Thursday, September 19, 2019

Book Review: Love in the Time of WhatsApp and Other Stories by Various

Title: Love in the Time of WhatsApp and Other Stories

Author: Various

Publisher: Juggernaut






Love in the Time of WhatsApp and Other Stories is Juggernaut's first digital to print anthology. It is collection of 12 stories where love has found, or un-found, fruition holding the hands of technology. The stories have a recurring theme that projects how technology has changed the way we love and even find love.

With smartphones replacing every other form of engagement in our lives, instant messaging has become the primary mode of communication for many people, especially for those involved in romantic relationships. This collection gives a tiny peek at this phenomenon.

All the stories are non-taxing; there are neither heart-racing disaster dramas nor wrenching emotional excavations in this collection. However, every story entertains or makes us think. Some more so than the others.

My personal favourites are ‘Wi-Fi Love,’ ‘Rent a Husband,’ and ‘Mrs Good Luck’ among others. Though ‘Chrysanthemums in Springtime’ doesn’t conform to the theme, it is nevertheless a good read. ‘TTYL’ made me realize how lonely we’ve all become even when the world is just a click away. 'The Glitch' got me quite worried while thinking where the world's headed.

Simple language, a conversational style, and relatable circumstances makes this anthology an easy read. Think of those utterly boring commutes and pick up this book. You won’t have wasted your precious reading time.

The anthology is a collection of entertaining and engagingly written tales that will please fans of its genre.




The twelve writers included in this anthology are some of the most popular authors on the Juggernaut app. Most of them were discovered on the Juggernaut writing platform.


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I'd like to thank the publisher for letting me review the book. I do hope you end up liking the book when you read it. Thank you so much for stopping by, and happy reading!




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Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Blog Tour: Forbidden Romance by Bella Jeanisse




New Release  
Forbidden Romance, Silverblade, Book 3
Release Date: September 12th
Bella Jeanisse
Rockstar Romance
332 Pages
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A Rockstar Romance set in the World of Triple Threat.

Happily ever after is just within reach, but life has more obstacles in store for Shane Martin than he imagined possible.

The frontman for Silverblade has been dealing with guilt since his best friend, Troy Hudson, overdosed. Shane’s feelings for Troy’s wife, Patricia, intensify it. Nevertheless, he yearns for a life with her. 

Patricia Hudson lives with the ghost of her deceased husband, even mistaking Shane for Troy when attempting intimate moments. She is determined to find a way to make it work for them. A second chance at love is worth fighting for.

Silverblade is a Rockstar Romance series which follows the band through a transformation that leaves them open to new possibilities.

Book 1 – Silverblade

Book 2 – Accidental Romance

Book 3 – Forbidden Romance

Warning: For those 18 and over only. May not suitable for all readers. Bumps in the road can be fun, right?



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Patty smiled when Shane leaned on her as she washed the dishes. His freshly dyed hair draped over her shoulder. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah… but not gonna ask you for that… yet.” His eyes closed as his body responded to their closeness. One foot moved back, then he decided he shouldn’t hide his desire for her.

She pressed against him and bit her lip when she felt a bulge in his shorts. What’s he like in bed? Should I make the first move? Does he like that sort of thing? Ugh! We’re taking this slow, remember? Maybe we should go out on a date.

“Patty?” She hadn’t responded to multiple questions. With an urge for more contact, Shane placed his hands on her hips. “How about we watch a porn on the couch?”

The plate in Patty’s hand slipped. “What?”

“That you hear, but not me asking if you’ve seen the new Star Wars movie?”

She blushed. “I’m sorry. My mind drifted for a while.”

“I know.” His lips touched her ear. “What were you thinking about? Me?”

“Yes.” Her entire body shivered. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

His eyes widened. “Uh… no.” He stepped back. “Sorry.”

She turned and winked. “It’s working.”

“Really?” He brushed her lips with his. “I guess we should continue then.”



“Another Rock Romance Winner!!
This is an amazing love story between Shane and Patty that keeps you on the edge of your seat and praying that these two can find their HEA especially considering their circumstance….” - Doris


Another 5+ star read in the Silverblade series set in the Triple Threat World of Rockstars. Shane and Patty's story takes them on a journey of loss and grief, acceptance, lust and love. - Sarah


“It was so great to delve back into the Silverblade world. If you love series that bring characters in from other books Bella’s book are it. 
This story is about finding love again and rebirth” - Suzan

“Amazing. Bella has grown so much in her writing that with every new book you can feel like you are one with the characters.” - Traci

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Bella Jeanisse lives for rock music. Addicted to concerts, Avenged Sevenfold, fictional rockers, and blasting music in the car, she can’t get enough. After her father turned her on to Queen, there was no going back. Of course, it didn’t stop there. Playing guitar became a pastime, which didn’t turn into a career… until she started to pen her fantasies and publish them.



Originally from Brooklyn, New York City, she grew up with access to clubs like L’Amour and CBGBs, hung out in Greenwich Village, as well as had plenty of friends in bands. No wonder rockers stayed on her mind. Bringing her ideas to life was a long time coming.



She is now living near Tampa, FL with 3 kids and 3 grandkids, as a single mom. Her family supports her writing even when it seems to take up more time than they feel is necessary. Can’t stop the muse, ya know!

Besides erotic rock star romances, Bella also writes about wild bikers, hot college men and more.



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Monday, September 16, 2019

Showcase: Road To Nowhere by Cy Wyss

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Road To Nowhere

by Cy Wyss

on Tour September 1-30, 2019

 

Road To Nowhere by Cy Wyss

Synopsis:


 

PJ Taylor, the feline shapeshifter, is back! Someone is kidnapping people’s pet cats and holding them for ransom. When PJ’s beloved niece is catnapped, the trail leads PJ to Nowhere, a tiny hamlet north of her hometown of Mayhap. What intrigues will PJ find among the inhabitants of this minuscule community? You can bet it involves at least one person up to no good and flushing this person out could be…murder!

 



Book Details:


Genre: Cozy Mystery
Published by: Nighttime Dog Press, LLC
Publication Date: September 1, 2019
Number of Pages: 222
ASIN: B07WCHL75J
Series: Eyeshine, 2
Purchase Links: Amazon, Goodreads



Read an excerpt:

Robert Taylor entered the brownstone via the back door, closing it quietly behind himself. He was in a landing of pale green and gray with tan carpet and stairs leading upward and a sandwich board on the wall with office numbers. The woman he was looking for was in 303, two stories above him. He ascended the two flights, his heart leaden with reluctance.
He considered himself a unicorn – someone special and rare. Not only was he smart and successful (head of his own one-man FBI office in Mayhap, Indiana), the women in his family had the unusual proclivity to turn into cats when the sun set. This made them particularly effective operatives, although in fearing for their safety he often restricted their usefulness. His sister, PJ, had been his most important informant up until her recent death. He couldn’t believe she was gone.
It didn’t seem real. Didn’t cats have nine lives? He somehow expected PJ to rise from her grave and come back to him. Instead, here he was, about to attempt to convince a psychotherapist of his sanity in the face of his recent tragedies. All he wanted was to get back to work. They wouldn’t let him back without the sign-off from this woman, Ms. Julia Herzenberg. Her name conjured images of some ancient Freudian presence, maybe someone who looked like Dear Abby or Ruth Bader-Ginsberg, with copious wrinkles and a severe bun. He shivered at the idea of exposing his inner life to this person.
On the third floor, the stairwell opened into a larger space of muted pastels that smelled of rose and mint. Three doors greeted him, and he pushed through the one whose frosted glass proclaimed it 303. Inside, soft new age music played, and the floral scent was stronger. The culprit was an incense burner on a small table near the door. Thin smoke wafted from a glazed, bulbous pot in gray ombre. The walls of the suite were a soothing blue and the furniture worn leather in earthy browns. Striped pillows and throw blankets abounded, and health magazines lined the coffee table. Robert perched on the edge of a fat armchair and crossed his legs, interlacing his fingers around his knee. He waited, with the demeanor of a man about to face something dire and unwanted.
His first impression of Julia Herzenberg when she opened the inner door was that she looked nothing like an old psychiatrist or supreme court judge. Her hair flowed around her head in generous curls, spilling from her shoulders in waves of auburn silk. Her eyes were a crystalline green the likes of which he had only seen previously on actresses or fashion models. She was tall and thin, with slender, manicured fingers and long legs beneath a plaid wool skirt. She reminded him of a willow – inscrutable and eternal, with Nature’s grace and strength.
“Robert Taylor?” she asked.
It took him a moment to shut his flapping mouth and recover his aplomb.
“Yes,” he finally said, extending his hand.
She shook it firmly, her hand warm and dry. She led him into a brown hallway, and to an office at one end. The room contained the same homey furniture as the waiting area, in neutral shades of soft leather with woven and plush accompaniments.
“Have a seat,” she said.
He stared at the wide couch before him.
“Do I need to lie down?” he asked.
“Only if you want to,” she said.
She sat in an armchair across from the couch with her knees pressed together and her hands folded in her lap. She studied him, an entirely unassuming expression on her porcelain face. Awkwardly, he perched on the edge of the couch and rested his weight on his elbows on his thighs. He let his hands dangle.
She remained still and silent as he took in his surroundings. The paintings on the walls were interesting but not distracting and consisted of abstractions that reminded him of natural surroundings. The lights were incandescent, and the shades partially drawn, rendering the space as comforting as a forest nook where sunlight filtered through the branches above. Dr. Herzenberg even had a small fountain on one side table and the faint sound of running water complemented the illusion. Robert could feel his tension recede, despite his natural wariness and dark mood.
Still, she said nothing. Robert felt her watching him and found he couldn’t meet her gaze directly. Rather, his eyes roved over their environment, never settling for more than a few seconds. Behind and beside her was a narrow bookcase with glass panels and something about it bothered him. He kept returning to it, until he realized why. On the very top of the bookcase was an old-fashioned globe and a statue that looked like a very realistic black cat. It could have been PJ. He stared at the cat, and almost jumped out of his seat when the statue blinked.
“God, that’s a cat!” he said.
Dr. Herzenberg smiled. “That’s Bella.”
“Wow,” Robert said. “I thought she was a statue.”
“She likes to sit up there,” Dr. Herzenberg said. “Many of my patients don’t ever notice her.”
“I’m amazed. You bring your cat with you to the office?”
Dr. Herzenberg shrugged. “She doesn’t like to be alone.”
“You could get her a companion.”
“She doesn’t like other cats.”
Robert chuckled. “Typical difficult feline.”
“Tell me,” Dr. Herzenberg said. “Are you a cat person?”
He remembered his sister, and the fact he’d never see her again. His eyes burned, though he willed himself not to tear up.
“You could say that,” he said.
PJ had turned into a cat every night since shortly after she had hit puberty. He still remembered the first time she’d shapeshifted. He was a rookie cop at the time and looking after her since their parents had died, as her much older brother and legal guardian. They’d been playing video games on the couch when she howled and writhed in pain. He had thought she was dying and called 911.
Imagine his chagrin when they arrived and found no sign of the girl that he’d insisted needed an ambulance. Instead, a black tabby cat watched him explain that he’d had a nightmare and called emergency services by mistake. His colleagues ribbed him for weeks afterward.
Robert was so traumatized, he confined PJ to her room after sundown from that time forward, and he somehow managed to convince himself her transition hadn’t happened. It was only recently, with his own daughter, Nancy, entering puberty, that he’d finally opened up to PJ about her wonderous ability. He had been terrified that Nancy would become a shapeshifter as well. Be the status of that as it may, at least one outcome had been that he had become significantly closer to PJ, a relationship long overdue.
His memories of PJ ran through his mind, and guilt stabbed his heart. If only he hadn’t been so pigheaded, he could have showed his love for her sooner. He could have had years of closeness instead of mere months. They could even, perhaps, have–
No. He wouldn’t let himself think about that. Regret was a demon that ate you alive. It was what it was. He couldn’t change the past any more than he could draw castles in the sky.
“What are you thinking about?” Dr. Herzenberg asked.
Robert blinked several times, his reverie broken. “Nothing,” he said.
She stared at him. His gaze dropped to the coffee table between them.
“I was thinking of my sister,” he said.
“Tell me about her.”
Robert took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied the carpet under their feet, a confetti-patterned collage of woodland hues. He found himself telling Dr. Herzenberg the truth – something he hadn’t done in decades.
“She’s not actually my sister,” he said.
“Oh?” She raised a delicate eyebrow.
“Well, she wasn’t, I mean,” he said. “My father was her mother’s cousin.”
Dr. Herzenberg appeared lost in thought for a moment. “So, your ‘sister’ was actually your second cousin?”
“Yes,” Robert said.
“Why do you call her your sister?”
“Our parents married,” Robert said. “Legally, PJ was my sister.”
“I see,” she said.
Another wave of regret washed over Robert. He clasped his hands together and hung his head so she wouldn’t see the sheen of tears in his eyes.
“I did read your employment record,” Dr. Herzenberg said. “You’ve had quite the last couple of weeks.”
Robert snorted. “Yeah. You could say that.”
“You failed the bureau’s lie detector test, separated from your wife, shot and killed a man, and your sister – your second-cousin, I mean – died. I’d say all of that qualifies you for a little paid leave.”
Then there was the business with his daughter, which he couldn’t talk about, as well as the thing concerning his infidelity, which he likewise couldn’t bring himself to talk about. His shoulders drooped.
“I don’t want paid leave,” he said. “I want to get back to work. All I do is sit around and mope. If I can work, I’ll feel better.” He looked up, into her concerned face. “What can I do to convince you I’m fit for returning to work – that, in fact, it’ll help me recover?”
She tilted her head and scrutinized him. He fidgeted under the weight of those amazing green eyes.
“You can’t run from your grief, Robert. Turning your attention elsewhere will only cause it to fester and grow into something uncontrolled.”
He sighed. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
On top of the bookcase, the cat stood and stretched elegantly, her back a deeply curved S. She sat on her haunches and used her paw to clean her snout. Robert watched, fascinated.
“Tell me more about your sister,” Dr. Herzenberg said.
Another wave of regret reminded Robert of his failures, and, with it, a twinge of fear piqued his soul. He’d already said too much.
“You were close, I take it,” the psychiatrist said.
“Yeah,” Robert said.
Dr. Herzenberg waited. Robert looked around the room again, his gaze settling on the quarter-height of window, through which a gray fall sky was visible.
“What bothers you most about her death?” she asked.
Robert’s eyes lost their focus as his attention turned inward. Guilt weighed heavy in his heart as he remembered the past two weeks and his role in the whole mess.
“I never…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Dr. Herzenberg perked up. “You never what?”
He stared at the cat, who stared back unblinkingly. The odd sense of unreality overtook him again and he found himself speaking the truth once more.
“I never told her how much I loved her,” he said.
“I’m sure she knew,” Dr. Herzenberg said.
Robert shook his head. “No. She didn’t.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I pushed her away. She wanted more from me. I should have given it to her.”
Dr. Herzenberg’s brow furrowed and her eyes darkened. “What are we talking about, Robert? You’ve told me she wasn’t your blood sister. How did you see her? As your little sister? Or, as something more than that?”
Robert ground his teeth. How did they get onto this topic? He was here to get back to work, not to get himself fired for inappropriate feelings toward PJ.
“I shouldn’t have said it that way,” he said. “Of course, I meant it platonically.”
She studied him. “You know that everything you tell me is confidential.”
He frowned. “I know you have to report what I say to my superiors,” he said.
“No,” she said. “I have to report my overall opinions. Your disclosures are entirely between us alone.”
Robert stared up at Bella, whose golden gaze had never seemed to leave him. He was pretty sure the cat saw right through him, and he wondered how much of that ability Dr. Herzenberg had.
He said nothing.
***
Excerpt from Road To Nowhere by Cy Wyss. Copyright 2019 by Cy Wyss. Reproduced with permission from Cy Wyss. All rights reserved.



Author Bio:

Cy Wyss
Cy Wyss is a writer based in Indianapolis, Indiana. They have a Ph.D. in computer science and their day job involves wrangling and analyzing genetic data. Cy is the author of three full-length novels as well as a collection of short stories and the owner and chief editor of Nighttime Dog Press, LLC.
Before studying computer science, Cy obtained their undergraduate degree in mathematics and English literature as well as masters-level degrees in philosophy and artificial intelligence. They studied overseas for three years in the UK, although they never managed to develop a British accent.
Cy currently resides in Indianapolis with their spouse, daughter, and two obstreperous but lovable felines. In addition to writing, they enjoy reading, cooking, and walking 5k races to benefit charity.

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Saturday, September 14, 2019

Spotlight: Justice Gone by N Lombardi Jr



About the Book:
When a homeless war veteran is beaten to death by the police, stormy protests ensue, engulfing a small New Jersey town. Soon after, three cops are gunned down.
A multi-state manhunt is underway for a cop killer on the loose. And Dr. Tessa Thorpe, a veteran's counselor, is caught up in the chase.
Donald Darfield, an African-American Iraqi war vet, war-time buddy of the beaten man, and one of Tessa's patients, is holed up in a mountain cabin. Tessa, acting on instinct, sets off to find him, but the swarm of law enforcement officers gets there first, leading to Darfield's dramatic capture.
Now, the only people separating him from the lethal needle of state justice are Tessa and ageing blind lawyer, Nathaniel Bodine. Can they untangle the web tightening around Darfield in time, when the press and the justice system are baying for revenge?

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Winner of Three Awards:
2019 American Fiction Award
National Indie Excellency Award - Best Legal Thriller of 2019
Silver Medal Winner 2019 - Readers' Favorites Awards
Chosen by Wiki.ezvid.com among their list of 10 Gripping and Intelligent Legal Thrillers


Reviews for Justice Gone:
The courtroom scenes are wonderfully written...the characters are well described and the author paints a picture of each in the mind of the reader...Strong plot, strong characters and a strong writing style that I really enjoyed. This one is a definite "thumbs-up." Strongly recommend! I look forward to reading additional works by N. Lombardi, Jr.
Kim M Aalaie, Author's Den

One of my favorite suspense novels of the year. It will make you question the legal system.
The Eclectic Review

The courtroom action is excellent, trimmed to the most gripping parts of the trial, with plenty of emotional impact...a fairly realistic portrayal of the way small-town US society works...a fast-moving story with plenty of dramatic moments, and a big twist in the final pages.
Crime Review 

Read an Excerpt:


The expected law enforcement professionals responded to Angela Fratollini’s 911 call—not all at once, but in prompt succession. Two patrol units  showed  up,  followed  shortly by an ambulance with two paramedics who approached the prone body and attempted to find a pulse  before  looking  at each other and shaking their heads. Not long after, Bruntfield Homicide Detectives Cavaluzzi and Ryan arrived, already aware of the identity of the deceased as one of the officers involved in the Felson beating, and immediately examined the car and the dead body slumped in its trunk before calling in the crime scene forensics squad. Having done that, they entered the house to interview Mrs. Fratollini. They had hardly exchanged introductions when someone from the Medical Examiners Office had turned up, interrupting the questioning. Following him was the Crime Scene Investigation Unit from the New Jersey State Police, who had accepted the request for help from Len Peterson, acting chief of police for Bruntfield Township. A photographer, a fingerprint specialist, and a crime scene mapper from the same unit joined their Bruntfield counterparts.
It was only then that Cavaluzzi and Ryan were able to sit down and have a chat with Mrs. Fratollini.
She had heard him pull up, she told them, heard him get out and open the trunk of the car. Then she thought she heard her husband say something, to which she replied, What? but got no response. As she was in the middle of a TV show, she sat down again on the couch. After fifteen minutes, when Mr. Fratollini had still not entered the house, she went outside to see what he was up to, and that’s when she discovered her husband flopped inside the trunk, and all that blood!”
At that point, Mrs. Fratollini lost her control and wept. While trying to calm her down, Cavaluzzi got a call on his mobile. The story he got over the phone was that an evening paperboy had seen a body on the ground in a pool of blood, and had raced home to promptly tell his mother, who in turn had promptly called the police. And would you believe it? What seemed to be yet another chillingly similar shooting had taken place just a few miles from this one!
And so they all exited the scene in the order they had come, proceeding to 74 Elmore Lane. Cavaluzzi, in the unmarked car that Ryan was driving, had the instinct to call the Motor Vehicle Department to get an ID that matched that address: John Fox. He went into emergency mode and grabbed for his cell phone.
“Hello, Chief Peterson, have all units proceed to the house of Rafael Puente…look up his address…and all the other officers involved in the Felson incident…send all available units to those residences!”
But by the time two of the available units got to where Puente lived, he and his dog had been dead for at least an hour. Orders had by then already been given to cover the homes of the remaining three officers involved in Jay Felson’s death, who were so far spared a similar fate. A dragnet that encircled all six sites was implemented by both the Bruntfield police and the New Jersey State Troopers, with barricades set up on all the exit roads out of town. Everyone was stopped, told to get out, and interrogated. Bruntfield units patrolling the side streets hauled in any suspicious person they saw, but all of them were eventually released after irrefutably ruling them out as suspects.
It seemed that the perpetrator had already fled, staying one step ahead of his pursuers.

Murders are the stuff of local news. Nobody could have been more exuberant about such events than the press and TV people who regularly make a living from the dark side of human behavior. They swarmed over the story like ants on a ham sandwich dropped in the woods. As expected, it was received as a gem of a headline, not only by the Bruntfield Daily, but also by regional papers such as the New York Post, the New York Daily News, and the Philadelphia Inquirer. And this time, because of the extraordinary act of pulling off three similar murders within a few hours—the victims, cops, no less—the story even made it to the front pages of the New York Times and the Washington Post.
Tessa sat and stared at the newspaper in front of her, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Ten minutes perhaps, she sat there quietly anguished before she dumped her face onto the newspaper and began to sob. Her worst fears had materialized. She lifted her face up a few inches, opened the paper, and wrapped it around her head insulating herself like an ostrich submerging its head in the sand, bawling away. She felt someone touching her hands and looked up with black newsprint smudged all over her face to see Ed, Penny, and Casey standing before her with equally mournful faces.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles to the west, at the same time that Tessa was crying into her newspaper, Bruntfield was practically on lockdown. A shelter-in-place order was in effect, meaning in simple terms, stay where you are and don’t leave until further notice. Checkpoints prevented people from entering or leaving the areas of the crime scenes, as well as the neighborhoods of the three other ex-officers, even though those men were apparently being protectively sequestered by the authorities in undisclosed locations. Schools were closed, not only in Bruntfield, but in the nearby townships as well. People locked their doors and windows and slept with the lights on. The police, through the news anchors of local television, advised everyone to keep all garage doors and sheds closed and secured. Gun owners had their weapons locked and loaded. Law enforcement officers were everywhere to be seen.


About the Author:
N. Lombardi Jr, the N for Nicholas, has spent over half his life in Africa, Asia, and the Middle East, working as a groundwater geologist. Nick can speak five languages: Swahili, Thai, Lao, Chinese, and Khmer (Cambodian).
In 1997, while visiting Lao People's Democratic Republic, he witnessed the remnants of a secret war that had been waged for nine years, among which were children wounded from leftover cluster bombs. Driven by what he saw, he worked on The Plain of Jars for the next eight years.
Nick maintains a website with content that spans most aspects of the novel: The Secret War, Laotian culture, Buddhism etc.
His second novel, Journey Towards a Falling Sun, is set in the wild frontier of northern Kenya.
His latest novel, Justice Gone was inspired by the fatal beating of a homeless man by police.
Nick now lives in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

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