Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Broken Window by Dorothy Hayes

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Title: Broken Window
Author: Dorothy Hayes
Genre: Mystery
Release Date: February 10, 2015
Cover Design/Editor: Mainly Murder Press
The New York City subway was dangerous, the parents told the three Wilton High School graduates, but the girls weren’t taking no for an answer. Kelly Singleton, soon to be an NYU freshman, and her two friends board the hazardous subway train. Several stops later, her two friends get off, but Kelly is nowhere to be found. It is the torrid August of 1984, and crime is at an all-time high. Kelly’s desperate parents turn to reporter Carol Rossi and police detective Jerry Stevenson to find their missing daughter.

The subway was dangerous. But the three girls wouldn’t take no for an answer. Kelly Singleton was moving from her Connecticut home into her NYU dorm, and the subway was part of her new life, she told her concerned parents. Jamie Ryan and Christina Moore were her two best friends and would be visiting Kelly whenever they could. They insisted that they needed to learn how to navigate mass transportation. For all three of them, riding the subway was a rite of passage. That was their final plea. The old, rusted trains they were so anxious to ride broke down regularly, leaving passengers to wait, sometimes forty minutes and longer, in dangerous circumstances, their parents argued. The Daily News and The New York Times frequently reported gang violence on the trains, which in the last ten years had become the symbol of the city’s rising crime rate. Gangs, boldly wearing identifying colors, often openly roamed the cars, intimidating passengers, bullying them to hand over their pocket money with no fear of recrimination, as if they owned the trains. Gang-tagged graffiti covered every inch of the filthy trains, including the windows. It was August 1984 and a crisis situation for New York City, with two thousand homicides expected yearly.
However, the girls argued that millions rode the subway every day, and crimes usually occurred in the early morning hours. The girls would travel during morning rush hour, and to keep everybody from worrying, they would return home during rush hour in broad daylight. Jack Singleton, a New York City attorney and managing partner of the firm, didn’t take well to losing the subway debate; he was only too familiar with the city’s crime rate and the subway system. So the Singletons were the last of the parents to acquiesce and Jack only after some arm-twisting from his wife Nina. He wasn’t too happy about his daughter attending NYU in the first place. He’d be relieved when the three girls got this trip out of their systems, saw the dangers of the trains and got back home.


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Author Bio:
Dorothy Hayes, a staff writer for local Connecticut newspapers for five years, received and honorary award for her in-depth series on Vietnam Veterans from the Society of Professional Journalists. Prior to that she was a Language Arts teacher. A staff writer for a national animal protection organization, for six years, she wrote Animal Instinct, 2006. Dorothy lives in Stamford, CT with her husband, Arthur. She also raised four children, and is the mother-in-law to three, grandmother to fourteen, and is GN to Bella. She writes for WomenofMystery.Net, CriminalElement.Com, and is a member of Sisters-in-Crime-Tri-State Chapter, and Mystery Writers of American.



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Terminal Romantic by Aurora Zahni

Title: Terminal Romantic
Author: Aurora Zahni
Series: Heller Park #2
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary
Release Date: March 27, 2014
Most rational people can agree to the fact that time and space are relative. The same could be said about love and romance. Hilary Palmer isn’t like most rational people and lives by a different set of rules than the rest of the world. Heller Park’s greatest waitress returns in an entirely different type of adventure.

Hilary has near limitless power as the universe’s last stand against irregularities in space and time, but there's always a toll to pay for such control. She is not allowed to fall in love. Correction, she can fall in love, but the universe just won’t let it stick.

Now the Van Allen file has gone missing and the integrity of the space time continuum is in jeopardy. Will her team of new friends and old loves be able to restore order before it’s too late?
Doomed love, duels to the death, an evil twin and pie. What more could you ask for?

Author Bio:
Aurora Zahni is a former rebel who's trying to bring a little bit of Judy Blume and Sylvia Plath to the Twilight Generation. Over the years he has given half-assed / full throttle contributions to numerous zines and blogs, written a web movie and done significantly well in countless competitive eating events.

When he was in the 8th grade he was on the local evening news. A dead body was being lifted out of the water at a marina by the Meadowlands and you could clearly see him standing in the background watching, looking a bit excited for the camera. Looking back it may have been the highlight of his entire childhood.


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Motocross Me by Cheyanne Young

Title: Motocross Me
Author: Cheyanne Young 
Genre: Romance, Young Adult
Release Date: June 4, 2013
When Hana Fisher moves to the small town of Mixon, Texas to live with her dad, she dreads having to work at the boring pile of dirt he fondly calls a motocross track. But when she gets there, she finds the rinky-dink dirt bike track from her childhood has grown into the most respected racing track in the state.

Now popular by association, Hana endures the pain and sweat of working in the summer heat in order to fit in with a sport she’s growing to love. She gets a real family, a best friend and not just one, but two of the fastest racers trying to win her heart.

When Hana abuses her status as the track owner’s daughter to help the gorgeous Ryan Russo cheat in the biggest race of the year, she risks more than just losing her job. Every good thing in her life is at stake now- her friends, her dad’s trust, and Ash Carter- the kind-hearted racer who may not be as alluring as Ryan, but is proof that nice guys don’t always finish last.

     My black Chucks are drenched from trudging through the dew-covered grass on the walk to the tower. A pair of rhinestone encrusted sandals would've made my outfit perfect, but I know I chose the correct shoes for a day of work.
     The people who camped out last night are parked so far away, I can only make out a black blob of what I think is Ryan's truck. The white RV-shaped blob next to it has the lights on. That means not only is he awake – he's probably shirtless. Today will be an amazing day. I look amazing. I know Ryan will look amazing. Laughing to myself, I climb the stairs. I don't notice how the metal steps are slick with dew just like the grass until it's too late.
     My foot slips on the third step and I stumble forward, falling hard on the stairs in front of me. The basket of burritos tumbles over the arm rail and crashes in the dirt below. Tears come fast and I stop trying to scramble back up to my feet because every part of me hurts. My knees, my shins, my elbows. My face hurts the worst. The tears sting as they roll down my cheek. The door swings open.
     "What the hell was that?" Dad scans the horizon before looking down and seeing me. "Oh god, Hana." He rushes to pull me up. "Are you okay? Did you break anything? You're not bleeding, are you?" His voice cracks. His eyes dart from my arms to my head and then to my legs that are now visibly beginning to bruise. He lifts my left arm and then my right, as if checking to see that they are still attached. I want to laugh at him for being so ridiculous, but unfortunately I keep sobbing.
     "Dad, I'm fine," I groan, rubbing my knees. "Actually, I hurt everywhere, but I'm okay. Sorry about breakfast." I look down at the scattered rolls of aluminum foil now covered in dirt. My stomach growls, cursing my clumsiness.
     "Don't worry about that. We need to let you rest." He helps me walk up the remaining stairs and makes me sit on the futon while he fetches Molly. I am not bleeding and nothing is broken, but he refuses to let me leave the stupid futon until Molly appraises my head injury.
     The pain in my face pulses along with my heartbeat. After a few agonizing moments, the sharp pain recedes and I dare to touch my face. The area between my right eye and cheekbone is swollen. A mirror would help me survey the damage, but I don't see one in the room. I try to compare the swelling by touching the other side of my face. My heart sinks. It's a noticeable difference. I probably look like a freak. Even this short and now dirty skirt will be no help with Ryan today.
     The door opens and Marty walks in eating a burrito, the basket in his hand.
     "Wow, what happened to you?" he asks. Always the sensitive one.
     "I fell." I point out the obvious. "I can't believe you're eating those, aren't they covered in dirt?"
     Mom always said men would eat anything, and I suppose she was right. He pours a cup of coffee from the tower's new coffee maker and drinks it black.
     "Nah, just the foil was dirty, they're fine inside." He holds up the burrito to show me. It smells so good. "You want one?"
     I take the one he offers. He's right – the burrito itself is perfect thanks to Molly's amazing foil-wrapping ability. At least I didn't ruin breakfast for everyone after all.
     Molly finds no reason to send me to the hospital. She does try to persuade me to go home and rest, but I insist on staying under the guise of being excited to see how the races work. I know if I had told her the real reason I wanted to stay, to confirm my suspicions that Ryan had washboard abs under his jersey, she wouldn't have been so thrilled.
     When I feel better, she puts me on sign in duty. I stand at the entrance to the track and hand the clipboard to each car that enters, just like Molly did yesterday. I find it weird that no one bothers to read the waiver they sign. I read it, though. I lose count of how many times the word death is mentioned in the fine print.
     It isn't long until the driveway and half a mile of the entrance road is lined with cars. I can't believe this many people come to race at my dad's track. When I was a kid, the track didn't have races, only practice. Now as I stare at the line of at least fifty vehicles waiting to get in, my heart swells with pride for my dear old dad. He's made a name for himself with what used to be a rinky-dink hang out for punk kids on dirt bikes.
     Everyone is friendly in the motocross world, but I get tired of explaining to them what happened to my face and confirming that yes, I'm Jim's daughter. I abandon my ice pack when it melts into a bag of water. As long as I don't squint my eyes or smile very wide, it doesn't hurt. That's easier said than done when the sun is shining and everyone keeps saying hello.
     An hour later my sign-in sheet has all fifty spaces filled, and I flip to a new page. According to the race schedule, there is still one more hour of this left. I count down the minutes until I'm free to roam around and scope out Ryan.
     The next truck pulls up and I ready my clipboard. It's an older Mazda with faded red paint and a blue dirt bike in the back. Shiny decals on the bike's number plate read 336. The guy driving is about my age. He would fit in perfectly with the hot motocross guys if his hair wasn't a foot long and dread-locked. It makes him look wild, like someone who frequently breaks the rules and doesn't care. A white grease-stained shirt and board shorts complete his look. It is the exact opposite of Ryan's clean-cut, designer label, you-can-bring-me-home-to-mom style. He takes the clipboard and signs it in two places.
     "Good morning." He hands it back along with money. "Hana Fisher, right?" His teeth are remarkably white when he smiles. Maybe it's not a bleach thing. Maybe there's something in the water that gives Mixon boys great smiles.
     "Yeah, something like that," I say, bored with small talk. I'd spent the entire morning confirming my name to people and talking about my black eye and stupid things like the weather, or how exciting it is being at the races. All he needs to do is sign, pay and leave me alone so I can discuss the same thing all over again with the next person in line.
     "I'm paying for me and the girl in the car behind us," he says.
     "That's nice." I glance toward the blonde he's referring to. "Girlfriend?"
     "Sister actually, but she costs as much as one." He laughs as he leans forward and shoves his wallet back in his pocket. "I'm Ash, by the way."
     "Nice to meet you." He shakes my hand and flashes me another smile so wholesome, it makes all my visions of him robbing a convenient store seem unrealistic. He drives forward and I wave the girl through, wondering why dreadlocks have such a stigma about them anyway.

Cruise – Florida Georgia Line
Hey Stephen -- Taylor Swift (This song reminds me of how Hana chases after Ryan.)
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want – The Smiths
Your Love Is My Drug - Kesha
Shake It – Metro Station (A good hanging out at the motocross track song)
All Your Life – The Band Perry  (The line about fireflies inspired the firefly scene with Ash <3)
Saying Sorry – Hawthorne Heights
The Highway Don't Care – Tim McGraw & Taylor Swift (Her going away to college song)
That's What I'm Here for – Jason Castro (This song is for the last chapter)
We Will Rock You by Queen – The perfect racing song. We used to listen to this while driving to the motocross track every Sunday
Let it Rock -- Kevin Rudolf – A great pump-up song before the races.
The Distance -- Cake – Another great song about racing.
All Your Life – The Band Perry – The line about fireflies inspired the firefly scene with Ash <3
Sweet Medicine – Jason Castro

Author Bio:
Cheyanne is a native Texan with a fear of cold weather and a coffee addiction that probably needs an intervention. She loves books, sarcasm, nail polish and paid holidays. She lives near the beach with her family, one spoiled rotten puppy and a cat that is plotting to take over the world, one scratched up welcome mat at a time.

She's a cubicle dweller and all around sarcastic weirdo by day. But at night, Cheyanne can be found furiously typing on her computer, probably complaining on Twitter about how she should be writing. When she's not honing her procrastination skills, she's writing books for teenagers. She is the author of several books for teens and recently turned her love of superheroes and writing for teens into books about teenage superheroes. POWERED is her first superhero book but it won't be her last. Because POWERED is a trilogy. Duh.

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Cover Reveal: Hitched by Dawn Rae Miller

Title: Hitched
Author: Dawn Rae Miller
Series: Crushed #2
Genre: New Adult Romance
Expected Release Date: April 14, 2015
Cover Design: RBA Designs
Life hasn’t been easy for twenty-three year old Ellie Jacobs since her boyfriend, Fletch, walked out of her life two years earlier. She’s stuck in a consulting job she hates, buried under crushing student loans, and still longing for Fletch despite her best efforts to leave the past behind.

Letting go is hard when everywhere she turns, there’s a reminder of Fletch – from his face on gossip magazines to everyone being obsessed with his company, GroundFloor.

So when Ellie finds herself at a mutual friend’s wedding with Fletch, she decides to grin and bear it for the sake of the bride and groom. But years of anger have piled up, and Ellie doesn’t know if she can last the weekend without going crazy or lashing out.

However, as the wedding weekend progresses, Ellie realizes anger can only take you so far, but love can take you farther.

Crushed #1
Having it all has never been so hard.

For eighteen-year-old serial womanizer Fletch Colson, life is a game and if he plays by the rules, he’ll win it all: his dream college, his parents’ money, and a hot (if a little vapid) girl on his arm. Really, it couldn’t be easier. All he has to do is get good grades, live a privileged life, and try not to mess up too much.

However, when he accepts the seemingly impossible bet to change his ways and be “just friends” with smart, beautiful, tempting Ellie Jacobs – a girl who turns his world inside out - Fletch discovers his perfect life isn’t so wonderful.

As family secrets begin tumbling out, what once seemed simple and clear, no longer feels right, and Fletch must decide if winning it all is worth losing a piece of himself.

***New Adult book. It has profanity and sexual situations, and is intended for ages 16+***

Author Bio:
Dawn is a Twitter and fashion addict whose favorite things in life are her family, gorgeous dresses, tea leaf salad, and French macarons. She splits her time between San Francisco, Northern Virginia, and Paris.


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#Player by Cambria Hebert

Title: #Player
Author: Cambria Hebert
Series: Hashtag #3
Genre: New Adult, College Romance
Release Date: March 9, 2015
Players gotta play.

Hate is like a poison. It contaminates everything.

So does doubt.

Even though I deny what I overheard, even though I insist it isn’t true, the seed of doubt has been planted. I can’t help but be tormented with the endless what-if’s that have taken over our lives.

Romeo and I were happy in love. The future stretched before us brighter than any star in the darkest sky. Now everything is broken. Literally broken. Romeo’s entire career is at stake, my entire future is threatened… and my past?

It’s coming back to haunt me.

To haunt us.

Romeo says we’re in this together and right now the only sure thing is us. But how far can a love so new be pushed? The lengths we will have to go to save each other puts everything at risk.

Romeo is a #player but how much of the game can one person play?

Author Bio:
Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade, and Recalled.
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.





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