Friday, January 31, 2025

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...Ominous Odyssey...#Thriller #SciFi #TimeTravel #Romance @RABTBookTours

(International Thriller Series Book 7)

 Thriller / Sci-Fi / Time Travel / Romance

Date Published: October 1, 2023

 

 WHO COULD SURVIVE IN A WORLD 50,000 YEARS AGO?

Ominous Odyssey is a thriller and a love story. It takes place four years after teenager Amos McCabe escaped from kidnappers. Now, with a degree in archeology and anthropology, he gets an invitation to work at a dig site in Italy south of Rome. Archeologists discovered the bones of nine Neanderthals. The young man can’t wait to learn the secrets of these prehistoric people.

The lead archeologist informs Amos there are tunnels they have not yet explored. His curiosity gets the better of him. The adventurer brings his headlamp and investigates before anyone arrives for work. When the young man reaches the end of the tunnel, something terrifying happens.

He discovers he’s been transported to an alternate universe of 50,000 years ago. The explorer soon realizes there’s no way to escape. What will become of McCabe? Has his exuberance gotten the better of him? Join Amos for an adventure of a lifetime, in a new world of wonder.

About the Author. . .

J.T. Kelly gained a love for the European continent while living in Rome, Italy, for a year and traveling extensively. These incredible experiences provided indelible memories. J.T. combined them with his fond recollections of summers spent on Lake Maxinkuckee in northern Indiana. Coincidentally, it's a place where other authors such as Kurt Vonnegut also enjoyed the area's charms. Readers find that most of Kelly's fictional novels begin at the lake where crimes occur. The stories frequently expand to Europe as the good guys search for the perpetrators.

Prior to developing his eight novels, Kelly honed his writing skills as an award-winning communications professional. An avid reader, J.T. has enjoyed numerous authors in the mystery, thriller & suspense categories. As a result, his followers will be hooked on the fast-paced excitement that rival many novels in these captivating and addictive genres.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2025

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...Lost: The Misfits #Series #Book 1...#Fantasy @RABTBookTours @SexyNerdRevue

 

 The Mistfits Series, Book 1

Fantasy

Date Published: October 1, 2025

Publisher: Phenomenal One Press

Penelope Pawn had an addiction. She liked candy, sword-fighting shadows, and boys. Still, something was seriously wrong and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Being homeless wasn’t as bad for her as it was for most. She had a way of collecting kids that turned into family, like brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, every time another kid agreed to come with her to the hiding place she’d created, a rush of power would surge through her like she’d consumed a drug, sealed a deal, or done something wrong. There was one guy, though, who wouldn’t come. When Terek showed up at her doorstep, a place well hidden from most others, and demanded she heed his warning, it was the first time she feared an enemy's strength. Was he a challenge that could become her savior, revealing the truth of her past to her? Could this boy show her how to repair the fiber of the world she’d unknowingly ripped apart, causing a catastrophic end to the home she’d built for herself and the lost ones?

About the Author. . .

L.M. Preston, a native of Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. She is an author, an engineer, a professor, a mother and a wife. Her passion for writing and helping others to see their potential through her stories and encouragement has been her life’s greatest adventures.She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.

 

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Tuesday, January 28, 2025

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...Heart of a Lion...#Gay #Dark #Fantasy #Romance @RABTBookTours @SexyNerdRevue

Gay Dark Fantasy Romance

Date Published: January 31, 2025

 

 It takes a guardsman with the heart of a lion to love the hunt master and survive the wrath of the duke.

A chance encounter lands young Curran a coveted position as Duke Luthias’s personal guard, but his seeming good fortune soon sours as the evil and deception woven into the castle walls takes its toll.

Tanis, the lover the duke makes Curran surrender as part of his oath of loyalty, is the only man he can trust to help him stop the duke’s ill-fated campaign to punish the northern marauders. But Tanis has secrets of his own, and as much as he loves Curran, they could lose much more than their lives if he gets involved now.

When the raiders retaliate for the duke’s acts of war by laying siege to his castle, all three men are forced to take refuge within the fortified walls. Who lives and who dies will depend on one man having the heart of a lion.

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England 1446

The Foot of the Chevoit Hills



“This was a fine idea,” Curran Aurick announced to the world at large. He arched his back until the rest of his naked body floated to the surface of the steamy water. The natural hot spring formed a bathtub big enough for ten large men, but this night Curran had it all to himself. Of course, if one of the castle functionaries ever caught him here, his good fortune would take a sharp turn for the worse.

“A member of the guard must not befoul the healing waters into which His Grace’s lily-white bottom descends,” he mocked in the nasal tone of the keep’s chatelaine. Like Luthias’ arse shat daisies.

Not that he had any personal knowledge of the arse belonging to Luthias, the Fourth Duke of Otterburn. Yet. Duke Luthias hadn’t been home since Curran took the post of guardsman. That in no way diminished the respect and love which blossomed in Curran’s heart as he listened to the epic tales spun about His Grace’s battle prowess, kind heart, and lusty cock.

The great nobleman had beaten back the northern marauders time and time again. His campaigns on the border separating his beautiful duchy from the Scottish rocks prevented the butchering heathens from spilling stout English blood throughout the peaceful countryside.

As his large family lived in one of the duke’s protected villages, it was a cause Curran wholeheartedly supported. It was also one of the biggest reasons he’d left home. Curran planned to spend his life chasing adventure so his younger siblings back home never needed to run in fear from the barbarians. What better way to accomplish that than by joining the duke’s army and learning the art of making war from the man who did it best?

Unfortunately, as a member of the duke’s home guard, Curran had no opportunity to take an active role in the duchy’s defense. The only time he’d had to draw his weapon was to fend off a playful attack by a quartet of maids.

Thank you, ladies, but no thank you. It took something stouter than a virgin’s plump breasts to make his cock sit up and take notice. Given the dearth of male lovers in the area, every so often Curran became tempted to take a bite of the sweet meat the ladies offered him. The notion never lasted long, for he need only look at their powdered and perfumed bodies to have his manhood bow down in defeat.

No, his body and soul belonged to men with a warrior’s heart. The heart of a lion. Rare men like Luthias.

True, the duke was aging, but far from infirm if the stories told about him contained a grain of truth. His corded thighs were laced with battle scars. His hands were calloused from a strong grip on the hilt of his sword. No doubt the man’s cock would stand as tall and proud as the duke himself.

Curran longed to know what would please so great and worthy a man in the privacy of his bedchamber. Yet, bedding the duke was a dream destined to remain unfulfilled. His first three wives were fragile creatures, dying in childbirth or soon thereafter according to common servant gossip. The fact that he kept replacing those he’d lost even after procuring a male heir spoke to his preference for feminine charms.

Did the duke require his wife to pleasure him with her mouth first? Or was it her warm, wet channel that His Grace preferred? Would there be anything Curran could do to entice the man to sample what pleasures could be found in the arms -- and snug arsehole -- of another man?

Curran let his thoughts linger on the arousing topic, generating an internal heat equal to the temperature of the mineral-laden water surrounding him. His engorged cock bobbed against his flat stomach as he imagined being impaled by the duke’s cock. Soon his cock swelled with the need for release, even if it had to come from his own hand.

Under the water, his feet sought solid ground upon which to rest. The irregularly shaped wall of the pool provided an alcove which cupped his body perfectly. His fist encompassed his cock, stroking the hard cock in a steady rhythm. He didn’t have much room to widen his stance, but he did what he could with his other hand to bring his balls equal pleasure.

“More, faster,” he moaned encouragingly to the duke of his erotic dreams.

His imaginary lover complied, taking care to rub a thumb over the head of his cock on the upstroke, just as Curran preferred.

Sharp edges of the natural formation had been chipped away to provide a surface that might abrade but not slice through tender flesh. Curran relished the sensation of the rough texture against his skin as he flexed his hips.

In and out, his cock thrust through his tight fist. No, not his, the duke’s. And what was it Luthias was saying? Oh, yes. That Curran was a brave and honorable man. A man who pleased the duke in so many ways…

“Yes, yes. Take me fully into your mouth, sire,” Curran said aloud. It was the last coherent phrase he could utter, for the power of his release overtook his muscles and he cried out to the full moon in one long, shuddering breath.

And in the brief silence that followed, Curran heard a shrill, avian cry that chilled him to the bone.

About the Author. . .

Kira Stone has been around the block…the writer’s block, that is.

From vamps and witches to historical heroes, from futuristic scientists to paranormal corporate executives, from Canadian werewolves to off-world shifters, Kira has written about them all. Manlove has sparked hot and heavy in many of her plots, but Kira also finds a lucky lady to keep the sexy heroes company from time to time. While Scotland remains her favorite place in the world, Kira is constantly in search of new adventures to add to the creative primordial ooze where her best stories are born.


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Sunday, January 19, 2025

#OnTheBlogToday #BookReview...Three Days in June...#Netgalley #AnneTyler #Family #LoveAndMarriage #Relationships #HusbandAndWives @SexyNerdRevue

A new Anne Tyler novel destined to be an instant classic: a socially awkward mother of the bride navigates the days before and after her daughter's wedding.

Gail Baines is having a bad day. To start, she loses her job—or quits, depending on whom you ask. Tomorrow her daughter, Debbie, is getting married, and she hasn’t even been invited to the spa day organized by the mother of the groom. Then, Gail’s ex-husband, Max, arrives unannounced on her doorstep, carrying a cat, without a place to stay, and without even a suit.

But the true crisis lands when Debbie shares with her parents a secret she has just learned about her husband to be. It will not only throw the wedding into question but also stir up Gail and Max’s past.

Told with deep sensitivity and a tart sense of humor, full of the joys and heartbreaks of love and marriage and family life, Three Days in June is a triumph, and gives us the perennially bestselling, Pulitzer Prize–winning writer at the height of her powers.

The Sexy Nerd's Review. . .

I wish all books could be written like this one. Tyler took a very simple story and turned it into a masterpiece, and she didn’t make the reader have to suffer through hundreds upon hundreds of pages to do it. Simply put. She just told the story.

Gail finds herself at a crossroads. Her daughter is getting married, and she is standing in the school administrator’s office where she works and learns that she’s being replaced by a younger version of herself. Hmmph! With the experience Gail had, she was able to do the job her boss was doing but she was advised she wasn’t personable enough. Well, doesn’t that beat all.

She goes home to lick her wounds and at the same time calm herself down so she can enjoy her daughter’s big day the next day and her ex-husband shows up with a cat in tow. He didn’t book a hotel so he just assumed he could bunk with Gail. What the hell?

As Gail tries to adjust her life around Max, the ex-hubby, her daughter shares something with her that was totally unexpected. Her secret was so mind blowing she felt perhaps her daughter should postpone the wedding. When Debbi, her daughter, decides she is still going through with it, her decision caused Gail to look at herself and ponder on how her marriage went left when she and Max divorced.

If there is any such thing as a quick slow burn, that’s how I would describe this story. As you begin to journey along with Gail, you’ll find out that life sometimes plays jokes on you and gives you a whole new perspective.

I absolutely loved this story. I could relate to Gail because as you age and have been there and done that through life, you start to really delve deep into the way you handled things in the past that most definitely will leave a lasting impact in the future. This is what Gail faces and we, the readers, get to view her world. I couldn’t get enough. This was an amazing story.

The Sexy Nerd gives Three Days in June five more days for Gail to get through everything. I’ve never read this author before and now that I have, I think I’d like to read some of Tyler’s other bodies of work. Three Days in June goes on sale, Tues., February 11, 2025, at your favorite book retailers or wherever books are sold. If you’re looking for a good quick story to sink your eyes into, I highly recommend reading this. I found it so enjoyable and relatable. Well done, Anne Tyler! You’ve made a new fan!

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Friday, January 17, 2025

#OnTheBlogToday #BookBlitz...Just Call Me Jim...#PNR #Thriller @RABTBookTours @SexyNerdRevue

Paranormal Thriller

Date Published: 6/13/22

 

Jim Vincent thought he'd seen it all, but he'd never seen anything like this.

He'd fought in Vietnam and founded successful companies in Silicon Valley.

His Napa Valley retirement was supposed to be quiet and peaceful.

Until he was visited by an extraterrestrial calling itself the Source.

When the Source recruits him to address some of the problems here on Earth, Jim discovers that world leaders and criminal enterprises don't exactly appreciate his meddling.

How was Jim supposed to know that trying to rid the world of evil would leave people wanting him dead?

About the Author. . .





James Peifer is a retired business-owner from Silicon Valley.

He was an Army Captain and a combat veteran of the Vietnam War.

He lives in Napa, California.






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Thursday, January 16, 2025

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...Baxter Leans to Save...#Investments #Finances @RABTBookTours

Baxter Learns to Save

Children's Book

Date Published: June 4, 2024

Baxter Learns to Save is a vibrant journey into the world of savings, investing, and diversifying, tailored to empower children with financial wisdom that's often missing in early education. Through the playful adventures of Baxter the Bunny and Hazel the Hedgehog, this book plants the seeds of financial literacy in young minds, showing them the importance of building a savings nest egg and the magic of making it grow.

Guided by the astute Wise Mr. Owl, our furry friends explore the forest's natural bounty, learning life-changing lessons about managing resources and ensuring a bountiful future for themselves and their forest friends.

This delightful story is not just a narrative; it's a foundational step towards securing a financially stable future for the next generation.

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Italia Tornabene, a self-made millionaire, author, serial entrepreneur, and savvy investor, shares her extraordinary life experiences.

From rubbing shoulders with elite individuals to her unconventional career as an exotic dancer and sex worker, Italia's journey is as captivating as it is inspiring.

Discover how she overcame hardships and built an empire through resilience and determination. Her story is empowering and empowering testament to the resilience inherent in us all, and she's thrilled to share her wisdom with everyone she encounters.

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Tuesday, January 14, 2025

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...Black Reign #MC #Romance @RABTBookTours

Black Reign MC (#10)

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: 1/17/25

 Who knew we’d get ambushed by the cartel on our way to a village deep in the Amazon jungle?

Holly: I was sick as a kid. Leukemia. Felt like someone always had to drop everything to take care of me. Hate being dependent on people now, so I try to do everything myself. When my best friend takes up with a creep and won’t believe me when I tell her something’s not right with the man, I decide it’s safer (for her) if I go with her on a trip to Columbia he’s organizing. Bad news: I’m right. Fortunately the most annoying man I’ve ever come to count on thinks it’s his job to rescue me. This time, I might just let him. And that’s where the trouble starts…

Jax: I’ve known Holly nearly all her life. I’ve been her protector and the person she wants most when things go horribly wrong, which they do, more often than not. To say we have a contentious relationship is an understatement. I put a claim on Holly she never accepted, but it’s time to force the issue. Not because she doesn’t love me. Because she’s afraid history is doomed to repeat itself. She’s wrong. I’ll always come for her when she needs me. Like it or not, Holly’s more than my responsibility. No matter the cost, she’s mine.

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 Jax

“Let me get this straight.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off the headache threatening to split my skull open. Funny how that worked when I talked to Holly. “You’re voluntarily going to a country with a level four travel advisory. Unarmed. With a bunch of college students. With no security to speak of. Have I got that right?” I tried to keep my voice low and even, to fight my way through the rage that she’d be so cavalier with her life.

“Sweet God, could you be a bigger buzzkill.” Holly, ever the little ray of sarcastic sunshine, sounded like she was exasperated with me. Or, quite possibly, like she thought I was being unreasonable.

“Answer the question, Holly.” If I let her distract me, she’d talk her way around my directness and hang up before I could forbid her from going. Not that it was going to help. Holly always did what she wanted. Usually, only her mother was able to talk sense into her.

“You do realize you’re not the boss of me. Right?”

“I realize that, when you’re considering putting your life in danger for no good fuckin’ reason, someone has to rein you in. I’m surprised Wrath even considered letting you go, much less given his blessing.” The silence on the other end was deafening. “You didn’t tell him.” It wasn’t a question.

“Again, not your business, Jax. This is my life and I’m living it. If I get into trouble, I’ll accept the consequences.”

“Even if it cost you your life?” I tried to go for a matter-of-fact tone, but my words came out a low growl.

“Even if it cost me my life.”

Neither of us spoke for long moments, the silence so long I was afraid the call had dropped. Then she sighed.

“Look, Jax. I’ve got a sat phone. Even if there’s no cell coverage where we’re at, Shotgun will be able to see where I am. He and Esther are great with that shit. If we get into trouble, I can call him. They can either send someone to come get me, or let me work it out myself. I’m only agreeing to any of this so my mom doesn’t worry.”

“Did you at least tell Celeste? Because I don’t see your mother letting you do something like this at all.”

“No one lets me do anything, Jax.” Her tone was hard and firm. She was barely out of her teens yet I’d never met anyone more firmly in control of her life. Which was to say she lived in utter chaos most of the time and that was exactly the way she liked it. “But yes. I told her what I was doing. She’s not happy about it, but she knows she can’t talk me out of it.”

“Did you ever stop to think how your mother and father would feel if you got hurt or killed? I realize it could happen anywhere, but by going to Columbia increases those chances exponentially over anywhere in the U.S. She almost lost you once and gave everything she had to keep you alive. Don’t you think you’re being incredibly selfish?” I winced. Yeah, this wasn’t my finest moment. Had I been trying to push her away I couldn’t have done a better job.

“Go fuck yourself, Jax.” She disconnected the call.

“Motherfuck!” I hissed the expletive under my breath. I knew better. I fucking knew better. The best way to get Holly to do anything other than what you wanted her to do, was to tell her she had to do it. Pushing her into doing what you wanted was even worse. Trying to lay a guilt trip on her? Yeah. I’d just guaranteed Holly was heading straight to Columbia on a humanitarian aid expedition.

I pressed her contact and waited for her to answer the Facetime call. She let it go to voicemail once so I tried again. She picked up this time and… yeah. She hated me right now.

“Got nothin’ else to say to you, asshole.” I recognized that mulish look on her face. She thought I was going to try to talk her out of going again, but I knew better than that.

“Can you give me two days, Holly? Two days and I’ll go with you. You can still do what you do with your college friends, but I can make sure you’re safe.”

“We’ve got plenty of security. There’s no need for that.”

“Holly. Two days.”

She shrugged one delicate shoulder, a look of indifference and disinterest on her face. “Sorry, Jax. I don’t make the schedule. Plane leaves tomorrow morning at six.”

I wanted to throttle the younger woman. She was constantly bucking me, doing exactly the opposite of what I wanted her to do. To be fair, I was twelve years older than she was and had decided she’d be mine long before I should have. I’d been sixteen when she came to the compound with Wrath and Celeste. She’d been a precocious but sickly child of four. She’d survived leukemia like a champ, never letting anything get to her. No matter how sick I’d seen her get from the chemo, the girl had no quit in her. I knew because I’d been with her for the last few treatments. Which she’d not appreciated. I’d insisted because she’d been so mad at me she hadn’t focused on all the needles and unpleasantness. I’d been happy to take her wrath then, even if what remained of the kid in me had been slightly hurt that she hadn’t accepted me as her protector.

Even when she was so young, I’d been drawn to her. She was this little pixie who’d absolutely cut you if you displeased her but needed someone looking after her. I’d taken that task on my own, growing into a man protecting the girl until she’d started becoming a woman. The plain truth was, it scared me the first time I caught sight of her in a bikini at the pool. Freaked me the absolute fuck out. Once I’d come to terms with my feelings for Holly, I’d inserted myself into her life but kept playing the part of mean and annoying older brother. Why? Because I knew if she learned to stand up to me, she always would. And if she could stand up to me, she could stand up to anyone.

“Holly, I’m half the fuckin’ world away right now. All I’m asking for is two fuckin’ days. It’s the right thing to do and you know it. I may be a bastard, but I would never let anything happen to you.”

Her expression didn’t change. “I don’t need your protection, Jax. Shotgun and Esther have my back. I’ll be fine. Besides, the father of one of the students going is a senator. They always have security.”

“And their priority will be the senator’s kid. They won’t give two shits about you or the others.”

“And if you were with me, you’d give a shit about the others?” Oh, the sarcasm was strong with this one…

“Of course not. But I’d care about you. I’d be the one protecting you and I’d do it with my life.”

She snorted, scowling at me over the video. “Dramatic much?”

“Holly --”

“No. You listen to me! Nothing’s going to happen. And if it does, I’ll deal. I don’t want or need your help, Jax.”

“You’re wrong there, baby. You need all my help you can get. But I’m telling you right now, if you don’t wait for me, when I find you, I will turn you over my knee and blister your bare ass until you don’t sit for a fuckin’ week.”

Oh, that got her attention.

 About the Author. . .

Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.

Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.

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Sunday, January 12, 2025

#NewBlogPost #BookReview...A Serial Killer's Guide to Marriage...@NetGalley @AsiaMackay #Thriller #Mystery #LoveAndMarriage #Family #Relationships

 


The couple that kills together stays together...

Hazel and Fox are an ordinary married couple with a baby. Except for one small thing, they're ex-serial killers.

They had it all. An enviable London lifestyle, five-star travels, and plenty of bad men to kill. Not many power couples know how to get away with murder.

Then Hazel fell pregnant and they gave it all up for life in the suburbs; dinner parties instead of body disposal.

But recently Hazel has started to feel that itch again. When she kills someone behind Fox's back and brings the police to their door, she must do anything she can to protect her family.

This could save their marriage - unless it kills them first.




The Sexy Nerd's Review. . .

This story, I do not believe, was supposed to be funny, but having been married for so many years, I found myself chuckling a great deal at these characters. I could relate to them totally except for not being (emphasis on “not”) a serial killer. Having said that Hazel and Fox were a unique couple indeed. How so, you ask? If you’ve ever seen the hit show on Showtime called Dexter, then you may be familiar with the style of killing Haze and Fox would commit.

Everything about them was so typical as any other couple. They loved one another. Enjoyed having their daughter, Bibi, in their lives and they had the normal everyday ups and downs that most couples experience. But one thing neither of them could ever stand nor tolerate were bad people. When I say bad, I mean disgusting men who took advantage of women and people who were defenseless in a sense. They wanted the world to be a better place and they felt it was their duty to rid it of garbage. Haze was an artist and used her killings to fuel her creativity. Fox worked as an investment advisor and used his organizational skills to keep track of the kills they'd do and chronicle their every move so they could go undetected.

That is, until Haze, at the direction and guidance of Fox, advised her to find some friends and keep herself occupied since they gave up killing for sport since they became parents. After all, they wanted to set a great example for their young impressionable daughter and didn’t want her to ever find out what really lied beneath the surface of her parents.

So, Haze strikes up a friendship with another mom with her son about the same age as her daughter’s. The only problem was, out of all the people in the world for her to befriend, she would pick a police officer. Hmm? How does that work exactly? This is what Haze wanted to know. One rule Fox set for them is that no matter what, neither of them were to ever stray and make kills on his/her own. Haze was bored with being a mother and wanted more out of life. She missed the excitement she once shared with Fox. His life seemed to be moving on while hers was standing still. It got to the point that both began to wonder about the other and how they were each truly feeling about their current situation.

As time moved on, another murder happened in the community in which they lived, and the story takes off from there. Wow! I would have never guessed I would have loved a story like this but that’s why I love reading because you discover new things about yourself always. Mackay is an exceptional writer and she’s quite hilarious. Again, I’m not sure this story was meant to be funny, but those of us who have been in longstanding relationships will most definitely be able to relate to Haze and Fox.

The Sexy Nerd gives A Serial Killer’s Guide to Marriage five more perpetrators for Haze and Fox to ponder over. This was such a fun read and extremely engaging. I really loved this story. I was so pleasantly surprised. A Serial Killer’s Guide to Marriage goes on sale, Tues., January 14, 2025 at your favorite book retailers or wherever books are sold. If you’re looking to jumpstart your 2025 reading year off right, I most definitely encourage you to read this novel, especially if you’ve been in a long-term relationship. You will be able to appreciate what Haze and Fox went through. Until next time, Nerds, you know how we do!

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#NewBlogPost #BookReview...At the Bottom of the Garden...#Netgalley #AtTheBottomOfTheGarden #Horror #Gothic #Siblings #Family @SexyNerdRevue

A murderess becomes the guardian of two very unusual girls in this mesmerizing gothic novel from acclaimed author Camilla Bruce.

Clara Woods is a killer—and perfectly fine with it, too. So what if she takes a couple of lives to make her own a little bit better? At the bottom of her garden is a flowerbed, long overgrown, where her late husband rests in peace—or so she always thought.

Then the girls arrive.

Lily and Violet are her nieces, recently orphaned after their affluent parents died on an ill-fated anniversary trip. In accordance with their parents' will, the sisters are to go to their closest relative—who just so happens to be Clara. Despite having no interest in children, Clara agrees to take them, hoping to get her hands on some of the girls' assets—not just to bolster her dwindling fortune, but also to establish what she hopes will be her legacy: a line of diamond jewelry.


There's only one problem. Violet can see the dead man at the bottom of the garden. She can see all of Clara's ghosts…and call them back into existence. Soon Clara is plagued by her victims and at war with the gifted girls in her care. Lily and Violet have become a liability—and know far more than they should…

The Sexy Nerd's Review. . .

Life is hard for Clara Woods. And she can most likely thank her mother for that. In fact, Clara’s mother didn’t think much of her, but when Clara’s father mysteriously passed when she was a young girl, the one and only person Clara truly loved and loved her back, that’s the day she knew life would never be the same. Clara’s mother remarried and remarried well. Her new husband didn’t struggle to pay bills like her previous had and all the while, Clara sat back and watched as her mother sunk her hooks into this new relationship that brought about so many wonderful things. And, with that new life, came a new baby. Clara’s little baby brother. Once he was born, Clara ceased to exist at that point. The more Clara’s mother poured her heart and soul into her golden child, Clara became more hardened and crueler and learned to fend for herself the best way she knew how. She learned how to use and abuse at her mother’s knee. Mama taught her well.
That golden child grew up and had two beautiful daughters. Lily and Violet. These two young ladies weren’t your ordinary children. They came to the world with special gifts. But it shouldn’t come as a surprise seeing as how their father was hella wealthy and lived a lavish lifestyle with his wife and the girls. Due to their parents’ adventurous nature, they went climbing in the mountains only to be claimed by the mountains and doomed to their very deaths.

Poor Lily and Violet were orphans now. Their parents’ executor had a dilemma on his hands. Lily was only fourteen and couldn’t be the sole guardian of herself and Violet who was nine. They had to be supervised by an adult. And who better to oversee them than another relative, preferably someone they knew quite well, or so you’d think.

Aunt Clara came to the rescue. She saved the day, right? Well. . .Aunt Clara despised her brother and his wife. She wasn’t too fond of her nieces, but her nieces came with a price tag or rather a huge bag of money that Aunt Clara needed to start her diamond business. She wasn’t fond of the girls, but she needed, and more importantly, wanted the girls’ money they rightfully inherited. I’m sure her brother was spinning in his grave knowing his evil sister got to oversee their money and their lives.

What Aunt Clara didn’t bank on was the special gifts the girls possessed. One could see colors the human spirit possessed thereby letting her know when a person was lying or telling her the truth. The other could speak to the dead--not only speak to the dead, but bring them forth to the living. So, all the while Aunt Clara figured she was getting a gold mine by having her nieces, she had no idea what she was really bargaining for.

I absolutely loved the story! This is one of those horror stories you read on a cold winter's night curled up in your favorite reading nook with a nice cup of hot tea or coffee with book in tow and read and get swept away into Lily and Violet’s world. I enjoyed following the girls and seeing what they were up to. The story is told in Lily’s, Violet’s, and Clara’s points of view. With each tap of the Kindle page, the more I got caught up and whisked away. I love a good book like that.

The Sexy Nerd gives At the Bottom of the Garden four additional souls for Violet to conjure. For as good as this story was, my only pet peeve I had was it was entirely too long for my tastes, but because the story was quite engaging, it made it easier to get through. I’m positive you will enjoy reading this story. It was amazing from beginning to end. At the Bottom of the Garden comes out Tues., January 28, 2025, at your favorite book retailers or wherever books are sold. Until next time, Nerds, you know how we do.


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Wednesday, January 8, 2025

#OnTheBlogToday #BookBlitz...Genuinely Coverted: Gospel Truth to Help You Fulfill God's Plan for Your Life...@RABTBookTours #Christian #NF

Gospel Truth to Help You Fulfill God’s Plan for Your Life

 Christian Nonfiction

Date Published: October 9, 2024

Publisher: WestBow Press

Many people who think or say they are Christians may not really be and may not even know it.

Genuinely Converted spells out the concrete, recognizable signs that someone is genuinely converted, which means their old life has passed away and a new person has emerged.

Christian conversion is at the heart of the all-important questions that many of us have, such as “Why are we here?” and “What happens to us after we die?”

While our Christ-centered relationship with God starts with conversion, we must continue on to discipleship which is growing in Christ and living for Christ.
 

After reading this book, you’ll know how to:

· define the meaning of true conversion;

· identify the signs of conversion;

· recognize false gospels being preached today;

· respond to the message of the true Gospel, and stir your life in the right direction;

· prepare for the Rapture, and avoid the Great Tribulation;

· avoid being a fake or apostate Christian;

· be a genuine, victorious pastor or minister of the gospel.

Dr. Nworie, pastor, counselor, theologian and educator, explains that experiencing genuine conversion is the only way to really live out God’s purpose for your life.

With this book steeped in biblical wisdom, get the answers you need to fulfill your purpose on earth and prepare for the inevitable end God’s Word clearly talks about. The Gospel truth packed inside this book is indispensable for the present and future life of every person or priest. You won’t be the same after reading this book.

 Genuinely Converted uses God’s Word to guide you to fulfill God’s plan for your life, be properly focused, reduce your stress, and prepare for heaven.

About the Author. . .

Ben Nworie, Ph.D., M.Div., M.A., is the founding pastor of a Baptist Church in North Dallas, Texas, and the founding pastor of three Anglican Churches in California. As pastor, theologian, youth minister, counselor, and undefeated coach, he has trained dozens of church leaders and guided many people to genuine Christianity. He was a college faculty for over three decades. In California, Dr. Ben Nworie served as Education Professor at Biola University, and Azusa Pacific University (APU). At APU, he also served as Director of the Office of Faith Integration. He and his wife, Olive, currently live in Atlanta, Georgia.

 

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Tuesday, January 7, 2025

#NewBlogPost #BookBlitz...Taken by the Faerie...#PNR #Women #Fiction #UF @RABTBookTours

Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Urban Fantasy

Date Published: January 10, 2025

Thaddeus Maguire is a vampire. He can’t remember the last time he felt young, vibrant and alive. He’s made choices he regrets, but when one of those mistakes comes back to haunt him, he’s forced to face his past. The only place a hungry, beaten vampire can heal and recharge is the best sanctuary for anyone paranormal. Eerie.

When he forces himself through a portal to his hometown, he lands at the feet of the most beautiful flame-red haired Faerie he’s ever seen. The moment he looks up at Tasia, he’s in love. But who could love a broken vampire?

Tasia isn’t afraid of the damaged vampire, and she’s determined to make him see he’s more than his mistakes.

Can they outrun his past and find a future before his biggest mistake destroys them? Love is possible when you’ve been taken by the Faerie.

 EXCERPT

“You’re dangerous.”

“I know.” Clayton’s eyes flashed. “I also know you’re sending them to Eerie. I can’t touch them there, but I can touch you here. Send another and I’ll fuck you up.”

“You will?” He had no doubt. Clayton didn’t care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted. “Why is that?”

“Because I made them for food. I made them so I can use them. I made them because I want a fucking army.” Clayton stepped into Thaddeus’s personal space. “I made them so they’ll fight vermin like you.”

“Like me? Come now. That’s so harsh.” He shouldn’t bait Clayton, but he didn’t care. He’d allowed Clayton and his band of marauders to screw with his life for years. No more. “What are you going to do about it? Are you going to kick my ass again? You’ve done it so much that it’s lost the threat.”

“Oh?” Clayton punched hard into Thaddeus’s stomach. The impact threw Thaddeus backward and would’ve knocked the wind out of him -- if he’d have had breath in his body. Not for years.

Thaddeus winced and gritted his teeth, but grinned. “Is that all you have?”

“No.” Clayton withdrew a butterfly knife from his pocket and slashed it through the air. He hacked into Thaddeus’s chest, leaving trails of gray blood in his wake. He sliced down Thaddeus’s arm, then across his belly. He shoved the knife into Thaddeus’s abdomen. “Had enough?”

“I’m good. Wear yourself out.” He didn’t want another slashing, but he wasn’t about to show that. The less Clayton knew he was in pain, the better.

“You can’t protect all of them. Can’t save them or even be the good guy. You’ll never redeem yourself,” Clayton said. He twisted the knife. “You went down that road years ago and you can’t undo it, so don’t try. Accept you’re a fucking loser and will never be anything but.” He yanked the knife out and shook the blood onto the asphalt as if the blood were water on his sleeve. He walked away, then glanced over his shoulder and pointed to his eyes.

Of course, he was being watched. That’s how these beings worked. No one ever got away free.

Thaddeus held his belly and managed to form a portal. Fucker. Clayton had done a number on him this time. It’d take a few days to recover. He would -- vampires didn’t die without involving silver or crucifixes, and Clayton was smart enough not to use either.

He couldn’t protect the human world forever. The regular world’s vastness was more than one being could handle. He’d need help.

Then again, he couldn’t be the only protector.

Jesus H. Christ. Where were the others? Asleep at the wheel? Probably.

He shook his head and stepped through the portal into Eerie and quickly closed the opening behind him. The faster he sealed the opening, the better the chances he could get away from Clayton, even if only for now.

He sank to the ground and bowed his head. He needed to recharge. Fuck, he should find a nice corner and hide. His skin would eventually seal over and the damage within him would go away, but a good meal would help. Being in Eerie didn’t mean he’d find one quickly.

He’d fought off Clayton for years, but he couldn’t keep going. Not like this. Besides, why in the name of hell did Clayton need to destroy so much?

He lifted his head and drank in his surroundings. He’d forgotten how bright the town could be. After a moment, he realized he’d stepped into the Faerie block. God love those Faeries; they lived for their audacious colors.

Then there he was -- he hated anything that wasn’t black. Blend in and don’t be seen.

He looked around and his stomach churned. Not from the lack of blood, but the sickeningly sweet location. There had to be at least three cupcake shops on the block. Who needed so much sugar?

Not him.

“Excuse me. Do you need help?” A red haired Faerie, dressed in a pale green dress, touched his shoulder. When he met her gaze, electricity shot through him. His skin tingled from her touch. When she smiled, she warmed him throughout. The odd look in her eyes confused him, though. Was that interest or fear?

“You do need help. Are you… you’re cut. Oh, Hera, please let me help you.” She grasped him under his arms and hoisted him to his feet. “What happened to you? No, I get it. I see, and I’m not letting you languish out here.”

“What are you talking about?” He didn’t understand how she’d figured out he had a problem, other than the slashes and blood. The way she talked, it was like she knew what was going on. Had she seen other vampires coming to Eerie after being assaulted? How many more of them were there? “How do you seem to know what I’m thinking? What’s in my gut?”

“We should talk.” She nodded to a bench, then paused. “We could stop here by the street, but you’re safer if you come with me to the Hall. We’ll go to my work.”

“You’re a cop.” He dug in his heels as best he could. “I’m not going to the cops.” He’d done that plenty of other times and usually landed in jail for twenty-four hours for what was claimed to be his own protection. Har. More like the protection of the community.

If he’d gone mad or gone rogue, then everyone was in danger, but he hadn’t on either account. He was just fine. Hurt, but fine. Beyond that, the cops tended to have mages and necromancers on their staff who could read his mind. They’d see way more than he wanted to share.

About the Author. . .

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

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