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February Giveaway: Kindle Fire HD 1080, $100 Shopping Spree

February 17, 2019 by Mia Fox Leave a Comment

Hello! Fans and friends. Valentine’s Day is past. The candy is gone, the flowers drooping, but we’re sharing with you some goodies for after the lovin’.  Our sponsor, Free Kindle Books & Tips is offering a winner a Kindle Fire 1080 Tablet, valued at $189. Another winner will snag a $100 Amazon gift card.  All of you will be winners when you download this wonderful array of must read books on offer. All free or 99c. We’re starting you off with Jackie Weger’s new Release, All Tomorrow’s Memories.

Click on the Banner to get to the Giveaway or Go HERE to get there. That’s not all. Scroll to the bottom for a Bonus Giveaway.  3 winners. $GC and print editions.

All Tomorrow’s Memories. Her health in unexpected jeopardy, Willa Manning makes a risky leap of faith to give her adopted daughter a set of biological grandparents. She sells all she owns to move cross-country to meet the older couple, yet soon finds herself reckoning with feelings for the acerbic, idiosyncratic lawyer who brought them together. Amazon 99c. Nook. Kobo. Apple iBooks. Google Play.  Sweet Romance, Small  Town Romance.

She Belongs to Me. In this tightly woven tale of love, possession, and secrets, police detective Jordan Monroe finds his wife unconscious, clinging to life. Was the shooting self-inflicted or attempted murder? He must uncover the mystery of his wife’s past before it claims them both. FREE on Amazon. Over 1000 Reviews.

Touched by Lightning. Since his death three years earlier, his life hadn’t been the same. Photographer Adrian Wilde is struck by lightning … but it’s not his life that flashes before his eyes. His soul connects with a beautiful woman in a fiery explosion. And then, three years later, she shows up in the background of one of his photographs…Readers who love Nora Roberts, Kay Hooper, and Lisa Gardner will enjoy this novel of suspense, romance, and a touch of the paranormal. FREE on Amazon.

A Heart Not Easily Broken. Ebony Campbell is a smart, sexy career-oriented woman who wants nothing more than a summer fling with a man who challenges her mind and body. Brian Young, a blond-haired, blue-eyed bass player steps up to the challenge. Soon Ebony’s dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and the trust of those she loves. FREE on Amazon.

Celebrity (A Bookish & Sexy novel). The journey of a young writer who trades her simple existence in Chicago for the glamorous Hollywood life, full of luxury and scandal. And where the general motto seems to be “live fast, die young”. Within twenty-four hours, Kendra Kensington’s life changes. She lands a million dollar contract for her latest novel, now on the road to becoming a movie, catches her boyfriend in bed with another woman, and decides to move across the country from Chicago to the City of Angels. But her new life harbors more demons than she had imagined. FREE on Amazon. 

Second Chance Valentine. Ocean City Boardwalk Series. As teens, Josie and Alex fell head over toes in love, but circumstances ruined their one glorious summer. Josie fled town with a broken heart. Now Josie’s grandmother is ill and needs help with the family diner. So Josie returns only to discover she has a 180 pound problem—Alex is the Kitchen Commander at Joe’s Place. 99c on Amazon.

Clearing the Ice Box Set.The Clearing the Ice Box Set includes three complete hockey romance novels. Follow the journey of pro hockey star Andrew Chadwick and coed Caryn Stevens after their very different worlds collide one beautiful summer day. From first love to marriage to heartbreaking obstacles, can this couple believe that Love Conquers All? 99c on Amazon.

Stolen Innocence. What would you do if the woman you love, the woman that trusts no one with her secrets, just told you hers? A secret full of demons. Now, what would you do if you came face to face with that demon himself? What would you do? Would you let her walk away to save yourself or would you die for her? Check Price on Amazon.

Same Time Next Year. Life is full of regrets. Fifty years ago, Twyla and Michael were torn apart, each blaming the other for the break-up. Now, 50 years later, once more where they met and fell in love, they hope to discover what really happened. Will the truth draw them together or force them farther apart? Love is forever, or is it? 99c on Amazon.

The Ebb (The Lady of the Pier trilogy, book 1). Sofia is reluctant to talk to boys. Gossip in her Greek village in Corfu is relentless. But Danny, a British tourist, is too charming and funny to resist. Just as she falls in love, strange dreams about a woman dressed in black begin to haunt her…  99c on Amazon.

Sweet Retaliation. Cassi draws every protective instinct Detective McGuire thought had disintegrated over years on the job. He becomes invested in her hot body, her plans for retaliation & her fighting spirit. Helpless, he watches her enter the underworld that’ll eat her alive. Then he sees her fight. And wonders if they’ll survive her. 99c on Amazon.

Believe. A romantic ghost story and love triangle tied to one woman’s need to…Believe. Love between Nate and Ella was everlasting and even survived his tragic passing. But when a new man enters Ella’s life, she must decide whether to release Nate’s ghost and take a second chance at love. 99c on Amazon.

Almost Perfect: Three Volume Collection. Three men, seductive as sin and living single meet three strong women passionate about life, love, and family who will change their lives forever. 99c on Amazon.

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Malibu Top Five

August 10, 2015 by Mia Fox Leave a Comment

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My book, “Malibu Angel,” is set in Malibu, California, one of the most beautiful beaches and home to surfers, celebrities, and regular folk. If you’re able to make a visit, here are my Malibu Top Five favorite things to do — some taken from the pages of my book.

El Matador Beach

This is the most beautiful beach…ever! Rock caves, surfing, a wooden staircase that leads down to the shore. It’s perfection.

Malibu Pier

Relaxing, walking, shopping, eating. Malibu Pier has it all.

Solstice Canyon

If you’re a hiker, this is a gorgeous venue. It’s famous for its waterfall, the only year-round one found in the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation area. The full hike is six miles, but there are shorter versions.

Pepperdine University

The university sits atop a hill with views of the Pacific Ocean yet somehow students manage to get their work done free of distractions.

Malibu Country Mart

This open air shopping center features amazing boutiques and restaurants for definitive foodies. There’s even a child’s playground in the center.

If you’ve taken part in any of these activities, tell me about your experience.

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What Rough Beast by H.R. Knight Preview

November 18, 2014 by Mia Fox Leave a Comment

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – What Rough Beast
AUTHOR – H. R. Knight
GENRE – Paranormal Mystery
PUBLICATION DATE – 9/8/14
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 320pp/109,000 words
PUBLISHER – H. R. Knight
COVER ARTIST – Rebecca Poole

 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Harry Houdini asks Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to help him expose Maximillian Cairo—a spiritualist medium. But the two men underestimate Cairo. He’s a master of the occult and the most debauched man in London. Conan Doyle and Houdini get more than they bargained for when they interrupt a magic ritual and accidentally set loose a force for ecstasy and chaos on an unsuspecting Edwardian London.

Soon one of their friends is falsely accused of a grisly murder. Conan Doyle and Houdini are sure the real killer was at the ritual with them. They’re faced with a locked-room homicide that baffles even Houdini.

One by one, people in the little group who attended the ceremony feel an insidious influence creep over them. Each succumbs to a burst of creativity, shortly followed by an act of uncontrollable madness.

The proper Victorian gentleman and the ebullient New Yorker must team up to solve the murder and stop the thing they set loose before it completely unravels their ordered world.

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EXCERPT

Chapter 28 – Encounter in the Fog

As we strolled along the tiny cobblestone lane, there was not a cab in sight. Not that we could see far in the darkness. The damp fog off the Thames had worked its way north to this neighbourhood. A thick patch of it rolled in quickly. In a few minutes, we could barely see across the street.

A little chill ran down my spine. I had a distinct feeling of being watched. I turned to look behind me. The gaslights had become faint glows that hid more than they illuminated. Movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. There, had something behind us just flitted into the shadow of a doorway? Or was it merely a swirl of mist? I felt alone and quite vulnerable. I was grateful for the sturdy companion at my side. Houdini spoke in a low voice.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said. “I’m getting the creeps.”

We picked up our pace and made south for Euston Road. The fog thickened and thinned around us in pale, cottony patches. We encountered no other soul. At its densest, the fog could have concealed armies. Indeed, it played strange tricks on one’s ears. I thought I heard footsteps shuffling along behind us. Perhaps it was the lateness of the hour or the disturbing events we were investigating, but the sound made me uneasy. We continued on even more quickly. Then, suddenly, we were in the clear. We could see the entire block of flats behind us. I paused, and restrained my companion with a hand on his arm. Here was our chance to get a good look at our pursuer. I could not be sure, but I thought I heard a foot scrape the stones of the road before silence surrounded us. I looked to Houdini.

“I heard it too,” he said softy. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Back there.”

Why his confirmation filled me with dread, I cannot say. The person behind us was almost certainly a weary pilgrim such as we, eager for his own sitting room and a warm fire.

I saw that Houdini had drawn the sharpened screwdriver out of his pocket and held it like a dagger. We turned to face whoever was following us.

Halfway down the street a single gaslight glowed feebly. At the end of the lane a figure approached. It jogged along the walls of the buildings. I got an impression of a manlike shape with an impossibly lean body and grotesquely long limbs. It loped along in an odd, loose-jointed way. I could have sworn I heard soft, animal-like moans. It was as if some savage beast were hot on our trail. I felt Houdini clutch my shoulder.

“What is it?” he hissed in my ear.

I could only shake my head. It was like no creature I had seen in all my travels. The thing’s unnatural form filled me with loathing. Its huge shadow, magnified by the streetlamp, flitted along the bricks of the buildings.

I stood, my eyes riveted on the gaslight down the street. What would I see when the thing stepped full into the glow? As if in answer to my thought, it paused and sniffed the air. The misshapen head swiveled until it pointed precisely in our direction. Its eyes glittered with a malign emerald glow.

The beast took a step forward. Then an absolutely unexpected thing happened. Just before it stepped full into the light, the creature swarmed straight up the sheer wall. I gasped at the speed with which it scaled the bricks. It climbed until it was lost in the shadows. For a moment, all was silent. Then I heard a sound that chilled me to my soul—the faint sound of claws scrabbling across the roof tiles high above us. And the sound was approaching rapidly.

“Come on,” Houdini hissed, grabbing my sleeve.

We took off down the street at a run. My shoes slipped on the flagstones. I wheeled my arms to catch my balance. On and on we raced. The blood beat in my temples. We careened into abrupt turns and doubled back on ourselves. Soon we were back in another patch of fog. My breath sounded harsh in my ears. At last I felt Houdini’s grasp on my arm as he pulled me to a stop.

I sagged against the cold bricks and gasped for air. Silence surrounded us. My heart pounded in my chest. Had we given our pursuer the slip? The alley next to us was dark. We huddled in its shadows and peeped around the corner. We could barely make out the walls of the tenements that loomed over us. The stones beneath our feet were rough and uneven. The cold air seared the back of my throat as I caught my breath. I scarcely dared look back for fear of seeing something.

Houdini whispered. “I think we lost—”

The unmistakable sound of scrabbling above us cut him off.

“Run!”

The cry echoed off the walls. We plunged into the blackness of the street before us. I was racing at full speed before I realised that it was I who had shrieked the command. Our feet pounded the pavement as we dashed through the darkness. We both flung our arms up to protect from an overhead attack. The thing that pursued us—was it what had murdered Mackleston’s brother?

The street turned out to be a long, curving one with no side alleys. But at the end I thought I discerned a glow of light.

“At… end,” Houdini gasped beside me. “Stop … set ambush.”

I thought of what the creature above us had done to Reggie and shivered. How could we defend against an attack that could come from any direction? But each breath I drew felt like a stab in my side. I couldn’t run much longer.
Not three yards from the end of the street a huge figure loomed out of the lowering fog in front of us. We skidded to a stop and barely avoided colliding with it.

“Here now, what’s the rush, lads?” a loud voice boomed. Two hands the size of hams clutched at our lapels and hauled us into the street. “Let’s get a better look at you,” the voice declared.

We found ourselves under an electric light on Euston Road. The figure looming over us revealed itself as a frowning giant of a policeman. The fog had lowered again. Little droplets had condensed on the brass buttons of his uniform. They glittered like gems under the lamplight. Though I continued to gasp for air, my relief was palpable. As he saw how we were dressed, a look of surprise registered on his face and he loosed his hold on us.

“I beg your pardon, gentlemen,” he said. Then he noticed the sharpened screwdriver, still clutched in Houdini’s hand. “Now what—”

“Constable,” I panted, “someone or something is after us.” I pointed into the blackness behind us.

Houdini nodded vigorously as he leaned over to suck in air. “Tried to lose him … chased us a good two miles.”
“Oh, he has, has he?” The officer drew his truncheon out of his belt and turned to face the yawning darkness. “We’ll see about that.”

I could not let him face the demon alone. “Whoever he is. .. he’s gone mad,” I warned between breaths. “You must … get reinforcements.”

The policeman turned back to us and smiled. “One man only?”

“At least wait… until we catch … our breaths,” I urged. “We’ll accompany you.”

The policeman seemed not to have heard me. His face lit up in anticipation. William the Conqueror’s face might have looked the same as he led the charge at Hastings.

“I hope he tries to resist arrest. I truly do.”

So saying, he picked up a little black lantern from the ground beside him. He lifted it to head height and plunged into the unlit street.

“Like Custer at Little Bighorn,” Houdini muttered to himself. Neither of us had fully recovered, but we straightened up and staggered after the man.

“Wait up!” Houdini called. We chased the watery glow of light from his lantern as it floated through the foggy darkness. Before we had gone six steps, the light appeared to dance wildly. We heard a shout, a feral screech, and finally a shrill scream, like a soul in torment. The shriek rose and fell. Abruptly, it cut off. The lantern fell to the street with a clatter. It glowed brightly for a moment and then winked out. A terrible silence followed.

AUTHOR BIO

H. R. Knight is the pen name of Harry Squires, a critically acclaimed author who writes mysteries—some paranormal, some not—as well as thrillers, and the occasional magazine article. Harry has worked as an insurance underwriter, a software marketer, and a corporate trainer. He attended Journalism School at the University of Missouri and film school at UCLA.

He has studied Okinawan karate and Chinese boxing. Current hobbies include dog training, classical guitar, cooking, and collecting obscure, cheesy horror films from the 1930s & ‘40s.

Having traveled all over the world, he’s developed a preference for countries that produce good wines.

He shares a home and a life with his wife Susan, who publishes unconventional paranormal romances. They own, train, and show Belgian Sheepdogs. Occasionally the dogs are kind enough to give Harry and Susan hope that they may someday be in charge of the pack.

They all live at the beach in Southern California.

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BONUS!! AUTHOR INTERVIEW WITH H.R. KNIGHT

Where does your inspiration for stories come from?

Usually that’s a tough question to answer. And scary. The process seems magical and timid; writers are afraid to question it in case they scare it away.But in this case I know exactly where my book, What Rough Beast, came from:
One summer not long ago, guilt drove me to read the philosopher Frederick Nietzsche. Years ago my good friend Steve had given me a book of his writings. But Steve was a philosophy major in school, so his idea of a fun read was probably a little different from mine.

But hey, I thought, you’re a reasonably intelligent fellow. It’s time you knuckled down and got through this thing. You read some philosophy in school. How bad could it be? So I opened the book and started the essay, The Birth of Tragedy. It was obvious from the start that Fredrick and I were not destined to be buddies. Here’s a quote from the book:

“This primordial basis of tragedy radiates that vision of drama out in several discharges following one after the other, a vision which is entirely a dream image, and, in this respect, epic in nature, but on the other hand as an objectification of a Dionysian state, it presents not the Apllonian consolation in illusion, but by contrast the smashing of individuality and becoming one with the primordial being.”

Fun times. But I made my way through it. Neitzsche talked about all art as being a conflict between the powers of two Greek gods–Dionysus and Apollo. Dionysus represented ecstasy and chaos; Apollo stood for the forces of reason and order. It was a conflict between the party animal and the worker bee. Or you could look at it as emotion vs. rational thought.

Or you could slam the book shut in frustration at the denseness of the prose. But I persevered. I owed Steve that much. Still, I was mentally fatigued after a session with Neitzsche. So to reward myself I would relax by reading a story or two from The Compete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

And those were my days (when I had one free) — Neitzsche in the mornings, Conan Doyle in the afternoon.
And I began to get an idea for a book. The story would be about repressed Victorian men being slammed up against the Dionysian forces of ecstasy and madness. I would make them acknowledge that those emotions and desires existed hidden within their ordered, rational lives.

Here’s the story I came up with:
Harry Houdini asks Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to help him expose Maximillian Cairo–a spiritualist medium and the most debauched man in London. But the two men get more than they bargained for when they interrupt a magic ritual and accidentally set loose a force for ecstasy and chaos on an unsuspecting Edwardian London.

One by one, people in the little group who attended the ritual feel an insidious influence creep over them. Each succumbs to a burst of creativity, shortly followed by an act of uncontrollable madness. The proper Victorian gentleman and the exuberant New Yorker must team up to stop the thing they set loose before it completely unravels their ordered world. And that’s how I started writing the book that became “What Rough Beast.”

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Carry On Vulture

October 9, 2013 by Mia Fox Leave a Comment

This morning another squirrel lost its life in a senseless game of traffic chicken. We’ve all seen it. The rogue squirrel who believes he’s faster than the oncoming cars. He waits until the very last moment, daring the driver not to break, as he runs as fast as his frenzied paws will take him to the other side of the road where he no doubt boasts to his squirrel lover about his racing prowess.

But not this morning. On this morning, the sight of a mangled squirrel was worse than usual. He wasn’t just road kill; he was carrion…a mid-morning snack for a turkey vulture.

Depending on where you live, you may not be familiar with turkey vultures. I wasn’t until I saw the most vile looking bird feasting on that poor squirrel. I had to take a moment from my writing to look it up and what I discovered amazed me. There is actually a Turkey Vulture Society. The very word ‘society’ suddenly made me look at this ugly, furry friend eating, breed of buzzard in a new light.

The site claims to “promote scientific studies of the life habits and needs of the turkey vulture.” I realized at that moment that there really is a society, club, hobby or organization for everyone, which gives this romantic writer cause to salute the turkey vulture. Facebooktwitterredditpinteresttumblrmail

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Summer Book Blast

May 22, 2013 by Mia Fox Leave a Comment

The Summer Book Blast runs from May 24-27 and is THE hottest and largest ebook sale to date for today’s best selling young adult, new adult and romantic fiction.We’re giving away over $1,000 in prizes!ad

In addition to all books being priced at .99 for the four-day sale, there will be:

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To participate in giveaways, visit the Summer Book Blast Facebook event page!

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The Blast features books from over sixty authors, all of whom came together to lower their prices and offer their readers incredible deals to stock up for the hot, lazy summer months.

 

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