Monday, January 7, 2019

Rogue's Angels Present: Picture Not Perfect by D. E. Haggerty

Please welcome D. E. Haggerty author of Picture Not Perfect

The author will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


Picture Not Perfect
by D.E. Haggerty 

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GENRE: Romantic Suspense

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BLURB:

A picture tells a story. But is it the truth?

When the police find pictures of Melanie hanging up at her murdered colleague’s house, they’re convinced he was stalking her. Maybe she even killed him. Melanie was not being stalked! And she certainly didn’t kill her supposed stalker – as if. But Mel – always up for a bit of drama – jumps at the chance to go search for the real killer. When Mel’s ex-boyfriend, Owen, discovers her plans, he pulls out all the stops to ensure she’s safe and to win her back. No matter what happens with the murder investigation, he’s not letting her go. With the police setting their sights on Mel, he may need to jeopardize his own career on the police force to protect her.

Will Mel find the real killer before the detectives arrest her for murder?

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EXCERPT:

“Ms. Hanson, please have a seat.” Detective Meyer motioned to a chair before setting a bottle of water on the table in front of it. Then, he sat down and placed a file on the table in front of him. His partner remained standing in the corner of the room near the door. Mel started to stomp her way to the chair before remembering someone was probably watching and recording whatever she did and said in the room. She firmed her jaw before slowly walking to the chair and sitting down. 

She took a few gulps of water before asking, “Is this where you finally tell me what’s going on?” 

Instead of answering her question, the detective pulled a picture out of the file and put it on the table in front of her. “Do you know this man?” 

Mel picked up the picture. “Sure. It’s Alfred Schultz. He’s a social sciences teacher at the high school where I’m a guidance counselor.” She handed the picture back to the detective. “Why?” 

Again, he ignored her. He pulled out a series of pictures and laid them on the table in front of her. Mel looked down and gasped at what she saw. Every single picture was of her. “What in the world are you doing with these? What is going on?” 

“These are pictures we found in Mr. Schultz’s apartment.” 

“What?” Why would Alfred have pictures of her in his apartment? They weren’t friends. Was he following her? She shivered. The man’s creepiness level just skyrocketed. “What’s going on?” 

“That’s what we’d like to know,” Detective Davis replied from her position leaning against the wall. 

Mel’s hands shook as she gathered the pictures together and handed them back to the detective. She needed to calm down. Freaking out wouldn’t get her any answers. She forced herself to remember her yoga training. Calming breaths. She could do this. Deep breath in through the nose. Exhale through the mouth. Again. Breathe in. Breathe out. 

“What was your relationship with Mr. Schultz?” 

“We don’t really have a relationship. We’re colleagues. He’d like more, but …” she trailed off. Wait a second! Her mind rewound on his words. “Was? Did you say was?” She gulped. “What happened?” 

“Mr. Schultz was found dead in his home yes—” His words were cut off by Detective Davis clearing her throat.  

Mel gasped. “Found dead? Is that cop-speak for murdered?” At the detective’s nod, her mouth dropped open. “How? Why? Who?” 

“We were hoping you could answer those questions for us,” Detective Davis answered. She was no longer casually leaning against the wall but now stood with her arms crossed over her chest staring down at Melanie. 

“Me? Why would I be able to answer those questions for you?” In response, Davis merely tilted her head towards the pictures. 

The pieces of the puzzle clicked together, and she finally realized what was going on. She jumped from her chair. “Holy moly! You think I had something to do with his death!”

Excerpt Two:
Melanie opened the driver’s door and slipped into her car. She watched in the rearview mirror as Pru climbed into the back seat. The woman who was almost always wearing flowery clothes was now dressed from top to toe in black. Black tights, black long-sleeved t-shirt, and black knit cap. 

“What’s with the knit cap? It’s like 60 degrees out. You’re not sick, are you?” Mel didn’t fancy sitting in a car with someone coughing the entire time. 

Pru adjusted her cap to ensure her curly red locks were completely covered. “I thought we were doing a stakeout? I didn’t want my hair to give us away.” She held up the bags she’d brought. “I brought snacks and everything.” 

“What kind of snacks?”

Before Pru could answer Mel’s question, Terri butted in. “We’re not doing a stakeout!”

Mel ignored Terri. Of course, they were doing a stakeout. She turned back to Pru. “Seriously, what did you bring? Anything good?” 

Terri interrupted her again, “Why are we doing this?” 

Mel grunted and turned around and started the car. They fell into silence as they drove the ten minutes to the address Ryder had provided. 

Pru handed cups of coffee to Terri and Melanie. “Here. What do we do now?”

Mel took a sip of her coffee before answering, “We wait for something to happen.” 

“Like what?” 

Mel had no answer. She wasn’t exactly an expert on stakeouts. The previous and only other stakeout she’d been on ended quickly when the bad guys tried to ram their car into hers. 

“How do you deal with potty breaks? I’ve got a bladder the size of a pea.”

Terri snickered next to her. “I’m sure we can find a bush for you to squat behind.” 

“They never get into these details in books,” Pru grumbled before putting her coffee back into the drink tray without taking a sip. 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I grew up reading everything I could get my grubby hands on, from my mom's Harlequin romances, to Nancy Drew, to Little Women. When I wasn't flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although on the odd occasion I did manage to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic before returning to the law. But practicing law really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out running a B&B wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that manuscript languishing in the attic before following the husband to Istanbul where I decided to give the whole writer-thing a go. But ten years was too many to stay away from my adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where, in between tennis matches and failing to save the world, I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book. 
Picture Not Perfect is my fourteenth novel. 

Author links:
Website: http://dehaggerty.wordpress.com
Blog: https://dehaggerty.wordpress.com/category/mymusings/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dehaggerty
Twitter: https://twitter.com/dehaggerty
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dehaggerty/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7210211.D_E_Haggerty
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/D.E.-Haggerty/e/B00ECQBURU/
Newsletter signup: http://eepurl.com/bbmdj9
Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+DEHaggerty/posts
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/denahaggerty/
Bookbub author page: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/d-e-haggerty
LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/d-e-haggerty-4b49a29/
Email: dena@dehaggerty.com

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Picture-Perfect-Reluctant-Detectives-Book-ebook/dp/B07KG6ZH33/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/907044
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/nl/en/ebook/picture-not-perfect
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/picture-not-perfect-de-haggerty/1129901203
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42767307-picture-not-perfect


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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

The author will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2890

Sunday, January 6, 2019

#EditingByAngels


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Saturday, January 5, 2019

Galleys... not the Grecian kind



This is not the galley of which I speak, nor is a ship's kitchen. I'm writing about the galley sent to a contracted writer just before publication. 

A galley is the manuscript of your story formatted in book style. There is the acknowledgement page, disclaimer page, and credit pages at the front. The back usually has a bio of the author and blurbs of other books written and published by the author.

However, the meat of a galley is the current story. This is the final opportunity for the creator to tweak their work. It is NOT an opportunity to do a rewrite but gives the creator time to check for errors, misspelled words that have escaped three sets of eyes, and questionable punctuation. Whether you like it or not, the final product published is viewed by the reading public as having been completely put together by the writer. They don't see the seven or eight steps from computer screen to book in hand or on e-reader. The quality or lack thereof, reflects on the author.

If you feel this is an overstatement consider; this angel just received a newsletter from one of the most successful marketing groups online about 2019 book opportunities. An informal poll of readers showed they rate books based on quality as well as content. How many misspellings are there? Are there words missing, and so forth. 

It doesn't matter if this is the 800th time you've read and reread this story. Grab a cup of your favorite brew, settle your butt in the chair, and do your final, most important job on your soon-to-be-published book. Your bank account will thank you.

Sable Angel

Friday, January 4, 2019

Happy New Year



By this time, most of the hangovers are healed, stupidity has been highlighted for all to see, and the business of day-to-day life is moving forward. In my corner of the world, we are in the throws of winter and, as Oregon is prone to do, it is raining. Go figure.

I've arrived at the conclusion I'll never keep any resolutions set in the first week of a new year, so I don't make them. Instead, I've opted to think of those things I want to continue doing.

Such as:

Treasuring my best friend and others close to me. I can be as stubborn as a two-year-old, but my best friend is the one person who will tell me exactly how I'm acting and to 'knock it off.' Since she has been in my life near on to 30 years, I have a tendency to listen to her. I have others who show me the support I need when it appears the world is condemning my every thought.

Staying in contact with my stepchildren and my grandchildren. Even if it's just every once in a while, they are such amazing people, I marvel at their tenacity in times of stress and their outrageous humor all the other times.

Trying to maintain my health. I've not done so well lately, but I have to stop thinking of myself as indestructible. As we all know, we break. I need to work just a bit harder to accept the changes of living past twenty and learn NOT to say, "Sure. No problem".

Being thankful for the improvements in my life. My husband is finding ways to deal with his Rheumatory Arthritis that don't involve knocking himself out with drugs and alcohol. The doctors are listening and coming up with workable solutions. This also includes every day issues of debt relief. A creditor gave me the best tip ever on how to help myself. That's what happens when you listen.

Writing what I love. It's very frustrating to put a year or two into the life of a story and have it fall flat in the market. I've tried to stop writing, but I love telling stories and trying to work out plotlines. My friends and a few others say I'm a good writer. My hope is to create a distraction for a couple hours where readers can escape to a different world.

What do you want to continue doing in the next year?

Sable Angel

Thursday, January 3, 2019

#CheckInAndShareDay


It's Check In Day.

Let's Make Fireworks


Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Still working on Tavia's Story and Christel's story adding a scene with Aidan. Finished Caitlin's story the soon to be love of Roc (Richard Oakes Crandall) Leighton Duke of Rusham. Roc is the son of The Duchess who appears in the Twelve Dancing Princess' story.

My story in the anthology series is done, the rough draft anyway.

I'm rereading Christel's story and adding at least one scene.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

#HealthyHomicide #Suspense


Author: C. L. Kraemer
Genre: Mystery
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 1


Just $0.99

BLURB:

Two murders have occurred at the Barrel Springs Day Spa. Police hurry to find the method and reason before anyone else is murdered.

EXCERPT: Healthy Homicide

Barrel Springs Day Spa had many features, but the one that had set it apart from its closest competitor, West Palmdale Rejuvenation Clinic and Fitness Center, was the No Cellphone rule. On the one occasion Alexa had scheduled a massage at West Palmdale, the masseuse’s cellphone had rung--and she had taken the call! That pretty well convinced Alexa she wouldn’t visit again.

As she turned her phone on, it immediately began to ring. Alexa sighed, checked the time-11:30-and answered. Not soon enough her time would be her own.

"Alexa Bond."

"Ms. Bond? Are you still on the property? This is Cyndi Palmer, and I really need to speak with you. Can you spare a moment? I promise it won’t take long."

Something about the note of desperation in Cyndi’s voice touched Alexa.

"Okay, but I’ve got a noon meeting with the mayor pro tem, and I can’t miss it."

She turned and walked back into the spa’s lobby. A piercing scream rent the air. Alexa’s skin prickled in goose bumps. She stepped aside of the uniformed employees running in the direction of the Vitamin Verandah. Spotting Cyndi Palmer, her normally tanned face ashen, Alexa raised an eyebrow. Behind Cyndi was the spa’s assistant manager, Marilyn, who strolled to Alexa’s side.

"I’ll bet it’s just Vonnie Spencer trying to get her session for free. That woman is a menace. She’s badmouthed and scared every employee here except the head masseuse. He’s so stoic even she can’t ruffle his feathers. Why don’t you wait here? I’m sure this will take only a moment." Marilyn winked, her bright, green eyes twinkling as she strolled in the direction of the current crisis.

Alexa watched as Cyndi dashed past Marilyn nearly knocking her over in the process and instructed the receptionist to call 911. She picked the microphone up and flipped the switch.

"Ladies. I’m sorry but we’ve had an emergency arise. I’d like to ask all of you to please dress and come to the lobby. I’ll explain in more detail when everyone is out front. Your appointments today are courtesy of the spa. Thank you." Returning the microphone to the desktop, head in hands, Cyndi faced the wall mural located behind the reception desk of a serene Tahitian beach.

Alexa moved to her side. "Cyndi? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Sighing deeply, the tall, elegantly muscled, tanned spa manager offered a lopsided smile.

"No, Ms. Bond. I’m afraid you’re going to miss your meeting. When my appointment secretary went to notify Ms. Spencer it was time for her Swedish sauna, well, she, she found her…dead."







Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Rogue's Angels Present: Gun Fight at the Old Leake Canal by GB Hope

Please welcome GB Hope author of Gun Fight at the Old Leake Canal.

GB Hope will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


Gunfight at the Old Leake Canal
by GB Hope

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GENRE: YA, sci-fi, thriller, apocalyptic, conspiracy theory

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BLURB:

In Liverpool, England, 18-year-old student and Freerunner, Bodie, survives an assassination attempt and flees for his life. His only thought is to secure the safety of girlfriend, Lily, and reach his journalist cousin, Anthony.

Bodie has stumbled into a diabolical plot from the world's governments to end terrorism, famine and global warming in one swift swoop. So begins a race for survival, joined by a variety of other characters, moving from one set piece to the next, as the world that everyone knows is about to change forever.


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EXCERPT:

Bodie turned to pass over the slip of paper with the address written on it, but Dean wasn’t there any more, instead replaced with a shocking splash of red up the wall. Bodie was momentarily nonplussed, slowly looking down at Dean, with half the man’s face missing, then back at the wall which he realised was smeared with the American’s blood and brains. Stunned, Bodie allowed his legs to collapse from under him, just as another high calibre bullet came through the window and embedded itself in the wall with a dull thud.



‘Dammit!’

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

GB Hope is the author of 11 novels of various genres. He lives in Manchester with his Indonesian wife and their two boys.


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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

GB Hope will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2886"