Liz Milliron is here to tell us about Shattered Sight, The Jackson Davis Mysteries #1, a police procedural mystery.
Read on for details...
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THE JACKSON DAVIS MYSTERIES
Police Procedural Mystery
Date Published: 03/18/2025
Publisher: Harbor Lane Books, LLC
NIAGARA FALLS POLICE DETECTIVE JACKSON DAVIS IS LIVING A LIE.
He has the perfect life: married, two children, a home, a promising
career.
Underneath, however, he battles self-doubt and guilt over the explosion
during the pursuit of a suspect that cost his partner her sight and her
career. He denies having PTSD or any trauma related to the event, but those
around him know better.
When Jackson returns to active duty and is tapped to lead the investigation
into the death of a prominent local business woman, all of this comes to the
forefront. He must learn to work with a new partner and deal with his
personal demons if he is to catch the killer-or he risks losing it
all.
Shattered Sight by Liz Milliron is perfect for fans of Hid From Our Eyes by
Julia Spencer-Fleming, Don't Look Down by Hilary Davidson, and The Walt
Longmire books by Craig Johnson.
About the Author
Liz Milliron has been making up stories, and creating her own endings for
other people’s stories, for as long as she can remember. She’s
worked for twenty years in the corporate world, but finds making things up
is far more satisfying than writing software manuals. A lifelong mystery
fan, she is the author of The Laurel Highlands Mysteries and The Home Front
Mysteries, both from Level Best Books. Her short fiction has appeared at
Uppagus and Mysterical-e. and been in Lucky Charms: 12 Crime Tales, the
Anthony award-winning Blood on the Bayou (the 2016 Bouchercon anthology),
Fish Out of Water, Malice Domestic 12 – Mystery Most Historical and
The Killer Wore Cranberry: A Fifth Course of Chaos.
Liz lives near Pittsburgh with her son and a very spoiled retired-racer
greyhound named Koda. She is a past-president of the Pittsburgh chapter of
Sisters in Crime, and the current vice-president, and she is the National
Sisters in Crime Education Liaison. Liz is also a member of Pennwriters,
International Thriller Writers, and the Historical Novel Society.
Chris Underwood is here to tell us about his disaster, survival fiction series The Cold Winter.
There's also a great giveaway.
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The Niagara Falls Power Grid is down and a snow storm is
coming.
The Cold Winter
The Cold Winter Series Book 1
by Chris Underwood
Genre: Disaster, Survival Fiction
The Niagara Falls
grid is down. A snowstorm traps the unprepared. A cold winter lies ahead.
The Northeast corner of the US goes dark. The rest of the country has power,
and desperate travelers jam the roads to get there. They can’t make it.
Millions of people are displaced as a massive snowstorm descends.
The Vesper family lives in a small town in central Ohio. They’ve prepped, but
not enough. They vow to do the right thing for any person in need. The radio
promises that everything will be back to normal soon. Instead, it’s a cold,
brutal winter.
The power is still
out.
Help isn’t coming.
The fight for America begins.
As central Ohio families struggle to survive through a snowy blackout, an
organized effort to take over the country unfolds around them. A coup plays out
against a backdrop of systemic failure, and village residents must band
together to stay true to their values while strengthening borders against
attackers.
An in-the-know ham radio operator aids the villagers in their defense
preparations, and in doing so, uncovers a secret advantage—one that gives them
a chance to stop loving in reaction mode. As a call to arms goes out, Ohioans
fight back against the attempted takedown of everything they love.
The Grid is Down.
A VIP upriver needs to be rescued.
Modern Engines can’t be trusted.
To win, the battle must turn unconventional....
And a little Historical.
A modern minuteman militia is operating out of Steubenville Ohio with a VIP to
deliver. Their Huey helicopter is grounded so travel is the old-fashioned way
on the Ohio River. Then it gets even more old-fashioned. Another militia in
Evansville Indiana has the World War 2 LST-325 in their command. Seven hundred
miles of river is between them, but the historic battleship is pushing upstream
to help. The battles along the Ohio River come to a conclusion in an epic
battle on Wheeling Island!
The Official Release date of this book was June 6, 2024, the 80th Anniversary
of D-Day. Chris Underwood was on the actual LST-325, docked on the Ohio River,
signing books for this official opening date. He has volunteered on this
historical ship and proud to include it in this book.
CHRIS UNDERWOOD lives in central Ohio with his wonderful
wife and three children who are one by one being pushed out the door for
college. His passions have included woodworking and the completion of a 10 year
historical home restoration, in addition to his Computer Consulting career.
More recently his passions for sailing and writing have been given more
attention in his life. Chris openly pines for the day that writing and sailing
completely consumes it. Creative Writing was always an interest, even decades
ago when in college at Ohio State. Business Writing courses were pushed to the
side in favor of Short Story and Sci-Fi. In the end, a Computer Science and
Accounting degree seemed more promising in today's world and writing was put on
the back burner. Until a few years ago. A subject matter and storyline were
generated that created enough passion to put pen to paper. Now writing is a
daily event, with two more stories in process!
Dawn Chartier is here to tell us about her paranormal romance The Fallen Guardian.
There's also a great giveaway.
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The Fallen Guardian
Dawn Chartier
Publication date: March 14th 2025
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
*When Darkness Tempts the Divine*
Gracyn James has made vengeance her life’s mission. Haunted by the brutal murder of her family, she survives on the streets with The Inciters, a vigilante group that delivers justice to society’s worst. But her ultimate goal remains elusive: finding her father and uncovering why he destroyed her world. When a deadly encounter with the seductive and powerful Angel of Death, leaves her faction annihilated, she’s forced into an uneasy alliance.
Lucien Ward, a fallen Guardian with a shadowed past, is on a mission of his own. Stripped of his former glory, he hunts for the truth behind his family’s downfall while fulfilling his grim duties as the Angel of Death. Gracyn’s fiery spirit—and an uncontrollable power she doesn’t yet understand—may be the key to his redemption. Or, she could bring about the end of both their worlds.
In a battle where loyalties blur and fate twists cruelly, can they uncover the truth before their intertwined destinies ignite chaos?
She took a moment to really see him before stepping inside. He had a face she’d etch in her mind forever. Rumors about the Angel of Death were wildly inaccurate. No one described him as painfully beautiful. Probably no one left alive to give a firsthand account. He didn’t appear the radiant or Greek god she’d imagined. Nor did he have wings. The Inciters had been wrong about that too. Maybe he wasn’t one of those kinds of Seraphs. His build was that of a fighter. A fighter who’d been through hell and back.
He tilted his head, watching her watch him. Her pulse hitched, but that didn’t stop her from memorizing every detail. Silver-blond hair half pulled back, revealing a prominent hard jaw with a slight scar comparable to the scar her father had.
But those hypnotizing, glowing, golden eyes hid something she couldn’t read. They weren’t angelic. More devilish, if you asked her. Kind of animalistic. Like he would hunt her down and eat her alive if she tried to escape his prison.
“Inside,” he ordered with that whisky-smooth, oh-so-sure voice. He’d turned colder since they’d arrived.
“Wait!” She couldn’t accept this was it. They were supposed to barter. Did he lie?
“Get in,” he ordered.
“I thought we were going to talk. I’ll help you and you’ll help me. That’s what you said.” She’d never forget the face of the Seraph who killed her friends. Poor Collin would never get to become an Inciter like he’d dreamed about. She’d only joined to find her father.
“Inside,” he said sterner. “There’s something I must do first. Move.”
She faced the cell and sighed. “How long will I be in here? When are you coming back?”
A steel urinal-toilet combo hung in one corner, with a white sheet-covered cot against the wall. Was this her new normal? Her new life? The realization of never finding the answers she’d been seeking all this time hit hard, unless the Seraph kept his word.
The wall behind her swooshed closed between them. She spun around and banged on the glass door. “No!” Her reflection stared back at her. “Let me out!” Was he still there, watching her? She frowned and hit the door. Her mouth felt like cotton, and the pressure inside her head was splitting her skull in half. “Can I at least get something for my headache?”
No reply.
This moment was like sealing her fate of never having a real home or family ever again. Her adoptive parents were the closest thing she’d ever had, but she still never felt like she fit in no matter how much love they showed her. She was different. She knew it. They knew it.
Now she was ripped away from ever finding out why her dad had done what he did. Ripped away from her best friend, Drake, too. She’d allowed herself to love him like a brother, even though she knew being with the Inciters was only temporary too. So, where did that leave her? Alone? A prisoner? No, this wasn’t her fate.
She dug her fingernails into her palms. How was she going to escape? She had to make a plan to get out of this. Tell him what she knew in small bites. See if he would search as he’d said. Though she doubted he would. She banged again. Tears welled, and she blinked them back. Don’t let him see you weak. Do not cry. Do not cry.
Even though her heart bled for the slain Inciters and Collin, she had to focus on what to say to get what she wanted, but focusing only forced the image of a bloody Collin on the ground. She swallowed. He’d been through so much and hadn’t deserved to die. He’d reminded her of her little sister before she’d died. Her gaze blurred. She shook her head, refusing to cry.
“Crying is for pussies,” Collin had said once after they’d found him shortly after his stepdad beat the crap out of him. She’d caught the glassiness in his eyes, but he never ever cried. I’ll be strong like you, Collin. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you either. The Seraph will pay,” she whispered.
Why had she fallen asleep at the warehouse? Sure, she was sick, but she shouldn’t have ever listened to him. She’d trusted the others to keep him safe, but they weren’t strong enough.
Luckily, Drake had gone to his godmother’s or she might’ve lost him too. He’d be devastated when he found Collin and the others. He’d blame himself. A tear slipped, and she slapped it dry. He was probably searching for her now, but would he even know where to look? He never once mentioned where the Seraphs were. Dammit. She was screwed.
Author Bio:
Dawn Chartier is a contemporary and paranormal romance author known for crafting emotionally resonant stories with compelling characters and vivid worlds. With a background in construction, Dawn brings a keen eye for detail to her writing, creating immersive settings that captivate readers. She has published several romance novels, earning praise for her ability to blend heartfelt romance with suspense and supernatural elements. Dawn lives in the South with her family, where she finds inspiration in the lush landscapes and unique culture of her surroundings. When she’s not writing, she enjoys exploring local cuisine, chilling on the beach and diving into a great book.
Welcome to Celtic Knot Winery, where the lush vineyards are ripe with secrets, and love is as rich and complex as the finest vintage.
In Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots, four intertwined romance stories unfold against the enchanting backdrop of rolling hills and grapevines. Each tale weaves its own unique tapestry of passion, betrayal, and heartwarming redemption, proving that amidst the beauty of the vineyard, anything is possible.
Pour a glass and lose yourself in Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots, where every story uncorks a new journey of the heart. Amidst secrets and seduction, these tales remind us that love is the most intoxicating wine of all.
“He’s here.” Brennen says in a panic, his face draining of color. “I’ll go greet him.”
“That’s my cue to leave.” Sophie waves to us as she leaves through the fermentation room door.
“Wait…” I frown up at Brennen. “Shouldn’t Sophie be here for this? She is the winemaker after all.”
Brennen scoffs. “No. Sophia refuses to be part of this because she didn’t make the wine. I think her exact words were that she wouldn’t serve this swill to pigs.”
I roll my eyes – that sounds exactly like Sophie. The girl is great and all, but she is the epitome of an elitist wine snob. But that is why we hired her.
As the actual winery owner, Brennen has taken the reins of our family business and spent years trying to fix what our father did to our family name, not to mention creating a rift between my two brothers with me playing referee.
As the attorney for both, I’m able to keep one business separate from the other — Brennen’s winery and Ryan’s conglomerate. If Brennen ever found out that I was working for Ryan too, he’d disown me just like he has Ryan. Fortunately, he doesn’t know. Thank god for client confidentiality laws.
“He’s been crazy all morning,” Isabella says under her breath.
We can hear as Brennen and the critic enter the front doors, “Here we go.” I say out loud.
I stand beside Brennen, offering a professional smile as the critic approaches. But the moment Mr. Dawson looks up, his eyes meet mine, and the color drains from my face.
No. It can’t be.
No.
No.
No.
His mouth opens in shock, too, his gaze flicking over me as if trying to process what he’s seeing. My heart stutters in my chest, my pulse thundering in my ears.
It’s him.
The man from last night. The one I left sleeping in that hotel room this morning. The man whose name I never got because we agreed there was no reason for names. But I know every inch of his body. And he knows mine.
Mr. Dawson—the world-renowned wine critic Miles Dawson—is my one-night stand.
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Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope
you enjoyed it!
Wendy W Webb is here to tell us about her supernatural murder mystery Mean Cuisine.
There's also a great giveaway.
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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Wendy will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
Beluga Stein is taking a cooking class and it's a real killer. This time she's traded her signature loud muumuus for ill-fitting chef attire, including a toque the size of her ego.
A well-liked chef is found dead and it's up to Beluga and her feline familiar, Planchette, to investigate. There's no recipe to follow, only the hope that her erratic psychic ability will hit the spot. Is a supernatural entity stirring up trouble, or something far more dangerous?
Beluga and Planchette can't stand the heat, but there's no way out of this kitchen while murder is the main dish.
Read an Excerpt
Beluga Stein’s Diary
The evil smell lingers.
Even with all the windows in the house open, the doors cracked a notch, the attic fan going full blast, and Planchette’s tail fanning his face like he was Egyptian royalty preparing for personal delivery of a peeled grape, the odor of exploded eggs clings to everything like a sock stuck to the back of a shirt by static cling.
Alas, there is no magic laundry cloth to separate one thing from another. So for now I’ll have to live with sulfuric fumes and pretend I like them. Or at least pretend they weren’t there even after the water long since boiled out of the pot and left the eggs all alone. My choices are severely limited.
Not that I didn’t consider Tanya’s suggestion to move into a hotel room for the night. I did. Briefly. But my reputation in this small town precedes me, so the various housing entrepreneurs said. In rather unkind tones, I should add.
So what if my reservation for three included a surly goat, a cat with an attitude, and myself? Emerson, while a gifted goat in many ways, has not yet mastered opening a mini bar. Planchette has little interest in watching expensive in-room movies unless there’s a female cat in the leading role, and I’ve been housebroken for months now. So why not take us for the night?
Honestly, people can be so rigid.
To: Food-Co
From: Culinary Program
Re: Weekly Purchase Order
—Wheat flour, 100 lbs.
—All purpose flour, 100 lbs.
—Sugar, 50 lbs.
—Butter, 50 lbs.
—Eggs, 4 cases
—Body bag, 1
About the Author:
Wendy W Webb (aka one of the many Wendy Webbs) has published dark fantasy short stories and novels, co-edited anthologies, and has had productions of stage and radio plays. After a hiatus as a doctoral student of emergency management and as a disaster responder, she welcomed the return to fiction with The Wild Rose Press writing the gothic Widow’s Walk, and two updated books in the Beluga Stein supernatural-humor-murder mystery series, Bee Movie and Mean Cuisine. Sunbury Press under the Milford House imprint published the paranormal, travel, “memoir,” Eye of the Gargoyle. She adores her husband; two dogs, one of which turns on iTunes whenever Wendy leaves her office; dry red wine; theatre; and travel as long as she doesn’t see anymore ghosts!
Randa Knight is here to tell us about her military series The Boys of Bragg.
There's also a great giveaway.
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The Boys of Bragg series follows military friends who are
stationed at Ft. Bragg, North Carolina and the sassy independent women they
fall for.
A Change of Heart
Boys of Bragg Book 1
by Randa Knight
Genre: Military Romance
One summer changed everything.
Dee
One night.
One decision.
Taking chances isn't a new concept to me, but I've never
been one to take a chance on love. Michael changes all of that. No more party
girl, no more one-night stands. I fall hard for the cerulean-eyed sex god who
shows me what it's like to truly be cherished and loved.
Only, I'm not sure how long it can last.
Michael
I knew the moment I met Dee that she was trouble. But when
she unexpectedly opens up to me the night we meet, I realize she's the only
person who could change how I think about relationships, how I feel, and how I
look at life. She's a fiery, spontaneous woman who challenges me at every turn.
I should let her go. But I don't think I want to.
But right now my career won’t allow me to be the kind of man
she deserves.
And Dee doesn’t trust herself or my love for her.
If I’m going to keep her, I have to let her walk away, as
much as it pains me to my core.
Yes, it sounds crazy and it might just backfire, but if my
plan pays off, we’ll both stop running and finally realize how much we need
each other, how our hearts were made for each other.
I've been the black sheep of the family my entire life, so
I'm looking forward to this fresh start. My job and new friends are great and
I’m finding happiness. Then I met Brax--the gorgeous soldier with huge muscles,
but he’s also sweet, caring, and loves art. Oh, and he’s completely off-limits,
thanks to my overprotective brother who’s Brax’s first sergeant. Will he chase
Brax away like he’s done my entire life?
Brax
To protect and serve: it's all I've ever wanted to do. Being
a model soldier has been my life's dream. But then I met Cat, the little pixie
artist who stole my heart. Now, all I want to do is be with her, but there's
just one problem--her brother is my first sergeant. Now I'll have to choose
between being the perfect soldier for my unit… or being her perfect partner.
I've harbored a secret crush on Grant ever since that
freckle-faced kid first set foot in our yard when I was just six years old. I
knew he was special. Grant has always had this uncanny ability to understand me
on a soul-deep level, yet I've kept my feelings hidden, knowing he's not just
my brother's best friend but also my rock. He's the one who keeps me steady,
soothing me when the chaos of life threatens to overwhelm me. Grant is my true
north. Until we cross that line.
As the line blurs between friendship and something more, I'm
left grappling with a daunting question: Is he worth the gamble of disrupting
the delicate balance of our friendship and the stability we've carefully built
together?
Grant
I'd do anything for Ivy Rose, but even I have my limits.
I've tried everything to show her how I feel. Helping her raise her son? Done.
Starting a friends-with-benefits arrangement? Maybe not my best idea. Admitting
I want to spend my life with her? Definitely, the scariest thing I've ever
done. Then the unthinkable happens, turning our world upside down. I'm hurt,
and angry, and that's when I need her the most.
Can I put my anger aside and forgive her, or will we be
stuck in silence forever? Our friendship might be on the line, but my heart
tells me Ivy is worth the risk.
My dream girl unexpectedly falls into my life, but with only
one weekend together, she’s left me craving more. When she reappears, warnings
from my friends urge me to stay away, but I can’t. I keep finding reasons to
see her. Talk to her. Be near her.
Can I convince her to give our connection a chance?
Sami
I never imagined encountering my Comic Con fling among my
sister’s social circle, only to have him play the role of a stranger. Despite
his charming demeanor, Joel doesn’t fit my usual type of nerdy guys. But as I
discover more about him, I question whether there’s more beneath his confident
exterior.
Can he show me that opposites attract in the most unexpected
ways?
Will they give in to their feelings and give their romance a
chance, or will they let their differences and their friends keep them apart?
Randa Knight was born and raised in a small little town on
the Ohio/Indiana border. Her love of reading began in middle school and never
ended. For the past few years, she has been an avid reader and blogger. She
studied Literature with a Creative Writing minor at Indiana University (Go
Hoosiers!) where she fell in love with writing. The idea for Boys of Bragg
series began during a creative writing course.
When she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out with
her four boys, husband, and new puppy. Or spending copious amounts of time on
Tik Tok instead of writing or cleaning.
In a city renowned for being risqué, she’s
setting new standards for sin
“All I ask, Lauren, is that you not
embarrass me.”
When sexually emancipated MILF Lauren
Gordon accompanies her husband to a convention in Las Vegas, she’s hoping for
some R&R—ideally of the carnal variety. But Elliott’s running for president
of NADA—the National Association of Divorce Lawyers—and he’s worried that his
wife’s free-wheeling ways will undermine his chances. Reining in her
frustration, Lauren promises to avoid any erotic interactions with conference
attendees or hotel staff.
Fortunately she meets Annie O’Reilly, a
redheaded Vegas native with luscious curves and few if any inhibitions. With
Annie as her companion, Lauren becomes intimately acquainted with some
outrageously wanton denizens of Sin City. Then her husband unfairly accuses her
of breaking her promise and Lauren decides it’s time to go for broke.
Bringing together characters from Lisabet’s
Vegas Babes and The Slut series, The Slut Does Vegas
delivers heat, humor and a surprisingly happy ending.
Excerpt:
“All I ask, Lauren, is that you not
embarrass me.”
Her husband’s unexpected utterance grabbed
Lauren’s attention. She’d been ogling the cute waiter who was circulating from
table to table, topping up coffees. A few years older than her son Josh, the
guy had a hundred-watt smile and a luscious butt.
“What?” People at nearby tables gave her
strange looks. “What do you mean, Elliott?” she continued, reducing her volume.
“Embarrass you in what way?”
“You know… with any of your extracurricular
activities.” Elliott’s mouth pursed as though he’d eaten something sour. “It
would look really bad if you got…” He lowered his voice to a near-whisper.
“Um…involved with anyone from the conference.”
She glanced around the hotel restaurant at
the other people finishing their breakfasts. You could tell which ones were the
lawyers. They wore expensive suits and expressions of self-importance. “I doubt
I’d be interested in any of the conference attendees,” she commented dryly.
“The hotel staff wouldn’t be much better.”
Maybe he’d noticed the attention she’d been giving the server. “If anyone here
finds out about our – arrangement, it could kill my chances for the Association
presidency.”
“You really want to be president of the
National Association of Divorce Attorneys?” She chuckled despite herself. Who’d
be oblivious enough to name their organization NADA?
“It’s really important for my career,” he
insisted, wiping his mouth and pushing his plate away. “And it means a lot to
me personally. Plus the connections could bring in a lot more business.”
“I understand that you’d like the
recognition, hon. And I know you deserve it.” She rested her hand on his for a
moment. “But from what I can see, you’re already swamped with work.” She downed
the last swallow of her grapefruit juice, then licked her lips. “That’s one of
the reasons for my ‘extracurricular activities’, as you so delicately put it.
Let’s face it, you don’t have the time to keep me satisfied.”
Her husband slumped in his chair, as if
she’d punched him in the gut. “I know I haven’t been giving you the attention
you deserve, baby,” he said softly. “And I’m okay with you getting what you
need elsewhere, as we’ve agreed. But I need you to be discreet.”
“Do you think I’m so blatant about wanting
sex?”
“Well, just look at the way you’re dressed,
for starters.”
“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”
She’d thrown on some casual clothes to join him for breakfast: a dungaree skirt
that reached to mid-thigh and a striped tee shirt. True, the denim hugged her
curves and the scooped neckline showed off her generous cleavage, but that
would be true of almost anything she wore.
“You look – well, you look a bit slutty.”
Lauren burst into laughter. “Hon, this is
Las Vegas, Sin City, where even the nuns dress like hookers. Nobody is going to
think this outfit is slutty.”
AboutLisabet:
Lisabet
Sarai became
addicted to
words at
an early
age. She
began reading
when she
was four.
She wrote
her first
story at
five years
old and
her first
poem at
seven. Since
then, she
has written
plays, tutorials,
scholarly articles,
marketing brochures,
software specifications,
self-help books,
press releases,
a five-hundred
page dissertation,
and lots
of erotica
and erotic
romance – over one
hundred titles,
and counting,
in nearly
every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi,
ménage, BDSM,
GLBT, and
more. Regardless
of the
genre, every
one of
her stories
illustrates her
motto: Imagination
is the
ultimate aphrodisiac.
