Thursday, February 20, 2020

The Demigod Complex by Abigail Owen

The Demigod Complex 
by Abigail Owen 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 

When Lyleia Naiad was head-hunted by Brimstone, Inc., for her job as Executive Assistant to a high-powered billionaire demigod, she was given one directive—do NOT fall in love with Castor Dioskouri. Doesn’t matter if he is the son of Zeus and can electrify a room with a single glance. As an ex-nymph, she possesses a unique ability—a gift from the goddesses to protect nymphs from the randy gods—to resist her boss's charms. 

Or so she thought. 

He insists she accompany him to an alpha wolf shifter mating ceremony, an event where the pheromones fly, and so do clothes...and inhibitions. 

Goddesses save her, because Castor has stolen into Lyleia’s heart, and she’s not so sure she can hold out much longer.. 

Multi-award-winning paranormal romance author, Abigail Owen, loves plots that move hot and fast, feisty heroines with sass, alpha heroes with heart, a dash of snark, and oodles of sexy shifters! Other titles include wife, mother, Star Wars geek, ex-competitive skydiver, spreadsheet lover, Dr. Seuss quoter, eMBA, organizational guru, Texan, Aggie, and chocoholic.

Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. She attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it. She currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own personal hero, her husband, and their two children, who are growing up way too fast.

Abigail also writes award-winning contemporary romance under the name Kadie Scott.

For the latest news and exclusive excerpts, sign up for her newsletter here:

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

The Camouflaged Series by David J. Englund

Camouflaged Encounters 
The Camouflaged Series Book 1 
by David J. Englund 
Genre: Science Fiction 

Forget what you think you know. How well do you really know your neighbors or fellow workers? Do you trust your boss? What about politicians? The fabric of our society is under attack. Our way of life, our livelihood, our very existence is under full assault. No one even realizes that it’s happening. Disguised as horrible natural disasters on the news, the world is caught unsuspecting as events draw us ever nearer to extinction. As “natural disasters” escalate and tensions between nations mount, one man hears a whisper. It has begun . . . 

Camouflaged Mischief 
The Camouflaged Series Book 2 

No more births. Ever. Extinction. No more rice. No more wheat. Starvation. That is what humanity is facing. The Ascanti, a conquering alien species, have been stopped, but scientists are incapable of reversing the environmental weapons engineered by the vicious aliens.

Clark Jackson, using his secret portal system, must find the Ascanti home world to learn if such a reversal is possible. And he’s on the clock, racing against the frightened nations of the world erupting into the third and final world war, bringing about extinction that much faster.

However, finding the alien planet is one thing, surviving its hostile inhabitants and environment is quite another. 

David J. Englund is a former Associate Professor of Economics turned storyteller. He daydreams of visiting other worlds and cultures on Clark Jackson’s adventures. 

His interests include reading, writing, baseball, cooking Italian food, and walking/jogging. David currently lives in Fargo, North Dakota. 

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

The Way Over the Hill Gang by M.K. Scott

Late for Dinner 
The Way Over the Hill Gang Book 1 
by M.K. Scott 
Genre: Cozy Mystery 

Marcy Collins proved her investigative skills in the field time and time again, but after an accident leaves her disabled, she’s forced into early retirement in a senior convalescent center. Although her mind and body may not be what they used to be, her steadfast determination to fight crime and advocate for victims continues.

When her well-meaning former partner is assigned with helping to keep her mind agile, he unknowingly inspires her to search for clues in a long-forgotten cold case. Before he knows what’s happening, Marcy assembles a team of sharp-eyed, witty, and often cantankerous senior sleuths to bring a criminal to justice and help her regain some of what she thought she’d lost for good.

Follow the former detective and her team of unconventional sleuths as they dig through the clues and wind their way down a treacherous path of deception, tomfoolery, and murder! 

**Only .99 cents!!** 

Late for Bingo 
The Way Over the Hill Gang Book 2 

The Way over the Hill Gang is back at it again! This time their mission is to find justice for a slain single mother, but this cold case proves to be more complicated than they initially believe.

With little to go on, no resources, and a limited amount of time to search for answers, can they crack this long-forgotten case and bring the murderer to justice? 

**Only .99 cents!!** 

Late For Shuffleboard
The Way Over the Hill Gang Book 3 

The senior sleuths are hot on the trail of a veteran’s murderer and a missing dog in a cold case that’s raising eyebrows and causing a stir in their tightknit community.

The clock is ticking. Only a few short days before the victim’s home is razed and all the potential evidence is wiped clean.
With new complications at every turn, the Senior Sleuths feel the heat as the impossible deadline approaches.

Can they close this case before the truth is buried for good? 

**Only .99 cents!!** 

Late For Square Dancing 
The Way Over the Hill Gang Book 4 

A missing woman. A surprising suspect. A curious conundrum.

The senior sleuths have a knack for sniffing out trouble, but when a missing woman cold case falls in their laps, all hands must be on deck to solve it. Unfortunately, this case hits a little too close to home, and quickly becomes an active case with dire consequences if they’re not careful.

To complicate matters, Heloise is planning an authentic barn dance for the residents of Greener Pastures Convalescent Center. She needs the senior sleuths’ help, and that means they must forgo their investigation.

The group will have to employ their best tactics to stay under the radar to root out the true culprit and avoid a barn dance disaster. 

**Only .99 cents!!** 

Add to Goodreads

M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands on approach. Morgan's daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple's dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna's dog. Murder Mansion is the first book in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Overall, it is a fun series to create and read.

$50 Amazon 
Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

The Waking of Ghosts by Lilliana Rose

The Waking of Ghosts 
Lost Souls Academy Book 1 
by Lilliana Rose 
Genre: Teen, YA Paranormal Fantasy

There is an evil awakening.
At the Lost Souls academy, students aren’t your typical everyday alumni.
Rejects from clans, packs, and covens walk these halls, but there’s something more sinister haunting the academy.
A resident ghost has new student, Zarya, on the fight to banish it. Will her actions cause more enemies at her new school than friends?

‘I’m coming for you.’
A message from beyond has Zarya fearful. Her skills are underdeveloped, but as a ghost hunter, she must stand and fight this new evil.

Can Zarya grow to be the ghost hunter she’s destined to be or will forces overpower her and bring chaos and destruction to the Lost Souls academy? 

Lilliana is an Amazon Bestselling author, who writes romance in the subgenres of contemporary, paranormal, steampunk, and rural. She enjoys helping characters overcome problems, or issues, and the misunderstandings that often plague relationships, to help them fall in love. Whether it city heels being replaced with country work boots, or some magic beyond this world, or cogs and gears and corsets, each story shows how love can prevail. 

$10 Amazon gift card 
Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

The Lost Train by Seth Crossman

Action Adventure Thriller
Date Published: 2/20/20
Publisher: Golden Acorn Press

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

A former MP, Will Stattin, is called to Europe to investigate the theft of several paintings. He learns that the paintings are part of a series of nine pieces of art, all with a clue that ultimately leads to a train that disappeared from Konigsberg, Germany in late 1944 full of gold, art, and priceless artifacts. He quickly learns that he is not the only one after the paintings. Now it is a race across Europe to find the paintings and the lost train with the help of the beautiful and savvy museum agent, Giovanna Rossi, before the hunt turns even more deadly than it already has.

About the Author

Seth Crossman is a minister, speaker, and writer who lives in Upstate New York. His own adventures have taken him across the globe and stirred his desire to write fast-paced, provocative thrillers that keep readers turning the page. He has three boys that he wants to inspire with a sense of adventure and courage to overcome whatever obstacles get in their way.

Contact Links

RABT Book Tours & PR

Willa’s Grove by Laura Munson

Willa’s Grove

Laura Munson

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Publisher: Blackstone Publishing

Date of Publication: March 3rd, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9826-0524-7

Number of pages: 304 pages

Cover Artist: Alenka Linaschke

Tagline: Four women. One week. One question.

Book Description:

In this powerful and inspiring novel, three women, from coast to coast and in between, open their mailboxes to the same intriguing invitation. Although leading entirely different lives, each has found herself at a similar, jarring crossroads. Right when these women thought they’d be comfortably settling into middle age, their carefully curated futures have turned out to be dead ends. The sender of the invitation is Willa Silvester, who is reeling from the untimely death of her beloved husband and the reality that she must say goodbye to the small mountain town they founded together. Yet as Willa mourns her losses, an impossible question keeps staring her in the face: So now what?

Struggling to find the answer alone, fiercely independent Willa eventually calls a childhood friend who happens to be in her own world of hurt—and that’s where the idea sparks. They decide to host a weeklong interlude from life, and invite two other friends facing their own quandaries. Soon the four women converge at Willa’s Montana homestead, a place where they can learn from nature and one another as they contemplate their second acts together in the rugged wilderness of big sky country.


The Women

On a typical day
in their typical lives, three women went to their mailboxes and found — amid
junk mail and bills and shiny flyers for unshiny things — an invitation, sealed
with a bold W pressed into sage-green wax.
They had been
waiting for this invitation. They longed for it as much as they feared it.
Because to break this seal was to release a behemoth of a question — a question
so impossible that they had almost stopped asking it.
Each hesitated,
looked around, and in respective order, thought, Sweet Jesus, What the hell,
Here goes nothing, and slid her finger under the seal, revealing a thick
handmade note card, pressed with silvery leaves.
Words winked up
at them. Words that might, if given the chance, change everything.
They swallowed
hard and pulled out the card. Inside, nestled with a wild bird feather, were
the following words:
You are invited
to the rest of your life. You know you can't go on like this. Not for one more
day. You need an interlude.

* * *

Imagine this: You are in a farmhouse in Montana,
wrapped in a soft blanket, sitting by a warm woodstove. There is a cup of tea
in your hand, just the way you like it. There are women surrounding you who
need this just as badly as you do. We all have the same question. The question
is: So now what? Come to Montana and find out ...

Love, Willa (You don't have to do this alone.)

Each woman held
the invitation to her heart, drew in a deep breath before letting out an
exhausted sigh that echoed from Connecticut to Wisconsin to California and back
to Montana, and went inside to call a dear friend.

The Invitation

Willa walked
into the Mercantile, her plaid flannel pajama bottoms tucked into her mud
boots, her duct-taped parka zipped up to her chin. It was a cold late-April
morning and it had taken her all week to get the courage to take the steps she
now took. Past Earl and Wink, the farrier brothers getting their coffee before
rounds, past Tally Hansen setting out her Morning Buns on parchment paper atop
the cracked glass counter, past Syd the Dog Man and his daily, "I can't
resist," growling about his type 2 diabetes, and ending with Marilyn at
the post office counter, admiring the latest stamps just in.

Marilyn. I need some stamps, please," said Willa, her hands firmly in her
Marilyn eyed
Willa like this was a test. "US Flag, Endangered Species, or Wild and
Scenic Rivers?" "Wild and Scenic Rivers, of course," said Willa,
adding, "I hear the Upper Missouri is one of them. And the Flathead too.
Read it in the Great Falls Tribune." This was a test she longed to pass.
These days, she didn't have it in her to be any more misunderstood than she
already was.
Marilyn glared
over her reading glasses and pushed a pane of stamps forward.
Willa produced
three envelopes of the handmade stationery she'd been saving, pressed with
slivers of sage leaves from her garden, added a river stamp to each, and put
her lips to the wax seal, sending them off with a kiss. I hope I chose the
right words, she thought as she slid them into the slot marked not local. Not
local was used most often, local only seldomly, word of mouth and the Community
Bulletin Board being what they were in Willa, Montana. Willa, Montana, with its
very own zip code. Population: thirty-five. Well, thirty-three now that her
sons were at college. Thirty-two since Jack's heart attack last September. And
soon to be thirty-one.
"That'll be
six dollars and sixty cents," said Marilyn, glancing over Willa's shoulder.
"Hey, Earl."
Willa recognized
the familiar leathery voice, but no Hey, Willa followed. There hadn't been any
Hey, Willas lately. There had been times in her life when she'd wished she was
invisible. But as a forty-six-year-old widow in the rural Montana town she
loved madly and deeply, and perhaps unreasonably, this wasn't one of them.
She gambled a
smile at Earl, whom she'd never known not to be up for at least a morning
headline or a carnal joke. He looked past her at Marilyn. Willa could feel
Marilyn's scowl between her shoulder blades, as if she was branding not local
into her skin. She put a ten on the counter and Marilyn pushed her change
toward her like chess pieces.
Willa took the
change and her stamps, pausing, waiting for some sort of peace offering, but
none came. So she offered her own version and dropped the money into the
spare-a-dime jar, and looked at Tally, who stared into her pastry display. Even
Tally. Willa lingered, looking at her, trying to find words, but none came.
Then she went to
the door she'd passed through a million times with a million Hey, Willas and
stopped short, the sting of it too much. She turned and looked at each of them.
Really looked, even if they wouldn't look at her.
"We never
dreamed of leaving, you know." She fought back tears. "It's my home
too." She didn't say, I have no other choice. Because Montanans found
choices where most people couldn't fathom them. And stood by them.
The hard fact,
as far as this beautiful adopted oddball family of hers knew — this pack which
for decades had lived and breathed and grieved as an undeniable unified western
front — as far as their Montana-ness could fathom: Willa Silvester was choosing
to leave them for no good reason. Except for perhaps grief. And grief wasn't
enough of a reason. She could barely admit the real reason, even to herself.
So, no. No one
met her eye to eye, or even eye to boot.
Willa sighed.
"Well, if you see some strangers here before too long, they're my
Still nothing.
Not even the cock of a head. That was the nail in the casket. Willa, Montana,
loved its visitors.

Then Willa did
what she'd been dreading for weeks: She pulled a cardboard sign out from under
her parka. She found a lone tack on the Community Bulletin Board — full of its
usual lost dogs and give-away puppies and fifth wheels for barter for chainsaws
and snow tires and all the important currency of a town of thirty-five — and
pushed it through the poster and into the old dry cork.




MAY 19TH, 3:00

There it was in
writing on the Mercantile Community Bulletin Board, where everything she'd
wanted to communicate with the town over the years had been attached by a tack
into this exact cork — her twin boys' birth announcement, the annual Harvest
Cider Party in the orchard, summer movie nights at the barn, the Fourth of July
parade and fireworks down Main Street (the only street), town meetings at the
Merc, new batches of microbrew and honey, forest-fire alerts, hand-me-downs,
the Free Library, the Christmas Swap, Hunter Safety classes, Meals on Wheels
(and hooves) for the ill, the old, the lonely. And there had been thank-you
notes for any number of services offered in kind to the town by its denizens:
knife sharpening, lawn mowing, hay hauling, fence mending, gun repair. And then
her most recent posts: her boys' college announcements, Jack's memorial
service, their horses and mules to give away.
In a matter of
weeks, this twenty-year chapter of her life would be over. And she had
absolutely no idea what she was going to do next. The only thing she was sure
of was that she was leaving. And that her heart had splintered into too many
pieces to count, never mind put back together. So now what? It was anybody's
Willa couldn't
bear to look at any of them then. Instead, she closed the old, time-tested door
behind her and walked past the gas pump, wondering if it would go dry now.
Whether the phone booth would get disconnected. The eci cooler left empty.
(Earl was dyslexic.) They'll finally fix that, Willa thought. Or not.
She stopped and
stared out over the womanly foothills that rubbed up against the masculine
mountains of the Lewis and Clark National Forest, the friction of the two
holding this town in place. She had always thought if the hills didn't push
back, those mountains would have swept the whole valley west, right into the
Missouri River. She wasn't pushing any more. She couldn't.
She picked up a
rusty nail from the parking lot, rolling it between her fingers. Then she
pressed it into her thumb, but not for blood, holding it there, imagining the
invitation she really wanted — the invitation to return to everything that came
before the desolate day last fall that had rewritten her history. Pull yourself
together, Willa. The women are coming.

She pitched the
rusty nail into the trash can, got in her truck, and drove home, trying not to
look at the homemade signs attached to every single highway mile marker along
the way:


Willa, Montana,
did sympathy to perfection. Change, not so well. Abandonment, not at all.
She pulled onto
her road and cut the engine. She could hear his voice telling her for the
hundredth time that the truck was a '74 Ford pickup —"F-100, Forest
Service green, with the first SuperCab. For our family," beaming like an
about-to-be father of twins. She caught herself smiling in the side mirror and
imagined herself on the passenger side, pregnant, holding his hand, so proud of
this land and how they cared for it. And this family of four that was about to
She looked at
her meadow, cupped by the ridge behind it and Bison Butte in the close
distance, and imagined it fractured. House, house, house, house, house. Maybe a
mill. Maybe a silver mine. Maybe shopping outlets. A cell phone tower. Natural
gas rig mats. A power line slicing it right down the middle.
"I'm sorry,
Jack," she whispered, and swiped the tears from her cheeks. But she was
practical before she was romantic, and a mother first and foremost. Her boys
needed her to move on, even though they didn't understand that yet. They'd
swallowed it like the bitter pill that it was. "You gotta do what you
gotta do," Sam had said. Ned had nodded and looked at Bison Butte.
Willa put her
hands in her pockets and felt the thank-you note she'd toiled over. She hadn't
had the guts to tack it to the Community Board. It could never say enough and
it could never say it right. Because it wasn't enough and it wasn't right, and
it never would be. She read it now:
Wherever we all
end up, I wish us all love, peace, joy, and the beauty of this place to live in
us always. Thank you for being who you have been to my family. And to Willa,
MT. I am so sorry that I have to move on. I'll love you all forever. Willa.
She crumpled it
up and put it back in her pocket.
To the
white-tailed deer who grazed in the meadow, she said a stern, "Absolutely
... no ... woe ... is ... me." It might just be herself and three Not
Local women in her home the night of the nineteenth, but at least there would be
a proper goodbye to Willa Homestead. Willa, Montana, would be a vision in her
rearview mirror on her way out of town on the road to So Now What.

About the Author:

LAURA MUNSON is the bestselling author of This Is Not The Story You Think It Is, which chronicles her journey through her own midlife crossroads. Drawing from the striking response to her memoir, the essay version of it in the New York Times “Modern Love” column, and her speaking events at women’s conferences across the US, Laura founded the acclaimed Haven Writing Retreats and Workshops. After watching hundreds of people find their unique and essential voices under the big sky of Montana she calls home, Laura created Willa, the invitation, the friends, and the town to share what she has learned with people globally. Her work has been published and featured in many media outlets throughout the world. Visit the author’s website:

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Locke Brothers Trilogy by Twi J. Bryant

⁌⁌⁌ Blog Tour  ⁍⁍⁍

Locke Brothers Trilogy by Twi J. Bryant 

Amazon -


Praise for the Series - 


I'm gonna start this off by giving the pun that the authors are sure to keep hearing - I was OBSESSED with 'Obsessed.' I couldn't put the book down! I loved the writing, the characters, the story... all of it! It was attention grabbing from the start and really captivates you. I highly recommend the book to anyone who loves romance, strong characters, and isn't afraid of a little sexy mixed in. ;) - GoodReads Review


Devoted is a sequel that's even better than it’s predecessor. There are a million unexpected twists and turns. This novel continues to explore the love triangle between Jesse, Vanessa, and Sebastian. The plot is much stronger in this novel than the previous one, but romance fans won't be disappointed because Devoted is even sexier than Obsessed. And the ending will leave you wanting more. I can't wait to find out how this addictive trilogy ends. - GoodReads Review

Although in the beginning of this series I was skeptical, I fell in love with the characters, it was a long drawn out book but the Author grips you with twist and turns and the ending just completely killed me!!! A great series for sure. With some heat and heart wrenching moments for sure!!! - GoodReads Review

Where to find Twi J Bryant -


#newrelease #TwiJBryant #yourstrulybookpromotions #indiepublished #selfpublish #blog #bloggers # obsessed #devoted #beloved #lockebrothers #oneclick #mustread #completetrilogy #blogtour

@twijbryantbooks @yourstrulybookservices

Bound to Morocco by Leslie Hachtel

Morocco Series, Book One
Historical Romance
Published: June 2018

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

Drugged and kidnapped, Shera finds herself on a ship to Morocco to serve the Sultan. Abandoned and alone, Shera must find a way to escape and confront the people who betrayed her. She gets help from an unlikely source: the man who kidnapped her. When their partnership turns to love, the two must face constant danger to endure. But will they ever be free?

Other books in the Morocco Series:

Tied To Morocco
Morocco Series, Book Two
Published: April 2019

Lady Catherine was kidnapped and taken to Morocco. There, she fell in love with Tazim. But, just before they were to wed, Tazim disappeared and she was told he was dead. Forced into an unwanted marriage with another, she manages to escape and make her way home to England. But Tazim is not dead. Believing Catherine betrayed him, he has vowed to exact revenge.Can they find each other again? Can their love be rekindled?

Freed From Morocco
Morocco Series, Book Three
Published: November 2019

Kidnapped and taken to Morocco, Lady Olivia prays for someone to come and save her. Help appears in the form of Tristan, the man she loves. He disguises himself as an English ambassador in order to rescue her, but he is betrayed. Now, she must find a way to help him. Can they escape? And will they ever be free from the clutches of the sultan?

About the Author

Leslie Hachtel was born in Ohio, raised in New York and has been a gypsy most of her adult life. Her various jobs, including licensed veterinary technician, caterer, horseback riding instructor for the disabled and advertising media buyer have given her a wealth of experiences. However, it has been writing that has consistently been her passion.

She is a bestselling author who has written thirteen romance novels, including ten historicals and three romantic suspense. She also sold an episode of a TV show, and had a screenplay optioned. Leslie lives in Florida with a fabulously supportive engineer husband and her new writing buddy, Annie, a terrier.

Contact Links

Purchase Links

RABT Book Tours & PR