Title: Notorious Minds Boxset
Genre: Mystery/Thriller Crime
Release day: 13th of October
Pre-order period: 17th March
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers
What does it take to commit the perfect crime?
Delve into these dark and twisted tales by twenty USA Today and International Bestselling Authors. No matter what kind of crime story typically catches your imagination, there’s sure to be something for everyone.
Conspiracies, political plots, and yes, even murder, are just a few of the crimes waiting inside this box set. Discover a narcissistic grandmother running an underground syndicate, or a support group bent on murder…and even a serial killer who turns his victims into fairytale creatures.
Prepare to delve into an elite killing team who made a mistake, an oil rig filled with secrets ready to explode, and a reporter uncovering a treasonous plot.
Uncover how fatal passion, jealousy, and fear can be to a group of royal marines and learn from a detective who is far from home fighting demons from his past in order to stay alive.
Can you figure out how the police solve a killer’s confession to nine murders that haven’t happened yet? or how a girl that got a heart transplant became the FBI’s number one ally in solving crimes?
This box set is packed with thousands of pages that will hold you on the edge of your seat, crying for answers. Definitely a must for fans of Patterson, Lee, and Grisham. One-click it today!
Excited to announce I will be managing and also be featured in this crime , mystery , thriller boxset hosted by Fire Quill Publishers.
My second book in the Tethered duology, entitled Veiled will be exlusively available in this boxset. ( more about veiled to come soon)
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EXCERPT FROM TO CURSE A KINGDOM
The bang of wood against stone reverberates down the passageways; the sound of a staff weapon hitting the ground.
“Stop standing there opened-mouthed like two frightened maidens. Go now, or you will have something more than a baby beast to fear.”
It is Erik; Khan would recognize his voice anywhere. It is the voice of the man who took him from his father’s beating fists on the day of his mother was found dead. The man who has fed and clothed him for the last four years. The man who talked him down from his demonic transformation as a child and taught him how to stay human. The man who trained him in weaponry and combat; to show discipline in times of high stress. Khan’s heart sinks - Erik is also the man that stood by as his father tricked him, and lead him into a trap. The man who told the watchman to chop off his head. Prince Khan snaps from his macabre thoughts as Erik speaks, “Go get the king, watchmen; take him to his chambers. You might need to seek out Birger for assistance.”
“Oh,” one of them replies.
Khan knew what that meant. Birger literally means keeper in Viking. He is the biggest of all the king’s chevalier and made useful mostly to escort a very drunken king - and by escort, it meant to carry the king. Khan had seen his father carried past the tower doors almost every night following his mother’s death. It is only of late the king had tried to sober up. But now Kahn knows the reasoning behind his father’s attempted to sober up. The king kept a sober mind long enough to devise his plan to steel Ashlan away from the future heir - him.
When the watchmen don’t move down the passage quick enough, Erik calls after them. “Move with haste you idiots, his harem lay in wait. If King Ivor passes out before his last romp, it will be your funerals we attend tomorrow.”
“Sir.” There is uncertainty in silver beard’s gruff voice; then he takes it back quickly. “Nothing, sir.”
As the men go about their instructions, Khan catches a whiff of a familiar scent; so intoxicating it takes all his strength not to reveal himself.
His racing heart always chances gear when Ahslan is around, and the closer she gets to him, the harder and faster it pounds. To such an extent Khan imagines it might explode through his ribcage or leap from his throat.
His tail’s coil tightens, the beam creaking in protest. Khan quickly recoils back into the dark domed ceiling as Erik and Ashlan hurry past. Ashlan’s eyes dart toward the Well-room as if she knows he is there. If Khan has to be honest, he feels it too. The undeniable bond that tethers them to each other - like the earth and the moon that could not exist without one another. Forever in each other’s orbit. Khan is the earth admiring the surreal beauty of the moon, and without the moon, there is no light during the dark times. His heart a tide that breathes by the bloom of her moon.
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The Dark Hunt
Europe 900 AD
Leaves touch down on the forest floor in stark hues of red, orange and yellow against the dark earth. The wind a slow whistle as it swirls around thick stumps of towering Oak trees, kicking up a fine layer of sand that dance in the rays of the rising sun. Autumn has always been Prince Khan’s favorite season, for its undeniable beauty, wood-fires, and apple-cider smell. But it’s also the season the young prince associates with hope, light, love, and renewal after being buried in the dark, stifling tomb of his grief, betrayal, and regret for what seems like an eternity. Autumn is the color of Ashlan’s hair; the spirited heroine that is responsible for saving him from his devouring demons. Ashlan, the girl who knows his deepest darkest secret and guards as if it were her own. When the temperature drops suddenly Khan is pulled from his blissful musings.
Around them the trees hunker in, as if shielding themselves against the outside world, or do they keep something in? Khan cant’ help but wonder as the soft haze of blue light dissipates in the shadows of the narrowing woods as the four of them head in. The drastic change in the environment marks the border into uncharted woodlands. But without fear, they cross out of desperation to track, hunt, and exterminate their enemy. A big black beast had been glimpsed near the border a few times; its existence has threatened the safety of their scouts for far too long. No man or woman has survived an attack yet. It is now up to these four Viking warriors to hunt, and bring back its decaying body of the menace that has plagued their people for the last four years.
The melodic trot of the horses’ hooves reverberates off the dense bark of Pine Trees. The light strangled by their clumping. The bigger birds and forest animals pushed out by the overgrowing Ivy and cutting Holly, giving the forest an empty quality. The forest becomes even darker, the path thinning until they have run out of pathway completely. They zigzag through the thick of the forest, caved in by branches, brush and a thick blanketing fog. Prince Khan takes in the lush surrounds, his eyes accustomed to the dark, he appreciates the beauty of the outside world in any form. It has been nearly four years since he’s been outside, and ashamedly he has to ride pillion with this guardian Erik as the rider.
As soon as there is a break in the darkness as the awakening day steals through the canopy of trees, the soft hoot of an owl makes it presence known, and king Ivor takes this as a warning sign to leave the horses. He’s always been a superstitious man, and you can’t blame him after the strange circumstances to the death of his Queen.
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The last son of a Viking royal bloodline. Born out of the curse, his destiny is to give rise to all supernatural beings. His strength – powers of a human hybrid gargoyle,
His demise – his love for his father’s bride.
His life’s purpose – to avenge the death of his mother.
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Tethered follows two sisters, Willow and Raine Viviers along side two rogue FBI brothers on what seems like an impossible task to solving a dead end case. With no leads, and a corrupt government cover up, their time is running out to stop the spread of a Serial Killer Cult before another victim is claimed.
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These visions are chaotic, menacing and evil, and Willow can hardly make sense of her own reality without going insane. How will she decipher and hone in her special abilities in time to save a missing agent and stop another Devil's Breath Killing.
Back in her room and safely in her hospital bed, Willow fought the tendrils of sleep as she sat surrounded by her sketches. Her hands and fingers moved of their own accord. Lines, curves, and soft edges blurred together to form an outline of the face that haunted her. She grabbed another piece of paper and started another sketch; her soul bleeding out onto the paper in shades of gray and black, soft and hard edges, smudged, defined curves and lines forming a heart surrounded by flowers captured inside a birdcage made of rib bones.
Nurse Benson entered with a tray of hot soup. “Willow? I thought you should eat before you sleep,” she said in her ever calming voice.
Willow half smiled back at her and pulled the blankets over the sketches as if ashamed of the secret she didn't quite understand.
“I’m okay, thank you, Bertha.”
Willow and Nurse Benson had become good companions in the last three weeks. Bertha was an older lady, who had no children of her own. Her husband had passed almost four years ago. Taking care of Willow was her latest purpose in life. Even after her shift ended Bertha came to spend time with Willow every lunchtime, bringing homemade cookies and sometimes bread with her. Willow hadn't the heart to tell her that her baking was awful. And Bertha's friendship was a welcome reprieve from the boredom of the endless days in hospital.
“Why are you really here, Bertha? Willow asked as the nurse stood with an expression of someone keeping a secret they were looking to relieve themselves of.
“I’m that obvious, huh?”
She placed the soup on the eating tray and wheeled it over to Willow.
Willow smiled, and adjusted her position on the bed as the delicious smelling soup got wheeled her way.
“I feel awful that I didn’t notice you were gone last night,” Bertha said, unpacking a spoon wrapped in a napkin from her purse.
“It’s not your fault,” Willow took a deep smell of the soup and her stomach growled.
“My child, in your condition you could have died! I feel terrible. Your immune system…”
Willow interrupted her. “Bertha, if heart failure couldn’t take me out, what makes you think anything else could?” She grinned sheepishly as she dipped into her soup.
Bertha gave a tight smile.
“I’m not sure what happened,” Willow said between spoonfuls. The soup was as almost as delicious as it had smelled.
Bertha sat down on the edge of her bed. “It’s not the first time you’ve left your room like that,” she began.
Willow’s eyes narrowed on Nurse Benson, the spoon suspended midair. “You never said anything before. I don’t have a record of sleepwalking…?”
Nurse Benson took a napkin from her Mary Poppins like bag and tucked it in the collar of Willow's gown.
“You need to slow your words, child. You know that accent of yours can be hard to understand.” She sat back with her hands in her lap.
She looked at Willow, "Don't worry yourself about the sleepwalking, it will blow over. A heart transplant is a serious trauma to the body and mind child."
She tipped her head to the side. “Stranger things have happened to heart recipients before.”
Willow arched her eyebrow in question.
“How about I bring you some articles about it?” Bertha offered.
She took another spoonful of soup. Her big green eyes searching out the nurse’s. It wasn’t the best soup she’d tasted, but it was made with love, and that in itself made each spoonful feel like it was calming from the inside. Nurse Benson took her chart from the foot of the bed, noticing the shift-nurse had given her a mild sedative. She looked up and smiled at Willow.
They fell quiet as the sounds of the slow beeping machines coming from other rooms filled the space. Nurse Benson shifted uncomfortably on the bed, not sure if she should tell Willow that she was concerned about her symptoms after all. Instead, she decided to give the girl the rest she needed. The sooner she got out of the hospital the better for everyone involved in Willow’s transplant. As sad as it was to see her go, it was a case of moving on and forgetting.
Standing from the bed, she sighed and said, "You should get some rest,"
Adjusting the strap of her purse. “You need your sleep.”
She returned to clasping her hands before her, reminding Willow of a sweet old church lady, which she knew she wasn’t. She’d seen bertha throw enough tantrums, often swearing at the staff.
Willow watched after Bertha as she made for the door.
“I don’t want to sleep. What if it happens again?” she asked Bertha.
Dropping her eyes as she felt the shame of sounding like a frightened child; the last thing she wanted when her recovery was about finally becoming an abled adult.
Bertha stopped at the threshold and smiled warmly.
“Do you need me to stay?” she asked, almost as if she’d been expecting it.
"I won't let you wander off again, child."
Willow felt pathetic, she shrugged and answered shyly, “Ja, you can’t guard me all the time…”
“Oh. Yes. I. Sure. Can.” Bertha chucked her purse across the room where it landed perfectly on the sofa-chair.
Willow gave a soft chuckle, almost choking on the soup.
Nurse Benson walked over to Willow, hitting her on her back, “Easy child, breathe.”
Willow gasped, taking in a breath before the laughter erupted again. Nurse Benson removed the soup from her tray.
"Okay, I think your meds have taken effect."
“This is me, happy, funny me.”
Bertha wiped her bangs from her face and smiled down at Willow. “If I’d ever had a daughter, I’d have liked her to be just like you.”
Willow closed her eyes for a moment, feeling a swell in her throat.
“We'd make an odd combo, you and me.”
“Why’s that?” Bertha stared at her through her lashes.
Willow fell back into her pillows. “Well, I don’t really eat baked goods, and you seem to bake, like, a lot. And well I just keep eating them because...” she blushed at her confession.
The medication had taken hold and her thoughts were suddenly outspoken and as if coming from someone else.
Nurse Benson stifled a laugh. “I wondered when you would actually say something.”
“You sabotaged my cookies intentionally then?” Willow’s tongue was starting to drag.
She blinked, trying to push away the fog creeping over her.
“Stay with me please?” she pleaded, her eyes finally drooping.
Bertha took her hand.
“I will. You don’t have to be scared.”
“Okay.” Willow’s eyes shut as the drowsiness took over.
“Oh, and please check in on Tyler in room…” she said, lids still closed.
“I know. You do not have to worry about him. I’ll let him know you’ll visit him soon.”
Willow tried to put up one last fight against the sleep, having this overwhelming feeling, as if she might never wake up the same again. First she had to say one more thing to Bertha, just in case she didn’t make it back to reality.
“Bertha,” was all she got out.
What she had wanted to tell her was, how scared she had been about what she’d seen and felt in that basement. But she’d slipped into sleep too soon with the ominous feeling pursuing her. Singed behind her lids was the non-distinct face that stood out in the shadows of that basement. A face that only she had seen - with it the overly encroaching feeling, like one she’d never experienced before. The haunting face was somehow part of her now.
"Regrets are the barricades of life, They will only stop your path to greatness." - Carlyle 💙
I regret not one single thing, not those who hurt me so , Nor the things that brought me down and threatened to swallow me whole. I dont regret the bad decisions or sometimes shameful behavior. I am me because of those things. I am wiser, stronger and life has so much more meaning because I overcame my failures. What is left in the ashes of the old me is to Rise and be defined by my truthful actions now ♡
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Keep your intensions pure and share your heart and smile with the world even at times you think they dont deserve it. Because that's when they need it most.
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Thinking back to my first surf in dec 2017 and this I must live by each day , and I quote
"Today taught me to take every opportunity that comes my way, to cast my fear aside and let the ocean (literally ) knock me around, wave after wave, taking each head dunk and tumble as a blessing in learning how to fall, not fear the fall , and enjoy relinquishing our perception of control... 💜My faith in life restored💜 ♡ ☆ day one surfing lesson with my hubby was a wild blast
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This is more than money, it is a powerful reminder to stop doubting myself, because of you... I can take a breath because you have my back. Someone has been touched by my work so much they tell others and buy more of my other stories. that I'm not crazy because the worlds I create resonates with you too. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH and I hope to have many more crazy adventures with you ♡ #madlove When you read my books and love it it's because we are like minded... so yeah we are friend!! I love you friend