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Psychological Thriller Spotlight: Portrait of Death by Greg Ryan @GregRyan24


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Nathan Pearson defines emotional scars – a former Chicago detective who is against becoming an FBI agent and used to date a psychotic serial killer, an art teacher fixated on painting portraits of her victims. But when new murders make a connection between him and Mona, he will be forced to go visit her at the mental hospital for information.

With Mona committed to a mental hospital, a mysterious group are striking back at her and Nathan. Though Mona claims she knows nothing about it, the murders are committed in a similar fashion as hers.

But every time there is another murder, a threatening note is left specifically for Mona—and Nathan begins to wonder why he has been named in all of this. Nathan will do whatever is necessary to get the information he needs from Mona—or wait until the mysterious group catches up to him and Mona. One thing is clear: Mona’s obsession with art goes far deeper than anyone knows. This all leads to a twisted and shocking turn of events that will make Mona Pruitt the next deadly famous artist.

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Linda gave in and turned the portrait around to show Mona. Mona took it in her hands to get a real look at it. It was a portrait of a young guy at a library, standing near a bookshelf, picking out a book to read.

“I followed him to the campus library,” Linda said. “I knew there was something about him that had a story to tell. His eyes had so much promise of a wise man. I couldn’t let him go.”

“How did you kill him?”

“Stabbed a pencil in the back of his head. Then I used some string to make him stay standing, appearing to be looking for a book to read. What do you think?”

“I think this is wonderful, Linda. It shows you have a true understanding of art and where it comes from. I like the color you used for his face.”

“Thank you so much, Mona!” All of Linda’s dreams just came true. She was waiting with so much anticipation to find out what Mona Pruitt would think of her portraits. Her face filled with the acceptance that she may never have gotten before, and Mona handed the portrait back to her.


About the Author:

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I have been fascinated with stories ever since I was a kid and my passion for it grew as I got older. Focusing on TV shows and movies has really helped shaped the kind of vision I need to be a good writer. Stories are told differently between shows, movies, and books and by getting very familiar with all three it has only enhanced my skill as a writer. Watching stories unfold one episode at a time has a very specific structure that has to be followed and that has allowed me to write better stories. Learning different structures for movies or shows has been a great combination to allow me to tell the best and most exciting story. I promise you won’t be bored.

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Paranormal Mystery Book Spotlight: Under the Gibbous Moon by Rebus Scott


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The Secret Gods Book 1

Something strange and grotesque has happened in normally cheery Port Gevaar. A man has been found murdered, with horrific wounds forming an occult symbol carved into his body. The only clue to the crime is an ancient stone artifact, dredged from the ocean basin months earlier, leaving authorities stumped. Enter Dr. Nathan Temple: gifted investigator, dedicated curmudgeon, reluctant professor, and relentless chaser of esoteric mysteries.

Hannah Demetras is a bright, young grad student trying to escape her own tragic mystery, but upon taking a job with the mercurial Dr. Temple, she is dragged into the dangerous investigation, where the day-lit world of civilization meets a much older, darker realm. Not yet ready to trust each other, Hannah and Temple must square off against strange visions, shadowy figures, and even the police themselves as they race to solve the case before the answers, and the artifact, disappear into the moonlit sea forever. And all while keeping their own secrets under wraps.

See the beginning of Temple and Hannah’s adventures in Under the Gibbous Moon, as it takes the reader to the edge of civilization, and even beyond, and begins to explore the darker corners of the world humanity has inherited.

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Thriller Book Spotlight: His First His Second by A.D. Davies @authoraddavies


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Meet Detective Sergeant Alicia Friend. She’s nice. Too nice to be a police officer, if she’s honest.

She is also one of the most respected criminal analysts in the country, and finds herself in a cold northern town assigned to Donald Murphy’s team, investigating the kidnap-murders of two young women—both strikingly similar in appearance. Now a third has been taken, and they have less than a week to chip away the secrets of a high-society family, and uncover the killer’s objective.

But Richard—the father of the latest victim—believes the police are not moving quickly enough, so launches a parallel investigation, utilising skills honed in a dark past that is about to catch up with him.

As Richard’s secret actions hinder the police, Alicia remains in contact with him, and even starts to fall for his charms, forcing her into choices that will impact the rest of her life.

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Prologue

Katie Hague knew she was swimming. She just didn’t know why. She wasn’t a strong swimmer, even though she’d spend hours in the pool on holidays, sometimes even brave enough to dip in the sea. Always with her parents watching, though.

She’d been thirteen on her last family holiday, a self-catering deal to Turkey, not that her dad couldn’t afford somewhere more exotic. Turkey was Katie’s choice. Gobble gobble, she’d said, again and again until the day of departure; then all through the flight, her mother fighting the urge to strangle her only child, her dad smiling quietly.

Now, eight years later, Katie swam alone. Somewhere she didn’t recognise. Somewhere black.

She trod water for a moment, something she always found hard. With her feet unable to touch the bottom, or anything solid, she looked around. She was never out of her depth, not without her dad nearby, or, more recently, unless Brian was with her. And where was Brian now?

Katie remembered them arguing, then him sloping off with his mates. It had not been loud, just testy, in a late bar somewhere. She was hungry, had suggested a curry, but Brian wanted to go on, just for one more, babe, please? A taxi. That was Katie’s last thought, the last she remembered, here, now, in this pool.

Now something happened nearby, a movement she did not see because of the dark. She felt a sweeping cold, embracing her head and shoulders like an undercurrent flowing in from deeper water. But that wasn’t quite right either. All her body below the surface was numb, unfeeling, and now all above felt chilled. She hadn’t seen the event, that something, but she knew:

A shadow had fallen over her.

“Who’s there?” she said.

No echo. Nothing whatsoever. The dark ate her voice right up. She expected her words to reverberate around the walls of a municipal pool, or a private home in the middle of the country. No echo, no sound coming back at her. This meant there were no walls. So she was swimming outside. But even outside there were buildings, trees, rocks. She was treading water, outdoors, with nothing around, no lights, no people.

So why did she get the impression she was not absolutely alone? Other than the invisible shadow, she had no reason to think there was someone watching her, not here.

Whatever ‘here’ actually meant.

Outside? No light? No buildings? Was she in the middle of a lake?

Her breathing began to grate in her throat.

No, of course not. There would be light. There’s always light. The darkest of freezing British waters still drew moonlight and stars; even when hiding, their light still penetrates. There is no absolute dark.

Each breath now hurt. She needed her inhaler. Her throat was swelling within. She kicked her numb legs to no avail, and when she flapped her arms, no splashes whipped up. This can’t be, she told herself. Alone; swimming; out of her depth; an asthma attack.

Something wedged in her mouth, something hard, plastic. She gagged, tried to spit it out but it was too big, lodging itself between her teeth. A hiss. Then light. A pinprick, not in front of her but inside her head. Her shoulders grew cold now, as if she were gliding upwards, out of the … lake? The sea? The pool?

That thing, still stuck in her mouth, gave another hiss.

And Katie breathed.

The object hissed a third time and the cold spread to her chest, her back, down her stomach. Her hips. The light inside her expanded, enveloping her in cold. She wanted to use her arms to wrap around herself for warmth, but found them stuck behind her. Looking down now, struggling to free herself, she saw her thighs raised, the clothes she was wearing when she’d argued with Brian still on her, strangely dry. The odour of sweat and booze and a faint whiff of cigarette smoke made her want to undress and shower, but her hands remained bound tight. She couldn’t see behind her, could not turn at all.

Then, like a spotlight growing, her vision improved: a white-tiled floor, her bare feet bound by handcuffs, stockinged legs moving up into the little skirt that barely covered her underwear. She could not see past her chest, other than to confirm her clothing remained intact. She was sitting on a hard wooden chair.

“Hello, Katie.”

A deep voice from outside the spotlight; calm, polite even.

“Please stop struggling, Katie, I don’t want to hurt you.”

From swimming in blackness to being tied to a chair. Nothing. Nothing could explain this. She tried her voice. “Who are you?”

It hurt to speak. Now her head throbbed also. Like a hangover. She was about to be sick.

A bucket came into view within the spotlight, a glimpse of a foot which kicked it closer.

“Please use this if you need to vomit. I won’t be angry if you miss. Only if you don’t try.”

The foot peeking out of the dark into Katie’s halo of light meant something. A clear fact, a truth that really should not be.

“The spotlight’s real,” Katie said aloud.

“Of course it’s real,” came the man’s voice. “What a strange thing to say.”

“Why am I here?”

“You are my second.”

“Your… what?”

“Please don’t make me repeat myself, Katie. It annoys me. You are my second. This…”

Another spotlight cracked to life. It illuminated a girl about five feet from Katie, dressed similarly to Katie, like she was going clubbing, with long dark hair like Katie’s, about Katie’s age.

And then it all fell away from her. The swimming, the light, the dark, this disembodied voice from the blackness all around. But the girl frightened Katie the most. This girl, bound to a chair, gagged, blindfolded, looking so much like Katie they might have been sisters.

“This is your new roommate,” the man said, now behind Katie, hands on her shoulders, his breath on her neck. “She is my first. You will be my second.”

And, doing her very best to aim for the bucket, Katie vomited. She was pleased that a lot of it missed.

“Hmm,” the man said. Then footsteps. An arm flashed into the light and tossed Katie’s inhaler onto her lap. The footsteps receded. “Goodnight.”

And both lights went out, leaving nothing but pitch black.


About the Author:

A. D. Davies grew up in Leeds, West Yorkshire. In high school his ambition was to be a writer of horror novels, although in adult life he became an avid fan of crime fiction. After a long stint in an unsatisfying job, he attended the University of Leeds where he attained a degree in creative writing. Shortly after graduation, he moved to the Midlands to marry the love of his life.

He is well-travelled, his favourite destinations being New Zealand and Vietnam, which has influenced his writing immensely (as yet unreleased). For now, however, globe-trotting is taking a back-seat to raising his two children and writing, although he hopes to one day combine all three.

He now resides in Staffordshire, UK, with his wife and two children.

 

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Detective Fiction Book Spotlight: Model For Murder by D S Nelson @WriterDSNelson


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Blake Hetherington is back, in the first full length novel of the series, ‘Model For Murder’

When a serial killer strikes at the heart of Tuesbury, Blake is soon on the case. Aided by enthusiastic archaeologist, Delilah Delibes and her Jack Russell Bertie, Blake is once more on the path of a murderer.

In this tale of voodoo, paganism and deep-rooted traditions, fact and myth merge to blur the line between what is real and what is fiction. Can Blake solve the case or will he become the next victim?

‘…funny, endearing, charming and a little bit brutal’ – M Pettitt, Amazon Reviewer.

‘D.S. Nelson does everything a mystery writer should do: she entertains and informs. ‘ – J C Bernthal, – Amazon reviewer.

‘If you are a fan of the English mystery, add this to your want list.’ – Judith Catanzaro – Amazon reviewer.

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Ghede Nibo

The Voodoo spirit Ghede Nibo is revered as the leader of the dead. This cross-dressing loa is thought to be transsexual, gay or pansexual depending on the situation in which he is portrayed.

Harold Salter was the first to die.

The headline read:

‘NEWSAGENT MURDERED!’

A simple statement of truth. Cold hard fact. Murder.

The village was disturbed. Hushed coffee-shop conversations with shaking heads and slabs of consoling chocolate brownie. Children kept close to their parents, their instructions to stay here added with a little more urgency. New alarms fitted, new dogs acquired; no one was taking a chance.

Tuesbury, by today’s standards, is a close-knit community; we all know each other, whether we want to or not. It’s part of village life, the gossip that is. Malicious or well meaning, it’s a fact that we all think we know each other’s business. The event itself is obvious but in a community such as this, the aftermath of murder is insidious. Like a red wine stain on a carpet, it takes seconds to tip the glass, but much longer to rid yourself of the ugly mark.

Speculation was inevitable. Was it Mr Trent at number ten? Normally a regular in The Badger’s Holt, he hadn’t been seen in the local for a while. Last night, Miss Derby had seen him putting large black bags in someone else’s wheelie bin. Or what about Harold’s partner? There’d never been a cross word between the two of them but wasn’t it the quiet ones you had to watch? Were there clandestine dealings going on in the back office of the newsagent Harold owned? Rumour was rife. I dislike rumour.

So who am I and why am I interested?

I am Blake Hetherington and I have been involved in the solving of four murders to date.

Am I a police officer?

No.

A newly qualified pathologist perhaps?

No. I prefer people alive.

A serial killer then?

Not yet.

I am not any of these things. In fact I am a fifth generation milliner: a hat maker. Retired to be precise. I now spend my days completing bespoke hat orders in a shed on my allotment in the quixotic village of Tuesbury. Hats? Yes, hats. You could say people-watching is a hobby of mine. Observing their behaviour fascinates me. A choice of hat, in particular, will tell you everything you need to know about a person.

I, of course, have a partner in crime. Don’t all the best detectives? Poirot has his Hastings, Miss Marple has her Luke and Sherlock his Watson. I have Miss Delilah Delibes.


About the Author:

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Hi, I’m D S Nelson, writer of murder, mystery and intrigue. I live in a quixotic village in the South Downs, UK, surrounded by plenty of inspiration for my novels.

My introduction to murder came from Agatha Christie. Her inquisitive Miss Marple, of St Mary Mead, and very Belgian Poirot, with his ‘little grey cells’, captured my imagination from a young age.With a passion for the crime genre, in particular detective fiction, my writing includes cosy crime novels, novelettes and short stories.

I am currently working on the Blake Hetherington mystery series, the first five of which are now available on Kindle and in paperback.

My influences include, Agatha Christie, Josephine Tey, Arthur Conan Doyle, Peter Robinson, Simon Brett and Terry Pratchett’s, Vimes.

You can contact me by e-mail at info@dsnelson.co.uk, via my website www.dsnelson.co.uk, on Twitter @WriterDSNelson or at facebook.com/WriterDSNelson.

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Gothic Mystery Feature: This Madness of the Heart by C. L. Francisco @blair_yeatts


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The Miranda Lamden Mysteries Book 1

Bad religion can be deadly. So Miranda Lamden, small-town religion professor, discovers in This Madness of the Heart. The dark hollers of Eastern Kentucky offer fertile soil for shady evangelist Jasper Jarboe, new president of Grace and Glory Bible College, as he beguiles the small mining town of Canaan Wells with his snake-oil charm.

When Miranda isn’t teaching at Obadiah Durham College, she’s investigating paranormal phenomena—or enjoying a turbulent romantic relationship with backwoods artist Jack Crispen. JJ’s inquisition-style gospel has alienated her long since, but when he announces his plan to transform her forest home into an evangelical Mecca, complete with neon cross and 40-foot Jesus, Miranda girds her loins for war. But JJ isn’t finished: he goes on to launch an attack on her friend and fellow faculty member Djinn Baude with an avalanche of vicious rumors. Not only does he accuse her of demonic communion with the old Voudon witch whose curse killed the college’s founding family, but he also smears her with insinuations of lechery and vice.

With JJ’s urging, hate boils over into violence and tragedy, sweeping Miranda up in its flood. One death follows another as a miasma of evil overwhelms the tiny community, and only Miranda can see clearly enough to halt its spread.

This Madness of the Heart is the first in a new series of Gothic mystery-thrillers featuring Professor Miranda Lamden, whose spiritual gifts have drawn her beyond university walls to explore the mysteries of other world beliefs. Her unique vision brings her into repeated confrontations with evil, where too often she finds herself standing alone between oblivious onlookers and impending disaster.

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Blair Yeatts grew up in the midst of a large southern Virginia family, much like her main character, Miranda Lamden. Following a family tradition, she taught at the college level for many years, much of that time in Kentucky. Her areas of special expertise are psychology and Earth-based religions.

From childhood, Blair has been a fan of mystery fiction, starting with Nancy Drew and moving through Agatha Christie to masters like Dorothy L. Sayers, P.D. James, and Nevada Barr. Today she is fulfilling a life’s dream in writing her own mysteries.

Blair shares her home with her photographer husband, two cats, a dog, and a seasonal parade of wildlife. She has a lifelong love of wild nature, and prefers to set her stories in rural areas, where threads of old spiritual realities may still be felt.

Blair Yeatts’ first mystery-thriller, This Madness of the Heart, introduces a series featuring Miranda Lamden, professor of religion in a small Appalachian college. The second in the series, Blood on Holy Ground, is scheduled for release in autumn of 2016. The first three books in the Miranda Lamden series take place in or near the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky and Tennessee.


Paranormal Mystery Feature: XIMORA by Patty G. Henderson @PattyGHenderson


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Brenda Strange Paranormal Mystery Series Book 4

An ancient evil once again walks the Earth, its thirst for vengeance leaving butchered bodies drained of blood. Can psychic investigator Brenda Strange solve the bloody secret of the curse before those she loves most become the next victims? Or will Brenda finally face an evil more horrifying than even she can handle?

In the fourth Brenda Strange book, in a chilly Halloween night, the ancient past collides with the present in a terrifying battle against the the power of primal gods and a blood-thirsty Amazon warrior. When the life of an innocent child becomes the final sacrifice, Brenda Strange and Detective Lisa Chambliss must put even their own lives on the line to save him.

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Chapter 17

Brenda sat outside with Cubbie on the spacious front porch of Malfour House, something she hadn’t done since moving in. Cubbie, evidently a Halloween freak, had gone out and bought fake, battery-operated pumpkins that lit up inside and laughed each time anyone made a sound, a huge skeleton door hanging and bags of miniature Snickers and Milky Way candies.

It was a cool night, and Brenda, dressed in a turtleneck sweater and wool pants, held a hot mug of coffee in her hands.

“I must admit, it’s nice being out here. I wish I’d done it more often before. Tina and I never found the time.” Brenda breathed in the chilly air and forced back the tinge of sadness that threatened to creep in and spoil the night. She looked over at Cubbie, who sat under a colorful blanket in the other Adirondack chair. “I’m not so sure about this Halloween stuff, though.” She looked at the decorations. “Not a single kid ever came knocking at our door. I told you we never got kids.”

Cubbie let out a deep sigh. “Well, I can’t believe it. In my neighborhood, the place always crawls with kids. I always buy two bags of candy and there is little left over,” she grumbled and burrowed deeper under the blanket.

“I’m not eating all that candy.” Brenda liked to tease her. “It’s all yours.” She looked up at the bright, full moon. It was a perfect night for goblins and little witches. She checked her watch and saw it was barely after 8 pm. “Say Cubbie, why don’t you go back to your neighborhood, take the candy and pass it out there?” Brenda thought it an excellent idea. She got up, stretched and nudged Cubbie on the arm. “I’m going for more coffee. Can I get you anything?”

Cubbie shook her head, and just as Brenda moved toward the door, her vision went black and the sounds around her became deadly quiet. What she saw in a foggy haze was a dark street surrounded by large trees. On the street was a dark red sports car, low and sleek. Though the windows were tinted too dark to see through, Brenda saw. Amanda Thurman sat in the passenger seat and the woman with the angry face and burning eyes was driving. In the backseat, Lisa’s son Nick lay motionless, a deep gash across his face. Brenda saw that he had a pirate hat and costume. The costume was slashed in places. He suddenly opened his mouth and began to scream. He screamed louder. Brenda covered her ears.


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Patty G. Henderson is an Award winning author, publisher and artist. An independent author, she launched her own publishing imprint, Blanca Rosa Publishing, formerly Black Car Publishing. She has penned four Brenda Strange Paranormal Mysteries, THE BURNING OF HER SIN, TANGLED AND DARK, THE MISSING PAGE and XIMORA. Patty has also written four lesbian Gothic Historical Romances, THE SECRET OF LIGHTHOUSE POINTE, CASTLE OF DARK SHADOWS, Multiple Award Winner PASSION FOR VENGEANCE, and her latest Gothic Historical Romance, SHADOWS OF THE HEART. Her first book was a vampire tale, SO DEAD, MY LOVE. She has also done several anthologies, including the ” all for animal charities” anthos, DARK THINGS and DARK THINGS II: Cat Crimes. Comfortable wearing several creative hats, Patty is an accomplished artist as well as author. She’s done popular book cover artwork for many mainstream mystery and horror authors as well as artwork for niche authors via her graphic arts business, Boulevard Photografica. You can reach Patty via her author web site: http://www.pattyghenderson.com or check out her graphics and book cover professional web site: www.boulevardphotografica.yolasite.com