Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Teaser Tuesday ~ Taken by the Huldra by Megan Slayer

 

 


Paranormal Romance, Capture Fantasy

Date Published: July 4, 2025



A Huldra and a human collide in the forest…

 

Hunter came to Eerie to give up on his life. Nothing’s gone right and he’s ready to quit. Then he sees the most beautiful woman in the world, but she wants him dead. Talk about bad luck. Until he meets Annika, a Huldra -- a Norse protector – and the woman he can’t seem to forget.

Unlike her twin sister Runa, who wants only to destroy, Annika is a nurturing spirit. The moment she sees Hunter she has to save him from her homicidal sister. He’s too pretty to kill, but he’s got a secret. He’s not solely human, although he doesn’t know what paranormal blood runs through his veins.

If he can survive Runa’s wrath, the scars of his past, and allow himself to have a future with Annika, he might find the best things in life aren’t exactly what they seem -- they’re better.

 


EXCERPT


“I’ve had enough.” Hunter Hallahan drove past the line separating the town boundary of Eerie from the rest of the world. To anyone who didn’t have a drop of paranormal blood, the road went through untouched woodlands. Unlike most beings, he had the very cells permitting him to be there -- paranormal blood. More specifically, shifter blood. By the time he’d cropped up on the family tree, the strain of paranormal magic coming down to him had been diluted enough he wasn’t able to shift.

Didn’t matter to him.

He had the keen senses of the wolf -- sharp hearing, keen eyesight, a sixth sense to detect danger, and lightning-fast reflexes. His abilities to read other beings had served him well. They had in the past.

Not now.

He’d read Sally so wrong. He’d thought she loved him. Thought she wanted to be together forever. All she’d wanted was a boyfriend for now. He flexed his hands on the steering wheel and drove straight to the woods. His eyes burned from shedding too many tears over her. Her words burned into his brain.

“Oh, honey. You’re good for now, but you’re not marriage material. You’re a mongrel.”

How could someone say those things?

No, he knew how they could. She wanted to get back at her now-fiancé. Making him jealous got her a bigger diamond. Got her attention. Got her the house in the suburbs with the large yard and the chance at having kids.

He’d never be able to give her children.

He turned onto the gravel road leading deeper into the woods.

When he’d set out for Eerie, he hadn’t planned on going to the forest, but the second he crossed the city limits, he’d been drawn here. He couldn’t even explain it. Like the car was being driven by itself.

Impossible.

Yes, he had magic, and Eerie was full of spells, magic and everything else paranormal, but the car wasn’t driving itself. He wasn’t rich enough to have one of those vehicles. This was something different.

Something stronger.

He continued farther into the woods, shocked by the darkness. This wasn’t his first time venturing into the forests of Eerie. The area that hid the town appeared to be only a few hundred acres on a map. But that was the magic of Eerie. It might not appear big, but once one started exploring, the place was huge.

As he drove, he noticed a woman walking among the trees. Seeing someone in the woods wasn’t strange. The fact the woman wore a filmy dress and had flowing blonde hair was the eye-catching part. He slowed his pace and cast a longer glance at her. Her pale skin practically seemed transparent. Gods, if a stiff breeze blew through, she’d fall over. She had no meat on her bones.

Some might find her gorgeous. She had that stick-thin look going for her, with more bones than curves. She cut a striking figure among the trees.

He liked women with a little more curve.

The woman rushed up to him. “Come to me.”

Part of him wanted to. Just stop the vehicle, leave, and follow her. The rational part of his brain refused to comply. This had to be a spell. Had to be something to bring him to his doom.

Except he’d initially set out for Eerie with the plan to end his life. He’d thought that was what he wanted, but he’d never followed through with his spur-of-the-moment intentions. Gods, he’d loved Sally, but she wasn’t worth him doing something so drastic. Never had been.

The woman stopped in front of his car and pointed to him, then crooked her finger. “Come with me.”

He flicked the button to lock the car. Why in Hades had he done that? If this was magic, she could come into his vehicle despite the damn locks.

“Come with me,” she repeated. Then the woman winked.

As she did, he collided with something hard. Not just hard, but immediate. He rocked forward, smacking his face into the airbag. The wind rushed from his lungs, and he groaned. His limbs ached. What in Hades had just happened?

He blinked to clear his vision. Smoke wafted through the air and the bag deflated.

“Odin’s sake.” The door opened and a person reached into the car.

When he looked at the speaker, his blood chilled. “You’re determined to get me to come with you.” The woman who’d pointed to him was yanking him from the vehicle. “I’m not going with you.”

“If you know what’s good for you, you will.” The woman, almost too thin to be manhandling him, tugged him free of the seat belt. “You’re dying, you fool.”

“Dying?” He’d come to the woods to do himself in but hadn’t wanted to -- not for real. “How?”

“You hit the fucking tree.” She hauled him against her body. “Come on. Use your legs -- or are they broken?”

“I don’t know.” His brain swam. “I’ve got to be concussed.”

“Probably.” She grunted, then tossed him against the side of the car. She waved her hand across his forehead and spoke words he couldn’t understand. Her brow crinkled and her green eyes flashed. Her mouth twisted into a frown. “Can you walk now?”

He hadn’t bothered to try. He stared at her. She looked a lot like the woman who’d called to him, yet nothing like her. After a moment, his brain cooperated, and he forced his legs to move. “Yes,” he managed. He allowed her to slide her arm around him. “What happened?”

“I’ll explain in a moment.” She fumbled across the underbrush to a large tree. When she knocked on the tree, a hunk of the bark opened like a door. “In here.” She didn’t give him a chance to argue. Instead, she shoved him into the tree before closing the door behind her.

“What’s going on?” He leaned against the wall. “I’m so confused. I’ve got to be concussed.”

“You probably are.” She raked her hair back from her face. “You’d better thank your lucky stars I got there in time.”

“Why?” He understood so little.

“That woman who called to you? That’s my twin sister,” she said. “That’s some bad magic you don’t want to mix yourself up in.”

“Jealous?” He’d tried for a bad joke, but it hadn’t worked. “I’m sorry. I don’t get it.”

She flipped a switch, sending light across the space. “Here.” She helped him to a chair. She knelt in front of him, then stared at him before tipping her head. “I get it.”

“I’m glad you do, because I don’t.” He didn’t like riddles or misdirects. “What’s going on?”

“You crashed your car into a tree.”

“I did? I didn’t see anything in front of me.” He’d destroyed his car? Fuck.

“That was the point.”

“What?”

She sighed and folded her arms before sitting back on her heels. “What brought you to Eerie? You’re here, so you must have magic. Why are you here?”



About the Author

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.


Author Contact Links

Author on Facebook

Author on Twitter

Author on Instagram


Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress



RABT Book Tours & PR

Release Blitz ~ Under Realm Assassins - Series Box Set: Books 1 - 3 by Amanda Greene

 



Box Set 1


Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 07-01-2025



A Bewitching Christmas

It has been seven years since Analette Dyson stopped practicing magic and headed to New York, where she created a new life, complete with a fabulous job, an apartment in Central Park West, and a sexy werewolf fiancé. She never planned on returning to her small home town in Maine, but when she learns her grandmother is ill, she decides to pop over for a visit and what better time than Christmas? Excited for her fiancé to meet her family, they head up a day early.

Worst idea ever!

After doing some last minute Christmas shopping, Analette returns to their hotel to find her fiancé in bed with another woman. Cursing the universe for her never ending bad luck with men and dreading telling her family about her cheating fiancé, she heads to the bar to self medicate.

Not one to celebrate the holidays, vampire and assassin, Cole McRae, has followed a lead to a rustic town in witch territory. But after a few days of research and waiting for his target to show, he begins to suspect he has wasted his time. That is, until he meets a curvaceous blonde with bewitching green eyes at the local bar. One night with the enchanting Analette could make this useless trip well worth his time.

Their passion is undeniable and unbeknownst to them, their fates are intertwined. Magic and romance will strike on Christmas, changing their lives forever.

 

Surrender to the Chase

A year after the tragic death of his close friend and fellow assassin, Ethan Halstead is ready to take up his sniper rifle once more. But his first assignment is nothing he ever expected. Ethan must hunt and retrieve a beautiful, spirited, alluring werewolf.

Knowing no other way to escape an arranged marriage, Fraya flees from her pack. As she contemplates slipping across the border and heading to South America, she is captured by a dangerously seductive vampire who plans on escorting her back to her family. Even as Fraya vows to make Ethan’s mission as difficult as possible, she can’t resist the riotous desire he sparks within her.

But Ethan isn’t the only predator that pursues Fraya. A powerful rival pack’s alpha wants to make her his mate. Will Ethan be able to keep Fraya safe and return her to her pack? Or will he surrender to temptation and claim Fraya as his own?

 

Wicked Passion

James Stonewoll is an Elite Assassin for the Under Realm Syndicate—an expert hunter and merciless killer. As a former pirate, he thrives on danger, the more perilous the mission, the better and he can't resist his newest contract: eliminate a rebel shape-shifting magic thief that stalks the border of the Under Realm kidnapping and murdering innocent Others. But never did the centuries old vampire anticipate playing hero to a mythical temptress with luscious curves, tantalizing lips, and hypnotic eyes.

Captured and held prisoner, Katya Moro was trapped in a seemingly endless loop of unimaginable agony as her magic was slowly being torn from her soul. A gasp away from death, she is rescued by a sinful kiss and awakens in the strong arms of a powerful warrior whose roguish smile, sharp fangs, and intense strength unlock dormant instincts within her, an all-consuming madness that demands complete surrender.

Gazing down at her, James knew he had to kill her. Dark Magic Wielders, like the beautiful female he’d found, were a grave threat to human society and were not permitted to roam the mortal world. But Katya’s smoky voice and sweet kisses stir a fierce hunger inside him. She is unpredictable, uncontrollable and wickedly seductive—his perfect kind of dangerous. To keep her safe, James will protect her from the magic thieves that hunt her and his fellow assassins until he can find a way to return Katya to her home in the Under Realm.

Can Katya’s passion conquer the darkness within his soul?


About the Author


Amanda J. Greene is the author of the captivating Rulers of Darkness and enticing Under Realm Assassins series. Fans of Nalini Singh’s, Gena Showalter, and J.R. Ward will fall in love with Ms. Greene’s dangerously sexy heroes and strong, kick your teeth in heroines.

Within the chaos of life she finds time to write and create detailed worlds with exciting characters for her ravenous readers.

"Amanda's vampires are seriously sexy and I can't get enough!" - Kristina's Books & More

"Fans of Nalini Singh’s Psy/Changeling series, Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld, and J.R. Ward’s BDB are in for a treat..." - VampBard review of Caressed by a Crimson Moon on That's What I'm Talking About


Contact Links

Website

Facebook

Twitter

Goodreads

Instagram


Purchase Link

Amazon

Nook

Kobo

 

RABT Book Tours & PR

Cover Reveal ~ Realm of Crows - Wings of Ink by Angelina J. Steffort

 


Title: Realm of Crows (Wings of Ink, 5)

Author: Angelina J. Steffort

Genre: NA Fantasy Romance

Cover Designer: Fantastical Ink

Publication Date: August 31st, 2025

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR



Blurb:
Blurb to be revealed on July 8th!



 

"Chocolate fanatic, milk-foam enthusiast and huge friend of the southern sting-ray. Writing is an unexpected career-path for me."

Angelina J. Steffort is an Austrian novelist, best known for her Wings Trilogy, a young adult paranormal romance series about the impossible love between a girl and an angel. The bestselling Wings Trilogy has been ranked among calibers such as the Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer, The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, and Lauren Kate’s Fallen, and has been top listed among angel books for teens by bloggers and readers. Her young adult fantasy series Shattered Kingdom is already being compared to Sarah J. Maas’s Throne of Glass series by readers and fans.

Angelina has multiple educational backgrounds including engineering, business, music, and acting, and lives in Vienna, Austria with her husband and her son.

 

Author Links:

Amazon | Goodreads | Web | Facebook | Instagram

Reader Group | Bookbub | Pinterest | Twitter | Newsletter



Relaunch Blitz ~ Sirain Rises by Ann Bakshis




Title: Sirain Rises

Author: Ann Bakshis

Genre: YA Dystopian

Cover Designer: Grin & Swear It

Relaunching June 30th, 2025

Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR



Blurb: 

Old enemies have become new allies. But at what cost? Trea wasn’t expecting there would be more of her kind: additional Antaeans the High Rulers didn’t know about. But where did they come from? As Trea tries to settle into her new surroundings, violence erupts around her. A new threat is discovered, one that could not only destroy her new home, but those she has grown to care about. Should Trea stay out of the war and let events unfold, or does she need to become the Antaean she was designed to be?

I’ve always loved to write ever since I was young. I would picture myself as the main character so I could go on adventures. They began as daydreams, which I eventually put down onto paper. Throughout the years I would write whenever I got the chance no matter how small the manuscript turned out to be. I’d tried the traditional method of sending out query letters to agents, but they would respond with a “thanks, but no thanks” note. I felt discouraged, but kept writing. I had a lot of encouragement from my mom, my Aunt Jeanne, my daughter, and my husband. Having the support helped keep me chasing my dream. A few years ago, I decided to buckle down and get serious about my writing. After some research and speaking with a friend of my husband, I took the plunge into self-publishing. I found an editor and a cover designer along with other indie authors on Facebook. I’ve joined groups and asked advice from writers who have already been through the steps it takes to get out there. It took me four years and three versions before I published my first book titled Wasteland. From there, I’ve completed several series and stand-alones with quite a few more in progress, so watch for their release.

Author Links:

Amazon | Goodreads | Twitter | Website

Facebook | Bookbub | Newsletter





Monday, June 30, 2025

Teaser ~ The Brothers Brown by R. G. Stanford

 



Native American Literature, Family Saga Fiction, Western, Biographical Fiction, Western

Date Published: 06-01-2025




You can almost feel the red dust clinging to your skin and catch the faint scent of jasmine in the air. This is Indian Territory at the edge of everything—law and lawlessness, hope and heartbreak, where the lines between right and wrong blur with every sunset.

Told with vivid detail, this is the story of a man caught between loyalty and his past, between a brother’s shadow and the light of his own becoming. A tale of love, betrayal, and the quiet courage it takes to change your fate.

From a stagecoach town in Tennessee to the first railroad towns of the Indian Territory, we delve into the lives of the charismatic and flawed brothers, Matt and Robert. Their sibling dynamic shapes the lives of the entire Brown family, steering them down a road of familial struggles and cultural clashes.

Matt always idolized his oldest brother, Robert – a smooth-talking charmer who taught him at a young age to live hard and win big. Following Robert’s footsteps, Matt is drawn into a life of high-stakes games and deception. Then he meets Milla. Sharp-eyed, brave, and unafraid to speak the truth, Milla is a woman rooted in her Choctaw heritage, carrying both strength and sorrow in equal measure. For the first time, Matt imagines a different future. But the past doesn’t let go easily and buried secrets never stay buried for long, clawing their way back to the surface when you least expect it. Now, Matt must choose between what consumes him and the life he wants to build. 

Set against the raw beauty of the Choctaw Nation, this is a powerful story of blood ties and hard choices, of the people we love and the ones we betray. Gritty, tender, and unforgettable—this is where redemption begins.


Excerpt

 

Albert kicked the door once, twice.

The window lit up with the light of a lamp. Through the window he saw Milla jump out of bed. He kicked the door harder.

Milla wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and stood at the bedroom door. “I told you I don’t want you here anymore,” she yelled. “You can just go...”

“Milla, open the door! It’s Albert!” He kicked again, struggling to hold Matt upright. “Matt’s hurt bad!”

She dashed to the door and let her brother-in-law in.

Albert held Matt tight around the waist and draped Matt’s left arm over his shoulder as the pair stumbled across the threshold. “Help me get him to the bed. I’m going for Doc Poor.”

Milla lifted Matt’s other arm over her shoulder and sat him on the bed, holding him steady. “Hurry,” she gasped.

Albert grabbed the coat hanging by the front door and ran out of the house.

“What have you gotten yourself into, Matt?” Milla pulled his coat off and unbuckled his holster, laying it on the nightstand. The sight of his shirt and pants covered in blood and dried mud sent a chill through her veins. He fell sideways on the bed and then she saw it—the cut on the back of his shirt.

“Owww!” Matt cupped his hand protectively over his wound, but the pain was too intense. He cried out again.

“You hold on, Matt. Albert went to find Doctor Poor. You just hold on now.” It was an order.

Matt gasped for air, then spoke in fits of agony. “They... got... Robert.” He strained to sit up and failed. His body fell limp, then he fell silent.

“Who got him?” Milla tried to roll Matt over, but he wouldn’t budge. Gasping at the sight of the blood on the bed, she backed away, hands trembling.

Is he dead?

Did he die?

Albert bolted straight up in bed and strained to listen. What was that? He thought he heard a horse neigh, but all he heard now was the creaking of the loose shutter and his own breath. But there it was again, the sound of a horse.

He stretched to look out the window. And there it was, the shape of a horse in the front yard.

Throwing off the blanket, Albert fumbled for his pocket watch on the nightstand and held it to the window. In the moon’s light, he saw it was near two in the morning. The horse was neighing again, louder and longer this time.

Albert glanced out the window as he slipped on his pants; it was Matt’s horse, Girl. The moon lit the corner of the yard where she stood, stomping her front right hoof on the frosted ground in distress.

In his bare feet, he flung open the door and rushed to the panicked horse. Matt sat slumped in the saddle, unconscious or dead. He couldn’t tell.

“Matt?” Albert touched Matt’s leg, but he nearly slid from the saddle at Albert’s touch. “Matt?”

The blood on his coat and shirt told Albert all he needed to know. It was bad, and it looked like he’d been bleeding for a while.

Without thinking, Albert mounted the horse, wrapping his arms around Matt to hold him steady, and rode as fast as he could to Matt’s house. Doc Poor lived on the back side of the field behind Matt’s place. He would take Matt home, then go wake the doctor at once.


About the Author


Raised on the beaches of South Texas, R.G. Stanford has always been drawn to stories that transcend time. That passion was ignited in 1976 with the discovery of Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, and deepened with The Feast of All Saints just a few years later. Though historical fiction wasn’t an immediate calling, a personal journey into genealogy changed everything.

With no close relatives nearby, R.G. Stanford turned to online resources in search of extended family. That search became a twenty-year journey through genealogy websites, Federal Census records, the National Archives, and old newspapers. Along the way, R.G. Stanford uncovered incredible stories about her family and the people who once lived in the Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory.

Compelled to record the truth of her family in the lore, sprinkled with imagination, R.G. Stanford is a history lover, a research buff, and a passionate genealogy enthusiast. She is also a mother, a grandmother, and a teller of stories, now living near Orlando.


Contact Links

Website

Facebook

Instagram


Purchase Links

https://mybook.to/TheBrothersBrown

Amazon Kindle

Amazon Paperback




RABT Book Tours & PR

Book Tour ~ Madagascar Marauders by B. K. Boshell

 



Young Adult Fantasy Adventure

 

 

In the heart of Madagascar’s wild forests, danger lurks—and survival depends on courage, loyalty, and the strength of brotherhood.

When a ruthless gang of fossae ambushes a sifaka family home, two friends witness their families being taken hostage. Slick and Isaiah—spared from the tragedy—rally themselves and unexpected allies, vowing to embark on a daring rescue mission.

Their journey is treacherous, filled with shifting shadows, fierce enemies, and heartbreaking choices. But in the face of overwhelming odds, these young heroes discover that true strength lies in camaraderie, resilience, and daring to hope when all seems lost.

Madagascar Marauders: In Pursuit of Precious Plunder is a thrilling young adult fantasy adventure packed with action, suspense, humor, and heart. Dive into a world where danger and wonder collide, where adolescent bravery meets gritty survival, and where the wild and mysterious island of Madagascar springs vividly to life.

Perfect for fans of animal fantasy, high-stakes adventure, and unforgettable friendships.

 

 Adventure. Brotherhood. Survival. The fight for family begins now.

For readers ages 13+ who love:

          • Action-packed animal adventures
          •  Heartfelt themes of loyalty and courage
          •  Gritty yet heartwarming coming-of-age journeys
          •  A deep dive into Madagascar’s fascinating wildlife

Introduction

 

On the large, fascinating island of Madagascar there live a plethora of

peculiar and exotic animals. Two of those animals are lemurs and sifakas.

Both creatures are small, monkey-like, and categorized as lemurs.

Sifakas are slightly larger and are most at-home in the treetops. Most

lemur species, however, prefer to spend the majority of their time on the

rainforest floor.

 

Isaiah the Ring-tailed Lemur

Isaiah is a ring-tailed lemur who spends most of his time on the

rainforest floor. Ever since he was a young boy, Isaiah has enjoyed running

and jumping over organic obstacles, swinging through trees with a

single paw, and dodging the lurking fossae inhabiting his mind’s eye. He

enjoys playing many games with his lifelong friend, Slick. Isaiah grows

anxious when he’s alone, especially in tight situations. He attributes this

to early memories having been lost in the forest for two days without

seeing a single one of his kind.

 

Slick the Sifaka

Slick the Sifaka is a lot like most male Coquerel’s sifakas his age.

He forages in the morning and at night looking for food (starting with

the pantry!) When outside his treehouse, he is claiming territory by

spraying or scratching a tree leaving a rather distinct and, yes, putrid

scent mark.

Slick is able to jump 15 tail lengths through the trees. He doesn’t

hesitate to use his athletic abilities to sneak around and spy on other

creatures--including Isaiah. In fact, the two frequently compete to see

who can spy on the other the longest without getting caught. Once

caught, the winner decides a punishment, usually involving minor

punches to the shoulder or a swift calf kick to the leg.

Slick enjoys spying on everybody, including the fossa brothers,

Broosa and Toulousa, notorious thieves who made random appearances

in their neck of the woods every season. To date, Slick has only caught

mere glimpses of the two ruffians plotting together, but never actually

catching them redhanded. Naive to the consequences of a face-to-face

encounter with any fossa, let alone Broosa and Tolousa, young Slick still

entertained the fantasy of being the kid who caught the most famous

thieves ever to inhabit Madagascar.

 

About the Author

 I am B.K. Boshell, I research and sponge off my parents because $14 is still the minimum in Florida. I am currently a sophomore in high school, play varsity basketball, and enjoy spending time in nature. Writing is a passion of mine.

 My journey began at the age of nine with a summer experiment into writing that evolved into a passion, which I pursued increasingly as the years progressed. My writing process revolves around noise-cancelling headphones, owl hours, a lot of paper, and a ballpoint pen. I draw my inspiration from the myriad places of research I have found myself in over the years. Creating characters and giving them life is incredibly fulfilling as you channel personal experience, the experience of others, and stories of old into forming something that you hope is compelling.

 Truthfully, I want people to enjoy the book for what it is, but also learn of the arcane and intriguing world that is Madagascar. Whether it be the elephant birds that weighed up to one ton, or the merciless feline-esque fossae, I want people to be thrilled about the bizarre and intriguing facts the island has to offer.


Contact Links

Website

Instagram: @bkboshell

 

Purchase Links

Amazon

B&N



RABT Book Tours & PR

Sunday, June 29, 2025

Book Tour ~ Burying Ben - The Dot Meyerhoff Mystery Series by Ellen Kirschman

 

https://partnersincrimetours.com/burying-ben-by-ellen-kirschman/ Banner

BURYING BEN

by Ellen Kirschman

June 23-29, 2025 Book Blast

Synopsis:

Burying Ben by Ellen Kirschman

The Dot Meyerhoff Mystery Series

 

As her police department’s newest hire, police psychologist Dot Meyerhoff has much to prove. No one on the force sees any reason to have a shrink on staff. When a rookie cop commits suicide, everyone blames Dot—even Dot herself. How had she missed the signs that he was at the end of his rope?

With her reputation on the line, Dot searches for answers. What she discovers is the dark underbelly of a police force that has no patience for a woman who asks too many questions. Determined to get to the truth behind the young officer’s tragic death, Dot risks losing both her job and her life. . .

Burying Ben is on Sale, June 23-29! Click Here and Start Reading the Series Today!

Praise for Burying Ben:

"A deftly crafted novel of compelling complexity," this first book in the mystery series featuring cop therapist Dr. Dot Meyerhoff is "absorbing".
~ Midwest Book Review

"Riveting, compelling and authentic! Ellen Kirschman’s been-there done-that experience makes this a real standout."
~ Hank Phillippi Ryan, USA Today-bestselling author of The House Guest

"Psychological thriller writing at its finest."
~ D.P. Lyle, award-winning author of the Jake Longly series

"Highly satisfying . . . Perceptively treats complex racial, feminist, personal, and political issues while providing intimate knowledge of cops’ shop procedure."
~ Publishers Weekly

"Gutsy and emotionally anchored in real life."
~ Hallie Ephron, New York Times–bestselling author of Careful What You Wish For

"Ellen Kirschman is one to watch."
~ Bookreporter.com

Book Details:

Genre: Mystery, Psychological Suspense, Domestic Suspense, Amateur Sleuth, Woman Sleuth, Police Procedural
Published by: Open Road Media
Publication Date: April 23, 2024
Number of Pages: 280
ISBN: 9781504094160 (ISBN10: 1504094166)
Series: The Dot Meyerhoff Mystery Series, Book 1
Book Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | BookShop.org | Goodreads | BookBub | Open Road

The Rest of The Dot Meyerhoff Mystery Series

The Right Wrong Thing
The Right Wrong Thing, #2
The Fifth Reflection
The Fifth Reflection, #3
The Answer to His Prayers
The Answer to His Prayers, #4
Call Me Carmela
Call Me Carmela, #5

Read an excerpt:

From Chapter 1

It is a day of firsts. My first day on the job and my first dead body. Chief Baxter wants me to see it. His whole face is concentrated with the effort to make his point, as though he were explaining blood spatter analysis or the biomechanics of tasers. He is wearing gold cufflinks shaped like barbells. Short and barrel chested, he looks like a well-dressed fireplug. I can imagine him as a street cop, pugnacious and badge heavy.

“Don’t sit around your office and wait for cops to come to you. That’s why I’m giving you a car and a scanner. Get out in the field.”

He speaks in short staccato bursts as though he is transmitting over the radio, dropping any unessential words. A slight spray of saliva leaves shiny droplets on his desktop. He walks around the desk and stands close to me. I smell his pine-scented aftershave and mouthwash.

“This is why I have credibility. I make it my business to suit up and get out on the street once a month. I stay in shape. And I always carry.” He opens his jacket and shows me his shoulder holster. He is wearing “a custom fitted dress shirt that shows off the inverted triangle made by his broad shoulders and narrow waist. “Street cops are the lifeblood of this organization. The street is where I started. I’ve never forgotten that and I don’t want anyone else to.”

He leans against the edge of his desk, his arms folded over his chest. “I have a rookie on scene at a suicide. Ben Gomez. He’s been having trouble. Talk to his field training officer. See what you can do to help him. I’ve met the kid. Not my best hire, but I think he’s salvageable.” He lifts his index finger. “I’m putting a lot of faith in you, Dot. I’ve had a lot of trouble in my organization since I took over as chief. Some days I feel like Typhoid Mary. I’ve got four officers on stress leave and three on admin leave under investigation. No telling when any of them will come back to work. I have a small organization—seventy-five officers. I can’t afford to lose this rookie, too. It’s bad for morale plus my overtime budget is off the charts.”

He extends his hand to me. “It’s one thing to study us and write books about us. It’s another thing to hit the streets with us. You come highly recommended by Mark Edison. That says a lot. Most men don’t have much good to say about their former wives.”

He laughs a little too loudly. I wonder if he has an ex and, if he does, what she was like.

“So, welcome aboard. I know this is a tall order, but Dr. Edison said you’re the one for the job. Don’t disappoint me or him. Now, get in your car and get out in the field.” He opens the door to his office and shows me out.

As the new department psychologist, I am in no position to protest or to tell him that I’m scared to death because I’ve never seen a dead body before. Not even my father’s. What if I embarrass myself, faint or, God forbid, get sick to my stomach? I wonder how he expects me to suit up. Maybe I should put wheels on my “couch and tow it behind my car?

The radio traffic on my scanner crackles briskly, drowning out my thumping heart. Listening to it is a guilty pleasure, like eavesdropping. This is the best of two possible worlds, close to the action but at a safe remove– the unobserved observer listening to the breathlessness of the chase, the escalating octaves that betray fear, the barked commands, the unnatural calm of the dispatcher, and the final “Code 4” signaling that the short reign of terror has given way to hours of report writing and investigation.

I drive under a cool green canopy of old oaks. Light filters through the leaves dappling the street. Fifty years ago this old northern California neighborhood was considered the ultimate in affordable, architect-designed family houses. Now the current selling prices are beyond my reach and the reach of any Kenilworth cop, firefighter or schoolteacher. Neighbors are congregating in small worried clusters on the sidewalk in front of a uniquely shabby one story home. They watch as I park my car. I take ten slow deep breaths and step to the sidewalk. Spindly trees flank the walk that leads to the front door. The grass on either side of the cracked concrete path is brown and freckled with splotches of hard, dry dirt. The front door is open. I grit my teeth and walk in.

***

Excerpt from Burying Ben by Ellen Kirschman. Copyright 2013 & 2024 by Ellen Kirschman. Reproduced with permission from Ellen Kirschman. All rights reserved.

 

 

Author Bio:

Ellen Kirschman

Ellen Kirschman, Ph.D. is a police psychologist. and clinician at the First Responders Support Network. She is a member of the International Association of Chiefs of Police, The American Psychological Association, Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and the Public Safety Writers Association. She is the recipient of the California Psychological Association’s award for distinguished contribution to psychology as well as the American Psychological Association’s award for outstanding contribution to the practice of police and public safety psychology. Ellen brings her expertise and decades-long experience to both fiction and non-fiction. She is the author of three non-fiction books and a five-book mystery series featuring police psychologist Dot Meyerhoff.

Catch Up With Ellen Kirschman:

EllenKirschman.com
Amazon Author Profile
Goodreads
BookBub - @EllenKirschman
Instagram - @ellen.kirschman.copdoc
Facebook - @ellen.kirschman

 

 

Tour Participants:

Visit these other great hosts on this tour for more opportunities to WIN in the giveaway!

Click here to view the Tour Schedule

 

 

Win Big! Enter Now for Your Chance to Win!

This is a giveaway hosted by Partners in Crime Tours for Ellen Kirschman. See the widget for entry terms and conditions. Void where prohibited.

Can't see the giveaway? Click Here!

 

 

Get More Great Reads at Partners In Crime Tours

 

Book Tour ~ To Sing Like A Mockingbird by Jan Notzon

 



Literary Fiction

Date Published: 01-13-2025

 

 

In a school/reformatory, a teacher fights his own loss of faith in the power of education and the twin assaults of drug cartels, their hired assassins among his students. and the blind idealism of his principal.

 

As he stood contemplating the poster of John-John on the wall, he heard behind him, “Escuse me, Meester Kopechne…?” He suddenly became aware that the address had been repeated a third time.

     He snapped round to the door, startled. “Miz de los Ángeles. Mimi.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What are you…? Hey, are you alright?”

     “Oh, yes. Eet was nothing. An’ you? Are you alright?”

     Justin was rather intrigued by her solicitude. “Well, yes. Why do you ask?”

     “I heard you and Mees Hopewell arguing. An’ I saw Meesees Kopechne come out. She looked upset.”

     Justin was surprised and rather embarrassed that a student had witnessed the knock-down drag-out between himself and the school principal. “Uh, Mimi, you know you really shouldn’t stay in the school building after classes are over. Why do I find you here after hours so often?”

     At this point, still seeing Justin as teacher and authority figure, Mimi was a bit concerned about his disapproval. “I was joos’…I joos’ deedn’t wan’ to go yet.”

     “Mimi, Bee Bee is in custody. He can’t hurt you anymore. Come on, I’ll—”

     “Ees not that. I’m use’ to that.”

     “You used to—?”

     She hurriedly interrupted him to avoid the question or objection she knew he was going to make. “—Ees tha’…I wan’ to wait until ees not so hot…so bright—after thee sun goes down.”

     “Mimi, this time of year the sun going down doesn’t make all that much difference in the temperature.”

     “I know. But eet feels cooler. Menos fuerte…Eh, not so…e-strong(?).”

     Justin hesitated, trying to get a feeling for exactly what was going on there. Was she telling the truth about her concerns? “Mimi, you’re trembling.”

“No, ees’ nothing. Eet happens often. I’m use’ to eet, too. I joos’ wan’ to wait a while, joos’ until ees not so bright outside. E-eef you don’ min’.”

The fact that that was the second time she’d mentioned brightness aroused Justin’s curiosity. He wondered exactly what it was that she was afraid of…or concerned about. “All right. Can you tell me what it really is that frightens you?”

She hesitated. “…You’ll theenk I’m crasy.”

“No, Mimi, I won’t. I promise.”

“Ee’s why I’m here. For what I deed, yes, but tha’ was joos’ a part of eet. Eet came from that. I can’ stand to go out during thee day. There ees joos’ too mush! Too mush noise and bother. The air ees so hot an’ thee weend blows so lonely and desolado; like it would burn your skeen off. An’ eet carries the smell of…pudre(?).

“Rot.”

“But worst of all, ee’s too bright!—too brigh’ to see anytheeng! I get lost weeth thee sun piercing my eyes like a thousand needles. Eet all comes flooding eento me. Thee people so lonely, thee creepled dogs weeth nothing on their bones. I get so co’fused and …separada…e-separate. Scared of losing, of being lost.” She paused a moment to look at her teacher, hoping against hope that he might understand. “Soy loca, ¿no?” Justin shakes his head no. “I am.”

Justin sighs. “…Maybe the world is crazy, Mimi.” Justin came to a decision. “Tell you what: why don’t we sit down and talk for a while till the sun sets. Then we’ll get you back to your dorm.” He sat back in an armchair, and after a moment’s hesitation, Mimi finally lights on the sofa facing him. “Now, is there something you wanted to tell me or ask me?”

“Well, I… Thee las’ poem we talked about een class…?”

Acquainted with the Night. Yes…? What about it?”

“I…I’m sorry no one else was eenterested.”

Justin was amazed at her perception and her feeling of empathy. It made him hesitate a moment in wonder at such insight, such awareness, in one so young. “Yes, well…that’s something I have to learn to accept at a school like this. Or so I’m told.”

Mimi hesitated but was just too fascinated. “Why are you here, Meester Kopechne? Eet seems like you should be teaching at some beeg colleje or sometheeng.”

This was a thorny issue for Justin, and he answered a bit brusquely. “Yes well, questions like that never have simple answers, do they? Uh, there was something about the Frost poem.”

Mimi sensed his discomfort and in uncertainty started to get up to leave. “I joos’…I don’ know.”

“No wait, wait, Mimi. I-I’m sorry. I… Please…please sit.” Justin took a moment to get over being embarrassed by Mimi’s question. “…It’s a beautiful poem, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes! Eet…I don’ know how to say eet. Ee’s… well, I never heard what I thought and felt said so…so…”

“Uhm, accurately...?” Justin suggested.

     “Yes, but more than that. Een Santo Niño where I leeved, I use’ to go for walks een thee night. You know, when I was…when I needed to be alone—alone weeth my dog?” She started to cry at the mention of her beloved companion. Justin recognized the pain and wondered how far he could go to comfort her. Crying copious tears, she continued. “An’ eet always felt so…I mean, thee dark was e-scary but at thee same time eet was like being…en madre(?).

     Justin was fascinated. “In the womb.”

     “Y…Yes.”

     With a bit of a smile, Justin said, “I guess it sounds more poetic in Spanish.”

     Mimi took Justin’s interest as license to go on. “I ha’ sush though’s when I use’ to walk at night. An’ sush feelings. But I can’ say them. Eet was like he, eh…like he was e-saying them for me.”

Justin started to speak but then stopped himself.

“Ee’s e-strange an’ eet makes no e-sense but eet was so alone tha’ I had thees feeling of not being…separada, e-separate…of not being one theeng or another, but like being all…of losing yourself een that darkness, that blackness an’ becoming all of eet. Eet makes no sense, but eet felt like eef you made yourself alone enough, you could finally be…eh, together…whole.” She paused in an embarrassed concern that what she was saying were the words of a lunatic. “I don’ know.”

     Justin paused in absolute amazement, then finally said, “I don’t know, either.”

     “I know, ees e-stupid. Eet makes no e-sense.”

     “Mimi, that’s not what I meant. Not at all.”

     After a moment, once she was assured that her teacher was not taking what she was saying as utter lunacy, she continued. “We leeved almos’ een thee country, at thee etch of town. The eh…como se dice?”

     “…Outskirts?” Justin suggested.

     “Tha’s a funny word.”

     Justin took a moment to think about that. “Yes, it is,” he chuckled.

     “I would go as far from thee e-ceety as I could eento the desert because eet would be darker there and I could joos’ get lost een eet—lost een thee huge blanket of e-stars so e-soft and gentle, een all thee darkness, like wrapped een a…capullo(?)”

“A cocoon.”

“Not joos’ because I deedn’t have to do anytheeng but not have to decide anytheeng, judge anytheeng, be anytheeng. Ay, I feel so e-stupeed!”

     Justin just managed to get in a quiet “No—” before Mimi continued.

     “—but eet was thee e-sounds and e-smells and thee feel of e-sand through my toes—thee…e-swirling of the chotacabras?...eh, naighthawks(?), thee tecolotes(?)”

     “Owls.”

     They sound so…foreign or…” She couldn’t think of the word… “Ay!”

     “Alien…?” Justin offered.

     “Yes!”

     “Probably screech owls.” He did his best to approximate the eerie whistle of the eastern screech owl.

     “¡Sí, sí, así! And thee horses, eh…” Mimi has trouble pronouncing it “wheen-y-eeng and thee cows, and thee coyotes howling so lonely, the fluttering of the murciélagos…eh, bats! An’ all like that.

“Ees deeferent from what Meester Frost heard and e-saw but somehow ee’s thee same, you know?”

     “Yes, I do know,” Justin answered with an emphasis.

“Eet was like I could get lost in thee night…een all the others, thee life, thee e-sounds an’ e-smells so e-soft an’ gentle; an’ be weeth them, este…of them. Like they would e-swallow me eenside them an’ I cou’ be. Not be! Like een water, joos’ floating, weeth all…all. Like being…en madre.” She looked deeply into her teacher’s eyes. ¿Me entiende?”

Justin took a breath in wonder at what he had just heard. “Oh, yes, I do understand. I certainly do.” They looked at each other for a long moment. It became unsettling for both. “I’m, uh…I’m glad you came, Mimi, that’s…really…” The discomfort seemed to increase for Justin, and he was impelled to stand.  “Well, listen. I, uh…I-I’ve got a lot of papers to grade here…lesson plans to figure out. Uh…”

“Oh, oh chure. Of course.” She stood, glanced quickly at him and started for the door, then stopped before stepping through it and turned around. “Can I as’ you one more theeng?”

“…Of course.”

“Who ees thees boy een thee peecture?”

The question aroused Justin’s own curiosity. “Why do you want to know that?”

“Many times, when I pass by ou’side, I see you e-staring at eet…when you are not leestening to the sinsontes, eh…mock-ing-birts.”

Justin started to comment on her interest, even preoccupation with him, then thought better of it. “That’s John-John. John Kennedy’s son—at his father’s funeral. Do you know who he was, John Kennedy?”

“Was he a preseedent?

“Yes. Do you know what happened to him?”

“Was he keeled?”

“Yes. The word is ‘assassinated’.”

“Oh, like een Spaneesh, asesinado.”

“Yes.” Again, they looked at each other another awkward moment.

She tried to pronounce the word in English. “When was he ass-ass-een-ated?”

     “Uh, November 22, 1963. Why?”

“What time in thee day?

“Uh, I think it was around twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Why?”

“Een thee daytime.”

Justin’s curiosity at her questions mounted. “Yes…Why?”

Mimi paused for a good while, looking at the picture herself. Then back to Justin. “I don’ know.” She again stopped herself before the open doorway and turned to say, “Thank you Meester Kopechne.”

“Oh, thank you. This was a wonderful conversation. I’ve definitely learned from it.”

Mimi started out the door but stopped again, not looking back at first.

“Mimi…? Is there something else?”

She turned around this time and said, “The poem, you… No, joos’ thank you.”

“Mimi, what about the poem?”

She hesitated, then with her gaze averted, said, “I loved thee way you read eet.”

For a moment, Justin is moved beyond an ability to speak. He is just able to get out a quiet, “Thank you.”

Again, Mimi hesitated. “What, Mimi?”

“Well, I was joos’ wondering, uh…eef you could maybe…? No.” She turns to go.

“Mimi, what?”

“Eef you cou’ e-say eet again? Or joos’ a part of eet?”

For a considerable moment, Justin was so touched and so intrigued that he simply stood there in amazement at this uncannily poetic, sainted soul, so out of place in this chasm of depravity. He wondered how she could possibly survive it. He was also unnerved by how much he was drawn to her, being like drink to a man dying of thirst. Finally, he just acceded to her request.

“…All right.”


 

 

About the Author


Jan Notzon is a novelist and playwright in Charlotte, NC.

His first novel, The Dogs Barking, is a coming-of-age story set in a sleepy backwater Texas border town in the 1950s. And Ye Shall Be As Gods, recounts a brother’s fight to rescue his sister from the clutches of despair and his lost love from catatonia. The Id Paradox, is the story of three friends, assumed betrayal, rescue and healing from the horrors of spiritual annihilation.  Song for The Forsaken chronicles the tale of two sisters and the loss of faith that tests the bond between them. Suffer Not the Mole People, is the story of a family's travails as they make their way from Poland to the United States in 1866. ONLY THE DEAD tells the personal stories of three families, one Anglo and two Mexican as they participate in the establishment of the Mexican and Texas Republics. His seventh novel To Sing Like a Mockingbird is now available on Amazon.

 

Contact Links

Website

Facebook

Twitter

Goodreads

Instagram

 

Purchase Link

Amazon

 

 

a Rafflecopter giveaway 


RABT Book Tours & PR