Sunday, May 20, 2018

First Contact by Kat Green - Audio Book Review

Sloane Osborne is a paranormal real estate agent in the business of selling haunted houses, but, in truth, she’s only searching for one ghost. And her time is running out.
It’s the 366th day after her fiancĂ©’s death. Michael used to like putting things off for “a year and a day” - so tonight’s the night. Sloane will do anything to make contact with him before the clock strikes midnight. When she gets a call to check out a home in Waukesha, Wisconsin, it’s the last place she thinks Michael would contact her.
Sloane is dead wrong.
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**I received this audiobook at no-cost from Audiobookworm Promotions. The gifting of this audiobook did not affect my opinion of it.**
First Contact is a horror novel about a paranormal real estate agent named Sloane who is determined to make contact with her dead fiance. Unfortunately for her, when she goes to a supposed haunted house for sale in Wisconsin, she gets way more than she ever could have bargained for.

Now, I don't want to spoil anything, so I won't say anything else about what, exactly, happens. I will say that I did like Sloane, even though she was a bit...frustrating at times. I get her determination and desire to explore and discover all the secrets, but sometimes you gotta learn to take a step back and just wait. Wait for someone else so you don't get yourself into some crazy predicament, or killed by ghosts, or something. 

In terms of other characters, I would have liked to have had Jonah fleshed out a little more. I liked him, but I wanted more from him. That would have been nice.

Story-wise, I really liked it. It was intense and flowed really well. It was paced nicely, not too quick and not too slow. It kept me intrigued and curious. 

The narrator, Kate Tyler, did a really nice job with the story. She brought Sloane to life and made her seem like someone you might know in real life. She also did a good job with the other characters. The old man, Alvin, sounded like a...well, I won't spoil anything about his character, but he's not very likeable. I will say that. And Kate made him sound like someone you wanted to push down a hill into oncoming traffic. 

It was definitely easy to follow along with the story, and which character was which. Kate gave them all their own voice, and it was nice to hear the variety and range. Some narrators make all of the characters sound very similar, but Kate made them all stand out in their own way.

I didn't notice anything strange or out of place with the story or the narration. It all flowed together nicely, and it kept me hooked. No weird or long pauses, no stuttering or stumbling, no reading too fast, etc. 

Kat Green wrote a really spooky haunted house story, and Kate Tyler brought it to life. I felt like I could have been there with Sloane at times.

Overall, I quite liked the audio book version of First Contact, and I'd recommend it to fans of haunted house stories/ghost stories.

Four stars from me!
Author Bio
Kat Green is the alias of authors KAT de Falla and Rachel GREEN.

Rachel Green has always believed in ghosts but saw her first full body apparition while working at an old movie theater in college. When she met Kat de Falla at a writer’s workshop, she knew she’d met a kindred spirit – one who was also sensitive to the hereafter. And after bonding on a few ghost adventures, Kat Green was born.

Kat de Falla lived in a haunted house for too long. 
When things really heated up, she had several paranormal teams investigate, 
but things only got worse. 
When her mother suggested they contact a shaman, she agreed to come, saying she had been waiting for Kat's call. The home was cleansed and sold. When she paired up with Rachel Green, the idea of co-writing a book with a paranormal real estate agent seemed perfect.

Book One is First Contact and book two, Second Sight releases on June 28th, 2017. Fans of Ghost Adventures, The Dead Files, Ghosthunters, and the movie Ghost will love this series!

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Malevolent Sadness by Julian M. Coleman - Book Blitz + Giveaway

Malevolent Sadness
Julian Coleman
(The Prophet’s Mother, #2)
Publication date: June 24th 2017
Genres: Adult, Horror, Thriller
***Contains Graphic Violence/Adult Content***
A new paranormal suspense thriller from the WINNER of The Independent Author Network 2016 OUTSTANDING BOOK of the YEAR. Can a detective save a Prophet from a monster? Harry is an Army veteran who survived a childhood tragedy and tough years in foster care. Today, he’s a pragmatic and no-nonsense Homicide detective investigating the Victor Adamson kidnapping. As he digs for leads, Harry realizes he’s in the middle of a dark conspiracy, and his life is in jeopardy. His only option is to save Victor. But to do that, he must embrace the supernatural. He has to believe monsters are real. If he doesn’t, then both he and Victor may die.

The shadow woman floated upward. Her elegant ascent was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. Outside the wind screamed like a lost soul in perpetual torment. There was an inhuman quality in the sound, which convinced Harry he’d lost any chance of reasoning with Evie.
Edgar dipped inside a pocket and pulled out a stone. It was black, larger than a half-dollar, and etched with gold symbols. Edgar grinned without a glimmer of humor as he held up the stone like a talisman.
“I hope you rot in hell!” Edgar said as he faced down the specter.
She didn’t recoil.
As she floated closer, Edgar’s bravado wavered. Outside the wind’s fierceness kicked up and the soulful moan sounded more pained.

Author Bio:
I'm a Paranormal/Supernatural Award Winning author who grew up in Richmond, Virginia. As a child I suffered from night terrors. I'm sure you've heard of sleep paralysis which leaves you with the inability to move or speak. There are those of us who not only suffer the paralysis, but we see and hear horrible creatures. Most of the time, I had the good sense to keep my eyes closed. Yes, most of the time. Tell me, who wants to have nightmares about demons?
As I grew older, I realized some demons may not be hideous. To this day, I believe true evil is seductive, even beautiful. Unfortunately there are bad things you can't outgrow. You learn to cope. I did that by writing about demons who will sip your soul while giving you a kiss.
As an adult I also discovered that love transcends nightmares. I'm a dog lover and on several fortunate occasions my dogs entered my dream realm and saved me. The author in me couldn't resist, so in addition to writing about seductive demons, I've penned a tale about a mischievous pooch. If you want a chuckle then read about my canine diva. may want to take a darker path with me. You may want to meet my demons. If that's the case, then I want you to be scared with me. Is that wrong? I don't just want to scare you, though. I want you to care about my characters. Because if you care about them, then you will be afraid for them too. Who knows, you could have nightmares about beautiful demons, too.


Charleston Harbor Romances by Debbie White - Book Tour + Giveaway

Sweet Indulgence
A Charleston Harbor Novel Book 1
by Debbie White

Sweet Romance

Real Men Eat Cupcakes

Annie McPherson has had it with all the blind dates her grandmother and
auntie set her up with. She just wants to be left alone to run the
Sweet Indulgence cupcake bakery – even if it means she’ll remain single forever.
Jack’s just been through a gut-wrenching break-up, and women are the last
thing on his mind. Now he’s on a mission to pick up cupcakes for
his niece’s birthday party—not a mission to fall in love. Pulled
in by Annie’s good looks and witty charm, though, temptation proves too sweet.
But will Annie’s pesky grandmother and auntie welcome Jack as Annie’s
choice or will they have him jumping through hoops to prove he’s the one?
Fans of Debbie Macomber, Sherryl Woods, and Susan Wiggs are sure to love
Sweet Indulgence, the first sweet romance novel in the Charleston Harbor series.
This book is too sweet to pass up!

**Only .99 cents!!**

After a long day at Sweet Indulgence, Annie and Buffy headed home. It was a beautiful afternoon with just a hint of coolness in the air. Suddenly Annie’s stride came to a halt. She looked over her shoulder only to find Buffy rolling in something.
Annie tugged on her leash. “Buffy, what are you doing?” She leaned over and peered at the area getting a whiff of an awful foul smell. “Oh, Buffy! Now you’re going to need a bath.”
A car slowly passed them, stopping suddenly. A man dropped the window down and peered out.
“Hi. Need a lift?” He smiled.
“I’m almost home, silly. Besides, you wouldn’t want Ms. Stinky in your car. She found something disgusting and rolled in it.”
Jack pulled his head back and laughed. “I can help.”
A car honked at Jack. He pulled in his head and then pulled the car over to the curb. The other car quickly raced by, spraying her with water from the recent rain. She glared at the car as it sped past.
“Now two of us will need baths,” Annie said disgustedly.
“Hop in. I don’t care if you’re stinky,” Jack said.
“Not me—Buffy.”
“I know, silly. Get in.”
Annie climbed in the passenger seat after settling Buffy into the back seat.
“Wow, she’s ripe. What the heck did she roll in?” Jack asked as he turned on the air conditioner full blast and recycled the air.
“It looked like rotten fruit, or …”
“Don’t say it. Let’s just stick with fruit as the answer,” Jack said.


While Annie ran the bathwater for Buffy, Jack helped by taking off her collar. Side by side, the two of them scrubbed, rinsed, and repeated as Buffy stood looking like a drowned rat.
“Oh, she’s cold. She’s shivering,” Jack said, wrapping her in a fluffy towel.
“Bring her in the bedroom. I’ll use the blow dryer on her.”
Jack held Buffy while Annie blew dry her coat. “Does she like to be brushed?” Jack asked.
“She tolerates it,” Annie said.
“This calls for a glass of wine,” Jack said, looking down at his grimy and wet clothes.
Annie poured two glasses of merlot. Motioning to her couch, she invited him to sit. “I’m sorry you got so dirty.”
“No worries. I’m glad to help. I hope she enjoys being clean,” he said.
“I’m glad we ran into each other,” Annie said, smiling.
“Well, I stopped by the bakery first and you’d already closed. I figured you were on your way home.”
“Ah, so you planned it,” Annie said as she leaned into him, hitting his shoulder.
“How about I take you out for a bite to eat?” Jack asked, taking a sip of his wine.
“Nah, let’s stay in. Do you like ramen? I lived on that stuff while I was in college and I still like it,” Annie said, getting up from the couch and crossing over to the kitchen.
Ramen made everything better, especially on a cool evening such as this. After they finished dinner, she poured their second glass of merlot, dimmed all the lights, and switched on the television. With Buffy curled up in her bed, exhausted from chewing her bone after her bath, Annie and Jack cuddled on the sofa, proud of their accomplishments.
They were laughing at the show, Funniest Home Videos, when her phone began to dance all over the glass coffee table. She quickly reached for the vibrating phone.
“We’d like to have you over for supper. Some financial papers came that we need to discuss.”
“What kind of paperwork?” Annie covered the phone and mouthed, “Grandmother” to Jack.
Jack raised his finger to his mouth, showing her he’d be closemouthed during the conversation.
“I have a very busy schedule. I’m trying to coordinate something with the Vickie and the girls and Jack.”
“Jack Powell?”
“Yes.” Annie dared her to say anything about it.
“When can we expect you?” Grandma Lilly said, not missing a beat.
Annie sighed into the receiver. “I’ll stop by tomorrow.”
“Everything okay?” Jack asked.
“Yes. I have to read over some paperwork that came in regarding my inheritance.”
“Oh.” Jack set his glass down. “Maybe I should be going, then.”
“No, you don’t need to go. Please stay.”
Jack nodded. “Alright.”
They continued to laugh at the crazy stunts on the show and soon Annie couldn’t even remember the conversation she’d had with her grandmother. After the show, Annie walked Jack to the door.  “Thanks again for helping me. Giving her a bath can be such an ordeal.”
“You’re welcome. And thanks for dinner … and the wine.” He winked.
“Ramen and merlot, the dinner of champions.”
Jack reached out and gently stroked her arm. “I had a great time tonight. It was just the sort of evening I like to spend.”
“Eating ramen and drinking wine?”
“That, and …” He pulled her into his arms. “And this.” His mouth met hers in a soft kiss. She dropped her arms by her side. His sweet warm breath lingered just above her lips. He stepped back, brushing his hand through his hair.
“Hey, you can come back anytime to help me give Buffy a bath,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“As long as you serve me ramen and merlot.” He gave her a quick peck and then he was gone.

Sweet Magnolia
A Charleston Harbor Novel Book 2

What doesn't divide us makes us stronger. 

While on their honeymoon, Annie and Jack are called back to Charleston,
cutting their trip short. But no matter what the disaster, nothing
can deter this dynamic duo from moving forward with their plans to
build their dream home, Sweet Magnolia on Kiawah Island.

This is book two of the Charleston Harbor Novels set in historic
Charleston, South Carolina where sweet tea and love for family
prevail and is the balm that soothes the heart. Follow along in the
series as the Powells and McPhersons live life to the fullest while
overcoming many hardships, making them stronger, and bringing them
closer than ever.

Sweet Carolina
A Charleston Harbor Novel Book 3

When a hurricane threatens to wreak havoc on the South Carolina coast,
Annie prepares Sweet Magnolia for what she thinks will be a day or
two without electricity while Jack checks on Lady Powell down at the
dock. But when Jack doesn’t return promptly, Annie becomes concerned.
Mary makes an announcement that makes her the center of attention, 
but Annie has a bit of news causing them to share the limelight. 
Annie is having second thoughts about running the Sweet Indulgence. Is she
just feeling the pressure of motherhood or could this be the end of
the cupcakery she started from the ground up?
Sweet Carolina, the final installment of the Charleston Harbor Novels
promises to be an uplifting clean and sweet contemporary women’s
fiction laced with a romantic thread, where honor, family, love, and
hope always prevail.

Debbie is a USA Today Bestselling Author. She currently lives in northern
California where the hills are dotted with vineyards and the jagged
coastline is nearby. Many of her books describe the beautiful area
she calls home. She avidly supports animal rescue by donating a
percentage of all book sales to rescue groups nationwide! Now here
are a few more interesting tidbits of information about her!

1. Her spouse served in the U.S. Air Force for over 20 years. She uses
some of her experiences as a military wife in some of her stories.

2. She has two granddaughters and a grandson.
3. She received her degree in Sociology in 2011 and graduated Magna Cum Laude.

4. She hasn't always dreamed of writing, but she's always loved reading
and decided she'd give it a try. Her fans love her so much, she's
still putting out books three years later.

5. Her very first book, The Salty Dog was an Amazon Best-seller. 

6. You can follow all the latest news about releases, book signings and

Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!

The Sweet Life by Dakota Star - Book Tour

Contemporary Romance (with erotica)
Published Date: April 3, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

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My job is everything to me, and climbing the corporate ladder is my one and only goal. Now that I’ve landed an important account for a popular dude ranch, I’m more determined than ever. There’s just one problem I didn’t count on…Mitch Johnson, the tall, hot-tempered, brown-eyed cowboy with the potential to bring my career crashing down around me. He’s a distraction I can’t afford—and a temptation I can’t ignore. But the real kicker? He also happens to be the ranch owner’s son, which means I’m about to saddle up more problems than I can handle.


Alexis followed Mitch outside, butterflies tickling her stomach. The crisp night air smelled delightful after the crowded, stuffy bar. They passed by a bonfire at the edge of the lake, roaring red and orange. Children scurried around with marshmallows on sticks while parents watched on. He kept hold of her hand as they climbed a rugged, twisting path. Alexis slipped a couple times, prompting Mitch to put a gentle hand against her back. Her lungs ached by the time they reached the top. So much for all the money she spent on cardio and kickboxing. They settled on a large boulder, shoulder to shoulder. Small trees lined up like soldiers behind them. In front of her, a valley lay dark and undisturbed, the only noise a faint echo from the dude ranch.
“Look up,” he said.
She did, and all her negative thoughts fled. Heavenly was now a term she better understood. The stars above shone bright and numerous, so many she couldn’t even attempt to count them. She hardly ever stargazed in New York, where the night stars battled streetlights and neon store signs.
“It’s spectacular,” she said.
“No. You are.” He turned her head toward his with a gentle hand and kissed her. At first, their lips barely met, but soon his lips devoured hers. Time stood still under the eternity of the stars, and she lost herself in his touch. “What number is your cabin?” He broke the connection.
 “Three.” It was hard to think, and forming words became a chore. “Why?”
“Why do you think?” Grabbing her hands, he helped her up before they hastened down the hill. His pace quick, she struggled in the dark to keep up.
She should have thought about what might happen, but her mind focused on not falling and the sweetness of his large, calloused hand holding hers. She didn’t want to think anyway. She wanted a night of doing. She was good at getting things done.
She fumbled getting the key into the lock as they entered the small cabin. Mitch tugged his shirt over his head, taking his cowboy hat with it. Alexis watched, admiring the coil of muscles in his arms, every bit the rugged cowboy with his jeans slung low on his narrow hips, the outline of a beard on his cheeks, and his hair mussed from under his cowboy hat.
He placed a surprisingly gentle hand on her cheek. His soft kiss caused flames to erupt in her stomach. Butterflies be damned, this was a heat she had never known. The bed was directly in front of them. When he gently sent her falling onto it, she hit the scratchy coverlet with less grace than she had hoped. She couldn’t help that her mind worked overtime, even with a half-naked cowboy in front of her.
“They need new covers on these beds. These are not romantic. But we can take it off. I’m sure the sheets are soft.”
He smiled at the surly remark, moving over her. “I’ll be sure to let my father know tomorrow after I give you all the romance you’ve ever wanted, plus some.”
Alexis bolted up, hand hitting his naked chest, pushing him back. “Excuse me? Your father?”
“My father owns this place. He bought it after he retired from New York Hospital. He was head of surgery for close to twenty years but wanted to try something different.”
“You’re Dr. Johnson’s son?”
“So what? What does that have to do with us?” Confusion laced the words.
“Our firm was hired by him. I’m working on the dude ranch’s marketing and rebranding account. I came to the ranch to get a firsthand understanding of how it worked.”
“What?” His stare turned hard and probing.
She tucked back loose strands of hair behind her ears. “Your father just hired my company to rebrand and revamp the image of the ranch.”
“He did what? I told him not to do that. Shit, he went behind my back and hired people from the city who know nothing about running a real ranch.”
“I came here to help.”
“You can’t help. You don’t know how to help, and there is no way you could imagine everything that goes into running a ranch from a skyscraper in New York City.”
“That’s not true.” She heard the doubt in her own words.
“Did you tell my father you were coming to the ranch?”
It was Alexis’s turn to be confused. “No.”
“You came out here to snoop around without telling anyone.” Anger and confusion tore through his words. “You sure you’re not just trying to take the ranch for all it’s worth? My dad wouldn’t know any better.”
“Your dad did the right thing hiring my firm. I only came out here to see what I could do to improve the place.” She stood tall, meeting his eyes, but the top of her head barely reached his chin.
“Bullshit.” He pulled away from her. “There is nothing wrong with this ranch. It’s a working dude ranch with livestock. The three years I’ve been here, I’ve seen people come because it’s authentic. Scratchy bed coverings and all.”
“I can’t do this with you.” Alexis circled away from the bed. “It wouldn’t be right with your father as my client.”
He spat the words out. “You’re from the city. You don’t understand anything. You come out here, without telling my father, to snoop around and try to find dirty little secrets, and then complain about how it’s not as ritzy or as wonderful as New York, but we want it to be nothing like the city.”
“You should go.” She pointed at the door.
“Damn right, I’m going. You should head back to your penthouse.”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m here for the weekend and there is no way you are telling me to leave early.”
Mitch shook his head in frustration. “I just met you and you’re making me act crazy.” Mitch turned on his heels, retrieving his shirt and hat from the floor. “I need some time to think.” He flung himself out the door. It slammed behind him.
Alexis sat back down on the bed in shock. She couldn’t have imagined a worse weekend.

About the Author

Dakota Star likes worn-in cowboy boots, a well-trained horse, a cold beverage, and trails to ride in the woods. She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two daughters. Both her daughters have finished college and moved away so her dogs, cats, and retired horse now keep her busy. When not outside hiking or horseback riding, she loves to read and travel.

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