This Is Halloween

Super Saturday fun for everyone.

Today is a perfect fall day in sunny Florida.

I am too busy having fun to be blogging or reading, so enjoy this Halloween video.

Beware, if you are afraid of the monster under your bed or the stairs.

Watch out for the clown.

How are you spending this wonderful fall day?

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How are you enjoying your Sunday?

Sunday’s are made for leisure and relaxation.

I hope you enjoy this tune by The Young Rascals, 1967.

We are getting some much needed rain, but I did manage to get in nine holes of golf in the Florida sunshine before it hit.

What are you doing on this Super Sunday?

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I love Jimmy Buffett – We hope you have a fantastic Saturday….Night!

Welcome to my revamped fundinmental blog.

I have been having some issues and if you are unable to comment, please bear with me while I, or should I say my computer guru, makes some changes that I hope will make your visit to fundinmental easier and more pleasurable.

Because it is FOOTBALL Saturday, I would like to take a moment to share some sunshine on this wonderful day.

And now, for your listening pleasure, Saturday Night by Jimmy Buffett.

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Sharkman is Alive and he is Coming for You, says Steve Alten

Steve Alten is a New York Times Bestselling Author.

I am a huge fan of his Meg series and am eager to catch a glimpse of Sharkman.

If you are a shark lover, or just liked to be creeped out, check out his newest upcoming release.

 

Sharkman by Steve Alten is available for preorder now.

Click on the cover below for an awesome adventure into the Meg Series by Steve Alten.

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Harry Potter meet Hope – Killer’s Instinct by Dawn Dalton & Judith Graves – Review

KILLER’S INSTINCT by Dawn Dalton & Judith Graves

Genre: Young Adult/Paranormal

The cover of Killer’s Instinct made me very curious about the story inside.

Harry Potter step aside, there’s a new girl in town and her name is Hope.

Sooooo, let’s head to the Most Wanted Monster school and learn the tools of the trade with Hope and her crew.

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MY REVIEW of Killer’s Instinct by Dawn Dalton and Judith Graves

I did a tour for Killer’s Instinct a short while ago, because it sounded right up my alley. And we will be spending some time in alleys. I didn’t have time to review it then, but Judith Graves offered me a copy for review. Thank you so much Judith. I really wanted to read this.

OMG, I was right about Killer’s Instinct. I love it. It started out okay, but by the end I was bummed that I had no more to read. It is a young adult, paranormal novel that even us older folks can love.

I love the title, but the cover is creepy good. I saw the synopsis and it made me think of Harry Potter and Hogwarts. I was so looking forward to a fun adventure and I found it.

A teenage girl is determined to hunt down her zombie mom. I can read a bunch of psychological crap into that. LOL As she walks the streets, searching, she finds her training is not enough to battle the monsters she runs across. So it’s off to school……

Most Wanted Monsters Organization, like Hotel California, you can never leave.

Hope is special. She sees dead people. She can see behind the monsters mask. She was older than her years. She never had time to watch movies and read anything other than books her Dad thought she needed to be a hunter. Her defense had been avoidance, don’t let them know she could see them.

Hope – a hunter. She is strong, impulsive and alone.

Caddoc – privileged, arrogant and cowardly. His dad had been a hunter until he turned into an overweight drunk and drove his mother away.

Hyde – a fighter, a loner and full of rage. His parents gave him an ultimatum. It was either the psych ward or Le Manoir.

Kain – a machine, not social, as emotionless as a bioroid. He is a nerd, smart, strong, and dependable. His mother had died and his dad had dumped him at an orphange.

The jock, the geek, the rebel and the freak.

Why were such an unlikely group teamed together?

They were all fighting their inner demons and I saw early on they would come together.

As I read on, I began to wonder if there was more going on than meets the eye. Maybe the food wasn’t the only thing that was fake at La Manoir.

I am really enjoying Killer’s Instinct now, at 57%. It is written with a young adult Harry Potter feel, but the story is changing and coming together in a way I never saw. I am excited for the group. I can see all their potential……..maybe even their future.

Would Hope’s childish, impulsive need to prove herself turn out to be what saves them all? Reality was so much different from stories – the werewolves were bigger, the vampires meaner and their teeth sharper.

Imagine a vamp mesmerizing you, his gaze holding yours and you are unable to look away. His teeth gently brush against your neck as the hairs rise on your nape. A werewolf hovers over you, his saliva dripping off his teeth onto your face.

Zombies attacking vamps, heads falling, biting, chomping, blood and gore flying, slipping and sliding in body parts, the smell of blood and burnt flesh making it hard to draw a breath.

Sometimes the POV change confused me, but I quickly adjusted and read on.

I sit here, finished, trying to think of how to tell you how amazed I am at the writing and creative storyline. I never saw the story reaching such momentum that I hated for it to be over. I thought it would be a fun, young adult read for a summer day, but boy did it go down a different road. Harry Potter on steroids. The action is gruesome, but it is written in such a way that it does not make me cringe. I almost border on laughter at times. Written as if it could be included in a Supernatural, Sam and Dean, episode. ALMOST humorous.

“You have developed a Killer’s Instinct, Hope, but you must be prepared to face the consequences.”

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KILLER’S INSTINCT

SYNOPSIS

Where there is NO life – there’s HOPE.

Hope sees beyond the veil to where the dead walk among the living — creepy flashes from a never-ending macabre dream. But when her mother crawls from the grave and her zombified corpse goes MIA, Hope’s last thread of normal snaps with a vengeance.

Enrolling in a militia-style school for monster hunters seems her best bet for tracking down Mommy-dearest and putting what’s left of her mom to rest. But does Hope have a true killer’s instinct? The stakes are raised when she’s partnered with three unique male recruits, each with their own personal demons to slay if they want to survive basic training. In a place like Le Manoir, all bets are off.

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

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Dawn Dalton is the author of creepy young adult fiction. When she isn’t dodging monsters, you can find her at creepy crossroads with her husband and two hounds — you know, just skulking around. Dawn also writes adult thriller, romantic suspense ad contemporary young adult under the last name Ius. She is represented by Mandy Hubbard at D4EO Literary Agency.

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Judith Graves has multiple young adult novels and short stories published with Leap Books,  Orca Book Publishers, Compass Press, and, under the pen name, Judith Tewes, is also published with Bloomsbury Spark. In addition, Judith is abscreenwriter and playwright, writes freelance articles for literary magazines, and facilitates writing workshops for both adults and young adults.

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My Adventures #15 – Thunder on the Gulf

The weather has been beautiful, but very hot here on the Gulf. That does not stop us from enjoying outdoor activities.

There is always something going on here in our little piece of paradise:

Where thousands live like millions wish they could!!!

This weekend, Flora-Bama is sponsoring the 2014 Thunder Run Superboat Grand Prix.

The Gulf Coast Powerboat Association has put together the inaugural dual race format.

There are two races, in two cities, in two states – Orange Beach, Alabama and Pensacola, Florida.

Mr Wonderful and I went to downtown Pensacola, where the event was being held for day three of the Flora-Bama Shootout.

These are some of the fastest and biggest power boats in the world.

There are many classes of boats, but the main styles are Vee Bottom Boats and Catamarans.

The air is thick with moisture, making it hard to breath and we are immediately dripping wet. It is the cheapest sauna I have ever been in. LOL

We take our time as we walk through downtown and checking out all the action.

I love boats and I love speed. These amazing power boats put on a performance that had my heart pounding and my body vibrating with the roar of the engines. To watch the rooster tails shoot out of the water as the boats thunder by makes me wonder what it would be like riding along on race day.

Even though it was only practice, they put on a great show.

We wandered through Race Village, able to check out the boats up close and personal.

Music was playing and a good time was had by all.

Mr Wonderful freelances as a producer/director for the Pensacola Blue Wahoos, our minor league baseball team. They delayed the game today, Sunday, due to Thunder on the Gulf. He will be going back to the races, then working the ballgame, so I chose not to go. That’s why I am sitting in my recliner, watching football (yeah, it is finally football season, lol) and blogging to you.

What did you do this weekend?

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Sherry’s Shelves #15 – Music, Romance, Death and More

 Sherry’s Shelves is my weekly update, where I will recap what I have been doing the past week:  August 17 – August 23, 2014.

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I hope everyone is enjoying the dog days of summer. I know I am. It has been very hot (high 90’s, but I swear it feels like the 100s to me) and sunny here. ‘They’ have issued heat index warnings, recommending limiting outdoor exposure.

I am loving every minute of it, but am careful about how long I am in direct sunlight. My pool is very inviting, but floating is not an option at this time. Doesn’t really matter to me, because I spend a lot of my time underwater.

You see, I was a mermaid in another life, so water is second nature to me..

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FINDING CINDERELLA: A Novella by Colleen Hoover

I have read some Colleen Hoover, even though it is not my usual genre, and am blown away by her amazing writing.

So, when I saw this on the Istyria Book Blog, I decided to give it a whirl.
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Finding Cinderella (Hopeless, #2.5)

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In celebration of the dog days of summer, a little music for your listening pleasure.

I love the Drifters, so enjoy your time Under The Boardwalk!

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UNDER THE BOARDWALK by Barbara Cool Lee

A Parajo Bay Cozy Mystery and Sweet Romance

I LOVE this awesome cover!

This looks like the total package to me, so how could I resist?

Thanks Laura @ fuonlyknew for making me aware of this freebie and thanks Barbara for making it free.

Under the Boardwalk (Pajaro Bay #2)

 

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ADVENTURE IN TIME BUNDLE by Annie Seaton

I have seen Annie’s name bandied about, but have never read any of her work.

I received an invite to this freebie in her newsletter, so I thought, this is the perfect time to get acquainted.

Thanks Annie.

Adventure in Time is still free, but not for long, so get your copy now.

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Received for Review

THE POOL BOY’S BEATTITUDE by DJ Swykert

This is a new author for me and I love the cover. I have a special affinity to water.

DJ Swykert had requested a review and this seemed a bit different from my normal reads.

Thanks DJ for the opportunity to share.

I like something different to shake me once in a while.


 

 A DEATH IN VEGAS by Christopher Meeks

I saw the intriguing cover and read on. What do you think?

There is so much I like about this book, I had to join the tour.

I will be reviewing and touring with A Death in Vegas with Premier Virtual Tours on  October 1, 2014. Thanks, guys, for the opportunity to share.

I hope you will stop by and check it out.

A Death in Vegas

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ISOLATION by Denise R Stephenson

Touch has been outlawed.

Does that capture your attention?

This sounds so creepy good, I hope you will check it out too.

I won Isolation on a tour with Premier Virtual Author Book Tours.

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Last week on fundinmental

The Ice Bucket Challenge

Sherry’s Shelves #14 – Murder, Paranormal and More

Teaser Tuesday #21 – Zombie Mom MIA – Killer’s Instinct by Dawn Dalton & Judith Graves

There’s a new Vampire in Town – Love Without Blood by Raz Steel

Blog Barrage for Tempted by a Rogue Prince by Felicity Heaton

Friday 56 #22 – Did you say Aliens? A Human Element by Donna Galanti

Winner of Avoidable Contact by Tammy Kaehler

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This week on fundinmental

I do have some surprises in store for this week, so be sure and stay in touch..

I never know what might pop up, so upcoming events are always subject to change.

I will also be doing some of the memes that I love so much.

Ultimate Fear by Kristine Mason – Review and Giveaway

Teaser Tuesday

Clamwake by Mary Daheim – Review and Paperback Giveaway

Friday 56

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How have you been spending your summer?

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The Ice Bucket Challenge

Mr. Wonderful is chillin’ on a Sunday morning.

He was challenged to take part in the Ice Bucket Challenge for ALS awareness in memory of our good friend Joy Parker.

How about you? What are you up to today?

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The Spotlight is on The Jones Men by Vern E Smith – Book Blast Giveaway

I am originally from Flint, Michigan, which is just around the corner from Detroit. I am very familiar with the Detroit area, so when I saw this book, I had to share it with you. I love crime stories and this one was too close to home to pass up.

The Jones Men: 40th Anniversary Edition

by Vern E. Smith

Genre: Crime
Published by: Rosarium Publishing
Publication Date: May 2014
Number of Pages: 264
ISBN: 978-0989141185

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SYNOPSIS

DETROIT, 1974

To become the King, you have to take the crown. It won’t be given up lightly. Heroin kingpin, Willis McDaniel, has been wearing that particular piece of jewelry for far too long, and youngblood, Lennie Jack, thinks it would look really good on his head. When a junkie tells Jack about a big delivery, the young Vietnam vet makes his move. Feeling his empire crumble, McDaniel puts the word out to find whoever’s responsible. The hunt is on, the battle is engaged, and the streets of Detroit run red with blood.

In 1974 Vern E. Smith took the crime fiction world by storm with his debut novel, The Jones Men. Heralded as “a large accomplishment in the art of fiction” by the New York Times, The Jones Men went on to be nominated for an Edgar Award and became a New York Times Notable Book. The art of crime fiction has never been the same since.

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For Bennie Lee Sims’ wake, Lennie Jack chose the sky-blue Fleetwood with the chromed-up bumpers and the bar-line running from the trunk to the dash, dispensing six different liquors with chaser.

Joe Red brought the car to a halt in front of Fraser’s Funeral Parlor on Madison Boulevard. He backed it in between a red El Dorado with a diamond-shaped rear window and a pink Lincoln with a leopard-skin roof.

Lennie Jack wore a medium-length Afro and had thick wide sideburns that grew neatly into the ends of a bushy moustache drooping over his top lip. He got out of the passenger seat in a manner that favored his left shoulder. He had on a cream-colored suede coat that stopped just below the knee, and a .38 in his waistband.

Joe Red was shorter and thinner and younger than Lennie Jack. He got his nickname for an extremely light complexion and a thick curly bush of reddish brown hair; it spilled from under the wide-brimmed black hat cocked low over his right ear. He had on the black leather midi with the red-stitched cape; he had a .45 automatic in his waistband.

They came briskly down the sidewalk and went up the six concrete steps to the entrance of Fraser’s.

An attendant in a somber gray suit and dark tie greeted them at the door.

“We’re here for Bennie Sims,” Joe Red said.

“Come this way,” the attendant said.

He guided them down a narrow hallway past a knot of elderly black women waiting to file into one of the viewing rooms flanking the hall on either side. The hallway reeked of death; the women wept.

They passed three more doors before the attendant led them left at the end of the hall and down a short flight of stairs. A single 60-watt bulb illuminated the lower level. The attendant went past the row of ebony- and silver-colored caskets stacked near the staircase and stopped at a door in the back of the room.

“They’re in there,” he said. He turned and headed back up the stairs. Lennie Jack rapped softly at the door. They stood a few feet back from the doorway to be recognizable in the dim light.

The door cracked.

“This Bennie Lee?” Lennie Jack said.

“Yeah, this it,” said a voice behind the crack.

A man with wavy black hair in a white mink jacket and red knicker boots let them in. He relocked the door.

The room smelled of cigarette smoke. A row of silver metal chairs had been stacked in a neat line on one side, but most of the people come to pay their respects were scattered in the back in tight little clusters, talking and laughing.

At the front of the long room, near a small table of champagne bottles, Bennie Lee Sims’ tuxedo-dad body lay in a silver-colored coffin with a bright satin lining.

His face was dusty with a fine white powder.

Lennie Jack walked over to the coffin. He dipped his fingers in the silver tray of cocaine on top and sprinkled it over Bennie Lee.

Joe Red stepped up behind him and tried to find a spot that wasn’t covered. He finally decided on the lips and scattered a handful of the fine white crystalline powder around Bennie Lee’s mouth and chin.

They moved through the crowd, shaking hands and greeting people. Almost everybody had come to see Bennie Lee off.

The Ware brothers were there: Willie, the oldest at twenty-four; Simmy, who was twenty; and June, who often swaggered as if he were the elder of the clan but still had the baby-smooth face and look of wide- eyed adolescence. He was seventeen.

Pretty Boy Sam was standing in one corner with his right foot resting on one of the metal chairs. He had smooth brown skin and almost girlish features, topped off by a pointed Van Dyke beard. His good looks masked a violent temper.

Pretty Boy Sam had worn his full-length brown mink and brought his woman to pay his respects to Bennie Lee Sims, who had two neat bullet holes right between the eyes and underneath all the cocaine on his face.

Slim Williams was there with his woman. He was a tall, thin dark-skinned man whose left eye had been destroyed by an errant shotgun blast. He now wore a variety of gaily colored eye patches the way he had heard Sammy Davis did when he lost his eye. He had on a patch of bright green and red plaid and stood conversing on one side of the room with Hooker, Woody Woods, and Mack Lee.

Willis McDaniel was not there, but then, he never came. He had probably never considered it, but it was a source of irritation to the others.

Joe Red said, “Hey Jack, he the man. He don’t hafta come see nobody off if he don’t wanta come. Ain’t none of these people thinkin’ bout makin’ him come. Who gon make him come?”

“Why he can’t come like the rest of the people?” Lennie Jack said. “Has anybody ever thought of that, you reckon? He too big now to bring his ass out here to see a dude off? He probably had him ripped anyway. I don’t understand how these chumps let an old man like that just get in there and rule.”

“Now we both know how he got it,” Joe Red said. “He took it. He say, ‘Look, I’m gon be the man on this side of town cause I got my thing together and I got plenty big shit behind me. Now what you motherfuckers say?’ Everybody say, ‘You the man, Mister McDaniel.’ That’s the way he did it.”

“That is the way to take it from him, too.” Lennie Jack said. “We gon get lucky pretty soon. I think he can be had and I know just the way to do it. I got some people working on it. The first thing they teach you in the war is to fight fire with fire, you know?”

He took the tiny gold spoon on the chain around his neck and scooped a pinch of cocaine off the tray Joe Red handed him. He brought the spoon up to his right nostril and sniffed deeply.

The crowd was beginning to drift to the corner of the room where Slim Williams was holding court. Slim was thirty-seven, and much older than most of his audience. Lennie Jack was twenty-six, and Joe Red had just turned twenty-one three days ago.

Slim Williams had diamond rings on three fingers of his left hand, and he was waving them around in a dazzling display and talking about Joe the Grind.

“Joe used to walk into a bar with his dudes with him–he always carried these two dudes with him everywhere he went. He’d walk into a place fulla people and say, ‘I’m Joe the Grind, set up the bar! All pimps and players step up to the bar and bring your whores with you.’”

Slim Williams chuckled. “Then Joe would talk about ‘em. He used to say, ‘You ain’t no pimp, nigger. What you doin’ up here? I ain’t buying no drinks for you. Sit down!’”

Slim Williams laughed; so did everybody else.

“Joe used to rayfield a chump bag dude too,” Slim Williams said. “He used to tell ‘em ‘Just cause you got eight or nine hundred dollars worth of business don’t mean you somebody.’ Then Joe would throw a roll down that’d choke a Goddamn mule and tell the chump: ‘Looka here boy, I just had my man sell forty-two thousand dollars worth of heh-rawn, and I got twenty more joints to hear from fore midnight. Gon sit down somewhere, you don’t belong up here with no big dope men.”

They laughed again and somebody passed the coke tray.

June Ware took his pinch and squared his toes in the eighty-dollar calfskin boots from Australia, via Perrin’s Men’s Shoppe on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

“What happened to Joe, Slim?” June Ware said.

“Oh, somebody shot ‘im in the head in an after-hours joint,” Slim Williams said. “And lemme tell you, youall shoulda been there to see Joe’s wake. It put this thing to shame. Compared to Joe’s, this thing ain’t nothing. This light-weight. They say there was coke in the block wrapped in foil and pure heh-rawn set out on silver trays with diamonds in the sides.

“So they partied all night till twelve the next day, then they all went to Joe’s funeral. After the funeral was over, everybody got on the plane with his woman and went to Jamaica for two days.”

“Say what?” June Ware said.

“Yeah, that’s the truth,” Slim Williams said. “And you shoulda seen that funeral too. They say a broad came over from Chicago in a white-on-white El Dorado, and she was dressed in all white with a bad-ass mink round her shoulders. Then when she came out of the hotel the next day for Joe’s funeral, they say she was in all black. She went to the graveyard and threw one hundred roses on Joe. Then she got in her ride and split. Don’t nobody know who she was. When they had Joe’s funeral march, there was one hundred fifty big pieces lined up for blocks down Madison Boulevard. They pulled a brand new Brough-ham behind the hearse, and when the march was over they took the car out to the trash yard and crushed it.”

“Goddamn Slim!” June Ware said.

Mack Lee, who was twenty-two years old and decked out from the top of his big apple hat to the tip of his leather platforms in bright lavender, came their way with his woman on his arm.

The woman looked about nineteen; she wore diamond-studded earrings and a matching bracelet. She carried a tray of glasses and an unopened bottle of champagne.

“We oughta drink a toast to Bennie Lee,” Mack Lee said, “and ask the Lord how come he made him so stupid.”

The laughter rippled through the room; Mack Lee popped the cork in the champagne bottle and poured the rounds.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A native of Natchez, Miss., Smith is a graduate of San Francisco State University, and the Summer Program for Minority Journalists at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism. He began his journalism career as a reporter for the Long Beach, Calif. Independent Press-Telegram.

From 1979 until 2002, Smith served as the Atlanta Bureau Chief and as a national correspondent for Newsweek.

Vern Smith’s work as a journalist, author and screenwriter spans four decades.

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Murder is the Name of the Game – Profile of Terror by Alexa Grace – Excerpt & Giveaway

Profile_of_Terror_Banner_851_x_315I am shocked that I have not read anything by Alexa Grace and am so happy to meet a new author (for me). Profile of Terror sounds like an excellent read.

Suspense novels are thrill rides that get my heart pounding and my blood pumping.

Check out the excerpt below, along with the synopsis and cover. Then enter the great giveaway at the end of the post.

EXCERPT

At one in the morning, the dark sky was illuminated by a full moon as they drove on a country road, trees hanging overhead like skeletal arms, nearly touching their vehicle. Driving slowly, they made periodic stops, for only the perfect place would do.

Approaching a bridge over a deep ravine with a wide creek, the van stopped. Both got out and circled to the back of the white utility van, where they pulled out a young woman’s body, already stiffening with rigor mortis. They carried her to the edge of the road, where they set down her corpse, gave it a push, and sent it rolling down the ravine until it landed on the rocky creek bed below. Hands on hips, they waited and watched the body at rest, as if they expected it to magically come to life and run away.

“I wonder how long it will take the cops to find this one.” The driver chuckled as he followed his passenger to the back of the van.

“Good question. The one last winter wasn’t found until the spring thaw.” He flipped through a stack of magnetic business signs he’d collected in the back of the vehicle. Choosing one, he slapped it on the side of the van and climbed inside.

“So how many magnetic signs do we have now?”

“Fifteen or so. We’ve got signs for plumbing, locksmithing, house painting, and general repair businesses. Think we need more?”

“No.” He shook his head. “You did a good job stealing those. Even if we have an eye witness tonight, they’ll describe a business truck, complete with a name and phone number the cops will use to try to track down their suspects. Too bad it will be a dead end. Any time we can toy with the cops is a good time.”

“Agreed,” he said, as a slow, evil smile spread across his handsome face.

Devan Roth glanced at his twin brother, Evan, sitting in the passenger seat, and thought about how much Evan craved his praise. He’d used that need to his advantage their entire lives. It wasn’t that Devan didn’t love his twin. He did, but he loved manipulating him more. Although Evan had a higher intelligence level than Devan ever dreamed of reaching, Evan’s adoration for his twin was his weak spot. And if there was anything that Devan could identify from a mile away, it was someone else’s weakness. That’s what made Devan the leader.

From early childhood, he could get Evan to do absolutely anything he wanted. Devan invented the “Double Dare” game when the twins were twelve; he double-dared Evan to jump off the second-story roof. Evan leaped, and broke both his legs. But he never told their parents that Devan had dared him to do it. His loyalty to his twin outweighed the pain he suffered that summer.

The Double Dare game continued. Early on, they stole and killed their neighbors’ pets, and then moved on to peeping in windows in the neighborhood and videotaping the event so they could relive the thrill later. Now they were abducting and killing prostitutes, then disposing of their bodies in remote areas surrounding Indianapolis.

profileofterror_400x600Profile of Terror

Profile Series

Book Two

by Alexa Grace

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Golden Publishing, L.L.C.

Date of Publication: May 2014

ISBN-10: 0985593962

ISBN-13: 978-0-9855939-6-4

ASIN: B00KAMWA7Y

Number of pages: 263

Word Count: 80,583

Cover Artist: Christy Carlyle of Gilded Heart Design    1771e-addtogoodreadsblack

 

SYNOPSIS

A missing coed named Abby Reece.

Two clever thrill killers are committing the most brutal, public, and horrifying abductions and murders in the county’s history. The killers, known as the Gamers, have done this before, and are now upping their evil game to a new level. The question is — can they be stopped before they kill again?

Things get complicated.

When an ex-girlfriend goes missing, Private Investigator Gabe Chase is obsessed with finding her. But once her naked and posed body is discovered, the investigator becomes the investigated. His passion for the victim’s beautiful sister is a complication he doesn’t need, as he helps solve the county’s most baffling, terrifying murder cases ever.

Add a sociopathic serial killer who calls himself the Master.

A serial killer so deadly, the FBI’s behavioral analysts want to know when and why he began killing, as well as the identification and location of additional victims. He will speak only to former federal agent, Carly Stone, a woman he blames for his capture. When the profiler finds herself at the mercy of this ruthless killer, his becomes the most terrifying profile of all.

Profile of Terror

Three chilling villains, two passionate love stories, and pulse-racing suspense with startling plot twists keep readers on the edge of their seats from page one of this heart-pounding and unforgettable romantic suspense.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Alexa GraceUSA Today Bestselling Author, Alexa Grace began her writing journey in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she’d held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.

Alexa Grace is consistently listed in top twenty of Amazon’s Top 100 Most Popular Authors in the categories Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural. In 2013, she was named one of the top 100 Indie authors by Kindle Review. A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.

Her books Deadly Offerings, Deadly Deception, and Deadly Relations are listed in e-retailer’s Top 100 Bestselling Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural Books. Deadly Offerings has not left the top ten bestselling free mystery romance and police procedural books since 2011.

Deadly Holiday, published in November 2012, is her holiday-themed romantic suspense novella, featuring all her Deadly Trilogy characters.

Alexa Grace’s book Deadly Relations is included in the bestselling book set The Perfect Ten along with Dianna Love, Norah Wilson, Nancy Naigle, Andrienne Giordano, Misty Evans, Sandy Blair, Mary Buckham, Tonya Kappes and Micah Caipa.

Profile of Evil, the first book of the Profile Series was published in May 2013. Profile of Terror was released in May 2014 and Profile of Fear will be released in 2015.

Earning two degrees from Indiana State University, Alexa currently lives in Florida. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.

Her writing support team includes five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and emails from readers.

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