Saturday, October 28, 2017

The Shopping Swap by Erin Brady

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Maggie Andrew has a problem. She needs to convince Richard, her attorney boyfriend of five years, that he’s finally ready for a commitment. How? By planning an unforgettable night starting with a romantic dinner for two and ending in the bedroom. And to help things along, Maggie has spent half of her salary on sexy black lingerie from Crandall’s Department Store that Richard won’t be able to resist. Except, once home, Maggie realizes she has someone else’s shopping bag and instead of her very expensive lingerie, she’s stuck with a housecoat that wouldn’t turn anyone’s head, least of all Richards. When Maggie goes back to the scene of the swap, she runs into Benjamin Saunders, a tall, dark and handsome stranger, who not only has what she wants but may also turn out to have what she needs. Suddenly what Maggie thinks she has with Richard is called into question and she’s not sure of anything.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Midnight Lady by Linda Wisdom



Kyle – A dangerously handsome creature of the night …

He’d expected an unusual greeting when he knocked at the door of the spooky manor house, but Kyle Fletcher wasn’t ready for the fireworks in Samantha Lyons sparkling violet eyes! He’d come to interview her movie-legend grandfather, but the mysterious wildcat who ran Baron Lyons’ film studio captured Kyle’s interest more…even if courting her meant facing down ghosts!

She made him dream of silk sheets and thunderstorms.

No one else dared call her Sam, dared stroke her with sensual magick until she lost control in his arms–but still she feared Kyle was the enemy; a reporter who might betray her family...or break her tender heart. She had a talent for making illusions seem utterly real, yet desperately yearned to believe in the truth of Kyle’s love. Could he convince his stubborn witch that he adored the woman she was?

Thursday, October 26, 2017

The Holiday Gig by Erin Brady

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From the author of Amazon bestseller, The Shopping Swap, comes a holiday story that will make you smile and believe in the magic of holiday romance.

Taylor Barnes has a dilemma. She is 32 and about to realize her dreams of making partner at her New York City high-powered law firm with a fancy office and a huge salary. She has no time for anything else in her life -least of all a boyfriend. Yet something stands in the way of her coveted promotion: Charles Wigs, family man and managing partner at Gotsall and Craig who questions whether the single Taylor Barnes can project the right image for the firm.

Not only does her own boss question her singledom, but so does her entire family back home! When an invitation to her cousin's Christmas wedding lands on her desk, Taylor must head back to Pennsylvania to face the music.

It seems as if Taylor has to convince everyone that she's got the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend -all before the clock strikes twelve on New Year's Eve. But how is she to make this happen?

Taylor thinks she’s found the answer. Why not hire a temporary boyfriend to help her get through the holidays? It’s the best of both worlds and without any of the emotional baggage that comes with a real relationship. However, when handsome Hunter Ryan answers the ad for the position, Taylor finds herself with more than she bargained for. Ryan can certainly talk the talk, but does he have what it takes to walk the walk? Could he possibly cost her that coveted partnership that she has been working for since the beginning of her career? Could something that starts out as a simple employment proposition turn out to have her questioning everything she has worked so hard to achieve? Will this Holiday Gig turn Taylor's professional and personal life on its head?

Monday, October 23, 2017

FREE! Monday: Sweet Romance (Sweet and Timeless Book 1) by Lily Rose



Sweet and Timeless: Monday by Lily Rose is the sweet edition of New York Times bestselling author E. L. Todd's steamy contemporary romance novel Monday. This story is the same as the contemporary romance and conveys all the passion of the original book without any explicit scenes or harsh language.

I don’t believe in destiny.

In fate.

Or in soul mates.

But I believe in Hawke.

My life has never been whole since my parents left forever. I have my brother, someone I can barely tolerate most of the time, and I have my best friend, Marie.

And I have myself.

But when Hawke walks into my life, there’s an immediate connection. Our eyes lock and an unspoken conversation is exchanged. For the first time in my life, I actually feel something.

But he doesn’t.

He keeps me at arm’s length and pretends there’s nothing between us when there clearly is. I’m not the kind of girl to wait around for any guy, so I don’t.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t in the back of my mind.

Our paths cross again in a way neither one of us expect and it changes everything. Was it destiny that made it happen? Was it fate?

Or was it something else?

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?

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



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

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
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
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-

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
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



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?


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$9.99


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.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Read an Excerpt From Iridessian Haunts by Amy J Hamilton

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Kanner, Nix and the team have been sent to a primitive planet ahead of the construction companies. Their remit is to ascertain the viability of peacefully living on Iridessia alongside the indigenous species. 

Probes have already sent back favourable reports. 

The probes had not met the locals. 

Kanner and Nix must observe the creatures on the planet whilst dealing with dark forces their best scientists will have difficulty explaining.

“I suppose you want to go down those tunnels, don’t you?” Nix asked while Kanner nodded his head.
“You know the sensible thing is to get out?” Nix continued.
“Or,” Kanner began, “maybe the sensible thing is to walk down the tunnels and see if there’s some form of alien tech down there that could produce our ‘ghost’ for want of a better word.” Kanner’s voice trailed off to a mumble as he made mental lists of what to take and what they might encounter.
“What happened to ‘no inhabitants matching the intelligence of humankind’?” Nix asked.
“I feel I should say something like they were aiming really low when they sent us here.”  Kanner saw a scathing look on Nix’s face and backtracked,
“I’m joking. We’re scouting this planet with some of the best minds available.”
He was interrupted by Nix,
“I can’t see my breath.”
Kanner gave him a blank look.
“That’s what happens when there are ghosts,” Nix said, “it gets colder and you see your breath in front of you.”
“Or maybe there’s a crack somewhere in the rock and a cold draft is getting in from outside. Maybe the wind just dropped. From what we can tell it’s Iridessia’s autumn and it is most certainly getting colder at night.
As more minutes ticked past, Nix recovered.
“Let’s start on the left,” Kanner said. A brief “OK” was Nix’s only reply.
“Are you really OK with this? We can go back if you’re not sure.”
“No, let’s do it. I won’t hear the end of it back at base if I wimp out now.”
The left-hand tunnel was, as expected, pitch black. Kanner adjusted the light on his helmet to emit a wider beam into the tunnel.
“Mind, there’s an uneven step down. Nothing to see. It looks like an empty tunnel. The light isn’t penetrating very far. Watch, slippery patch,” Kanner announced as he took small steps forwards into the darkness.
“I’m at the end,” Kanner said unnecessarily as both men reached out to touch the cold, damp wall. Their contact produced a searing white light which filled the surrounding space. They yelled and tried to shield their eyes with their arms. Turning their backs on the walls they blindly made their way back along the dank, stone corridor. Their bodies bumped into each other in their haste to escape the intense light.
“Kanner, why is the tunnel longer on the way out?” Nix asked still shielding his eyes with his arm.
“I don’t know, but I was thinking the same thing. Maybe we’re almost…”
They spilt out of the tunnel and sprawled across the floor having been caught out by the natural step formation at the entrance. Darkness overcame them for a few moments as the pair groaned and complained. Kanner sat up with his knees bent and rested his arms on his legs.
“Nix, you OK?” he asked.
“We should leave,” Kanner began,
“About time,” Nix said pulling himself to his feet and reaching down to give Kanner a hand up. They turned their backs on the trio of tunnels and took a step towards the cavern between them and the tunnel to the outside world.
“Kanner,” Nix began,
“I know,” Kanner answered. They had no control as their bodies were manipulated to face the tunnels again. Both men let out a yell as they felt their bodies snatched into the air and flung into the middle tunnel. They approached the end wall at high speed and had no ability to slow themselves or shield their heads from the impending impact. Breath squeezed out of them as they stopped inches away from sudden death. They hung in mid-air incapable of speech or movement. The lights on their helmets and arms shone but had no effect on the surrounding darkness.
The lights went out.
Kanner tried to move his mouth to speak, but his jaw moved too slowly and no sound came out. He had no connection with anything. He couldn’t see or hear Nix and he couldn’t feel the tunnel on any side of him. The universe around him felt like it had been erased leaving him hanging in the absence of everything.
Kanner felt his head snap backwards and was dragged by the chest in an unknown direction. When he dropped unceremoniously onto the hard, damp floor, he realised he had been expelled from the second tunnel. He immediately looked around for Nix.
“Make. It. Stop,” Nix said through gritted teeth. He was fighting and losing the battle as his feet took him closer to the third tunnel.
Kanner tried to pull him back but again felt his body hoisted into the air. His ability to breathe disappeared. His body tried to panic, but even that function was removed. Kanner hurtled into the third tunnel and landed just behind Nix as he walked through the end wall. The lights from Kanner’s gear worked in the last tunnel. The wall at the end was some sort of transparent rock. Through it, he could see Nix surrounded by some of the more vicious creatures they had encountered on the planet. Kanner threw a hand into the wall but was stopped, bruised and scraped for his efforts. The animals closed in on Nix who appeared to be in a trance. Kanner was powerless to help. He slammed both palms on the wall he could still see through and pressed his forehead in-between them. He hoped with everything he possessed that Nix wasn’t really there and they were both unconscious somewhere rather than about to experience the fate he saw ahead of him. He closed his eyes in defeat.

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.


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