SWEET DREAMS
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Featuring a foreword by #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lee Child.
When disgraced former cop Alex Morgan is shot saving the life of California's Lieutenant Governor, she doesn't expect to be caught in the middle of a deadly conspiracy, an FBI sting, an old rivalry ... and cold-blooded murder. AIM TO KILL by NYT bestselling author Allison Brennan.
NYT bestselling author Cynthia Edeninvites readers to enter a world of darkness and obsession in her new romantic suspense tale, UNTIL DEATH.
From NYT bestselling author J.T. Ellison comes the long awaited prequel to her Taylor Jackson series. CROSSED, the story of a madman trying to create his own end-of-days apocalypse, introduces Lieutenant Taylor Jackson to the young, troubled FBI profiler Dr. John Baldwin.
In TOYS IN THE ATTIC from NYT bestselling author Heather Graham, Michael Quinn is accustomed to dealing with the deadly, the dangerous, and the extreme—but a haunted spinning wheel? And on the eve of his wedding? He’ll have to risk his life, limb and soul for love to save Danni Cafferty from the cursed creation if he’s ever to get them both to the church on time—and live.
J.J. Graves and Jack Lawson investigate a ritualistic murder while on their honeymoon in DIRTY DEEDS by NYT bestselling author Liliana Hart.
From NYT bestselling author Alex Kava comes the prequel readers have been waiting for, and the case that destined Special Agent Maggie O’Dell to a career of chasing killers.
From NYT bestselling author CJ Lyons: When workaholic FBI Agent Lucy Guardino takes her daughter on vacation, the last thing she expects is to become embroiled in a murder—or for her teenaged daughter to play amateur sleuth with disastrous consequences.
When her twin sister disappears, Ellen Galway enlists the help of a Texas Ranger in SECRET HIDEAWAY, a story of love, danger and revenge from NYT bestselling author Carla Neggers.
HANOVER HOUSE, from NYT bestselling author Brenda Novak, features Evelyn Talbott, a psychiatrist who studies serial killers at a revolutionary new medical health center in remote Hilltop, Alaska. Evelyn’s determined to unlock the mysteries of the anti-social mind, even if it kills her—and being surrounded by men who feel no remorse means it just might…
NYT bestselling author Theresa Ragan’s newest suspense, DEAD MAN RUNNING, is set in motion when an accused murderer escapes prison in a body bag and sets out to prove his innocence.
From NYT bestselling author Erica Spindler comes the prequel to her exciting new series starring reformed southern belle turned kick ass cop, Michaela Dee Dare. In RANDOM ACTS, Micki must uncover the link between a series of bizarre and seemingly random murders in New Orleans.
Someone is slaughtering homeless people in WITHOUT MALICE, Jo Robertson's latest suspense-thriller. It's personal to Parole Officer Santiago Cruz because the targets are his parolees. With no motive or murder weapon, but with help from prison doctor Frankie Jones, Cruz must trace the brutal killings back to their tragic origin.
Before Kathleen, there were just two brothers: Blane and Kade. One bonding trip to Vegas later and Sin City will never be the same in TURN THE TABLES, prequel to the Kathleen Turner Series by Bestselling Author Tiffany Snow.
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SWEET SEDUCTION (13 All NEW Erotic Romances by Bestselling Authors to Benefit Diabetes)
Lexi Blake, Mari Carr, JS Cooper, Nicole Edwards, Karen Erickson, Megan Hart, J Kenner, Julia Kent, Elisabeth Grace, Lauren Hawkeye, Nina Lane, Roni Loren, and Avery Aster, with Lisa Renee Jones.
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SWEET TALK (10 All NEW Contemporary Romances by Bestselling Authors to Benefit Diabetes)
Melody Anne, Violet Duke, Melissa Foster, Gina L. Maxwell, Linda Lael Miller, Brenda Novak, SherrylWoods, Steena Holmes, Rosalind James, Molly O’Keefe, and Nancy Naigle, with Robyn Carr.
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SWEET DREAMS (13 All NEW Thrillers by Bestselling Authors to Benefit Diabetes)
Allison Brennan, Cynthia Eden, JT Ellison, Heather Graham, Liliana Hart, Alex Kava, CJ Lyons, Carla Neggers, Brenda Novak, Theresa Ragan, Erica Spindler, Jo Robertson, and Tiffany Snow, with Lee Child.
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C.J. Lyons extended summary of BAD BREAK: Lucy Guardino FBI Thrillers #6
FBI Supervisory Special Agent Lucy Guardino is ready for a well-deserved break from chasing the worst of the worst. She’s hunted serial killers, violent child predators, and vicious psychopaths but nothing has prepared her for spring break alone with her teenaged daughter in a secluded beach resort in the Lowcountry of South Carolina. When Megan befriends a local boy who is accused of a brutal crime, it’s up to Lucy to soothe the ruffled egos of the well intentioned but ill equipped local police, prevent Megan from playing amateur sleuth, and track a cunning killer before Megan or her friend become the next victim.
Extended Book Summary of HANOVER HOUSE
Brenda Novak
Welcome to Hanover House….
Psychiatrist Evelyn Talbot has dedicated her life to solving the mysteries of the psychopathic mind. Why do psychopaths act as they do? How do they come to be? Why don’t they feel any remorse for the suffering they cause? And are there better ways of spotting and stopping them?
After having been kidnapped, tortured and left for dead when she was just a teenager—by her high school boyfriend—she’s determined to understand how someone she trusted so much could turn on her. So she’s established a revolutionary new medical health center in the remote town of Hilltop, Alaska, where she studies the worst of the worst.
But not everyone in Hilltop is excited to have Hanover House and its many serial killers in the area. Alaskan State Trooper, Sergeant Amarok, is one of them. And yet he can’t help feeling bad about what Evelyn has been through. He’s even attracted to her. Which is partly why he worries.
He knows what could happen if only one little thing goes wrong...
Extended Book Summary of UNTIL DEATH
Cynthia Eden
When Ivy DuLane witnesses a murder during the madness of Mardi Gras, she enters a deadly cat and mouse game with the killer. The city has gone wild with the annual celebration, and Ivy has to rely on sexy homicide detective—and her ex-lover—Bennett Morgan for help. But with every moment that passes, the killer grows bolder, and the body count starts to rise. It soon becomes very hard to tell the innocent from the guilty…especially since Bennett is keeping dark secrets of his own.
UNTIL DEATH…a hot new romantic suspense novel from New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Cynthia Eden.
Author chats about CROSSED
J.T. ELLISON
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From New York Times bestselling author J.T. Ellison comes the long awaited prequel to her Taylor Jackson series. CROSSED, the story of a madman trying to create his own end-of-days apocalypse, introduces Lieutenant Taylor Jackson to the young, troubled FBI profiler Dr. John Baldwin.
A brand new, never before published TAYLOR NOVEL, y’all! Just like you’ve been begging for! And they say I don’t listen… A little background on CROSSED. This is the very first book I ever wrote. It’s the book that landed me my agent back in 2005. I will rewrite a bit (she says, hopeful it’s not utter crapola), to improve the craft aspects and some story updating, but it’s high time y’all get to see how Taylor and Baldwin met and fell in love. I can’t wait to share CROSSED with you. And just look at the lineup of authors! This is going to be the box set to end all box sets.
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EXCERPTS
HANOVER HOUSE by Brenda Novak
To hide the fear that slithered, snake-like, just below her skin, making the hair on her arms stand up, Evelyn paced across one end of the small, concrete cell, pretending to be absorbed in her notes. It’d taken a few days, but she was back at San Quentin, and they were bringing Hugo Evanski to meet with her. Only this time she was prepared for anything he might do—and so were they. The warden had told her Evanski would be escorted by two correctional officers instead of one, and he wouldn’t be allowed to get out of control again.
When he didn’t appear as soon as she’d expected, however, she set her notes aside and leaned on the desk to haul in a deep breath. She’d only been released from the hospital two days ago, still had a bandage covering her stitches and a black eye to show for that earlier incident—embarrassing proof that she’d allowed herself to be hurt by someone she’d known was dangerous. There was no excuse for that, especially because her detractors wouldn’t hesitate to use what Hugo had done to undermine her efforts, if word ever got out. She had to be careful about what showed up in the press, couldn’t allow Hugo Evanski to jeopardize a program that was still in its infancy and needed time and support in order to grow.
When a clang signaled she’d soon have company, she snatched up her notepad so that no one would be able to tell that her hands were shaking. Although she told herself the same thing wouldn’t happen twice, no amount of self-talk could overcome the emotional response that welled up whenever the slightest sound, smell or other trigger reminded her of what Jasper Moore had done twenty years ago. And Hugo’s attack definitely reminded her of Jasper. Just about any violence did.
She watched as the heavy metal door slid open and two hulk-like correctional officers walked their charge into the room. They tried to seat him in the steel chair bolted to the floor, probably so that he couldn’t launch himself at her again, and, when he stiffened instead of bending, forced him into it.
“Sit your ass down,” one of the guards growled.
Hugo gave his chains a rebellious jerk but eventually complied, lifting his nose in the air and smiling at her as if he was too preoccupied with and delighted by what he’d done to her face to be bothered by correctional officers who were determined to show him they were in charge. “Looks like you’ve had an accident,” he said to her.
She fingered the tender spot near her temple. “It’s nothing. Someone of your reputation...I would’ve expected you to be able to do a lot more than simply knock me into a table.”
When the two officers on either side of him barked out a laugh, obviously surprised by her response, the smile disappeared from Hugo’s clean-shaven face. “Maybe it won’t go quite so well for you the next time.”
TOYS IN THE ATTIC By Heather Graham
The zombie-skeleton-nun was evil.
Kathycouldfeel it.And socouldWaldorf.
“Come on, Waldorf. Kitty, Kitty!” Kathy called.
Waldorf looked at her. She could have sworn that helooked toward the zombie-nun thing— and shudderedagain.
He didn’t leave the keyboard.
“Don’t look at it, Waldorf. Don’t look at it…just pretend it’s not there.”
Waldorf didn’t move. He was in the taut, hunched position cats took on when they were ready to strike—orwhen they were very wary and ready to take up adefensive position.
Kathy let out a sigh and brought the kitty treats over tothe computer. The cat left the keys— jumping into herarms.
She gave him the treats. “You know, Waldorf, we’regoing to go to my place. It’s just a shotgun rental—I don’t own it, and I’m not fixing it up—but we’ll be happierthere.
She thought about her own place longingly. Ablock off Duval, it could be loud; drunks sometimesstumbled by singing at their top of their lungs afterleaving the bars on the main street.
She had a few movie props and things of her own thatone just might consider creepy.
But not the zombie-nun thing.
“I’m just going to close this up, Waldorf—then we’ll go to my place. You’ll stay in my arms, right? Didn’t bringthe car and it’s about six blocks away….”
She sat, looking at the work she had done, ready to saveit. She saw a few typos and set about fixing them beforesaving—then saved again in a backup file that sheemailed to herself. As she did so, she felt the cat’s claws dig into the flesh on her thighs. Waldorf began to hiss.
She looked up.
It was there; the zombie-skeleton-nun thing. Standingin front of her. The gaping mouth now seemed to begrinning, the dark eye sockets seemed to have vision, andthey were staring directly at her. She could have swornthat she heard it laughing.
Impossible.
It had moved.
Kathy let out a shriek, stood, clutching the massive catto her.
And yes, it moved…one of the giant hands reached out,reached out across the desk, reached for her….
She screamed and came around the desk, staring at it inhorror, wondering in the back or her mind which wascloser, the front door or the back door.
She raced towardthe front door. And then she feltit touch her.
Skeletal fingers wound into her hair, pulling her back.It spun her around and all she could think was that thething was evil. She could hear the thunder of her heart;she could barely breathe. The noise of her pulse wasdeafening….
She screamed again, wrenched free, bolted for the frontdoor and threw it open, letting Waldorf slip to the groundand run on his own, her only thought—escape!
She racedinto thenight…. Onto ElizabethStreet.
And into the headlights of a coming car.
Jack was one of those people who was a pleasure tolook at. He stood a little over six feet and had the kind ofbody that showed discipline and training. There wasn’t anounce of fat on him. Anywhere. He also had the kind offace that made women stop and stare, dimples that healways used to his advantage, and eyes that turned thecolor of dark chocolate when he was angry or aroused. Hewas one of the two at the moment, because they werealmost black. Based on the fact that something hard waspoking my hip, I was betting on the latter of the two.
His hair was dark and he always kept it buzzed closeto the scalp. Mostly because when he let it grown long ithad a tendency to curl. There were times when I hadtrouble focusing if Jack was in the room because I prettymuch wanted to jump his bones every time he crossed inmy general path. Fortunately, he was always veryaccommodating.
His body had scars—plenty of them—telling story afterstory of the life he’d led as a cop. And Jack wasn’t the type of man to sit comfortably behind a desk. He wantedto be in the action—leading the pack and taking thechances. Even now, as Sheriff of King George County, Virginia he made sure he knew what was going on inevery department of the sheriff’s office. He wasn’t just a figurehead.
“I mean it,” he whispered, slipping inside of me. “This is the last time.”
“Agreed. I’m already sick of you. Lets get a divorce.”And then my eyes rolled back in my head and I stoppedthinking all together.
A half an hour later, Jack was spraying sunscreen across my shoulders and back while I dumped sand outof my bikini top. I managed to put on my bathing suitdespite the fact that my legs weren’t quite working, and Itied a bright blue sarong around my waist. My body was satiated and relaxed, and all I wanted was to crawl intoone of the hammocks outside of our cabana and sleep. I’d had precious little rest and relaxation over the past several years.
My time as county coroner, as well as the owner ofGraves Funeral Home, didn’t always allow me to get asolid eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Why was it thatdeath always happened in the middle of the night?Fortunately, I was conditioned to function on little sleep and gallons of coffee from my time as an ER doctor. Ofcourse, my ER days were back before my parents haddriven their car over a cliff and changed my life forever.
I swayed and steadied myself on Jack’s arm. “I think there was something in the wedding vows that said you have to carry me if I’m unable to walk due to sexual bliss.” Our cabana was barely a speck in the distance, andI wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it without falling on myface.
“I’m not sure whose wedding you attended, but I don’t think it was ours.” Jack smacked me on the behind andtook my hand as we strolled toward our cabana.
My legs felt like lead, the sun was starting to get tome, and I needed a fruity drink with an umbrella in it in a bad way. I’ve never really been on vacation before, butI’ve discovered I’m pretty good at it. I kept my headdown, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other,so I didn’t see the man standing on our front porch until we were almost right on top of him.
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