Monday, February 19, 2018

Shattered Souls by Alison Mello - Book Tour + Giveaway

Shattered Souls
To Love and Serve Book 1
By Alison Mello

Military Romance

I left home a proud, strong woman, determined and eager to support my
country. But I came back a completely different person. 

I’m wounded, scarred, and nothing more than an empty shell. I’ve lost
my ability to open up to those closest to me. Why? Because no one
understands. No one knows the hell I’ve been through.

Every time I close my eyes the nightmares are there, waiting, lurking in
the shadows, ready to torment me further. My only escape is the sting
of alcohol, the burn that numbs my pain. Everyone sees it as a
weakness, calls it a coping mechanism. I call it survival.

I’m a lost cause…until I meet him—a Boston cop with demons of his
own, who knows what it’s like to be haunted by his past. He
understands my pain, knows all about the nightmares, and makes me
feel less…alone.

But we are both broken, tainted by our pasts. How can we heal each other
when we’re both shattered souls?

Alison has been writing for over a year now. Her debut book Finding Love
(October 2015) was published by Siren Publishing. Her following books
Needing Your Love (November 2015), Found My Love (December 2015), and
Fighting for Love (January 2016) were also published with Siren to
finish the Learning to Love series.

Her desire to see her books on shelves led to her next work Chasing
Dreams (April 2015) She submitted it for publication with Limitless
Publishing and was thrilled that it was quickly accepted. Excited to
reach that goal, she moved on to the next series she had in mind and
wrote Saved By a Soldier (June 2016), My Broken Soldier (July 2016),
Forever My Soldier (August 2016), and A Soldier for Bella (September 2016).

Alison enjoyed reading as a child and found her passion for it again in 2011
when E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey was released. Her love of
reading was re-ignited and she continued reading other books in the
same genre. In the summer of 2015, she decided to give writing a try
and two weeks later Finding Love was born. As soon as she finished
the first book, she began writing the second book in the series. Her
third book was finished by the time Finding Love had been accepted
for publication. Alison discovered she has a passion for writing and
has spent the last year meeting new readers and sharing the love she
has for writing. 

Married to her own real life hero, Alison lives with her amazing family in
Massachusetts where she was born and raised. She loves having her own
personal inspiration right at home and when she’s not writing she
enjoys playing soccer, basketball, and football with her son.

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The Chindi Series by Brandy Nacole - Book Tour + Giveaway

Deep in the Hollow
The Chindi Series Book 1
by Brandy Nacole
Paranormal Suspense

316 pages

Let me share some wisdom with you. There is evil in this world we cannot
see, not because it is hidden from us, but because our minds refuse
to accept its existence. But once we are able to get past what
everyone says should not be, it becomes our responsibility to stop
the evil we now see.

This insight wasn’t given to me until a year after I lost the most
important person in my life: Bryce Rowan. Now, after another death at
the same spot where he died—the overlook, where the mysterious
lights dance amongst the trees—I begin to wonder if they were
accidents after all. 

Lucky for me, I’m not the only curious one in town. Cooper, a ghost
hunter (aka chaser), and his sister Jada have moved to town and are
starting to ask questions. 

But the more we find out about this town and the people who live here,
people who I have known my whole life, the more I begin to think
there are those who would rather keep the evil secret, even if it
means we will never be safe, and that more will die. 

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July 11, 1972  
Once again I’ve fallen prey to MaryAnn’s pleading, and I follow her out the window, my stomach churning with dread, a contrast to her excitement. I don’t know why I let her talk me into these things. She’s always getting us into trouble, has been since we were little. Yet, here I am, still following her after seven years of mistake after mistake. There’s something about her I can’t say no to. I’ve always thought of her as my sister, not my cousin, and considering we were born only two days apart, we are more like sisters—look like it too. But still, even sisters tell each other no every once in a while. Not me. This time though, I should have.

Our tiny flashlights give off little light in the dark forest, mine unsteady as it shakes in my hand. Thorns scrape at my skin and I look back, hoping to see a light in the cabin on and my grandfather coming out to see where us girls have run off to. No such luck. The small, two-bedroom cedar cabin is dark, its frame nothing but an outline against the trees around it.

I think we should go back,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

Will you quit whining, Ester? This is no different than walking through the woods during the daylight.”

I beg to differ. During the day, the green leaves look welcoming, not over-powering and creepy like now. I don’t feel trapped and afraid when walking these familiar woods when the sun is shining bright, but now I do.

But, MaryAnn, grandpa said—”

He was just trying to scare you,” she hisses, as she shines her light on a raccoon scavenging for food. It rushes off to hide from what he perceives as danger and we continue on through the thicket.

No matter what MaryAnn says, I know she’s wrong. I saw the fear in our grandfather’s eyes as he told us the story of the thing that haunts these woods. MaryAnn had been enthralled as she sat by the fire, her eyes bright, her body unmoving as she absorbed every word. I had been terrified. Our grandfather has never been a skeptical man, always saying rumors and legends are nonsense. “What you don’t see with your eyes, don’t witness with your mouth.” So to see the fear in his eyes as he witnessed the story he told us tonight is enough to convince me he was telling the truth, and not just some tale to scare his grandchildren.

An owl hoots overhead and a chill slowly creeps up my back, making me shiver.

I think we should wait. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

MaryAnn ignores my pleas, knowing I won’t go back alone.

The leaves rustle as a slight wind picks up. I can no longer see the outline of the cabin. I don’t know if it’s from my fear, but our lights seem to grow dimmer, making the darkness feel as if it is weighing down on us.

A small clearing comes into view, with timber laying hazardously along the ground.   

We are almost there,” MaryAnn whispers. “This is where grandpa and his workers have been logging close to the overlook.”

Good. Once we reach the overlook and she sees it is the same during the night as it is during the day, we can go back to the safety of the cabin. I can already feel the relief of being back under my blankets, eagerly waiting for morning, with the fresh smell of biscuits baking in the oven and bacon frying in the pan filling the air.


What was that?” I ask, panicked, and spin around in a circle, my flashlight shaking with more force.

Ester, please stop this nonsense. I’m sure it was nothing.”

Once on the other side of the clearing, we start the mile hike up the incline and once again I wish we had stuck to the main road instead of taking the shorter path through the woods. The ground is slick from the rain we had yesterday, and with every step I take, I lose two as I slide back down.

MaryAnn grabs my hand, steadying me, as we both use our weight to climb the impossible hill.


Did you hear that?” she asks, her voice a bit higher than before.

I close my eyes, my stomach tensing. She better not be playing any games with me. I will rat her out in a heartbeat if she is.

Yes. What do you think it is?”

Before she can answer, a strange mist builds in front of us. I examine it closely and point it out to MaryAnn, but before it takes on a shape, it’s gone.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. 

A strong wind spins around us, and not caring about what MaryAnn thinks, I let go of her hand and tumble back down the hill, scared for my life. My feet are unsteady as the land levels out again and I fall over a log. Seconds later, MaryAnn lands on top of me.

Come on!” she screams, terror in her voice. “We have to get back to the cabin.”

What did you see?” I demand, as I race after her, dodging fallen limbs. But she doesn’t answer. She keeps running, looking back to make sure that I am close behind her.

A strong force comes from behind me and I’m shoved into MaryAnn’s back, making us both lose our footing.


Tears pour down my face as we scramble to our feet, our flashlights lost in the darkness. We try our hardest to run through the darkness with no light to guide our way. MaryAnn grabs my hand, our sweaty fingers clinging as tightly as they can while we try to make out where we are.

When MaryAnn screams, her body jerked away from me, I feel as if I can’t breathe. Something is trying to take her from me. My grip on her hand tightens, my small twelve year old frame pulling as hard as possible against whatever is trying to tug her away.

A movement behind her catches my eye as we struggle, but I can’t make out who or what it is. It’s shrouded in a black cloak, practically invisible under the blanket of night. I do make out the grey mist behind it, as if it’s drifting and waiting for its prey.

My heart thrums, feeling as if it’s trying to escape out of my chest, and my throat grows tight as I choke on my tears. MaryAnn screams, begging me not to let go of her, as our fingers begin to slip.
Why can no one hear us? We have to be close to the cabin.

A sharp pain explodes in the back of my head, and I pitch forward, disoriented. My legs slip out from beneath me, and I can feel myself losing consciousness. MaryAnn’s fingers slip out of mine as I land against the damp leaves on the ground. The last thing I hear is her pleading for me to save her. 

Buried in the Bayou
The Chindi Series Book 2

280 pages

Our lifestyle, son, doesn’t have room for happily ever after. 

I know this. My dad drilled it into my head so many times, I used to
chant it in my sleep. Then came Jo. She made it impossible to
remember the danger of teaching an outsider our secrets. After
helping her find peace, I left to keep her safe.

Jada and I hit the road to continue our family duty of slaying evil
spirits. With another closed case behind us, we head to the Louisiana
Bayou to solve a murder and find a missing hunter. But as we dig
through the town’s history, we begin to discover this is not a
simple haunting. A darker evil is feeding the spirits.

As the danger begins to mount, Jo appears in my life again. As much as I
want to be with Jo, I must do everything I can to keep her safe. I
have to push her away. Before it’s too late.

Gemini Brandy Nacole is a writer of urban fantasy and paranormal books
published by Ponahakeola Press. A reader from a young age, Brandy has
always loved folklore and stories of beings that go bump in the night.

Whenever she’s not reading or writing, Brandy is spending time with her
family and friends, throwing around crazy ideas, teaching, and
singing like a rock star at a concert for no one else but herself.
She loves plants, but unfortunately is a killer of anything that
requires water but can’t voice (scream) their needs.

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Wading Through Shallow Water by Toni Morrow Wyatt - Book Tour + Giveaway

Wading Through Shallow Water
by Toni Morrow Wyatt

Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Bookstore owner, Dee Dee Montgomery, was born with a gift. Not only does she
possess magical powers, she is able to tell the history of an object
by touching it. Fiercely independent, the last thing Dee Dee is
looking for is love.

When author, Alex Winter, loses his wife to cancer shortly after the birth
of their son, writing becomes his therapy. His book, Moving Past the
Hurt, spurs a book signing tour, which leads him to Dee Dee's

Just when Dee Dee's world is about to turn into a fairy tale, a tragic
accident rips it all away.

Kate Waterhouse, Alex's ex-sister-in-law, pops into town as things are
falling apart, bringing her handsome, arrogant brother, Blake.

Determined to claim what she believes is rightfully hers, Kate must locate her
family's Book of Shadows. As Kate's evil plot unfolds, leaving lives
on the line, Dee Dee must face the Waterhouse siblings or risk losing
everyone she loves.

Alex Winter buttered toast while his son Billy sang him a song about bugs. 
A consistent morning routine saved a lot of trouble. Mary would have been proud of them, 
or so he liked to think. The hole she had left in their lives could never be filled, but they did 
the best they could. She had been gone for five years. During the first three, there were times 
Alex didn’t know how they would ever get past the pain. He found writing about his 
xperiences as a widowed father helped more than therapy ever could.
Recently, he had been getting letters from the readers of his book. Some were from women 
looking for something he wasn’t ready to give. Others were from single parents in the same 
situation. The latter meant more to him than he had ever thought possible. Going on his 
upcoming book tour would test everything he had written. He had one local book signing on 
Wednesday, his first, and then he was scheduled for Houston. If all went well, he would 
travel the country. The decision to take Billy had been a no brainer. However, the logistics 
of taking him were a bit more complicated than he had envisioned.
After Mary died, he had gathered the names of nannies from his friends with children. 
He had spent months interviewing candidates within an inch of their lives, leaving nothing 
unasked. Finally, he had settled on an older woman named Ada Nelson. Mrs. Nelson was also 
widowed, and her children were grown. Each had moved off with their families to various 
parts of the country. She saw them around the holidays, but not much more. Her credentials 
were impeccable. She had accepted the position with only one request—Fluffy, her cat, 
must come along. She had moved into a spare bedroom, and soon, she and Fluffy had 
become happy members of the Winter family. The way she ran the household and took care 
of Billy was nothing less than magical in Alex’s opinion. He hadn’t dreamed he would 
find such a perfect match.
“Why does the toast always have black on it?” Billy asked, turning up his nose.
“Because Daddy doesn’t know how to operate a toaster.”
“Why not?”
“That’s a good question. Would you like some cereal?”
“Yes, please. Daddy, are you going to have some cereal?”
“Not this morning. I need to finish some last minute things. Guess what we’re going to do this 
week?” Alex asked as he put a bowl of cereal filled with too much milk in front of his son.
“We’re going to go shopping for new clothes and new shoes for our trip.”
“Where are we going again?” Billy asked, milk ran down his chin and dripped onto his pajama 
“We’re going to a big city called Houston. Do you remember me showing it to you on the 
Billy nodded, crunching and trying to swallow.
Both turned as Mrs. Nelson came in the back door carrying two sacks of groceries. Alex took 
them from her and set them on the island.
“It’s a beautiful morning out there, boys,” she said, putting her handbag on the counter. 
She began putting away the shopping and pulled a newspaper out of one of the bags.
“Did you remember to get some chocolate milk?” Billy asked.
“Of course, how could I forget? We put it number one on the list. Would you like me to pour 
you some?”
“Yes, please. Can I play with Fluffy after breakfast?”
“Not today. She’s at the beauty parlor getting her fur done for our big trip next week.”
She set the frothy milk next to Billy’s cereal bowl.
“She is?”
“Sure. She takes great pride in her fur. That’s why I named her Fluffy.”
Billy giggled.
“Are you finished with your cereal?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Finish your chocolate milk, hop on down, and go wash up. I’ll set out your clothes. 
Don’t forget to brush your teeth. I think today would be a good day to go to the park.”
“Yippee,” he yelled, running down the hall toward the bathroom.
She smiled at Alex. “He’s a good boy.”
“He’s great. I can’t imagine my life without him.” He took some canned goods out of a sack 
and put them on a high shelf.
“I thought maybe you would need some alone time so you can get things done for your book 
signing and our trip. After the park, I thought I’d take Billy with me to pick up Fluffy from
 her day at the spa.”
“I do have some loose ends to tie up before we leave. Thanks, Ada. If you need me for any
 reason, you can reach me on my cell phone. I need to run some errands, go to the bank, 
and drop some stuff off at the post office, but it shouldn’t take long. I’ll be here most of the 
He picked up the newspaper and took his coffee into his home office.
Once he was out of sight, Mrs. Nelson pointed at a sponge next to the sink. Soaring through
the air, it landed on the island. The cereal bowl and empty glass of milk rose and floated to 
the sink as the sponge wiped the area clean. With one swoop of her arm, the rest of 
the groceries found their proper homes, and the kitchen was as tidy as she had left it before 
leaving that morning.
Sitting at his desk, Alex flipped through the pages of the newspaper. He stopped when he 
came  to an advertisement for his upcoming book signing.
Come meet Alex Winter, author of ‘Moving Past the Hurt,’ this Wednesday at Montgomery’s 
Bookstore in downtown San Antonio, just one block from the Alamo.
He picked up a pen and drew a circle around the ad. On his desk calendar, he made a notation 
for the next day: Drive into San Antonio and check out Montgomery’s Bookstore.

Toni Morrow Wyatt grew up in a small town in Illinois. Her love of reading
and writing was the greatest gift her mother gave her. In later
years, she opened her own independent book business named, Kindred
Books. In 2006, she folded the business and moved to the San
Antonio/Boerne, Texas area, where she lived for three years. Her
newest novel, Wading Through Shallow Water is set there. 

Her flash fiction piece, “A Knock of Chance” was published in From
the Depths literary journal in 2012. Her first novel, Return to Rocky
Gap quickly followed. Her award winning short story, Spuds Dawson Has
His Day was published in the Belle Reve Literary Journal. Her young
adult suspense/mystery, A Killing Among Friends, was released in
2015. You can also find it in Twisted: A Thriller Collection. Last
year, she released A Walk Between the Winds, which was co-authored
with her mother, Margaret Chism Morrow. 

When not writing, she devotes her time to her family, reading as much as she
possibly can, and research. She currently lives in North Carolina
with her husband and two sons. 

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