Wednesday, 10 December 2014

MY NEXT TARGET!


The Next Target
by Marcel Trigueiro
Genre: Mystery, Cyber-Thriller, Political Procedural
Release Date: December 8, 2014



When fear is used as a weapon, the panic paralyses the target like a spider web which immobilizes the preys in the last seconds of their existences. Thenceforth, eliminating a life becomes something elementary.

Rio de Janeiro had already experienced the climate of terror at the end of 2010, with cars and buses being constantly torched overnight. Now, a similar climate settles in the city, but this time the targets have names and surnames. Hundreds of thousands of people are progressively threatened by terrorists who seem to know all the details of their lives. Some of them are cowardly murdered, in a demonstration that anyone can die.

Matheus Erming is the Computer Forensics specialist responsible for examining the computers used by the victims and for finding out how details of their daily routines, kinship and friendship relations were taken by the perpetrators of the attacks. The investigations are the starting point of a persecution not only cybernetic, which touches the lower levels of the organized crime and chases for the roots of chaos in the city. During this race, the security of Matheus' family is also put at risk. When this happens, he knows he has only one choice: to go further, at any cost.



Matheus had never wanted to accomplish any goal as much as he wanted to accomplish this one thing. He wanted to catch these killers. It hadn't been fair to his brother, and it wasn't fair for the victims of these terrorists. The rational hesitation, the doubt and the natural fear of the dark possibilities of what he was about to do, tried to prevent him from committing what he would normally consider an atrocity. But what could be a more brutal atrocity than what had already occurred?  He had a choice. If he really wanted to prevent the escape, he couldn't wait one more second. And yet, if he didn't want to risk his own life, it would be better to stay where he was.





Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon CA ~ Amazon AU

Amazon US:  http://amzn.to/15XcAYh
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1s8HRvM
Amazon CA:  http://amzn.to/1whFZrB
Amazon AU:  http://bit.ly/1u7TItP




Almost five years ago, I started writing a novel. At first, all I knew was that the protagonist would be a Computer Forensics specialist, since a regular programmer or software engineer would be too boring for the plots I could figure. It would be better for someone to be able to hold a gun, involved in some mystery built from solid and real Information Security principles.

As for the antagonist, sorry, I can't reveal anything about him/her now.

Still about the building of the plot; months passed, years elapsed, and after countless review rounds (made also by professionals) the book is finally finished and fully translated to English.

The title: The Next Target

I hope you enjoy.

Best regards,
Marcel T.







IT'S ALL CONTRACTUAL!




Title: Contractual
Author: Alice Tribue
Cover Design: LM Creations
 Release Date: January 2015


Synopsis


They told me I’d be an escort; they made it sound so easy.

Really I’m just a high priced call girl.


Desperation brought me to this and it led me to him, my one and only client.


Hating him is easy, he reminds me of my shame.


Wanting him is wrong it fills me with guilt.


Loving him is a losing battle yet it’s become everything.


A gift and a curse, he consumes my every thought and I’d rather play my part in his bed than to spend one day without him.









Author Bio


Alice Tribue lives with her husband and daughter in New Jersey. She has a bachelors degree in communications and is currently working on her masters degree. She spends most of her free time reading, writing, and when the weather permits lounging out on a beach.


Author Links

Giveaway

$5 Amazon Gift Card
3 Ebooks of Contractual
2 Ebooks of Unspeakable Truths

TRY STRIVING FOR ACCEPTANCE?




Title: Striving for Acceptance
Series: Striving #3
Author: B.L. Mooney
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs
 Release Date: December 26, 2014


Synopsis


Third in the Striving Series, but can be read alone.

We all want to feel accepted, but sometimes we do unacceptable things. When we push it too far and do the unforgivable, are we still allowed to hope for that acceptance?

Or are we doomed to accept a life of loneliness?

My current bed friend is someone who’s struggling to find his own acceptance. His big crime? He’s following his dreams. His father can’t accept the fact he no longer wants to follow in his footsteps. Should he be shut out because he quit the family business? I don’t think so. But if he should, I’ve got bigger problems.

My crime?

I cheated on my husband and then killed the man I cheated with. Would you still accept me?

Ages 18+ due to adult situations and violence.








Pre-order Links

AMAZON US / UK




Available Now


FREE

AMAZON US / UK



AMAZON US / UK




Excerpt




“Could you hand me another clay pot, please?” I was crouched down, getting the displays ready for opening day. Never mind it was still three weeks away. I needed to keep busy.
The pot appeared before me and I grabbed it. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I turned my head to the male voice and was inches from a bulge I’d gotten used to having in my face. I hadn’t seen what the bulge was made of yet, but he sure liked thrusting it in my face every chance he could.
I snipped the shears I had in my hand. “You’re very brave to come that close.” He backed up. “That’s what I thought.”
I stood and looked at him. His curly blond hair needed a cut, as usual, and the smirk on his face needed to be smacked off. I tilted my head to the side and wondered what he would look like without the scruff he tried to pass off as a beard. Why should I care what he would look like? I shook my head.
“What do you need, Mick? I’m busy.”
“I just thought I’d see if you needed help.”
“As I’ve told you the other fifty times you’ve come over, no. I’ve got everything under control.”
He rocked back on his heels and looked around. “It does look good.”
“Thank you.”
My sister, Rachael, came from the back and smiled. We were complete opposites. She had long, wavy blonde hair while my hair was black and cut short. You might have been able to tell we were from the same gene pool if I showed my body off the way she did, but I liked to keep things a little more under wraps compared to her curve-hugging style. Besides, I’d always been the more casual type and she was all about the latest styles. It looked good on her, but I’ve got better things to worry about than clothes.
The other thing which set us apart was the fact she was friendly. I wasn’t. “Hey, Mick, what brings you over?”
“Just being neighborly.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to work on another display. “We’ve got it. Thanks for stopping by.”
Rachael waited until he left. “You’re not very nice to him.”
“He isn’t someone I want to be nice to.”
“I think you could be very nice to each other.” She smiled. “I’ve tried to get Carl to grow some scruff like that. It’s sexy. The least you could do is play nice with him and tell me if it—”
“Look, he’s the lease-holder. I don’t need to be caught up in that. Plus, he’s a little rude, always pushing his cock in my face.”
Her hands fell to her sides. “Excuse me?”
“Yes, it’s always there.”
She smiled. “Maybe you’re just always looking.”
“Don’t you have to pick up Amy?”
“Shit.” She looked at her watch. “I really do, but this conversation isn’t over.”
I mumbled, “It is for me.”

~*~

I had just finished wiping down the counter even though I’d already cleaned it a dozen times. I wasn’t ready to go home. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for opening day.
There was a small tap on the door. “Let me in already!” Mick yelled.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. “It’s unlocked. Just open—” I opened it to see him balancing two plates and two glasses of wine. He walked past without an invitation. “What are you doing?”
“Come over and help me.”
Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over and watched as he turned his ass to me. “Take out the tablecloth, will you? It’s a little big, but if you keep it folded in half, it should fit the counter.”
I took the tablecloth from his back pocket and laid it out as he said to. “What are you doing?”
“Dinner.” He set the plates and glasses down. “You never leave for dinner or have anything ordered in.” He looked me over. “You’re too thin.”
I placed my hands on my hips. “Excuse me?”
“You need to keep your strength up if you’re going to run a company by yourself. You need to take care of yourself or you have no business taking care of anything else.”
He handed me a napkin with a fork and knife and pointed to the plate. I watched him grab a couple of stools for us. “Eat.” He sat on his stool and dug in. “Are you going to tell me you don’t like steak?”
I shook my head. I sat down and looked at the steak, baked potato, and green beans. “I’m just trying to figure out what your motive is.”
“Money.”
I looked up. “You want me to pay you for this.”
“No, I want you to pay for your lease, and you can’t do that if you run yourself down.” He took another bite and pointed at my plate. “Eat.”
I could live with that answer. It was honest and impersonal, so I liked it. I started eating. “This is really good.”
“Thanks.”
“How did you keep it warm?”
“I don’t live far.”
“Oh.”
We sat in silence and finished our meal. It wasn’t uncomfortable. The sounds of the utensils against the plates filled the air and before I knew it, I had cleaned the plate.
“See, you feel better now, don’t you?”
I allowed a small smile. “I do. Thank you.”
He nodded and looked around. “It’s remarkable how good this place looks. You’ve done a great job.”
“Thanks. Thank you for dinner, too.”
He turned back to me and smiled. “You’re welcome.”
A police car with lights and sirens went by and I started shaking. He noticed. “I’m going to take the plates to the back and rinse them off for you, but I don’t have any detergent to clean them.”
He held my hand and stopped me from taking his plate. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, it just startled me, is all. I’ll be right back.”
He allowed me to go to the back with the dishes. I set them in the sink and took a deep breath while I hung my head and leaned on the counter. I wondered if Al was available. It made it easier after I moved into Rachael’s apartment to see her neighbor down the hall, but it also made it more difficult to avoid him. I needed to forget life for a while and he always helped me with that, but he had started to want too much. I just wanted sex.
“Hey.” Mick came into the back, scaring me. I jumped, dropping the knife in the sink. “I’m sorry. You were just back here a little longer than I thought it would take to rinse plates.”
“I must be tired.” I grabbed a hand towel and dried the plates. “They still need soap, but at least you won’t get anything dirty.”
“Thanks.” He looked back out to the front. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. There’s nothing to talk about.” I walked around him and took the plates to the counter. He had already folded the tablecloth.
“Okay, but I’m a pretty good listener.”
“I’m not good at talking. Just ask my sister.”
He smiled. “I’m not, either. I think that’s what makes me a good listener.” He looked around. “Well, I think I’ll get out of your way and let you go home. You need to rest up for your big day.”
I laughed. “That’s a lot of resting. It’s still a few weeks out.” What I needed wasn’t rest. I checked my watch. Al went to bed early, and I needed to catch him before he went to sleep.
He pointed to my watch. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”
“Not exactly. I wanted to catch a friend before he went to sleep.”
“He?”
“I’m allowed to have male friends.”
“I never said you couldn’t.”
“It was implied.”
He raised an eyebrow. “From one word?”
“It was the tone.”
He tilted his head forward. “The tone was surprise that you liked the male species.”
“Occasionally.”
“I’m a lot closer.”
“To what?”
He stepped up to me but didn’t touch me. “For what you need your friend for.”
We stood there staring at each other. He was probably wondering if I was going to take him up on his offer, and I was wondering if he was serious. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t get involved and risk losing the shop, no matter how promising the bulge he constantly put in front of me was.
“You have no idea what I need my friend for.”
He walked me backwards until I hit the counter. “You want him to take care of your needs. Needs you suddenly have ever since that cop car went blaring by. You need him to help you forget life for a while, to make you feel good, and protected.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Deny it.”
I swallowed as he leaned in more, pressing his body to mine and reaching behind me to grab the dishes. I closed my eyes when he walked away. The breath I had been holding was finally released. Al better not have gone to sleep yet.

~*~

I unlocked my door and threw my purse on the chair. I wanted to take a shower before I went to Al’s. He didn’t care if I came over dirty from working in the shop, but I cared. Before I got to the bathroom, there was a knock on my door. I smiled; only one person knocked like that. He could shower with me.
I opened the door and smiled even wider. “Hey, I was just going to jump in the shower and head over, but you can come in with me. My back needs washing.”
He stepped in, but didn’t look happy. “Deb, we need to talk.”
I lowered my head and shut the door. I was dreading this day, the day he demanded more than sex. I turned and looked at the guy I’d spent the last several months with but knew very little about. That was how I wanted to keep it.
He was blond, dumb, and a great fuck. That’s all I needed to know and all I wanted to know. I was going to miss the orgasms he could give me. Fuck. “Al, we’ve talked about this.”
“No, actually.” He looked at the package in his hands. “I met someone.”
I took a step back. I hadn’t expected that. “You did?”
“Yeah, and I want to be exclusive with her.” He handed me the package.
“What’s this?”
“A goodbye gift.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Don’t open it until I leave, but I feel bad about this.”
I put the box on the side table and hugged him. “Do not feel bad at all. I’m very happy for you.”
He hugged me back. “You are?”
“Of course.” I backed up and patted his chest. “You have a big heart in there and have wanted to give it to someone for a long time. I’m glad you’ve found someone to give it to.” I looked at the gift. “You really didn’t have to.”
He smiled. “Yes, I did.” He checked his watch. “She’s coming over any minute, so I should get back to my apartment. Thanks for being cool with this. I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, champ. We’ll still see each other. We’ll just see each other with our clothes on.”
He smiled and nodded as he walked out. I locked the door behind him and turned to the package. I should’ve given it back to him. He didn’t need to give me anything. What I received from our time together was the only thing I’d wanted from him. I opened the package and smiled. I guess he wanted to make sure I still had my orgasms.
I took it out and looked at the deluxe model vibrator he had given me. I wasn’t much into vibrators and didn’t have the need for them with him next door. I shrugged and took it to the bedroom. I didn’t have him anymore, so no need for his money to go to waste.



  



Author Bio

B.L. Mooney started writing when the voices and storylines in her head ran out of room. They were getting too cramped and neither B.L. nor the characters could take it anymore, so she did the only thing she could do—she made room. She always knew she wanted to write, but vowed to make time for it later. Now that she’s made time for writing, most everything else falls to the wayside. That seems to suit the characters that keep popping up in her head just fine.

B.L. lives in the Midwest, and her other talents include in-demand cookies, a very dry sense of humor, and stealth eavesdropping. Some mannerisms, attitudes, or twists come from random sentences picked up while passing by strangers. So speak up the next time you have something to gossip about. You never know, it may just end up on the pages of the next book you read.

She loves to hear from her readers and you can contact her via email at 
AuthorBLMooney@gmail.com



Author Links

LET'S GET KOZY?

Click the banner for the tour stops!


Jackie Weger

A South Alabama native, Jackie Weger has been writing novels off and on for thirty years. She enjoys destination travel--going to new and strange places, meeting the natives, learning their customs, their foods, how they survive good  times and bad. She lived part of one winter with trappers in the Louisiana Swamps, volunteered at a sister of Mercy Mission in Colon, Panama--and had one of the most interesting conversations in her life with an old man and his dog as they sat on a bench waiting for a train in the Village of Versailles. Jackie loves books, coffee, tea, cats, gossip and all things Southern.




One of the things I love best about December is the fragrance of Christmas. Of course, you can buy all sorts of Christmas sprays, but I make my own in several ways.  Our Christmas dessert is fresh lemon icebox pie. All of the the lemon husks go into a big pot of simmering water on the back of my stove.

Add cinnamon, nutmeg, whole cloves, apple peelings and cores and orange slices and peels. If you happen to have on hand an essential oil of mint or lavender, toss in a few drops. Don’t turn on the stove’s vent fan, or you will send that lovely fragrance into your yard. Just keep adding water as the pot simmers down—you can use the mixture for the Twelve Days of Christmas.

If you are like me, you are gonna need that back burner for cooking Christmas dinner. The mixture can freshen your  disposal or go into a compost bin, or just sit in a jar under a counter or the kitchen sink. For instant Christmas Fragrance, I “perk” cinnamon, nutmeg and whole cloves in an old-fashioned percolator just before guests arrive.

Here is something I noticed over the years: When that lovely fragrance was permeating the house, my kids stopped bickering, my teenagers were more open and less sassy and the man in the house was less stressed and actually volunteered to help wash dishes. Cinnamon makes Christmas magic.


The House on Persimmon Road
by Jackie Weger

“This has got to be one of the most enjoyable books I have come across in a long time. Heart warming and some crazy characters-- funny-lovable-hopeful and believable!” ~ avp
Over 200 Five Star Reviews
 99¢
Need Help? Hire a Ghost. She Cooks.  Lottie Roberts has been sitting on her bones since the Civil War, waiting for her ticket to heaven until Justine Hale moves into Lottie’s two-hundred-year-old house with three generations of emotional baggage: Her mother, her ex mother-in-law and two pesky children. Lottie senses in Justine a kindred spirit, one filled with heartache and in reduced circumstances, which mirrors Lottie’s situation exactly. Justine needs help. Lottie is of a mind to provide it, but before she can say squat, Tucker Highsmith arrives. His dark eyes, lazy grin, and sexy Alabama drawl coupled with the dern braggart’s Mr. Fix-it talents just might be the answer to all of Justine’s problems--or,  maybe not… Because Lottie has her own agenda, one she has been waiting, hoping and praying for since she discovered her bones on a hidden staircase.

Paperback: Amazon

The Reluctant Hero
by Jackie Weger

Five Stars
“This was a clean, well written novel and caught me quite by surprise. I found the characters adorable, well developed and sometimes hysterical with their antics. I laughed out loud. It was really a great read. Excitement, survival, a horde of kids and fighting the elements equalled a very engaging, well written book and one I will totally cherish. Well worth the read.” ~ avp

“Beautifully written, I was up until 3:30 a.m.  finishing this story. The interview [with Capt Stillman] at the end was a perfect wrap-up.” ~ avp

Parnell Stillman is an ace pilot and man to the bone. The kind of man who keeps every motorized piece of equipment he owns in pristine condition--but his socks don't match. Flying is his high road until one sleet-filled morning--it isn’t. Mischance forces his plane down in a frozen wilderness. He can survive, but his live cargo is another matter--an annoying social worker and five orphans--the most irksome freight he has ever hauled in his career. Rebecca Hollis is determined to force the disagreeable, lackadaisical pilot to do whatever is necessary to insure the survival and rescue of the orphans… Even if it means making the noble gesture of keeping her mouth shut. But the pilot isn’t having it. Heroics is not his thing. No way. No how. No time. He’d rather dance with a grizzly or wrestle a puma than succumb to a wily do-gooder’s shenanigans. Rebecca Hollis has other ideas to ensure the rescue of the orphans—lots of them, all artful and disingenuous—one of which is bound to work… Or  maybe not.




Kozy up with the rest of the #eNovAaW Kris Kringle Authors



Donna Fasano

USA Today Bestselling Author Donna Fasano has written over 30 romance and women's fiction books that have sold 4 million copies worldwide. Her books have won numerous awards and have been published in nearly 2 dozen languages.





An Almost Perfect Christmas
by Donna Fasano
Paperback: Amazon

Her Fake Romance
by Donna Fasano
Paperback: Amazon



Mimi Barbour

Author, Mimi Barbour, has five romance series at this time. The Vicarage Bench, a Spirit-travel, Time-travel Series / Angels with Attitude Series – Angels Love Romance / The Vegas Series—fast-paced, thrilling and loved by readers / Elvis Series—make an Elvis Song a book, and her latest suspense series with gritty characters, constant conflicts and emotional highs and lows sharing humor on every page, The Undercover FBI series.

“Mimi says - I've taken early retirement on Vancouver Island to spend my days and many nights, hovering over my computer and spinning the stories that have been vying for my attention over the years.

My husband is supportive, drags me out to feed me and plans occasional forays into the outside world. I have a son who makes me happy I was born a woman so I could be his mom, and a niece whose family adds to my full cup of happiness.




Special Agent Finnegan
by Mimi Barbour

Tis The Season
by Mimi Barbour




So what or who is #eNovAaW?

eNovel Authors at Work is a group of indie authors who believe in paying it forward…

We are dedicated to helping one another to understand the challenges facing writers in the digital universe.

Everything we discover will find its way into these pages, to help authors and readers alike to navigate the ever-changing world of books.

Our goal is all about THE BOOK. We help each other to get our books noticed and expand our audiences. Indie Publishing is constantly changing, and we do our best stay informed.

Our members can participate in individual and group promotions.

Whether an author has published one book or ten, success requires diligence, dedication, and focus. We don’t know all the answers, but we are learning who to ask, who to listen to, and how best to use the tools available to sell BOOKS.

While we respect an author’s choice in what he or she writes, we do not promote erotica, gratuitous sex, or violence.

Right here is where you can subscribe to our newsletter (at the top of the sidebar on any page). eNovel Authors will only land in your mailbox when a good book is free 99 cents or a special deal . Now and again we’ll tell you about a new release, a blog hop, or a book we discovered that made us laugh or cry or dream.