Spotlight & Excerpt: The Demigods Trilogy + Giveaway

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Justice And Her League

The Demigods Trilogy Book 1

by TJ Bell

Genre: RH Why Choose Paranormal Romance

 

My name is Justice, and yeah, I’m a demigod.
So far as I can tell, that status isn’t all that impressive. I’m supposed to have magical powers, but all I’ve ever done is accidentally kill my mother.

The only thing I have going for me is that I’m stronger, with sharper senses, than most humans. I’ve managed to turn those traits into something useful: I kill bad guys for a living.
So long as I avoid those pesky human authorities (they aren’t keen on vigilante justice) and don’t get killed myself, I figure I’m winning.

Until I run into them. Ajax, Malcolm, and Rafe. Ajax is quiet, reserved, stronger than anyone I know. Malcolm is the laidback Southern boy always looking for a good time. Rafe is the wise one, the one who sees too much … and has too many secrets.

They are three outrageously sexy demigods.

Who happen to be my fated mates.

Hell, I didn’t think I’d ever find one, let alone three.

Despite all our differences, it works. Well, the steamy part of our relationship, anyway. The rest?

Not so much. As it turns out, I’ve mated with three altruistic men, and they aren’t willing to allow me to continue on with my vigilante ways. They say we’re a team now and we have to work together.

But I’ve always worked alone.

Justice & her League is the first book in the Demigods Trilogy. It is intended for mature audiences: 18+ readers only! It contains adult language and sexual situations. This is a fast burn romance where the girl gets all the guys.

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“What the fuck happened?” the blond one, Malcolm, roared when he stuck his head into the office and noticed Rafael or Rafe-for-short laid out on the floor.
The hulking—and okay, seriously hot—black guy shadowed the doorway next, then he pushed Malcom out of the way so he could slip inside the room and drop to his knees next to Rafe’s body.
“Did you do this to him?” Malcolm demanded while Ajax pressed two fingers to Rafe’s neck and then prodded his head, causing the guy to let out a pained-sounding groan.
“Of course not,” I said, full of all sorts of indignation. I’d told Rafe I worked alone, and he’d insisted on following me anyway. He made the choice; how were the consequences of that decision my fault?
When Rafe rolled over onto his back, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, and then I glanced around the office. The only people in here were myself and these three guys to whom I was insanely sexually attracted, which made no sense. I mean, I’d been attracted to guys plenty in my life, and I’d acted on probably 75 percent of those scenarios.
But it never happened in the middle of a job, and never with such intensity—or with three guys at once.
If they asked me to pick which one I wanted most, I’d be unable to give an answer.
It was seriously fucked up. Clearly, I needed to get laid, but more than that, I needed to know where the hell Ignacio went.
“Don’t even tell me he got away,” I snapped at Malcolm.
“Okay, I won’t tell you.”
“Could you be any more cliché?”
He shrugged. “Clichés are funny.”
Flinging my hands in the air, I twirled around toward the door. “I gotta go. I need to track him down and—”
“Do not let her leave,” Rafe practically growled at Malcolm, who had edged his way onto the threshold.
I narrowed my eyes. Malcolm crossed his arms.
“Don’t make me hurt you,” I warned.
“Go ahead and try.” He grinned. “I promise to enjoy every moment.”
For fuck’s sake, was that a growl that just escaped through my clenched teeth?
Ajax had pulled Rafe to his feet. “First,” Rafe said, his gaze on me, “we help these women get back to their lives. Or, if that’s not what they want, we help them start new ones.”
“What do you mean, first?” I demanded, even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
“Before we track down the guy in charge of this operation.”
Oh, I don’t think so. “That could take weeks! And also—”
“More like months,” Malcolm said.
I bared my teeth at him. He winked back. I shifted my focus to Rafe, who was obviously the leader of this little group of sexy guys.
“Look, I told you, I work alone. And while I’m glad those women are now free, my objective is to kill Ignacio. I don’t want anything to do with helping them get on with their lives.”
“That’s not how it works,” Ajax said. Pretty sure it was the first time he’d spoken directly to me since he tried to strangle me earlier. No, wait. He’d asked me to clarify when I said Ignacio was mine, like he was jealous or some shit. What the hell did he have to be jealous over?
I crossed my arms under my breasts, and ignored the way his gaze dropped before lifting to my eyes again. I forced myself to ignore the way my lady bits were doing a happy dance over the idea that he liked my breasts. Was there a heterosexual man alive who didn’t like boobs? So why was my traitorous body so pleased that this particular guy found mine attractive?
“Listen, big guy—”


Justice Loses Her League

The Demigods Trilogy Book 2

 

My name is Justice. I’m a demigod, and my otherwise immortal life is hanging by a thread. Oh, I also have not one but three mates, although our status isn’t “official” yet. Something about rituals and ceremonies. Don’t ask me—I’m clueless about this new world I find myself in.

Yeah, in order to save my life, Ajax, the strong one, Rafe, the conniving one, and Malcolm, the easygoing one, have taken me to the Realm of Gods.

There’s no electricity, no cell phones, the bartenders are sirens, and togas are the current fashion statement.

Everybody’s suspicious of everyone else, with good reason. This place brings our magic close to the surface, but there’s so much else going on—none of it good—that it may make more sense to go back to the human world and forget all about mating and magic and the other stuff that goes along with it.

Except I’m grievously injured and I can’t travel until I’m healed, which means we’re going to have to figure out how to get along in this strange new world, at least for a little while…

Justice Loses her League is the second book in the Demigods Trilogy. It is intended for mature audiences: 18+ readers only! It contains adult language and sexual situations. This is a fast-burn romance where the girl gets all the guys.

Why choose?

The Demigods Trilogy should be read in order. If you haven’t checked out Justice and Her League, I strongly suggest you read it before proceeding.

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In League With Justice

The Demigods Trilogy Book 3

 

Secrets, lies, deceit… My name is Justice and it’s just another Tuesday for me and my three mates.

Rafe has gone missing. Malcolm doesn’t want to find him. Ajax thinks we can come into our magic without him.
I just want my family back together. All of them. Even if we aren’t sure who Rafe really is.

As if that weren’t enough, the gods are at war and me and my guys are smack dab in the middle of the conflict.

Will we ever catch a break?

In League With Justice is the final book in the Demigods Trilogy, and yes, there is a happy ending. It is intended for mature audiences: 18+ readers only! It contains adult language and sexual situations. This is a fast burn romance where the girl gets all the guys.

Why choose?

The Demigods Trilogy should be read in order. If you haven’t checked out the first two books in the series, I strongly suggest you read them before proceeding.

 

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TJ Bell is the naughtier alter-ego of romance author Tami Lund (although you should totally read Tami Lund’s book too, because they are really, really good). She writes paranormal, all the time. Her heroines are tough, even if they are broken, and her heroes tend to have a heart of gold under all that alpha. Hell, sometimes they aren’t even alpha at all; after all, who doesn’t love a solid beta hero?
When she isn’t writing snarky, steamy books, TJ Bell likes to take long walks on the beach with a tall glass of wine… oh wait, wrong bio. But still true.TJ Bell lives in the (sometimes) beautiful state of Michigan, USA, where the weather is glorious approximately 30% of the time, with her even-more-snarky husband, snarky-in-training (and progressing impressively) teenage daughter, and her dog, Kaya, who wants to know if it’s dinnertime yet.Sign up for TJ Bell’s newsletter so you get dibs on all the book awesomeness: https://www.subscribepage.com/authortjbell

 


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Spotlight & Excerpt: Old Sins, by Lynne Handy

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Welcome to the book tour for Old Sins by Lynne Handy! Read on for more details and exclusive excerpt!

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Old Sins (A Maria Pell Mystery)
by Lynne Handy
Publication Date: August 23rd, 2022
Genre: Thriller

Battered by her archeologist lover’s betrayal, poet Maria Pell flees to an Irish village to study prehistoric people and write her next volume of poetry, but her sanctuary is invaded first by her moody cousin and then by her Togolese lover who unexpectedly show up on her doorstep. When the discovery of a girl’s body on a rocky shore reawakens Maria’s devastating childhood memory of finding a dead baby floating in a stream, her days become haunted by this child’s death. As teenage girls disappear, villagers are terrified that sex-traffickers are targeting their community. With crimes to be solved, both past and present, Maria risks her life to bring the perpetrators to justice.


Excerpt

In the summer of 1988 when I was ten, I found a baby girl caught in the cattails of a stream running through my parents’ property. At first, I thought she was another baby Moses waiting to be discovered in the bulrushes. It was when I knelt to free her from the fronds that I saw her ashen face, her vacant eyes, and knew she was dead.

I see it all in slow motion now: I, in a yellow sundress, scrambling to my feet, knowing something was horribly wrong that a baby had been thrown in the creek. I ran toward my house crying, “There’s a dead baby in the creek!”

My academician father was sitting in the porch swing, reading a newspaper. He threw it down and came running. The kitchen door banged behind my mother. “John? What is it?”

I ran to her and pressed my face against her chest.“It’s a dead baby,” I sobbed.“She’s wearing a pink dress.”

“A pink dress?” My mother folded her arms around me and stared after my father, who admonished her to stay where she was. I’m sure my mother looked at the baby afterward, but not on the day that I found her.

No one ever claimed her. No one ever admitted throwing her in the creek. The town called her Baby Doe. The coroner said she’d been alive when she went in the water. She had been a throwaway child. Until finding her, I had not known that children could be so unloved they would be discarded. I was so distressed that my parents sent me to a psychiatrist who told my mother that I had merged my psyche with that of the unwanted infant and feared no one would ever want me.

How many times during my childhood had my mother asked if I knew how much she and my father loved me? Taken literally, it was a difficult question to answer, so I had kept silent. How do you measure love? Fear of abandonment helped form the woman I became, and in some ways, I remained stuck emotionally in my tenth year.

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About the Author

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The eldest child in a farm family, I grew up in western Indiana where the tall corn drove me inward to create fantasy worlds. Books were my salvation. I was drawn to poetry in the beginning. Wordsworth and other poets taught me that metaphor, sound, and cadence made a good poem. From authors like Dickens, I learned that rhythmic sentences advanced plot. Hemingway taught me about verbs. Upon graduating from library school, I worked as a librarian in Illinois, Texas, and Michigan. In retirement, I co-founded Open Sky Poets, a collaboration of poets in the western suburbs of Chicago, and published poems and short stories in literary journals. I self-published three novels—two are mysteries. Current projects involve a mystery series with author Jake Westin, who, like Christie’s Miss Marple, somehow lands in the middle of murder investigations. I live in a brick house with roses in front and two rescue dogs who bark at passersby.

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Book Blitz & Excerpt: Whispers in the Waters + Giveaway

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Whispers in the Waters
by Sarah Chislon
Publication date: September 27th 2022
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Mystery

Ladies don’t shame their families.

Ladies don’t confront Otherwordly threats.

Ladies certainly don’t admit some taint of the fae has touched their souls—unless they wish to find themselves confined to an Institution.

Gently-bred herbalist Jessa Caldwell is trying to be a lady. She conceals her true nature amongst her plants and her sketches—where she can almost shut out the whispers she alone hears. But a threat to her beloved aunt forces her from the comfort of home to a town perilously near an Otherworldly Crossing, with its ever-present risk of fae incursions.

To protect her aunt and the townsfolk she comes to care for, she must uncover the individual responsible for a series of increasingly dangerous attacks—but to find this saboteur will require embracing the part of herself she fears most, an act that could cost her dearly. In a world where Vigilists lock up fae-touched mortals, Jessa must decide if she’s willing to risk exposing her true nature to obtain the truth and protect those she loves.

Whispers in the Waters, a gaslamp fantasy novella, serves as the prequel to Tattoo of Crimson, the first book in the Blood of the Fae series. If you like quick-minded heroines who solve cases with logic and intuition, Otherworldly intrigues, and beautiful yet deadly fae, then you’ll love this mystery set in a world of manners and mythical monsters.

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I rounded a bend, and the slight woman I’d seen in the stratesman’s shadow when we’d arrived in Milburn stumbled down the lane, her gown of muslin streaked with dirt and littered with forest debris. She clutched a ragged silk shawl around her shoulders, as though it could shield her from notice.

Nelda, Mrs. Wilkins had called her. Her palm dripped blood, and tears streaked her cheeks. For a moment, I remained rooted in place. If the townsfolk were to be believed, Nelda had brought a vengeful attack against Melle and her family. But the downcast lines of her body spoke of brokenness and distress, not malice.

“Nelda?” I hoped she wouldn’t take offense at the use of her given name from a stranger. I hurried forward. “You’re hurt. What happened?”

“I . . . I don’t know.” Nelda lifted her hand and watched as blood wept from it, one drop after another splatting against the dusty surface of the road. The wound cut deep.

Could Mrs. Wilkins have been right when she’d suggested madness? I shifted the bundle of clothes from one arm to the other. “Can I accompany you home and find someone to tend your injury?”

She laughed, a wild, off-key sound. “Home? I have no home.”

“Then where are you staying?” I lowered my voice in an attempt to soothe her. “I’ll help you there and fetch an herbalist, if it suits you.”

“Staying? No one will house me. Not after what’s happened at the mill.” She jabbed toward the trees with her uninjured hand. “I stay in the forest. At least here, I’m close. Close to where home used to be.”

I drew in a sharp breath. To live in the forest, this close to a Crossing? It was unthinkable. Otherkind might lurk anywhere, not to mention natural predators. Had the entire town truly forsaken her, simply because she’d wed the wrong man and he’d abandoned her? Or was there more that I missed? Society offered swift condemnation for those who failed to abide by its strictures, but other than a poor choice in a husband, what wrong had she done?

She swayed, and I rushed to steady her. “You can’t stay out here. You need proper shelter and someone to look at your wound. Come with me into Milburn, and we’ll find an herbalist.”

“No, I can’t.” She backed away, every scrap of color leeching from already-pale features. “No one here wants to help. They’d only try to lock me up!”


Author Bio:

Sarah Chislon lives in Virginia with her husband and three daughters. When she’s not writing, she’s homeschooling her children and running a web development business with her husband. As an avid reader and a lifelong story-weaver, she delights in creating fantastic worlds and exploring them alongside her characters.

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