Code Runner by Rosie
Claverton
Available: September 29, 2014
Format: Ebook
Price: $2.99
Ex-con
Jason Carr has faced down the toughest thugs in Cardiff, but being assistant to
a brilliant, eccentric hacker who hasn't been outdoors in ten years has its own
challenges. Still, he and Amy Lane can solve cases even the cops can't crack.
And when a corpse washes up on a beach, Jason can't resist chasing the clues—or
defying Amy by infiltrating the very gangs he once escaped.
Amy
is distraught when Jason's pursuit gets him framed for murder. He's thrown back
in prison where he's vulnerable to people who want him dead. He needs Amy to
prove his innocence. Fast.
But
Amy hasn't been honest with him—her panic attacks aren't getting better. And
now, with everything that makes her feel safe ripped away, she must stand
alone, using her technological skills to expose a baffling conspiracy and a new
kind of online crime. Can she clear Jason's name before danger closes in?
*Be
sure to also check out Binary Witness,
book #1 in the Amy Lane Mysteries.
EXCERPT
Making his way down St. Mary’s Street in Cardiff’s piss-poor excuse for
a city centre, Rich checked his watch, rubbing at the rain that splattered it.
Twenty minutes—he could stroll it. He passed McDonald’s and the chavs propping
up the windows, disaffected youth in fake designer gear and gold-looking
chains. He clocked three of them who he’d seen on the unsolved boards in the
office. Petty theft, possession of a negligible amount of cocaine, school
arson. What a gallon of twats.
Speaking of twats… Rich became aware of
a skinhead coming up behind him on the street, and automatically pulled his
jacket closer. He subtly checked him out in the reflection of the shop window:
a tall, broad twenty-something with a light coating of stubble on his cheeks.
He wore a nice leather jacket—looked vintage, but you could buy that crap from
the indoor market for a pittance. Cheap Chinese crap that kids thought made
them look cool.
This boy didn’t look like the usual breed of neo-Nazi scum, but DI
Hesketh had been wittering on about an increased presence of English Defence
League—or was that Welsh Defence League?—hooligans on their streets. They were
supposed to be on the lookout for racially motivated crimes, but Rich had never
been keen to police what was going on in someone’s head. And if the Welsh
bastards wanted to keep Wales for themselves, they were welcome to it.
Yet this kid made him antsy precisely because he didn’t fit the bill. He
had his shoulders hunched down and was walking at a pace that his long legs
could easily have exceeded. Why was he walking so damn slowly?
Rich suddenly felt a deep sense of unease, the hairs on the back of his
neck rising up. Had he done something to piss off the boys down in grubby
Splott? Had they sent a friend to take care of him? He regretted leaving his
badge at home.
It wasn’t yet nine o’clock but the streets were dark and quiet, falling
into the lull between the day’s shoppers heading home and the nightlife coming
out to play. There were barely twenty people the entire length of the street
and no one close to them. The skinhead could easily come up behind him, slide a
knife between his ribs, and that would be him done. Nobody would even know
until Rich spilled his lifeblood on the ground, spreading pink in the rainwater
gutters of the street.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rosie Claverton grew up in Devon, daughter to a Sri Lankan father and a Norfolk mother, surrounded by folk mythology and surly sheep. She moved to Cardiff to study Medicine and adopted Wales as her home.
Her
first short film Dragon Chasers aired on BBC Wales in Autumn 2012. She co-wrote
the ground-breaking series of short films The Underwater Realm. Her debut novel
Binary Witness was published by Carina Press in May 2014.
Between
writing and medicine, she blogs about psychiatry and psychology for writers in
her Freudian Script series, advocating accurate and sensitive portrayals of
people with mental health problems in fiction.
Currently
exiled to London to train in psychiatry, she lives with her journalist husband
and their pet hedgehog.
Murder
in Real Time
by Julie Anne Lindsey
Available: September 29, 2014
Format: Ebook
Price: $2.99
With
the chaos of summer tourists and fall birders out of town, counselor Patience
Price is looking forward to the quiet life she remembers. She longs for some
peace. And an apple fritter. But the calm is cut short when a reality show sets
up camp to film a special about ghosts on her little island. Now fans,
reporters and crew have flocked to sleepy Chincoteague. Who knew ghost hunters
had an entourage?
When
two cast members are killed in a room at the local B&B—a room usually
occupied by Patience's FBI agent boyfriend, Sebastian—she finds herself on the
case. Sebastian doesn't want Patience ruffling any feathers but, as always, she
can't help herself.
Patience promises to let Sebastian handle the
investigation—he is FBI, after all—but
after a drive-by shooting, her wicked curiosity gets the best of her. And with
the TV show forging ahead with filming, the list of suspects (and the line of
food trucks) only grows. But has the shooter already flown the coop? And how do
you find a killer when you don't know who the target is?
*Be sure to also check out the first two books
in the Patience Price Mysteries series, Murder
by the Seaside & Murder Comes
Ashore
EXCERPT
Todd
snorted. I scooted around him on the sidewalk. “Stop following me.”
He
matched my pace. “What if the gunman had shot you while you were laying in a
heap over your ex-lover?”
I
hadn’t thought of that. “I don’t know. Don’t call him that. His name’s Adrian
Davis.”
“Fair
enough. What were you thinking?”
How I needed him. That I couldn’t lose him. To
lose Adrian again would be like ripping my soul down the center. I faltered and
then regained my speed. Clearly I was traumatized.
“What
does your boyfriend think of your attachment to your ex?”
I
hustled around the corner toward my apartment. “There was a shooting,” I
growled. “My love life is hardly interesting in comparison. I’m not the story
here.”
He
laughed. Loud. “Come on. You’re smarter than this. You want to know why I’m
interested in your story? Let me see.” He tapped his chin. “Someone’s trying to
kill one of your boyfriends. Three times this week, in my humble opinion. That
puts you at the center of my investigation. Aside from that, your island
interests me, and half the shenanigans I read up on lead back to you somehow.
You’re like the linchpin of all strange happenings. Where were you when Rick
and Anna were shot?”
I
skidded to a stop. “You think I’m a suspect? I was in the Range Rover with
Adrian the other night, and I ran to help Adrian today. You stink at your job,
buddy. I mean, Lou.”
“Getting
mad won’t change the fact you know exactly what I mean and why I’m following
you. Those men orbit around you like you’re their home planet. If I stick to
you, this story will unwrap itself and land in my lap. The icing for me is that
following you is fun. Your parents are a hoot. People randomly corner you to
unload personal and, let’s face it, kind-of-funny stories. Some lady in
skin-tight sequins wants you to be her spokesmodel so bad she put you on her
store window. I saw you hiding at a food truck from her. Some angry guy made
fun of your hair for no reason. Your life’s got spunk.”
He was
right about that last part. My life was bananas, but they were my bananas, and
I didn’t want them posted online.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Julie
Anne Lindsey is a multi-genre author who writes the stories that keep her up at
night. She’s a self-proclaimed nerd with a penchant for words and proclivity
for fun. Mother of three, wife to a sane person and Ring Master at the Lindsey
Circus, most days you'll find her online, amped up on caffeine and wielding a
book. Julie started writing to make people smile. Someday she plans to change
the world.
Julie
is a member of the International Thriller Writers (ITW), Sisters in Crime
(SinC) and the Canton Writer’s Guild.
Elvis
Sightings
by Ricardo Sanchez
Available: September 29, 2014
Format: Ebook
Price: $2.99
I'm
Floyd—no last name needed, thanks—and I'm a P.I. The only other thing you need
to know about me is that I'm not an Elvis impersonator.
I live my life fast and hard and yes, in sequined jumpsuits, but more
importantly I live my life the way Elvis would have wanted me to. Honestly.
With integrity.
It
was a tip that the King was still alive and living under an assumed name that
brought me to Kresge,
Wyoming.
But there's something bigger than Elvis happening out here. I've been beaten
bloody by an acrobatic bartender, roped into the search for a missing
councilman, fallen for a bearded lady, and threatened by men in black who really don't want me poking my nose into the town's
business. Half of my leads look like dead celebrities. The other half are
either refugees from a broken-down circus or spear-holding Viking wannabes.
I'm
in Crazytown, USA, but I can't leave. Not yet. If I don't find the missing
councilman soon, Kresge will be turned into a Danish-themed amusement park.
I've never been so close to finding Elvis. And I need to know if my new
self-appointed sidekick James Morrison is really who he claims to be.…
EXCERPT
“Now let’s hear that
Elvis hunting story! You don’t think he’s dead?”
“Well. There’s a lot of inconsistencies about
his death. First, he said less than a month before he died that he was getting
tired of being Elvis Presley.”
“Mr. Mojo Risin’,” he
said.
“Huh?”
“Nothing, go on.”
“At the end of his
last show, Indiana in ’77, he said, ‘adios.’ That’s Spanish for goodbye.”
“I know that’s Spanish
for goodbye. I’m not an idiot.”
“Sorry. But it’s
significant. He always closed his shows with some variation of ‘see you again
real soon.’ Elvis had a lot more shows booked, but he cancelled orders for all
of his show suits right before the one in Indiana. He also let four long-time
employees go a few days before he supposedly died.”
“That’s pretty thin,
man.”
“There’s more. He
faked his death once before. Had a guy shoot him with blanks while he was
wearing a blood pack. And two hours after Elvis was reported dead, a man
looking just liked him booked a plane ticket for Buenos Aires under the name
Jon Burrows. That was his pseudonym. He used it to check into hotels whenever
he toured.”
“Better,” Morrison
conceded.
Despite my doubts, I
did have to admit there was a fair bit of evidence to support Buddy’s belief.
“You assholes want
these drinks or what?” Goliath had snuck up on us again.
Morrison looked over
the side of the table. “You are a sneaky short man. Where’s your shoe box?”
“Just take your
drinks, Morrison.”
Morrison reached down
and came back up with a whiskey in each hand, setting one down in front of me.
“You overhear his
story, short man? You think Elvis is alive?”
I leaned over the side
of my chair to get a better look at Goliath, who turned his grapefruit-sized
head toward me.
“That fat, drugged-up,
bacon-gobbling, talentless rip-off artist is rotting in his grave.”
He had it coming, but
I shouldn’t have hit the midget.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ricardo is a writer, creator, and T-shirt collector. He’s written for DC Comics, including work on Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight, Teen Titans Go! and Resident Evil, among others. His short story Death and Life of the Hero appeared in the Gods of Justice superhero anthology and in 2013 was turned into a successfully funded Kickstarter graphic novel, A Hero’s Death, which will be coming out in fall 2014. He was also the Emmy winning creator of the animated series Re\Visioned: Tomb Raider, which was part of Tomb Raider’s 10th anniversary celebration.
When he's not writing, Ricardo maintains a
vintage toy blog, drives 70's muscle cars, and shops year round for Halloween
decorations for his home in California.
Mistress
of Lies
by Holly West
Available: September 29, 2014
Format: Ebook
Price: $2.99
Book
description: London, 1679. Isabel,
Lady Wilde, mistress of King Charles II, has made a good living disguised as
fortune teller Mistress Ruby, counseling London's elite. But after the murder
of one of her customers, business has taken a downturn, and Isabel is on the
verge of accepting the king's offer to move into the palace.
Isabel's plans are interrupted when a beggar girl named Susanna shows
up at her home, claiming to be her niece. Isabel always believed that her older
brother, Adam, died alone during the plague. When Susanna reveals that Adam was
actually murdered, Isabel is compelled to take up an impossible task: discover
the truth about her brother's death, twelve years after it happened.
Isabel's investigation leads her through the gamut of London society,
from bear-baiting matches and brothels to the realm of wealthy bankers. But as
she uncovers her brother's dark secrets, Isabel begins to wonder whether the
past is better left buried—especially when uncovering the truth could lead to
her own funeral.
*Be sure to check out Mistress of
Fortune, book #1 in this series by Holly West
EXCERPT
Monday, 13 January
1679
I hardly
remember when I first noticed her, the girl who would change everything. She
was simply there one evening, huddled in the narrow overhang of a tavern near
my home, soliciting spare change from passersby.
For
all of her beauty—and despite her dirt-smudged face and dull brown hair, she
was a pretty young poppet—she appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary
beggar, or possibly a prostitute, the sort of girl London devoured in one quick
bite. Her thin wool cloak seemed woefully inadequate, for it was now January
and winter held the city firmly in its grasp. As I dropped a farthing into her
outstretched palm I knew it would do little to ease her suffering, but beyond
that, I didn’t pay her much mind. I had troubles enough of my own to contend
with.
During
the past six years I’d made a good living disguised as Mistress Ruby, a
fortuneteller and healer catering to London’s elite. But the murder of one of
my customers three months prior had left my life in pieces. My body still
retained some evidence of the terrible assault I’d suffered as a result of my
investigation into the killing, and visits from patrons to the room in Coal
Yard Alley where I conducted my business had fallen off drastically.
Worst
of all, my friend and bodyguard, Sam Turner, had gotten it into his head that
he was no longer any use to me. He disappeared with nary a word several weeks
ago, leaving my household and my life woefully incomplete.
Given
these circumstances, I had neither the time nor the inclination to sort out
wayward girls. But the following day she crept closer and the day after that
closer still, until finally, she sat cross-legged on the cobbled stone pathway
in front of my house in Covent Garden, a modest timber structure with four
rooms on each floor and three stories high. My housekeeper, Alice, first
alerted me to the girl’s presence when she returned from emptying a chamber
pot.
“There’s
a beggar outside, m’lady,” she said as she entered the kitchen, where I sat
sharing a supper of baked oysters and mallow salad with my waiting woman,
Charlotte. “’Tis a shame, really, she’s such a pretty little thing, naught but
a child. I told her to move on but she insists on talking to you.”
Holly
West is a crime fiction writer based in Los Angeles. She’s the author of the
Mistress of Fortune series, set in late 17th London and featuring amateur sleuth Isabel Wilde, a
mistress to King Charles II who secretly makes her living as a fortuneteller.
The first in the series, Mistress of Fortune, was published by
Harlequin’s Carina Press in February 2014 and its sequel, Mistress of Lies,
is forthcoming in Fall 2014. Find her online at hollywest.com.
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THansk so much for covering the giveaway Roxy! We really appreciate the promotion you've given us. And if you ever get around to reading Elvis Sightings, I'd love to hear what you think of it!
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