Mind Over Murder

Today it is my pleasure to welcome author Kathy DiSanto and her paranormal thriller, Mind Over Murder.

Author’s description

She’s been gifted with The Sight, but she didn’t see this coming ….

When happy, upstanding citizens of New Frisco start to murder complete strangers, then die by suicide an hour or so later, crime reporter A. J. Gregson is determined to find out why.

Teaming up once again with CIIS Special Agent Jack Eagan—a man who’s rapidly becoming more than just another need-to-know fed—A. J. and a handful of others find themselves racing against the clock to stop the bloodshed.

Who or what is compelling these people? And who will be the next to die?

About the Author

Award-winning novelist Kathy DiSanto writes in several genres: sweet romance, paranormal, dystopian science fiction, and urban fantasy.

Her love of words—bamboozle, finagle, sprocket, flabbergast—inspired her to study German in college, because gaining access to a host of words in another language was a fascinating prospect. How does one resist expressions like Kummerspeck and Freundschaftsbezeugung, for example? As she’s fond of saying, “That would take a better woman than I. (Or a better woman than me, if we’re sticking with the colloquial and conversational.)” In addition to sating her verbal appetite with marvelously multisyllabic, tongue-twisting words, studying the German language challenged her inner Grammar Stickler in strange and mysterious ways. Thus, she considers her choice of an otherwise questionable major a win-win.

Her career as an author officially began in 1997, when she published two books with Bantam’s Loveswept line. Her books to date include:

For Love or Money (Golden State Hearts Book 1)
Hunter’s Shadow (Golden State Hearts Book 2)
Amanda’s Eyes (A.J. Gregson series, Book 1)
The Alpha Genesis Option

In addition to writing highly regarded fiction, she worked for many years as a communications specialist for Texas A&M University. Since retiring, she has done freelance writing. All told, throughout her career and after, she’s written several hundred feature articles for magazines, the web, blogs, and newsletters.

The mother of two talented professional musicians—and G-Mom to the cutest little boy EVER—Kathy is also a dedicated rescue dog mama, a U.S. Air Force veteran, and a late-blooming home improvement fanatic. She enjoys writing, reading, going to the gym, walking the dogs, and dancing like nobody is watching anywhere her sons are playing.

Find the Author

Website: https://kathydisanto.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KathyDiSantoAuthor/
LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kathydisanto
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Kathy_DiSanto
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3525940.Kathy_Disanto

Buy the Book

Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08VJKSVFP

Yes, there is a giveaway

The author will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Enter here to win.

This post is part of a tour sponsored by Goddess Fish. Check out all the other tour stops. If you drop by each of these and comment, you will greatly increase your chances of winning.

Enjoy an Excerpt

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I got the impression the attraction between us isn’t one sided.”

Caught in that killer blue gaze, I puffed out my cheeks, blew out a breath. “It isn’t.”

“Well, then? We’re both healthy, both single.”

Why did making a mistake suddenly sound so alluring?

Thank you!

Kathy DiSanto — we appreciate your sharing your book Mind Over Murder with us! Best of luck with sales, and with all of your future writing.

Tools of a Thief

Today it is my pleasure to welcome author D. Hale Rambo and her fantasy novella Tools of a Thief

Author’s description

How do you stop being a thief? Zizy assumed quitting her job, stealing from her boss, and flitting magically across the continent was one way to give it a go. Getting in and out of sticky situations is typically Zizy’s specialty. A little spellwork here, a pinch of deception there, and she’s home free. Quick-fingered, fast-talking, and charming the gnome knows traveling across a shattered continent won’t be easy. Still, she has the skills to keep herself from getting killed.
Too bad she was followed on her one-way trip. Pressed into a mission she can’t say no to, Zizy feels desperate, out of place, and as lonely as before. But when she meets a charming book hoarder with bold curiosity, Zizy can’t help but want to bring her along on this one last job. She’ll just hide her past, her present, and complicating info about herself. What could go wrong?

About the Author

Hale Rambo is an avid reader, Pathfinder/Dungeons & Dragons player, bubble bath connoisseur, and author. She has been writing and creating other worlds since she was old enough to mark them on her bedroom wall. As a dungeon master and in life, D. Hale Rambo believes in the fun of morale bonuses, inspiration, and always using cover. Get updates on the series, say hello, or debate with her about the versatility of gnomes at http://www.dhalerambo.com .

Find the Author

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dhalerambo
Twitter: @therambogeeks
Instagram: @therambogeeks

Buy the Book

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Tools-Thief-Decisions-Kairas-Book-ebook/dp/B08TM9DFNC/

Yes, there is a giveaway

The author will be awarding 1 of 3 print copies of the book (US only) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Enter here to win.

This post is part of a tour sponsored by Goddess Fish. Check out all the other tour stops. If you drop by each of these and comment, you will greatly increase your chances of winning.

Enjoy an Excerpt

Zizy was taught growing up that expanding the Vault had been a request of the gnomes creator, the Trickster. The gnomes had built three glorious cities over the course of the last hundred or so years. Arovein, their original city, Zumi to the southwest along the coast, and Hadu on the northwest coast. All built in the tunnels and caverns of the Vault with small trading settlements above ground. But everything else after that had been gnome ingenuity. The waterworks pipeline, the spellwork-powered carts, the mechwork creatures—all made life grand for them. Enabled them to focus on their particular pursuits and research without worry for the busy motions of just living life.

She missed the clanking of metal as someone walked down the street testing out some new contraption. She missed her favorite tavern. Discussing over mugs of brewbeer what new idea a friend had thought up and watching—or sometimes being—the one who had agreed to be a tester. She missed being in charge of her daily life. Zizy let the pang of homesickness for Zumi and her old life wash over her.

What the minds of her people could come up with would be mesmerizing to a Brix. Simply astonishing. Or frightening, if they were ignorant sticks in the mud. She had encountered many like that since she entered their lands, those who saw her and understood she wasn’t like them. Some had been polite and ignored it when interacting with her. But others, scared beyond sense, had been more harmful and even attacked her unprovoked. So she’d tried to pass straight through, not standing out, with only mild altercations like yesterday’s.

But then there was Laysa. Something about this Brix was different, intriguing, and though Zizy had thought, as she drank in the inn the evening before, that the best way to avoid Emba’s bad side was just to do as she said, the spark of defiance she felt every time she saw Emba had reared its head. Her mind returned to Laysa off and on all night. The way she didn’t hesitate to ask and answer. The volley of words she seemed happy to spill. Zizy sensed she could talk for ages, and Zizy wasn’t unhappy, she mused, at the prospect of talking to her again. Around in circles Zizy went, drink after drink, until she just decided to do what she was best at: ignore all reasonable suggestions and do what she wanted anyway.

Thank you!

D. Hale Rambo — we appreciate your sharing your book Tools of a Thief with us! Best of luck with sales, and with all of your future writing.

Knight Light

Today it is my pleasure to welcome author Claudia Riess and her mystery by novel, Knight Light.

Author’s description

On March 24, 1946, World Chess Champion, Alexander Alekhine, is found dead in his hotel room in Estoril, Portugal.  The cause of death remains mired in controversy when, three-quarters of a century later, a letter of his that could rock the art world is unearthed in a routine home renovation in upstate New York.  The letter is addressed to a person of international repute and offers information about art works looted during the German occupation of Paris.
When the young man in possession of the letter is brutally murdered, his mentor, art history professor Harrison Wheatley and Harrison’s sleuthing partner, art magazine editor Erika Shawn, hurl themselves into the dual mission of tracking down both the killer and the looted art.
The hunt takes the couple to far flung locations, and as the stakes rise along with the murder count, it looks like the denouement will take place far from the comforts of home.

About the Author

Claudia Riess is a Vassar graduate who’s worked in the editorial departments of The New Yorker and Holt, Rinehart and Winston.  She is author of the Art History Mystery Series published by Level Best Books and includes: “Stolen Light,”* “False Light” and “Knight Light.” She is also author of “Semblance of Guilt” and “Love and Other Hazards.”

“Knight Light,” the third novel in her Art History Mystery Series, released February 23, 2021, follows the series amateur sleuths Erika Shawn, art magazine editor and Harrison Wheatley, art history professor, as they tackle the sinister world of art crime that tests both their courage- and love-under-fire.

Find the Author

Website — www.claudiariessbooks.com
Twitter — https://twitter.com/ClaudiaRiess
Facebook — https://www.facebook.com/ClaudiaRiessBooks

Buy the Book

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Knight-Light-Art-History-Mystery-ebook/dp/B08VY6RQVF/

Yes, there is a giveaway

The author will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Enter here to win.

This post is part of a tour sponsored by Goddess Fish. Check out all the other tour stops. If you drop by each of these and comment, you will greatly increase your chances of winning.

My Favorite Excerpt

The door to the master bedroom was wide open, yet seeing the tableau of nanny and infant locked in a look he read as mutual devotion, Harrison felt obliged to rap on the door before disturbing the scene.

Kate was standing in profile, cradling Lucas in her arms.  She had on a form-fitting tank top and tights, and her mop of flaxen hair was reined into a high pony tail.  When she broke gaze with Lucas to look toward Harrison, her expression bore the remnants of affection.  “Ready, Daddy?” she asked, looping him into their orbit.

“Absolutely,” he said, striding toward them.

As Kate handed Lucas to him, Harrison was moved by the tenderness of her movements, the glimmer of regret in her relinquishment.  Unlike Kate, he held Lucas at arm’s length, wary of the soiled diaper.  Carrying him to the changing table—the infant surprisingly unperturbed by the awkward means of transport—it suddenly occurred to Harrison that a woman like Kate would make an agreeable match for his son.  Beautiful, intelligent, caring, what more could a father wish for?  It was not until Lucas had been placed on the changing table and began wriggling in protest did Harrison realize the hilarious prematurity of the notion, along with his own libidinous detachment from it.  Equally amusing.

He could not help but grin as he un-velcroed Lucas’s diaper.  Kate, meanwhile, rushed to his side to hand him a baby wipe from the shelf under the table. “Let me do it,” he said, as their hands brushed against each other at the wipe’s retrieval.  Kate whisked away her hand, with a smile inadequately masking unease.

What was she thinking? That he was about to make an Arnold Schwarzenegger move on her?  Think again.  He admired her body the way he admired Renoir’s Bather.  Skin deep.  He wiped down Lucas’s bottom and deposited the soiled items into the bin designed for that purpose.  With one hand on Lucas’s belly to stabilize him, he reached with the other for a fresh diaper on the lowest shelf of the changing table.  Kate stood right next to him, her hands poised above Lucas like a priest about to deliver a benediction, in case she had to come to the infant’s rescue.

Erika stepped into the room.  “How’s it going?” she asked evenly, not quite as impressed by the tableau before her as Harrison had been of his.

“Going great,” Kate answered.  On such a fair complexion, even the tiniest blush was visible.

“Your husband’s doing just fine,” she said, stepping away from her charge, considering the critical stage of Mission Diaper had passed.

“When expectations are low, every minor advance is a major victory,” Harrison said, struggling with the diaper alignment.

“Let me help you,” Erika said, coming near.

“He doesn’t want to be helped,” Kate said with a little laugh.  “Take it from me.”

Take it from you? Erika sniped within.  “You’re right,” she said, straining to be her better self.

“There we are!” Harrison declared, as he stuck closed the second pair of diaper flaps.  “A little awry, but good as new.”

Lucas, who had been intermittently releasing grunted complaints, suddenly launched a full-throated protest.

Kate started for the bedroom door.  “You’ll want your privacy,” she said.  “I’ll be in my room studying.  Call me whenever, okay?”  Without asking, she knew to shut the door on her way out.

Erika lifted Lucas from the changing table and immediately his cries became anticipatory.  She sat down in the rocking chair and raised her shirt, then snapped open one of the panels of her nursing bra and held Lucas to her breast.  “Kate’s a wonder, isn’t she?” she tested.

Harrison assumed the question was rhetorical and didn’t respond to it.  Besides, looking at her prompted a response to a thought he had had earlier, about certain forms of admiration being only skin deep. He approached the rocking chair and dropped to one knee before her.

She was nonplussed.  “Are you going to propose again?”

He didn’t answer that question either.  He slid his hands along her outer thighs, stopping when he reached her hips.  He held her there, just like that, saying nothing for a moment, just looking.  “To the bone,” he said finally.

She knew it was a declaration of love, but it seemed to have come from out of the blue.  No matter.  Its sincerity put her needling questions to rest.

Thank you!

Claudia Riess  — we appreciate your sharing your book Knight Light with us! Best of luck with sales, and with all of your future writing.