About the Book:

Title: This Beautiful World
Author:  Elisabeth Jackson
Genre: Romantic Suspense / Mystery


As children, RaeAnne and her sidekick King were held captive after they discovered the body of a boy their age in a crate of apples in their small town’s peculiar orchard. Now RaeAnne is grown and the mother of a troubled young daughter. After her mother is killed in an accident,
she travels home to her father with her daughter. But RaeAnne finds that she is not welcomed by everyone, and frightening incidents start to happen involving her and her family. As RaeAnne unravels the mysteries of her childhood, including what happened to her older brother, who vanished on the same night RaeAnne and King found terror in the orchard, she reunites with King. The boy she knew has grown up to be very handsome and guarded. But can the two ever be more than old friends who share a terrifying secret?

About the Author:
Elisabeth Jackson loves the outdoors and dogs, rescued dogs in particular. This
Beautiful World is her debut novel and blends haunting childhood secrets,
romantic themes, second chances and a mystery in a small town setting, with a
dash of Gothic elements. When she is not writing small town Romances and
Mysteries, she works as a freelance business writer. Her characters are inspired
by the rural towns she has visited and lived in. She welcomes readers to connect
with her at ejacksonbooks.com and Facebook.com/ejacksbooks.


 



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Read an Excerpt:
Chapter One


My past didn’t just haunt me. It became a part of me. I’m grown now, with a
daughter of my own, but every time I sink my teeth into an apple’s smooth skin,
I think of the orchard. I think of the secret I became a part of one day when I
was twelve. A secret I shared with my friend, King.



In 1998, King and I searched through the crates of apples picked earlier in the
morning at the Gray orchard to take a few for a snack. We’d made it all the way
to the center of the orchard, where the apple crates were set out along the
trail for the trucks to collect.



A bird screeched and the lanky apple trees, with branches like a witch’s curved,
gnarled fingers, seemed to close in on us, as though we could become forever
lost in this crowded world of trees. If the Gray family caught us, would anyone
be able to hear our cries for help?

 King plucked an especially red apple and tossed it to me.

 “Thanks,” I said, catching it in my hand. I wiped the fruit against my shirt until it
shone in the summertime light and bit through the tender skin, into the crisp
white center, the sweet juice filling my mouth. I glanced up and King was
gone.

“Hey,” I said, my voice faint.

He laughed, and his tall frame jumped out from behind the line of trees, where
apples hung in the sunlight like glittering red jewels.

I dropped my half-eaten apple to the ground as he walked back to me. “Don’t ever
do that again,” I said, facing him, the sun warming my arms. “I thought you’d
left me here.”

“I’d never leave you alone.”

“Promise?”

“Sure,” he said, and I made him shake on it.

A slender bird appeared like a wisp of dark paper in the pale blue sky, and I
watched it glide. King gasped and I turned to look at him.

“What?” I asked. Then I saw what he saw – a smooth, white thing protruding out of one of
the crates. I craned my neck for a closer look. It was a limp hand, reaching out
to us from below a mass of apples unlike the kind I’d seen other times at the
orchard, the just-picked beauties with red, dusty skins. The skins on these
apples were peeling away from the browning fruit. There was a sickly sweet smell
of cider.

The hand was still attached to an arm somewhere down below. In its appearance, it
wasn’t like mine or Mama’s, and not like Daddy’s either. Dark, curly hairs were
rooted in Daddy’s knuckles like underwater seagrass. This hand was fresh, like a
newborn’s skin.

I touched the skin as fast as running my finger through a candle flame, and the
surface was cold, yet soft. The hand, with smooth, blood-stained fingernails,
grasped toward us from inside an old crate held together with warped slats
punctured by loose nails. I gagged. My next instinct was to run. Run far
away.

Behind me, King approached and I whirled around, tried to hold him back. He shrugged
past me and edged closer to the waist-high apple crate, looking inside,
searching for something more than a hand. He ran his fingers across the Gray
Family Orchard stamp on the side.

“Is he way down in there somewhere?” he asked. Standing on his toes, he leaned over
the high crate’s rim, reached to touch the inside.

“Don’t touch it,” I said, bringing his arm down, and it bumped against the rim of the
crate.

His boyish curiosity got the better of him. “What did it feel like?” 


 
 

About the Book: Title: Visions of Teaoga

Author: Jim Remsen

Genre:  Middle School (Target Age 10-14) / Historical Fiction

Visions of Teaoga is a historical novel for young readers that weaves together the adventures of an actual American Indian figure known as Queen Esther and a fictional middle schooler named Maddy, with a dash of time travel thrown in. By revisiting the drama of Eastern borderland upheaval in the 1700s, the book is appropriate as supplemental required reading in middle-school US history classes. By adding Maddy and her modern sensibilities to the telling, it helps us consider how we might regard the Indian-settler legacy in our own time. Here's a summary: 

The year is 1790. Esther returns under cover to Teaoga, the site of her burned village. It is overrun with white settlers. Esther, honored by her people but hunted by the settlers as a killer, has come to secretly observe a U.S.-Iroquois peace council. While there, she stealthily provides a circle of Indian women with her lessons of survival and mentors a troubled native girl in the ways of leadership.

Moving ahead to the present day, our young Maddy visits the same place, now an out-of-the-way hamlet on the New York-Pennsylvania border, on a summer trip. Diffident yet curious, she grows fascinated with Teaoga’s lost world and its inhabitants, chief among them the mysterious Esther. Encounters with the locals, including a colorful historian and two extraordinary boys, send Maddy headlong into exploring this crossroads of civilizations. As the parallel stories unfold, sparks begin flying across the centuries. Increasingly, Maddy’s journey into history becomes a journey of self-discovery. By the end, she has taken on Esther’s mantle of the “peace woman” and sets out to heal a hurt she has caused back home.

 Visions of Teaoga is a hybrid work, part supernatural page-turner, part detailed history textbook. As Jim says, “While I certainly want the book to be engaging and fun, my underlying purpose is to have kids confront this lost world and appreciate the little-taught, often surprising ways so many of the native cultures came undone. The Teaoga locale is a perfect microcosm of that important multicultural history, but there are similar examples  everywhere. It’s all part of our rich local history, glowing underfoot, waiting to be explored.”

About the Author: 
Jim Remsen is an editor and author who is pursuing a lifelong interest in history following his award-winning journalism career. At The Philadelphia Inquirer, Jim rose through the ranks to become the newspaper’s Religion Editor. He and his reporters won national awards during his tenure, with the Religion Newswriters Association honoring his Faith Life section as one of the top two religion sections among major North American newspapers.

Visions of Teaoga is Jim’s second published book, and comes after a long pause since his successful first venture. In the 1980s, soon after becoming a father, Jim saw the need for a hands-on guidebook about interfaith marriage. He and a journalist friend spent an action-packed year researching and writing The Intermarriage Handbook: A Guide for Jews and Christians. The book was released to wide acclaim, and nearly a quarter-century later remains in print (with HarperCollins) as a successful bible for mixed-faith couples.

Jim lives outside Philadelphia with his wife, Harriet. They have three adult sons.





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Read an Excerpt: Excerpt 2 (from Chapter 14) has the reader sitting quietly with our modern protagonist, middle- schooler Maddy Winter, at an outdoor spot she’s been told has special spiritual force. Her mind wanders over her day as a junior camp counselor.

Light thoughts loped across Maddy’s mindscape like bunnies. She pictured her campers, and little Lucy’s tears about the twig wigwam that Jason had crushed with bratty delight that morning. A bead of sweat slid down her spine beneath her tangerine tee. The dead air was oppressive. Her inner eye saw turkey vultures rising on the heat. She imagined the coolness of the river current. It must be a gazillion degrees back home. Her thoughts turned to Houston and her gal-pal Melody. On a sweltering day like today they’d probably be hanging in her air-conditioned great room. She pictured them making fun of some TV rerun, chugging iced tea, teasing Tiara the cat, practicing their funky dance moves as the Supersonic M&M Sisters.

I haven’t contacted Mel for a few days. Some pal I am. But it’s okay. I’m sure she’s finding stuff to do. I’ll see her soon enough. Wow, only five more days here. I’ve been in another world.

The free-floating thoughts were interrupted by a fly landing on her forehead. Next it tickled her ear. Eyes still closed, she reached lazily to brush the insect off

About the Book:
“Someone needs to make you come completely undone, Sydney Parker.” His
tongue moved slowly over his lips. “That someone is going to be me.” 

Goal-oriented Sydney Parker has never had a problem focusing. She’s
about to start law school, the first step on her way to the Supreme Court. With
no time for relationships, she lives vicariously through her best friend Brynn,
who has recently decided to use sex as a research tool. Sydney, however, hasn’t
been laid in years. Men are a distraction, one Sydney has diligently
avoided…until Jackson West crashes into her life, and under her hood.

The last thing Sydney needs is a hot mechanic working on her ‘69 Camaro. Especially
a hot mechanic with eyes like the ocean and lick-me abs, who claims to be better
in bed than a werewolf.
Jax thinks that’s exactly what Sydney needs. 

But Sydney has goals, and a relationship with the enigmatic Jax would
challenge her.

Distract her.

Tempt her.

Sydney is about
to find out that temptation is very hard to resist.

*Due to mature
content, this New Adult novel is recommended for readers over 18.

One line teasers:

“Take them off, or I’ll tear them off.”
#TemptingSydney

I scanned the shop like I’d been tactically trained to
find washboard abs by the FBI. #TemptingSydney

He gave me a wolf-smile as
he caught me. “Slippery, eh?”

Yeah. And that’s not all that was wet.
#TemptingSydney

“Like doesn’t cover it. My ovaries tremble in his
presence.”



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


As a child, Angela Corbett’s most prized possession was a set of read-along books. She used to follow along with the narrator on the stereo and dream of when she would be able to read by herself. Her childhood reading habit led her to consider her future career. However, after consulting with her parents, she realized she had already exceeded hobbit height and since fairies and dragonslayers were tricky jobs to get, she decided she wanted to create worlds of her own. She started writing poetry in elementary school and worked as a journalist in high school and college, but could never leave her love for
writing fiction behind.

She is a graduate of Westminster College where she double majored in communication and sociology. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, and escaping in a good book. She lives in Utah with her incredibly supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin,
whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber's.

Eternal Starling is her debut novel and the first book in the Emblem of Eternity trilogy.




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About the Book: FOLLOW (Social Media #1) 
By @JA Huss
Publication Date: August 27. 2014
Novella (150 pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:

#Women.

I fuck them. I use them. I pay them off. I find another. My demands are never denied. My contracts are always signed. They submit to me. Willingly. Completely. Temporarily. This is how it’s always been.

Until I saw that filthy tweet.

@VaughnAsher My bare pussy. Your tongue. #ThingsIThinkAboutToGetOff

“FilthyBlueBird” thinks she can tease me with hashtags and then hide behind a Twitter handle? She thinks I wouldn’t be more than happy to #RockHerFilthyWorld? She’s wrong.

Her online fantasy is about to collide with her public reality, and it’s about to happen… now.

THIS IS A SERIAL NOVELLA
THAT MEANS ALL ENDINGS ARE CLIFFHANGERS
THIS NOVELLA IS ABOUT 150 PAGES LONG
THIS IS PART ONE OF SIX
BOOKS ARE RELEASED EVERY TWO WEEKS




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About the Author: 
AUTHOR BIO
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label). 

She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.

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Read an Excerpt: ONE

My name is Grace Kinsella and I’m a filthy tweeter.

I can turn a hundred and forty characters into living sex. I can string words together in a way that will make you wet your panties with lust. I can make a man blush before he even gets to the hashtag. I am famous for pithy filth.

In fact, my girlfriends and I have an online Facebook group called the Filthy Blue Birds. And we’re not the only ones. The world of pithy filth is booming, friends. There are endless groups like ours. There are legions of shy girls who come alive when faced with the hundred-and-forty-character challenge. And there is a very special place online where we meet, challenging each other to achieve a new level of smexy typing.

I call that Twitter list Dirty Heaven. I made it up, like literally I’m the freaking founder. So Dirty Heaven is my kingdom and I’m the queen.

I’ll stop here to take a bow. 

About the Book: 

The Last Mission of the Living by Rhiannon Frater 
(The Last Bastion) 
Publication date: August 28th 2014
Genres: Adult, Horror, Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies

Synopsis:

Humanity teeters on the brink of extinction…

Vanguard Lindsay Rooney has faced the undead hordes of Inferi Scourge and lived to tell the tale, but she has also suffered horrible losses. Like millions of other civilians, she had hoped that The Bastion would recover after a team of modified soldiers eradicated the undead hordes of Inferi Scourge that infested their valley. Yet the city still crumbles around them, along with any chance of survival.

Lindsey’s growing friendship with Torran MacDonald, an officer with the Science Warfare division, is her only solace as the decline of the city continues. When food riots fill the streets, martial law is enacted, and the upper echelons of government battle for control of the city, Lindsey is conscripted by her superiors to embark on a dangerous mission into the dead world beyond The Bastion. To add even more complications, Torran and the SWD join the squad.

Soon, Lindsey realizes that her mission is more than what it seems, and there are secrets that could both destroy The Bastion and take her life.


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About the Author: 
Rhiannon Frater is the award-winning author of over a dozen books, including the As the World Dies zombie trilogy (Tor), as well as independent works such as The Last Bastion of the Living (declared the #1 Zombie Release of 2012 by Explorations Fantasy Blog and the #1 Zombie Novel of the Decade by B&N Book Blog), and other horror novels. In 2014, her newest horror novel, The Mesmerized, will be released by Permuted Press. Dead Spots will be published in 2015 by Tor. She was born and raised a Texan and presently lives in Austin, Texas with her husband and furry children (a.k.a pets).  She loves scary movies, sci-fi and horror shows, playing video games, cooking, dyeing her hair weird colors, and shopping for Betsey Johnson purses and shoes.  

You can find her online at:Website: rhiannonfrater.com 
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/astheworlddies
Twitter:  twitter.com/rhiannonfrater
Blog:  rhianonfrater.blogspot.com
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Email: rhiannonfrater at gmail.com

Read an Excerpt: Lindsey awoke with a start. It took her a second to comprehend it was her wristlet vibrating that had awakened her. Activating the screen, she saw the message was incoming from her secret program. Instantly, her heart started to beat wildly with excitement. Still a little tipsy from the tequila, she edged out from beneath Torran’s long leg and arm and scooted to the ladder.

Once on the main floor, she sat at her computer array beneath the elevated bed, and she logged into the program. After several long, excruciating seconds, the message downloaded. It was from Maria. Gnawing on her bottom lip, Lindsey quickly scrolled through it. The message was short, but worrying.

Lindsey, Dwayne and I need to talk to you and Commandant Pierce ASAP. Call tomorrow at exactly 1600 hours.