Showing posts with label Jeff Gunhus. Show all posts
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Friday, October 28, 2016

"Jack Templar and the Last Battle" by Jeff Gunhus

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Jack Templar and the Last Battle
(The Templar Chronicles Book 6)
by Jeff Gunhus




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Description
In the last book of the Jack Templar series, Jack and his friends race to stop Ren Lucre before he launches this Creach army against humankind. But the Lord of the Lesser Creach and the Lord of the Zombies hold the last two Jerusalem Stones Jack needs to have any chance of success. To make matters worse, the Oracle predicts that one of their group will die in the upcoming fight, and Jack discovers betrayal among those he trusts most.
Even so, Jack must find the courage to lead his friends into battle. Either they collect the Stones in time to defeat Ren Lucre or die trying. It’s "Do your duty, come what may" no matter the cost. The fate of the world hangs in the balance.

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Excerpt
Before the witch could move, a shadow crashed through the hole in the collapsed roof, snarling and growling. Simultaneously, the cottage door flew open, nearly ripping from its hinges, and something ran into the room moving faster than I could track it. A second later, a person flew in from a side window, landing on the floor with a grunt, rolling and then popping up into a fighting stance.
This last addition was Will, sword pulled, ready for a fight. The other two took me a second because my mind still wasn’t used to their appearance. Daniel had dropped in from the roof, but he was in his werewolf form. Up on his hind legs, he clawed the air in front of him, lines of saliva dripping from his long snout. The shadow that had rushed in from the door was Eva. She stood near the fire, but even in the glow of the flames, her skin appeared pure white, almost translucent. Her posture was perfect, her back slightly arched. Chin out, she stared down the witch as if challenging her to one-on-one combat.
“What took you guys so long?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. You sneaking out without telling anyone. And then trying to cover your tracks,” Will said. “You’re a real bonehead. You know that, right?”
“He knows,” Eva said. “Everyone knows.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I kind of liked it better when it was just me and Bella.”
“Really, looked to me like she was about to let you have it. If you want, we could just leave and –”
“Enough,” the witch yelled, sending the flames higher in the fireplace. “This changes nothing. You think you are any match for me?”
“I don’t know,” Eva said. “You’re looking pretty beat up to me. I feel like I might be able to get a little payback for last time.”
Daniel snarled, chomping the air with his teeth in agreement. The last time we’d had a run-in with Bella of the Woods, she’d easily mopped the floor with Eva and Daniel. I wondered if her ragged appearance meant she was less powerful now – or just more desperate and dangerous.
“We don’t have to do this,” I said. “We all want the same thing.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Templar,” the witch said. “You want to save your friends. Save your father. Save the world by stopping Ren Lucre’s mad plan to start an open war against humans all over the world. All I want is to have my son back.”
I lowered my sword, hoping to buy more time. “You can’t get him back,” I said softly. “I think you must know that by now, even if you don’t want to admit it. Look at all of your attempts,” I said, pointing to the stack of Talib heads against the wall. They all stared, wide-eyed, their mouths opening and closing like fish out of water gasping for air. “That’s not your son. Not really. And you know it never will be.”
The witch hunched over slowly as if each word I said made her chest ache more. I decided to make my final appeal.
“I said this to you last time I was here. If you can’t bring your son back, at least let me take my best shot at avenging his death. Let me have the Jerusalem Stone back so I can continue my quest to defeat Ren Lucre once and for all.”
The witch’s head twitched to the side as if she heard a new noise. Her lips curled into a cruel grin. “Sorry, Jack. That’s not what I had in mind.”
With a high-pitched scream, she pointed her hands at Eva and Daniel. The two of them blew backward as if a battering ram had run into them. That instant, Will was on the move. He was in the air as the witch turned to him, but he’d been just fast enough. He landed both feet on the witch’s chest, kicking her backward.
The dozens of Talib heads opened their mouths, and their screams joined the witch’s. I lunged forward, ducking as she spun around, the hand with the Jerusalem Stone stretched out toward me. I felt a surge of energy pass over my head like a solid thing. No doubt, if I hadn’t ducked, it would have taken my head clean off my shoulders.
I rolled onto the ground and used my momentum to crash into the witch’s legs. It wasn’t the most graceful move, but it worked. The witch tumbled over, her hand with the Jerusalem Stone smashing into the stone hearth. The Stone rolled out of her hand and into the fireplace.
“Bella, don’t!” I yelled.
Too late.
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Praise for the Series
"Nonstop action meets surprises galore as Jack's true nature and abilities assert themselves against overwhelming odds." ~ Publishers Weekly
"Gunhus brings young readers a monster-filled romp to read at their own risk. Gunhus masterfully introduces fully realized characters with whom readers can connect almost instantly. The pacing is quick but not rushed, and events seamlessly progress, complete with action, cliff-hangers and surprise reveals. " ~ Kirkus Reviews
"Jeff Gunhus has crafted another winner in the sequel to Jack Templar: Monster Hunter. Jack Templar and the Monster Hunter Academy brings back our young hero, Jack Templar in another captivating story filled with plot twists and turns." ~ Mother Daughter Books Reviews
"I love these Jack Templar books. They're like a grittier, darker Percy Jackson." ~ Amanda Northrup
"I could not stop reading! Full of action and adventure. I can't wait till the next book! Do your duty, come what may!" ~ Calvin Kaul


About the Author
Jeff Gunhus is the USA Today bestselling author of thriller and horror novels for adults and the middle grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year-old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His books for adults have reached the Top 30 on Amazon, have been recognized as Foreword Reviews Book of the Year Finalists and reached the USA Today bestseller list.
After his experience with his son, he is passionate about helping parents reach young reluctant readers and is active in child literacy issues. As a father of five, he leads an active life in Maryland with his wife Nicole by trying to constantly keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel.

Giveaway
Enter the blast-wide giveaway for your chance to win a $50 Amazon gift card or PayPal cash.

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

"Killer Pursuit" by Jeff Gunhus

REVIEW and GIVEAWAY
Killer Pursuit
(Allison McNeil Thriller Book 2)
by Jeff Gunhus


Killer Pursuit is the second book in the Allison McNeil Thriller series by Jeff Gunhus. Also available: Killer Within.


Killer Pursuit is currently 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 rest of the tour stops as well.



Description
When a high-society call girl is murdered in her Georgetown home, investigators find two cameras hidden in the walls of her bedroom. One has its memory erased, presumably by the murderer. The second is connected to the Internet through an encrypted connection … and no-one knows who’s on the other end.
Special Agent Allison McNeil is asked by beleaguered FBI Director Clarence Mason to run an off-the-record investigation of the murder. The most direct path to apprehending the killer is to find the videos, but with rumors that the victim’s client list may have included Mason’s political enemies, Allison worries about the director’s motives. As she starts her investigation, she quickly discovers that she’s not the only one pursuing the videos. In fact, the most aggressive person racing against her might be the murderer himself.
Note: This book may be enjoyed as a stand-alone novel.


Excerpt
Marshall "Libby" Ashworth had not been nervous for a meeting in years. Although just turned fifty, he had seen too damn much to bother with nerves. Heads of state, U.S. presidents, celebrities, all had been part of his everyday routine for the last two decades and the novelty had long worn off. Just like anyone else, famous people used the john, got stupid when they drank too much, smelled bad when they sweat and were generally more flawed than John Q Public could ever guess.
As a staffer, he’d watched George W. Bush waddle through security briefings asking questions that proved one child had been left behind and he was sitting in the White House. Libby Ashworth was there when that sycophant Clinton said goodnight to the donors who’d ponied up the cash to spend the night in the Lincoln bedroom. He’d cried as the first African-American President was sworn in, only to see him fumble through a presidency high on promise and miserably low on results. And it wasn’t just the executive branch. He’d seen Senate leaders hold up funding for needy families for no other reason than because a bill’s author had bad-talked someone during a poker game. And he’d seen Supreme Court Justices so drunk they couldn’t walk straight, talking trash about the sacred court on which they sat.
He’d seen enough of Washington to know better than to hold the people who worked there in enough regard to ever be nervous to meet them.
Except the meeting today was different.
This meeting had him very nervous.
And that scared him.

Praise for the Book
"Wow! Killer Pursuit is absolutely fantastic! It's action-packed, tense and full of twists." ~ Cristie Ashe
"Can I just say ... AMAZING! ... There are twists and turns and OMG moments that you definitely don't want to pass up!" ~ Ninjette Starr
"It kept me on edge the whole book and there were so many twists in it that my head was spinning." ~ Jolie Eason
"This is a great mystery with more than one twist. I give this book a 5/5." ~ Debra Gaudette
"This was a great thriller that was full of suspense, action and murder ... It had me gripped from the start and guessing until the end ... " ~ Miss Fee
"The classic thriller Killer Pursuit is a class apart with a distinct style of writing." ~ Jaideep Khanduja
"There are enough twists and turns to keep even the most seasoned mystery/thriller/suspense readers guessing. Jeff Gunhus has crafted a really enjoyable, edge of your seat thriller." ~ Molly Zenk
" ... a nice and long novel that you will find yourself flying through, because you can't put it down ... The story keep you on your toes and really leaves you wanting more." ~ Melissa Jackson

My Review


By Lynda Dickson
Allison McNeil is an FBI agent with a masters in psychology. After an incident in the field involving her supervisor Garret Morrison, FBI director Clarence Mason places Allison on administrative leave. However, he surreptitiously enlists her to find some video footage, the release of which could have disastrous consequences for Senator Summerhays, the front-runner for the office of President of the United States. But what happens when reporter Mike Carrel gets wind of the story? With everyone involved seemingly having their own agenda, who can Allison trust?
When I read Killer Pursuit, I didn't realize that Allison McNeil had featured in a previous book, Killer Within. While I do wish I had read that book first, the author skilfully provides us with an extensive back story - especially of personal issues and previous case details - which lends depth and makes you feel like Allison is a real person with a real past. She is definitely a likable heroine worthy of her own series. Told from multiple points-of-view, the author tells a nuanced tale with many levels, that he weaves into a masterpiece of thrills and suspense. You are left constantly guessing, but the truth will still take you by surprise.
Warnings: graphic sexual references, graphic violence. This story is told in gruesome detail. Not for the squeamish.

About the Author
Jeff Gunhus is the author of thriller and horror novels for adults and the middle grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His books for adults have reached the Top 100 on Amazon and have been Foreword Reviews Book of the Year Finalists.
After his experience with his son, he is passionate about helping parents reach young reluctant readers and is active in child literacy issues. As a father of five, he leads an active lifestyle in Maryland with his wife Nicole by trying to constantly keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel.

Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $50 Amazon gift card.

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

"The Torment of Rachel Ames" by Jeff Gunhus

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
The Torment of Rachel Ames
by Jeff Gunhus


This book blitz for The Torment of Rachel Ames by Jeff Gunhus is brought to you by Xpresso Book Tours.


More books by this author: Night Chill (blog post) and Night Terror (blog post).

Description
Suffering from writer’s block, novelist Rachel Ames escapes to a lake cabin to calm her mind and regain a sense of herself.
The location is perfect. Isolated. Beautiful. Inspiring. It even comes with a good-looking landlord who shows an interest in her. But she can’t shake the sense that something terrible has followed her to the lake, something just beyond her consciousness, something out on the edge where the sounds of a raging fire and sirens linger whenever she slows down to listen.
Determined to make the cabin work, she tries to settle in and give her new life a chance. But when strange things begin to happen around her, she wonders if she’s made a terrible mistake.
As the darkness that’s followed her manifests itself in inexplicable ways, her concept of reality is stretched thin and she realizes nothing at the lake is what it seems. As she fights to survive with her sanity intact, she understands too late that the location she’s chosen for herself is far from perfect.

Excerpt
The tires crunch the gravel driveway in a satisfying way as she pulls up to the cabin. The sound draws out a memory of summers in New England. Only the gravel was seashells then, millions of them, smashed up and laid down as filler for their family vacation home. Rachel shakes her head, erasing the thought. No memories. Not now.
She parks the Honda and looks over her new home. It isn’t much, just a simple cabin, four walls of weathered clapboard on a raised foundation. The wood is grey and bare except for a few small patches of stubborn flaking paint, likely white at one time, but aged with grime that makes it the same color as decayed teeth. There are long smears of rust from dozens of nail heads that look like draining bullet wounds. Bushes and trees push in on the structure from all sides. Vines cover the south wall, tentacles stretching from ground to roof, fingers dug into the seams between the boards, prying into them and buckling them outward. It looks as if the forest has been caught in the act of choking the cabin to death right before she showed up and ruined all the fun.
“Lovely,” she says, opening her car door. She points to Underwood and Daniels. “You boys stay here. I’ll check things out.”
She closes the door and presses her key fob, chirping the locks. It’s a ridiculous notion as she doubts there is anyone around for miles. But some things are hard-wired into her. A decade of living in New York doesn’t leave a person unscathed.
She walks up to the gate on the picket fence that stretches across the front of the house. She marvels how it hangs slanted on its hinges and creaks back and forth in the breeze in a perfect horror movie way. It makes her smile. As does the bleached white bull’s skull sitting on a rock next to it, thick horns arching up over its cracked bones and vacant, staring eye sockets. Her kind of place.
She nudges the gate open and walks through.
There’s a door halfway down the length of the wall. Because of the raised foundation, there are old, crooked stairs that lead up to a small landing. The wood creaks in protest as she puts her weight on the first step and tests whether it will hold her. She’s not so sure. From where she stands she can see that the top section of the door was a screen at one time, but it’s so shredded and baked by the sun that it looks more like a nest of spiderwebs hanging there. Through the hole she sees the heavier interior door with four window panes. This door’s cracked open, which surprises her.
“Hello?” she calls out. She looks at her watch. She’s early but the person she’s meeting must have arrived before her. But there hadn’t been a car. None that she’d seen anyway. “Anyone there?”
Only the wind answers, rustling through the trees that sway in a slow dance overhead. The frayed strands of the screen lift into the air briefly, then resettle. The interior door doesn’t move.
It would make sense to walk up the three stairs and knock on the door, but something about the whole situation bothers her. She walks past the door and heads around back.
The cabin is right on the water’s edge of the lake and, as far as main attractions go, this one doesn’t disappoint. A small grass yard, surprisingly cut down so it looks like a plot of green suburbia right there in the wild, stretches the thirty feet from the deck attached to the back of the cabin down to the water. It is a gentle slope, which explains the need for the cabin’s raised foundation. A floating dock extends like a single finger into the water and ends with a rectangular platform on which sits a single Adirondack chair. She spies a canoe off to the side, stored upside-down, weeds growing up around it.
But the view beyond the pier is the star of the show. The lake is deserted, the wooded shoreline unbroken by another cottage as far as she can see. Gone are the evergreen pines from the drive down, replaced by the riotous colors of the birch and elm in the peak of their fall transformation. The sun has dropped low on the horizon and sets the forest on fire, sparking a thousand diamonds on the lake surface rippled from the breeze.
“Can I help you?” a man’s voice says to her left.
She’s so taken in by the view that she doesn’t even turn.
“I don’t think you can,” she whispers.
“Will you let me try?” he asks.
She turns as the man walks up from the water, a form silhouetted by the sun. She squints to get a look at him, feeling a tingle of anticipation, hoping.
“I don’t tend to accept help from strangers,” she says.
“And I tend not to rent my cabin to them. First time for everything, as they say.”
“Who says?”
“What’s that?”
“Who says first time for everything?”
The man shrugs and steps forward. “Just people.”
He wears blue jeans and a flannel with rolled sleeves. A few days of beard growth covers face, but it makes him look rustic unlike those pretentious fakes in men’s magazines. Although she figures his strong jaw and blue eyes alone could have gotten him work in one of those publications if he wanted it.
He holds out his hand. “Name’s John.”
She takes his hand and shakes it, noticing it’s softer than she imagined which puts his whole outdoorsy look into question.
“Rachel,” she says.
He smiles like her name is a snippet of attractive music.
“What do you think of the place?” he asks. “Will it work?”
She looks back out over the water. It’s exactly what she needs, the place she would paint as her perfect spot if she had any skill with a brush at all. “It’s fine,” she says.
He grins as if he can see right through her and knows she’s dying to sit in the chair on the dock, feel the wind on her skin, the sun on her face. Just her, a notebook and Mother Nature in all of her soothing grace.
“Okay, it’s more than fine. It’s perfect,” she says.

Praise for the Book
"A dark, moody, psychological journey with one hell of a twist, Gunhus doesn't disappoint with this finely crafted tale of guilt and emotional suffering." ~ Jason Reid
"Cinematic, engrossing, scary and thought-provoking all at the same time. This story kept me guessing throughout. Once I sat down to read it, I didn't stop until I'd turned the last page ... then I read it a second time. I have a feeling that will happen to a lot of people." ~ Jim Beard, Screenwriter
"A joy to read! A creepy, unsettling, dark joy, but a joy nonetheless. If you enjoy dark stories with psychological twists, this is a must read." ~ Kate Tilton, Founder Kate Tilton's Author Services, LLC
"Jeff Gunhus has combined everything that we fans of mystery novels and tension filled psychological thrillers love in a book. The suspense in this book is incredible with many twists to make this book so awesome. Jeff Gunhus has written his best book ever and I hope he writes a sequel to this book." ~ Mary Garza
"The book is well-written. The suspense stays with the reader as you try to decipher what's real and what's not. And just when I thought I had it all figured out, there's a 'gotcha' that leads to a surprising ending." ~ Linda Strong
"Another brilliant book by Jeff Gunhus! He really knows how to draw you in and keep you turning the pages! ... I highly recommended this book and if you enjoy a writer who is a mix between Stephen King and Dean Koontz then you will enjoy his books!" ~ Terri Crossley
"Gunhus does not disappoint ... Gunhus has tremendous ability with crafting the psychological thriller, creating characters that are multi-layered, that you'd like to have a beer with." ~ Jonathan Urban

From the Author
Dear Reader,
Thank you for your interest in The Torment of Rachel Ames. While I've written eight novels, this is my first novella (around half the length of a novel.) But it didn't start as one. It simply began as a story I wanted to tell and, in the telling, it told me how long it wanted to be. It's a bit dark, but if you're familiar with my work I think you've come to expect that. If this is your first exposure to my books, this one is a little different than the rest, but still not a bad place to start. Whether an old fan or new to my work, I know you have many choices on how to spend your reading time and I hope you'll decide to invest a few hours flipping these pages. Please let me know what you think of it when you're done. Thank you again. I hope I prove worthy of your trust and time.
Jeff Gunhus

About the Author
Jeff Gunhus is the author of thriller and horror novels for adults and the middle grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His books for adults have reached the Top 100 on Amazon and have been Foreword Reviews Book of the Year Finalists.
After his experience with his son, he is passionate about helping parents reach young reluctant readers and is active in child literacy issues. As a father of five, he leads an active lifestyle in Maryland with his wife Nicole by trying to constantly keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel.

Giveaway
Enter the blitz-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card plus a paperback copy of The Torment of Rachel Ames OR one of four paperback copies of The Torment of Rachel Ames by Jeff Gunhus (open internationally).

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