BOOK SPOTLIGHT: From Out of the Past with #MFRWauthor @DenyseBridger

MFRW Author Denysé Bridger released From Out of the Past, a paranormal romantic

mystery, with Crimson Frost Books.

A series of killings has the Toronto Police Department in turmoil. The press has labelled the killer a “werewolf” and hysteria is on the rise in the heat of the summer… Detective Damien Knightley has secrets of his own that need guarding in this very public investigation. Knightley is a vampire, and as the case gets more complex, what he discovers has him both baffled and worried. History is about to repeat itself and explode in violent death if those involved can’t reach Toronto and capture a renegade on a blood-hunt.

As Damien recalls a love from a century ago, the threads of time are being pulled together, joining the past and the present. The beautiful woman he is falling in love with is bringing back memories he’d rather forget, and when the killer is finally revealed, there are more questions than answers in the identity…" The threads of time are being pulled together, joining the past and the present. When a killer is finally revealed, there are more questions than answers in the identity…

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What Reviewers Say...
(From) Out of the Past is a crime-mystery, a thriller, a romance--intensely sensual, interweaving 1880's London with present day Toronto in a heady blend of carefully constructed scenes and a cast of characters that bring the story to life with an undeniable authenticity. This is a tale that will satisfy on many levels. I heartily recommend it for your 'must read' list. Well done, Denysé Bridger. - Amazon Reviewer

This novel is a non-stop action packed blast from start to finish. It made it very difficult to put down. The characters are beautifully and fully developed, and the story is easy to follow and just as easy to become absorbed in. A fantastic ride through the twists and turns of the paranormal world, this novel is an absolute blast. - Night Owl Reviews

EXCERPT

“What brings you here, Damien?” DeVallier asked, and offered the knight a drink from his private stock. When the younger vampire didn’t decline immediately, DeVallier’s full attention was captured. He poured the second glass and held it out to Damien, smiling when Knightley took the crystal goblet and peered at it.
“London,” Damien whispered, his eyes still locked on the scarlet wine. “The killings, the ones we know the ‘Ripper’ didn’t commit.”
“What of them?” DeVallier answered, his tone bored but alert to his child’s mood as he drank deeply.
“I think they may be connected to what’s been happening here,” Damien said reluctantly. He knew precisely how ridiculous it might have sounded, to anyone other than DeVallier.
“Very doubtful,” DeVallier responded.
“You know what happened there. You’ve always known!” Damien’s impatience was making him belligerent and DeVallier’s eyebrow rose, the ironic amusement clear.
“I know a great many things that I haven’t shared with you, Damien,” he taunted with a smile.
Damien glowered at him. He looked again at the glass in his hand, then set the untouched drink on the soundboard.
“What is this killer, DeVallier?”
“A madman?” the ancient vampire suggested mockingly. “A lunatic? Perhaps he’s merely a hunter such as yourself, Damien, one who’s become delusional on a grand scale?”
“You’re not helping.” Damien’s eyes were locked on the glass again, and he couldn’t have been certain if the complaint was because of the lack of answer, or the temptation DeVallier had placed before him in the glass.
“It’s not my job to be helpful, Damien,” the master vampire jeered, his mood changing subtly to a darker menace. “If you insist on playing detective, dear boy, enjoy it. But I have no interest in solving crime, or helping the police. Alysse found your little hobby diverting. I assure you, I don’t!”
“Why won’t you answer me, DeVallier?” Damien asked as the older man neared the door of the sound booth. “I know it’s not one of us, so why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I choose not to, Damien,” DeVallier said casually. He didn’t wait for further comments or pleas, simply left the former knight in silence.
Damien leaned forward, hands on the edge of DeVallier’s control board, and tried to calm the roar in his ears. The glass of blood rested on the smooth surface, the dim lights refracting prisms of color within the crystal, all of them enticing shades of scarlet. He  reached to reclaim the glass, saw his hand shake, and pulled it back with a jerk.
Damien fled the nightclub.

ABOUT Denysé Bridger
Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write.  In the past half dozen years, I’ve released books in all lengths and genres, and it’s something I hope to continue to do for many more years. A visit to my websites will show the diversity of what is currently available, as well as other surprises and extras!

Website: http://www.denysebridger.com
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#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Dare to Risk All @Joyce_Holmes

Dare to Risk All
Joyce Holmes
The Wild Rose Press

Tessa Caldwell’s carefully structured world is thrown into chaos when the handsome stranger she had an uncharacteristic fling with reappears in her life. Ben not only gets the promotion she thought was hers, but is also intent on resuming their physical relationship. Although Tessa’s rational mind insists on a professional association, both her heart and her traitorous body have other ideas. Can her sensible nature possibly win against such temptation?

Memories of the petite blonde with large, blue eyes have haunted Ben Dunham for months. When he transfers to her branch, he anticipates picking up where they left off. Reality doesn’t match memory when the cool and collected lady wants no part of him. If he intends to pursue Tessa, he has to earn her trust. The problem is, Ben carries a dark and dangerous secret. How does he get Tessa to trust him when he can’t trust himself?

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EXCERPT
Ben halted a few feet from Tessa’s chair and she rose to her feet, sliding nervous hands down the front of her skirt. For an instant, they stood frozen face-to-face, outside of time together, cut off from the others, the air between them tangible and electric.
He took a step toward her. Instinctively she stepped back and stared with disbelief into the face that had haunted her for months. Those same iridescent sea-green eyes with flecks of gold and swirls of gray, surrounded by long, thick, dreamy lashes. The slight jog to his nose, as if it had been broken, a trivial flaw that saved his features from absolute perfection.
Neither of them smiled as they continued to watch each other. She could see memories of their one night together reflected in those extraordinary eyes.
Memories of his hands roaming her body, of his mouth searing her mouth, of the two of them reaching peak after shattering peak together while thunder crashed and white-hot lightning forked its way across the storm-tossed night sky outside.
She tried to push the images from her mind and keep her manner professional, but then he offered her his hand and her heart fluttered. A treacherous excitement began rising in her system as reality sank in—this was Ben, standing right in front of her. And this time they didn’t have to say goodbye after three days.
She had an irresistible urge to reach out and touch his face. Her fingers itched to lose themselves in that crisp sandy hair, to wander across his chest, slide over the wide breadth of his shoulders and...
Stop thinking like that!
She forced herself to shake hands with him, uttering polite noises as though he were a complete stranger. Try as she might, she couldn’t get her lips to form the smile of welcome she knew would be the courteous thing to do.
“We’ve already met,” he said, still holding their handshake. His eyes were playful, with green turbulence just beneath. “Remember me?”
She realized with a start that she hadn’t replied. The intoxicating scent of his cologne robbed her of breath and his huskily seductive voice reverberated inside her, leaving her shaken and vulnerable. He was leaning in too close and she had to shake her hand lightly to free it from his grip.
“Of course, I do. We met on the cruise last fall,” she replied, hiding behind an ultra-professional tone.
“That is correct.” Morris’s loud voice startled Tessa. She’d forgotten anyone else was in the room. “The Vancouver branch awarded Benjamin the cruise as well, last year, so the two of you have already had the opportunity to become acquainted. That should facilitate your working relationship.”
Not bloody likely, Tessa thought with a sinking feeling of despair. How could she possibly maintain a businesslike relationship with Ben after the intimacy they’d shared?

ABOUT Joyce M. Holmes
Joyce Holmes lives with her husband and very small dog in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia.  An empty-nest mom, she treasures family time, especially with her two precious little grandsons.  Hiking, biking, boating and photography are pursuits she enjoys when she's not dreaming up stories in her head or planning her next great adventure.

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A View to a Nerd #Thursday13 Sentences from #MFRWauthor @ChrisRedding

MFRW Author Chris Redding shares her book on Thursday Thirteen.
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and two show rabbits.  She graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism and is still a diehard Nittany Lions fan.  Her books are filled with romance, suspense and thrills.  When she isn’t writing, she works for a local winery.

13 Sentences from A View to a Nerd

""Joe and I were friends when we were both going through some tough times. I met his father briefly at Joe's house. I wouldn't have thought he would remember me or my friendship with his son.""
Bob looked her over. ""In that dress, a blind man would remember you.""
She playfully punched his arm. ""I was celebrating my divorce last night. I wanted to look good for me, no one else.""
Two uniformed officers passed and she noticed Bob glaring at them. ""Well, other people agree you look good for them. Here's an officer to take you to the hospital.""
""Thanks, Bob. Do the reporters know my name yet?""
""No, we haven't told them we've questioned anyone."" He put a hand on Miriam's shoulder. ""I realize you probably don't want to go through the wringer again."" She noted he left off the ""like when Mark was indicted"".

A View to a Nerd
Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day. When a wise-cracking interior decorator wants to put her past behind her, the dead body of the mayor’s son makes it pretty clear that won’t happen too easily. A conservative former computer geek for the FBI is holding on too tightly to his past. His wife died under suspicious circumstances and he believes the decorator has the information to solve the case. Unfortunately for him, she isn’t talking… until a series of events convinces her she needs protection especially when her biggest secret threatens to destroy both their lives.

This is book two in the Nerds Saving the World Series. Originally published as A View to a Kilt.

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