Wednesday, March 30, 2016


The Decision
by Lorhainne Eckhart
Series: The Friessens, #5
Genre: Women's Fiction/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 30, 2016

The Friessens, stars of the bestselling series, are back with THE DECISION, another heartwarming fan favorite romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lorhainne Eckhart.

Emily Friessen has everything a woman could want: a husband who’s the love of her life, a family that stands together, and children she wouldn’t trade for anything. To everyone around her, she’s confident and strong—but then, she has to be with a man like Brad, who is all about family and too handsome for his own good.

Emily isn’t as together as she appears, though, and when life throws her and Brad a curveball, it tests their relationship, leaving Emily scrambling and feeling very much alone as both are faced with a decision no parent should have to make.

Don’t miss any of The Friessen books, beginning with The Forgotten Child, the very first book in this big family romance series:

The Forgotten Child (Brad and Emily)
A Baby and a Wedding (An Outsider Series Short)
Fallen Hero (Andy, Jed, and Diana)
The Search (An Outsider Series Short)
The Awakening (Andy and Laura)
Secrets (Jed and Diana)
Runaway (Andy and Laura)
Overdue (An Outsider Series Short)
The Unexpected Storm (Neil and Candy)
The Wedding (Neil and Candy)

The Deadline (Andy and Laura)
The Price to Love (Neil and Candy)
A Different Kind of Love (Brad and Emily)
A Vow of Love, A Friessen Family Christmas

The Reunion
The Bloodline (Andy & Laura)
The Promise (Diana & Jed)
The Business Plan (Neil & Candy)
The Decision (Brad & Emily)

PRAISE for Lorhainne Eckhart’s books: 

“Lorhainne Eckhart has a way at really tugging on the heartstrings and this story is no exception.” 
 “The latest installment into the Friessen legacy has continued the rich storytelling and chemistry since the series began with The Forgotten Child. I love how all of these characters have grown/matured with each new story. Thank you Ms. Eckhart for continuing this wonderful saga.” 
“Eckhart is one of the best storytellers that I have read in a long time. I was riveted by this series as much as I was by Saved. I am an avid reader, and I've become impatient with poor writing. I would recommend reading any of Lorhainne Eckhart’s books, but only if you enjoy reading books that you can't put down.” 
“Wow, what a story!
Loved this, loved this, loved this! Grabbed me from the start and held me the whole way through. Obviously this writer has the talent to pull the readers in and keep them - thank you.” 
 “A brilliant book, a must read and thoroughly enjoyable. I am passionate about Lorhainne Eckharts writing.” 
 “This family history is so intense it is hard to stop until the end. I enjoy this story so much that I bought all the books concerning this family. Had a hard time closing the book until I finished.” 
“Best Family Series Ever!
I love the dynamic of this powerful close family. Three brothers, a cousin and all the spouses and children make for an interesting spellbinding story you won't want to put down.”
 “Whole lot to love!
Haven't read one yet I haven't absolutely loved, this one is no exception. Get it, read it, fall in love with this series and this author.”
“I loved the whole series. I could keep on reading about this family. Makes a person wish they could be part of them.”

THE DECISION (Brad and Emily are back) releasing March 30, and for all my superfans I’m offering a very special #99Cent pre-order DEAL on THE DECISION up until March 31 when it will revert to its regular price of $2.99

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lorhainne Eckhart’s books have been described as Longmire meets old-school Dallas, and she recently received the 2015 & 2013 Readers’ Favorite Award for Romance & Romantic Suspense for her titles The Price to Love and  Lost and Found. With over forty titles under her belt, her big family romance series are loved by fans worldwide. Books that celebrate love, family, commitment, hope, and making a relationship work. With flawed strong characters, characters you can relate to. Lorhainne writes the kind of books she wants to read.

She is frequently a Top 100 bestselling author in multiple genres, such as romance, western, military and mystery/suspense. She has written multiple series, including The Outsider, Walk the Right Road, The Wilde Brothers, Saved, The Friessens, and her two newest additions, Married in Montana, and her high-stakes suspense and sizzling, red-hot romance series, Kate and Walker, Deadly, Dangerous and Desired.

You can chat with Lorhainne on Facebook, Twitter @LEckhart, and her blog at

Tuesday, March 29, 2016


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Monday, March 28, 2016


Cozy Mystery
Date Published: April 11, 2016

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A cozy mystery with a heap of laughs, a generous portion of romance, and just a smidgeon of suspense.

Callie’s life is rather awesome. She owns a successful bakery and teaches German literature at the local university. There’s just one tiny problem. She has no self-confidence when it comes to her body. And then there’s the little matter of her being accused of murdering her pole dancing instructor. There’s no way Callie’s going to risk losing her teaching position and thus she embarks, with her best baker bud Anna, on a journey to discover the real killer. Between stripper auditions and a detective who insists Callie is the woman of his dreams, it’s a roller coast adventure. Cupcakes not included.


I take a deep breath and walk into the club. It’s dark and smoky. No surprise there. The floors are covered in shag carpeting, the walls are painted a red so deep it looks black, and the chairs are red velour. Is strip club a euphemism for whore house? To the right is a shiny, black bar. Straight ahead is a stage in an M-shape with three stripper poles. Of course there are stripper poles. Dolly worked here after all.

“You next?” A man shouts, and I nearly jump out of my shoes. I look to my left to see two men in shiny suits sitting at a table in the middle of the room. “Come on, doll, are you the next dancer?”


The man rolls his eyes and talks to the man next to him. “Not the brightest one of the bunch is she?” He turns back to me. “Come on, sweetheart.” He looks me up and down, and I feel the sudden need to shower with bleach. “You’ve got the body for it. Show us what you can do.”

I’ve got the body for it? Have we landed on planet opposite? I’m still trying to figure out how to respond when Anna grabs my hand. “Where are the dressing rooms? She needs to change.”

The man points to a door on the right side of the stage behind the bar. “Hurry up. We ain’t got all day!”

Anna pulls me to the door. I stumble behind her unsure if I should follow her or get the heck out of Dodge. She pushes through the door and looks around before spotting a room filled with racks of clothing. She lets my hand go and starts pawing through the outfits.

“Anna, stop!” I say when my brain finally catches up. “I can’t go up there and dance. Let’s just get out of here and come back another time.”

I don’t even get a chance to stand up from the chair before Anna’s on me. Her tiny body boxes me in the chair. “I don’t want to hear it! You heard the man. You’ve got the perfect body for this because you’re… let’s say it together… sexy!” She turns back to the rack of clothes. “Besides, while you’re up there doing your thing, I can snoop around.” She pulls out an outfit and hands it to me.

I don’t have a choice but to take the hanger as she shoves it in my hand. There’s not enough fabric here. She’s got to be kidding me. “I can’t wear this,” I protest.

Anna’s having none of it. “You will wear it, and you will go up on that stage and totally rock! In the meantime, I’ll be doing some investigating so we can save your job. You know the one that you spent the last 10 years studying and preparing for?”

I want to scream and shout and fight her, but I don’t really see what other option we have. I suppose we can sneak out the back door, but then we’d have to come back at some point as this is our only lead. Mr. Creepy #1 and Mr. Creepy #2 might not recognize me – a chubby girl with boring brown hair. But a tiny pixie with bright pink hair? I shake my head and put on the darn outfit.

About the Author

I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom's Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn't flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage every once in a while to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. Another job change, this time from lawyer to B&B owner and I was again fed up and ready to scream I quit, which is incredibly difficult when you own the business. Thus, I shut the B&B during the week and in the off-season and started writing. Several books later I find myself in Istanbul writing full-time.

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Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Review/Excerpt of SAVAGE WINTER: Ruth Bainbridge

Mystery / Suspense / Private Detective
Date Published: July 23, 2015

"The Devil lives here … and what he manufactures
is an illusion … covered by lies.”
CURT SAVAGE found the girl of his dreams. Only problem is she’s dead. It falls on him to solve her murder, but someone doesn’t want to be found.
The Curt Savage Mysteries are part detective and part conspiracy. The cases could be ripped from the today's headlines
The stakes are raised as the conspiracy revolving around the abduction of Amy Weissman explodes in unexpected directions. Savage and his cohorts strategize on locating the monster responsible for the heinous crime, but the rekindling of a liaison opens up an opportunity for Savage to do some investigating of his own. The death of a pop superstar prompts his sister to become suspicious. She’s convinced her brother was murdered and enlists Savage to help prove her case. Savage is all too willing, especially since it means becoming more involved with his Fallen Angel.
SAVAGE WINTER is the third part of this four-part series. Going from former cop to private dick, he represents a new kind of detective--the reluctant kind. As his best bud Mike puts it, "Private investigation just got Savage."

The minute I entered the lobby of Wild Dog Inc., I knew I’d entered another world. With lots of creatives running around, there were “the suits” interspersed in the colorful mix. The suits kept order and prevented chaos from melting down the smoothly running beehive that churned out hits.
I received a guest pass that I’d keep for always and forever. Pasting it on the lapel … oh, that’s right … I didn’t have a lapel on my polo shirt. Let me start again. Pasting it over the embroidered alligator, I got in a high-speed elevator. I was aware of the hidden camera keeping an eye on me and wondered what people do in elevators that cause such security. Not owning a billion-dollar complex kept me from securing an answer.
Just in case something was misconstrued, I kept my hands to myself and left the posteriors of fellow passengers alone. It was an “accost free” zone. Even without the sign with the red X over a pair of sticky hands, I got the message.
“Mr. Savage, please follow me. Mr. Hendricks is expecting you.”
The ravishing young girl at the big empty desk put on a pleasant face. Smiling was so yesterday, so I took what I could out of the minute change in her bored expression. Her large, white desk was bare—and we’re talking naked. With not even a pen in sight, there had to be a closetful of gnomes answering phones and taking messages. It left the assistant to the high-powered record exec time to groom, which most likely included pumicing those heels shoved in the expensive mules. No dead skin on this starchild.
The beaming welcome left me stunned. Charisma wasn’t exclusive to his artists because Phil had me believing he was actually happy to see me. While erroneous, it was a nice thought.
“Thank you so much for seeing me, Mr. Hendricks.”
“Please, call me Phil. Would you like coffee or tea? I can have Reisha get it for you.”
Reisha. If I ever had an assistant, she’d be named Reisha.
“Coffee would be great. Add in cream and sugar and it’d be ideal.”
“Reisha, coffee for both of us,” he said, speaking into the intercom before switching his attention to me. “Please, over here.”
I sat at the corner table indicated and gazed out at the view. When you’re this high up in the sky, you can’t see the ugly. The fifty-six floors put quite a lot of distance between me and the grunge on the sidewalk.
“As you know, Dakota Lowell has asked me to look into the circumstances surrounding her brother’s death.”
“I understand.” His face etched with concern; was he really upset or simply feigning compassion? I thought back to the greeting and had doubts. “It was dreadful … just dreadful. I can see why she doesn’t want to let go, but everything was very straightforward.
“The truth is that Crayton was into drugs. I’d tried, we’d all tried, to get him into rehab, but he refused. I don’t need to tell you, that with all his success, he could push the problems away and there was nothing any of us could do about it. His manager, Charles Beaton, even tried an intervention, but Crayton wouldn’t budge.”
“And why do you think that is, Phil?”
“I subscribe to the theory of there being too many skeletons in his closet, if you know what I mean.”
I didn’t, but Reisha interrupted the flow and put my questions on hold. I didn’t want to rush her, but, man, her mincing in those heels meant it took forever for her to get lost
“What secrets were you referring to?” I asked as I spooned in the appropriate amount of sweetener.
“The physical abuse for one, but I suspect there was more to things than that. Every time I tried to touch on what was really bothering him, he refused to talk, but refusing to talk means there’s something to talk about. That’s why I have my suspicions.”
“And what might those be?” I inquired before taking my first sip.
“I think it was related to Dakota’s allegations about her father.”
“You know about that?”
“Yes. I was close with the family and, well, the charges surfaced.”
“Crayton confided in me. It helped to explain the rift that developed out of the blue, but it wasn’t out of the blue. Abuse is, and was, a serious matter, and the accusations quite naturally changed so many dynamics of his relationships.”
“Are you saying that because Crayton believed her, it affected him?”
“It was more than that,” he remarked as he stirred in a chocolate-flavored creamer. The dark syrup blended in as a thought bubbled up from the coffee’s depths.
“I think I got it. You believe Crayton was also molested. It’s why he was so certain she was telling the truth and why he was so messed up. Am I right?”
After a quick appraisal, he nodded.
“Something like that. And he was messed up. He had these horrible nightmares. It’s what first got him hooked on that crap he was taking; he couldn’t sleep without sedation. Then he needed something to wake up and then something to even out his moods. I’m sure you can appreciate that I am human. I’m only saying this because some people can’t fathom that I am.”
It was my turn to eye him. Was he? Those lizard eyes cast doubt.
~ * ~

Exciting, Suspenseful, Intense!!! 
Music superstar Crayton Lowell has died. While police ruled his overdose accidental, his sister Dakota suspects foul play. Curt Savage is hired to discover the truth, and with billions of dollars at stake, there’s a lot riding on the outcome of his investigation. Savage digs in, peering behind the glitz and glamour of the music biz. What he finds is the scummy underbelly where deals are struck and lives are ruined. Along the way, we learn all the tricks and meet all the tricksters who offer Savage this advice: “The Devil lives here … and what he manufactures is an illusion … covered by lies.”
This is SAVAGE WINTER, the third in the Curt Savage Mysteries and the best one yet. Exciting, suspenseful, intriguing, this book is cleverly-written and entertaining. I was completely blown away by the plot and characters. It’s totally original and unlike anything I’ve read before. This series has me hooked!
The City of Angels is the perfect backdrop for this tale of greed and wanton desire. The locale gives Savage the opportunity to reconnect with Sophia, and things quickly heat up. The scenes with her are smokin’ hot with just the right amount of sizzle. The Amy Weissman investigation is still on Savage’s mind, and the twists in that case are mindboggling! That’s all I’m gonna say! Oh, except you will never guess what happens! Never! Our favorite conspiracy theorist Blanchard is on the hand offering his brand of crazy as more clues about Ruth Warwick’s murder emerge. What Savage finds is disturbing, but not as disturbing as a warning from Dr. Shadows. “You’re trusting the wrong person again, and it’s going to cost you dearly.”
Truth? Fact? Fantasy? It’s up to Savage to find out. The writing is taut and the action doesn’t stop. This story doesn’t twist as much as writhe, so be prepared to hang on for dear life. The characters introduced are complex and so believable that I found myself wanting to hug a few—and slap many others. There’s so much packed into these pages, but the storyline … it speeds to a climax that will knock your socks off! I did not see that coming … did not!
My recommendation is to download this series ... and we’re talking immediately. If you love mysteries, treat yourself to this suspense-filled thriller!!! Five stars to this superb outing from Ruth Bainbridge! Lord, this woman can write!
Ruth Bainbridge was born in the idyllic, sleepy town of Ithaca, NY, and has been a lover of mysteries for her entire life. Ever since she was a child, she’s consumed detective stories at regular intervals, becoming enamored with all the superstars of crime. She loved matching wits (and still does) with Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, Thomas Pitt, Lord Peter Wimsey, Richard Jury and Edward X Delaney. In fact, she was so inspired by their brilliance that she began trying to emulate her writing idol's achievements by composing her own short stories. However, life interfered with her plans of becoming the next hopeful to try a life of crime--on paper at least. She devoted myself to her marriage and the raising of four delicious, sometimes obedient children. But the empty nest syndrome happened and gave her the impetus to return to her first love--murder.
The Curt Savage Mysteries are the first series out. She is feverishly working on Murder Most Fowl, an Alex Trout Mystery, and Deadspeak, a paranormal detective series. To keep up with all that's happening, please join her newsletter.
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Friday, March 18, 2016

Excerpt of WHAT THE CLOCKS KNOW BLITZ: Rumer Haven

What the Clocks Know
by Rumer Haven
Genre: Women’s Fiction (with romantic and paranormal elements)
Publisher:  Crooked Cat Publishing
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Release Date: March 18, 2016

Twenty-six-year-old Margot sets out on a journey of self-discovery – she dumps her New York boyfriend, quits her Chicago job, and crashes at her friend’s flat in London.

Rather than find herself, though, she only feels more lost. An unsettling energy affects her from the moment she enters the old Victorian residence, and she spirals into depression. Frightened and questioning her perceptions, she gradually suspects her dark emotions belong to Charlotte instead.

Who is Charlotte? The name on a local gravestone could relate to Margot’s dreams and the grey woman weeping at the window.

Finding a ghost isn't what she had in mind when she went ‘soul searching’, but somehow Margot's future may depend on Charlotte's past.

Woven between 21st century and Victorian London, What the Clocks Know is a haunting story of love and identity.

The Ouija session began straightforwardly enough. Derek initiated the “séance” by questioning whether there was indeed a spirit present that would like to communicate with three mortals. None were surprised to see the plastic indicator skid toward the calligraphic Yes, and a ghostly “Wooo!” or two infused their chuckles.
The game was on.
Straight away, the trio learned that, Yes, it was a good spirit, No, it wasn’t a male, and, for good measure, Yes, it was female.
Warming up to the ritual, Sylvie clapped. “My turn!” Her toothy smile radiated rainbows and kittens; no wonder children gravitated toward her Story Hour in throngs at the public library. She boldly asked how the specter had passed away.
The planchette didn’t budge.
Again, Sylvie prompted, “How did you die?” Nothing. She pouted. “I’m not good at this.”
“C’mon, neither of you can come up with a reason?” Margot accused, and the game’s typical argument ensued, with each of the three blaming the indicator’s movement on the other two. And every one of them denying it.
They opted for a less open-ended question (“How old are you?”) so that someone could think up a quick answer. The triangular plastic nudged to the lower-left quadrant of the board until 2 was visible through its circular window. Then, with some friction, the device tugged their limbs toward the right in a non-linear path; it reached a point where it faltered and subtly wavered around the 6. After dawdling there for a few seconds, the energy lost strength and stopped.
Margot shifted, unnerved that she’d just celebrated that same birthday. “Huh. When did you die, then?”
Nothing happened.
“You guys wanna skirt around that topic, don’t ya?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood in a literally darkening environment, to which Sylvie replied they might say the same of her.
“Fine, we’ll sidestep the D word, Miss Eggshells,” Derek sassed at the ghost, “and do the math ourselves. When were you born?”
Then, zigzagging to the right with less conviction, the plastic planchette ultimately settled on 8 and powered out.
“Eighteen,” Sylvie contemplated. “That could mean the eighteen hundreds. Or the last two digits of the year, which could be in any century.”
“Or just one and eight,” Margot said, “as in any of the four digits in the year.”
“Or it’s a month and date: January eighth or August first,” Derek offered. “Or the eighteenth of some month. Her birthday, maybe? If we really stretch, it could be the eighteenth hour in military time, too. So, like, six p.m.”
“Let’s get some clarification.” Clearing her throat, Margot asked, “Is that your time of birth?”
“Your date of birth?”
“Your time of death?”
The pause lasted nearly half a minute, and Margot assumed their session had ended. But she followed the others’ cue and resisted talking, just in case.
Their darting glances still carried suspicion, though. Who was moving the planchette, and would they do it again, one last time for some closure? Margot knew they were all curious how at least one of them would continue weaving this fictitious life story. It was the death story, though, that she wanted someone to tell, be who or what it may.

Rumer Haven is probably the most social recluse you could ever meet. When she’s not babbling her fool head off among friends and family, she’s pacified with a good story that she’s reading, writing, or revising—or binge-watching something on Netflix. A former teacher hailing from Chicago, she presently lives in London with her husband and probably a ghost or two. Rumer has always had a penchant for the past and paranormal, which inspires her writing to explore dimensions of time, love, and the soul. She debuted in 2014 with Seven for a Secret (in which a Jazz Age tragedy haunts a modern woman’s love life), and her award-winning short story “Four Somethings & a Sixpence” (about a bride who gets a little something she didn’t register for) was released in 2015. What the Clocks Know is her second novel.

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