Monday, September 9, 2019

New Release - Crashers by Lindy S. Hudis

Title: Crashers
Author: Lindy S. Hudis
Genre: Crime Thriller
Release Date: September 9th, 2019
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Enter the world of Crashers! A riveting story of love, desperation and greed. 

Fraudulent car accidents is a multi-million dollar racket, involving unscrupulous medical providers, personal injury attorneys, and the cooperating passengers involved in the elaborate network—and who also receive a portion of the illegal proceeds. Such is the fate of newly engaged, Nathan and Shari, whose joy is tempered by the dark cloud of mounting debt. 


A chance encounter with a sexy, mysterious stranger, in whom Shari confides her troubles proves fortuitous: he tells her of a get-rich-quick scheme that will put her and her fiancé on easy street. Seduced by the chance to move from hard times to good times in no time, Sheri takes the carrot offered her, and finds herself acting as a “stuffed passenger”—the “victim” in a staged auto accident. The act goes according to plan and Shari gets her payday, but getting out and breaking free of the insurance fraud underworld will take nothing short of a miracle. 




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Chapter 1


For KXXX TV and KXXX AM Radio News, this is Katie Carlson with your mid-morning eye-in-the-sky traffic report, and it’s an easy one: It’s messed up EVERYWHERE! So far, the 405 South is backed up all the way to the 101. So, if you are going into Hollywood this morning, you are going to be late for that audition. Also, there is an injury crash on the Eastbound 10. So, if you are heading into downtown LA, you might want to bring a magazine or get some knitting done. If you are going to LAX, forget it, call mom back east and tell her you will be driving out instead. Just Kidding! Any way, this is Katie Carlson with the Los Angeles mid-morning traffic report. Enjoy your commute everybody, NOT!


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As the blare of the clock radio on the night table jolted her awake, Shari Barnes rubbed her eyes, blew her long brown hair out of her face, and snuggled into Nathan Townsend’s chest. She curled her body around his middle and took a deep whiff of his salty, masculine neck.


But she couldn’t ignore the voice on the radio.


“Monday morning traffic,” she sighed.


Nathan matched the sigh and put his arms around her. “At least you don’t have to drive over the hill.”


“Yeah, I would just die if I had to drive into Beverly Hills every day to work in a beautiful office.” Shari giggled and disappeared under their thick blue comforter for a few more moments of sleepy-headed bliss. She felt Nathan stretch up, and a moment later the radio shut off. Then he slid down next to her in the single bed they shared in their Studio City apartment, a few blocks north of Ventura Boulevard. The constant drone and rumble of another L.A. morning came clearly through the open window: cars honking, rock music blaring, the frantic scurrying sounds of the film shoot a few blocks away. Shari ran her bare feet up the inside of Nathan’s thigh.


He jumped. “Shit, your feet are cold.” He pushed her legs off of him.


“What time is it?” she murmured between kisses.


“Um, seven.” He nuzzled her neck and she felt him becoming erect against her.


“No time for that!” She threw off the covers. “Gotta be at work on time for once; gotta get my asp out of bed.”


“There’s a snake in the bed?” Nathan grabbed her with both hands and gave her belly gentle nips.


“Yeah, of the one-eyed variety.” Shari leaped to the floor and padded naked into the bathroom. She turned the hot water in the shower to high and stepped in, filling the small bathroom with steam.


She had just poured a green drop of shampoo into her palm and was running her hands together when the flimsy yellow and white shower curtain flew back and Nathan grinned in at her. She smiled back, surprised by neither his arrival nor the partial hard-on that preceded him.


“Mind if we join you?” he asked.


“There’s enough shampoo for everybody,” Shari said as she rubbed her hands across her scalp.


He stepped into the stall, pulled the curtain closed and began to lather her hair for her. She put her hands on his back, feeling the taut muscles and the water streaming there, but did not reach down between them. It took him about five seconds to realize it and hold her away.


“You okay?”


“Fine….”


“Don’t lie; I can always tell when you have something on your mind.”


“You know me better than I know me,” she said.


“You know it.” He pushed her wet hair over her shoulders. “Come on, give.”


“I was thinking maybe I should get a second job.”


“You’re worrying about money again?”


“Well, I have to shoot my student thesis film this year or I won’t graduate. But where am I going to get the money I need?”


“How much do you need?”


“At least five figures.”










Lindy S. Hudis is a graduate of New York University, where she studied drama at Tisch School of the Arts. She is the author of several titles, including her romance suspense novel, Weekends, her "Hollywood" story City of Toys, and her crime novel, Crashers. She is also the author of an erotic short story series, "The S&M Club" and "The Mile High Club". Her short film “The Lesson” was screened at the Seattle Underground Film Festival and Cine-Nights in 2000. She is also an actress, having appeared in the television daytime drama "Sunset Beach". She and her husband, Hollywood stuntman Stephen Hudis, have formed their own production company called Impact Motion Pictures, and have several projects and screenplays in development. She lives in California with her husband and two children.



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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

New Release ~ War Eternal Book III - Forsaken Angel

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NEW RELEASE


War Eternal - Book 3 - Forsaken Angel




Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Romance.



War Eternal: Forsaken Angel - 
Awards: 2019 Readers' Favorite Five Star Review




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Abaddon’s identity has been revealed, and everyone, angels and demons, is left wondering about the Source’s mysterious plans.

Aranes, ready to give birth, is now in more danger than ever. The dark forces have formed an alliance with the sole purpose of taking her along with her child. And this time, the Guardians and the Exorcists cannot protect her.

In the celestial kingdom, the archangels decide to intervene to save their fallen superior, but the Source’s denial to grant its permission drives them towards rebellion.

Abaddon and Aranes are trying to find a way to overcome the imminent attack, but they both know that his powers are not enough to save her and the child from the claws of the otherworldly predators who seek to steal their souls and devour their bodies. When all seems lost, Lucifer unexpectedly proposes a solution to Abaddon, and he is forced to accept. He does not know that the Lord of Darkness believes the child to be his own and claims it, as he does Aranes. But he is painfully aware that the road back to the celestial kingdom is closing for him.



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Abaddon also sat at an angle, crossed his legs and took her hand which lay along the back of the couch. The fact remained that the beloved being sitting across from him with her long legs folded under her and her cute belly swelling under her robe was the ruler of the celestial kingdom, and there was no way this discussion would end until she was informed about everything she felt she needed to know. “You never give up, do you?” he asked with a smile.

“We’re more alike than you think,” Aranes replied and got straight to the point. “It is important that I know what is happening.”

Abaddon nodded.

“You’re right. I didn’t want to tell you so that you wouldn’t get upset, but I’m obviously making you worry more. Besides, you’re the brains in this mission.”

“And you its executor,” Aranes added, “and to carry it out we must remain united. So, will you tell me what happened today?”

“Lucifer appeared in my office today.”

Aranes had expected the Dark Lord to make that move.

“What did he say?” she asked calmly.

“He tried to create moral dilemmas in me about how similar Angels and Demons are in temperament. And, of course, he wanted to warn me that the attacks are about to begin. He claimed that he wasn’t going to pursue you and that there was no way the Celestials would help me,” Abaddon scoffed.

“Do you have any questions about the differences in the Ethereals’ traits?”

“No, you’ve explained them to me.”

“Alright,” Aranes said and continued: “As for his intentions, never think that he will abandon his goal. He is behind every attack. In one way or another, he will be the one controlling the actions of those who are after me.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Abaddon agreed. He wanted to ask her what she thought about the Celestials helping in an emergency, but he didn’t so that he wouldn’t seem insecure, both to her and to anyone monitoring their discussion.

“And who appeared just before?” Aranes continued with her questions.

“Lyla.”

“I thought it would be her,” Aranes said blankly. “Whoever begins the attacks will have to find out what powers you have and, above all, how quickly you sense the appearance of an Ethereal. That’s an important factor. A split second can mean victory for the one who senses an approaching enemy.”

“So that’s why she vanished without attacking,” Abaddon deduced. “Do you think Lucifer sent her?”

“Most likely. His quick return to action and your unknown powers have made my would-be persecutors hesitant. They don’t know what to expect, and I’m sure that the Dark Lord warned them to stay away from me. But as the time approaches for me to give birth, they will all be forced to make a move. They have too much to gain to give up, and I’m no longer the only prize they are all trying to lay claim to.” She then paused, wondering if she should tell him the harsh truth. Finally, she decided that her partner had to know about what was to come. “Some of them are after our child,” she went on as indifferently as she could. “Before or after the birth, it doesn’t matter. The baby’s vital organs are completely developed and it will survive even if it is removed violently—for those, of course, who want it alive. But, my blood alone is enough to overturn the natural laws of the planet.”

Abaddon imagined dark beings ripping Aranes’ belly open and was consumed by a black rage. His irises and pupils changed, his eyes becoming like smoldering coals in whose depths burned a blazing red fire. Gray energy poured out of his eye sockets, spreading all over his now frighteningly harsh face.

“Whoever dares to mess with you will have nowhere to hide in all the dimensions,” he roared, his voice sounding as if it was harnessing all the power of a dark abyss.

Aranes blinked, feeling bewildered. She had never seen him like this before.

He was a Dark Angel, but he was still a Celestial. As the commander of thousands of Defenders who, like him, had been in danger of finding themselves under Lucifer’s thumb, he had managed to control his rage and keep his warriors in Elether. Where was that part of him? Was it the absence of any memory defining the traits of Angels that was at fault, or had her secret name created an entity that was darker than he was before his incarnation? Right now, he was more like a Demon. Was he doing it on purpose to scare those who pursued her? She hoped so. Otherwise, he would evolve into an uncontrollable entity and his unique abilities would make him a danger to the balance of forces.

Uneasy about what her precious partner was becoming, she burrowed into his arms and hugged him.

“Please, Abaddon, calm down,” she said tenderly, trying to make him see sense.

He realized he had unnerved her and came to his senses at once. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on the crown of her head. As soon as he breathed in her beloved familiar fragrance, his face began to look human again.

“Forgive me, my love. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, stroking her back reassuringly. “The thought that those awful creatures could harm you and our child drives me mad.”

Aranes leaned back and looked at him with a troubled expression.

“Rage will lead you wrong.”

“No, but it will lead to the elimination of anyone who messes with you two,” the Dark Angel threatened darkly, hoping those entities were watching them this moment.

“When you act, you should be fully aware of what you do. Rage strips you of any control and makes you easy prey to be manipulated by a calm entity,” Aranes advised him for the umpteenth time.

“I know,” said Abaddon, checking his irritation for her.

It was his weak point. As a human, he had managed his emotions sensibly. But ever since he had learned that his adversary was the greatest of Demons, he had trouble reining in his anger. Being aware of the problem, he had made an effort and had made great progress in handling the fury that arose in him just at the sound of Lucifer’s name. Some small slips were painless, but the total loss of control could carry a heavy price. As much as his duty to protect the worlds’ most precious entity made him anxious, he knew he had to control himself.

Aranes rested her head on his shoulder and put her palm at the center of his chest to send her energy into him and calm him.

“You know that I can feel it when you do your magic, right?” Abaddon said, now in a better mood.

“Don’t feel so proud; many humans feel it when energy flows into their body,” she teased.

Abaddon covered her palm with his own.

“What a pity. And here I thought I was special!”

Aranes smiled.

“I see you’re better. Can we go to bed now? I feel tired.”

Abaddon didn’t need any urging. Her needs came before anything else.

“Of course, my heart,” he said gladly. He got up off the couch, lifted her in his arms and walked to the bed.

“Can you please stop carrying me?” Aranes asked as she untied the belt on her robe. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”

“Nope, I’m not doing you that favor,” he replied adamantly. He dematerialized her robe and materialized it once again on the quilted bench at the foot of the bed.

“And undressing me?” she added.

A roguish smile formed on Abaddon’s lips.

“Especially not that. It’s my favorite.”

He deposited her on the bed, lay down next to her and covered her with the comforter.

Aranes snuggled up to him.

“Then let me not deprive you of it,” she said, her soft voice sounding tired.

“Goodnight, love of my soul,” the Dark Angel replied.

“You couldn’t have said it more aptly,” she muttered with her eyes closed.

Abaddon took her hand and rested it on his chest.

“Yes, it fits perfectly. Now go to sleep.”…



"It is refreshing to discover an author who writes in the paranormal romance genre who is as interested in philosophical questions as she is in suspenseful and strange characters and situations...This Book 3 continues the fascinating debut for the author and for her ongoing series. Very impressive!" 
Grady Harp - HALL OF FAME / TOP 100 REVIEWER 


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"I have been a fan of vampires and other supernatural creatures since I picked up one of the Anne Rice books back when I was in high school. I have read a lot of these kinds of stories since then but none as satisfying or written nearly as well as Ms. Rice writes until now. War Eternal: Forsaken Angel by J.F. Cain is written in that deep literary and mystical tradition that I first discovered in those books by Anne Rice... I think the plot is what really hooked me... The characters are intriguing not only because of their powers but because of the complicated responsibilities that go with them. J.F. Cain has a way of bringing out the human characteristics in those on the side of good as well as those on the side of evil. In the end, that is what makes War Eternal a great book and great writing." 
Ray Simmons - Readers' Favorite *****


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"Author J. F. Cain writes with intricate detail, allowing readers to draw intimately close to the minds and bodies of her characters, which makes both the action and romantic elements of the plot deeply emotive and engaging to read. The plot itself spirals into darkness with every page and the progression of the narrative gives plenty of shocking twists and turns to match this... Forsaken Angel will certainly please paranormal romance fans who like something on the more extreme side." 
K.C. Finn *****


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"J.F. Cain is a wonderful storyteller, combining Christian myth with a strong imagination to weave a yarn that leaves readers satisfied and longing for more... War Eternal: Forsaken Angel is a beautiful fantasy that is so well-written, with powerful plot points and a phenomenal conflict that make it a great read. The action is pulsating, the characters compelling, and the plot tight and quickly paced." 
Divine Zape - Favorite Review *****


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War Eternal Book 2 - The Emergent Threat



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J. F. Cain is a writer with a restless mind who spent years of her life reading and traveling. However, of all the places she has been to, her favorite is a house in the mountains where she can focus on her writing. 

She is a seeker of knowledge who transcribes the results of her studies in her books. Her favorite pastime –other than reading and writing- is scouring libraries. 

However, she has lately convinced herself that she enjoys shopping just as much, as well as spending time with family and friends – the few that can still tolerate her frequent and extended periods of absence.









Thursday, March 28, 2019

Coming March 30 ~ Expecting Ty's Baby by Empi Baryeh

EXPECTING TY’S BABY BY EMPI BARYEH


Author: Empi Baryeh
Series: From Ghana With Love #2
Stand-Alone: yes
Publisher: Black Opal Books
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Multicultural
Heat Level: Sensual
Cover Artist: Kim Killion
Release Date: March 30, 2019
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Abandoned by her father at a young age, beauty therapist, Patricia Owusu, has learned the hard way that men can’t be relied on. She’s determined to make it on her own without falling into the cultural trappings of marriage. However, when she finds herself pregnant after a torrid love affair with African-American financial consultant, Ty Webber, she discovers one man’s resolve to stick around.
When Ty discovers Patricia is carrying his baby, he offers marriage; because real men take responsibility for their actions. He isn’t prepared for Patricia’s stubborn determination to make it on her own. But nothing will prevent him from claiming his child or the woman he considers his.

Can Ty convince Patricia to take a chance on him to help provide a loving home for their baby, or will Patricia’s mistrust lead her to miss out on true love and rob her child of the type of father she never had?



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“I don’t need taking care of, you know,” Patricia said when they stepped outside. Her voice came out low, a whisper, which nonetheless projected in the still warmth of the night.
After several seconds without a response from him, she turned sideways. He stared ahead, his profile stoic. Finally, she heard his deep intake of breath.
He looked at her, and thunder might as well have struck after the flash of…annoyance? Impatience? Incredulity?
“Are you always on the defensive?”
Aggravation. Despite the balmy, breezeless air, Patricia shivered. Perhaps she should have been scared, but she wasn’t. Somehow, Ty didn’t strike her as the kind of man whose patience wore thin as easily as wind blew away flakes of cotton. Yet, she also realized she’d pushed a button or two between yesterday and today.
She began to say something, but her response staggered as she realized she didn’t know how to answer his question. She sighed. “It’s always been just me and my mum. I guess I’m simply used to having to stick up for myself.”
His look softened. “Trish, I know you’re a strong woman. Hell, it’s one of the things I admire about you. But did it occur to you I only wanted some alone time with you?”
She couldn’t help it. She giggled. “You could have just said so.”
“In that case, how about this?”
He faced her fully, subjecting her to a powerful blast of his magnetism. Electricity jolted through her, and she realized he’d touched her; warmth infused her body where his hands bracketed her waist.
The next instant, she was plastered against him, her soft abdomen privy to the state of his desire. His heated breath wafted over her face, a mix of him and the whiskey he’d had at dinner. An avalanche of sensations, fierce and unrelenting hit her in the gut.
Then the worst thing happened. The most embarrassing moment of her life.
She threw up.
On him.
For several seconds, she could only stare in horror at her dinner, now a less than palatable concoction splattered on Ty’s clothes and shoes.
He still held her as she doubled over, one hand on her shoulder, the other rubbing her back.
“Trish, what’s going on?” He pushed back a few strands of her braids hanging loose from the confines of her up do.
“I am so sorry,” she said.
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
Crap! Her stomach lurched again, and she figured out what had triggered the emesis. Thankfully, what came out the second time was minimal. She took in a deep breath, exhaling through her mouth. It seemed to help.
Ty held up the bottle of water he’d taken with him from dinner. “Here—”
“Please stop talking,” she gasped, turning away from him. “I need a minute.”
“This could be food poisoning. You need a doctor.”
“I don’t, and it’s not food poisoning. It’s the alcohol.”
“You didn’t drink.”
“No, but you did.”
His features assumed a frown, his confusion absolute. “You’re sick because I drank?”
“I’m not sick. I’m—”
She stopped abruptly, tossing different possible explanations in her head, all of them partial truths. No matter what anyone said, keeping quiet and outright lying were not the same. She wasn’t prepared to do the latter, but she’d spoilt her chances of doing the former.
“I’m…uh.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re what?”
“I’m…”
Shiiit.
She couldn’t believe she was going to tell him. “I’m pregnant, Ty.”




"Well written, enchanting, and heart-warming, this is one romance fans should love." - TAYLOR JONES (Reviewer)

"Poignant, charming, and full of wonderful characters, Expecting Ty’s Baby will warm your heart right down to your toes. A wonderful love story and a worthy addition to the series." REGAN MURPHY (Reviewer)




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Book 1: Chancing Faith

He didn’t do short-term relationships…
American ad exec, Thane Aleksander, doesn’t date co-workers either—until business takes him to Ghana, West Africa, and he meets Naaki. Now he’s at risk of breaking all the rules. Can he stop this headlong fall before it’s too late?
Until he met her!
Naaki Tabika has a burning need to prove, to herself and others, that she’s more than wife and mother material. To do so, she’s prepared to give up everything for her job. Meeting Thane, however, makes her want to get personal. But falling for her boss could destroy her career. Will she be willing to risk it all for the one thing that can make her truly happy?
Two divergent cultures, two different races, two career-driven professionals, only one chance at true love—will they find the faith to take it, or will their hearts be sacrificed on the altar of financial success?
ABOUT EMPI BARYEH




Empi Baryeh is the award-winning author of Most Eligible Bachelor (Book of the year, 2017 Ufere Awards). She writes sweet and sensual African, multicultural and interracial romance, which happens to be her favourite genres of romance to read. Her interest in writing started around the age of thirteen after she stumbled upon a YA story her sister had started and abandoned. The story fascinated her so much that, when she discovered it was unfinished, she knew she had to complete it. Somehow the rest of the story began to take shape in her mind and she's been writing ever since. 

She lives in Accra, Ghana, with her husband and their two lovely kids.

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