Thursday, March 12, 2026

Release Blitz ~ Goose - Satan's Fury MC - Little Rock by L Wilder

 

Title: Goose
Series: Satan's Fury MC, Little Rock
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 10, 2026
Cover Model: Matia
Photographer: Wander Aguiar


Trouble had found its way to our doorstep, and it hadn’t come alone.
And now, things were shifting under our feet.
Every move mattered.
Any mistake was a hit we couldn’t afford.

And through the lies, the blood, and the betrayal, there was her.

She was part of my past I couldn’t bury.
I never expected to see her again, but there she was.
Beautiful as ever and a pull I couldn’t shake

It was time to face the truth.

Love doesn’t play fair.
Blood doesn’t always mean family.
And the choices we make aren’t always the right ones.

I’m Goose.
This is my story.
And if you think you know how this ends… trust me. You don’t.













Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Seller, L. Wilder, writes about hot, alpha men and the women who love them. She currently has six series available for readers: The Devil Chaser's MC, Satan's Fury MC, Satan's Fury MC-Memphis, the Redemption Series, the Happy Endings Collection, and the Ruthless Sinners MC. If you're looking for a book that will keep you on the edge of your seat and have you smiling like a school girl at the end, L. Wilder is the author for you.




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Book Tour ~ The Helmsman of Anthesis by Lee Hodiak

 




Historical Fiction

Date Published: March 12th

Publisher: Acorn Publishing



William Sukara, a gregarious dreamer, emerges from the 1950s an estranged son. In divorce debt and with limited visitation rights as a father, he searches for order in failure. Pursuing self-discipline as an answer, he enlists in the Navy, volunteers for underwater demolition team training, and survives the elite course.

With five other team members, he raises his hand for a clandestine mission, knowing only that it's a “hundred day operation in a warm climate." They are led by a mysterious civilian who alludes that their authorization comes from the Oval Office, and they are to operate with extreme malice. They revolt, escaping under bizarre circumstances.


The Helmsman of Anthesis is a raw, close to the nerve, psychological thriller about a mission gone wantonly mad.

 

They listened to what they knew was coming—they were here to kill people. The starkness still came as an abominable commission, a heart in ice. They stared at a cartographer’s depiction of where two peasant nations met along a broad maze. The vague wilderness, a nameless swamp, could be covered with one hand. But in their overwhelmed minds it was a distant planet, a place where they were to do unimaginable things. In varying degrees, they tried to get past the moral shock, the yuk factor, or set it aside.

Yet there was something else realized, barely discernible, only subliminally noted. Or maybe, even forbidden to recognize, a sensation of heady sway, they didn’t analyze the feeling couched in the Kemo’s rote. His sweeping authorization, romanced with user-friendly history, vouchsafed by a homeland frolicking in certainty, with an omniscient overseer taking notes, won their high ground. For the only creature that existence is a question, they were handed a prepared answer, suitable for eternal framing.

Erickson rolled on, “In a remote possibility, what are you to do if you are sure people have come ashore? If you decide to leave your tree position, I want you to take two items with you. Unlatch the infrared unit and store it in your empty pack. Pull the bolt out of the rifle and secure it in a separate pouch. You may be in a hurry but check that the flaps are buckled up. Leave everything else.”

For a covert operation, somewhere between notional and nascent, his detailing was like a veteran Scout Master’s tenth summer camp. “With your pack on, descend, pulling the line down, take it with you for a way. Find the string you tied when you arrived, to the opposite side of the island.”

With meticulous visualizing, he finished how an escape would play out. “Once at the water’s edge, swim across to the next island. If you think it’s necessary, find your way across and swim to the next piece of land. I don’t foresee someone trying to follow you; remember, you still have your sidearm on your belt and three clips of ammo.”

Reassuringly, he tacked on, “You’ll have more problems with mosquitoes than with some barefoot fool trying to find you in the dark. After that, stay put, we’ll find you in the morning. You’ll hear the boat’s engines or horn. Use your whistle to help locate you.”

There it was, after five weeks of exclusion from a scheme, they were now privy to a grand mal of excitement. They never imagined this sobering now, as the night never suspects what day brings. Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle came together; they were elevated to the inner sanctum, they were lofty.

A zephyr blurred the mirroring river, gently squeezing Apollyon against her rubber fenders with a moaning lament. Air flowed through the doorways and ports, unnoticed by a circle of conspirators.

Searching faces, Erickson said, “Any questions so far?”

One after another, he fended off what-if inquiries. His responses confirmed whoever claimed genesis for their plan had considered every possible hiccup.

“Keep your repellent in your pocket. If you have to swim, you can reapply later.” 

“You’ll have a plastic bottle to pee in, so you don’t smell up the area under your position.” 

“You’ll take a pill that will keep you alert all night.”

As the Q&A slowed, Valdes queried their leader’s sudden openness, “Why all this super secrecy? We’re all cleared to hug an atomic bomb.”

Up to then, his answers to their questions had been returned with ping-pong responses, but now he delayed. Gazing out the doorway into their sylvan seclusion, he momentarily drifted away.

 Then he turned to Sukara, saying, “You once asked if the president knew about this operation.” Glancing at the others, he offered a hypothesis. “Well, let’s just say . . . if . . . he and a tight inner circle of advisers know. And . . . if . . . he authorized this and other covert assistance, and . . . if . . . he ordered he was to be kept abreast of all operations. Allowing all these ifs, then his exposure to introducing U.S. military personnel into an offensive role with a sovereign country without any clear and present danger could put him in an awkward position. It would be politically suicidal, both domestically and geopolitically. Congress could view the president’s actions as an impeachable offense. As I’ve said, if . . . this is the commander in chief’s show.”

The six riveted souls would never know to their dying day if what they just heard possessed any validity. But it didn’t matter; it had its desired effect. All through brunch they had been fed elitist words, energizing them to storm imagined threats to the sacred, state nation. Now with the addition of a wink-wink-nudge-nudge innuendo connecting them to the Oval Office, there was initiated a launch sequence, heading for antiquity. 

It was all very well to be under the endorsement of the apparent creator of the universe. But He/She/It was invisible, not known for pinning on medals, handshakes, and photo ops. But for the president of the United States to be watching, who could even know them by name, was something else again. Or so it seemed.

 

About the Author

At age twenty, Lee Hodiak joined the Navy and spent most of his enlistment attached to Underwater Demolition Team 12. After serving, he joined the San Diego Police Department but realized he needed to follow his passion for wilderness travel and adventure instead. He went on to backpack the Baja California Peninsula, built a thirty-six-foot sloop, and lived in Australia for twenty years.
Now a resident of Central California, Lee enjoys birdwatching and living by the ocean. Sixty years in the making, The Helmsman of Anthesis is his debut novel.

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Book Blitz ~ If There is A God - Karma by Hope Nulf

 




Inspirational, Spiritual Growth

Date Published: February 12, 2026

 

 


 This book is a follow up to “Trans in the time of trump” as the cruelty and fascism of our new country only increased. The problems with my doodles are that prior to transition they kept me alive. However now that they have become my voice of activism their fuel is cruelty, and there is absolutely no shortage of material with this administration.

Where once Doodle was just a joy for me now we’d all be better off if I had nothing to draw.

 


About the Author

 


 I am a trans special education teacher and 10 years ago I started cartooning books for kids and parents that were in trouble. I did 8 books for kids that were picked on or disliked, and then my country went away.

In the face of treatment of trans people, brown people, and the growing abuse of all minorities I had to change Doodle from a comforting friend to a mirror I could hold up to rednecks.

She is my activism. A far cry from my mother’s activism in the 60s, but it is what I can add to the fight.

 

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Release Blitz ~ The Helmsman of Anthesis by Lee Hodiak

 




Historical Fiction

Date Published: March 12th

Publisher: Acorn Publishing



William Sukara, a gregarious dreamer, emerges from the 1950s an estranged son. In divorce debt and with limited visitation rights as a father, he searches for order in failure. Pursuing self-discipline as an answer, he enlists in the Navy, volunteers for underwater demolition team training, and survives the elite course.

With five other team members, he raises his hand for a clandestine mission, knowing only that it's a “hundred day operation in a warm climate." They are led by a mysterious civilian who alludes that their authorization comes from the Oval Office, and they are to operate with extreme malice. They revolt, escaping under bizarre circumstances.


The Helmsman of Anthesis is a raw, close to the nerve, psychological thriller about a mission gone wantonly mad.

About the Author

At age twenty, Lee Hodiak joined the Navy and spent most of his enlistment attached to Underwater Demolition Team 12. After serving, he joined the San Diego Police Department but realized he needed to follow his passion for wilderness travel and adventure instead. He went on to backpack the Baja California Peninsula, built a thirty-six-foot sloop, and lived in Australia for twenty years.
Now a resident of Central California, Lee enjoys birdwatching and living by the ocean. Sixty years in the making, The Helmsman of Anthesis is his debut novel.

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Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Teaser ~ Cat Came Back by Anne Kane

 




2nd Chance Romance, Paranormal Suspense

Date Published: March 13, 2026

 


Cat’s come back to town. Jacob plans to keep her here.

When Catherine’s aunt dies in a suspicious accident, she comes back to her hometown to settle the estate. She expects it to be an easy job, but she doesn’t count on being chased by a pack of wild wolves, and an unknown enemy who sprays graffiti on the house and throws bricks through her windows. When the local police force proves less than helpful, it’s up to Cat to find out what’s going on with the help of her all too human lover, Jacob.

Known as the Mad Trapper, Jacob has been in love with Cat since high school. Now that she’s back in town he intends to show her that a human-shifter relationship can be just what a were-cat needs to keep her out of trouble.

 



EXCERPT

 

Cat could hear them behind her, howling in triumph as she streaked across the hard-crusted snow in the direction of town. Her breath was labored, coming in ragged gasps. There was only one place she could think of where she'd be safe, where the pack would be too afraid to follow her. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure she'd be any safer there than she was with the pack breathing down her neck.

She'd been away from Hunter's Canyon, her hometown in the frozen heights of the Rocky Mountain wilderness, for far too long. When she was barely more than a kitten halfway through high school, she'd migrated to the southern states where the temperatures were warm and life was easy. She'd forgotten how deadly the wolf packs could be when they found a bobcat wandering in the bush, alone. She prayed to any deity who'd listen that her latest mistake wouldn't prove to be fatal.

Up ahead, the lights of town twinkled invitingly. She could hear the music of the Dance Hall beckoning her with its cheerful lilt, but she veered away from it toward a log cabin at the closer edge of town. She squelched the arrow of fear that lanced through her, threatening to freeze her in her tracks.

The Mad Trapper lived in that cabin. They didn't call him Mad for nothing. The man defied all social norms, doing what he wanted when he wanted and be damned to all the gossips in town who thought he should behave himself. He'd been a gangly teenager the last time Cat had seen him, but she still remembered the surprising strength in his hands when he'd wrenched open the jaws of the trap. She'd been careless that day too, and back then the iron leg hold traps had been in common use. He'd rescued her from sure death, but then kept her locked in one of those damn dog carriers for days while he smeared smelly goop on the wound. She wasn't sure what was in the goop -- but it hurt like the devil.

In retrospect he'd probably saved her leg, but at the time she was sure he'd hurt her on purpose. The first time he'd left the door of the carrier unlatched, she'd escaped and fled out an open window. Soon after, her family had moved south and she'd barely given the awkward teen another thought. Now here she was heading for his doorstep, hoping he would save her. Again. Some things never change.

He'd expanded the cabin since she'd been away. The rickety front porch she remembered had been replaced with a deck that ran the full length of the house and wrapped around the side. Streaking up the wooden stairs, she plastered herself against the front door and turned to face her attackers.

For as long as she could remember, there had been a werewolf pack in town and at first, she had assumed it was them. She'd gone to grade school with Jack, the alpha. While he wasn't what she'd call a social butterfly, he was a nice enough guy for a werewolf. He'd have no compunctions about letting his pack chase her for a little fun and excitement, but he'd draw the line at actually hurting her.

When one of the mutts had managed to get close enough to rake his fangs down her hindquarters, she'd realized she was in trouble. These were real wolves, with a real desire to maim and kill. They were bigger than she was, and could probably outlast her in a flat out run. She just hoped their instinct for self-preservation would keep them away from the Mad Trapper's cabin.

So far, so good. The entire pack came to a halt a good ten feet from the deck, milling around on the front lawn in a seething pile of fur. The mutt who'd gotten his fangs on her seemed to be the ringleader, growling softly and trying in vain to urge the others forward. The rest of the pack didn't seem to be inclined to take his advice. A smaller bitch, with gray streaking her muzzle, snapped at him in annoyance when he tried to herd her forward. The mutt snarled softly and turned toward the deck. He made a quick rush that halted just shy of the stairway, his teeth glinting sharply in the bright light of the full moon.

Yeah, a full moon. She'd been dumb enough to decide to go for a run all by her lonesome on the night of a full moon. She arched her back, fluffing her fur up to make herself look larger than she really was while she hissed and spat at the wolf. If he decided to attack alone, she just might stand a chance of fighting him off. At least she hoped she did. Bobcats were no slouches in a fight. So long as his buddies didn't rush in to back him up, she could handle a wolf one on one.

Her side ached, and she could feel the muscles starting to stiffen. Great. It would probably scar too. She turned her head to swipe her tongue at the dripping blood. The wound was worse than she'd thought.

One of the pack, an older male, sat on his haunches and lifted his muzzle toward the moon. He began to howl, the sound wild and plaintive. One by one, the rest of the pack joined in.

Her attacker seemed torn, glancing between his intended prey and his brethren singing to the moon. If she could have, she would have crossed her fingers and wished for him to go back to his pack. Her head started to throb in time to the pain in her side, and she had to concentrate to stay on her feet. Shit! How much blood had she lost?

The rest of the wolves lost interest in her, turning their attention to the pack howl fest. Unfortunately, her attacker was too stubborn to give up just yet. Turning back to face her, he lifted his lips in a silent snarl and began to edge forward, slinking up the stairs.

"Well now. What do we have here?" The soft glow of firelight spilled out onto the deck as the door to the cabin swung open. "Ahh. So the cat really did come back. I heard you were back in town. Grown into a real nice kitty, I see. You might as well come in and let me put some salve on that scrape of yours."

Cat whirled to stare at the trapper in amazement. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the wolf pack melt silently into the night, the big mutt that had attacked her going with them. Her gamble had paid off. So far.

 

About the Author

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog whose breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

She has two handsome sons and six adorable grandchildren and enjoys spending time with them whenever she can. Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

 

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