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Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Science Fiction Feature: The Matrix Opal by Stella Atrium #scifi #sciencefiction #giveaway #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours @SAtriumWrites

 

A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel


Book 1 of the Duchy Wars


Science Fiction

Date Published: 03-25-2025



A rewarding travelogue through a richly drawn world and its cultures, this arresting series-starter finds Atrium, a master of anthropological science fiction, inviting in new readers with an enticing hook. Bybiis has the talent of a beastmaster, enabling her to command a host of creatures. For this, she is tortured and inked with magic-suppressing tattoos. Bybiis and Ariseng, from the Siibabean forest, are warned by a mystic shopkeeper, Ariseng’s aunt, that the two are “stronger together than either is alone.”

 

About the Author

Stella Atrium is a cynical septuagenarian who has spent a lifetime exploring female characters for real world reactions to obstacles. Often pushed into submissive and non-verbal roles, women really live in a world of networking among aunties, cousins, wives of husbands, convenient friends and neighbors. This rich world is largely unexplored.

“I grew up with all brothers, so I knew about women from stories and from school. What I found at school wasn’t anything like in the stories, so I set out to learn why.”


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Nonfiction Feature: To Wash or Not to Wash by Andreas Baku #health #nonfiction #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours


Clean, Dirty, or Just Confused?

The Hygiene & Beauty Dilemma You Didn’t Know You Had


Health & Beauty, Non-Fiction

Date Published: May 24, 2025



Are we too clean, not clean enough… or just making it all up as we go?

You brush, rinse, scrub, shave, exfoliate, moisturize, pluck, dab, blot, and maybe—just maybe—wonder if it’s all a bit much. Spoiler: It might be.

In "To Wash or Not to Wash" - Clean, Dirty, or Just Confused? The Hygiene & Beauty Dilemma You Didn’t Know You Had, author Andreas Baku takes a hilariously honest, sometimes uncomfortable, and oddly enlightening journey through modern hygiene and beauty habits. With entertaining humor and sharp insight, he unpacks everything from deodorant dilemmas to skin-care scams—and asks the ultimate question: Are we doing all this for health, hygiene, and our beauty… or just for show?


What to Expect Inside:

- The truth about how often you should shower (and what you’re doing to your poor skin)

- The razor reality: shaving myths, routines, and eco-friendly alternatives

- A breakdown of what we’re spending (and overspending) in the name of “freshness”

- Deep dives into deodorant, face wash, anal hygiene (yes, we go there), and beauty marketing madness

- Quizzes, checklists, cultural insights, and a whole lot of myth-busting

 

Smart, funny, and unfiltered, this book will make you laugh, cringe, question your habits, and maybe rethink that 12-step “clean girl” routine.

Whether you’re hygiene-obsessed, beautifully indifferent, or somewhere in between—this book is your permission to clean up smarter, not harder.

 

About the Author

Andreas Baku is a humor-driven, credit-card-surviving author who turns everyday chaos into clever commentary. Best known for his entertaining yet insightful takes on health, hygiene, and life’s messier corners, Andreas believes personal care should come with fewer rules and a lot more laughter.

His latest book, To Wash or Not to Wash, was born from years of following his daughter—and his wife—through beauty aisles like a lost puppy. Watching them shop in a trance, testing serums like they were on a reality game show, and casually racking up receipts longer than a CVS coupon list, Andreas had a realization: it was time to write a book. Not just for the overwashed or underwashed, but for the utterly confused.

Before this, Andreas tackled fast food culture with Fast Food Made Healthy and Comida Rápida Hecha Saludable, empowering readers to enjoy their guilty pleasures without the guilt. His writing blends smart research, practical advice, and just the right amount of sarcasm—whether he's debunking skincare myths or helping you survive a drive-thru with your dignity intact.

Now in his early 50s, Andreas has embraced his second act as an author, using his voice to demystify modern wellness, clean living, and the illusion of perfection we’ve all been sold.

Follow his misadventures and musings on Facebook at andreas.baku.9, and YouTube @andreasbaku891.

 

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Sci-Fi Feature: The Devil in Fine Print by Jhani Mills #scifi #thriller #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

 

The Cipher Conspiracy, Book One


Sci-Fi Thriller

Date Published: May 5, 2025



In the shadows of the world’s most powerful scientific institute, twin prodigies Elias and Drake Maddox uncover a truth buried beneath centuries of lies.

While Elias’s bestselling novel The Gravity Cipher catapults him into the global spotlight, Drake’s breakthrough in plasma energy mirrors impossible patterns found in a mysterious ancient Codex—one the world was never meant to see.

As secret factions rise and their mother’s hidden allegiances surface, the brothers find themselves on opposite sides of a devastating revelation and are pulled into a deadly game between truth and ambition. . Elias seeks to expose the truth. Drake hungers to control it.

Only one will decide the future. The other may destroy it.

Bold, brilliantly cinematic, and utterly original, The Devil in Fine Print is a genre-bending sci-fi thriller about legacy, betrayal, and the fine line between truth and power. With humanity’s future tethered to a source of power lost to time, one twin will fight to expose the conspiracy… while the other may be its destruction.

The Devil in Fine Print is the series debut that dares to question everything—and reveals the cost of rewriting history.


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Jhani Mills writes emotionally charged stories where resilience, betrayal, love, and survival collide with lyrical force. She is the two-time award-winning author of Astral Seeds: Eclipse of the Celestial War, the first installment of her epic Astral Seeds trilogy. Her body of work also includes Whispers Where The Wildflowers Bloom and the explosive The Devil in Fine Print, the beginning of a bold new series blending conspiracies, science, and survival against impossible odds.

Known for crafting unforgettable characters and worlds where hope is a rebel force, Jhani’s stories are a testament to the beauty that blooms from broken ground. When she's not writing, she can be found chasing sunsets, savoring strong coffee, and believing fiercely that some of the most beautiful things in life bloom from broken ground and the quietest revolutions often leave the deepest scars — and the brightest legacies.

 

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Nonfiction Feature: Crossing Fifty-One by Debbie Russell #death #parenting #selfhelp #nonfiction #giveaway #rabtbooktours @DebbiesStories @RABTBookTours



Death & Grief, Parenting, Self-Help

Date Published: 06-20-2023

Publisher: Koehler Books


 

A week before Christmas 1951, Dr. Ralph Russell risked everything to voluntarily enter a locked federal drug-treatment facility known as a "narcotic farm."

Sixty-five years later, Dr. Russell's granddaughter Debbie suffers a debilitating crisis of identity when her father (Dr. Russell's oldest son), always her biggest fan, is accepted into hospice.

Debbie's investigation into her paternal lineage reveals family secrets and ignites her mother's volatile outbursts, propelling her into therapy.

When therapy fails her, the grandfather Debbie never knew saves her, and she collaborates with her dying father one last time to make her biggest dream come true.

 

Crossing Fifty-One pulls back the curtain on the internal struggles of midlife and provides a blueprint for redefining one's self beyond the constraints of addiction and dysfunctional family dynamics.





Review

This book was so much more than I was expecting.

Different timelines, different perspectives, although not in the typical way. Secrets and so much more that will really captivate the reader.

This is the kind of book that people will return to and find new things each time. It is a gift to those who suffer loss or have dealt with family drama and not the cookie-cutter upbringing.

Written with great love, it reassures the living that they can maintain a relationship with those who have died through loving them, talking about them, feeling their presence in their lives.



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Debbie Russell is a lawyer-turned writer. She spent twenty-five years as an Assistant County Attorney in Minneapolis, prosecuting numerous high-profile cases—specializing in those involving domestic and child abuse. At age fifty-five, Debbie took early retirement, giving up a full pension for the freedom of time. She now spends that precious time writing, restoring her property to native prairie and wetlands, and training her rambunctious retrievers.

Debbie’s first published article appeared in the Minneapolis Star Tribune in 2001. After that small triumph, her writing focused primarily on legal briefs and memoranda, which were consigned to district court files. Debbie resumed creative writing in 2014 when she began her storytelling blog by sharing personal stories and professional experiences that touched her life in a significant way. Her top-ranked December 2021 article for Elephant Journal, an online journal that celebrates the mindful life is entitled “Getting the Most out of Therapy: Easier Said than Done,” and is partially based on events in her book.

Debbie's award-winning book, Crossing Fifty-One: Not Quite a Memoir, was released in June of 2023. In 2024, she became a regular contributor to the Minnesota Star Tribune, writing about criminal justice and adjacent issues.


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Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Memoir Feature: Shattered Compass by Lenore Greiner #memoir #nonfiction #giveaway #releaseday #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours @lenoregreiner


A Memoir of Loss, Escape, and Renewal

 

Memoir

Date Published: June 11, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing


 

How does a young woman cope when she cannot speak the truth?

When nineteen-year-old Lenore experiences sexual assault while studying abroad in Italy, her entire world shifts. Survival becomes the focus of her daily life, physical illness grabs control of her body, and no one can free her from her pain. A ghost of herself, she takes the path of denial, believing it’s the only way to protect her loved ones and herself from her harsh reality.

On her journey toward peace, she assumes the expected roles of mother and wife, but a traumatic diagnosis puts her at a crossroads. She must start living the life she wants or roam her days as a victim in the chaos of fear. Lenore’s escape through travel allows her to reconcile the imprisonment she’s suffered over the years.

However, when another family tragedy strikes, Lenore understands she must finally come to terms with the silence she’s kept. But what if one incident that happened decades ago is too destructive, too deep to be excavated? Will she be able to find herself in the rubble? Or will she be lost forever?

 

 

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Award-winning travel writer Lenore Greiner grew up in Marin County where, at thirteen, she began her writing journey as a lifelong journal keeper.

At nineteen, her passion for adventure led her to Italy’s heart to study at the University for Foreigners in Perugia and immerse herself in the language and culture. There, the seeds of her memoir were sown.

Lenore has garnered eight prestigious Solas Awards for Best Travel Writing and was honored in Best American Travel Writing 2013, edited by Elizabeth Gilbert. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times, Fodor’s travel guides, and three volumes of Shaking the Tree, an annual anthology curated by the International Memoir Writers Association.     

A graduate of UC Davis, Lenore married her college sweetheart, and they now call Southern California home. They share two kids, two kayaks, and too many rambunctious grandkids.

 

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Erotica Feature: Chain of Kisses by Angela Knight #preorder #comingsoon #excerpt #bdsm #erotica #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours @ChangelingPress @AngelaKnight

 

BDSM Romance, Capture Fantasy

Date Published: June 13, 2025

 


Runaway Bride meets Unstoppable Force -- recipe for disaster? Or love rekindled?

 

For years, Prince Admiral Arles of Tor has been obsessed with Gisel Vanda, who jilted him at the altar. When he discovers the lovely runaway is now a mercenary space captain, he captures her, determined to get Gisel out of his system. He soon discovers she's even more intelligent and beautiful than he remembered, but she is also a political liability he can't afford.

Gisel bitterly regrets jilting Arles, and her love for him still burns bright. Even as he tests her with acts of erotic dominance, she sees the opportunity to redeem herself. But with a murderous enemy closing in, can love survive the demands of royalty?




EXCERPT


I gave the manacle on my right arm a restless tug, and it responded with a musical rattle. I couldn't see a damn thing. A blindfold bit into my temples, wrapping me in sensual, intimate darkness.

The lack of vision only made me more aware of him -- his scent, that faint tang of spice and masculinity, the heat of his big body standing just to the left of the bunk he'd chained me to, the slight rasp of his breathing. I have always been acutely aware of Prince Arles of Tor, once my intended, now my captor.

The bed dipped under his weight as he sat down beside me. I quivered like an animal, imagining his nudity. The way he'd looked that night ten years before was branded on my memory. Arles's broad back had flexed as he'd used the light whip, the perfect, tanned hemispheres of his bare ass working in concert with the leap of thigh muscles and the snap of brawny arms.

The girl had squirmed and sighed every time he hit her. Even as young as I'd been a decade ago, I'd known she loved it. The smell of sex hung in the air like some kind of musky, exotic spice.

"That's what he'll do to you," my sister had whispered as we watched from the secret chamber. "And he'll make you want it. Mother will be appalled."

Our mother might have known Arles dominated other women, but it would never occur to her that one of her daughters would feel the need to submit.

We, after all, had been born to rule.

"Never," I'd snarled, with all the melodrama of the seventeen-year-old I'd been. I couldn't drag my eyes away from the prince's feral strength. "I will not shame my blood." I could feel myself going wet.

"You will. He'll weave his alien magic, and you'll bow that proud little head."

I feared Isa was right. Even if I hadn't been in love with him, Arles was too much for me. I'd end up sacrificing everything I was to his dominance and raw male power. My mother would turn from me in disgust and revulsion. I couldn't bear the thought of her disappointment.

But I also knew my mother would force me to abide by the demands of the treaty. Saying no at the altar was not an option.

Two hours later, I slipped from the palace, abandoning my world, my family, and my life. The Capital Spaceport was only a few blocks away, and I meant to seek passage off world. I was too well known to take a flitter taxi -- any capital cabbie knew my curfew and would refuse to pick me up, for fear of the Royal Guard's wrath -- so I decided to walk.

A block from my goal, I was attacked by a pack of throat slitters who dragged me into an alley. I survived only because a passing mercenary heard my screams and charged to the rescue. He killed every one of the slitters and flew me to his ship for treatment of some ugly injuries.

Captain Galon Teve had a merc's hard eyes, but his heart was soft. When I told him my story, the big, gray-haired cyborg took pity on me and hired me on as crew.

My new mentor taught me how to fight, how to kill, and how to pleasure. Yet no matter how I tried, I could never love Galon as he came to love me. My heart was already captive to a boy with a Paladin's eyes -- and a man with a devil's smile.

Under Galon's tutelage, I discovered a talent for tactics and strategy. Eventually I became his second-in-command. When Galon fell in battle against the Fafnar, I succeeded him as captain of the Valkyrie Quest.

Through it all, Arles haunted my shamed fantasies. I'd lie in my lonely bunk with one hand stroking between my thighs, remembering the shadows rolling across his big body in time to the snap of his whip.

Now it was no dream.

Arles touched my nipple, brushing calloused fingertips over the hard nubbin. Just once, but I still caught my breath at the liquid heat that rushed through me.

"Sensitive little breasts." His voice rumbled in the intimate darkness of my blindfold. "I wonder how you'll taste. Shall I find out?"

Saliva flooded my mouth, and I swallowed. I didn't answer.

"I asked you a question." His fingers closed over my flesh in a pinch carefully calibrated to give more pleasure than pain. Yet the potential sting floated just beneath the delight like a dark promise. "I want an answer. Shall I taste you?"

"You'll do as you please. You always do."

"True." He twisted, released, flicked the nipple back and forth, sending warm delight lapping along my nerves. "But a show of submission on your part might appease me."

"I rather doubt it."

"But can you afford to take the chance?" Another hot pinch, this one with a hint of sting. Perversely, I felt heat flood my belly. "My reputation is not exaggerated."

"I never thought it was."

"Perhaps a silk flogger." He brushed his hand over the sensitive flesh of my left breast, gave me a caressing squeeze. "Right across these pretty tits. I would enjoy watching you dance."

"I've heard that of you." I tried for a tone of mild contempt, but my voice sounded too high, too breathless. I silently cursed myself. I could usually act more skillfully for my enemies.

Unfortunately, I'd never seen Arles as a foe. Even now, bound and naked, I remembered the thoughtful boy who'd first taught me strategy over endless games of Conquest. The prince was even more skilled now, a conqueror of two worlds who'd driven the Fafnar from Torrean space with his ruthless, brilliant tactics. When Arles tracked me down three days ago, I'd known I was in trouble.

I wasn't really surprised, though. I'd known the prince would demand a reckoning one day; my actions had done too much damage to his reputation. Anybody who watched the news vids knew that.

I'd also known winning a fight with him wasn't likely. Arles commanded a huge, Starbreaker-class warship that was the pride of the Torrean fleet. Bristling with blaze cannons and thermal torpedoes, the Mjˆlnir outgunned the Valkyrie three to one. Naming that ship after Thor's Hammer had been entirely too apt.

But though the Valkyrie was small, she was fast and nimble. She proved it as the Mjˆlnir chased us for three days through the thickest asteroid field I could find. Arles caught us just as we prepared to escape into superlight space. A salvo of thermal torpedoes blew Valkyrie's quantum engines, leaving us dead in space.

The prince demanded my surrender as the price of my crew's lives. I didn't want my people to pay for my sins, so I'd agreed. Leaving the Valkyrie in the hands of my executive officer, I flew to meet Arles in my personal launch.

When I stepped off the small craft's ramp onto the Mjˆlnir's squadron deck, I found him holding a collar and a set of magnetic slave bands equipped with chains. The golden restraints were engraved with erotic images and studded with emeralds for maximum barbaric glitter. He'd chained and collared me as his grinning crew watched. I could only grind my teeth in rage, trying to ignore the heat in my cunt.

Now Arles traced one finger down my torso, dipped suggestively into my navel, and paused at the neatly trimmed edge of my bush. I managed not to squirm. "I have a suspicion you're wet," he said, his voice dark and low. "Are you? Do I arouse you, Gisel?" He laughed. "Odin knows you've made me hard and hot."

His fingers dipped between my spread thighs. Both of us groaned at the slick, tight flesh he found.

"Ripe," Arles murmured. "Ripe as a peachango. Ready for my cock. Is that what you want, Gisel?"

 

 

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New York Times best-selling author Angela Knight has written and published more than sixty novels, novellas, and ebooks, including the Mageverse and Merlin’s Legacy series. With a career spanning more than two decades, Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine has awarded her their Career Achievement award in Paranormal Romance, as well as two Reviewers’ Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance and Best Werewolf Romance.

Angela is currently a writer, editor, and cover artist for Changeling Press LLC. She also teaches online writing courses. Besides her fiction work, Angela’s writing career includes a decade as an award-winning South Carolina newspaper reporter. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a thirty-year police veteran and detective with a local police department.


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Thriller Feature: Wednesday, After by Dr. Richard Sherry #political #thriller #giveaway #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours

 



Baker Mischief Book 4

 

Political Thriller

Date Published: 06-10-2025


 

What would happen if a man of integrity, calm judgment, and firm conservative principles were elected our President? Would he do better than what we have? Or might he discover that behind America’s expressed principles something still lingers from the Fall? That behind our longing for justice, for community, for fairness, for freedom, for beauty, proportion, for the things that nurture all that is good, Something is still out there?

Let’s see.

 

About the Author

Dr. Richard Sherry is the author of the Baker Mischief series, including A Month of Sundays (2022) ; Mondays, Mondays (2023) ; and First Tuesday 2024. The political thriller series introduces retired political science professor Dr. Ed Baker, determined to open up American politics to daylight. He is almost always up against both the law and forces attempting to conceal their influence on American life. In A Month of Sundays, Baker uncovers who owns senators up for election in 2020 and releases their emails to the voters in their states. In Mondays, Mondays, he reveals a "voting bloc" in the Supreme Court and who is influencing them. In First Tuesday, Baker and his former students look at the influential forces behind the 2024 presidential election, with surprising results.

Richard released a memoir in 2020, The Long Run: Meditations on Marriage, Dementia, Caregiving, and Loss (2020), about his first wife's illness and death.

Richard is a retired college professor and administrator. He resides in Minnesota and winters in Arizona with his wife Marjorie Mathison Hance, author of the North lakes Murder Mystery Series.

 

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Historical Fiction Feature: Too Much the Lion by Preston Lewis #bookreview #giveaway #historical #fiction #civilwar #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours



US Historical Fiction/Civil War

Date Published: 05-13-2025

Publisher: Bariso Press


 

The soldiers did the fighting; the generals, the Infighting

In the waning months of the American Civil War, a delusional Confederate commander makes a desperate attempt to change the course of the South’s dwindling hopes by invading middle Tennessee. The tragic result of Lt. Gen. John Bell Hood’s misplaced hubris devastates his Army of Tennessee and alters the lives of the citizens of Franklin, Tennessee.

In a historical novel reminiscent of The Killer Angels, Too Much the Lion follows a handful of Confederate generals, infantrymen and local residents through the five days leading up to the horrific Battle of Franklin on November 30, 1864. The lives of soldiers ranging from Major General Patrick Cleburne to Brigadier General Hiram Granbury and from Sergeant Major Sumner Cunningham to Corporal Sam Watkins will be forever changed by Hood’s decisions and mistakes.

Franklin civilians like apprehensive and loving mother Mary Alice McPhail and teen Hardin Figuers, desperate to serve the Confederacy but too young to enlist, are ensnared in the events that will bring death and devastation to their very doorsteps. Devout Confederate Chaplain Charles T. Quintard must reconcile his religious beliefs with his support of slavery. Slaves like the elder Wiley Howard and the inquisitive young Henry B. Free are trapped on the fault line between what has been and what could be.

Too Much the Lion offers an unvarnished account of the dying days of the Confederacy in a powerful and moving narrative of honor and betrayal, bravery and cowardice, death and survival. Told with poignancy and honesty by an accomplished novelist, Too Much the Lion achieves for the Battle of Franklin what The Killer Angels did for the Battle of Gettysburg, providing a classic fictional account of one of the Civil War’s pivotal encounters.


 



Review

Great book. Preston Lewis is an exquisite storyteller.

The blend of fiction and history was well executed. The author made this an entertaining and action packed work while also staying true to the history, time, and events.

Well written story based on real events and people. This is great for history buffs who like the attention to detail and history but want to enjoy a work of fiction.


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Preston Lewis is the award-winning author of more than 50 western, historical, juvenile, and nonfiction works.  In 2021 he was inducted into the Texas Institute of Letters for his literary achievements.

Western Writers of America (WWA) has honored Lewis with two Spur Awards, one for best article and the second for best western novel.  He has received ten Will Rogers Medallion Awards (six gold, two silver and two bronze) for written western humor, short stories, short nonfiction, and traditional Western novel.

Lewis is a past president of WWA and the West Texas Historical Association, which named him a fellow in 2016.  He holds a bachelor’s degree from Baylor University and a master’s degree from Ohio State University, both in journalism.  Additionally, he has a second master’s degree in history from Angelo State University.  He lives in San Angelo, Texas, with wife Harriet Kocher Lewis.

 

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Children's Book Feature: Bolo the Brave by Jim Jones #kidsbooks #childrensbook #adventure #western #giveaway #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours



Kids Western Adventure

Date Published: 04-17-2025

Publisher: Speaking Volumes


 

 

You can learn a lot from a dog . . .

 

Meet Charlie Spears, a 10-year-old boy living on the High Plains of Texas in the late 1800s. Charlie lives with his Grandpa Will, who runs a chuckwagon, feeding all the adventurous folks traveling West in wagon trains. After losing his parents to illness, Charlie is often lonely and longs for a true friend. One day, by a stroke of luck and a big wag of a tail, Charlie meets a funny-looking dog named Bolo, who is also looking for a friend. Together, they embark on a journey where Charlie learns important life lessons.

 

In the first story: Bolo the Brave, Charlie discovers the meaning of courage and how to face challenges when a friend is in danger.

 

In the second story: True Friend, Charlie gains valuable insight—not to judge people by their limitations, but rather by their actions and character.

 

In the third story: Outcast, Charlie and his friends learn the importance of getting to know someone instead of passing judgment based on their appearance.

 

Together, Charlie and Bolo make new friends, confront dangers, and grow through valuable life lessons. As the story reminds us, you can learn a lot from a dog. 

 

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Jim Jones is a native Texan who lives in Rio Rancho, NM. In addition to being a Western novelist, he is also an award-winning Western singer/songwriter (International Western Music Association 2014 Male Performer of the Year; IWMA Song of the Year Award, 2019; Western Writers of America Spur Award, 2013, 2017 & 2021 for Western Song of the Year) who performs at festivals, coffeehouses and other venues throughout the West. Rustler's Moon, Jim's first novel, was a finalist in two categories for the 2009 New Mexico Book Awards, Best Historical Fiction and Best First Book. His novel, Colorado Moon, 2011, is the second in the Jared Delaney Series and it won the Western Music Association's 2011 Award for Outstanding Western Book. The third book in the series, Waning Moon, was published in 2013 and was also a New Mexico/Arizona Book Awards Finalist for Best Historical Fiction. The Big Empty, a spinoff series, was published in 2016 by Five Star Publishing and it, too, was a NM/AZ Book Awards Finalist in the Best Historical Fiction category. The second book in the spinoff series, The Lights of Cimarron, was published by Five Star in early 2019. The fourth book in the Jared Delaney Series, Halo Moon, was released in November, 2022 and won the 2023 AZ/NM Book Award for the Best in Adventure category. Jim creates gripping Old West characters about whom readers in the 21st century can care deeply. They struggle with tough economic times and corrupt government officials...wait, that's going on right now! Guess what, it was happening then, too. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Jim is a proud member of both the Western Writers of America and the Western Music Association. Although he writes about cattle rustling, Jim has never rustled cattle.


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Romantic Suspense Feature: BEAST (Riptide MC) by Anne Kane #mcromance #motorcycleclubromance #romanticsuspense #excerpt #comingsoon #preorder #rabtbooktours @RABTBookTours @ChangelingPress @annekane

 

(Riptide MC)


Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: June 13, 2025

 


Her ex wants her dead. I’ll make him wish he’d never been born.

 

Piper -- Discovering my ex was heir to the Las Vegas mafia totally freaked me out, but we parted as friends. Or so I thought. Now he wants me dead. I barely made it out of my house alive. I knew I couldn’t go back, so I called my father in Georgia for help. His solution? He sent a biker to bring me home. Imagine my surprise when the biker turned out to be my one-night stand from a few months back.

Beast -- A one-night stand with a sassy stripper in Las Vegas left me wanting more. I couldn’t get her out of my mind, so a few months later I went back to find her. That didn’t go so well. She’d disappeared, with no forwarding address. Fate’s way of telling me to forget her?

I was getting ready to head home to Georgia when Ace called and asked me to do a favor for Riptide’s FBI contact. His daughter was in San Diego, and some thugs were gunning for her. She needed protection and transportation. I was close enough to offer both in a hurry. Turns out Fate has a sense of humor. I’m not sure how happy my little stripper was when I showed up to rescue her.

 

Warning: This book contains violence, adult situations, bad language, and a very protective alpha male hero. It is part of the Riptide MC series but can be read as a standalone. There is no cheating, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after.


 

 

EXCERPT


Having a stripper in Vegas as your mom, you grow up fast. And cynical. All the time I was growing up, my mom swore she had no idea who my father was, and I believed her. I’d seen the endlessly changing parade of bed partners while I was growing up. The list of possibilities for my father was probably longer than the line up for free booze at a frat house party. When I turned legal age, I did one of those DNA ancestry things, though, and I’d found him.

An FBI agent. How ironic is that?

Turns out he was a pretty good guy though. He didn’t bat an eye when I confronted him, just asked why he’d never heard of me before. I have a feeling he already knew the answer to that one.

I wasn’t a “Daddy’s little princess” kind of girl -- too late to go down that road. He wasn’t the doting father type either, so we got along okay. It helped that I lived in the West, and he lived in Georgia. We’d only met in person once, but we kept in touch, and just knowing I had one stable parent kind of made me feel almost normal. Almost.

Now it was time to find out just how much he cared. I tapped on his number in my contact list and waited for him to answer.

“Hello, Piper. What’s up?” He sounded relaxed. Given the time zone difference between coasts, he was probably settled in for the night and watching whatever sport was currently being broadcast.

“Hey, Dad. Funny thing happened when I got off work tonight. Got a minute to talk?”

“Sure.”

“Remember me telling you I’d been dating a guy named Drake, and it didn’t work out so well?”

“Yeah. You’re not pregnant, are you?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. That would be really bad. See, what I didn’t mention was the reason I bailed was because I found out Drake had mob connections.”

“Mafia? Are you serious?” He didn’t sound relaxed anymore. “Exactly what kind of connection are we talking about?”

I gulped. “He’s being groomed to take over his father’s operations. As in he’ll be the next don. They run most of the illegal activity in Vegas.”

Dead silence greeted my statement.

“Dad?”

“I’m here. Just trying to digest this. Ignoring the part where you were dating a mafia kingpin, you split with that guy months ago, so what happened tonight?”

“Someone tried to kill me. They said Drake ordered it.”

“That doesn’t make sense. He let you go and ignored you for months. Why would he suddenly want you dead? No offence, but my experience with those kinds of guys is they’re pretty casual about their affairs. Once they’re done, they’re done and they move on, especially if you were never involved in family activities.”

“Exactly what I thought we’d done. We said goodbye and both moved on. I even took a gig in San Diego and left the area so I’m nowhere near him. Haven’t seen him since the break-up. I have no idea what the hell is going on, or why he suddenly wants me dead.”

“Did he ever discuss his business dealings with you, or did you ever overhear anything you shouldn’t have?”

“No. I was clueless, until he suddenly decided to fess up. I had a feeling he wanted out. He knew I wouldn’t hang around once I found out.”

“Okay. We can figure that out later. Right now, we need to get you safe. Where are you?”

I looked around. “Hiding under a willow tree a couple of blocks from my house. Empty lot on the corner.”

“Right. I’m going to send someone to pick you up and bring you here. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll call you back with details.”

“Thanks.” I let out a sigh of relief. Glancing down at my phone, I realized it had been less than an hour since I’d left work. Amazing how quickly life could change.

Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Dad. I hit accept.

“Good news. One of the groups we use for security happens to have an agent in your area. He should be there to pick you up in twenty minutes or so, depending on traffic. Just a heads up, he’s on a bike. You okay with that?”

“A bike, as in a motorcycle?”

“Yeah. He’s a big guy, lots of leather and tattoos. He looks a little rough, but he’s decent and I told him to get you a helmet. Luckily, he was out there on personal business and was just getting ready to head back here to his home base. There’s a hamburger joint two blocks east of your position. He’ll meet you there. I sent him a picture so he’d recognize you. He’ll ask if you like the ocean. You answer yes, but the riptides are dangerous. Got that?”

I knew the place he was talking about. I stopped in there occasionally for takeout. Despite the shabby exterior they made damn good hamburgers. This was starting to sound like a B-rated movie, though, with code phrases and clandestine meetings. “Are you serious? About the ocean question?”

“You need some way to recognize each other. Code phrases work just fine for that.”

“Okay. I got it. Yes, I like the ocean, but the riptides are dangerous.” I paused. “Dad?”

“Yeah, Piper?”

“I appreciate this. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m glad I can help.” He made a sound halfway between a chuckle and cough. “Not like I have a ton of kids running around, and we’re just getting to know each other.”

“Thanks anyway.” I stood up and brushed the dried grass and dirt off my backside.

“Call me when you’re safe with Beast.”

“Beast?” That didn’t sound comforting.

“Just what the guys call him. He looks like someone you’d cross the street to avoid. Might look scary if you don’t know him, so Beast. He’s an ex-SEAL and they tend to come with muscles.”

“Okay. A beast on a bike.” I tried to sound cheerful. “Talk to you soon.” Disconnecting the call, I slung my purse across my shoulder. I tucked the phone into my hip pocket so I’d feel it if it vibrated. It occurred to me that Drake had this number. Once I was safely out of California, I’d have to do something about that.

The burger joint was packed, but I managed to squeeze into a booth toward the back. I had a good view of the parking lot out the window, and anyone looking for me would have a hard time seeing me through the crowd at the front.

I ordered fries and a coke. Having someone take shots at me had killed my appetite but I needed to order something to justify taking up a table. I was pushing the food around on the plate when the sound of a motorcycle penetrated the chatter of the dinner time crowd.

The biker pulled his machine up to the front of the building and dismounted. Dad was right. That guy was huge. Tossing his helmet onto the seat, he raked his hands through his hair and grabbed a duffel bag from under a cargo net on the back seat before heading inside. The door hadn’t closed behind him before his gaze rested on me, pinning me in place.

Picking up a toothpick from the counter, he stuck it in his mouth like a cigar. A grumpy frown marred his rugged features as he strode between the tables to where I was sitting.

Shit. I knew that face. And that body as well, although there were a lot fewer clothes on it the last time I saw it.

And the last time I’d seen him, his name was Johnny, not Beast.

He slid into the seat across from me, his gaze pinning me in place. “So, how do you like the ocean, Piper?” he asked.


About the Author

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog whose breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

She has two handsome sons and six adorable grandchildren and enjoys spending time with them whenever she can. Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.


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