in the yard, bird-watching, or read, play chess, Mahjongg or work word-find puzzles. She might take her dog and head deep into the forests and rivers near her home to plot the next big scene or story. Like her dad's aunt, she writes poetry as a means to cope with life's pains.


She collects lighthouses, shells, driftwood, and anything to remind her of the shore.




Monday, March 19, 2018

Inconclusive Evidence by Reily Garrett


INCONCLUSIVE EVIDENCE
The McAllister Justice Series, Book 3

by Reily Garrett

Publication Date: March 26, 2018

Genre: Romantic suspense/technothriller

Content Warning: 18+ due to explicit sexual content







Braiding nanotechnology and medicine equals magic to the psychopathic mind.


Megan Chauner has achieved her dream of opening a veterinary practice when she receives a mysterious package with a dire warning from a college roommate turned investigative reporter. Entering a world of advanced surgical techniques, polymer microchips, and nanotechnology, she discovers twisted minds merging the latest science with progressive surgical procedures in a bid for power and wealth.


Lucas McAllister faces the biggest upheaval of his life. From chick magnet to wounded cop wasn’t a fall he’d foreseen. Now facing a forced retirement, he returns home to find a gun-toting enigma with multiple IDs deciphering reams of technical, medical jargon and embroiled in a plot destined to alter mankind’s path.


Stalkers and assassins draft reality checks that test Luc’s skill and endurance in keeping Megan and her furball alive while the McAllister brothers unite to thwart a bi-coastal conspiracy.





Prologue

Death in degrees

Jackie Milburn didn’t do fear.


The late-night walk to her car had never provoked an accelerated heart rate. Tonight, however, a bone-deep foreboding arose from vestiges of instinctual awareness, all merging to question her mission’s strategy. If she failed, millions would suffer and life as anyone knew it, would end.


Indistinct shadows granted a cozy ambience where she often lurked, but dingy light filtering through overhead branches mocked her bravado. Shadow limbs shook with laughter as Fate’s sense of humor conspired with nature to saturate creation’s mindset with malice.


Regardless of destiny’s intentions, she squared her shoulders while scanning the deserted parking lot, alert to any threat. A sense of relief had washed through her after depositing the damning evidence in the USPS blue box. The evil shits would never expect an investigative reporter to mail the sophisticated mechanisms across country. Precautions taken with the dispatch ensured no one could trace the recipient. Always have a backup plan.


This was the biggest scoop of her career and would spotlight one of Delaware’s billion-dollar companies as a collection of hi-tech, sociopathic thugs.


It wouldn’t take CSV Pharmaceuticals long to discover crucial evidence missing and ferret out their traitor. As corporations went, they were as paranoid as any. She prayed Dr. Sorenson made it out of the country alive, and not as shark chum. Paranoia had compelled her to refuse him the number to her newest burner phone. Intuition saw the last one tossed in the Willamette River after tapping out a quick message to her old college roommate. Jackie survived by instincts and prayed they would serve her well—one more time.


Making the last stop to pick up her go-bag would supply the necessary items to disappear until her story broke. The finishing touches included copies of lab reports and communication between the Delaware scientists and a company on the West Coast, ClickChip.


Various colored and styled wigs, plain lens glasses, makeup, and diverse fashion ensembles would allow her to blend with any crowd, but wouldn’t prevent CCTVs and facial recognition programs from pinpointing her location. Planning ahead, she had a well-stocked safe house outside city limits.


Trembling fingers failed to punch the unlock button on her key fob. Instead, her headlights cut a swath through the misty ground cover, a beacon to any waiting goon. Shit. The subsequent knocking of heart against ribs rivaled the best hammer drill while sweat coated her palms and face despite her warmed exhalations sending puffed smoke signals in the frosty air.


A slow, deep breath reclaimed her sense of calm and allowed the subtle scent from emerging camellia blossoms drifting on the night’s currents to settle her spirit. There. This is who I am. For visual affirmation of her feelings, she glanced at her reflection in the driver’s side window.


The sudden thrust of a phantom arm emerging from the dark pinned her against a hard chest. The steely limb angled and applied pressure to tilt her head back as if she were a rag doll.


“Oomph.” Collision forced air from her lungs while shock produced a gasp that inhaled a sickly sweet odor from the cloth rammed over her mouth and nose.


“Wanna play?” Malice drew out each syllable in a parody of innocent sport.


Momentary panic barred all reason. Instinctive reaction initiated clawing at the viselike grip. Subsequent kicking and twisting of her body yielded no compromise in her position.


In her periphery, she caught sight of a malevolent smile and glinting dark eyes under a black fedora. The boogeyman does exist.


Lethargy and disorientation. Another breath or pass out from hypoxia. No more pain. All her muscles relaxed against her will. The invading blackness closed in from the margins.


NO! An enraged cry died in her throat.


Liza O'Connor's

Review of Inconclusive Evidence By Reily Garrett

Nothing is simple about this story.

Megan’s friend, Jackie, a reporter who seeks the truth, dies while trying to unravel a technological conspiracy beyond belief. When Megan learns of her death, she goes to mourn with her white shepherd in the mountains. Before she died, Jackie had sent her research on quantum tunneling microscopic findings, nanotechnology and self-dissolving microchips. Megan quickly realizes that new progress in this technological area is why her friend was killed and could be the death of Megan as well.

Thus, good people can and do go bad in this story, which left me wondering if anyone would survive this.

Fortunately, Megan is not alone. The angry man she tranquilizes turns out to have large family, and once he gets over being shot with a tranquilizer, they begin to trust one another.

If you like high tech, realistic adventures of the deadly kind, great characters, and a fast-paced story, you’ll be in doggie heaven with this one.



A Dark Prequel to Digital Velocity



Theft of spirit is no one’s birthright.


A quirk of her X chromosome furnished Alexis with an edge few others enjoyed. After fate plunged her into orphan status and an intolerable foster home forced her to the streets, a group of prostitutes sheltered her from their vicious pimp. Seeing something special within, they nurtured and shielded her from their harsh reality until she could forge her own path in life.


Destiny frequently takes us back to our roots. Lexi’s return journey begins when a serial killer attacks one of her adopted sisters. Relying on courage and wit, she must stay a step ahead and secure evidence to free her family from a psychopathic murderer.




Book 1


The deadliest weapons are the ones we never see.

Keyboard prodigy, Lexi Donovan has risen from teenage orphan of the streets to complete independence with little help along the way. When a pervert threatens her friend, she sends an anonymous message to police, leading to a firefight that leaves a cop wounded.

Detective Ethan McAllister’s well-ordered life turned upside down the day an obscure text message led to a sexual predator’s identity and arrest. Since then, Callouston PD’s finest can’t trace the elusive hacker. The latest tip leads him to a brutal mutilation and a riddle indicating the identity of the next murder victim.

The dark net houses a playground for the morally depleted and criminally insane. When Lexi discovers the killer’s digital betting arena, she finds herself centered in a cyber stalker’s crosshairs, a psychopath bearing equal talent.

Street life strengthened Lexi while toughening her protective shell, but nothing could shield her from the shrewd detective forging a path to her heart.


Book 2


The architect of fear employs many forms.


Kidnapping and murder never crossed Kaylee’s mind when seeking a fresh start in Portland, a new beginning to shed the remnants of tragedy dogging her steps. After escaping from an underground cage, she fights to stay one step ahead of the killer bent on silencing his only witness. Kaylee.


Two months after dodging a sociopathic murderer’s best efforts, Caden McAllister flounders within a social sink hole, unable to move forward, too stubborn to step back. Guarded and wary, the private investigator’s stagnant lifestyle detonates into chaos when a battered and bloody young waif stumbles into his care.


Framed for a murdering a past lover, Caden must clear his name and overcome his charge’s doubts while keeping her out of the sex-slave trade. When betrayal ends with Kaylee’s re-capture, Caden must conquer his past and risk all or lose the one he has come to love.


Murder, mystery, underground tunnels, and romance are intertwined in this standalone romantic thriller, the second installment of the McAllister Justice Series.





Reily’s employment as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and work in the military police has given her countless experiences in a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her fiction.


Though her kids are her life, writing is Reily’s life after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop and lapdog to give her imagination free rein.


In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but our imaginations can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions of them over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short. Cherish your time.


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