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Not a Whisper: Klondike, PA – a small town with big secrets (A Klondike Mystery Book 1) [Kindle Edition]

Donna B McNicol

When Cherie Marshall catches her fiancé and best friend in a compromising position, she cancels her upcoming wedding and jumps at the chance to escape to quiet Klondike, Pennsylvania to care for her elderly aunt. She thought her biggest issue would be adapting to life in the middle of a National Forest, so very different from her upbringing in the deserts of Arizona.

But that was before she met State Trooper Fire Marshall Jamison “Jazz” Maddox at the scene of a mysterious fire. As they both become acquainted with the close-knit Klondike residents, things get complicated as Cherie and Jazz find themselves in the middle of a local crime wave where arson, kidnapping, embezzlement and a decades old murder are just the tip of the iceberg.

Be sure get your free copy of the Klondike Kompanion and read the “Meet the Characters” interviews.


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The Last Call (The Bill Travis Mysteries Book 1) [Kindle Edition]

George Wier

THE LAST CALL starts with a protagonist on the edge of an impending midlife crisis. Add a blond and an old friend with a fetish for high explosives, and you have the kickoff of a first rate crime novel. George Wier writes with wit, verve, and a gut-bucket
knowledge of Texas and those who people its quirky underside. This book does not disappoint.

—Milton T. Burton, author of Nights of the Red Moon and The Rogue’s Game.

George Wier’s THE LAST CALL has it all: a great setting, characters you care about, a little Texas history, and a twisty plot that’s built Texas tough. Get it before last call!

—Bill Crider, author of Murder In the Air.

Bill Travis, an unmarried, unattached investment counselor rapidly approaching his fortieth birthday, conceives that he may not live the most exciting of lives, yet Julie Simmons, his first appointment that Monday, is deeply in trouble. She has taken a North Texas quarter horse racer and liquor baron named Archie Carpin–the last of a dynasty of criminals from the 1920’s–for a ride and cleaned him out of a neat two million bucks. And thus begins the adventure of Bill’s life.

Ensues a chase north across Texas to recover the money and shake the pursuit of a couple of rednecks with a penchant for rifles and rigged explosives. Yet, through all this action the compelling tale of yet another mystery—an 80-year old missing person’s case—begins to unravel.


About the Author:

This action/adventure mystery novel is the first of six completed novels in The Bill Travis Mysteries. With a total of twenty-one books planned for the series, including three prequels, Bill Travis, Austin, Texas’ newest hero, is here to stay.

George Wier has been writing for over twenty years. His most recent publishing credits include a contribution to Lone Star Noir (Akashic Books 2010). He lives in Austin, Texas with his lovely wife, Sallie.


New from J.L. Jarvis



Highland Soldiers 3: The Return [Kindle Edition]

J.L. Jarvis

His battle-scarred heart stands in the way of a love that could heal him.

Alex MacDonell returns home from fighting for clan and king to discover that the girl he once hunted and fished with has become an intriguing young woman. Kenna has adored him for years, but he always treated her like a little sister. When her own brother dies from battle wounds, Kenna is left with no family or home.

Alex would love Kenna if he could, but recurring nightmares of acts he committed while hunting down Covenanters now haunt his days and nights. When Kenna comes too close to his heart, he pushes her out of his life—and into the arms of another. Too late, he regrets his impulsive actions. Now he must fight to win her back before she weds another and is lost to him forever.

Book 3 in the Highland Soldiers series, Scottish historical romances set during the turbulent Covenanter times of seventeenth century Scotland.

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Girl Fights Back (An Emily Kane Adventure Book 1) [Kindle Edition]

Jacques Antoine

Emily Kane studied martial arts for as long as she can remember. But she never really thought she was going to have to use them.

When covert operatives attack her home, her family goes into hiding, but she refuses. She stays behind, determined to finish high school and face whatever may come, on her own if necessary.

This weeks Featured Book – Do Unto Others by L.S. Burton



Do Unto Others [Kindle Edition]

L.S. Burton

What truly survives the dust of time?

The Messenger wanders into town from out of the wastes carrying a message he’s suffered at great lengths to deliver. The people of Scanlon, the last surviving town in that part of the world, are very eager to hear what the man has to say about the people back east, who they’d given up for dead a long time ago. But when the Messenger isn’t sure if these are the people for whom his message was meant, the good people of Scanlon don’t take very kindly to his reluctance.


Bones came to his mind often. Bones poked from the ground everywhere. New bones were good for keeping a fire burning if they weren’t too dry. Old bones made good racket-makers when banged together, scaring away the scorpions and the less desperate dogs.

Beneath the sheets lay his skin. Beneath his skin lay his bones, bones of failure, bones of old ideas, bones that had loved and touched, brittle bones of despair. The twigs of his own bones were gaining more green under the sheets, below the skin.

In the darkness, standing naked before the window, he heard the lazy sleep cheeps of birds outside in the trees. Birds! Trees! Across the road, the neighbour’s window glowed with the wealth of a candle’s flame. Who was hiding inside that orange light? What were they doing? Reading? Talking? He wanted to know. He tried to imagine and could only picture them staring at the wall, counting the clocks of their breath. He’d forgotten all the things that people do.

All that good food in his belly. Too rich. Too much. Too quickly. But he’d kept it down, and could feel the strength storing in his arms and legs, and soon he’d want more. That was the problem with the human machine, constant refuelling to ensure smooth operation. It was inefficient, no better than a guttering fire down in the belly turning cogs and rotary teeth, keeping legs lifting, feet planting one after another in a forward motion, keeping bones reaching out for contact and solace and reason.

Lighting the lantern next to his bed, he resisted holding it up to make a mirror out of the black window. What if he saw an old man looking back at him, the dried skin under his chin turned to a hen’s wattle, the blue circling out of his eyes as if down a drain, splotches on his skin? What if he didn’t recognize himself at all?

Quietly he stole out of his room and descended the stairs, palm to the wall for support. The floor in the kitchen popped under his feet. The stove in the corner groaned in the shadows, remembering heat.

The night air called to him. The outside door was well oiled and didn’t squeak. He shut it softly and padded across the road in his bare feet to the neighbour’s yard. The grass protested gently as he walked, the ground no match for his hard and gnarled feet.

Drawn to the golden glow of the neighbours window, he stopped beneath the tree in the yard, suddenly afraid to look inside the window. People don’t do this sort of thing, peeping in windows. They let other people alone. More than that, he worried he might be better off not knowing what the neighbour was doing inside. Better to keep his innocent notions intact.

It struck him how open and vulnerable he was, standing before the golden window. He wondered what the neighbour would think if he looked outside to find a strange man standing in his yard. He could only think he’d have to explain how he was admiring his treasures, and ask his pardon to linger in his dark garden while. He didn’t think, if pressed, the neighbour could disagree with any of that.

He bent down and felt the grass with his fingertips. Looking up, the branches of the tree were gnarled and thin, lacking a lush head of leaves. The Messenger palmed the tree’s trunk and felt it drink the moisture from his fingertips. Tree. Are you a lost signal like me? Do you regret putting down roots here?

The tree didn’t have an answer, and the Messenger looked up at the neighbour’s window an instant before the light winked out, knowing somehow that it would.