Friday, October 20, 2017

Free Spirits by Linda Wisdom

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Alex Cassidy's parents always said they'd move heaven and earth to ensure she married well. And this time, they did! After all, Alex was turning thirty and still had no husband--that was a combination they just could not live with.

The day she turned 3-0, Alex woke to find, at the foot of her bed, looking dapper and doting, the ghosts of her parents. Most ghosts were fleeting apparitions, but Alex's ghosts were here to stay...at least until they delivered her birthday present--Mr. Right!

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Fiancé for the Night by Melissa McClone - $0.99 Goodie!

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She needs a fiancé—for only one night.
Cassandra Daniels' parents refuse to accept that she doesn't need a boyfriend to be happy. To stop their meddling and matchmaking, Cassandra creates a fictional fiancé, a man who sounds so unlike their carefree and unconventional daughter that her mom and dad want to meet him for dinner, immediately. 
 No problem. San Francisco is a big city. Finding a fiancé won't be that hard.
All Troy McKnight wants is a beer after a long day at work. But when a pretty blonde asks him to dinner and wants him to pretend to be her fiancé, Troy agrees to help. Playing make-believe could be fun, especially since he gets a free meal, and he'll have a great story to tell.
When one lie leads to another, however, the fake engagement spirals into real wedding plans. Cassandra and Troy must stop the madness and put an end to their charade. But what if her fiancé for the night is the perfect husband for life?

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Hotel Hex by Linda Wisdom - $0.99 Goodie!

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One Hex of a Weekend

Clue meets Bewitched and Nancy Drew with a touch of Hex!

It was all planned. A weekend away at an exclusive hotel in the Hollywood Hills where vampire PI Nick planned to have some alone time with his hexy honey, Jazz.

Except Stonegate Manor isn’t what it appears to be.

Jazz isn’t impressed. The hotel doesn’t boast spa facilities that seriously upset magick bunny slippers Fluff and Puff. A celebutante psychic is seriously ticking her off. Not to mention the old-fashioned bellhop is a zombie.

Where’s the romance with a kitchen that doubles as a slaughterhouse, guests turning into dry husks, and rooms that change in the wink of an eye. And what exactly is going on with the hotel manager?

There’s no relaxation this hellish weekend for Jazz and Nick as they search for clues on what’s going on at Stonegate Manor. And Jazz goes up against an ancient evil that just might be more than this hexy witch can handle.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

FREE! On Angels and Rabbit Holes by Kimberly Morgan

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Corrie Weber has kept a secret for years: she talks to angels. Or, rather, angels talk to her, and have since she was a child. There’s nothing subtle about visits from her winged messengers except the messages themselves. Their method of delivery is usually unwelcome and frequently unpleasant.

Corrie records their communication in a journal and tries to work out the meaning of it all. While it seems like recent changes in her life are moving her in the right direction, Corrie feels like she’s losing her way. She seeks clarity through the angels’ insight but encounters difficulty. Will the angels provide comfort and guidance, or will they complicate matters even more?

Friday, October 13, 2017

Read Chapter One From Monsterland by Michael Okon

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Welcome to Monsterland—the scariest place on Earth.

Wyatt Baldwin's senior year is not going well. His parents divorce, then his dad mysteriously dies. He’s not exactly comfortable with his new stepfather, Carter White, either. An ongoing debate with his best friends Melvin and Howard Drucker over which monster is superior has gotten stale. He’d much rather spend his days with beautiful and popular Jade. However, she’s dating the brash high-school quarterback Nolan, and Wyatt thinks he doesn’t stand a chance.

But everything changes when Wyatt and his friends are invited to attend the grand opening of Monsterland, a groundbreaking theme park where guests can interact with vampires in Vampire Village, be chased by werewolves on the River Run, and walk among the dead in Zombieville.

With real werewolves, vampires and zombies as the main attractions, what could possibly go wrong?


Chapter 1
THE EVERGLADES

he fire Billy created burned bright, rabbits roasted on
a spit made from hickory, the juices dripping to hiss

in the flames. Seven of his hairy friends lay in scat-
tered repose, enjoying the late afternoon lull—two napped,

the others tossed a stuffed fur in the form of a ball around the
clearing, hooting with amusement when it rolled into the
brush. They traveled in a pack, his group, his makeshift family,
foraging together, hiding in plain sight. It had been that way
for generations. But the glades were getting smaller, the
humans invasive.
 
Mosquitoes droned lazily over the still water; frogs croaked
while they sunbathed on waxy lily pads. The sun started its
slow descent to the horizon, hot pink and lilac clouds rippling
against the empty canvas of the sky. Here and there, fireflies lit
the gloom, doing a placid ballet in the humid air.
Unseen, the men moved closer to the campfire as the sun
sank into the western treetops.
 
A lone hawk cried out a warning, disturbing the peace of
the glade. Huge birds answered, flapping their wings, creating
a cacophony of swamp sounds. The area became a concerto
of animals responding to the disruption of their home—wild
screams, squeaks, and complaints of the invasion of their
territory.
 
Billy stood, his head tilted as he listened intently. He heard
a melody, that strange organization of sounds, predictable as
well as dangerous. It had been years since he’d heard music.
His stomach clenched with uneasiness. Where those rhythms
originated meant only one thing—they were not alone in the
swamp.
 
His pack rose, tense and alert, their eyes watching the
waterway. Billy silently parted the thick leaves to expose a flat-
bottom boat with dangerous strangers floating slowly
toward them.
 
The boat was filled with people, excitedly searching the
banks of the swamp, their expensive khaki bush clothes ringed
with sweat.

Little John, Billy’s best friend, leaned closer and whis-
pered, “Tourists?”

Billy noticed the rifles before the rest of the group. He
held up his hand signaling for silence. “Not tourists. Enemies,”
he replied.
 
Men’s voices drifted on the turgid air.
 
This was no good, Billy thought furiously. He was gauging
the time, his eyes opening wide. It was late. They had to get
out of there. It’s going to happen, and those people were going to
see it.
 
The bald top of the moon peeked over the line of trees in
the south, the sky graying to twilight with each passing second.
Night came fast in the swamp, dropping a curtain of darkness,
extinguishing all light except for the beacon of the full moon.
The moon floated upward, indifferent to the consequences of
its innocent victims.
 
A halo of lighter blue surrounded the globe, limning the
trees silver, the cobwebs in the trees becoming chains of drip-
ping diamonds in the coming night.

What did these strangers want? Billy fought the urge to scream.
This is our home. Humans don’t belong in the swamp.
The moon continued to rise, the familiar agony beginning
in his chest. A full moon, a dangerous moon, Billy fought the
demons churning within his body, feeling the pain of meta-
morphosis.

He curled inward, hunching his shoulders, the curse of his
nature making his spine pull until his tendons and muscles
tore from their human positions to transform into something
wicked.
 
A howl erupted from his throat, followed by another, and
then another. Grabbing handfuls of dirt, he tried to fight the
awful change, but, as the sun set, the moon took control of his
life, and the unnatural force tore through his unwilling body.
Reason fled; his heart raced. Falling on his hands and
knees, Billy let loose a keening cry as his face elongated, his
body changing into a canine, fangs filling his mouth. He raced
in a circle in a demented dance, knowing his fellow pack
members did the same thing.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Read an Excerpt From Missing Remnants by Amy J Hamilton

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Track is the best detective the Si-Cross 4 station has. He has been forced to take three months off, just as a woman dies at his front door after asking for his help. Suspecting an outbreak, the Authority submits Track to a gruelling decontamination process, while someone ransacks his apartment and dismantles his pet robot dog, Banyon. With little help available to him, Track undertakes the investigation the Authority insists on closing within hours. He’s being followed. He has no backup. His trusted colleagues are avoiding him. Someone is pretending to be his dead husband. Will Track survive to solve the mystery of the Missing Remnants?





Excerpt:

I’d tuned out most of the chatter behind me as I concentrated on system reports. I was ahead. It put me in uncharted territory. The summons came after lunch. Si-Cross 4 is a large off world station boasting many places to eat. It didn’t matter which I chose, I always found a small group of people who required off-menu items. I was five minutes late back. And that was only because I’d stopped to help clear an area of potential chemical spill resulting in the initiation of a false alarm report.
“Track, my office,” The command from Beynard, my superior, was in the tone of voice you did not ignore. Not unless you wanted them removed with a rusty knife and handed to you on a platter. I logged off and pushed myself out of my chair. The chip in my knee holding the joint together dug in and I winced. Yeah, I was on a list for a permanent fix. It came with the caveat I shouldn’t hold my breath.
Eyes followed me from my desk to Beynard’s lair. He was a tall, thin, health freak of a man. I was shorter and more muscular. My fitness regime was hampered by my knee. But I could still take him if I’d wanted to.
“Detective Trackneathan, sit.” I sat. To my credit, I did not bark. I hated my name. Where the hell had Trackneathan come from? It gave rise to the joke why Track Neathan, Neathan isn’t lost. I fidgeted. I hated the discomfort of the Authority chairs. I hated everything.
“Sit still.” I may not have barked, but Beynard did. I resisted the urge to say, “What are you, my mother?” I was good at making things worse.
“You have unused leave. Take it,” Beynard ordered.
I was temporarily incapable of speech. Beynard was not known for a soft side. He was about as much a people person as I was. It wasn’t the order that shocked me. It was the uncontrollable fear of what the hell I’d do with that much free time.
“You’ve accrued three months. This is beyond the limit allowed to accumulate on the system,” he sat in his chair looking down at me with disdain. His lips were permanently stuck in a disapproving expression.
“OK, well, what if I carry on working and lose the leave?” I asked.
“Not an option. You either take the leave or you’ll be Centred. You’ve been classified for study.”
Despite the horror, I was not surprised. No-one wanted to be Centred. People left the station rather than spend any time at the Centre. It was a limbo of banal, meaningless tasks supervised by scientists sent to study and correct the behaviour of potential troublemakers. In my case, you could drop the word ‘potential.’
“There has to be a way out of this? What if I work shorter shifts? Use some leave that way?
“Not an option,” Beynard repeated, “You’ve been assessed for a while. Your attitude has been deemed unacceptable. You need to hand in your Authority accreditation. I can’t take your weapon, despite you keeping possession of it being a risk to others.”
“I am not a risk to others,” I objected.
“Tell that to Byrod. He’s on the list for a new jaw.”
“I barely touched him. And you saw the footage. He came at me with a knife and I had to defend myself. The damn thief has had a glass jaw for years.”
“Yes, but we are over our quota of allowable injuries to criminals this month. So, you put yourself in the view of the Centre with that punch. A new jaw costs money.”
“Then use my leave to pay for it and I’ll carry on working.”
“It won’t cover it.”
I breathed in deeply and let out an exasperated sigh. I was running out of ideas. If my leave wasn’t enough to cover the cost of a new jaw, my savings certainly weren’t.
“So, what is the Authority’s real view on this?” I asked, “I should have taken the knife wound and let him get away with the serum?” I stared at Beynard and scratched the side of my face. I knew the answer.
“Yes. A knife wound in you would cost the Authority less to fix than replacing a criminal’s jaw.”
My hand moved to scratch the stubble on my chin. I’d shaved that morning too.
“Or maybe I should have just shot him and only accrued the cost of recycling the body,” see what I mean about making trouble? Sometimes I just don’t know when to stop.

About the Author:


Amy J Hamilton is about 300 years old and was spawned on an alien planet. She exists mainly on coffee and chocolate, but mainly coffee.

She has a husband, two teenagers, tropical fish, a tortoise, a degu and a bearded dragon who can fly and breathe fire (lie). In her spare time, she bakes things, sews things and play things on the piano.
She has been writing since she could hold a pencil in her left nostril. Amy’s books fall into various genres: Erotic/Sci-Fi: Lunar Medical series (Modified, Nate and Day), Sci-Fi Murder Mystery: Missing Remnants. Paranormal Sci-Fi: Iridessian Haunts

Amy currently writes for Radish Fiction. The serialised fiction app is free to download for iOS and Android. Having passed the inspection of the content editor, authors are invited to write serials where the first three episodes are always free. Subsequent episodes may be free, unlock for free after a week but can be unlocked early for 3 Radish coins, or are permanently locked until 3 Radish coins are paid. An episode is between 30c-42c depending on how many coins you buy.

 



Wednesday, October 11, 2017

A Prayer Book for Muslims by Umar Pervez

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This book is intended to be a practitioner’s guide for those who want to progress on the path of spirituality within the Islamic framework.

Islam teaches that the path to spiritual development is open to all. The literal meaning of the word Islam is Peace. This peace comes from complete immersion of self in the will of Allah. The Quran tells us that we have a direct connection to Allah, The Merciful, The Compassionate. This positive message for humanity fills hearts with hope and courage; with peace and happiness. As you realize the presence of God, your problems may appear to become smaller, and life can become suffused with peace and happiness.

This prayer book is written to be your constant companion. Whenever you need a break – in office, on the train or at home after a stressful day – open up a few pages of this book to recharge and refresh in the remembrance of your Lord.

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