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Tammie Clarke Gibbs - Sworn to Secrecy
I'm
Tammie Clarke Gibbs and I write Romantic Suspense, Time Travel and
Gothic Romance. In this booth I'm sharing an excerpt from my recent
release SWORN TO SECRECY a Time Travel Romantic Suspense.
"Sworn to Secrecy" by Tammie Clarke
Gibbs is a captivating romance that is well deserving of a 5-star
rating! I fell in love with this book within the first chapter and
savored every page after that! -Fictional Reality
Their arrival was foretold in a journal and protected by one family for generations.
Short Excerpt-
Dak Bartholomew felt a trickle of blood run a cold wet trail down the side of his face
from the open gash at his temple.
He struggled to open his eyes, and after several moments succeeded. Focusing on his
surroundings took several more, but eventually, he could see the small, dank
smelling room in more clarity than he even desired.
The only light came from a single window, its pane’s blackened all but for one small
section.
He pulled himself off the filthy mattress and felt his way toward the light. The window
had been painted from the inside, and it appeared that someone had
literally scratched at it until a small stream of light was allowed in
from the outside. Instinctively, he reached into his pocket for his
knife, but it wasn’t there. Nothing was there.
There was a faint cry from the corner of the room. Startled, Dak stepped back into the darkness.
He felt his way along the bed until he came to what he thought was a wall.
The darkness was deep and black, and the light cut only a sliver through it, leaving
the rest of the room engulfed in an ebony sea.
He was weak from having been drugged or loss of blood. He wasn’t sure which. Either
would have given him an excuse to forget he wasn’t alone and cower, but the pitiful
whimpers stoked within him a steely determination.
“You there,” he called and waited for an answer.
The room was quiet in response. No whimpering. No breathing.
“Are you hurt?” Dak asked this time, and his voice was softer. Still there was no answer.
He to ok several short steps, feeling his way along the wall in the direction he’d heard the sounds coming from.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said, this time louder. “I...”
Dak felt a dirty hand on his mouth and something sharp at his side.
His body went rigid. He tried to say something, but the hand clamped tighter against his mouth.
“They’ll hear you,” she whispered.
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J Rudolph - The Complex Book 1 & The Highway Book 2
Book 1
My head swam with that short statement. I couldn’t believe that they
said reanimate. You can reanimate a frog with electricity once they
died. Reanimating. Wow. It was just such a weird thing for them to say.
Reanimating wasn’t a real thing, it is not a thing a disease is capable
of doing. That’s the premise behind every zombie story. They reanimated.
Oh. My. God. That was exactly what they were saying, wasn’t it? The
patient died. It was after they died that they came back, without a
heartbeat, moving and violent. They were talking about real life
zombies.
I sat unmoving. While I faced the television I couldn’t see it. All I
could see was my son sprawled across the bed. All I could see was
walking towards Trent on our wedding day. How would I tell them that
there were zombies happening? How could I destroy the world as they knew
it?
I walked softly down the hall into the pitch dark of the master
bedroom. It didn’t occur to me often how dark it gets in there with the
extra window coverings I had up to block out the sun in there. Night
shifters like me tend to have a cave for a room. That morning it hit me
how truly dark it got. I climbed into my side of the king sized bed and
just lied there. What do I say? I put my hand on my husband’s arm and he
stirred.
Trent pried open his eyes. He smiled at me when he realized it was
me. We’d been married for 13 years and every time I woke him up when I
got home he gave me a smile when I saw him. Every morning it looked like
he was happy to see me.
“Hey,” he said, still groggy. “How was work?”
Work. Wasn’t that a lifetime ago?
“It was fine.” Gulp. “There’s something going on with the news. I’m gonna turn it on.”
He rubbed his crystal blue eyes and stared at me confused. He reached
for his glasses and I fumbled for the remote. I hit the power button
and as the older CRT television screen warmed up, playing the audio well
before the video feed kicked in, we heard the reporter go on about the
release issued by the CDC. The reporter kept on talking about the
biggest part of the story, the reanimation. My husband gaped at me with
wide eyes.
“Did I have a brain melt just now? Did she say death then reanimation? I seriously must not be all the way awake.”
Just as my lips started to make words the CRT screen lit up and his
head whipped to the screen. The anchor woman said now they were going
live to the CDC in Washington DC.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Book 2
I’m not as naive and trusting as I used to be. Something about losing
your home does that to you. It didn’t surprise me that there were
people that used sabotage as a method to get what they wanted. People
did that in the old world too, they pretended to be in an accident so
when the Good Samaritan came by there was an easy target for a robbery.
Trent was angry that this group was using other survivors as meal
tickets. “It’s time already. Let’s just get going.” Trent said through
his clenched teeth. He kicked at a snowbank on the way to the truck and
uncovered a zombie in the process. Trent pulled out his hunting knife
and plunged it into the zombie’s head several times. Zombies, it would
seem, are therapeutic. We watched Trent as he worked out his anger until
he was done. Afterward, he took a deep breath and seemed a little more
relaxed.
“Sorry about that,” Trent said quietly, “I think I woke up on the wrong
side of the bed this morning. This trip is nothing like what I expected.
I thought it would be a couple days before we got there and we have
been on the road for a lot longer than that. I have no idea what to
expect on the rest of the trip or what to expect when we get there. I
have no idea what the next corner will bring. I keep wondering if
Mercedes had the right idea to just land. I’m freaked the heck out that
I’ve led everyone into a series of traps that are going to snap us up.”
“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t,” Matt started, “but we are all
grown people that have made the decision to be part of this convoy.
You’re not leading us into anything. Hell, if you want to be technical,
my brother is the one leading us since he had the plow.” Lucas took this
opportunity to hurl a snowball at his brother. Matt laughed at him. “My
point, man, is this: You don’t have any control in this world. None.
People are going to pull their tricks any time they can, they always
have. Hell, I’m still waiting on that pay out for helping that deposed
king of Nigeria. We need to work on our preparation for the tricks they
will play, but even then, we can’t be ready for everything. We adapt.
Doubting yourself doesn’t help. All that will do is tear you up and have
you decimating a zombie just to bring yourself back together. There’s
nothing wrong with taking it out on a zombie per se, but if that’s your
go-to management technique, and there’s no zombie around, then what do
you do? Don’t, man. OK?” Matt cocked his head to the side and looked at
Trent with a crooked smile.
Trent nodded. “Yeah. That’s something I need to remind myself of more
often. I used to be a planner. I used to schedule things and have three
other plans just in case something went wrong. This trip is a slap in
the face of all that. I have no other plan.”
“Well, plan on leaning on other people. Because you’re not alone in this.” Lucas replied.
~~~~~~~~~~
The Highway is available for the kindle platform for $2.99 or free to borrow on the KOLL program.
Authors Website
Sheri Meshal - Swallowtail
Chicago
wife, mother and finance executive Claire Cummings, arrives at work one
morning to discover her friend Julia has embezzled millions and
vanished. Blindsided and devastated by the betrayal, she’s sent home
pending further investigation. Claire’s bizarre death the following day
sends everyone reeling, guessing and looking for her in all the wrong
places. In no time she's addicted to an enchanting menagerie of tricks
and techniques for getting the living's attention, but most people are
harder to reach than she'd ever dreamed and even harder to set free.
She was still a mother, a wife, a daughter and a friend... she'd move heaven and earth to keep it that way.
Sheri Meshal’s Swallowtail is a haunting story about life, love, loss and just how far we’ll go to control it all.
This debut from a thought-provoking new voice in fiction begs the
question… what would you do if all the rules changed, and you were
suddenly bestowed powers beyond your greatest imagination?
Short Excerpt
Anna
was singing off-key at the top of her lungs and passing the joint back
to Kareem, when a flicker of light in the distance caught Claire’s eye.
The sky glowed dark pink as if to highlight certain death, but Claire
was the only one who ever saw it coming. It was moving fast—at least as
fast as they were.
Her first instinct was to wrap herself around Anna to protect
her, but she doubted it would do any good. It was too big of a gamble.
Claire ripped herself from the car, and hovered over the roof for a
couple of seconds not knowing what she’d do or how she’d do it, only
knowing she couldn’t die twice. She had to save her daughter.
Her initial impact was so powerful it spun the car all the way
around, sending the joint, the pop and Kareem’s sunglasses flying
through the air. They felt the second impact when the Camaro slammed
into a snow bank in the shallow ditch on the other side of the road.
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Joyce DeBacco - Tomorrows Blossoms
Woman
is apprehensive when husband finds son she gave up as an unwed teen,
aware he’s not the father. Not until husband dies does she meet son’s
family and learns it’s the family of the boy who turned her away as a
pregnant teen.
Excerpt:
He looked up from his weeding, spotted her, then rose in one agile
motion. No groan, no hunched posture, his back as straight as a boy’s.
It bothered Kate that she would notice.
“Sorry to disturb your gardening,” she said in a cool voice. “I didn’t know you were out here.”
He brushed the soil from his hands. “I try to stay on top of things
when I have the chance. Marti likes to can and freeze, so I do my best
to keep her happy.”
“Oh, by all means. Do keep Marti happy.”
He
cocked his head, as if wondering whether to respond to her flip remark.
He chose to ignore it. “So what did you two talk about in there?”
She harrumphed. “As if you didn’t know.”
His lips pulled into a frown. “I can guess.”
“Can you?”
“Look, Kate, if you have a problem being here, why did you come?” His voice took on an edge of its own
“You know very well I couldn’t refuse.”
“Well, you’re here now, and you obviously have something to say, so get it out of your system.”
Kate fought an overwhelming desire to flee. She didn’t like
confrontations but, dammit, she did have something to say. And this time
she wouldn’t run off in tears. This time she would tell him exactly
what she thought of him and his baby-stealing sister.
“You’re
right,” she said, squaring her shoulders. “I didn’t come outside to
admire your gardening talents. I came out because I’d had enough of your
sister’s sob story. I’m not about to forgive and forget, live and let
live, and all that crap. You had your fun, then you went on your merry
way while I spent the summer carrying a child I didn’t even have the
privilege of raising. Oh, no. That honor belonged to you and your
family.”
“I made a bad choice, Kate. I’m not proud of it. What more can I say?”
A gust of wind caught Kate’s skirt, billowing it around her knees. But
like the green things rooted in the soil nearby, all she could do was
shiver and sway.
“It’s still a bit chilly out, Kate. Why don’t you go inside now?”
Trembling, Kate stood fast. “She said you didn’t know. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“You never suspected anything, anywhere along the line?”
“Never.”
“How could you not know? He’s got your hair, your eyes.”
“He was only a baby when they brought him home, Kate. To a guy, all
babies look alike. Hey, it happened; I’m sorry. Now can we get past it
and go on with our lives?”
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Charlene Birt Raddon - Tender Touch & For Have and To Hold
www.tirpub.com/tender
Oregon Trail story, western historical romance
Chapter One
St. Louis, Missouri, April 1849
Brianna Wight’s heart pounded as she reluctantly fol¬lowed her
housekeeper’s son inside the dingy, cavernous livery stable. She felt as
though she were entering the very bowels of hell.
Heat from the
blacksmith’s shop blasted her delicate skin through her clothes and
fluttered the veil covering her face as she waited for her eyes to
adjust to the dark¬ness. The flames leaping from the forge and the murky
silhouettes of men, dancing about the fire like so many devils, were
all she could make out.
Harsh, angry voices flew at her out of the
blackness, like hurtled knives. Instant terror stiffened her body and
she threw up an arm to shield her face.
“Wait your turn, stinkin’
squawman. Whaddya need yer horse shod for anyways? It’s only one o’ them
Injun ponies. Get back to yer slut squaw an’ have her pick the lice
from yer hair, why doncha?”
The voice that answered was soft, deep and—Brianna thought—deceptively calm, but the words were unclear.
“Why, you bastard!” the first voice yelled.
The sound of flesh and bone striking flesh and bone froze Brianna. Her
heart stuttered. That sound was entirely too familiar, as was the pain
that always followed. She tensed, waiting to feel the expected blow.
Instead, a man sailed toward her out of the smithy. Brianna screamed in
the instant before he slammed into her. Together, they tumbled to the
straw-littered floor in a tangle of arms, legs and skirts.
For more go to my blog, http://
charleneraddon.blogspot.com
/2013/04/
sample-saturday-excepts-ten
der-touch.html
www.tirpub.com/hold
Western historical romance TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
A woman without a prayer…
A widow with two children, Tempest Whitney had to mortgage everything
to repay the money her husband had stolen. But even as she struggles to
hold onto her Utah homestead, a scheming rancher buys up her debts,
demanding she either get off his land or marry him. Then a dark-haired
stranger shows up, claiming to be her dead husband…
A man without a past….
Buck Maddux spent two years in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. Now a
death bed promise has brought him to Tempest’s dugout. A man without
roots, he doesn’t plan to stay—or to feel so fiercely protective of this
feisty beauty he saves from a forced marriage. Suddenly, Buck yearns
for a home, a family, a lasting love. But what can he offer Tempest? The
surprising answer lies in the forbidden canyons of an ancient Anasazi
tribe, where fortune and danger await—along with a passion more precious
than gold…
For excerpts go to http://
charleneraddon.blogspot.com
/2013/04/
sample-saturday-excerpt-to-
have-and-to.html
Susan Kay Box Brunner - Sara's Adventures & Karen's Secret of the March of Life
Sara's Adventures
Era 1960-1970, Fiction, Quarantine-flu-confuse with news about father's death-Amnesia appeared.
Soft cover-ebook coming.
Purchase @ Eternity Books and Gifts, in Grove City Nazarene, Hoover
Road, Dannette's Floral Boutique, 3538 Broadway, G. C. OH 43123, or
winepressbookstore.com, amazon.com, barnesandnoble.
Karen's Secrets of the March of Life in soft cover-coming in ebook.
Era 1945-1960. Romance-Mystery
Secrets mounting-mystery surging..Romance dilemma-friendship threatened.
Purchase at winepressbookstor.com, amazon.com, barnesandnoble
James DiBenedetto - Dream Student
Welcome
to the Dream Series booth, and thanks for stopping by! I've got four
fun, suspenseful, funny, romantic novels that I think you'll really
enjoy. Follow along with Sara as she discovers she's got an
extraordinary talent - the ability to see other people's dreams, and see
all the trouble it gets her into!
The first book is Dream
Student, where we meet Sara as a college junior. She's trying to get
ready for final exams, thinking ahead to the upcoming Christmas break,
and wondering what to do about the cute guy in the next dorm who seems
to have a crush on her. And then the dreams start...
Here's a
short excerpt, from very early in the book (after the dreams have
started, but before Sara's figured out that they're not just ordinary
dreams...):
A man enters. He’s big; easily over six foot tall
and well built. Not quite Schwarzenegger big, but plenty big enough. And
familiar. Sara knows she’s seen him somewhere, but she can’t guess
where that might have been. He’s leading, or maybe dragging, a girl into
the bedroom with him. She’s a teenager; she might be as old as
eighteen, but Sara doubts it. She’s blonde and petite and Sara can just
picture her leading cheers at a high school football game.
There won’t be any cheerleading from the girl tonight. Right now she
looks scared to death. So scared she doesn’t notice Sara even though
Sara is looking right at her. The man doesn’t see Sara either. Or hear
Sara when she screams, after the man throws the teenager onto the bed
and begins to tear at her clothes.
The girl is fighting,
scratching, shouting her head off, but none of it does any good. Sara
can’t help her; she stands up, but she can’t get to the bed. It’s as
though there’s an invisible wall in her way. She can’t get to the phone,
or out of the room. She can’t do anything except watch. And scream
until her own lungs give out…
***
Someone’s screaming.
No, not “someone,” me. I don’t know why. And then it hits me all at
once. I see the whole nightmare, every detail. I go right on screaming.
It’s not until my voice just about gives out that Beth wakes up. That’s
the only reason I stop, because my throat hurts too much. I can barely
breathe, and I’m clutching myself, holding my arms across my breasts. In
my head I’m still seeing that bedroom and the man and the girl over and
over and I barely notice that Beth is sitting up now, staring at me.
She looks worried, or maybe frightened out of her wits is a better
description. Frightened for me. I’ve never seen that expression on her
face before. It doesn’t make me feel any better. All it does is make me
want to cry, even more than I already am.
I can’t really see
her, between the tears and the fact that I’m too much of a mess to even
focus my eyes. She must have gotten out of her bed and walked over to
mine, because now she’s hugging me, holding me, telling me everything’s
OK, everything is going to be all right. I don’t know how many times she
has to say it, over and over, before I start to believe it.
A little bit, anyway. Enough that I stop seeing the nightmare on infinite replay inside my head and I’m back in our room again.
***
Please hop on over to my website for more about the book, and a longer
excerpt to whet your appetite, as well as plenty of information on the
other books in the series...
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Holly Law - Empress In Hiding
This
is the excerpt from my book “Empress in Hiding”. It is a clean romance
novel with some adventure thrown in. It if the first book in a new
trilogy. The second book, Empress on the Run, is due out before the end
of the month. Enjoy! *And, of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMMIE!!!!*
Kristen pulled out her cellphone. She pressed the power button and nothing happened. She jabbed the button harder and still
nothing happened. She flipped it over and saw that the duct tape was
still firmly in place. Irritated, she tossed it back into her purse.
She glared at the entrance of the hospital, knowing she had no other
option before her. She only hoped they remembered her and wouldn’t
search her all over again. She exited her car and left the frustrating
pile of metal behind her, glad to at least be free of the scent of oily
smoke. She walked to the entrance of the hospital and the security
guards stopped her again.
“Come on, I was just in here,” Kristen complained. “I just want to go up to my mom’s floor and use her phone.”
“We check everyone who enters,” the security guard said firmly. “You could have picked up anything outside.”
Kristen sighed in frustration and let them search her, again being
careful of the knife on her calf. The guards were oblivious to her
relief. They let her pass and she stepped into the elevator with a few
others. She got out before the other occupants and again had to submit
to security.
She walked up to the front desk and the nurse there
looked surprised to see her. “What brings you back so soon?” Paula
asked. “I know it can’t be the security.”
Kristen sighed. “My car and my cellphone died.”
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