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REVIEW: Virgil's Barbeque Road Trip Cook Book

Submitted by Anonymous on Sat, 11/11/2017 - 14:15

This book will have your mouth watering! A collection of the best recipes from Virgil's restaurants, this cookbook is one you won't want to miss if you're into barbecue and comfort foods.

FREE TODAY 7/27/16 FOR KINDLE: Kahayatle and AMAZON AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT

Submitted by SupAdmin on Wed, 07/27/2016 - 17:34

ELLE CASEY, a former attorney and teacher, is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling American author who lives in France with her husband, three kids, and a number of furry friends. She has written books in several genres and publishes an average of one full-length novel per month.

BOOKS BY ELLE CASEY

ROMANCE
By Degrees

FREE TODAY 7/27/16 FOR KINDLE: Forager

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FREE TODAY 7/26/16 FOR KINDLE: Daughter of Light

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FREE TODAY 7/26/16 FOR KINDLE: By Darkness Hid

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Deep Down Release Day & GiveAway

Submitted by SupAdmin on Tue, 07/28/2015 - 00:00
Releasing today! deepdown release day

Book Title: Deep Down (A Sam Stone Novel) Author: Deep Down Genre: Suspense Release Date: July 28, 2015

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An all-new series with an all-new hero! Sam Stone will take your breath away.

Deep down, six hundred and forty feet underground, danger lurks... Jenny Strafford and her fiance, Stone, are out for a dinner date with friends. It’s supposed to be fun, romantic even, but the setting leaves much to be desired, at least for Jenny. She’s not fond of enclosed spaces, or being underground. What starts out as a fun evening soon turns into a dangerous struggle to survive. In order to protect Jenny, Stone must fall back on his military police training. And even those hard-won skills may not be enough to save the love of his life - and over a hundred other innocent people trapped underground with them.

Excerpts

Ahead, the tunnel funneled into a smaller area where the visitors to the museum were to wait for their turn to board the lift. There was no outlet there. Once they went into that area, the tunnel that they now crept down would be at their backs, and it would be their only avenue of escape, other than going up to the surface in the lift. The gooseflesh upon her arms grew larger and she shivered in dread. She longed to tell Stone to be careful, but the words froze in her throat for fear that anyone guarding the lift would hear her. She looked down at the gun in her hand and double-checked the safety to make sure it was off. She had the nervous urge to pull back the slide and view the bullet in the chamber again, just to make sure that she hadn’t imagined the first time she’d done it. Her hands felt clammy with nerves, so she carefully wiped one and then the other on her jean clad thighs to dry them, palming the gun in the opposite hand as she dried each one. Behind them, an agonized scream erupted from the dining cavern. The raw sound of pain sent an icy blade of dread skittering down Jenny’s back. She glanced back toward the cavern. Stone turned too, and in that moment, their adversaries struck.

Cover Reveal: DEEP DOWN by Janean Worth

Submitted by SupAdmin on Mon, 06/22/2015 - 00:00

The new cover for DEEP DOWN is ready!

DEEP DOWN is a brand new Suspense/Thriller novel by author Janean Worth.

An all-new series with an all-new hero! Sam Stone will take your breath away.

Deep down, six hundred and forty feet underground, danger lurks...

Jenny Strafford and her fiance, Stone, are out for a dinner date with friends. It’s supposed to be fun, romantic even, but the setting leaves much to be desired, at least for Jenny. She’s not fond of enclosed spaces, or being underground.

What starts out as a fun evening soon turns into a dangerous struggle to survive.

In order to protect Jenny, Stone must fall back on his military police training. And even those hard-won skills may not be enough to save the love of his life - and over a hundred other innocent people trapped underground with them.

Pre-order DEEP DOWN now!

Infected by Janean Worth

Submitted by SupAdmin on Sat, 05/10/2014 - 00:00

When everyone else is infected, it's dangerous to know the cure...

Julie thought that everything was going to be fine. She'd thought they were all safe now. But she'd been wrong.

When a careless action destroys the only device that can be used to eradicate the nanobots that are infecting the city's teens, a military quarantine is put into effect to try to control the quickly spreading contagion, and Julie must once again fight for the lives of those she loves.

But Julie has an unseen enemy who seeks to keep the contagion alive and growing. And he'll do anything to prevent Julie from revealing the cure. Anything...

Infected is now available at Amazon

An Extended Excerpt of Michelle Levigne's VIRTUALLY DEAD

Submitted by SupAdmin on Mon, 04/07/2014 - 00:00

Virtually Dead
Episode #1
A Commonwealth Universe story
By Michelle L. Levigne

Centuries after she was buried, the living, swarming world overhead intruded on Caspya's long repose.
Irritating, but in the long run, all for the good.
She had to keep reminding herself of that as she struggled to keep the newcomers to her planet from killing her permanently.

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The first breath of air tasted wrong.
A bad sign?
Caspya wasn't supposed to be able to taste anything. After all, she -- or rather, the body she now inhabited -- was dead.
Were we wrong? Or did the energy flow start up functions we didn't intend?
No response from the Community.
She didn't need to breathe, or to have a heartbeat, according to the theorists among the Community. The collected energy of the Community, fed to the body through Caspya as the link between body and the sleeping Khybors to mobilize it was -- in theory -- supposed to take care of all requirements for necessary sensory gathering and transfer to the Community.
Not needing to breathe wasn't the same as not wanting to breathe. She found, despite the oddness of it, she enjoyed the novelty of air in her lungs, and having lungs -- even if they were someone else's, technically -- after so long with no physical being. Virtual reality, after all, didn't quite count. The autonomic nervous system of this body seemed to be cohesive enough to restart when enough energy entered the biological matrix. Blessing or problem? She had thought sight and sound would be enough, and all she had prayed for. All the Community had aimed to obtain. Other senses could be a distraction, hindrance, or even a barrier.
Are you catching all this?
No response from the Community.
Caspya had hoped they could communicate with her. She wouldn't know if they could graft in through her senses to at least monitor her foray until after she returned to them.
More breaths and heartbeats later brought her some order and understanding through awakening senses. It was almost a relief to recognize the taste of antiseptics in the air, to feel cold, to move her borrowed arms and legs and have them resist. Her borrowed heart labored, and she found she rather enjoyed feeling that subconscious rhythm, despite the assertion of the theorists in the Community that she wouldn't need any functioning organs to navigate on this first foray into the living world.
Everything had been theory, after all, until her consciousness made contact with a freshly dead body and obtained an anchor to allow her to take over the nervous system. For how long -- that was still theory. Caspya hoped other theories woven by the Community would be a little closer to reality.
No pain. Yet. She knew how to fight pain -- but she had to remember this wasn't her body. Unfamiliar territory might not yield to disciplines she had employed when she last had physical being.
How long had they all been buried? That was one of the first things she had to learn.
Who had taken over their world? That was even more important, because that knowledge would determine everything else she did.
Her sense of gravity and position grew strong enough to know she lay flat on her back. Her borrowed eyes felt sticky-dry and the lids didn't at first want to lift.

Excerpt: One Choice by Ginger Solomon

Submitted by SupAdmin on Sat, 03/01/2014 - 00:00

Prologue

Proverbs 31:10 “Who can find a virtuous and capable wife?”

Kral Sarayi, The King’s Palace
South Belikara
March 2011

“Father, must I do this?” Josiah Vallis stood rigid, feet spread in a soldier’s stance, in front of his father’s large, antique oak desk. His hands fisted behind his back as his mind reeled with the humiliation of having to find a wife in this manner.
He had tried, but every woman he'd met, both on his own and those his father had arranged, were money-hungry, power-hungry, unattractive, or all three. The one woman he thought perfect for him had betrayed him. She’d had him fooled, and now he doubted his own judgment when it came to the fairer sex.
He didn't want a wife just to produce heirs and to hang on his arm like a showpiece. His ideal mate would be much like his mother — a woman who could love him for who God intended him to be, not for his family name and position. His desired wife would be kind and considerate, would care for others more than herself, would be giving, loving, and attractive. Most important to him, and even harder to find, was for his wife to have a personal relationship with God.
He gazed around his father’s immense office. All the furnishings, made of quality materials, were fit for a king. One day it would be his, though he’d never wanted it. As the remaining male heir, he had no choice. He peered back at the man behind the desk.
His father's eyes, a shade lighter than his own dark brown, moved away from the computer screen with a spark of irritation. He leaned back in the chair. “Yes, Josiah. Stop procrastinating. Write the letter. It must be done today. You have waited until the last possible moment as it is. I expect more from you as a prince of Belikara and the future king.”
“Yes, sir.” He forced himself to relax, uncurling one finger at a time from his balled fist. “What should I write?”
“Josiah.” A familiar growl sounded from his father’s throat, and his hand tightened around the arm of the chair until his knuckles turned white. “Why must you act as though you are still in grade school? Grow up!” He switched back to his work. “Jonathan wouldn't have given me this much trouble.”
Josiah bristled at the mention of his deceased elder brother. Would he always live in Jonathan's shadow, never measuring up to his father's expectations? Why can't he see me for who I am?
He lowered his head, a disappointment to his father once again, and marched out of the room. The man hadn’t been swayed to postpone this hideous tradition, no matter how hard Josiah pushed.
In his own office, he sat at his mahogany desk and took out several sheets of paper and his favorite writing pen. The white of the paper, surrounded by the desk’s dark wood, glared at him. He glanced up to the verse displayed on the wall. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.
Despite his need to write the letter, his thoughts wandered to the One he relied on so much. The One who always listened and never compared him to anyone else.
He rested his head in the palms of his hands. “Oh God, how can I go through this… this tradition my father insists on keeping? How can I choose a wife from fifty strangers? How can I write a letter expressing my desires and heart to these women when I struggle with knowing it myself? I ask you to give me the words. Use this letter to prepare the heart of the one you have chosen for me. Help me to know her when I see her. Amen.”
He wrote and crossed out greeting after greeting before deciding on Dear Ladies. Line after line flowed from his pen as he shared his heart for God and what the ladies should expect in the next six months. He also included the warning about rejecting the summons, although he expected they would all be thrilled to become the wife of the future king.
Over an hour later, Josiah completed his task. He reread his words, made a few minor changes, and rewrote it in his neatest handwriting. Satisfied, he set the paper aside.
His head bowed, he prayed again, expressing his gratitude to his heavenly father.
The letter was complete, but would it bring him a woman he could love?

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