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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

"Tail of the Dragon" by Connie di Marco

Tail of the Dragon
(Zodiac Mystery Book 3)
by Connie di Marco

Tail of the Dragon (Zodiac Mystery Book 3) by Connie di Marco

Tail of the Dragon, the third book in the Zodiac Mystery series by Connie di Marco, will be released 8 August but is currently available for pre-order. Also available: The Madness of Mercury (read my blog post) and All Signs Point to Murder (read my blog post).

The Madness of Mercury by Connie di MarcoAll Signs Point to Murder by Connie di Marco

Tail of the Dragon is currently on tour with Great Escapes Virtual Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

For another book by this author (writing as Connie Archer), please check out my blog post on Ladle to the Grave.

San Francisco astrologer Julia Bonatti never thought murder would be part of her practice, but when her former boss and current client asks for help she agrees to go undercover at his law firm. Three people have received death threats and the only common denominator between them is a case long settled–the infamous Bank of San Francisco fire. Julia’s astrological expertise provides clues but no one wants to listen. Before she can solve the mystery, two people are dead and her own life is in danger. Julia must unmask the killer before he, or she, takes another life.

I pulled up to the garage door and searched for the opener.  It wasn’t in my purse, the last place I had seen it.  I checked the glove compartment.  Empty.  Where had it gotten to?  I gave up the search, backed out to the curb and climbed out.  I’d have a search for it tomorrow.  I climbed the stairs, unlocked the door and called to Wizard.  He didn’t come to greet me.  I heard his bell jingle somewhere in the apartment.  It wasn’t like him not to rush to the top of the stairs to greet me.  I turned on the lamp on the hallway table and spotted his paws underneath. 
“Wiz, what are you doing?  Come on out for a hug.”  I petted his paws and made kissing sounds.  Wiz returned the affection with a gurgle and rushed out to my arms.  “What are you doing hiding there?”  I cuddled him as I walked into the living room.  I flicked on the wall switch and stood in stunned horror.  My apartment had been trashed.
The room was in shambles.  A ceramic vase lay shattered in a hundred pieces on the floor.  Books had been tossed off the shelves and two of the sofa cushions had been ripped open.  I couldn’t breathe and could barely move.  Wizard mewed and snuggled closer in my arms.  I went back to the hallway, terrified something might have happened to my bronze Buddha.  It was still in its place, probably because it weighs a ton and it’s impossible to lift.  I sighed, it hadn’t guarded my nest very well tonight.  In the kitchen, dishes from the cabinet were smashed.  Food from the refrigerator, what there was of it, had been thrown against the walls to drip on to the floor.  Bureau drawers had been dumped out, jewelry flung all over the room.  The pillows on the bed and the comforter were slashed.  The clothes hanging in the small closet, mostly just a couple of suits and some jeans and sweaters that I had been wearing that week had been ripped off the hangers and cut to ribbons.
I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.  My hands started to shake.  I knew now why Wizard had been hiding under the table terrified.  Then the thought occurred that someone could still be in the apartment.  Perhaps I had just interrupted the intruder.  I lowered Wizard gently onto the floor and shushed him.  I made a dash for the small coat closet in the hallway where I keep a toolbox.  Opening the door as quietly as possible, I released the catches on the metal box and grabbed a long thick screwdriver.  It was the only thing I could think of in a hurry.   If I had to defend myself, there was a good chance I could do a job on someone with this.  I slipped off my shoes so I could walk silently and, against my instincts, returned to the bedroom where I peeked under the bed.  My hands were still shaking.  Wizard had followed me and now was hiding under the tall bureau, his tail sticking out.  I was tempted to join him.  I picked up the phone and dialed Gale’s number, praying she’d answer.  She picked up on the third ring. 
“Gale.  It’s me.  Can you come right over?”
“Julia?  Sure, honey.  What’s wrong?”
“Tell you when you get here.”  I hung up.  Tiptoeing softly, I walked to the end of the corridor and the office.  Nothing in there had been touched.  Thankfully, the computer was in one piece.  The charts were still stuck on the bulletin board, so whoever it was had either taken no interest in this room or had been interrupted.  I checked the desk drawer where I store my laptop.  It was intact.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  The filing cabinet with hard copies of client charts, just as a backup, was undisturbed.  Everything seemed in order. 
There weren’t too many hiding places in my apartment, and the ones that did exist I knew very well.  I looked in the large walk-in closet in the hallway where most of my clothes were stored.  As usual when I pulled on the knob, the door stuck.  I leaned all my weight on the handle and it released.  If that clothing had been destroyed, it would have been a real blow.  I checked the bathroom, the shower stall and peeked under the bed again for good measure.  I walked very softly down the hall to the living room, made a circuit of that room, checked the coat closet by the top of the stairs again, and the small laundry room next to the kitchen.  Then I went back to the bedroom and pulled out the small case I keep under the bed.  It holds a flashlight, a small radio and a pair of tennis shoes in case of earthquake.  There was only one possible hiding place left and that was the storage area under the stairway.  I tiptoed down the stairs.  The triangular-shaped door is painted the same color as the wall of the hallway and the handle of the door is camouflaged by color as well.  Anyone who wasn’t familiar with the apartment might not even notice this.  I steeled myself in case my intruder was hiding there and lunged out at me.  I pulled open the door and stepped back quickly.  Nothing happened.  I had been holding my breath.  I shone the flashlight around the almost empty space.  Nothing but two boxes of old tax papers and files and a large plastic storage container for extra blankets.  I shut the door and turned the hasp to lock it.  The doorbell rang.  I jumped involuntarily.  It took me a moment to catch my breath.  
I called out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Gale called out from the other side of the door.  I opened it and let her in. 
“How did you get here so fast?” 
“I was just down the street on Clement having a drink.  Are you okay?  Gale took my hand.  What’s going on?” She glanced at the screwdriver I was clutching tightly.  “Holy crap, put that down.  You look like you’ve seen a ghost.  Let’s go up to the kitchen.” 
“Somebody broke in.  Go have a look.  You won’t believe it.” 

Praise for the Book
“The writing style flows smoothly and the book is an easy read. It is written in a such a way that the reader cannot help but be pulled into the story. I found myself reading much later into the night than I had planned.” ~ MJB Reviewers
“This author knows how to get a reader’s attention right from the start. Blood, mystery, murder within the first few pages sure gets a gal excited to read the rest of the mystery.” ~ Bibliophile Reviews
Tail of the Dragon is an edgy mystery that combines astrology and murder to create an engrossing, pulse-pounding tale.” ~ Cozy Up With Kathy
“... the protagonist is unique and the plot multi-dimensional, fleshed with a well developed main character ...” ~ Rosepoint Publishing
“I don’t know what it is about mixing the astrological stuff with murder but it really makes for a great mystery I must say.” ~ Books a Plenty Book Reviews
“If you want a surprise ending, this the book to read! I was blown away by the twist at the end.” ~ Storeybook Reviews

About the Author
Connie di Marco
Connie di Marco is the author of the Zodiac Mystery series from Midnight Ink, featuring San Francisco astrologer Julia Bonatti.
Writing as Connie Archer, she is also the author of the national bestselling Soup Lover’s Mysteries from Berkley Prime Crime. Some of her favorite recipes can be found in The Cozy Cookbook and The Mystery Writers of America Cookbook
Connie is a member of Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and Sisters in Crime. She grew up in New England and now lives on the other coast.

Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win one of five print (US only) or ebook copies of Tail of the Dragon by Connie di Marco.


Monday, May 14, 2018

"30 Noodles" by Reut Barak

30 Noodles
by Reut Barak

30 Noodles by Reut Barak

30 Noodles by Reut Barak is due for release on 18 May but is currently available for pre-order. Follow the tour with Goddess Fish Promotions. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

Join the fun!
This book is all about the warm crunch: pesto, fettuccine, pad thai, and even coconut chicken, all in their raw vegan version. It’s a great way to have a quick, impressive healthy meal.
30 recipes for 30 days of a spiralizing adventure. It’s a whole new way of cooking!
“It’s always great to share food with the people we love, and Raw Munchies book series is all about making something special to have together. It could be an exotic smoothie, a healthy spaghetti, or a portobello mushroom steak. It’s been my greatest challenge and joy to create this book series and open up to this new art: to bring popular and gourmet recipes from around the world to the raw vegan table.” ~ Reut Barak

Book Video

Kelp Noodle Salad
A rich blend of nutrients from the sea with fresh colorful vegetables.
1 tablespoon almond butter
½ cup pine nuts
1 tablespoon cold-pressed olive oil
the juice of 3 lemons
½ teaspoon coconut aminos
1 cup red cabbage
½ red bell pepper
½ cup mint leaves
1 cup parsley
2 tablespoons maple syrup
½ teaspoon oregano
12 ounce (340 grams) bag of Kelp noodles
sprinkle of chili flakes
Preparation time: 30 minutes
Serves Two
In a food processor or high-speed blender, blend the Dressing ingredients until smooth.
Chop cabbage, pepper, mint, and parsley, and mix with the rest of the Vegetables ingredients.
Wash the Kelp noodles well. Mix with the vegetables. Add the Dressing.
Garnish with chopped avocado and chili flakes.

About the Author
Reut Barak is a raw vegan website dedicated to making healthy, gluten-free recipes, that are delicious, easy, and great for detox.
Reut Barak has been an online influencer in the Raw Vegan world since her transformation in 2015:
I started cooking when I was 7, on my own making Challah bread. I was brave. The result was what could only be described as beginner’s luck. I have since had every possible failure in the book (and some of my own).

But I always succeeded in the end, and over the 25 years in the kitchen I mastered cooking. I could make anything I wanted to make. Until I went raw.
A chance night of late Googling on May 25, 2015 exposed me to this new great challenge and I learn new things every single day. Join me!

Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $20 Amazon or B&N gift card.

Plus, purchase your copy of 30 Noodles by Reut Barak on the launch date of 18 May 2018 to receive a stack of freebies. Find out more here.


Friday, May 4, 2018

"Ray Vs the Meaning of Life" by Michael F. Stewart

Ray Vs the Meaning of Life
by Michael F. Stewart

Ray Vs the Meaning of Life by Michael F. Stewart

Ray Vs the Meaning of Life by Michael F. Stewart is due for release on 15 May but is currently available for pre-order. The book is on tour with Xpresso Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

Grandma’s Last Will and Testament names Ray to inherit the trailer park. It’s a million-dollar estate with one hitch: to prove he’s not as aimless as he seems, Ray must discover the meaning of life by the end of the month. (She left the answer in an envelope.) If he fails, the camp goes to his estranged family.
How does anyone find the meaning of life while running a park full of misfit miners, would-be truck racers, and one demanding little girl? There’s a bear too. A grizzly. Maybe that’ll help?

Here’s what killed Grandma:
The garbage truck pulled into Sunny Days RV Park at half past nine. I was gaming in my camper and missed most of it, but there were witnesses. Grandma was checking on the trailers like she did every morning to make sure no one was “cavorting.”
Now my half-sister, Crystal, she was hunting with her rifle out. The .22, for picking off squirrels, even the odd raccoon, you know . . . dinner. But Crystal didn’t kill Grandma. She says Grandma’s dying was the same as one of those domino setups, where one thing follows another.
The truck roared up from the main gate in a direct line headed to the rear, where the garbage was piled. It’d been raining, and mud pooled in the road’s tire ruts.
The way Crystal tells it, she hit that squirrel with the crack of a rifle shot. The bullet knocked it from the tree branch and onto the face of Grandma, who staggered, screeching, into the path of the truck. The truck locked its wheels and slid through the mud like a greased pig through a farmer’s fingers.
But the truck didn’t kill Grandma.
My ma, who had been scrubbing toilets, lurched out of the stalls, bucket sloshing, and witnessed what came next. Says that getting squished by the truck would’ve been better. One of those dream catchers people use to keep away nightmares hung in the truck’s windscreen. Grandma had a weird fear of dream catchers. Seeing the feathers dangling from the web of gut, she screamed and ran toward the garbage pile.
Near the bins, smoke was streaming from Uncle Jamie’s firework shack. He was doing what he’s always doing, mixing various powders and such to concoct his explosions. The whole shack looks like it’s ready to fall over; he just leans the metal sheets together like walls. Says it’s not laziness, but to release pressure in the event of what happens all the time.
In my game, I was protecting a party of rangers, hacking dragon spawn left and right. My trailer’s back in the woods, nearer to Uncle Jamie’s than anyone else’s, and atop a tiny hill to keep it out of the swamp and to improve reception. But this is what I heard happened from those witnesses: Grandma was sprinting, which is a little like a dog with two legs, a front right one and a rear left, trying to run. And smoke was a pouring, and the truck was a roaring and chasing Grandma like a nightmare itself, when Uncle added the wrong powder and . . .
But the fireworks didn’t kill Grandma, either.

Praise for the Book
“Stewart presents readers with a dynamite coming-of-age story … A tale spins its answer to an age-old question into an inclusive, hilarious, and thought-provoking yarn.” ~ Kirkus Reviews
“Please take the time to grab a copy of this amazing novel. I'll defintely be looking for more of Mr. Stewart's books in the future. And if your kids are looking for a great read, just grab one of these, they won't be disappointed.” ~ S.L. Dearing
“This book was surprisingly philosophical, given the absurdity of the characters. I really enjoyed Ray's character development, and the fact that nothing is - or is supposed to be - perfect.” ~ Kat
“This is such a beautiful, warm, wonderful book that I think so many people can benefit from. Check this book out: borrow it, buy it, gift it, just read it and share it widely!” ~ Andrea Johnston
Ray Vs the Meaning of Life by Michael F. Stewart is a witty, charming tale of self-discovery and the challenges that teenagers face as they grow into the world.” ~ Colby

My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.

By Lynda Dickson
When his grandma dies, seventeen-year-old Ray blames himself for her death. To make things worse, her will states that Ray stands to inherit everything. However, there is one condition: Ray has one month to discover the meaning of life, or everything goes to his mother. This sparks a family feud, but does Ray even want to spend the rest of his life in a trailer park? Join Ray as he battles a bear, gamers, his family, his customers, a philosopher, his fears, and even an iceberg. Who will emerge victorious?
From the very first line, you know that this is going to be a humorous, tongue-in-cheek kind of book. And it won’t let you down. It’s not all light, though. There are some dark moments, and you won’t believe how mean Ray’s mother and sister are. There is also a lot of soul searching and philosophy. It’s great to see how Ray grows over the course of the book and how he impacts the rest of the cast of quirky characters. Having owned and run a trailer park for over ten years, I can relate to what Ray went through in that month. I love how the book finishes full-circle, taking us right back to the beginning. 


About the Author
Michael F. Stewart
Michael F. Stewart embraces all forms of storytelling. In 2009, he created Bully For You for Scholastic Canada, a fully functioning social media platform with an embedded interactive story. He’s written graphic novels for Rubicon Publishing’s Boldprint series, illustrated early readers and novellas for Pearson (coming in 2019!), nonfiction texts on Corruption and Children’s Rights; he even tried to convince the world that we needed a location-based storytelling app with augmented reality (NARR8R) - we still do! He’s written adult horror, sci-fi, urban fantasy, and adventure. He’s even written books you’ll never find. But nothing is ever wasted. His most recent book, Counting Wolves, a contemporary YA, was named to Kirkus Reviews “Best Books of 2017” list. The Boy Who Swallows Flies (2018) won Killer Nashville’s Claymore Award, and the Assured Destruction Series won The Creation of Stories: Best YA Award at the Toronto International Book Fair. In 2016, Michael was selected to join the CFC/Entertainment One TV Adaptation Lab.
Herder of four daughters, Michael lives to write in Ottawa where he was the Ottawa Public Library’s Writer in Residence and runs free writing workshops.

Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win one of twenty ebook copies of Ray Vs the Meaning of Life by Michael F. Stewart.