#BookBlitz #Excerpt : Relatively Strange (Strange Series Book 1) by Marilyn Messik #RelativelyStrange @marilyn_messik

Hello Readers! Today I’m happy to shine spotlight on Relatively Strange, first in paranormal series by Marilyn Messik. Check out more details of this relatively but wonderfully strange fascinating story in this post.

Relatively Strange (Strange Series Book 1) by Marilyn Messik
Genre: Paranormal / Psychological Thriller

Synopsis:

Forced to call on resources she didn’t know she possessed and thrust headlong into the violence of a situation for which nothing could have prepared her, Stella’s suddenly face to face with the stark reality of medical experimentation and its horrifying consequences.

But in a world of uncertainties, she’s sure of one thing – this hero stuff really isn’t her. Normal, or as near as damn it is what she wants,  and if that means smothering her instincts and adjusting her expectations well so be it. At least she’ll know should she slip off the wagon occasionally, it’ll be choice not chance, and to suit herself.

Isn’t it a fact though, just when you think you’ve got yourself on track, events can overtake and derail you?

Relatively Strange, the first in the Strange Series introduces Stella; her irreverent sense of humour, the conviction she always knows best and an overdeveloped sense of justice. Throw into the mix a complete  inability to keep her nose out of other people’s business and some serious psi abilities, and results are as unpredictably uncomfortable as you might expect.

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For a short while, we sat and munched our crustless sandwiches in ladylike silence, but clearly it was going to be the usual boring afternoon unless a livelier note was introduced. Luckily, I knew just the person.

“I brought Beady to see you today,” I announced cheerfully “We can play fairies and witches if you like.” My mother paled.

“Who’s Beady then?” asked Stephanie without much interest.

“My invisible friend, haven’t you got one?” Stephanie chewed for a moment or two while she thought.

“No.” she said finally. And there the subject might well have safely languished and died, had it not been for Aunt Cynthia, sticking her oar in. With a light laugh she pointed out that Steph had so many real friends she’d never felt the need to make one up. Well, I’m sorry, but I took umbrage, so would you, so certainly, did Beady.

The little bronze bell next to Auntie Cynthia’s plate suddenly jerked up and swung irritably from side to side. Long and loud it rang – once, twice and then, just as it was sinking slowly down, a third time, for good measure.

“That’ll be Beady.” I said helpfully. Two pairs of horrified eyes fastened on the bell, a third pair, equally horrified, on me. Two mouths fell unattractively open on half-chewed egg and cress, another pursed into an unmistakeable and familiar wait-till-I-get-you-home shape.

And into the following, heavily pregnant pause, strode an irate Irene. A satisfyingly swift response, I felt.  Flushed-faced, breathing hard and divesting herself fiercely of her apron, she was not best pleased and proceeded to put forward a couple of startlingly frank and interesting suggestions as to exactly where Auntie Cynthia could stick her bleeding bell. She went on to suggest that room might also be made there for her frigging airs and graces, her shitty wages, her stinking stew and last but certainly not least, her sodding silver candlesticks, the polishing of which apparently fell into Irene’s regular sphere of activities. Having thus made her feelings abundantly clear and giving a good trample to the abandoned apron for final emphasis, Irene swung neatly on her heel and exited, slamming the dining room door behind her. On an adjacent shelf, one of Aunt Cyn’s precious Capo di Monte pieces teetered. We all watched. I could, of course, have stopped it falling. I chose not to.               

“No,” my mother muttered tersely as we made our way briskly home, “An imaginary friend wasn’t a bad thing as such. However, it was precisely because she was imaginary that people such as Auntie Cynthia,” last seen pouring herself a recuperative glass of sherry with a shaking hand, “Were entitled to be somewhat startled if she suddenly started doing things.”

“But,” I protested, trotting to keep up with her agitated stride and grasping at last with relief exactly wherein lay the problem, “It wasn’t really Beady, it was me.”

“Oh sweetheart, I know.” she said. And she sighed heavily and then, unexpectedly she gave a little snort.

“It’s wasn’t funny..” she said, “And I’m certainly not laughing, young lady.” but inside her head, she kept seeing the gob-smacked faces on Aunt C and Steph and her mouth twitched all the way home, whenever she thought I wasn’t looking.  I don’t remember going round there for tea again.

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About Marilyn Messik

Marilyn was a regular feature and fiction writer for national magazines when her children were small. She set up her first business from home, selling toys, books and party goods, before opening first one shop then another. When she sold both shops, she moved into the world of travel, focusing on B & B’s and Country Inns in New England, USA. Her advisory, planning and booking service flourished and she concurrently launched a publishing company, producing annual, full-colour accommodation guides to the areas. 

In 2007 she set up a copywriting consultancy, to help businesses shape their messages to optimum effect. She’s blogged for The Telegraph online; published the Vintage Ladies Collection; written four Business Books and four Paranormal Thrillers. She’s been married to her very patient husband for more years than he deserves, and they have two children, five grandchildren and, somewhat to their surprise, several granddogs.

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#BookBlitz : False Series by Meli Raine @XpressoTours @meliraineauthor

Hello Readers! I’m pleased to be part of the Blitz tour for False Series by Meli Raine, organized by Xpresso Book Tours . Please check out book details and giveaway in this post.

Book & Author Details:

False Series by Meli Raine 
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Synopsis book 1 -False Memory:

It all started with the bereavement flowers with my name on them.

Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one.

I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life.

I can’t tell anyone the truth, because that’s the fastest way to really die. So I do the next best thing. I “lose” my memory. 

I fake my amnesia.

Pretending not to remember a brutal attempted murder has its perks. The killer is backing down, spending less time around me, loosening the noose.

The less I claim to recall, the more my rescuer, Duff, works to help me “remember.” I hate lying to him.

But he doesn’t understand that my memory is dangerous. To me. And to him.

Fooling everyone isn’t easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Except it’s starting to look like I’ve been fooling myself.

In more ways than one.

Read Book 1 in the newest series from USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine.

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Meli Raine originally released her FALSE series exclusively on Apple Books earlier this year. The series is now being released wide, per this schedule:

False Memory  8/15
False Hope  8/31
False Start 9/17

The ebook and audiobooks will simultaneously release on the scheduled dates.

AUTHOR BIO:

Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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#BlogTour #Excerpt : Song For a Lost Kingdom by Steve Moretti @Shalini_G26 @morettisteve

Hello Readers! I’m pleased to be part of blog tour for Song for a Lost Kingdom, Book II by Steve Moretti, organized by Digital Reads Blog Tours. Please check out the book details, snippet and book trailer below.

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Lover Never Surrenders
Song for a Lost Kingdom, Book II
by Steve Moretti

Synopsis:

Music is not bound by time.

And Adeena Stuart is not bound by anything that will stop her from saving the man she’s fallen in love with, even though he’s been dead for almost three hundred years.

In Book II of the Song for a Lost Kingdom trilogy, her music provides the portal to to James Drummond who is fighting along side Prince Charles Edward Stuart in the 1746 Jacobite uprising. Though their cause is doomed, and James is destined to die shortly after the Battle of Culloden, Adeena’s determination never wavers.

Left behind in the present, Adeena’s friends and families are equally determined to return her to 2019 before the expanding growth in her head becomes fatal and they lose her forever.

Throughout it all, the music sweeps across those in both the past and present in this novel of history, fantasy, romance and science fiction

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Excerpt:

Adeena collapsed onto the bed in her private chamber at Hamilton Palace. 

The recently widowed Lady Anne Hamilton had shown her to the room and asked a servant to draw her a hot bath. It was the best Christmas present anyone could possibly give her, she thought. The cold from every part of her body ached for the balm of something warm.

A hot bath and clean clothes awaited her and the thought of them made all her pains a bit more tolerable.

When the bath was ready, with fragrant perfume and oils, and most importantly with steaming water, she let herself enjoy the feeling that transcended any bathing experience she had ever had before. It felt like a tiny part of the future had slipped back into the past.

As she closed her eyes she thought of James and about her situation. For anyone knew, she was Katharine Carnegie, sister of George and Sir James Carnegie. Her aunt was Lady Margaret St. Clair, who still fought to retain her hold on Kinnaird Castle against the attainder of her first husband’s estates and titles.

She wondered about Katharine Carnegie. Have I become her? What happened to her or have we somehow switched places in time? Are we the same person, the same soul, the same spirit?

“Lady Katharine?”

It was the servant who had drawn her bath, knocking on the door.

“Yes?”

“When you are complete, I will aid you to dress for dinner. Lady Anne has seated you with the Duke of Perth,” the servant announced through the door. 

“Thank you, I’ll be don.. uh complete, in a few minutes. That work?”

There was a pause. Adeena realized that sometimes her vocabulary confused those around her.

“I will return presently,” she servant responded. 

Presently? Adeena smiled. 

She closed her eyes again. The Duke of Perth, James Drummond – the man who perhaps loved Katharine and perhaps, her. But he seemed to be keeping his distance. He was unlike any man she had ever known in her own time. How much was him and who he was as a person? Or was it just the culture and time they were in – 1745 Scotland?

It was probably impossible to separate the two, and she had no plan for how she could save him from dying a few days after his 33rd birthday, less than five months from today. Stories she had listened to her from her grandmother, about the misery of ‘Ashlynne’ had always gripped Adeena as a moving tale from a far away place and time. But now she was in the story, not just listening to it. 

Adeena had become the woman in her grandmother’s dreams. 

Katharine, not Ashlynne. Determined, not afraid. 

She would change history. 

Or die trying.

Author Bio:

I am an author in Ottawa, Canada. I have a varied background in business, journalism and education.

I love history, and the people who have lived fascinating and sometimes very ordinary lives in extra-ordinary times. I’m drawn to music and the arts, as well as scientific discovery, politics and science fiction, especially time-travel.

My novels combine my interests in stories that put characters within a realistic world that just happens to include elements that challenge our perceptions of reality. 

I am currently completing my first trilogy, Song for a Lost Kingdom, and will be starting a new series in 2020.

Website: https://www.stevemoretti.ca/
email: steve@stevemoretti.ca
Twitter: @morettisteve
Instagram: moretti.steve

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#BookBlitz : Sentenced to Shakespeare by Iris Dorbian @irisdorbian

Hello Readers! I’m pleased to be part of the blitz tour for Sentenced to Shakespeare by Iris Dorbian, organized by YA Bound Book Tours. Please check out the book details, excerpt and giveaway in this post.

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Sentenced to Shakespeare by Iris Dorbian
Genre: YA Contemporary
Release Date: July 19th 2019

Summary:

“Sentenced to Shakespeare” is a contemporary young adult novel set in suburban New Jersey. The story revolves around Leah, a smart and sensitive 15-year-old girl who is pushed too far by a bully and snaps. Arrested for assault and battery, Leah is sentenced to an unusual form of rehabilitation—she must take and complete a Shakespeare workshop or else risk incarceration. Ostracized by her classmates, abandoned by her only friend, Leah finds comfort and solidarity with the other juvenile offenders in this same program, with one offering her something she’s never experienced before—love.

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Excerpt from “Sentenced to Shakespeare”

Then, there were the prank phone calls: the stupid breathing, the hang-ups, and the taunting texts, each a deeper stab in the heart. 

“Hey, hottie! How many boyfriends do you have?”

“Don’t you vomit when you look at yourself in a mirror?”

“You really are a joke. I’d kill myself if I were you.”

It got to a point where Leah couldn’t cry anymore. Either her tear ducts were worn out from crying so much or she was numb. And, even if she did cry, that would only make Dede and her followers ridicule her even more.

Sometimes, if the weather was permitting, Leah would hide near the local VFW hall rather than go to school, which was within walking distance to her house. It was safe to play truant there as usually, no one was around on the weekdays. Within the bowels of a staircase that’d slope into the subterranean entrance of the building, she’d seek refuge. Her legs splayed out on the concrete, Leah would huddle in the corner, staring at her watch, waiting for each minute to pass into the oblivion of another minute until she knew her parents were out of the house and on their way to work. Then she’d return to the safety of her home, away from Dede and the harassment. Free and happy.

About the Author:

Iris Dorbian is a business journalist/blogger who has covered a wide range of sectors that include small business, media, private equity/venture capital and theater/the arts. Among the outlets she’s written for are Forbes, Wall Street Journal, Buyouts, Venture Capital Journal, Investopedia, DMNews, Playbill, Backstage, Theatermania, Media Industry Newsletter, PRNews and Stage Directions (where she served as editor-in-chief for eight years). She is the author of “Great Producers: Visionaries of the American Theater,” published by Allworth Press/Skyhorse Publishing in August 2008. Her personal essays and short stories have been published in Blue Lyra Review, B O D Y, Embodied Effigies, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Gothesque Magazine and Jewish Literary Journal. A New Jersey native, Iris has a master’s degree in journalism from Columbia University.

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#BlogTour #Excerpt : In The Company Of Strangers by Awais Khan #inthecompanyofstrangers @rararesources

Hello Readers! I’m pleased to be part of blog tour for In The Company Of Strangers by Awais Khan, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources. Please check out the book details and excerpt in this post. I hope you enjoy it.

In The Company Of Strangers by Awais Khan
Publication Date: 28th July 2019
Genre: Commercial Fiction

Synopsis:

Mona has almost everything: money, friends, social status… everything except for freedom. Languishing in her golden cage, she craves a sense of belonging…

Desperate for emotional release, she turns to a friend who introduces her to a world of glitter, glamour, covert affairs and drugs. There she meets Ali, a physically and emotionally wounded man, years younger than her.

Heady with love, she begins a delicate game of deceit that spirals out of control and threatens to shatter the deceptive facade of conservatism erected by Lahori society, and potentially destroy everything that Mona has ever held dear.

Excerpt:

Intro: Mona meets her best friend after twenty years at a fashion show in Lahore.

It took Mona a few seconds to sift through the barrage of insults to realise what Shahida had said. Her heart began to pound in her throat. Plastering a big smile on her face, she spun around. Her eyes recognised Meera at once.

It was her!

Meera’s languid gaze found hers. She cocked her head to one side, and the full force of those amber eyes hit Mona. She even grinned in the same mischievous way she used to back in college. The other women around her faded into the background like a bunch of pallid vegetables. Memories of decades past rushed through her like a flood, destroying her carefully constructed dams of indifference, obliterating any semblance of the present. It was Meera. After all these years, they had finally come face to face again. Two friends torn apart and put together again. She thought back to the strolls through Liberty market, the late nights of Amitabh Bachchan movies. She remembered the intense arguments over the good-looking guys in college, followed by hushed confessions of what they’d like to do to them. Even now, the memory of those lurid tales caused a blush to creep up her neck.

Each recollection hit her in a physical way. She almost staggered from the impact of the final memory – their quarrel. It had always cast a grim shadow on the happy ones, but today, she was surprised to find that she didn’t care. Looking at Meera now, it ceased to hold its dominance over Mona, and she realised that she had forgiven her long ago.

So much time had passed, and yet it seemed as if they had met just yesterday. Meera still retained overwhelmingly youthful looks, and her smile today was still like that of the lively girl of nineteen Mona had known. The women surrounding Meera in a semi-circle looked haggard, their tired and wrinkled faces lending a more pronounced resplendence to Meera.

She wore a sequined midnight blue wrap dress, one tanned leg exposed by a slit that reached her thigh. Raising her eyebrows at Mona, she smiled again, revealing rows of brilliant white teeth. She extended her hands toward Mona, and Mona saw that her eyes were shining.

‘After all these years… Mona.’ Even her voice held the same vitality she remembered so well. ‘Oh, I’ve missed you.’

Mona was struck dumb; she didn’t know what to say. Blood rushed through her ears, making her dizzy, and she was afraid she might cry. It had been so long since they had done this, since she had seen her. Still, she only returned the pressure of Meera’s hands and smiled; afraid to say anything that may sound too sentimental. She wasn’t sure how Meera would react.

‘Meera,’ was all she said.

‘Ladies,’ Meera said to the ladies around them. ‘You know Mona, right? She’s married to Bilal Ahmed. Ahmed Constructions? The biggest builders in Lahore.’

A few women nodded in approval. Meera smiled as she let go of Mona’s hands. It was somewhat gratifying to discover the extent of Meera’s knowledge about her, although she didn’t like how she was known by who her husband was. She never had. Meera must have kept track of her over the years, the same way Mona had been keeping track of her, with subtle enquiries into the life of her friend, enough to give her an idea of her whereabouts, but not enough to instil suspicion in anyone’s mind. Except for Bilal and her friends, nobody knew she had ever known Meera – until now.

Meera was beaming at the women. ‘Did you know we used to be best friends, Mona and me?’ She turned to Mona. ‘Gosh, how many years has it been since we met, Mona? Eighteen?’

‘More than twenty,’ Mona replied.
‘Gosh,’ Meera repeated.


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Author Bio:

Awais Khan is a graduate of Western University and Durham University. Having been an avid reader and writer all his life, he decided to take the plunge and study Novel Writing and Editing at Faber Academy in London. His work has appeared in the Missing Slate Magazine, Daily Times and MODE, and he has been interviewed by leading television channels like PTV, Voice of America, Samaa TV and City 42, to name a few. He is also the Founder of The Writing Institute, one of the largest institutions for Creative Writing in Pakistan. He lives in Lahore and frequently visits London for business.

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