Friday, September 19, 2014

$0.99 ACROSS THE BOARD eBOOK SALE + GIVEAWAY! September 19th thru 21st

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Award-winning author Katie Jennings is running a sale on all of her eBooks from September 19th thru September 21st! Check out what's for sale below:

The Dryad Quartet:
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The Vasser Legacy:
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  So Fell The Sparrow: 
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Also, in addition to the collection of eBooks being on sale, she's running a birthday raffle for a signed print copy of her ghostly romance, So Fell The Sparrow! Sparrow won an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Readers' Favorite International Book Awards, and is a #1 bestseller in Ghost Suspense on Amazon.
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Eye of the Storm by @kennhoss

The body of a Russian prostitute is dumped in a Washington Heights park and Detectives Kelli Storm and Eric Ryder are called to the scene. A note found on the woman’s body containing her name and that of a former Russian mobster leads Kelli to an old nemesis.

When they confront a Russian Diplomat and the Russian Brotherhood with little success, they seek the help of an FBI contact who aids them in finding a connection between the Diplomat and a corrupt FSB Agent, and uncover a criminal conspiracy between a dangerous Mexican cartel and a notorious New York crime family.


As Kelli peels away the layers of death and corruption, she soon finds herself targeted by these organizations, all wanting to eliminate the threat to themselves and their livelihoods.

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Excerpt:

Friday September 27th – 9:45 A.M. – Elizabeth, New Jersey
Corbin Street – Maher Terminals Inc.

Kelli flipped through several pages of the manifest, shook her head and looked back at the clerk. “Exactly how many containers were on this ship?”
The little man adjusted his glasses, tapped the keyboard in front of him, studied the screen and looked up at Kelli. “Exactly three thousand four hundred, all containing machine parts. Do you want to know where they are?”
“No, I don’t. What I want to know is, were these containers inspected, and if so, who inspected them?”
“Are you kidding me? Do you know how many containers come through this port every day? Even the Department of Homeland Security admitted that it was impossible to check all of the containers coming in to U.S. ports. Sure, if we feel there’s a reason to inspect a container, it gets inspected, but otherwise, it just goes on to its destination.”
Kelli looked at Greg, shook her head and turned back to the clerk. “So can you tell me if any of these containers are still here?”
He shrugged, looked back at his screen, tapped a few keys and nodded. “It looks like there are three containers from that ship that haven’t been picked up by the carrier yet.”
“And where are these containers?”
“Section B, spaces twelve, thirteen, and fourteen,” he said and looked back up at her.
“Okay, get somebody to take us to them; I’d like to see these machine parts.”
“Sure, you got a warrant, right? Those containers are private property; you can’t just open them up. Besides, your NYPD, this is New Jersey, you don’t have any jurisdiction here.”
Kelli leaned over the desk, her face inches away from the clerk’s face. “True, I may not have jurisdiction, but my friends here do, isn’t that right, Special Agent Gallo?”
“That’s correct, Detective Storm,” he said as he stepped up next to the desk and tossed the warrant down.
“Now, I want you to get on the phone and get someone over here to take us to those containers.”
The clerk nodded as he fumbled for his desk phone. “Yeah, sure. I’ll get someone from security over here. What’s so important about these containers anyway?”
“Maybe nothing, but it’s possible that one or all of them were used to smuggle young women into the country, as in human trafficking, sex slaves,” she said, her eyes focused on his. “Now, make that call.”
“Shit, really? I mean you hear about it, but you never think about it,” he said and hit a button on the phone and waited.

****

The first two containers held exactly what was stated on the manifest, crates of machine parts, bound for Chicago. When they cracked the doors on the third container however, it was all they could do to keep from vomiting. The overpowering stench emanating from the open door was just the beginning. Greg was the first one to regain his composure, and with a hand over his nose and mouth, he entered the container.
“Sick sons of bitches,” he said as he exited moments later. “We’ve got three inside, dead. I didn’t get close enough to check, but my guess is that they died from dehydration. And from the level of decomp, it looks like they’ve been here for a while too.”
Kelli looked up at him, forcing down the bile in her throat. “Those Russian sons of bitches. They kidnap these girls, throw them in this thing and then don’t even give a damn if they live or not,” she said, balling her fist, her face growing hotter. “I want these bastards, Greg; they have to pay for this shit.”
“Calm down, Kelli. They will pay, but let’s get these girls out of there first, okay?” He put his arm around her and eased her away from the container. “Gallo, Graham. One of you want to get forensics down here, and a coroner,” he called over his shoulder.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


Kenneth Hoss was born at Carswell Air Force Base in Fort Worth, Texas in 1957 to Albert and Mary Hoss. He served a combined total of fourteen years on active duty from 1974 to 1987 in both the U.S. Army and U.S. Navy. His tour in the Army took him to Frankfurt, Germany where he had the opportunity to travel Europe. While in the Navy, Kenneth spent most of his time stationed in San Diego and Long Beach. His Navy travels took him to Hawaii, Guam, the Philippines, South Korea, Japan, Hong Kong, Okinawa, the Middle East and Pakistan. He has lived in several States, including South Carolina, Florida, Georgia, Washington and California.

Twitter: @kennhoss



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Friday, July 11, 2014

New Release -- Family is Murder


I'm excited to announce the release of Family is Murder, the 5th episode in the McKinley Mysteries.

Here's the overview:

The search for a maid results in a mess.
When a woman shows up and claims to be Sara’s birth mother, it pits Sara and Sean against each other. Sara opens her heart and wants to believe the woman, but Sean is suspicious of her true identity and motive. After all, there are billions at stake. But when the woman goes missing and a dead body turns up, they both start to question the truth.
Led by Sara’s intuition, they pursue all possible leads and soon realize they may have welcomed a killer into their home.

You can download it in print, or in eBook from the following retailers:



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Thursday, June 12, 2014

New Release: Distorted Loyalty by @StacySEaton


Emergency room Doctor Rachel Wilde and Detective Grant Murphy meet by chance and it takes only one glance and a simple gentle touch to ignite their senses. 

When Grant’s wife is in a tragic accident, Rachel goes above and beyond the call of duty to save her life. It is the moment she faces Grant again that their lives begin to spin out of control and they realize the lives of their loved ones were deeply intertwined. 

The distorted loyalties of the ones they lost will drive a wedge between them and it will take another death, a last will and a look beyond the grave to find the path they must follow.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

New Release: Politics is Murder


There has been a leak and Politics is Murder was released ahead of schedule. You can now download the full story from your favorite eRetailer for only $1.99! 

Politics is Murder is the fourth installment in the McKinley Mysteries! The novellas in this series makes for the perfect summer read and are also available in paperback. 

Here's the overview:

For Sean and Sara, a local television interview turns into a high-profile investigation. The host's niece has gone missing, but the girl isn't just anyone, she's the daughter of Albany's mayor.

Not knowing whether she's run away, been kidnapped—or worse—murdered, Sean and Sara set out to get the answers. It will have them using all the resources at their disposal. 

Here are the links where you can find Politics is Murder:

Amazon US - http://ow.ly/xBUiO 
Amazon UK - http://ow.ly/xBUU0 
Barnes & Noble - http://ow.ly/xBUoI 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

New Release Spotlight: Money is Murder

You can download Money is Murder, the 3rd installment in this series, from your preferred retailer for only $1.99! The novella is available from Amazon, Barnes & NobleiTunes, and Kobo

Here's the overview for Money is Murder:

Old Man Quinn left Sean more than his billions—he left him a murder to solve. 

Inside the chest given to him from the executor of Quinn's Will, Sean finds a key and implicit instructions that the contents are for his eyes only. After Sean discovers where the key fits, he finds another letter—Quinn wants a closed case reopened, and Sean is shocked to learn who the victim was. 

As Sean and his wife, Sara, uncover clues, it leads them from the back rooms of Quinn's corporation to the streets of New York City, but they will stop at nothing to get to the truth. 

Note: The McKinley Mystery Series ventures outside of the typical crime genre, lending itself to the cozy variety with no foul language or graphic violence. The series combines romance, mystery, humor, and adventure for a light-hearted, easy read. 

Excerpt from Money is Murder:

He found Sara sitting at the kitchen table, playing with the clasp on the chest he had been given from the executor of Quinn’s Will. Between their quick wedding and then honeymoon in Cancun, he had all but forgotten about its existence.

“What’s in here anyway?” she asked.

“Good question.” He slipped into the chair beside her, took the key from the table and twisted it in the lock. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“Oh, this is exciting.” Sara maneuvered herself, curling her legs beneath her to provide more of a vantage point.

Sean pulled the chest closer and peered inside. “Doesn’t look like anything much.” He took out a sealed envelope marked For Sean McKinley’s eyes only.

“Interesting.” He flipped it over, hesitating to open it until he felt the object inside. “It feels like another key.”

“Open it. I’m dying here.” Sara was smiling and perched on the edge of her chair.

Sean ran his finger under the seal and pulled out a tri-folded letter. Inside of it was a skeleton key. The handwritten note read:
For when you are ready, Douglas Quinn.

Sara grabbed the key from Sean’s hand. Her eyes were large, the flecks of green and gold, electric. 

“We have to find out where this goes. Is that all the note said? There’s nothing else in the chest?”

Sean stared at the base of it, wishing it to produce something more, possibly a clue as to where this key went. “Nothing. Why would he leave me a key without telling me what it was for?”

Sara kept it in one hand, and lifted her coffee for a sip. “He didn’t want anyone to stumble across it. He knew you could figure it out.”

“From looking at it, I’d say it possibly fits an antique desk, or a door in an old home.”

“We’ve got to go to his house, Sean. It’s got to be there.”

“Brilliant idea.”

“This has to lead to something great. He put it in a locked chest, for your eyes only, and then left it up to you to solve the puzzle.”

“I’d like to say my sleuthing skills were rusty—”

Sara smiled. “Doubt that, and you can’t. Cancun kept both of us sharp.”

“Let’s go, darling. No time like the present.”

She drained the rest of her coffee and got up. “Shower with me first?”

“You don’t ever have to phrase that one as a question.” Sean pulled her to him.

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Friday, April 18, 2014

Spotlight on Game of Fire by @jimhbs

Jonathon Stone battles his love for gambling and drinking and the ladies to help solve the mystery of the Game of Fire.

An explosion and fire rocks a Southern California mall and it is quickly determined it is arson. The timing of the incident is special because it interrupts the Tet New Year’s Festival and Parade in Little Saigon, an area just east of Long Beach.

Had the old wounds of Vietnam been opened again or was there a different game being played?

Enter veteran CIA Agent Jonathon Stone. Already in pursuit of the gun-running Minh family, he connects with a special FBI task force to assist in the investigation of the explosion and Minh quickly becomes their number one suspect.

Stone teams up with FBI Agent Jodi Shannon to pursue the people behind the arson fire. Jodi is a serious, no nonsense agent who leads the FBI Arson Task Force. While she fights to solve the mystery, she also fights Stone’s advances. As always, he tries to mix business with pleasure.


As the game takes its twists and turns, Stone’s assignment leads to a shootout in Las Vegas and a car chase down the coast of Southern California.

Game Of Fire is the third book in the Jonathon Stone Mystery Series.

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Excerpt of Game of Fire: Chapter 1

The salty ocean air filled my nose as I jogged along the running path. It was a typical Sunday winter morning in the Long Beach area. The marine layer would last until noon or so and then break apart.

This was my morning routine now that my CIA assignment had changed to an on-call asset. Chasing terrorism had been my job for a while now. From day-to-day I never knew where in the world I was going to wind up.

I could see my most favorite coffee shop in the world, Essie’s, several hundred yards down the pathway to the green belt that separated the Pacific Ocean from an area called Belmont Shore. I had lived in the area for a couple of years now and since I could catch an op anywhere in the world, it was a good base location for me. The ocean, the mild weather and a gambling casino just five minutes away was my way of living.

I grabbed a newspaper at the door and headed to my usual table in the corner. A crowd of locals were intently watching TV and talking politics. It was funny. No matter where I went in the world, this scene was repeated. The scuttlebutt could become very heated at times.

Roxie, the morning waitress at Essie’s Coffee Shop, headed toward me with a steaming pot of coffee.

“Hi, Rox. I’ll have a bagel with cream cheese.”

Everybody called her Rox. I could never understand how you could shorten someone’s name when it was already short. Now I could understand people cutting my name from Jonathon to Jon.

She poured my coffee with a quick flick of the wrist. She was good at what she did.

“Coming right up. Toasted lightly, right?”

“You got it. How are the Lakers doing?” I asked, knowing they were leading the league.
Roxie’s answer always depended on the night before. If the Lakers won she was all smiles. If they lost, look out.

“Those bums lost in overtime. They should play that one tall rookie more.”

I started reading the front page. A large picture of a fire jumped out at me. Now I know why the television was turned loud this morning. I turned my attention to the TV in the front of the room. I watched the fire scene as the firemen sprayed the structure with large hoses. That looked bad.

I stood and walked closer to the TV. I knew the area of the fire. I recognized it from the large mall sign in the parking lot in front of the complex. We had closed a surveillance op there just five months ago.

I returned to my table and started reading the paper.

2/18/2007, Orange County Daily News
FIRE MARS TET FESTIVAL IN GARDEN GROVE

Last night at around ten o’clock, a fire broke out in the Le Hi Shopping Mall on Bolsa Ave. in Garden Grove and quickly went out of control, completely destroying the complex. Hours earlier the street in front of the Mall was filled with party-goers celebrating the Annual Tet Festival Parade. There were thousands of people along the parade route in the Little Saigon area during the day….

I got up and moved closer to the TV again. A fire chief was giving a briefing.

“Good morning. I am Eddie Lam, Garden Grove Fire Chief. I am here to report on the fire last night at the Le Hi Shopping Mall. The cause of the fire is currently under investigation. It appears that something exploded or caught on fire which immediately hit the gas line and spread rapidly through the complex. Multiple fire departments responded, but there was little they could do, but contain the fire from spreading to surrounding structures and neighborhoods. We were lucky that the crowd from the parade had dispersed already.”

“Was anyone hurt?” one of the reporters asked.

Fire Chief Lam continued, “There was one casualty reported. The victim was a male, but at this time he has not been identified.”

“How many fire departments responded?” another reporter asked.

“Fire and police units from Garden Grove, Westminster, Huntington Beach and Long Beach responded to the three alarm fire. One final note. It is expected that the area will be cleared for tonight’s Chinese New Year parade. The Westminster Parade is scheduled to start at 6 PM today. I need to go. We will try to keep you updated as much as we can.”

The fire chief turned and disappeared into the crowd.

There was a video store in the mall that the Agency had been watching for over a year. Our group had been waiting for an international terrorist named Tay Minh to show up. We had shut down the surveillance when chatter had placed him living and operating in Hong Kong.

About the same time our CIA undercover operation in downtown Long Beach had been compromised and the staff was scattered to the wind. I had stayed in the area and become an at-large asset.

Since then I had caught a couple overnighters as we call them. It had been about six months since my last full assignment. That was okay with me, but I did miss the action. At least I got to do some gambling and continue my drinking and running around with my on-again, off-again girlfriend, Jill. She was a cocktail waitress at the Ocean Queen Casino which seemed to make things more complicated at times. She still bought my cover as a freelance writer, but she didn’t understand why I was always carrying a gun.
Several years ago, I was moved from Europe to the Long Beach area to a new CIA secret division called Domestic Operations-Terrorism. It was simply called DOT. It was created to handle terrorist threats inside the US that originated outside our borders.  

About James Moushon

Born in Illinois, James Moushon is a published writer in the electronic document field. Moushon is a graduate of Bradley University in Peoria, IL.

He is the author of the Jonathon Stone Mystery Novels. He has published the 'Black Mountain Secrets' and recently released 'Game of Fire'.

Starting over 15 years ago, he helped lead the startup of the electronic forms industry in the creation, conversion and usage of electronic forms by supplying that industry with a continuing source of published literature, software products and training seminars.

In 2003, Moushon changed his focus to ebooks and their development.

He is currently wearing Three Hats. He is a mystery author, book industry blogger and a computer consultant. You can find his blogging at: HBS Author's Spotlight, the HBS Mystery Reader's Circle and the eBook Author's Corner.

He has spent the majority of his adult life developing computer systems and thinking about writing.

His website is: www.jamesmoushon.com

To contact him e-mail: james.moushon@gmail.com

Visit his blogs, as follows:
eBook Author's Corner blog: http://hbspublications.blogspot.com/
 HBS Mystery Reader's Circle: http://hbsreaderscircle.blogspot.com/