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August brings some new items, some weird items, and some new releases of old but still good items!

Dr. Frank: The Phantom Project by Andrew Luna looks like it’s one of those classic-monster pastiches, which like a few in the past seems to be suggesting that the Phantom was created or encouraged somehow by Dr. Frankenstein.

The Lord’s Dirty Secret by Ella Edon is a Regency romance, but that doesn’t stop it from starring an opera singer with a secret admirer, a sexy aristocrat who falls instantly in love, and a whole bunch of sexual tension among the three of them.

Music for Murder by Robert Joseph is a murder mystery set at the fictional New York Municipal Opera, which sounds like a hilarious government-run operation, and it explicitly calls out its plot as reminiscent of the Phantom story in its blurb.

Phoenix’s Phantom by C.B. Samet is a modern-day retelling and it has it all: a secret saboteur meddling with Broadway performances, a beautiful star who keeps hearing ghostly singing under the floor, and a handsome producer who wants to reconnect with a lost love. I have no idea if the lead’s name being Phoenix means it’s related to Phantom of the Paradise, but it definitely could be and we’ll have to find out!

GENRE: Fantasy

An EVVY award-winning epic fantasy adventure. When Marrington Castle is overtaken by a dark and ancient evil, Abigail Cross finds herself in the precarious situation of protecting Queen Rebekah. Charged with a quest to summon the Avant Champion, can she save the kingdom or doom everyone to everlasting devastation? 

Buy Links: The Book is FREE during the tour

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Avant-Champion-Rising-C-B-Samet-ebook/dp/B01J2XKK3M

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-avant-champion-rising

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EXCERPT:

As the carriage began to roll, I listened to the rhythmic click of horse hooves against the cobblestone. Since the Queen and I were seated facing the rear, I watched the grand pavilion, with its shimmering lights, fade into the distance. It would be a 500-meter ride from the ballroom to the Queen’s quarters, and what a beautiful scene through the decorated grounds lit with streams of dancing lights that cast colored shadows from the arching trees above the path. I couldn’t help but lean just a little out the window to take in the beauty of it all.

In the distance, I could see my brother’s carriage and imagined that Paul was wondering as much as I what I was doing in the Queen’s carriage.

I looked around at the courtyard. It was vast and elegant and surrounded on all sides by the castle’s enormous buildings. The real beauty of the castle belonged to its grounds, or inner ward, though I may have had that perception because of my preference to being outdoors. The northeast corner of the courtyard was an open dining facility surrounded by immaculately groomed bushes sitting atop lush trimmed grass.

The northwest corner contained awe-inspiring statues were housed the Queen, the court and the ministers, as well as all of their meeting halls and business rooms, ornately furnished with dark mahogany wood and regal draperies. There were figurines and expansive collections of artifacts from centuries of diplomatic excursions across the world. I knew them intimately, since I dusted them weekly.

With a sudden chill, the light from the lanterns all abruptly extinguished and the line of carriages came to a halt. I heard the horses neigh with unease. My eyes adjusted to the moonlit darkness, and I could see Paul’s carriage once again in the distance around the bend, just at the last gate leaving the pavilion. It was black under the light of the moon, looking more like a box cage than a carriage.

Shadows came to life as tall, lanky, dark figures appeared on either side of Paul’s carriage. Their general form was similar to human, with two arms and two legs, but their body and limbs were thinner, and they appeared taller than any man I had ever seen. My stomach lurched in alarm. Whatever they were, their stealth and demeanor conveyed the danger of a predator.

Long arms stretched and opened the doors on both sides of Paul’s carriage, and silently and swiftly, the passengers were lifted out and swallowed whole. The horrible figures vanished into the dark shadows as quickly as they had appeared.

I shook once, not believing my own eyes, but too frightened to scream. My heart was pounding with spasms threatening to spread to the rest of my body at any moment.

I turned to the only other person who sat in a position to see what I had seen. The Queen shot me a look of caution, shutting my mouth before I could speak. She had seen, I knew, and if it were possible, her pale face seemed even whiter. Although her eyes were not as wide as mine, her pupils had dilated, the way I had seen an untamed filly’s eyes when cornered by a would-be rider. Yet, she kept her composure. 

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AUTHOR BIO:

Christina is a writer, mother, and pet lover.  

“I write seeking to create riveting action and intrigue with female heroines. I love the quote, ‘She needed a hero. So she became one.’ My novels have empowered women overcoming powerful obstacles and the strong men who support them.”

Samet's Strong Women         https://www.facebook.com/groups/337384960147128/

Amazon Author page  https://www.amazon.com/CB-Samet/e/B01HLCURWK/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Goodreads Author page         https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6012528.C_B_Samet

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Bookbub          https://www.bookbub.com/authors/cb-samet

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 GIVEAWAY:

C.B. Samet will be awarding an Avant Champion tote bag, world map (11x17), prequel novelette, and bookmark (US ONLY) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

GENRE:   Thriller

Sworn enemies. A stolen nuclear weapon. And the clock's ticking. When Dr. Lillian Whyte learns a nuclear weapon is on the loose in Europe, she collides with a ruthless mercenary from her past. Isolated from her husband, a former CIA operative, Lillian tries to covertly help track the weapon. As she he joins the race to stop the bomb, she is drawn into a deadly game of chase. Despite her efforts, those intent on global catastrophe remain one step ahead of her. As Lillian faces the fears of her past and deadliness of the present, can she secure the future of the world?

BUY LINK:

Amazon

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EXCERPT:

“Dr. Whyte,” a guttural voice greeted her.

Her blood turned frigid and her stomach lurched as her heart thudded against her ribcage. As long as she lived, she would never forget that deep German accent—the voice of one of her captors nine years ago in Kenya.

The one that got away.

She was fairly certain Ivan Kleist would have only one reason for tracking her down: revenge.

Springing from the bench seat, she lashed a leg out into his gut. She saw a brief look of surprise on his pale face before she took off in a sprint.

Why now? Nine years he had waited.

The calculating killer had waited until she was out of the United States and away from Sean to corner her. She dashed in the direction of her hotel. Would she be safe in the lobby? In her room?

She slung her purse over her shoulder. Her phone was in the outer pocket, but she would have to slow down to make a call. Not happening. She would not slow until she reached the hotel.

Could she beat him to the hotel? His legs were longer, but she was ten years younger. But he probably hadn’t already logged twenty-six thousand steps for the day, as she had.

From her peripheral vision, Lillian saw an enormous object barreling toward her like a freight train. She barely had time to brace herself before Ivan plowed into her. She felt like she had been tackled by a linebacker. His large arms encircled her as she sailed to the ground. They rolled through the grass, her body encased by his.

He was so large he could probably crush the life out of her with his arms. She gasped for air. He wasn’t crushing her, but his grip was immobilizing.

Grunting, he hauled her to her feet. “Settle down, hase. Little white rabbit.”

Lillian, still dazed and sucking wind after her sprint, hardly put up a fight as he dragged her into an alley. Looking around frantically, her eyes couldn’t focus long enough to see anyone within shouting distance. She clawed at his large hand blocking her mouth from screaming.  

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AUTHOR BIO: 

Christina is a practicing physician, mother of two boys and a terrier, and wife to a caring and supportive husband.


“I grew up reading Tom Clancy, Michael Crichton, and the Bourne books. I write seeking to create that level of action and intrigue but with female heroines. I love the quote, ‘She needed a hero. So she became one.’ My novels have empowered women overcoming powerful obstacles and the strong men who support them.” 

LINKS

Author Website: www.cbsamet.com

Amazon Author Link: www.amazon.com/author/cbsamet 

Goodreads Link

Facebook Link: https://www.facebook.com/authorcbsamet/ 

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GIVEAWAY: 

CB Samet will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.