Henry Watson’s two-fold mission at the Mütter Museum is to join their team of forensic anthropologists in unearthing unusual antiquities and to watch over Arabella. If only he could get her to speak to him, instead of hurling knives in his general direction. Assigned to a most secret expedition to investigate a mysterious skeletal hand discovered in upstate New York, Arabella and Henry are soon caught in a scientific debate, and the search for the truth may have deadly consequences for those involved.
Are the bones from a Neanderthal? Or are they living proof of fallen angels known as Nephilim?
Watson and Holmes must put aside their differences, trust their instincts, and rely on one another to survive to uncover the truth.
*This is a new version of a previously published edition
I hear a bawdy laugh, and I wrench my eyes away from her earnest gaze, scanning the dance hall. I scan over the myriad of colors and gowns and faces and finally, I see her. My heartbeat bombards my ribcage. My hands are sweating. While they are in Priscilla’s hands.
This is not normal. Not for me, anyway. I am dumbstruck. Arabella is so lovely I can scarcely breathe.
She stands, hesitating at the top of the stairs, undoubtedly searching the crowd for familiar faces.
My mind races back in time to my childhood and my parents’ parties. Bella could never tolerate crowds. I would often find her perched in a tree, party dress and all, or playing fetch with our dogs in the garden. She was better than Holmes, however, who would beg off each and every social function to which he was invited. If the gathering did not include science, crime, or deduction—there was no amount of Father’s cajoling that would convince him.
I track her as she weaves in and out, finally appearing, hovering on the dance floor’s edge. Arabella had worn trousers, in secret, for as long as I could recall. But not tonight. Tonight is an Arabella even I have never been able to conjure in my wildest imagination.
The ivory-silk dress is pulled tight around her tiny waist, and a green velveteen sash hangs to the side. A tassel drops provocatively at the bottom of the V in her décolletage. Her auburn hair flows around her shoulders in waves, unadorned.
Priscilla is talking. I can’t make out the words. Mercifully, the music stops. I almost forget manners and Priscilla’s presence, I dip my head and quickly murmur, “Thank you.”
She grabs my arm, demanding my attention. “Another dance tonight?”
“Most likely. It was delightful.”
I walk in a straight line for Bella, my vision narrow as if I’m staring through a spyglass, and she is the horizon.
She’s leaning against the wall, clutching a glass to her chest. Her eyes are pinched in distress, as if she’s enduring a flogging. Before, she was talking animatedly to Father, about work, no doubt. But now that he’s gone, she looks terrified and out of place once again. Her eyes jump like the staccato beats of the music behind me.
I reach her and smile.
Her eyes immediately quiet.
Is it because of my presence? Am I being arrogant? Or hopeful.
She extends her hand, which is covered in an elegant, ivory glove that reaches to her elbow.
I take it, grateful she can’t detect the sweat on my palm. “Lovely gloves.”
She shrugs. “You know, the black stains on my fingers—they won’t come off.”
We share a very loud laugh, and for a moment, we are the only people in the room.
Next to us a woman and her husband glare at our lack of decorum.
“I’m so very glad you’re here, but I must admit I am shocked.” I lean in so she may hear me above the band.
“I didn’t wish to come. But I knew if I want to be considered permanently for the expedition team, I must learn to do what is politely expected.”
I notice the light sheen on her chest and her discomfort is my own; I yearn to alleviate her awkwardness. I step closer. Closer than society allows. “Dance with me.” My mind explodes with forbidden images. My mouth and body on hers. My hands tracing the line of her legs. I’m close enough to feel her breath.
Her blue eyes widen, her mouth forming a perfect, pink O. She shakes her head. “Please, Henry. I don’t dance. I can’t. Your father and mine, they tried to teach me, tried for hours on end, actually.”
I smile. “Why don’t I remember this?”
“Loads happened while you were away at boarding school. Please, I’ll embarrass myself. I’m trying to keep my dignity.”
“I will teach you.”
“I can’t be taught. I’m an orangutan in high heels.”
I laugh so loud, my father shoots me a death-by-dismemberment look from across the room. He eyeballs his cane, which conceals a short sword.
I try not to laugh harder.
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January 20th: Grand Finale
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
Only once in Amaranth’s thirty years had she experienced the nauseating, sinking sensation that pulled and twisted violently in the pit of her stomach. But not even the sight of her father’s flag-draped coffin compared to the feeling of dread that enveloped her when she walked into her living room.
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(sale ends the final date of the tour, November 10)
“Why are you here?” she asked, ignoring the little jump of her heart at the sight of him.
“Really, Am? We’re going to do this? Me, out in the hallway as if I was some vampire begging to come in just so I can bite that delicate little neck of yours?”
“Sorry, I prefer werewolves,” she replied with a smirk before attempting to close the door in his face. Irritated, she looked down and saw he used his foot as a stopper.
“Cute. Have it your way.” He stood his ground. Amaranth wanted to let him stay right out in the hallway, but he was right. She didn’t want anyone privy to their conversation, so she stepped away to let him enter.
“Come in,” she relented and inhaled his clean scent as he walked past her to the center of the room. His presence filled the tiny space as he looked around, turned and laid those gorgeous hazel eyes on her. God, would she ever stop feeling as if the very sight of him was like a vacuum sucking the air from her body? She willed her pulse to slow its rapid hammering. He was still devastatingly handsome with his ink black wavy hair and eyes that couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be amber or green. They regarded her even now with some sort of emotion that bordered on anxious and apologetic.
Dei Araujo knew she wanted to be a writer at the age of 11 after writing a short story that drew a raucous response from her dad. Her love for romance came through her mother who encouraged Dei’s voracious appetite for reading. She went on to win writing awards in high school to include a first-place award for poetry in honor of her father who served during the first Gulf War.
After graduating from the University of Southern Mississippi with a degree in Journalism/News Editorial, Dei was commissioned in the Air Force as a public affairs officer where she utilized her skill as a writer to tell the Air Force story. Her military career took her all over the world and exposed her different cultures and people.
While serving as an Air Force reservist, Dei completed her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill University and rediscovered her voice as a romance writer. She’s living out her real-life love story in beautiful Miami, Florida, with her soulmate, and their four rambunctious boys.
Need You Now, a romantic suspense, is her first novel and the first in the Love’s Paradise series.
Dei is a member of Romance Writers of America.
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Dei Araujo will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Updated: August 14, 2017
In the midst of organized crime and dim hopes of redemption, can love persevere? For Sophie Taylor, a psychologist who lost everything when she violated an ethical boundary, and Grant Madsen, a naval officer who sacrificed himself to protect his uncle, finding that love seems unlikely.
As they start their lives over in Chicago, both fight family influences and run as fast as they can to escape the past. When their paths cross outside their parole officer’s door, attraction sparks. Too bad a hidden connection may not only shatter their fledgling love, but prove deadly to them both.
Sophie let out a long breath, feeling the stress of her first parole meeting dissolve. That relief was short-lived, however, once she opened the door and found herself eye to eye with a man whose black, buzzed hair and olive skin highlighted eyes that held crystal-blue, bottomless depths. The next parolee on the docket? His nose was slightly crooked and his lips were full. His penetrating gaze bore a hole in her. She stood frozen, staring for several moments before regaining her bearings and muttering, “Excuse me.”
She ducked out of the door and strode down the hallway, daring to glance behind her to see the man watching her leave. A faint smile crossed his lips, and her cheeks burned.
As she scurried off, the stranger’s intriguing eyes on her mind, she decided parole wasn’t all that bad.
Jen loves to create sporty heroines and hot heroes in her college sport romances. Volleyball wonder Lucia Ramirez finds her love match in Blocked despite the glaring political spotlight aimed on her family. In Aced, the second book in the Blocked series, it’s her brother Alejandro’s turn to get lucky in love. Spiked (Blocked #3) features Lucia’s younger brother, Mateo, and completes the series.
A swimmer and volleyball player in college, Jen writes swimming-based romances as well: Streamline, a military mystery, and the New Adult novella Swim Recruit.
Stories of redemption interest Jen the most, especially the healing power of love. She is also the author of The Conduct Series, a romantic-suspense trilogy that includes With Good Behavior, Bad Behavior, and On Best Behavior. Her current project is a psychological thriller, Twin Sacrifice.
Ultimately, whether writing or reading, Jen loves stories that make her laugh and cry. In her spare time she enjoys exercising, attending book club, and visiting her sisters in Chicago and Hilton Head.
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
SHE LEFT HIM ONCE.
LOST Agent Ana Young was only fourteen when she was abducted by a madman, but unlike many kidnapping victims, she did go home. Now, her mission is to find the missing. But her new case has her on the hunt for the escaped convict who’s obsessed with her. And Ana has an unlikely partner-the sexy, supposedly-by-the-book FBI Agent she had one amazing night with and had to forget.
NOW HE HAS TO PROTECT HER 24/7…
FBI Special Agent Cash Knox knows that Ana, the petite, tough-ass former bounty hunter, can get the job done again. But this time, someone else leads them to “Bernie-the-Butcher,” someone who’s been watching Ana. Waiting for her.
FROM A CRAZED KILLER.
Now, catching a deranged murderer means Ana must trust her guarded heart to the gorgeous, complicated G-man she wasn’t supposed to fall for.
The knife sliced into her skin. It cut deep, and the pain was white-hot. Ana Young locked her teeth together and stared straight ahead . . . straight into her brother’s horrified eyes. He was tied in the chair across from her, yanking and twisting against his ropes as he tried to break free.
But he couldn’t escape. Neither could she.
But she could stay silent.
Asher . . . her twin wasn’t silent. He was screaming, “Let my sister go! Stop it! Stop, please! Don’t hurt her!”
Asher didn’t get it. The man with the knife . . . he enjoyed hurting her.
Another slice. Even deeper this time. Ana licked her lip and tasted blood. The first slice had been to her face. Only her attacker had paused after that.
“Let’s save her pretty face for later.”
And the knife had gone into her body, again and again. She tried to keep her eyes open. Tried to keep looking at Asher. When the end came, she wanted his face to be the last thing that she saw. She wanted Asher to know that she hadn’t been afraid. That she was strong.
Another slice of that knife and she could feel tears sliding down her cheeks. The pain was wrecking her. Destroying the girl she’d been. Leaving someone else—something else in her place.
Don’t fear the pain. Don’t tense when the knife sinks into you. Look at Asher. Look at him.
Award-winning author CYNTHIA EDEN writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader bestseller.
Cynthia is also a two-time finalist for the RITA® award (she was a finalist both in the romantic suspense category and in the paranormal romance category). Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over thirty novels and novellas. Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast.
Cynthia will be awarding a digital copy of Wrecked to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
By: Jody Holford
Releasing April 25, 2017
Sometimes loving enough means letting go…
Major league baseball player, Ryan Walker, takes a mandatory leave of absence to escape the paparazzi and the false drug charges against him. All he wants is a little peace of mind out in the middle of nowhere.
Eager to rid herself of the empty socialite life, Frankie Vaughn moves to a rundown home in Minnesota that she inherited from her aunt. But Frankie is shocked at what she discovers inside: three young boys. When Ryan discovers that Frankie, his new neighbor, has taken on the three homeless kids as her own, he has a new hope for humanity.
Despite how easily and lovingly Ryan takes to Frankie and the boys, his past just might be the reason Frankie can't adopt the boys. Now, Ryan must choose between loving them or letting them go. Can he walk away from what he's been looking for all along?
Jody Holford is a multi-published author who has a soft spot for happily ever after. So much so, she tattooed the words on her arm. She’s a mom and a wife, a friend, sister, daughter, teacher, and book-lover. Her stories have a little bit of heat and a lot of heart. And maybe, some swoon-worthy moments that will make you smile.