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Review | THE LAST BREATH by Kimberly Belle

 CMash  August 15, 2018  1 Comment on Review | THE LAST BREATH by Kimberly Belle

THE LAST BREATH by Kimberly Belle
Genre: Mystery/Suspense
Published by Mira
Publication Date: July 30, 2015
ISBN-10: 0778317838
ISBN-13: 978-0778317838
Pages: 400
Review Copy From: Publisher
Edition: TPB
My Rating: 5

Synopsis via GR

One woman will stop at nothing to discover the devastating truth about her family…

Chasing disasters around the globe keeps humanitarian aid worker Gia Andrews away from her own ground zero. Now, after sixteen years in jail for the murder of her stepmother in small-town Tennessee, Gia’s father has come home to die of cancer. And she’s responsible for his care.

Resuming the role of daughter to the town’s most infamous murderer means confronting the past she’s spent over a decade avoiding. But in the end, the truth about what really happened may have deadlier consequences than she could have ever anticipated…

My Thoughts

Within the last couple of months, I read THE MARRIAGE LIE and THREE DAYS MISSING by Kimberly Belle and enjoyed both of them immensely. To my surprise and excitement, I was going through one of my TBR bookcases and found THE LAST BREATH.

Gia has returned, after being away for 16 years to be with her father in his final days. She and her siblings have not seen him since the day he was sent to prison for the murder of his wife, their stepmom. I don’t want to give anything else away.

This book was excellent! The writing and suspense brilliant! From page one to the last word, there were so many twists and turns that my head was spinning. I read this book within 24 hours because I could not put it down wanting to know how it was going to conclude.

A read that will leave you breathless with the heart-stopping intrigue. Thrilling and spellbinding!

Ms. Belle was already on my “authors to read” list after the first 2 books I read but this book has moved her to the top!

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    THE CHAIRMAN’S TOYS by Graham Reed (Review & Giveaway)

     CMash  August 9, 2018  Leave a Comment on THE CHAIRMAN’S TOYS by Graham Reed (Review & Giveaway)

    THE CHAIRMAN’S TOYS by Graham Reed
    Genre: Crime Fiction, Mystery, Humor
    Published by: Poisoned Pen Press
    Publication Date: July 3, 2018
    Number of Pages: 238
    ISBN: 1464210055
    ISBN13: 9781464210051
    Review Copy from: Author
    Edition: Kindle
    My Rating: 4

    Synopsis (via GR)

    Vancouver, British Columbia – land of psychotically expensive real estate, high-grade cannabis, and Jake Constable. A man adrift.

    After Jake quits the drug business, his realtor/ex-wife, Nina, gets him a job as a house sitter for her wealthy clients. Jake celebrates by throwing a party in the mansion he was hired to look after. Unfortunately, the guest list gets out of hand, leaving Jake to contend with a hallucinogenic-vitamin-dispensing yogi, a dead guy in the bathroom, and The Norwegian – a criminal force of nature with a grudge against Jake.

    When the owner of the multimillion-dollar crime scene returns home prematurely, only Jake’s inadvertent discovery of the man’s politically incorrect business history saves him from having to clean up after the party. But he still has to come clean with his ex-wife. The situation threatens to turn into an international incident when Nina’s power broker uncle and some Chinese government agents show up to turn the screws on Jake. Soon after that his friends start disappearing. With the Chinese government leaning on him and The Norwegian out to settle an old score, Jake comes up with a desperate plan to dupe a pair of secret agents, save his friends, and (why not?) solve the murder.

    Editorial Reviews:
    “…takes the reader on a fast, furious, and often hilarious tour. Watching him zigzag through the twisting plot is pure pleasure.” – Publisher’s Weekly

    “Reed’s lively mystery debut may be overloaded with colorful characters and tricky subplots, but too much of a good thing is still a good thing.” – Kirkus Reviews

    “…definitely belongs on your short list of amiable stoner sleuths, along with Bart Schneider’s Augie Boyer and Hal Ackerman’s Harry Stein. The dark-comedy aspect of this debut will also appeal to fans of Chris Knopf, David Freed, and Tim Cockey.” – Booklist

    My Thoughts

    After reading the synopsis and editorial reviews, this book piqued my curiosity, and am so glad it did!

    Jake Constable, former drug dealer and now house sitter to the rich, makes an unfortunate decision. He decides to throw a large party at the house he is tending to. What could go wrong? A bit of a mess? No problem, his friends Richard and Dante have a custodial cleaning business. Until Richard, who is at the party, texts him that “there’s a dead guy in the bathroom :(“. And no one knows who he is.

    As Jake, Dante and Richard try to figure this mess out, Dante and Richard are kidnapped. And Jake finds himself involved with both some very unsavory men and government representatives of China.

    Along with humor, the suspense of this debut novel was exciting to the very end. The cast of characters outlandish and sometimes comical. Impressive writing and storyline. I will be looking for more work by this author.

    This indeed was an entertaining read!

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    Review | ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS by Elizabeth Klehfoth

     CMash  August 2, 2018  Leave a Comment on Review | ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS by Elizabeth Klehfoth

    ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS by Elizabeth Klehfoth
    Genre: Thriller/Suspense
    Published by William Morrow
    Publication Date: July 10, 2018
    ISBN-10: 0062796704
    ISBN-13: 978-0062796707
    Pages: 448
    Review Copy From: Won from GR
    Edition: HC
    My Rating: 5

    Synopsis (via GR)

    In the last day of summer, Grace Fairchild, the beautiful young wife of real estate mogul Allister Calloway, vanished from the family’s lake house without a trace, leaving behind her seven-year old daughter, Charlie, and a slew of unanswered questions.

    Years later, seventeen-year-old Charlie still struggles with the dark legacy of her family name and the mystery surrounding her mother. Determined to finally let go of the past, she throws herself into life at Knollwood, the prestigious New England school she attends. Charlie quickly becomes friends with Knollwood’s “it” crowd.

    Charlie has also been tapped by the A’s—the school’s elite secret society well known for terrorizing the faculty, administration, and their enemies. To become a member of the A’s, Charlie must play The Game, a semester-long, diabolical high-stakes scavenger hunt that will jeopardize her friendships, her reputation, even her place at Knollwood.

    As the dark events of past and present converge, Charlie begins to fear that she may not survive the terrible truth about her family, her school, and her own life.

    My Thoughts

    WOW! This was an outstanding debut novel!

    This is going to be a very vague review as I don’t want to give even the least bit away. The kind of read that allows the reader to be transported into the story as if a bystander. The writing superb. Beyond engrossing!

    I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough to read if Charlie’s mother truly abandoned her family or was she murdered as the maternal members of the family believed. And what about the Knollwood myth that there was a ghost on campus that belonged to an alumni, also a member of the elite group? How was it all connected?

    I will say something about the title. While reading, I was wondering what the title had to do with this story. Who were “the strangers”? And then I read the following, where Charlie is talking about her mother, which I believe is so true:

    Before I even existed, she had been many different things to many different people.

    ……no one can really understand the whole of a person. In many ways, my mother, my father-the people I was closest to, the people who meant the most to me—were strangers. Beautiful strangers.

    Putting this author on my radar! A high voltage read!!

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    THE CONSULTANT by Tj O’Connor (Review, Showcase & Giveaway)

     CMash  July 31, 2018  Leave a Comment on THE CONSULTANT by Tj O’Connor (Review, Showcase & Giveaway)

    The Consultant

    by Tj O’Connor

    July 1-31, 2018 Tour

    Synopsis:

    The Consultant by Tj O'Connor

    Terrorism hits Main Street America

    When a rogue CIA consultant goes AWOL from his Middle Eastern post in response to his brother’s plea for help, he arrives just in time to witness his brother’s murder. For years, Jonathan Hunter and his brother Kevin Mallory had not spoken―until Kevin’s final words, “… Khalifah … Not Them … Maya.”

    Pursuing his brother’s killer, Hunter stumbles into a nest of horrifying terrorist activity by Middle Eastern refugees, which sparks a backlash across America. In the shadows, Hunter’s mentor, the omnipotent Oscar LaRue, is playing a dangerous game with Russian Intelligence. Neither Hunter nor LaRue realizes that a new threat―the Iranian threat―has entered the game. Stakes rise as two shadowy players are one step ahead of Hunter and LaRue―Khalifah, a terrorist mastermind, and Caine, a nomadic assassin who dances with the highest bidder.

    As attacks escalate and the country drifts toward another Middle East conflict, innocent refugees become trapped between the terrorists and the terrorized. Prejudice, hate, and fear vent everywhere. Is this who we’ve become? Before the country explodes, Hunter must find Khalifah, learn the next terror target, and pray he’s in time to stop further annihilation.

     

    MY THOUGHTS/REVIEW

    5 stars

    I usually don’t read espionage with foreign factions’ thrillers but there was something about the synopsis, along with the author’s bio, that intrigued me. Let me tell you, I’m so glad it did! This book scared me, in the way that this could happen in reality.

    Jon Hunter Malloy, a U.S. government consultant of international security, receives a letter from his brother, a Virginia BCI officer, who he has not seen or talked to in 18 years, begging him to meet him. However, when he arrives on U.S. soil and is approaching their prearranged meeting location, he is too late. Kevin, his brother, has been shot and is close to death. But he has a message for Jon. Not fully understanding his brother’s last words, all Jon wants is to find out who murdered his brother. But after the local police and FBI arrive on the scene, there is definitely more to this situation. And thus starts the page turning at warp speed.

    Terrorism has hit the U.S. But who is behind it?

    The story takes place over 7days, and the action is ramped up with every page.

    The characters had me guessing as to who was on the right side of the law and who wasn’t. Agents and double agents.

    Without wanting to give even a little bit away, I will say this book held me captive with a nervous anxiety because I realized that this could actually happen. It was also frightening to think of how little we know of our government and the workings of it, in which Tj O’Connor gives us a peek.

    Palpable non stop action that culminates in an explosive ending!! An exceptional and thrilling read! I promise you, you won’t be able to put it down!

    I can’t wait for the next book! I highly suggest you pick this book up!

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    Editorial Reviews:

    “Tj O’Connor is that rare thriller writer with both talent and street time in the worlds he rockets us readers through. O’Connor’s stories will pull you in and race you through plots that come from behind the headlines in our crazy world.” ―James Grady, New York Times best-selling author of Last Days of the Condor

    “The Consultant is a flat out, dynamite read. Fast paced, compelling, and all too real. O’Connor writes with authority and the pages fly by almost too quickly. My favorite kind of thriller, reminiscent of the best Ludlum and Forsyth.” ―Christopher Reich, New York Times best-selling author of Invasion of Privacy

    “Thriller fans who value fast-paced action…will be satisfied.”―Publishers Weekly

    “Hop on O’Connor’s back and enjoy this ride. Helluva fun tale full of action, layers, deceptions, twists, and surprises. Well worth finding this one, folks. Put the publication date on your calendar. It rocks.”―Men Reading Books

    Book Details:

    Genre: Thriller
    Published by: Oceanview Publishing
    Publication Date: May 15th 2018
    Number of Pages: 432
    ISBN: 1608092836 (ISBN13: 9781608092833)
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    CHAPTER 1

    Day 1: May 15, 2130 Hours, Daylight Saving Time
    East Bank of the Shenandoah River, Clarke County, Virginia

    The gunshots took me by surprise and, without luck, might have killed me. The first shot splayed a spiderweb across my windshield before it whistled past my head, peppering glass needles into my face. The second smashed my driver’s-side mirror. An amateur might have panic-braked and skidded to a stop—a fatal mistake. The shooter hesitated, anticipating that decision, and readied for my failure.
    Training. Muscle memory. Response.

    I gunned the engine, wrenched the car to the left to put more steel between me and the shooter, and sped forward, looking for cover.
    My headlights exploded and flashed dark. Bullets breached the windshield. The rearview mirror and rear window were gone. Had I not flinched, one shot would have found my right eye but shredded my headrest instead.

    I careened to a stop at the bottom of the boat launch— vulnerable. The shooter was ahead in the darkness, likely maneuvering for another shot. A closer shot. The kill shot. He’d be closing the distance and finding a new advantage.

    Luck had its limits, so I dove from the car and rolled to cover behind it. I fought to control the adrenaline and bridle my thoughts.

    Easy, Hunter, steady. Listen—watch—survive.

    I stayed low and crept along the side of the car, looking for better cover. Spring rain made the darkness murky and dense. The Shenandoah River was to my left some fifty feet. A blind guess. Overhead, two dark spans of the Route 7 bridge blocked what little light there was but provided some cover from the rain. The six substructure supports in front of me might afford me cover. They also afforded the shooter cover. He was hidden and waiting. Still, Kevin Mallory was nowhere to be seen. Under normal conditions—and normal is relative with me—I might have judged the shots’ origins. Driving headlong into an ambush on terrain I’d long ago forgotten, in darkness and rain, I was all but defeated.

    Silence.

    Easy, Hunter, easy. Count your breaths. One, two, three.

    Out there, somewhere, someone wanted me dead.

    Worse. I was unarmed and alone.

    Jesus. Where was Kevin?

    The boat launch was just a small gravel lot tucked beneath the expanse of the Route 7 Bridge across the Shenandoah. At night it should have been empty. It was nearing ten p.m. and I hadn’t expected to find anyone but Kevin. Yet, while we’d been estranged for years, under bad circumstances, I doubted he was hunting me.

    Although, I do tend to bring out the worst in people.

    Ahead, perhaps seventy-five feet, a dark four-door SUV faced an old pickup. The vehicles were nose to nose like two dogs sniffing each other.

    No movement. No sound.

    One, two, three. I ran to the nearest bridge support, stopped, listened, and bolted to the rear of the SUV.

    Silence. Safety. But something else—a dangerous odor. The pungent scent of gasoline. A lot of gasoline.

    I got down on one knee and looked around. The dome light was on and the driver’s door was ajar. Something lay on the ground near the left front fender. A large, bulky something that washed an angry tide of flashbacks over me.

    I’d seen silhouettes like that before.

    A body.

    Bodies look the same in any country, under any dark sky. It didn’t matter if it were the rocky Afghan terrain or along a quiet country river. Their lifeless, empty shells were all hopeless. All forsaken. All discards of violence. The silhouette three yards away was no different. Except this wasn’t Afghanistan or Iraq. It was home.

    I made ready.

    No muzzle flash. No assassin’s bullet. I crept to the SUV’s rear tire, crouched low, and slithered to the front fender.

    The body was a man. He lay three feet in front of the fender and precariously vulnerable beneath the spell of the SUV’s dome light. He was tall and bulky. Not fat, but strong and muscled.

    No. No. God, no!

    After fifteen years of silence and thousands of miles, I knew the body—the man. His hair had grayed and his face was creased with age and strain. The years had been hard on him. Years he was here while I was forever there. Always elsewhere. He’d built a life from our loss while I’d escaped—run away. He once warned me that my life’s choice would leave me as I found him now, alone and dead. The irony churned bile inside me.

    Kevin Mallory.

    “Kevin,” I blurted without thinking. “Kevin, it’s me. It’s Jon.”

    My mouth was a desert and the familiar brew of adrenaline and danger coursed through me. In one quick move, I leaped from the SUV’s shadow, grabbed his shoulders, and tried to drag him back to safety.

    No sooner had I reached him when a figure charged from the darkness toward us. His arm leveled—one, two, three shots on the run—all hitting earth nearby. I threw myself over Kevin. Another shot sent stone fragments into my cheeks and neck. The figure reached the rear of the pickup, tossed something in the bed, fired another wild shot, and retreated at a dead run.

    Lightning. A brilliant flash of light, a violent percussion, then a whoosh of fire erupted from the pickup. The flames belched up and over the side panels. They spat light and heat. The truck swelled into an inferno.

    The heat singed my face. I gripped Kevin’s shoulders and dragged him the remaining feet behind the SUV. He was limp and heavy. The raging fire bathed us in light, and I finally saw him clearly. His eyes were dull and vacant. His face pale—a death mask. If life was inside, it was hidden well.

    The truck was engulfed in flames, and the heat was tremendous. It reached us and felt oddly comforting amidst the spring dampness and dark.

    “Kevin, hold on. Hold on.” I looked for an escape.

    I saw the next shot before I heard it—a flash of light where none should be—uphill near River Road. Seasoned instincts threw me atop Kevin again. Glass crackled overhead and rained down. I grabbed for the familiar weight behind my back, but my fingers closed on nothing.

    Dammit.

    I hastily searched him. No weapon. All I found was an empty holster where his handgun should have been. Where was it? In a desperate move, I rolled off and snaked forward beneath the truck’s firelight and groped around where he’d been. It took several long, vulnerable seconds. I dared not breathe or even look for the shooter, fearing I’d see the shot that would end me. Finally, my fingers closed on a wet, gritty semiautomatic.

    As I retreated to the SUV, something moved in the darkness. I pivoted and fired two rapid shots, spacing them three feet apart.

    Response. A shot dug into the gravel inches away to my left.

    Rule one of mortal combat—incoming fire has the right of way.

    Retreat. The flash was a hundred feet away. The shooter had withdrawn and angled south down River Road.

    Should I take him? Could I?

    One, two, three. Reason, Hunter, reason.

    The shooter had fired at least fifteen rounds. Fourteen at me and at least one into Kevin. Had Kevin returned fire? How many rounds did his semiautomatic have left? I was on turf all but forgotten, armed with a handgun that was perhaps near-empty. The shooter must have a high-capacity magazine with plenty of ammo to cut me to pieces. He’d already proven willing and capable of killing. He knew my location. I knew nothing.

    Revenge would wait.

    I sat back against the SUV’s tire and pulled Kevin close, keeping one arm around him and the other holding the handgun ready. The truck fire raged but was easing. The gasoline that had been splashed over it was consumed and only the paint and rubber were burning.

    Soon, though, the fire might breach the gas tank.

    I pulled Kevin close and braced myself.

    “Kevin, wake up. It’s me—Jon. I’m here.”

    “Jon?” His eyes fluttered and half-opened. “I . . . so sorry . . . Khalifah . . . he’s . . . find G. Find G . . .” He gasped for breath. “Khalifah . . . G . . . Baltimore . . . it’s not them. Khalifah . . . so sorry . . .”

    “Sorry for what? Who’s Khalifah? Did he shoot you?”

    “Tomorrow . . . not them. G . . . Khalifah is . . .” His body went limp.

    I shook him easily. “Kevin, I don’t understand. Tell me again.”

    “Find G . . .” His eyes fluttered again, and he clutched my arm with limp, sleepy fingers. “Find . . . Hunter . . .”

    “Tell me who did this.”

    “G . . . Jon . . . tell no one. Maya . . . Maya . . . Maya in Baltimore . . .” He fumbled with something from his pants pocket. He gasped for breath and pressed that something into my hand. “So sorry . . .”

    I opened my hand. He’d given me a small, ripped piece of heavy folded paper with handwriting scrawled on it. I couldn’t make out the writing and stuffed it into my pocket. “Kevin, what are you saying? Hold on. Dammit, hold on.”

    “Go . . . please . . . not them . . . it’s not . . .” He tried to breathe but mustered only a raspy gag.

    “Kevin!”

    Silence.

    His body shuddered. A long, shallow sigh.

    No. No. No . . .

    My fingers found warm, sticky ooze soaking his shirt. The rain had slowed to a faint mist and, except for the river’s passing and the grumble of fire, there was only silence. Then, somewhere along the highway miles in the distance, sirens wailed.

    “Hold on, Kevin. They’re coming. My God, hold on.”

    I checked his pulse and wounds. Both were draining away life.

    I pressed my hands into the ooze but couldn’t force its retreat. For a few seconds, I was fourteen again. The dull sickness invaded me as my parents were lowered side by side into the earth. The ache started in my gut and swelled until I spat bile and rage.

    It was happening again.

    The man who raised me—the man I’d abandoned—slipped away. The emptiness and loss attacked. I had to fight or it would destroy me again. This time, there was nowhere to run.

    I closed my eyes and willed the anger in, commanding it to take hold and fill me.

    I remember, Kevin. I made you a promise. I’m late, but I’m here.

    He was limp, and I clutched him. A rush of words filled me that I’d wanted to say for so many years. But before I could speak just one, my brother was gone.
    ***

    Excerpt from The Consultant by Tj O’Connor. Copyright © 2018 by Tj O’Connor. Reproduced with permission from Tj O’Connor. All rights reserved.

     

    Author Bio:

    Tj O'Connor

    Tj O’Connor is the author of The Consultant, the first of The Jonathan Hunter Thriller series and four paranormal mysteries.

    Tj is an international security consultant specializing in anti-terrorism, investigations, and threat analysis—life experiences that drive his novels. With his former life as a government agent and years as a consultant, he has lived and worked around the world in places like Greece, Turkey, Italy, Germany, the United Kingdom, and throughout the Americas—among others. He was raised in New York’s Hudson Valley and lives with his wife and Labrador companions in Virginia where they raised five children.

    Dying to Know, Tj’s first published novel, won the 2015 Gold Medal from the Independent Publishers Book Awards (IPPY) for mysteries and was a Finalist for both a 2015 Silver Falchion Award and the 2014 Foreword Reviews’ INDIEFAB Mystery Book of the Year.

     

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    Review | BABY TEETH by Zoje Stage

     CMash  July 24, 2018  1 Comment on Review | BABY TEETH by Zoje Stage

    BABY TEETH by Zoje Stage
    Genre: Horror
    Published by St. Martin’s Press
    Publication Date: July 17, 2018
    ISBN-10: 1250170753
    ISBN-13: 978-1250170750
    Pages: 320
    Review Copy From: Won from The Book Diva’s Reads
    Edition: ARC
    My Rating: 4

    Synopsis (via GR)

    Sweetness can be deceptive.

    Meet Hanna.

    She’s the sweet-but-silent angel in the adoring eyes of her Daddy. He’s the only person who understands her, and all Hanna wants is to live happily ever after with him. But Mommy stands in her way, and she’ll try any trick she can think of to get rid of her. Ideally for good.

    Meet Suzette.

    She loves her daughter, really, but after years of expulsions and strained home schooling, her precarious health and sanity are weakening day by day. As Hanna’s tricks become increasingly sophisticated, and Suzette’s husband remains blind to the failing family dynamics, Suzette starts to fear that there’s something seriously wrong, and that maybe home isn’t the best place for their baby girl after all.

    My Thoughts

    An intense, and at times, disturbing story of a family dealing with a child’s challenges.

    Alex and Suzette had the perfect marriage. Suzette had a troubling childhood dealing with a severe case of Crohn’s disease resulting in multiple surgeries and resulting with some deformities and a mother who wasn’t attentive. Alex never made Suzette feel uncomfortable with her condition and was very supportive.

    They had a beautiful little girl, Hanna. However, as time went by, they noticed her inability to speak. Many doctors and tests later, still no answer as to why. Then things got worse. Hanna, now age 7, has been expelled from multiple schools due to her disruptive behavior, so Suzette has no choice but to homeschool. But things begin to get even worse. Hanna has become very manipulative and violent. But only against her mother.

    The story alternates between the POVs of Suzette and Hanna.

    A chilling read! At times unnerving and difficult to read but needed to, to see how it all ends. The ending left this reader hoping there will be a sequel.

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    SELECTED by J. Allen Wolfrum (Review & Giveaway)

     CMash  July 17, 2018  Leave a Comment on SELECTED by J. Allen Wolfrum (Review & Giveaway)

    SELECTED by J. Allen Wolfrum
    Genre: Political Thriller
    Published by Indie
    Publication Date: Dec. 8, 2017
    ISBN13: 9781981498970
    ISBN: 1981498974
    Pages: 326
    Review Copy From: Author
    Edition: TPB
    My Rating: 5 stars

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    Synopsis (via GR)

    Former Army helicopter pilot, Susan Turner is Selected as the next President of the United States. In order to avoid a nuclear war, she must overcome personal demons and learn to navigate the murky waters of international diplomacy.

    Five years ago, the Dove Revolution changed the political structure of the United States. The President, Senate, and Congress are no longer elected by the public, they are Selected at random every two years.

    A shadow organization known only as The Board, advances their sinister agenda by taking advantage of their anonymity and Susan’s tendency to make brash decisions. Blackmail, espionage and murder are all in play as The Board manipulates geo-political events to spark a war between the Soviet Union and the United States.

    With the help of her former Squadron Commander, General LeMae, Susan Turner attempts to lead the nation through these turbulent times while battling her own internal demons. Susan is a battle-hardened war veteran but she must learn what it takes to be a world leader. Nuclear war and the future of the human race hang in the balance.

    Even when the President is selected at random, politics is still a dirty business. Opponents plan their attacks from the shadows, but you know what they say about the best laid plans.

    My Thoughts

    This hasn’t happened in a while:
    Debut novel + 100% engrossing + read in one sitting = 5 stars!!

    Democracy is no longer in America. It’s now The Dove Revolution, where the President, Senators and Congressmen are selected for a 2 year term. And Susan Hunter, former Army Lt. Col. has been selected to be the next President of the United States. A great honor but she is going to decline, that is, up to the last minute, when she accepts the position. However, The Board of Pacific International, a conglomerate of big companies interested in Eastern European manufacturing, raw material, and transportation have bigger plans and one of them is to use Susan Hunter as collateral damage without her knowledge.

    The world is watching as the U.S. and the Soviet Union teeter on war as highly sensitive documents are leaked and attacks on U.S. soil are unleashed. Are the Soviets behind the bombings? Are the documents false? Can President Hunter prevent a nuclear war? Or are those that are behind the bombings succeed in their plan?

    A riveting story that I could not put down! At times, I found myself holding my breath due to the heightened missions described! This book was one hell of an intense read! Powerful!

    I am hoping, hint, hint Mr. Wofrum, that a sequel is on the horizon! I will be looking for more work by this author! Recommend? Absolutely!!! I’m sure, like me, you will be captivated!

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    BAD TIME TO BE IN IT by David Burnsworth | Review, Showcase, & Giveaway

     CMash  July 9, 2018  Leave a Comment on BAD TIME TO BE IN IT by David Burnsworth | Review, Showcase, & Giveaway

    Bad Time To Be In It

    by David Burnsworth

    on Tour July 9 – August 10, 2018

     

    Bad time To Be In It by David Burnsworth
     

    Synopsis:

    The past is never past. Sometimes it repeats itself. And sometimes it comes back to pay a visit. Blu Carraway, flush with cash and back in business, never had it so good. Or so he thought.The reality is his love life is in shambles, his business partner is spending too much time with women half his age and not enough time on the job, and someone close goes missing. Blu’s business partner goes off the rails, his friends show their true colors, and he realizes that getting closure sometimes means walking away from everything. With a case from the past gone wrong twice, a loved one in trouble, and an unanswered marriage proposal, it’s a bad time to be in it for Blu Carraway Investigations.

     

    MY THOUGHTS/REVIEW

    4 stars

    Blu, of Blu Carraway Investigations. and his partner Mick Crome are back! And that means only one thing, a lot of action!

    This is the 2nd book in this series, see my reviews for BLU HEAT, a prequel and IN IT FOR THE MONEY.

    Blu and Mick are hired by Mr.Jansen, as he feels someone is following him. At the same time, Mick’s girlfriend goes missing. The days are going by and they are no closer to following Maureen.

    So their friends join them in the search. A journalist that works with them, Harmony, joins the Mayor on his boat and word comes that the Mayor’s body has washed up but no sign of Harmony.

    Are these disappearances and Jansen connected in some way? Where are the women? The group ramps up in finding who has kidnapped.

    After reading the previous books in this series, I knew that would be non stop action. And because of that, I was turning the pages as fast as I could because I knew there would be an explosive ending if they found Maureen and Harmony.

    This book did not disappoint. Another great read by David Burnsworth! And with a cliff hanger at the end, I’m so excited now knowing that this series will be continued. Now I have to try to wait patiently for the next book!

    Definitely recommend!!

     

    Book Details:

    Genre: Mystery
    Published by: Henery Press
    Publication Date: July 10, 2018
    Number of Pages: 254
    ISBN: 9781635113587
    Series: Blu Carraway Mysteries #2
    Purchase Links: Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo

     

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    Chapter One

    Belize City, Belize, August, mid-Monday

    Paco squinted as he stared out over the courtyard, the afternoon sun a brilliant blaze. Sounds of local women selling vegetables, cheap pottery, and trinkets to tourists filled the air. The clinking of dishware. Some of the vendors were lucky enough to have an umbrella or canopy to shield them from the burning heat. Most weren’t.

    The pavement baked Paco’s feet through his cowboy boots.

    He lifted his straw hat, one with an orange band he’d bought from a local Mennonite child, and wiped his brow. The air tasted of salt, dust, and tamalito grease.

    His two partners, a Belizean Creole called Lin and a Jamaican named Peter, were already in position. Lin nodded at him from the other side of the square. Paco checked on Peter and found him fifty meters due east scoping out the three young women they’d come for.

    Well, really it was just one of them they wanted. The other two women were going to be a bonus. The contract was to grab the woman with the family name of Kincaid, make a phone call when they had her at their hideout, and then do whatever they wanted with the other two. And eliminate any resistance.

    The stupid chicas had only one guard with them. Some tall, middle-aged Bufon Paco guessed was half-Cuban, half-gringo, who wore sunglasses and dressed in light-colored fatigues and military style boots. He looked fit but was most likely nothing but an easy target. In the three days Peter, Lin, and Paco had tracked the women, the man with the sunglasses always kept watch from behind.

    The past two nights Paco had dreamt of shooting the man through those sunglasses.

    Using the sleeve of his shirt, Paco wiped his forehead one more time and then replaced his hat. He watched Peter wait until the women and the man passed and then fell in behind them.

    God, the women were beautiful. Suntanned white girls in their early twenties. Perfect teeth. Curled, long hair. Linen blouses, short shorts, and sandals. After he shot their protector, his dreams ended with tying each of them to a bed, the fear in their eyes giving him immense pleasure.

    And today was the day his dream would come true.

    Paco watched the group pass through a crowd of old people in bright clothes unloading from a tour bus.

    Except Peter didn’t emerge behind them when the women came through the other side of the gray-haired mass.

    Neither did the sunglass-wearing guard.

    Paco smiled and thought, good, Peter took him out already.

    He nodded at Lin who gave him a thumbs-up.

    The women perused another row of vendors.

    He and Lin followed, coming from opposite ends.

    The women were just ahead. Paco caught sight of their toned caderas and thanked his god again for tight American shorts. He picked up his pace as he threaded through the crowd.

    After about forty meters, something didn’t seem right any more. He should have caught up to them by now. And Lin should have joined him.

    Paco stopped, checked his phone. No messages.

    Looking around, he thought he spotted the women turn down an alley.

    Where were Peter and Lin?

    It didn’t matter.

    He had to get the woman now. Especially with the guard out of the picture.

    Paco knew he could handle her by himself, even if the other two females had to die to make things easier. He sprinted after them, cut down the alley, and found himself alone with nothing but a dead end. The only noise he heard was the market from which he’d come.

    An abandoned car on blocks with its hood open mocked him. Dust kicked up from his boots as he skidded to a stop. Paco turned around. No one had followed him.

    He turned back and looked straight down the barrel of a revolver.

    His eyes would not—could not—keep from staring at the black hole in front of him that brought death. Where in the hell did this come from? There had been no sound.

    A man’s voice said, “Esto es donde dar la vuelta y a pie.” (This is where you turn around and walk away.)

    Thinking fast, Paco said, “Que buscaba para mi hija.” (I was looking for my daughter.)

    The thumb of the hand holding the revolver cocked the hammer back.

    Anyone else would have soiled his pants at this. But Paco knew the man had made a very big mistake. Other peoples’ mistakes, and Paco’s awareness of them, were how he had survived this long. The cocked pistol an arm’s reach from his face had caught him off guard. If it had been five feet away, the perfect distance for control,he would have had a problem.

    But this close—

    Paco swung an arm at the hand with the pistol and ducked the other way, all in one motion just like he’d done before.

    Except another gun fired.

    Paco felt an inferno of heat and lead tear through his leg. He screamed and crashed to the ground.

    A large, military boot kicked him in the face. It jolted his focus off the pain in his leg for a second and onto the sunglasses of the man from his dreams. Paco spotted a second pistol in the man’s other hand. He hadn’t seen the second gun because he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the first. The man had outsmarted him.

    The man smiled down at him and said, in Spanish, “Who hired you?”

    The pain flooded back. Paco seethed out a “Piss off.”

    The man with the sunglasses put his large boot on Paco’s injured leg and stepped down hard.

    Paco had never felt pain so great in his thirty-three years on this earth. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. He swam in a horizon of white noise.

    The pressure on his leg let up. The boot kicked him in the ribs, ripping his concentration away from his leg once more, long enough for him to breathe.

    “Your two friends won’t be joining us. Tell me who hired you. Do it now. I won’t ask again.”
    Paco’s mind recovered enough from the pain to formulate a last desperate plan. He slipped a hand behind his back and pulled out a derringer.

    Before he could aim it, the man standing over him blasted his hand from two feet away. And Paco felt a different twinge of pain that almost matched the firestorm in his leg. He lifted his hand to where he could look at it. Two of his fingers were missing.

    Then he saw nothing.

    Chapter Two

    Charleston County, South Carolina, August, mid-Monday

    DAY ONE

    Mick Crome sat on a stool at the inside bar of the Pirate’s Cove on the Isle of Palms. He finished off a second pint while staring at all the liquor bottles lined up on the shelves in front of him. They had a habit of staring back. Maureen, his sometimes girlfriend and bartender a hundred miles north up in Myrtle Beach, was pissed off at him. He couldn’t chill and watch her tight rear end as she poured drinks tonight. Maybe not tomorrow night, either.

    The current bartender serving the beers, a friend named Brack Pelton, wasn’t exactly his type. At six feet and with a perpetual suntanned complexion, Brack looked like he should be tending bar in the Bahamas, not owning two watering holes in the South Carolina lowcountry.

    Pelton asked, “You want another one, Mick?”

    Even inside the place, the smell of the Atlantic Ocean directly behind him cleaned out his sinuses. The song streaming on the bar’s sound system, “Paradise City” by Guns and Roses, was a real classic.

    Crome nodded, hooked a boot heel on the bottom rung of his stool, and pulled a vape pen out of the breast pocket of his weathered leather vest.

    He couldn’t figure out what exactly he’d done wrong with Maureen but was sure it might have something to do with the two women he traded vodka shots with the night before. Mainly
    because neither of them was Maureen. Maureen hadn’t taken too kindly to him cancelling their date so he could follow a lead only to end up getting drunk and crashing at another woman’s pad. She didn’t believe him when he’d tried to explain that nothing had happened. The lead was legit, but even he knew he should have just gotten the information over the phone.

    What did people say in times like this? C’est la vie?

    Whatever.

    Pelton set a fresh pint of draft down in front of Crome. “Haven’t seen you or Blu around in a while. How’s it going?”

    The kid, Pelton, meant well. If Crome hadn’t taken a liking to him, and if he hadn’t watched a video of the kid, empty handed, take on an armed giant of a man and win, he might have picked a fight with him just for fun. But the kid had saved his best friend’s daughter and was an unofficial partner in the private investigation firm Crome co-owned. Unofficial because just about everything Crome did was unofficial. The official side was handled by his main partner, Blu Carraway.

    Crome said, “Blu’s on a security job. In Belize, the lucky bastard. Should be back in a day or two.”

    A voice from behind him said, “Hi, Crome.”

    It was female and familiar. Damn.

    Anyone else would have been a welcome change to his wandering thoughts, a defense mechanism he used to avoid thinking about Maureen.

    Hell, Maureen in her most pissed-off state would have been a welcome companion compared to—

    The female voice interrupted his thought. “Aren’t you going to invite me to sit down?”

    Crome saw the smirk form on his own face reflected in the mirror behind the bar. He also saw the strawberry-blond curls, red lipstick, and tight dress of his newest problem. “It’s a free country.”

    Harmony Childs pulled out the stool next to him and sat. “That bad-ass biker routine won’t work on me, Sugar. You’ve seen me in my underwear.”

    Twenty years his junior, nuttier than a pecan tree, driven, and drop-dead gorgeous, Harmony was the very cliché of Kryptonite for him. She was also one of the two women he’d traded shots with last night.

    It was true; he had seen her in her underwear. But not out of her underwear, thank God, or he and Maureen wouldn’t have lasted this long.

    Harmony said, “Don’t tell me you’ve still got a hangover. I’d hate to think you couldn’t hang with us, given your propensity for bars and liquor.”

    She really was beautiful. And she’d matched him shot for shot, unless the bartender was feeding her and her friend water instead of Citron. But that couldn’t be because he’d watched all their shot glasses get refilled from the same bottle.

    “Not on your life, Dolly,” he said.

    Pelton came over, grinned at the young woman, and said, “What’ll it be, Ms. Harmony?”

    If Pelton’s wife caught him doing anything more than casual flirting, she’d string him up by his testicles. Especially if it was with Harmony. Or her cohort, Tess Ray. Which reminded Crome, when there was one, the other wasn’t far behind.

    Tess pulled out the stool on the other side of Crome and sat. “Sorry I’m late. There was another double homicide in North Charleston.”

    Shorter than Harmony, with shoulder length blonde hair that fell in layers, Tess wore dark-rimmed glasses, a business dress with no sleeves, and medium heels.

    She’d been the second woman from the night before. Two women to one man, a bottle of vodka, and all he had to show for it was a nasty headache, a stiff back from the couch he’d crashed on alone, and a pissed off girlfriend. Must be his lucky day.

    Crome opened his mouth to say “howdy” but got cut off before he could start.

    “It would be nice if your partner was around,” Harmony said.

    “You guys make good copy. Maybe you all could give us something besides gang violence to report on.”

    Harmony and Tess were eager-beaver news correspondents who’d recently gone independent.

    Tess asked, “So when is Blu due back in town? Soon, right?”

    Every damn woman who’d ever laid eyes on Blu Carraway fell in love with the bastard.

    Again, Crome opened his mouth to speak, and again got interrupted. This time by the other local lady killer, Pelton’s dog, Shelby.

    At the sight of the chow-collie mix, Harmony and Tess both slid off their stools and swarmed the mutt. The damned canine seemed to be eating it all up, dancing around between them, his wagging tail high in the air.

    The song ended, and in the lull before the next one began, Crome checked his iPhone, the one that felt like an old-fashioned pair of handcuffs restraining him from freedom. The one that came with the business of running a private investigation firm. The one that his partner had made him take.

    He’d missed a call.

    The number wasn’t familiar, but whoever had called left a voicemail. He listened.

    It sounded like Maureen. “Mick? I’m in trouble. Please help—”

    A man’s voice cut her off. “Listen Crome, it’s payback time. You took from me so I’m taking from you. I’ll be in touch.”

    His phone showed a text message. He tapped to open it up and stared at a picture of a scared Maureen with a gun to her head.

    Billy Idol’s “Eyes Without a Face” started playing, blowing a hole through the world.

    Excerpt from Bad Time To Be In It by David Burnsworth. Copyright © 2018 by David Burnsworth. Reproduced with permission from David Burnsworth. All rights reserved.

    Excerpt from Bad Time To Be In It by David Burnsworth. Copyright © 2018 by David Burnsworth. Reproduced with permission from David Burnsworth. All rights reserved.

     

    David Burnsworth

    Author Bio:

    David Burnsworth became fascinated with the Deep South at a young age. After a degree in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Tennessee and fifteen years in the corporate world, he made the decision to write a novel. Bad Time To Be In It (July 2018, Henery Press) will be his sixth. Having lived on Charleston’s Sullivan’s Island for five years, the setting was a foregone conclusion. He and his wife call South Carolina home.

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    Review | THREE DAYS MISSING by Kimberly Belle

     CMash  July 5, 2018  2 Comments on Review | THREE DAYS MISSING by Kimberly Belle

    THREE DAYS MISSING by Kimberly Belle
    Genre: Thriller/Suspense
    Published by: Park Row
    Publication Date: July 1, 2018
    ISBN-10: 0778307719
    ISBN-13: 978-0778307716
    Pages: 352
    Review Copy From: Author
    Edition: Signed TPB
    My Rating: 5

    Synopsis (via GR)

    When a child goes missing, two mothers’ lives collide in a shocking way in this suspenseful novel from the bestselling author of The Marriage Lie .

    It’s every parent’s worst nightmare: the call that comes in the middle of the night.

    When Kat Jenkins awakens to the police on her doorstep, her greatest fear is realized. Her nine-year-old son, Ethan, is missing—vanished from the cabin where he’d been on an overnight field trip with his class. Shocked and distraught, Kat rushes to the campground where he was last seen. But she’s too late; the authorities have returned from their search empty-handed after losing Ethan’s trail in the mountain forest.

    Another mother from the school, Stef Huntington, seems like she has it all: money, prominence in the community, a popular son and a loving husband. She hardly knows Kat, except for the vicious gossip that swirls around Kat’s traumatic past. But as the police investigation unfolds, Ethan’s disappearance will have earth-shattering consequences in Stef’s own life—and the paths of these two mothers are about to cross in ways no one could have anticipated.

    Racing against the clock, their desperate search for answers begins—one where the greatest danger could lie behind the everyday smiles of those they trust the most.

    My Thoughts

    After reading THE MARRIAGE LIE, I couldn’t wait to start this book and it didn’t disappoint.

    The news that is any parent’s nightmare, your child is missing. That is the news that Kat woke up to as police were banging on her door.

    Ethan is on an overnight camping trip with his class, with one of the students being the Mayor’s son, Sammy, and who bullies Ethan all the time.

    A fire breaks out behind one of the cabins where both Ethan and Sammy are staying. After the chaos, the teacher and chaperones realize Ethan is missing. The police are called and a massive hunt commences to find Ethan, thinking he may be lost in the woods. But the minutes and hours are ticking by and then they realize this is no lost boy but a kidnapping. Who would want to kidnap this 8 year old. Could it be his father, who is estranged from Kat and has been accused of spousal abuse? Kat is suspicious that it might be him but why? Or is it a random person? But who and why?

    Hours into the search, the Mayor’s wife, Stefi, receives a phone call saying they have her son Sammy with additional threats. Thinking it has to be a mistake because it is Ethan that is missing not Sammy, she rushes to the campsite wanting to see Sammy with her
    own eyes.

    There are so many twists and turns in this story that I tried reading as fast as my heart was pounding. I kept going back and forth as to which character I thought could be the kidnapper and why.

    Another page turning thriller by Ms. Belle!! She is now on my “authors to read” list. I highly recommend but make sure you have enough time to read it because you won’t want to put it down!

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