Saturday, August 6, 2016

#Cover #Reveal...Redemption's Price...#BookBoost #Promo

The Wait Is Over!


Redemption's Price
By Angie Smuin and David Smuin
Genre: Christian historical fiction, Christian suspense


What happens to Saphire? 

Is Carnoff dead or alive? 

Will they find Lord Colton? 

Overthrowing Carnoff’s castle was only the beginning of the challenges for Lady Mariah and Lord Stone. They must now deal with the devastating effects of forced marriages, corruption and the destruction brought on by war. 

Lady Mariah and Lord Stone’s love is not enough to bring peace to the lands that have been ravaged by war. Redemption’s price may cost them everything. 

Extending trust is difficult when people are divided and loyalties are challenged. Mariah and Stone will learn that not every heart corrupted by evil can be restored.


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Available on August 10, 2016! Pre-order your copy: http://amzn.to/2axZH93


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ABOUT THE BOOK

Keema is still the infamous young boss. She took her game to new heights when she expanded her empire internationally and introduced the world to New Dope, a wicked blend of heroine and cocaine. Fearless and driven, she felt invincible. Unstoppable. Until that sad day when her husband Lamar was shot right before her eyes.

Saddened by the tragedy that claimed her husband, Keema attempts to leave the game. But the streets have dug it’s claws so deep into Keema’s back, that it becomes almost impossible for her to move on. Lamar was her everything but in the midst of turmoil, a shocking revelation about another woman and the son he never knew, changes everything. Chaos quickly sets in and life takes a drastic turn.

Her operation spirals out of control and the once well run empire is now in chaos. Keema and the people she loves most, all find themselves in impossible situations of disloyalty, lies and deceit. In this jaw dropping saga, one gets reminded that all things that go up, eventually come down.

Excerpt:

KEEMA

Chapter One


The way I drove, I’d be arriving at the hospital faster than the ambulance. I must’ve been doing over 100 MPH in my Lamborghini. I already made up my mind that if Lamar didn’t make it, I had nothing else to live for. He was my everything. I tried to front at times like I could be without him, but that was a lie. I was only lying to myself. I needed him and I was pretty sure that he needed me too. If he didn’t survive this, I would proudly spend the rest of my life in prison if necessary. I swear, if that muthafucka took my baby from me I will kill him slowly, taking the ultimate pleasure in his death.

I was here. Hands on the steering wheel. Foot on the gas. Hands on the gears. But none of this felt like reality. This was surreal. My body and mind was still in shock. Yes, shock, about alot of things. For one, I was trippin’ that D-Lite’s brother was the shooter. When they say the past can come back to haunt you, I never realized how literal that statement was. I was living it. I gave the gas a little more pressure and I heard the engine rev. My body was glued to the seat. Blood was on my hands, my clothes. Still, this was too much to process at one time. And on top of everything that happened, Timothy is Lamar’s son! Timothy? Phantom? Everything was hitting me at one time and my head was spinning. What were the odds of that? It just seems so impossible.

So far, I ran six red lights and was about to run another one. I pressed the gas a little harder trying to make it, but just as I was approaching the intersection, the shit turned red. An oncoming car drove forward and as soon as the driver saw me, he slammed on his breaks. But it was too late, the car behind him didn’t slow down fast enough. I did a slight swerve in order to avoid the accident, but peered through my rear-view. I looked just in time to see the two cars collide. Damn! I briefly shut my eyes as if that would some how eliminate my blame in the accident. I couldn’t stop. I had to get to my man. I erased it out of my mind and sped on.

Finally, I arrived at the hospital and I ran inside of the emergency room. “My husband, Lamar Wright, he was shot. Where is he?” I said hysterically crying. I was scared and frantic.

“Ma’am. Slow down. What did you say his name is again?”

“Lamar! Lamar Wright. They should either be here or pulling in. Where is he?” She typed something on her keyboard and then looked up at me.

“Okay Ma’am, they were re-routed to a different hospital.” She printed something and then passed it to me.

“Emory? That’s over forty-five minutes from here. Are you kidding me?” I balled up the paper and hit the automatic start. I ran out of there and jumped back in the car. If I speed, I could get there in twenty minutes. I floored it out of the parking lot.

Traffic was impossible. I was held up by the same accident I caused on my way here. Talk about karma. That bitch wasn’t on my side tonight. Well actually, it was the wee hours of the morning now. It took me over an hour to get to Emory. Again, I found myself bolting inside the ER.

“Nurse! Nurse, please help me!” I said to the first person I saw in scrubs. “I’m looking for my husband. His name is Lamar Wright. He came in an ambulance. He was shot. Please, where is he?”

“Just have a seat ma’am. I believe Mr. Wright’s in surgery. They’re working hard on him.”

“No, no! You don’t understand. I need to see him right now. He’s expecting me to be by his side. Please take me to him. Please!” I begged. I don’t beg for shit, but I was begging this woman to take me to my husband. I cried. Pleaded. Begged some more, but it was to no avail.


About the Author

Aisha Rochester Hall was born and raised in Roosevelt, New York. She came into this world in 1983, to a young teenage couple, Karen and Collin Rochester. Her father was better known to many as “Daddy Prince” or “Prince Collin”, a true Jamaican legend on the streets of New York. He was a young father eager to provide, and the streets of New York became his hustle grounds.

Aisha Picked up many of her father’s skills; learning early on the power of music and entrepreneurship. She would often travel with him to different venues performing rap and reggae routines. She graduated high school and attended New York Institute of Technology on a track and field scholarship. But by night, she was in New York City performing at different showcases, entertaining people with her musical skills. Her grandparents, known to most as Nana and Poppy were also heavily influential. They made sure she stayed active, well travelled and immersed in the rich history of African Americans.

By the time Aisha was in her early twenties, she’d owned several businesses. One of them being a company called Apogee Financial. She moved to Detroit and opened an office there, employing a few top notch street-hustlers. She knew that anybody who could operate a business in the street, could use those same skills in an office environment if given the chance. Her theory proved correct, as her company became very successful and soared to a value of close to ten million dollars in less than a year! She had the world at her feet.


Her life seemed perfect, until everything came crashing down. Some bad business deals in 2009 landed her in Federal prison with a sentence of more than ten years! She was only twenty five at the time. To make matters worse, her brother was tragically killed by the police just a few months later. Then, her father was murdered after being deported back to Jamaica. This devastated her, but fortunately, it didn’t break her. It only furthered her desire to become her greatest self. Holding onto the principles of her father, she decided to focus on the positive side of her incarceration. She became an author.

Aisha has penned more than six novels and ghost-writes for many from behind bars. While in prison, Aisha has put on many urban plays entertaining thousands of other women and giving them a piece of Broadway and freedom through her creativity. She is also an advocate for ending mass incarceration as well as the overly harsh sentencing for all non-violent offenders. Her urban books have caught the attention of many and she is a screen play writer, creative producer for a reality show, and on her way to becoming a best-selling author. She’s also been working on her music and plans to come home and continue to do what she loves: running businesses and hitting the stage, getting back to her hip hop and reggae roots.

Now, almost eight years into her sentence, Aisha will be home next year in 2017, ready to hit the ground running. Life had it’s ups and downs, but pressure make diamonds and she plans to shine brighter than ever before

A Chat with Aisha Hall

Q) What inspired you to write your first book?

A) Going to prison! Believe it or not, that type of solitude sparked a level of creativity in me that I didn’t even know existed. I’ve always loved writing. When most kids would fret over school papers and writing projects, I’d get excited. Writing has always been my passion. However, I wasn’t inspired to write my first novel until 2009 when I got indicted by the FEDS and I was sentenced to almost 11 years for conspiracy & a non-violent offense.

Q) Where did you find your motivation to write?

A) The desire for freedom was my motivation. It still is. The characters in my stories were able to explore life in ways that I no longer could due to my incarceration. I would throw on my headphones, sit on my bunk and write for hours. Then I’d share my chapters with the other ladies to get feedback. I loved seeing the excitement come alive in their eyes and I learned just how impactful my stories could be. I told them, “I will publish this one day.” Now, seven years later I have 5 published books, with many more in the works. I’ll be released from federal prison in 2017.

Q) Are any of your stories true?

A) Yes! I co-wrote a book with Kimberly Smedley under the name A. Rochester. It’s called The Backside of The Story and it’s about Kimberly’s journey through the dark world of doing illegal silicone butt injections. It’s a scandalous tell all. She is a reality TV star on the show: From the Bottom Up, which airs on Centric. My other books: Keema & Lamar: A Ghetto Love Story (the trilogy) and Caught Up Loving A Boss, are all urban fiction.

Q) What is most difficult about being an incarcerated author?

A) Not being able to physically interact with my readers has been pretty tough. But the most difficult thing by far about being an incarcerated author is seeing the injustices that African Americans face daily in our justice system. Black women are being locked up at an alarming rate, serving extremely long sentences for crimes that many of them shouldn’t have been charged with in the first place. For example, I have friends doing life sentences for their boyfriend’s drugs. I see many educated, business women serving decade long sentences under these draconian laws. These non-violent offenders, our sisters, suffer everyday due to an unfair criminal justice system. It’s definitely a challenge to live under that reality on a daily basis.

Q) The term “hood books” is most commonly associated with urban style writing. What do you say to critics who don’t think these books should be mainstream?

A) To me, a book is a book. A story is a story. Our work is always scrutinized more than others. It’s just the world we live in. Calling these books hood books doesn’t bother me at all. As a matter of fact, it’s a compliment because it shows that our culture is just as worthy as being written about as any other. I come from a line of people who were told it was illegal to read and write for over 400 years. The simple act of spelling your name could have gotten you lynched. Now we have the ability to tell our stories any way we’d like. And from what I can see, the world is pretty interested in what we’ve got to say. Everything that has been touched with even a droplet of “hood-juice” is being eaten up by the American public. And I am proud to entertain, humanize and educate through my books.

Q) What impact do you want your books to have on your readers?

A) Excitement. I want my readers so entrenched into the story that they never want it to end. I enjoy giving people an escape from everyday life. I love giving them something to get emotional about or a new prospective to ponder. I also like the idea that I can tell these stories in such a way that anybody from any background, can enjoy them.

Q) What do you have in the works?

A) I’ve got some really good things in the pipeline. I’m working on Pink Panther Clique, a story about women in prison and all the drama that goes on in prison world. There’s also The High Price To Pay Series, a true stories about the over-incarceration of women. My story is in the process of being published. They are very informative and the mission of these books is to highlight the horrors of this system. Then there’s 3 new untitled urban books in the works. I’m also writing screen plays and plays, so there is alot you can expect from Aisha Hall.


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ABOUT THE BOOK

Sherryn Allbright is the envy of her peers. She is a wife, mother, and successful business woman, but her life turns topsy-turvy when a woman leaves a child on her doorstep, claiming her husband is the father. Denial is useless, for the boy resembles Reece too closely not to be his offspring.

Sherryn is ready to end their marriage and blames Reece’s problems on his old neighborhood—a Kingston ghetto. If he’d sever ties there, he wouldn’t be caught up in baby-mother drama.

When the boy’s mother is murdered, Reece becomes the prime suspect and things go haywire for the Allbrights, whose lives will never be the same.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Sherryn wanted to close the door on the proof of her husband’s infidelity, but there was no going back.

She avoided looking at the child in front of her, whose cupid’s bow of a mouth and tawny eyes confirmed that he shared the same genes as her children. But the similarity ended there—his ashy skin, underweight body, and wash-worn clothes pointed to a lack of concern for his well-being and appearance. The woman with him smiled—a smug grimace that deepened Sherryn’s suspicion.

She didn’t hide her distaste at the sight of the snug tank top holding in a belly about to surge out of control, or the denim skirt that did little to cover a pair of lumpy thighs. A lustrous, blonde weave complemented the woman’s caramel complexion, and false eyelashes emphasized the spite in her gaze.

A quick scan tagged her as the stereotypical product of one of Kingston’s ghettos. For timeless seconds, Sherryn felt as though she was stuck in an early 1900s silent film. The wind stirred the flowers and shrubs in the front yard, dried leaves blew over the lawn, and a car drove by, but she heard nothing.

Then the dancehall queen look-alike pushed the little boy forward, dragging Sherryn back to the unthinkable scene unfolding on her doorstep. “Tell Maurice him can have him pickney.”

Sherryn suppressed a shiver by pulling her shoulders back. She stood tall, squeezing the doorknob as a shipwreck victim might cling to a life-saving piece of flotsam. After a glance at the boy, she whispered, “Oh no, you’re not leaving him here.”

“You ca’an decide dat. Since Maurice won’ take care of him, him can keep him.”

The woman dropped a knapsack, and spun away with an exaggerated wiggle of the hips and the jangling of gold-plated jewelry, to saunter down the driveway to the gate, where a marked taxi waited.

Ghetto rat! Why leave her child on my doorstep like unwanted baggage?

The boy’s bottom lip trembled and he blinked hard several times. Sherryn’s chest heaved, and she struggled to slow her breathing. It wouldn’t help either of them if she fell apart. Pressing her lips together to keep her focus, she picked up the threadbare knapsack and touched his shoulder. “Come with me.”

She left him sitting on the sofa inside Reece’s office.

Over the years, Maurice had been shortened to Reece. The inane thought reminded her that she had spent half her life with a man she doubted she would ever really know, and here again, was proof.

The purpose for leaving the boy in Reece’s study was twofold. First, he was hidden from her, as if he didn’t exist and second, Reece’s world would spin off its axis—just as hers had—to find his secret tucked away in his private space. She hoped the experience turned out to be as gut wrenching and devastating as hers.

In the living room, she perched on the edge of the settee and hugged herself. She tilted her head back and stared at the high ceiling. Then she skimmed the familiar paintings, family portraits and oddments, absorbing all that meant home and family.

Everything she’d invested in her relationship with Reece lay in invisible pieces around her like shattered glass.

Cold and sterile on the inside, she sighed, forced herself to get up and climb the stairs to their bedroom. Once there, she lay down and allowed the tears to fall, searing her sinuses and then her eyes. Other than anxiety over her children when they were ill, and tears shed while watching sad movies, no drama had touched her life.

And now this.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she heard Reece’s Land Cruiser throttling in the yard. He was home on one of his afternoon stopovers. Her heart thumped painfully at the confrontation to come.

About the Author



J.L. Campbell is an award-winning, Jamaican author who writes romantic suspense, women’s fiction, new and young adult novels. She has written thirteen books, six novellas and two short story collections.

Her novels include the Island Adventure Romance series, which currently has five exciting, stand-alone stories and features feisty women and determined men. Campbell’s mission is to write stories that entertain and educate readers. She is a certified editor, who also writes non-fiction.






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ABOUT THE BOOK

Three fourteen year old boys, Brett McGovern, Stephen Bailey and Michael Erickson are inextricably linked by abduction and murder. Brett, who was abducted from Indianapolis, fears that his captors will decide to kill him. Stephen and Michael have been abducted, and the detectives on the case know that if they are not found within 24 hours, any chance of finding them is remote and they will be gone forever. A fourth boy, George Tokay, a Navajo, holds a key piece to this puzzle and doesn’t realize it. Pete Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have been tracking the murders of kids for the past 2 years. If they can find these two boys, they might find the answers to the questions that have been eluding them.


About the Author

Joseph Lewis has published four books so far: Taking Lives, (August 2014) a prequel to the Lives Trilogy; Stolen Lives, (November 2015) Book One of the Lives Trilogy; Shattered Lives, (March 2015); and Splintered Lives, Book Three of the Lives Trilogy (November 2015), all in the thriller/mystery genre, and each has garnered outstanding reviews. Previously, Lewis published a short story, Dusty And Me (1989). He writes a weekly inspirational blog, Simple Thoughts From A Complicated Mind, Sort Of located at http://jrlewis.blogspot.com.

Lewis has been in education for 40 years as a teacher, coach, counselor and administrator. He is currently a high school principal and resides in Virginia with his wife, Kim, of 24 years, along with his daughters, Hannah and Emily. His son, Wil, is deceased.



A Chat with Author, Joseph Lewis

1. How would you describe your books?

I write thrillers with a lot of mystery and suspense. My main characters are teenagers, and I would like to think that though I write thriller-fiction, my stories contain a message of hope, courage, and survival. All four books are currently found on Amazon. They are works of fiction. It story centers on human trafficking, specifically children, and based upon my experience as a counselor and as an adjunct educator who had volunteered with an organization dedicated to children who are missing and sexually exploited.

2. What type of research did you do for the book and what was most personally interesting?

I think the facts from the Center for Missing Children, along with facts from the FBI site were interesting, but what was most interesting was listening to stories from kids and parents of those kids who had been abused and in at least one or two cases, still missing. It is that agony, that pain, and the “unknowing” that I brought out in my book.

3. How do you relate to the characters? How does that help make them feel more like real people?

My characters are very real to me. I see them. I hear them speak. I watch as they react. I tend to write visually and vividly, and from what I’ve read from the reviews, the readers seem to “picture” them and “see” them, too. I will say that I have a couple of favorites and I think any reader will quickly tell who they are as they turn the pages.

4. How important was it to make the book realistic?

Without realism, any book becomes boring and a “cardboard cutout” and that doesn’t interest me in the least. Readers are so very smart, intelligent, and they can readily and intuitively feel when an author is lazy. I’ve been told that my books are too gritty and disturbing.   Well, so is human trafficking and if I can disturb others, all the better because bottom-line, we need to protect our kids and educate the public. I take pride in making my stories real. If not, I’m wasting my time and the reader’s time.

5. What inspired you to write Stolen Lives and the Lives Trilogy and Prequel?

Jacob Wetterling’s story. If you aren’t familiar with him, Jacob was taken at gunpoint in front of friends in October of 1989. He was eleven years old at the time. There have been many leads and a tremendous amount of investigation, but Jake is still missing. The Prequel to the Lives Trilogy, Taking Lives is actually dedicated to all missing children, but specifically dedicated to Jacob Wetterling.

6. Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

I believe all and any writing, good writing, should teach a truth or make a truth apparent, so yes, in my writing, I want the reader to understand that the world can be both-sometimes at the same time- an ugly and beautiful place to live, and that there is always hope and the human spirit is courageous and inspiring.

7. Do you have a detailed master plan or general idea when you write?

I have an idea and go with it. I don’t outline. I do a lot of pre-writing in my head way before I sit at a computer to write. There have been times when I sit down thinking that the story will go in one direction, only to be happily surprised when it shifts in a different direction based upon dialogue, action, and setting. I know it sounds crazy, but I mean it when I say that sometimes, my characters take over and I become just the facilitator.


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Twitter at @jrlewisauthor



Email Address: immrlewis@gmail.com


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Friday, August 5, 2016

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Featuring Author, Mary Abshire


Claiming the Evil Dead
Soul Catcher
Book 1
Mary Abshire
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: December 28, 2015

ISBN: 9781772336528
ASIN: B019YIILU4

Number of pages: 303
Word Count: 99,845




Book Description:

An evil vampire preying upon children is on the loose in Chicago. Destroying him isn’t enough. Half-demon Jessie Garrett wants to send his soul where it belongs…in Hell.

Jessie lives a normal life—office worker by day and paranormal investigator on the side. She keeps her true nature and unique gift hidden. When a vampire approaches her with knowledge of her ability, her world starts to change. Drake, a member of Vampires for the Ethical Treatment of Other Vampires, propositions her for a job.

Although Jessie doesn’t trust him, she can’t turn down the opportunity to serve the ultimate justice to an evil vampire. Trying to capture the devout killer comes with a few complications. But as she partners with Drake she learns not all bloodsuckers are bad and discovers the cold-blooded vamp is a temptation too difficult to resist.


Excerpt Claiming the Evil Dead: 

"Jessie Garrett," he said, capturing my attention. "Twenty-four, single, computer technician, paranormal investigator…" He paused and directed his attention from the road to me.

I stared back at him and waited for him to say the word.

"Demon," he finished.

"That's not on my birth certificate."

His lips twitched. "You're a mystery to me."

"Let's keep it that way."

I shifted one leg over the other. From my peripheral vision, I saw him watching me. I wore a knee-length black skirt with small, blue floral designs and three-inch black sandals. I'd selected the skirt thinking I would stay cooler. Now that I realized I had exposed my bare legs to his eyes, I wished I'd worn jeans.

"I have met a few demons in my existence, and I have to admit that none compare to you."

I silently chuckled. What a sweet compliment. Maybe he had a warm personality hidden within that cold body of his. Maybe.

"Tell me, Jessie Garrett, where have you been hiding all these years?"

"You followed me and seem to know a lot about me. Why don't you tell me?" I crossed my arms.

"How about a deal?"

"Another one?"

"Consider it an exchange. You tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me."

His proposal appealed to me. Since I was stuck in a car with him for the next three hours, and I had limited knowledge of vampires, why not cash in on a golden opportunity to learn more about him?

"Okay," I said with a shrug. "But I get to ask the first question."

He grinned. "Always a concession with you."

I flashed a smile at him. He should have known that bargaining with a demon was never easy.




Catching an Evil Tail
Soul Catcher
Book 2
Mary Abshire
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: February 26, 2016

ISBN: 9781772337464
ASIN: B01C2A2IO6
Word Count: 84,720







Book Description:

Half-demon Jessie Garrett longs to liberate herself from the debt she owes the demon yearning to seduce her. When Jeremy asks for her help, she jumps at the chance to make a new deal with him—one that will guarantee her freedom. The only catch? She has to send the soul of a werewolf to Hell.

As if Jessie didn’t have enough trouble in her life, her vampire lover remains out of the country. After Drake fails to offer an explanation as to why he hasn’t returned, she starts to wonder if she should move on without him. But when he finally shows up and defends his absence, his justification stuns and terrifies her.

Love, trust, and loyalty are on the line. Torn between her feelings for her vampire boyfriend, a hot Alpha wolf, and a demon vowing to protect her, Jessie must figure out her heart’s true desires and the best course of action to stay alive.

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Excerpt Catching an Evil Tail:


I sat on the floor of my fancy suite with my back against the sofa, drinking my third bottle of expensive vodka. One minute, I hated the world and everyone, especially men. The next, I wanted to ball my eyes out over being alone. Remote in one hand and bottle in the other, I flipped through the channels, searching for something violent, something horrific, or something that would appease my inner demon. One thing I knew for sure was that I hated Jeremy.

The time on the news channel showed it was past 1:00 a.m. Thanks to my pity party, I'd drowned into a world I hadn't seen in a long time—not since college when Christopher and I split. Men—couldn't live with them and couldn't live without them. And turning into a lesbian wouldn't work for me. I needed a man to hold me, kiss me, and love me in the most passionate way. Why couldn't I find such a man?

I gulped down another fourth of the bottle. The fiery liquor raised my temperature. Sweat beaded on my face and neck. As I lowered the bottle to my side, everything in the room started spinning while all worries and cares drifted away. Hell yeah, I was feeling damn good!

Hearing the click of the adjoining room door, I turned my head. The room spun, but I managed to see two figures. They headed toward me.

"Wanna drink?" I held up the bottle as an offering. Two seconds later, I withdrew my offer. Screw sharing.

Jeremy squatted at my side. His body moved sideways and I busted out in laughter.

"Are we in an earthquake?" The words came out slurred.

"Is she drunk?" the man behind Jeremy asked.

I leaned sideways to get a look at the man, only my control didn't exist and I nearly crashed into the floor until Jeremy caught me. I laughed, then recognized the person behind Jeremy.

Hey, I know you," I said, pointing the bottle toward Ryan. "You're Jeremy's werewolf friend. Here, wolfie-wolfie."

"How much has she had?" the werewolf asked.

Jeremy jerked the bottle from my hand.

"Hey, that's mine." I reached for it.

The room tilted and everything moved so fast that I gave up trying to reclaim my bottle before I could fell face-first on the floor.

"Here." I pushed two empty bottles toward him. "You can have these, too. I don't want them anymore."

"Damn!" Ryan shouted. "I don't think we should have left her alone."

I giggled. "I had a great time." I slapped my hand on my thigh. "With me, myself, and I."

Jeremy's fingers grazed my cheek as he brushed aside the hair from my face. "Where did you get the liquor?"

"Your fingers are so warm." The snake tattoo on his arm captured my gaze.

He lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "Where did you get the bottles, Jessie?"

I drew in a deep breath. "I visited the lounge, and the manager served me a bottle. I asked if he'd sell me a couple, but he turned me down." I jerked my chin away from him. Suddenly, the room started moving.

Jeremy put his hands on the sides of my face and brought my gaze back to his. "How did you get the bottles?"

Everything stopped spinning. "I showed him a little ass, and he sold them to me." I smiled.

Ryan chuckled behind Jeremy, but the sound turned into a cough. "Sorry."

I stared into Jeremy's soft brown eyes. "You're a fucker, Jeremy. A mean motherfucker."

His lips pulled into a bright smile. "Now there's the woman I love."

I shoved him and he fell backward on his ass.





Fighting Evil
Soul Catcher
Book 3
Mary Abshire
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: March 15, 2016

ISBN: 9781772337747
ASIN: B01D1SF2FK

Number of pages: 271
Word Count: 86,480







Book Description:

Half-demon Jessie Garrett’s battles seem endless. While Jeremy, the demon out to win her heart, teaches her how to fight, Jessie’s relationship with her vampire lover, Drake, reaches a breaking point. Adding to her struggles, she must defend her life against a group of vampires who consider her a threat to their existence.

Held captive on a remote island with both Drake and Jeremy protecting her, she is tested in ways she’s never imagined. Jessie fights back; only her actions do more harm than good. The group offers her a choice, but no matter what she decides, her life will change forever.


Excerpt Fighting Evil:

"Drake?" I gave him a questioning look with my brows closing in near my nose.

He approached me, threading his fingers through his long brown hair. His face was tight, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Dark eyes pierced me. "We need to talk."

The tension claiming him had to be a result from my less than appropriate appearance with Jeremy at the karate school.

"Is it about earlier?" I asked.

He stopped in front of me and gripped my shoulders. "What in God's name were you doing without your clothes on?" His tone was deep, full of anger and concern.

"We were fighting. After he broke my neck—"

He growled, and he tightened his grip. "He broke your neck?"

"I made a stupid move—and that gave him time to remove my clothes. But when my bones healed, I beat the shit out of him. For once, I actually beat him." I smiled, hoping Drake would find my accomplishment as worthy as I did.

The tightness in his face ebbed. "You created that bloody mess on his face?"

I lifted a shoulder. "He made me angry when he tried to take advantage of me."

A smile spread across Drake's face. "I hope I never make you that angry."

"Don't give me a reason, and you won't have to worry." Grinning, I recalled times when he had made me angry. After we'd first met, the ancient vamp and I had many communication issues. Add my lack of trust and our relationship went beyond tense. Yet, somehow, we worked out our problems and fell madly in love, a feat I never would have thought possible two months ago.

Drake's gaze honed in on my mouth. He touched my chin and gently glided his thumb over my bottom lip, the repeatedly busted one. "I can heal this for you." His voice was as soft as his touch and made my insides quiver.

My eyes drooped. "No, he'll know."

Slowly, he slid his hand down my arm, spawning an increase of goose flesh. "Are you saying we can't even kiss now?"

Oh, I wanted to kiss his soft lips, enjoy the touch of his playful tongue, and feel his cool embrace wrapped around me. I hated we had to pretend we weren't lovers. "Maybe when the cut is healed." Denying a simple kiss felt worse than any hit or broken bone.

Drake wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him. His energy passed through me in a peaceful wave. "My heart and soul long to be with you."

I hugged him with all the strength I had while I breathed in his rosemary cedar wood scent. On the outside, his body was cool and solid, pleasing to my feverish flesh. Inside, passionate love filled him. I wanted to hold onto him and his love forever. "You have no idea how much I want to forget about everything and just be alone with you."





Love Conquers All Evil
Soul Catcher
Book 4
Mary Abshire
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: April 21, 2016

ISBN: 9781772338188
ASIN: B01EK4A916

Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 97,650






Book Description:

Hiding from the VETOV, Jessie and Drake move to a small town in Alaska—home to humans, demons, and werewolves. They soon discover a serial killer is on the loose and it's a demon stealing good souls. Jessie longs to end the fiend's rampage so she can send his soul to Hell. But finding the murderer won't be easy, especially after she bumps into a werewolf who had kidnapped and tried to kill her.

Jessie reaches out to Alan, the Alpha she'd helped in Arizona. Alan and Drake work together to eliminate the threat against Jessie, but removing the werewolf may come with a steep price.

Over a roller coaster ride of events, Jessie battles for survival and her soul.

Through all her struggles, she maintains a feverish love for Drake. On Christmas Eve, he presents Jessie with a surprise. Eternity never looked better for the half-demon soul catcher.

Excerpt Love Conquers All Evil:

Lightly biting my tongue, I paced in the room. A violent demon stabbed people, then stole their souls and money. Why would a person—no, a demon—do such a thing? How long had they been killing? Did they just start, or was it an addiction? And why weren't people fighting back? Was the demon taking their souls first? No, that couldn't be the answer since the demon stabbed some of the victims in the back.

"You still have not told me what is on your mind," Drake said.

I stopped pacing near the door. "I'm thinking about the kind of demons who steal souls."

"You know what I am talking about," he said, smiling. "Our agreement from earlier. You owe me an answer and I intend to get it."

Get it? Oh, I could give it, but why not make him work for it? "And I seem to recall telling you to give me what I want and I will tell you. Well, Mr. Dark Eyes, you still owe me."

"Mr. Dark Eyes?" Drake slowly rose from the chair. "I owe you?"

I took a step back, placing myself in the doorway. Any closer and I'd run. He'd have to catch me and work for the answer.

"I fulfilled my obligation," he said, his head slightly tilted to the side. His pupils swelled.

I licked my lips. "Only to an extent. We were interrupted."

"You are teasing me." He took a step toward me.

Grinning, I darted down the hall, then raced down the stairs. Footsteps came fast behind me. I had no hope of escaping him, but that was all part of the fun. And he knew it.

Drake caught me two steps past the staircase. He picked me up and my legs flew in front of me. He carried me into the bedroom, all while I laughed, screamed a little, and wriggled in his arms. Reaching the bed, he let go and I fell onto the soft mattress.

I quickly twisted around to face him. Below his curled upper lip, two sharp teeth said hello. Amusement played on his face. He grabbed my legs and yanked me toward him.

"Do you refuse to tell me after we agreed—"

"Refuse is such a strong word. I don't refuse. I simply want something in return," I said with a playful smile.

He lowered his body over mine, then rubbed his solid cock against me. Damn, he felt so good and ready.

"I intend to get my answer," he said before he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me tenderly.

I raked my fingers through his soft hair, brushing it away from his face. "Show me how badly you want it."

After a quick tug, my shorts came off. He showed me how much he wanted my answer, repeatedly, until my body was sore, throbbing with ecstasy, and totally exhausted.







Freedom From the Evil Dead
Soul Catcher
Book 5
Mary Abshire 
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: May 18, 2016

ISBN: 9781772338577
ASIN: B01FTR0J4U

Number of pages: 269
Word Count: 87,790






Book Description:

Drake and Jessie have spent a few years hiding from the group of vampires who believe she is a threat to their existence. When Drake learns the organization may be willing to negotiate, he decides to take a chance and meet with them. For over three years, Jessie waits for her vampire lover to return. She fears the worst and seeks to locate him from the only man who can help her.

Jessie bargains with Jeremy, the demon she turned away so long ago. But locating Drake comes with many sacrifices. After Jeremy nearly pays with his life, Jessie takes matters into her own hands. Willing to surrender her own existence, she leaves to free Drake.

Through great heartache and suffering, Jessie struggles to survive. Fury gives her strength and she vows revenge. Given freedom and a chance to live a normal life she's always dreamed, Jessie must decide her future.


Excerpt Freedom From the Evil Dead: 

Jeremy poured more vodka. "I missed our days of drinking together. We had some good times." He set the bottle upright.

I stared at the glass. "You know I wouldn’t be here unless I needed your help. I’m putting your life in danger by coming here."

"Yeah, well…" He gave a casual shrug with one of his shoulders. "I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for blue-eyed half-demons."

I almost chuckled. Almost, then I grabbed the shot and downed it. The fluid warmed me again.

"In case you’ve forgotten, I’m quite capable of handling any vampires," he said.

"The skill is a handy one." I nodded.

He chuckled. "Nice choice of words." He crossed his arms. "Now tell me what I can help you with."

I breathed in deeply. "I want you to help me find Drake."

The amusement on his face disappeared. "Seriously?"

"I don’t know if he’s alive—"

"He’s been dead for several centuries," he interrupted, and I paused.

"I need proof he’s still here or…not. No pictures. No videos. I need to see with my own eyes if they destroyed him, or if they’re holding him hostage. If they are keeping him against his will, then I want him freed. And if they did destroy him…" I paused to gather more air. "I want them extinguished. And if by all means possible, I want to send their souls to Hell."

Jeremy stared calmly at me, then he rose. He started pacing. "Let me get this straight. You want me to help you find your old lover, whom I despise. And if he’s been burned to ashes, you want me to help you get revenge." He stopped to look at me.

"In a nutshell, yes."

He chuckled as he grabbed the bottle and filled the glass. "Not only am I risking my life, I would be putting others in danger."

"I realize this." The notion of harm to other people bothered me greatly and I vowed to minimize the risk as much as possible. But ultimately, I realized someone could get hurt, or worse.

He took the shot fast, then set the glass on the counter. "Then you know this will cost you."

I lowered my gaze as I nodded. "I know."

He rubbed his hand over his mouth, then scratched his cheek. "What do think? Should I shave?"

I gave him a quizzical look. How could ask me such unimportant questions when we were in the middle of a serious matter?

"I…I don’t know. It looks good on you."

"You think? Doesn't it make me look older though?" He sat on the stool.

I shook my head, disliking his pettiness. "So what if it does? It looks fine on you."

"So you like it?"

I tossed my hands up. "Yes. Yes. Can we get on with negotiations, please?"

He grinned and slowly dragged his gaze down to my chest. I rolled my eyes. It was only a matter of time before his naughty mind would start working.







The Evil Next Door
Soul Catcher
Book 6
Mary Abshire 
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: June 13, 2016

ISBN: 9781772338898
ASIN: B01GZLO9BI

Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 69,820






Blurb/Book Description: Jessie is enjoying life as she settles into her new home with Jeremy in New Mexico. She's ready to fulfill her agreement with the demon, but the doctor delays her plans. While she continues to recover from her ordeal with the VETOV, she learns women on the Indian reservation next door are being abused, raped, and sometimes murdered. Jessie starts her own investigation and with the help of a Chief, she's able to trace years of mistreatment to three men.

But Jeremy doesn't want her risking her life. Seeking to protect her, he pleads with her to let him handle the issue. Tension between the two escalates as she takes matters into her own hands. When he proves his devotion to her in ways she never imagined, she discovers her true feelings for the demon. Together, will they be able to end the violence toward women on the reservation?


Excerpt The Evil Next Door: 

The screen door squealed before we reached the kitchen. Jeremy stepped inside, then closed the front door.

"Is everything okay now?" I asked as I approached him.

He secured the lock before he faced me. "I don't want you investigating this matter anymore."

Staring at him, I felt as if I'd been punched in the gut. "Have you no compassion for those women?"

"I do, but your life means more to me."

His response didn't surprise me given the extremes he'd taken to save me and provide me a good life. But his excuse still angered me.

"I can't stop. Those women need help."

"Not from you."

"Then who?" I asked in an elevated tone while I threw up my arms. "The police don't do anything. Nobody helps them. Women are—"

"Stop," he said loudly. "I will not let you get involved. You are mine to protect and I will do it as I see fit."

His words lit a fire within me. I wouldn't stand by and let him tell me what to do. Did he think he could control me because I didn't have any money, a job, or any friends outside his circle? I didn't have any of those things, but I was alive and free. While I would honor our deal, I would not allow him to push me around. And I refused to be treated like a glass doll. Temper shooting through the roof, I balled my hands and stepped toward him.

"You do not own me. I own my life and my soul. Not you." Fury strengthened my voice. Staring into his eyes, I moved closer and he stepped back. "If you think for one second you can control me, think again." He bumped into the door and I stood inches from him. "I am not afraid of you."

His eyes widened as realization slapped him in the face. He grabbed hold of my arms, then spun me around until my back hit the door. Before I could take my next breath, he covered my mouth with his. The kiss stunned me and I didn't want it. I was too outraged. Then, he claimed my tongue and sucked on it. I tried to ignore the intensity of his desire and pushed my hands on his chest. He wouldn't budge. He took hold of my wrists, then pinned them to the door. Body pressed to mine, he rubbed his groin against my belly. My nipples hardened while heat swelled within me. The feel of his solid erection transformed my anger in a flash. When he pushed his length against me again, I wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep inside me.

I moaned under his kiss while I struggled to breathe. My fight to stop him quickly ended, but he continued to pin me to the door. Body wet with need, I yearned for him. He stroked my tongue and I returned the same care. He let go of my wrists, then slid one of his hands between us. While he sought to touch me, I did the same to him. I slipped my hand into his sweat pants and quickly found my prize. It was thick and hard and I never wanted to let go.








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Mary lives in Indiana and is a lifetime lover of the paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. When she's not slaving away at her government job or binge watching TV, she creates fantastical worlds with vampires, demons, werewolves, angels, and other supernatural creatures. Dive into her books and find action, suspense, a dash of mystery, and seductive men with passionate hearts.








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