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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

THE MUSEUM OF MYSTERIES by Steve Berry & M.J. Rose Release Day Launch


 


Cassiopeia Vitt takes center stage in this exciting novella from New York Times bestsellers M.J. Rose and Steve Berry. THE MUSEUM OF MYSTERIES is now available! Check out the excerpt below, and pick up your copy of THE MUSEUM OF MYSTERIES today!


 


THE MUSEUM OF MYSTERIES Synopsis:

In the French mountain village of Eze, Cassiopeia visits an old friend who owns and operates the fabled Museum of Mysteries, a secretive place of the odd and arcane. When a robbery occurs at the museum, Cassiopeia gives chase to the thief and is plunged into a firestorm.

Through a mix of modern day intrigue and ancient alchemy, Cassiopeia is propelled back and forth through time, the inexplicable journeys leading her into a hotly contested French presidential election. Both candidates harbor secrets they would prefer to keep quiet, but an ancient potion could make that impossible. With intrigue that begins in southern France and ends in a chase across the streets of Paris, this magical, fast-paced, hold-your-breath thriller is all you’ve come to expect from M.J. Rose and Steve Berry.


 

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EXCERPT: 
The L’Etoile family traced its roots back to the 13th century. The name carried a popular familiarity thanks to a branch of the family that came to fame in the early 18th century as perfumers to royalty. L’Etoile fragrances became known worldwide and their shop on the Left Bank in Paris remained one of the most famous perfume destinations in the world. And one of my personal favorites. Fifty years after the French Revolution one member of the family, Sebastian L’Etoile, settled in Eze, opening a shop to sell his brother’s fragrances. Eventually, he branched out and founded the Museum of Mysteries, mainly as a place to store artifacts brought back from expeditions to Egypt. Sebastian rediscovered a tunnel that extended from the back of the shop into the mountain, closed off long ago by an avalanche, perfect as a repository. So an entrance was created from the shop. A door, with no knob, no knocker, no lock. Just oak panels bound by iron. Which only the curator could open through a complicated puzzle that predated Sebastian L’Etoile’s rediscovery. Curiosity had gotten the better of me, and so some research had revealed that, in the 5th century, some of the women of Eze, after being branded witches, had used the tunnel as an escape route down to the sea. Their stories were told through carvings in the walls, which Nicodème had allowed me to see. Goodbye messages. Parting advice. Recipes for spells and potions. Final messages to those they were leaving behind. Seeing them at once both moving and hopeful. Now the old tunnel contained over three hundred rare objects. One of them apparently gone. Being carted away, through a rainstorm, across the streets of Eze by a thief. Hildick-Smith hung a left at a fork in the street, which gave me hope. I knew Eze, every warren of turns and alleyways, every dead end. Clearly my quarry wasn’t as well versed since he’d just chosen one of the inescapable routes, this one ending at a viewing platform where tourists could gaze at the valley below, the towns in the distance, and the endless sea and sky. I took the same left and saw Hildick-Smith ahead. He stopped running, then casually joined a small grop of visitors with umbrellas enjoying the scenic vista. I slowed, caught my breath, and approached. To gain control of the wooden box, Hildick-Smith had drawn a pistol in the shop and held both me and Nicodème at bay. If threatened, he might use his weapon. My instincts told me to shout for the people to clear out so I could deal with the problem. But approaching I suddenly realized something. He was gone.  

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About Steve Berry: STEVE BERRY is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of fourteen Cotton Malone novels and four stand-alones. He has 23 million books in print, translated into 40 languages. With his wife, Elizabeth, he is the founder of History Matters, which is dedicated to historical preservation. He serves on the Smithsonian Libraries Advisory Board and was a founding member of International Thriller Writers, formerly serving as its co-president.  

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About M. J. Rose New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose grew up in New York City mostly in the labyrinthine galleries of the Metropolitan Museum, the dark tunnels and lush gardens of Central Park and reading her mother's favorite books before she was allowed. She believes mystery and magic are all around us but we are too often too busy to notice... books that exaggerate mystery and magic draw attention to it and remind us to look for it and revel in it. Please visit her blog, Museum of Mysteries at http://www.mjrose.com/blog/ Rose's work has appeared in many magazines including Oprah magazine and she has been featured in the New York Times, Newsweek, Wall Street Journal, Time, USA Today and on the Today Show, and NPR radio. Rose graduated from Syracuse University, spent the '80s in advertising, has a commercial in the Museum of Modern Art in New York City and since 2005 has run the first marketing company for authors - Authorbuzz.com Rose lives in Connecticut with her husband the musician and composer, Doug Scofield.

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SAVING BECK by Courtney Cole Release Day Launch


 


Reminiscent of the beloved novels by Mary Kubica and Jodi Picoult comes a chilling portrayal of a son’s addiction and its harrowing effects on both him and his mother from New York Times bestselling author Courtney Cole. SAVING BECK is now available! Check out the excerpt below, and pick up your copy of SAVING BECK today!


 


SAVING BECK Synopsis:

There comes a time when offering your life for your child’s doesn’t work, when you realize that it’ll never be enough.

The cold needle in his warm vein was a welcome comfort to my son at first. But then it became the monster that kept us apart.

Heroin lied, and my son believed. It took him to a world where the last year didn’t happen, to a place where his father was still alive. What Beck didn’t understand was that it couldn’t bring his father back from the dead. It couldn’t take away his pain, not permanently.

You think it can’t happen to you, that your kids, your family, will never be in this situation. I thought that too. But you’re wrong.

Step into our world, and see for yourself. Watch my golden boy become a slave to this raging epidemic. Watch me try and save him.

Drug addiction comes with a price. Trust me, you’re not equipped to pay it.

Don’t miss this heart wrenching, evocative, yet hopeful novel—it will leave you forever changed.


 

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EXCERPT: 
“Isn’t that Taps?” I asked finally, and my eyes were wet. I didn’t look up from Angel’s lap. “My mom used to sing it to me when I couldn’t sleep. It was the only lullaby she knew,” Angels said, defensively. “I’m not attacking your mother,” I told her. “I know.” “Why did your mother send you away?” I asked, because Angel’s song was so sad, and her voice was so broken. “She must’ve loved you.” She shrugged and held me tight, her fingers afraid to let go of me. “She said I was better off going back to foster care. That should she couldn’t afford to live on her own, and her boyfriend hated me. She said she wanted me to have a shot at life, and she couldn’t give to that to me.” “I’m sorry.” I patted her back with my free hand. It was a mindless motion and it didn’t help, but I tried.“How long were you in foster care?” “A while,” she answered. “The state thought I was better taken care of there. I lost my virginity to a foster father. I don’t have a sweet story like yours and Elin’s.” Her voice was bitter now and she was so hurt and she was so used. I wanted to pick her up and shield her from the world. I told her that. She laughed, a hard sound. “Too late, King,” she said. “It’s never too late,” I argued. She was thoughtful now. “So why did you leave your home?” she asked. “If it’s never too late. Maybe you should go back?” “It’s complicated,” I answered. “I can’t go back.” “But why? Your mom is a good mom, right?” I paused. “Yeah. She is. But she’s got her own shit going on. There’s a lot to deal with, you know. When someone dies.” “Yeah, I bet,” she answered. “But she probably misses you.” I shrugged. “It’s hard to say.” The silence swallowed us up, and we wallowed in it, stretching our legs and swimming in it. “I was thinking that when this is done,” and she gestured toward my crown royal bag that held our stash, “that we should give it up.” That hit me in the face and I stared at her. “Give it up?” The idea was ludicrous, because without H, I’d feel everything. I wouldn’t be able to escape and there was nothing I wanted less than to do that. But Angel was nodding and she was serious. “I think we should,” she said finally. “Look what it did to my mother. She gave up her own kid. You left a good life behind. For what? For this?” she swept her arm around gesturing to the rickety walls of the warehouse. “We’ve got to make good on ourselves, King.” I eyed her. “What’s your real name?” I asked, trying to change the subject. She scowled. “Don’t do that. This is serious.” “So is your name,” I answered. “My name is Angel now,” she answered. “And I want us to get clean. We’ll have to do it together so we can help each other. We’ll get each other through it, King.” I stared at her hard, and she was so solemn, so determined. “You can’t be serious,” I said and I was shaky just thinking about it. “I am,” she nodded. “You don’t know it because you haven’t seen it, but when I’m sober, I can do anything, King. We could get a little house, and be roommates. Winston can have his own little bed. You can go to college and I’ll get a GED, and we’ll have a life, King. A real life.” I thought on that for a second. A real life. I studied the track marks in my arm, and I knew what I’d have to give up. “I don’t know if I can,” I said truthfully. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough.” “Of course you are,” Angel said firmly. “You just don’t know that right now. But I do, King.” “My name isn’t really King,” I told her. She smiled and in this moment, she was pretty, even with her jagged extra-short hair. “I know,” she answered. “I’m not stupid. But you’re my King, and I like it that way.” “Do you want to know my real name?” I gave her the choice, but she squeezed my hand. “No. That was then, and this is now. You’re King and I’m Angel.” She fell asleep, so I was left awake alone. I held her tight because she was all I had, and her breathing was soft and quick. It was still chilly enough in here to see her breaths in the air, but I kept her warm with my body. She’s Angel and I’m King. I thought about that. Then I thought about a time when I was still Beck. I was another person, with the world on a string and all the promises it had to offer sat on my lap. Potential was a shiny thing and I’d been full of it then, so much so that I couldn’t see past the bright promises. But with those promises came curses. If I hadn’t gone to Notre Dame that day, if we hadn’t stayed so long, then it wouldn’t have been so late when we drove home. Elin wouldn’t have called to check on me, and I wouldn’t have answered. My dad wouldn’t be dead. My life would still be shiny and bright. I would still be at home and my mom would be making me banana pancakes on Saturdays. I was sure she’s still making them now for Dev and Annabelle. Thoughts of them hurt my heart and I missed them. I hadn’t allowed that for weeks and weeks, but it was true. I missed them. Looking down at Angel’s face, I wondered what they’d think of her. But I already knew. They’d take one look and know she’s an addict too, and I’d be just another disappointment. One of many. No matter how much I missed my life, that was then. This was now. Angel stirred and moaned a little and I soothed her quietly, my hand on her shoulder. “Shhh,” I said into her ear. “It’s going to be all right.” “King, promise me we’ll quit,” she said, half asleep. “Promise me.” I didn’t want to. I wanted to. I didn’t want to. “Okay,” I finally said. “Okay.” She smiled and her lips were curved and pink in the night. She was happy now, I realized with a start. “Sing to me,” she said. “Make me feel safe.” I sang her mother’s lullaby and she closed her eyes to sleep.


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About Courtney Cole: Courtney Cole grew up in rural Kansas and now lives with her husband and kids in Florida, where she writes beneath palm trees and is still in love with the idea of magic and happily-ever-after. She is the author of Saving Beck.        

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STRENGTH ENDURING by Carrie Ann Ryan Release Day Blitz


The Talon Pack continues... STRENGTH ENDURING by Carrie Ann Ryan is available now! Find out more about Kameron and Dhani's journey below, read a sneak peek, and pick up your copy of STRENGTH ENDURING now!

 

About STRENGTH ENDURING

In the penultimate novel of the Talon Pack series from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan, an Enforcer must make the ultimate choice when it comes to a human woman with a secret she doesn't know she holds.
Kameron Brentwood has only one thing on his mind: defeating the enemy. He doesn't have time for a human woman who sets his teeth on edge and makes his wolf prowl. It shouldn't matter that she's his mate because he's always thought that mating is a distraction. Yet as soon as he gets to know the woman, he figures out that there's no hiding from the attraction he feels for her.
Dhanielle Coburn has always been on the outside looking in when it comes to the Talon Pack, but she's not about to let fate and the moon goddess decide her path for her. If and when she takes Kameron as a mate, it will be her choice. Yet when she suddenly finds herself in the Pack's inner sanctum, deeper than she ever thought possible, she has to fight not only her need for the man in front of her but also a hidden secret about her family she didn't even know she had.
When the choice is pulled from both of their hands, the two will need to learn who they are apart, and who they can be together. Because there's more to mating than a mark and a prophecy that has come back to haunt them. And even though they may be fated, the ultimate sacrifice just might take them both in the end.
 

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Kameron really didn’t want to be alone with her. Because that meant all he wanted to do was listen to his wolf instead of the logical part of his brain that told him he needed the Pack to be safe before he risked it all and took a mate. His mate wouldn’t be safe thanks to his role as Enforcer, and he wanted to prevent that hurt. But his wolf wanted nothing to do with that twisted logic. It wanted the woman in front of them. And because she stood right there, brow raised, he did the one thing he shouldn’t. He kissed her. He knew he should have asked, should have backed away, should have done anything but what he was doing just then, but he couldn’t. He didn’t. Instead, he crushed his mouth to hers, savoring her sweet taste as his wolf growled deep in his throat, and Dhani plastered herself against him, her fingers digging into his forearms as she pulled him closer. He wanted this woman. Had wanted her from the first time he saw her. But he knew this could be a mistake. She could be in danger by mating with him, so he had to stop the kiss. It was damn hard doing what was right, but he pulled away, leaving them both shaking, their chests heaving. “What the hell was that?” she gasped. “A mistake.”  

   

About Carrie Ann Ryan

Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.








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