Iris Blobel
Snippet Sunday - INNOCENT TEARS - 17/04/2016 #romance #reading #bookpromo
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INNOCENT TEARS has been re-released.
It has enjoyed another full edit and an awesome new cover.
Here's another little snippet.
THANK YOU
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“Advice is what we ask for when we already
know the answer, but wish we didn't.”
Flynn
looked up at Teresa. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to discuss anything else.
In fact, he hadn’t discussed anything yet, and as far as he was concerned, he
just received one of the biggest blows in his life. His beautiful Saz was dead,
and he hadn’t been by her side to comfort her.
He
moved his head and looked out the window onto the busy streets of Melbourne. A smile
played at the corner of his mouth as he remembered the first time he had met Sarah.
He had been the new guy at school, and she had offered him the seat next to
her. Of course, it was awkward for him to be the only boy sitting next to a
girl, but after only a few minutes he wasn’t able to take his eyes off her. He
even had a few chuckles watching the frustration grow within her with the struggle
to contain her curly hair. She was constantly pinning back another escaped
strand of hair with a bobby pin, resulting in a big messy hair do at the end of
the day. And as he’d found out over the next months, it was a continuous
battle. One day, he was taking her home on his bike when she had a flat tyre, and
he remembered the light kiss she gave him on his cheek as she thanked him. He
was in love. Even at his fifteen years he couldn’t think of anything or anybody
else but Sarah. She was the one for him. Though still a teenager herself, she
had already radiated a mature calm. She seemed carefree and innocent. A trait
he had always admired in her. Considering the strict upbringing by her mother,
Sarah had always maintained her cheerful nature. And her headstrong nature and
impulsiveness often clashed with Teresa’s authority.
Teresa
interrupted his thoughts. “Flynn!”
Flynn slowly stared up
at her.
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May I introduce: Augustine Sam "The Conspiracy of Silence" @austin_sam001
The Conspiracy of
Silence
by
Augustine Sam
Blurb:
The conscience of a town steeped in sexism, vanity and
hypocrisy is pricked by the brutal murder of a mysterious woman in an LA park.
But the shock is transformed into a steamy, seductive scandal when the corpse
turns out to be Susan Whitaker, the flamboyant wife of the governor of
California.
A secret lover/blackmailer theory leads to the indictment of
Hollywood's most influential black celebrity. It is only the beginning, for
Susan Whitaker did not, in fact, exist. Little does anyone realize that this
colossal fraud is a mere curtain raiser to a chilling world of ugly skeletons
dating back to the assassination of a U.S. senator in a Washington hotel sauna,
skeletons connected to riveting sex scandals in high places, skeletons the FBI
and political kingmakers will kill for...
Where to buy the book:
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About the Author:
Augustine Sam is a bilingual Italian journalist and an award
winning poet. A member of the U.K. Chartered Institute of Journalists, he was
formerly Special Desk editor at THISDAY newspapers, an authoritative Third
World daily first published in collaboration with the Financial Times of
London. He later became correspondent for central Europe. His poems have been
published in two international anthologies: The Sounds of Silence &
Measures of the Heart. One of his poems, Anguish & Passion, was the winner
of the Editors’ Choice Awards in the North America Open Poetry contest, USA.
Augustine’s debut novel, Take Back the Memory, was awarded a
5-star medal by Readers’ Favorite. And
his collection of poems, Flashes of Emotion, was the 2015 International Book
Award Finalist. Augustine lives and works in Venice.
Author’s website: http://goo.gl/A5jRnj
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Pinterest: https://goo.gl/3qw53R
Excerpt:
Prologue
The dim figure continued to lurk in the dusking patch of
tangled shrubbery until he was completely enveloped in darkness. Then he choked
and swore and frothed at the mouth and went down on all fours. After a while,
he clambered out of the shrubbery like a ghost, picked himself up deftly, and
wiped his hand across his brow. He was tall and had an athletic build. His
hands were covered with fleeced gloves, his face partially masked by a hood. He
had a definite presence in spite of the aura of repulsion that swelled around
him like foul breath. For a spell, he stood in death-like silence, in a navy
hooded sweatshirt, a pair of matching pants, and black running shoes. His dark
brown eyes studied his environment like a bloodhound determined to unearth a
misplaced object without losing its sense of smell.
A short distance away, small cylindrical light bulbs cast an
eerie glow over the lush greenery of Glennon Park, capturing its beauty in a
halo of kaleidoscopic brilliance. And then a throng of men in fancy tee shirts
and short pants intermixed with women in jeans and sleeveless tops, whisked
into view. The dim figure, hearing their muffled voices over the sound of the
fountain’s cascading waters, stiffened. Like him, the fountain stood in a
poorly lit area of the park. Surrounded by luxuriant shrubs, it was the place
where randy youths prone to exploiting the semidarkness for romantic mischief
loved to loiter.
On this particular night, there were no lovers necking by the
fountain, but there was something else. A black diamond Cadillac was parked
beside the fountain. The curiously unusual sight caused the dim figure’s hands
to shake with excitement. Cars were not allowed that far into the park, so whatever
fantasies within the limits of human accomplishment the Cadillac’s driver had
conceived, this was the wrong night for it, he mused. This’ll be my last
murder, he decided, the climax of a long, enterprising career as the greatest
hit man of all time. He was a killer so efficient and so elusive that even the
FBI nicknamed him Shadow of Death for his uncanny ability to dissolve into a
penumbra after every hit.
He immediately recognized the wonderful head of hair and the
slender, sensual neck as the lone occupant of the Cadillac appeared in
silhouette against the fountain. Suddenly his pulse quickened. He mopped his
brow with a handkerchief and contemplated the lady’s mesmerizing beauty. It
seemed odd to him now to think of her as a victim. He had loved her once; in
fact, he still loved her. And therein lay the quandary—a lethal clash between
his obsession and his survival instinct. The survival instinct, of course, must
win, he mused; for between them now stood the only thing that love could not
subdue—a very dark secret.
The Shadow of Death moved with stealth in the semidarkness
toward the Cadillac, his hands slightly shaking with excitement with every step
he took. His only accomplice was his own
shadow, perceptible to no eye but his. It seemed innocuous even to him, like a
specter, only there to see, not to arbitrate. It moved when the assassin moved
and stopped when he did, like a minion with no initiative of its own, an
android programmed to repeat the action of its mentor, silently, as only a
ghost would; and then saddled thereafter with the damning knowledge of the
truth, a truth that would elude the rest of the world—an everlasting witness, a
ghost that would never die.
There was deafening silence inside the Cadillac. All around
it, darkness closed in as slowly and unfalteringly as the approaching evil. The
assassin’s face was impassive, his heartbeat regular, but his muscles were taut
as he strained to open the driver’s door with his gloved hand.
She did not see him, could not see him, because she was leaning
face downward on the steering wheel.
Gripped by a morbid fascination with death, he stared down at
her, the roaring tension inside him silenced by his cold determination.
Everything would depend on this moment, this act, he mulled over, darting a quick
glance at the fountain. He did not want any interruption and there was none. He
reached for her throat silently, swiftly, giving her no chance to react.
There must be no error, he mumbled. His pressure on her
throat was fierce. Time, thoughts, fear, regrets, all ceased to exist as an
eternity seemed to roll by in a matter of seconds. And then relief flooded his
being.
It was
over, he almost smiled. It bore the mark of his usual professional
touch—smooth, fast, painless, and very peaceful.
#MFRWHooks for **LITTLE BEGINNINGS** 13/04/2016 #bookpromo #Reading #MFRWAuthor
I hope you get
hooked by this Snippet
Today's hook
JERI
CURSED at Olivia’s promise. She unlocked the car and threw her bag onto the passenger
seat before sliding behind the steering wheel. After cranking up the radio, the
music was loud enough for her to ignore the outside noises. She leaned back and
closed her eyes, considered forgetting about finding the ‘right one.’ Living
alone wasn’t all that bad. She liked being alone, yet the thought of being
alone for the rest of her life scared her.
Jeri
took a deep breath, turned down the music, and grabbed her phone.
Without
giving her niece a chance to say a word when the call connected, she said,
“Sex
on legs in your dreams, honey,” and hung up.
She
took the long route back home, enjoying the drive and the night-lights of the city.
By the time she arrived at her home, Olivia stood in front of her door, hands
on hips. Her niece hadn’t changed much, if at all, in all the years she’d known
her.
Despite
looking like a little model, Olivia hated her curly blonde hair, which had been
near unmanageable while the hormones raged during her teenage years. A smile tugged
at Jeri’s lips as she remembered when she’d showed her niece how to apply some
makeup to show off her beautiful blue eyes. Olivia had wanted none of it —but she
still looked stunning. Even more so because nothing in the world really
bothered her and that smile on her face was a constant.
Blurb:
A blind
date that doesn't happen might lead to love.
After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like all the others. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm.
Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake?
Will she forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else?
After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like all the others. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm.
Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake?
Will she forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else?
Tuesday Tales - PHONE ~ ~ #Tuesdaybookblog #Books
Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...
Time for a new story. This one has no title, yet, and has been on the back burner for a few years now. I think I posted one or two excerpts, but I felt lost in the story at some stage, so hopefully with prompts and some feedback I might finish it.
Today's prompt is: PHONE
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Anyway, now I’m in this massive aeroplane en route to
Germany. In all fairness, flying isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. We’re
not even half way and my bum’s sore, my head aches, and I’m bored out of my
brains. Even the latest blockbuster on the small screen in front of me can’t
hold my attention, and I’ve seen most of the TV series that often I can talk
along with them. Even the excitement of sitting right next to the window feels
silly now. As far as the eye can see are only sky or clouds. Initially
breathtaking, now more on the boring and I
don’t really wanna know what’s beneath me side of thoughts.
“Excuse me,” I say quietly to the nice looking lady next to
me. “I’m sorry, but–”
I make a motion saying I need to get something from the overhead
locker and she kindly moves her legs. Unbelievable, that there are people out
there liking this experience. I’ve had enough already!
Anyway, I move awkwardly around the lady, who desperately
tries to keep that smile on her face as I step on her feet at least twice, but
in the end, I do get what I was looking for in my bag “up above”. My phone .... And Grandma’s
diary. Time for a bit more snooping.
The nice flight attendant gets me something to drink and a
snack as I try to get the hang of reading the old German again. As I grab the
water, I glance past the lady next to me and see the guy across the aisle
staring towards me. Instinctively, I look around, but no, he’s really looking
at me. A smile tugs at my lips when I see him smiling at me.
“Where are you heading?” he asks as the flight attendant
moves on.
I lean forward and the nice lady next to me leans back. Her
smile saying everything. Everything as in, Yeah,
he’s cute!
“I’m heading to Frankfurt,” I reply.
“So am I,” he says, his smile turning into a grin.
And then we get interrupted by a long line of people coming
past. I patiently wait, as one person after the other moves past, my head
bobbing from side to side desperate not to lose eye contact. But it’s near
impossible. Itching to talk more to the guy, I keep glancing over again and
again, but then I try to settle my nerves by focusing back on the book.
I had no idea “human traffic” can be so intense on a flight.
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Snippet Sunday - INNOCENT TEARS - 10/04/2016 #romance #reading #bookpromo
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INNOCENT TEARS has been re-released.
It has enjoyed another full edit and an awesome new cover.
Here's another little snippet.
THANK YOU
~~~
“Advice is what we ask for when we already
know the answer, but wish we didn't.”
Flynn
looked from Teresa to William. Deep lines of worry appeared on William’s face,
and he slowly nodded. Flynn rubbed his face in disbelief. William reached over
and placed his hand comfortingly on Flynn’s shoulder. Flynn’s eyes stung and he
couldn’t quite face them, but quietly asked, “What happened?”
“Cancer,”
he heard Teresa saying, and for the first time Flynn thought he was able to detect
some emotions.
With
his back hunched, elbows on his knees, and his hands folded in front of his mouth,
he sorted his thoughts – cancer! One tiny word, yet it had a devastating effect
on him. Flynn gave a sudden curse, then leaned back into the chair as he rubbed
his eyes with his fingers.
“Sorry,
son,” William tried to comfort him.
“Why
are you telling me now?” he asked without looking.
There
was a touch of concern in Teresa’s voice. “There’s something else we need to discuss
with you.”
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